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Very much thirding this amazing prompt.

+1 what a lovely prompt.

Not the OP, but I'm enjoying so far <3

Credence sat at his desk, trying to concentrate on his work. He had done the rest of this while he was tired, this should have been easy. But now, this was different. This was something else. He was aware of all the witches and wizards outside the door. All respectable, users of magic, able to do things he could only dream of. He squirmed a little where he sat, fear bubbling in his chest.

The door pushed open and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Hello…” Queenie greeted him, and he glanced up to see her stood in front of the desk, holding out two cups of coffee. She put one down in front of him, and sat on Mister Graves’ desk with the other.

“How are you feeling honey?”
“Little bit nervous.” He admitted. “I just… feel like a fraud. Everyone else here is magic and I’m just… me.”
“You aren’t a fraud…” Queenie smiled. “You sit here and have your coffee, and Mister Graves will be back. I’ve got a few more drinks to fetch, but I can come to check in on you after?”
“Thank you Miss Queenie.” She answered. “If you’re sure that you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all Credence.” She promised, walking from the room. Feeling a little more confident, Credence turned his attention to the files he had been asked to sort. His husband would come back soon.

***

Percival walked down the corridor, heading towards the cells. He had his best aurors guarding the prisoner all of the time. He was being monitored, supervised closely by those that Seraphina and Percival could trust. Goldstein was nearby.

As they reached the last door before the cell block, Percival paused for a second, gathering his strength.
“You don’t need to do this sir.” Goldstein answered instantly. “We’ve got a lot of information from him already.”
“Thank you Goldstein. But I can do this. I know how he thinks, and I want to see his reaction.” Before she could argue further, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

His gaze was drawn to Grindelwald immediately. The man was sat on the bed, looking confident and self-assured. There was a smile on his lips, as though he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Hello Director.” The man stood and approached the wards blocking him in the cell. “I was wondering when you were going to come and visit me. Have you missed me so much?”

“Most of what you do makes a particular kind of sense…” Percival said. “You impersonated me for my authority, because it gave you access to the artefacts vaults. You demoted Goldstein so she wouldn’t notice that I had been replaced. But…” He paused. “Credence.”

“You have fallen in love with him already. So much so you’ll brave facing me to what, defend his honour?” Grindelwald laughed. “Are you really that desperate Percy?”
“Why did you want him?” Percival asked. He refused to rise to Grindelwald’s bait. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but he got one.
“He’s a squib.” Grindelwald leaned back, a smug expression on his face. “That woman’s been collecting them. Got a reputation for taking squib children in and finding them good families. Only the ones that aren’t placed get sold on. And she beats them. Hurts them… she’s making a nest of potential obscurials. I wanted to see if I could bring it out of him. An obscurial, a weapon, from a useless failure of magic. There’s a certain poetry to it. And you must admit, he does have the most gorgeous lips. Just made for sucking cock. Whichever of us does this, at least we are having fun.” He shrugged and smiled at him.
“Why are you telling me?” Percival frowned.
“Because his siblings are already out of the picture. At worst, I lose the prettiest one and you get to relax a little. My followers have the rest.”

Percival glanced at Goldstein, then turned and walked away, Goldstein following close behind.
“Fuck.” He muttered. “Get a team together. We need to go to the orphanage.”

***

The door to Mister Graves’ office opened again, and a man in his late thirties with a nasty scar down one side of his neck stood in the doorway. Credence was sure that he knew him from somewhere.
“So, it’s true then.” The man muttered. “He has brought his rent boy into his office.”
“I’m not a rent boy.” Credence mumbled, unable to work out why he looked so familiar.

“See, that’s not what you were saying a couple of nights back.” The man shrugged. “Look, I’m not after a repeat-“
Credence worked out where he knew the man from, and he swallowed, sipping his coffee to keep his head down for a moment.

