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So Newt has the patience of a saint. He very seldom gets angry or worked up and people (could be the auror department at MACUSA or something) a have just accepted the fact that nothing ticks Newt off.

Until something does.

It can be someone being disrespectful against one of Newts friends or family. Maybe someone said something iffy about werewolf rights or maybe he's tired of people stealing his pastries. What kind of anger comes out, is he the quiet furious sort or the all hell breaks loose screaming kind. Idk knock yourself out!

It could be like a 5+1 kinda thing?

This could be gen but if you're leaning towards making it shippy Gramander would be lovely <3 <3

What if while Grindlewald was posing as Graves he managed to court, woo and seduce Newt. Newt falls completely in love with the wizard he thinks is Graves. Grindle!Graves revels in this and acts every part the besotted wizard, even leading Newt on to think he'll propose to Newt.

When something tips Newt off and he reveals Grindlewald's deception, he's horrified that he's been duped, that he allowed a dark wizard into his heart and bed, allowed *Grindlewald* to take his virginity, even wanted to marry. Of course it wasn't really Graves and he didn't know it was Grindlewald, but he feels dirty and heart broken.

The real Graves is found mostly unharmed, and things slowly go back to normal, Newt stays to help MACUSA, but Newt is still in love with 'Graves' even though he knows it wasn't real, all the memories and feelings won't go, and despite Newt trying to hide it, Graves is very aware of this.

What happens is up to anon. Happy ending for Newt/Graves desired.

"She looks really healthy." Newt said with a smile, as Percival held Tiny up for him to inspect. She licked his cheek affectionately, and Newt's face lit up. "You're doing really well, aren't you girl? Percival is taking such good care of you, isn't he?"
Percival couldn't help feeling a glow of pride in his chest at those words. It made him feel better.

"She's been doing a good job looking after me." He informed Newt. "We both missed you a lot."
"You missed me?" Newt asked cautiously. He looked surprised.
"I missed you a lot." Percival answered. "But... you're here now."
Newt nodded, reaching out and squeezing Percival's hand.
"I am." Newt's face scrunched up nervously for a moment, before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Percival's lips. "I missed you too."

Percival wrapped his arms around him, brushing his fingers through Newt's hair. It was surprisingly soft and springy. Newt looked up curiously, a fond smile on his face. Percival leaned in and kissed him back, then laughed as Tiny slithered her way between the two of them and making her way onto Percival's shoulder.
"Think we could go out somewhere later?" He asked. "As a date?"
Newt considered, then shook his head. Percival tried not to feel like his heart was sinking. He clearly didn't manage to completely hide his emotions, because Newt shook his head and reached for his hand.

"I think it'd be better to go into the case... at least for now. We can talk there." Newt answered. "If I'm out in public, I'm always worrying about what people see. In the case, with you, I don't feel like that. If that... If that's alright with you?"
"It sounds brilliant to me." Percival answered. Newt looked happy at that moment, and Percival would have agreed to anything that made him smile like that.
"Can Tiny come too?"
"Tiny can come too." Newt answered with a nod, as Pickett clambered out from his pocket. "I'm hardly going to separate the two of you. Now, come on-"

***

It turned out that occasionally Newt would separate the two of them. Mainly because Percival felt self-conscious with being naked around her, and over the past month the relationship between the two of them had led to some nudity.

"Tiny." Percival spoke softly, frowning at the occamy who was currently as tall as he was, bobbing from side to side. "It's for one night. You can stay outside for one night." He pointed at the soft pile of blankets that he had put in the corridor outside the bedroom. "You'll be perfectly comfortable. You're being childish."

She tried to dart past him again, and he moved to block her, sending her back to the bed with a frown.
"You are sleeping here tonight Tiny. I'll see you in the morning, and you have a snack, here-" He put out a handful of cockroaches on the blanket. "You'll be quite comfortable. Now, you can stay out here, can't you."

He turned towards Newt, frowning when he saw Pickett on his shoulder.
"Is he going to stay?"

Pickett stuck his tongue out from his place on Newt's shoulder, and Tiny hissed.
Percival sighed.
"He's got a tree. Look, just for tonight." He walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"You okay?"
"I'm fine." Percival insisted, and Newt smiled.
"She'll be fine."
"Tell Pickett not to look..." Percival teased, before leaning in and kissing Newt. Newt threw a blanket over Pickett's tree to keep him from seeing, and then reached for Percival's shirt buttons.