“I’m not after a repeat. If you wanna be a kept man, you can be kept. God knows it’s better than the streets. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. But the director… he’s not a good man, and he’s been through a lot of hell this last few weeks. I want you to know, if you ever need anything, you let us know. I’m Jamie, been here for a while. Everyone of us would help someone in need if we got the call. Most of us have been on the end of his temper one time or another, but we don’t have to sleep with him. If he’s not even giving you time off… well, if you need out kid, then just let us know.”

Credence nodded slowly.
“Thank you Mister Jamie. I appreciate it. But I trust my husband.”
“Husband?” Jamie asked, confusion written across his face.
“Don’t you have a report to be working on Walters? It should have been on my desk this morning.” Mister Graves asked sharply, appearing behind the other Auror. Credence looked down in shame.

“Yeah… yeah, sorry Boss…” Jamie answered, heading back into the main office. Credence glanced up at his husband nervously.
“I…” He swallowed, trying to work out what the expression on Percival’s face was. He looked angry, and Credence didn’t know what he could do to make things better. He got back to working on the files, only to be stopped when Mister Graves put a hand on top of the papers. “We need to talk.”

Graves and someone like Credence making out with lots of spit/tongues shoved down each others throats. Just as filthy and wet as possible, really. And maybe eventually coming in their pants.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/collections/FantasticBeastsKinkMeme/works/9881885
Percival turned in his sleep, mind circling with thoughts about his day in the office. Not all had gone well. He'd caught a few of the obliviators whispering about the 'fact' that he had apparently been willingly colluding with Grindelwald. He opened his eyes, and saw Newt's soft red curls splayed out on the pillow beside him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Newt's ear, then closed his eyes and tried to force himself back into rest.

There were ropes binding him down. He tried to move, but the fabric around him tangled, and he flipped inelegantly to land with his face pressed against the mattress, head resting on the pillow. He pressed his teeth into the fabric, biting down hard in an attempt to stop from screaming.

Grindelwald would make him scream in the end. They both knew it. It didn't matter how long he held out for, because Grindelwald would last longer, and he would end up crying and pleading for mercy. It didn't matter what he did or how hard he fought, it wouldn't be enough. The cruciatus and other curses would crack him open, and the only resistance he had was to hold out for as long as he could.

He felt the heat of the other man's body against his. He hoped, for a minute, that the man had fallen asleep, spent. But that hope faded as he felt long fingers trail the length of his bare spine. He thrashed again, trying to push him away, crossing his ankles in a worthless attempt to stave off the inevitable. A hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him, and he panicked.

He pulled his magic to him, flinging it out in a protective burst. Grindelwald had taken his ability to perform spells, stolen his wand, bound him with wards. But it seemed the wards had dropped. He threw the other man with all the strength he had, struggling to stand, his body trembling. His room looked different, and his vision seemed to swim. He was already preparing for another strike in defence, to kill his captor, when he heard a whimper and focused on the man he was pinning against the wall.

Newt was gasping for air, his face red, one arm hanging awkwardly at his side. Blood was trickling from between his lips, and from his nose, and bruising was already visible. Newt coughed weakly.

Percival dropped him immediately, releasing him from his magic, and Newt collapsed to the floor. Percival looked down at him, bile rising in his throat. His first instinct was to run, to get out of here before he could hurt his lover worse.
"Hey..." Newt murmured, struggling to his feet, raising his left hand. "Easy... easy there..." Newt soothed him.

Percival paused for a moment, then remembered how he had seen Newt act around dangerous wild creatures. Part of him almost felt offended, but the rest of him took some comfort from it. All of him was horrified that he had hurt Newt.
"Newt..." He tried, but Newt didn't respond, shushing him gently and moving a little closer.
"It's alright. You just had a bad dream, that's all, it's okay. You're safe now. Can you say that for me?"

The words seemed to clog in Percival's throat, and he shook his head. Newt didn't complain or seem annoyed at his inability.
"Its alright now... now, Percival, can you sit down on the bed for me, there we go now..." Newt murmured. "Are you injured at all?"