Percival mirrored the action, gently kissing down Newt's chest.

***

Percival laid back on the bed, Newt curled up beside him. Newt's head was resting on his shoulder, their legs tangled together. Percival kissed him again. Newt smiled, then raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Percival asked.

Newt was grinning, and he pointed to the door. Percival watched as a shape slithered underneath the door, crawling up onto the bed. Tiny grew to a larger size, about the length of Percival's arm, and cuddled up beside Newt.

Percival chuckled, kissing Newt's forehead.
"I can put her outside if you want."
"She'll only come back in." Newt pointed out. "Anyway, I don't want to upset her by keeping her from her family."

Percival paused. "I'm going to have to get used to this from the two of you, aren't I?" He asked softly. Newt nodded, and Percival chuckled and shook his head, but he made no attempt to move Tiny away.

Percival was hit by the smell of food as he made his way down the stairs. He kept glancing down at his cufflinks. Theseus had shown no sign of knowing about the matchbox, so he had to hope that meant he was going to be able to keep it hidden. The cufflinks could be taken from him if he messed this up. But the matchbox was safe for now.

Theseus waved a hand in greeting, floating the food over to three plates. Percival hesitated but sat down in the third seat, awaiting instructions. It was never good to pre-empt what Jauncey wanted, but if he didn’t respond fast enough he would be punished. With no guidelines of how this was meant to go, the best he could do was stick with what he knew and hope he didn’t provoke more trouble.
“Eat up.” Theseus said after a moment and Percival obeyed. He noticed Newt was also eating slowly, and he wondered whether he might have been worried somehow. He would protect others from the wrath of his husbands’ if he could.

Percival noticed that Newt’s plate contained no meat – where he and Theseus had a steak, Newt had some pie that was flavoured with cheese. Percival fought back a flinch. Being punished by losing food was always one of the worst privileges to lose because the hunger ate away at you. It was even worse if you were still expected to cook. If he hadn’t been on such thin ice already, he would have tried to sneak some of the meat he had onto Newt’s plate. He couldn’t understand it. He was here for Theseus and Newt to take their frustrations out on. Newt shouldn’t have been being hurt or deprived of food.

“He’s sorry.” Newt said as he cut into the pie he was eating. Theseus rolled his eyes, and Percival leaned in a little, waiting to hear more. “He didn’t mean to steal the cufflinks.”
“It’s alright.” Percival said quickly, realising what the conversation was about. “I shouldn’t have hidden them.” He didn’t want Newt getting in trouble because of his mistake. The next moment Theseus leaned over and ruffled his brother’s hair, and Newt seemed to relax. Percival wondered if he had somehow misread the situation.

He ate his own meal, and soon Theseus was busy talking to his brother about work. Percival recognised a couple of the names, but generally stayed quiet. Eventually, the food was finished, and Newt beamed at him.
“Do you still want to come into the case?” Newt asked, sounding hesitant. It was almost as if he thought that Percival could say no.
“I’d like that.” Percival agreed.

Down in the case, Newt came alive, his posture more confident. Percival couldn’t help worrying that it was the absence of his brother which helped him. But he remembered Theseus from the war. He knew the older man thought the world of his little brother. He would never hurt him.

Soon those thoughts were pushed away as Newt introduced him to a menagerie of animals, each with their own needs. Percival was determined to learn the information provided. It was a chance to help, to prove his worth and start paying off debts.

“This is the niffler. You’ve already met-“ Newt gestured towards the round ball of fur from earlier, pointing out the pile of gold and other treasures it was seated upon. He could see his lighter there. He didn’t reach for it, only too aware that this could be a test. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t steal them anymore. He didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No harm done.” Percival said quickly. “And it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have had them.”

“You’re allowed precious things.” Newt said quickly. “Come on now, you haven’t met the occammy yet. I really could use your help with feeding them.” Percival followed, eager to be of use. Newt was patient in explaining each task, and he felt that he was managing to reduce his debt, at least a little.

***

Eventually, the two of them emerged from the case and Newt yawned.
“Goodnight Percival. See you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” Percival answered.

He wasn’t going to make the same mistake as he had the previous night. He waited until he heard footsteps in the hallway, until he knew that the other two were upstairs, and then he made his way to outside their door, listening for any clue of how he should make his appearance.