Percival wordlessly shook his head, and Newt smiled a little.
"That's good. That's really good. Now, where are we?"
"Home." Percival managed after a few seconds, and was rewarded with one of Newt's brilliant smiles. He tried to smile in return, but the movement felt hollow, and so after a second his face fell.

"Is it okay if I come a little closer?" Newt asked.
"You're hurt." Percival murmured, horror slowly dawning. Newt was injured. Newt had been hurt by him, he'd thrown him against a wall. He could have broken Newt's neck. He could have killed him. He didn’t deserve him.

"I scared you." Newt said, using the same voice he would use to justify an animal attacking him. "I snuck up on you without proper warning. It's not your fault..."

Newt reached him now, and leaned his head on Percival's shoulder. Percival gently wrapped his arms around Newt's waist, leaning into him. He began to shake, and Newt shushed him gently.
"You're safe now. I'm here. You're home. You're safe." Newt repeated over and over in the quiet of the room, timing it to Percival's breathing. Slowly he managed to calm, and Newt looked up at him and smiled.
"Good morning... Now, would you mind helping me over to my suitcase, I really should get something to help with my ribs, and I believe I have a draught that can help with your nightmares..."

Hi! I've written a (kind of) fill that can be found here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9895496

I hope you like it!

(OP here) I love it so much! I didn't think anyone would fill it to be honest, your fic is fantastic! I especially liked the scene where Credence and Graves meet again, couldn't have described it better myself ❤️️

So, Grindelwald has been revealed and the search for the real Percival Graves begins. Records are being reviewed and one entirely oblivious HR witch says, "He's taken leave for a family emergency. Why would he be in the building?"

Checking out the main Graves residence outside of NY, they find him tied up/in a very embarassing position, surrounded by a multitude of children. Turns out he has taken care of them while their usual caregivers are sick/out of the country/not available for some reason (and house elves just aren't enough to watch over a rowdy group of kids).

The kids could be his own or his nieces/nephews.

Credence looked up nervously.
“I’m sorry…” He murmured. “I … I know I’ve already apologised, and I know I can’t… I can’t make up for it, but I am sorry…”
“It isn’t about that Credence.” Mister Graves snapped sharply. “This is important.”

Credence tried not to panic.
“Yes sir?” He asked, his voice trembling a little.
“We need to go to the orphanage.” Mister Graves told him, and Credence nearly retched in terror. He had made a mistake, he knew that, but something terrible had happened. He didn’t want to be sent back. He’d do anything to stay, but he had already ruined so much. Ma would never accept him. His breath was coming far too quickly, and his chest hurt. It felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Credence.” Mister Graves said calmly, putting his hand on Credence’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over Credence’s cheek. “Breathe with me. There we go….” His voice was gentle, slowly soothing Credence. Credence forced himself to match his husband’s breathing. When the panic had been eased a little, he managed to meet his husband’s gaze. “I’m not going to get rid of you Credence.”

“Oh.” Credence murmured, blushing a little. He was embarrassed by his actions. “Then why?”
“Because I think the other children might be in trouble.” Mister Graves answered.
At that Credence hurried to his feet.

***

“Credence, wait out here until the door opens.” Percival ordered, turning to the five aurors he had chosen to bring here. “Stupefy anyone you find over the age of sixteen.” He explained the layout they would use for the raid, two appearing on each of the three floors. At his signal, the aurors all apparated, leaving Credence stood by the door.

Percival had chosen to appear in the main room, and stupefied the woman who stood there. There was a sudden frightened scream from a boy of about six years old. Percival reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of candy. He handed it over to the child, who quickly went quiet, shoving the sweet into his mouth.

The rest of his aurors made their way to the central room, with about ten children between them.
“Any adults?”
“Only her.” Goldstein answered, and Percival nodded, going to open the door to let Credence in. Credence smiled at all the children, embracing each of them in turn, ruffling their hair.

“Any missing?”
“Two… Chastity, the one I told you about? And Modesty. She’s eight, she hasn’t been here long. The others…” He paused. “Luke, anyone been adopted recently?”
“Not since you.” The boy with the birthmark answered. Credence’s smile faltered a little, but he nodded.

“Do you know where the records are?” Percival asked, and one of the girls ran out, returning with a small black book full of notes. He handed it to Goldstein, who looked through them and nodded.
“There are five names with a star next to them. Faith, Prudence, Credence, Chastity and Modesty. Chastity and Modesty… have yesterday’s date on them. And a substantial amount of money written in the margin.”

Percival bit down a curse.
“Alright. Any information about where they are?”
“No.”
“Peterson, get a legilimens to question that woman. Then obliviate her.”
Credence looked at Percival, his eyes fierce, standing protectively in front of the children.
“What’s going to happen to the rest of them?”
“I’m going to get the No-Maj police involved.” Percival answered. “Make sure that this woman doesn’t get to hurt any more children.”
“And the children?” Credence pressed, and Percival smiled softly. He admired Credence. The young man was terrified, and still trying to protect the children.
“I’ll set up something, make sure they are found proper families.”

Credence nodded, and looked at the children.
“I’ll stay with them until the police get here.” His voice was trembling slightly, but he sounded determined, and Percival nodded.
“That’s a good idea. We’re going to find your sisters Credence. I promise.”

“If those two are squibs…” Credence shrugged a little. “Will I be allowed to see them?”
“You can see any of these children Credence.” Percival promised. “This is your family. And your other sisters…” He paused. “How old are they?”
“Chastity is fourteen. Modesty is eight.”
Percival nodded.

“There’s someone I want you to meet, when we’ve got your sisters back… now, are you going to be alright here if I go and… if I go and try to find out where they are?”
“Yes.” Credence answered, and Percival took his scarf off, wrapping it around Credence’s neck and smiling down at him.
“Goldstein is going to stay with you. Goldstein, get the kids some hot-dogs, they look half starved.”

Credence smiled at him softly.
“Thank you.”

“Any time.” That simple thanks thrilled Percival. Credence had grown so much, and he was so caring. He walked away, apparating away with the rest of the aurors and the No-Maj woman who apparently had no hesitation in selling the children she had been trusted to care for.

Peterson went to organise the interrogation of the No-Maj woman, while Percival contacted the No-Maj police himself. The children were too important for him to entrust to anyone else. The other aurors tried to find any lead to where the children were.

When the woman had been obliviated, Percival returned to the orphanage, to see Credence talking animatedly to the children, waving his hands. Seeing Percival’s arrival, Credence ducked a little, but he didn’t stop talking to them. They were giggling, and he looked happy there still wearing Percival’s scarf. Percival hoped that his sisters would be found before they lost themselves. He didn’t think Credence would cope well with losing his family. Percival felt a little guilty that he hadn’t considered where Credence was from before it had come to this.

Thoughts on adding some mpreg to this?

This was as hot as fire, I'm shipping Reggie/Percival now.I hope you out this in AO3 so we can kudos and bookmark the hell out of this mess of hot smut

thanks, the whole fill is up on A03 now!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9874859/chapters/22151315

Exactly what it says on the tin; Newt is some sort of dragon whisperer and everyone is surprisingly not surprised by this.

Original!Graves/Newt is preferred but I'll take anything!

Please do, I can just see the expressions of everyone else at MACUSA- "Newt, Newt what are you doing?! Don't do that the Director will kill you!" And Graves enjoying both Newt being comfortable around him and the bewilderment of his subordinates/coworkers.

“Hello.” The children greeted Percival in excitement, smiling and waving their hands in welcome.
He nodded, and turned to Credence.
“The police are on their way. I want you to be as quick as you can with them, we’ve got to find your sisters as a matter of priority.”
Credence nodded, and Percival sat in a chair, casting a quick notice-me-not over himself to ensure he didn’t draw any attention. When the police arrived, Credence greeted them politely.

Percival was astounded by Credence. He could tell that the other man was still nervous – his head was bowed and his gaze darted around in fear. He carefully ushered the children into another room, letting them play together. But he answered the police’s questions honestly – right up until the point where he explained that he had been sold.