There was whispering from inside the bedroom, too quietly for him to make out the words. He stood frozen by the doorway. He couldn’t bring himself to advance, not when his arrival might be unwanted. He didn’t want them seeing him as a whore, as being desperate and needy and pathetic and stupid. But he couldn’t retreat either. He stood frozen by indecision.

Eventually, his legs gave out beneath him and he sat. He imagined what would happen if Jauncey found him in the hall like this. Tell him he was ungrateful. Remind him that he belonged on the floor.

He wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to steady his breathing. He couldn’t go forwards. He couldn’t go back.

The sun rose.

Percival quickly dressed and went to make breakfast, plating it up as the others emerged from their bedroom. Theseus smiled, taking over the final bits of the cooking, and eating enthusiastically. He was just cleaning the plates when he saw an owl at the window. He let it in, taking the letter it was carrying and patting the soft feathers on the creature’s stomach.
“Apparently-“ He began, and sighed slightly. “I’ve been called in. There’s an emergency, some kind of smuggling involving creatures. Newt, they’ve asked for you as well. Perce, will you be alright here?”

Relief flowed through Percival. If the other two were out at work, he might be able to snatch a few minutes of rest. There would be some time, no matter how brief, where he didn’t have to worry about what might be asked of him next.
“I’ll be fine thank you. It’ll give me some time to tidy.”
“The house isn’t that bad.” Theseus protested, heading towards the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Theseus asked from the doorway. “We can bother Nott some more.”
“I’m sure.” Percival answered, trying to smile. “Why does he dislike me anyway?”
“His brother’s been working on a guide to the British pureblood families. Prevent any pollution to the blood lines and that kind of thing.” Theseus said with a laugh. “Only he had narrowed it down to the sacred twenty nine families, and we go and marry someone with one muggleborn parent. For their list, you can’t have any muggleborns within two generations of a spouse. It’s all nonsense. Absolutely ridiculous. But there are certain families who take it seriously.”

Percival had never considered his mother’s blood status before. She was just who she was – a talented witch who had risen through the ministry to be one of the more important officials involved in the upholding of Rappaport’s law. Her early life immersed in No-Maj culture might have helped her with that, but aside from that he never gave it any thought. Even Jauncey had never mentioned it, never criticised him for that.

But the British had their own beliefs and customs, ways for him to fail that he never could dream of.

Theseus was already half-out of the door. Newt was following him when he paused, reaching into his pocket and picking out one of the occamy, which he placed on the floor near Percival’s feet.
“She doesn’t like the Ministry much. She won’t be any bother.” With that he took his brother’s hand and apparated away.

Percival reached down to stroke the occamy, who quickly grew to the size of a large domestic cat. She slithered off in the direction of the kitchen.

Percival followed close behind, finding the food for her. He wasn’t sure he was allowed to feed her, but he couldn’t imagine Newt would want her to be hungry. Quickly he dropped a few of the bugs onto the floor, before returning to the bedroom he had been given.

The bundimun eyed him from its current position above the wardrobe as he sat down on the bed. Exhaustion washed through him like a wave, and he leaned back on the mattress. The others were out at work. No one could harm him, and he hadn’t been left with any chores to do. He could rest for a short while, then get on with cleaning the house by hand.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and drifted into a deep sleep. As always, Jauncey was waiting for him in his nightmares.

There is a somber young man who comes to the philharmonics every week. always alone. He is so heartbreakingly beautiful that I can’t help but notice him.
It is odd though.
The music seem to bring him .. peace/lift a weight of his shoulders/(joy?)
Yet, when he leaves.. he is shrouded in.. heartbreak?

Please, tell me about a widowed Credence who finds Percival in music.

Any rating, canon or AU!

I'm pretty sure that is actually canon

I really like how word of God says that homophobia just isn't a thing in the magical world. It even makes sense to me in a world building sense. People were torturing to death suspected witches and wizards for centuries, the same people were also claiming that homosexuality was evil = the wizarding world refused to agree with those people on any point.

But in muggle 1920's, that was a death sentence.

Being in WWI, Jacob would have seen guys 'helping each other out' but he would also have seen a lot of abuse, especially of shy, physically un-threatening young men like our Newt.

I would love to see a fic where Graves has been flirting with Newt for a while but they're not together yet. Things are going well though and one day Graves is leaning into Newts personal space and making the magizoologist blush then Jacob walks around the corner.