Percival realised at that moment he probably should have made a clearer plan of what to say.
“Ma took me to the man’s house. And I…” He shrugged a little. “I got scared. I was lucky, someone came along and rescued me, took me in. But I’m worried about what will happen to the others. I don’t want my sisters and brothers to be hurt…”

He shook the police officer’s hand when it was held out to him, and then asked if he could leave, promising he would be back to check on the children soon. Percival lifted the charm that was hiding him, smiling at Credence.
“Credence is staying with me for a while. I can give you my address?” He offered, and thanked the officers once more.

Then he ushered Credence away.
“Well done.” He murmured, hand resting on Credence’s hip. “You did really well.”
“Thank you…” Credence paused. “Why… why was it those two that they took? If they want the children, why leave the others… it’s not that they’re girls, not after he wanted me…”

Percival sighed softly.
“Come into my office and I’ll explain.” He murmured, leading him there. Once they were in the office he transfigured the chairs into something more comfortable, sitting down opposite Credence.
“You and your sisters, along with two children that left a few years back, have a magical heritage. Magic should run through your veins, but for whatever reason it doesn’t work properly. Healers are still trying to fix people like you but-“ He paused when he saw Credence flinch.

“You think I’m broken?” Credence asked softly. It was such a simple question, and yet one he could not easily answer. Credence was full of life and strength and hope, but at the same time he was in possession of particularly weak magic. But being more powerful would change who Credence was. He shook his head.
“No. I don’t think you’re broken at all. I just know that for some people, having a child without magical ability is viewed as a disaster. A disaster severe enough that they would give their children up.”

“And that’s what we are?” Credence asked, and Percival nodded, reaching out for Credence’s hand.
“That is what you are.” He agreed. “But it’s not all that you are, there;s a difference there…” He paused and then sighed. “You are a remarkable man Credence, and I would love you even if you could never master even the most basic spell. But like I said, all of you are squibs. Not broken, but not with any magic that can be used for self-defence.”

“We.. you mean we’re vulnerable?” Credence asked for a moment, concentration written across his face. Reluctantly, Percival nodded.
“You are vulnerable. And that’s what they why Grindelwald was interested in you. Do you know what an obscurial is?”

The blank look on Credence’s face answered his question, and made him feel more than a little foolish for querying it.
“Obscurials are children who have magic, who are so frightened by what they are that their magic turns inwards. It becomes parasitic, violent, and it is that which is the obscurus. It can destroy, and kill, and eventually it ends the life of its host. It is dangerous, and that is what Grindelwald wants.”

Credence paused.
“How do you create one?”

***

Credence gripped the arm of his chair, his hands shaking slightly.
“You create one by making a magical child frightened of what they are. Preventing them accepting their magic. It tends to be lethal. Maybe not immediate, but it kills the child before they hit puberty. Grindelwald believes… he believes he can turn squibs into obscurials. That’s why he wanted you. And why he’s after your sisters.” Mister Graves said it carefully, as though by speaking gently he could hide the horror of what he said.

“He’s going to torture my sisters?” Credence asked softly. Unlike the other children, who flowed through the orphanage, the three of them were often overlooked. He had left because he had no choice, and he had hoped for better for them.

“I think he might.” Mister Graves answered. “I’m sorry. I swear to you, I have the best aurors searching for them. We will bring them home if there’s any way we can. I won’t let Grindelwald keep them…” His husband was trying to comfort him, but it wasn’t enough for him. He couldn’t help worrying.

His husband smiled sadly at him.
“You don’t have to hide what you think from me.”
“He… he replaced you. And no one noticed it. I don’t… I don’t know how anyone could confuse you and him.” His husband leaned in, gently brushing his lips against Credence’s forehead.
“Will you be alright if I leave you for a little while, while I go and look for your sisters? I need to find them as soon as possible…”

His husband wrapped an arm around Credence’s shoulder, pulling him close for a moment. He headed out into the corridor, and Credence followed.
“I want to help.” He admitted, walking with Mister Graves out into the corridor. Mister Graves to grab his shoulder and pull him back.
“Credence!” He warned, pointing up. Credence followed the line of his hand, and saw a cloud of black smoke swirling around the ceiling, before diving down.
“What’s that?” Credence asked. “Is that your magic?” There was something beyond disconcerting about that smoke, something which made him want to run as far away as he could.

Mister Graves drew his wand.
“It’s an obscurus.”

Agree with all the other comments. I need more Reggie/Percy. Beautifully written and shamefully hot. Loved everything!

Newt’s life was great; his book was doing well, his beasts are healthy, supportive brother, and perfect lover. Life was looking up for him, until Newt stumbles upon a dark secret his loved ones were hiding from him. He is horrified and disgusted by it all.

Theseus and Percival fail to sway Newt to see their side, so they decides the best way to keep Newt out of trouble is by locking him up and stripping him of magic.

Newt feels the cold sting of betrayal and realizes he cannot trust anyone. He makes a promise to himself that he will escape one day.

Theseus and Percival are hurt on how cold Newt’s behaviors been, refusing to speak or look at them, recoiling at any form of physical contact. Newt will see their point view eventually, they are sure of it.

Theseus pushes Newt to go to a job interview as a personal assistant for one Percival Graves.

The interview itself… didn’t go great. Percival didn’t seem impressed the moment Newt walked through the door. Newt leaves embarrassed and deeply annoyed with Theseus.

Newt believes his chances for this job is pretty much dead so moves on with his life, until he receives a very unexpected message.

Newt thought the interview was bad? He discovers that working for Percival is a whole new level and is convinced the man is out to get him.

His boss is so confusing, seriously, what does Graves want from him?!

(author here) H, thank you so much! I'm so happy you liked it! :D

OP here. Don't prefer mpreg but won't mind if it fits.

Credence watched the dark cloud swirling around the building in horror.
“That…” He watched as glass was broken, the giant clock-like structure that was in the middle of the large hall crashing down and smashing as the cloud pressed against it.
“You.. you’re telling me that is my sister?” Credence asked softly, staring at the smoke in terror. It was wreaking destruction. He wanted to argue, to say that Chastity was always tidy and that Modestly wasn’t ever naughty. But his husband knew so much more about magic than he did. If his husband said this thing was one of his darling sisters, he would have to believe him.

The cloud dove down with purpose.
“Shit.” His husband cursed, the word snarling between his teeth. “That’s the cells…”
His husband grabbed Credence, and then they were falling through the air, cushioned at the end of it by some kind of magic. He was beginning to recognise the feel of his husband’s magic, the soft caress of it as it lowered them the last foot or two to the floor. The corridor that they were in now was very different from the one above. It was dark, with thick stone pillars, and reminded Credence of the church the children had sung in at Christmas.

The cell doors were all open, and the black cloud was swirling still. It looked smaller now, and Credence reached for it.
“Hey…” He said softly. “Hey… Modesty? Or… or is it …is this Chastity?” He tried to see his sister in there. The tangle of smoke and fury didn’t look like either of the little girls that he had cared about. But if they were in there, he had to try and get them back. “Do you remember me?”

“Credence?” Mister Graves spoke softly, but Credence payed him no mind. He would apologise later, but right now his focus was on his sibling. He walked further along between the rows of cells.
“It’s alright.” He told the smoke cloud. “It’s safe now. I’m sorry you were abandoned, but I’m here now”

***

Percival watched in horror as Credence approached the obscurus.
“Credence.” He tried to call him back. “She’s dangerous.” He stood transfixed, unable to ignore the way he felt. He didn’t like this. He knew how easily obscuruses could kill. He didn’t want to watch Credence die.

“Credence, come back here.”

Credence paid him no mind, slowly calling his sister closer. The cloud started to solidify, shrinking and reforming.
“Modesty?” Credence asked, and Percival was proud of him, of how he was handling this nightmare. He wished Credence wasn’t risking so much, but he was still proud. “Modesty, it’s okay. I’m here, you’re safe…”

Most of Percival’s aurors wouldn’t be willing to face down an obscurus, and there was Credence, doing it because he needed to speak to his sister. What was remarkable was that it was working. The figure went from being smoke to being the body of a little girl, younger than ten, standing shaking in a bloodied dress.

Percival glanced along at the cells. They were all empty. Grindelwald had escaped. He ran off to find him, knowing he could trust Credence to care for his sister now. They had to try and stop Grindelwald from leaving the building. Percival knew that the man was capable of doing a lot of damage if given the chance, and didn’t want to give him that opportunity.

***

Credence gently held his sister as she came back to a solid form, stroking his fingers through her hair. She looked terrible, but as he crouched to embrace her she threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his side.
“Credence…” She whispered, and he tightened his hold.
“It’s okay.” He promised her. “I’m here now. I’ve got you. You’re safe…”
“These men…” She started, then sobbed. Credence held her close.

A man walked up towards them. He had pale hair and strange eyes. He looked between the two of them and frowned a little.
“How sweet… Credence, it’s good to see you again. I do hope you’ve been keeping dear Percy’s bed warm… and this must be your little sister. The squib girl…” A piece of wood appeared in the man’s hand. A wand. Credence stepped forwards in an attempt to shield his sister.

“You’re both coming with me.” The man informed them. Credence shook his head.
“Now, don’t say that…” The man chuckled. “You married me, remember? You saw the forms, you seemed quite eager at the time. Have you already forgotten? You did promise to obey.”

Credence stepped a little closer, trying to provide a shelter between himself and Modesty.
“No. That’s not right. You aren’t my husband and I’m not going to go with y-“ The rest of his words were cut off by a scream of pain, as the other man sent agony shooting through his body. It was far worse than any beating his mother had ever give him in punishment.

The man arched an eyebrow, but Credence shook his head, staying standing a moment longer until fresh pain sent him crashing to his knees.
“I’m not yours.” Credence murmured, his eyes down but voice determined. “You aren’t getting me and you aren’t getting my sister.”

“I did so hope…” The man began, then sighed a little and shook his head. “Still, it doesn’t matter. Two obscurials will be enough. Once they’re fully broken, no one will stand in my way.” The man’s face twisted into a smile that made Credence’s blood run cold. “I’m going to kill you first. You could have lived, if only you were willing to cooperate. You would have seen your sisters occasionally. Now though, they will suffer alone…” The wand pointed towards him, and Credence closed his eyes, not wanting to see what awaited him.

Grindlewald captures them and they are imprisoned, he forces Graves to fuck Newt while he watches.

All I want is Newt in tears and a complete mess from being overstimulated, while Graves continues to fuck him and whisper dirty, naughty things into his ear.

It has a bit og Gramander, but I hope you don't mind. :)
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9932513

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Prompt Post #2

Re: Percival Graves is the child of Grindelwald/Dumbledore

Re: Grindelwald/Dumbledore - Broken Bond

Re: Untitled Fill 1/2

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 16/?)

Graves/anyone, Filthy Kiss

Fill: In the Dark of the Night

FILL Percival Graves/Credence Barebone Transformation

Re: FILL Percival Graves/Credence Barebone Transformation

Family Emergence

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 17/23)

Re: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander Newt is Theseus during the war falls in love with Perciv

Re: [FILL - 2/2] Re: Percival Graves/Any Male, daddykink

Re: Untitled Fill 1/2

Newt/Any or Gen, Newt is Khaleesi

Re: Newt/Graves - Comforable around each other

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 18/23)

Re: [FILL - 2/2] Re: Percival Graves/Any Male, daddykink

Percival, Theseus, and Newt: Cruel to Be Kind

Graves/Newt: Boss and Assistant AU

Re: FILL Percival Graves/Credence Barebone Transformation

Re: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander Newt is Theseus during the war falls in love with Perciv

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 19/23)

Graves/Newt, noncon/dubcon

Graves/Newt, smut smut smut

FILL: Theseus Scamander, the Ultimate Interrogator