Jacob doesn't care if the Director is a wizard or not, he's not letting his friend get hurt like that. He saw what it did to some people during the war and he'll be damned before Graves does that to Newt.

I really want some hurt/comfort mixed with smutty fluff for these two. Maybe post-events of first movie? Poor Credence needs some love and attention from Graves!

There was this line in a fic I read where Newt said he was going to feed the kappas. I checked and I'm pretty sure there were actually kappas in the suitcase in those floating water bubbles. Kappas are pretty well known mythologically for drowning and eating people.

Feeding the kappas = (wizarding equivalent) feeding the fishes = death threat.

I really want a fic where Newt's been caught/confronted with someone who threatens to have him 'feed the kappas' and Newt's either 'Really? You have kappas? Aren't they just wonderful!' or if he's just honestly uncertain if they mean literally or not.

+ There are other wizarding euphemisms about dangerous magical creatures that Newt keeps taking literally too.

I'll definitely try to fill this!! If anyone has things they'd particularly like to see in this fic as well, pleade tell me and I'd be happy to try and include them :)

So excited that someone is going to fill it! I can't wait to see what you do with it xD

Newt peered out nervously from his position behind Percival. He felt scared, but his bowtruckle was chattering to him and patting his hair. He was scared. The last few days had been the scariest he had ever had. He had been locked into this room, and the nasty man had yelled at him. He'd used lots of bad words, some words so bad that Newt had never ever heard them before. But the bowtruckle had appeared whenever the nasty man left, and patted Newt's shoulder until his tears stopped. Then Percival had appeared. Percival was about the same age as Newt's brother, Theseus, and he had a nice smile. He had told Newt that he would get them out. Newt had believed him, because he seemed nice and because the bowtruckle liked him.

Now they were getting out, because Percival had told the truth. A nice woman had opened the door and Percival had tried to protect them. But she had smiled at both of them, as though they were friends.
"Hello Newt. Come with me you two. You're safe now." She told them. "My name is Tina, you don't need to be scared of me Newt. I promise to you that I won't let you get hurt."
"Okay." Newt held onto Percival's hand, and Percival stood between him and Miss Tina.

"Let's go. They're aurors for MACUSA, they'll keep us safe."
Newt frowned a little bit, looking down at the floor and swallowing nervously.
"Whassa Magoosa?" Newt whispered.
"It's the Magical Congress of the United States." Percival said, puffing up with pride. "My father works there."
"Oh..." Newt blinked and looked at him. "My daddy works for the Ministry. And mummy looks after hippogriffs. I love hippogriffs. I've got one, she's called Artemis, and she's my age. And Theseus has one called Hector, and-" He paused, and realised he was talking too many words at once again. He swallowed and glanced down at the floor. "Do you have hippogriffs?"
"No." Percival said.

"Come on you two." Miss Tina said more firmly. "We can talk about hippogriffs later..."
Percival nodded, and led the way out of the room, Newt still clung to his side.
"We need to get you both looked after by a healer, and then my sister is going to help interview you. Does that sound okay?" Miss Tina asked, and her voice was gentle. She sounded like she might listen, that if they said no then she might try and help them.
"Will father be there?" Percival asked. He didn't sound like he wanted his daddy to be there, so Newt snuggled up against his side in an attempt to reassure him. Percival cuddled him in return, rubbing his shoulder.

"I'm afraid your father won't be there. But we are going to heal you, see how you are." Miss Tina told him gently. “And we’ll get you home.”
"''scuse..." Newt whispered, reaching out and pulling on her sleeve until she twisted to look down at him.
"Yes?"
"Why did the nasty man hurt us?" Newt whispered. Miss Tina sighed.
"Because he's a bad person. Because he has a grudge against a very dear friend of mine, and because hurting you was the best way of getting to him. It wasn't your fault. And you are going to be okay now, I promise." Miss Tina promised. Her voice was gentle and nice, and Newt couldn't help believing her. He nodded quickly. She smiled in response.

"Are you okay with apparating?" She asked, and Newt shook his head.
"Makes me sick." He admitted. Every time he had to apparate somewhere, his parents cuddling him to their chest, he ended up being sick. He didn't like how everything seemed to spin around as he went.
"That's alright." Miss Tina said after a moment. "Come with me, we can walk to the hospital. It isn't far from here." She paused. "Just stay here for a minute, I'll be back soon."

She had told the truth. It wasn't very long before she came back, and she took Percival's hand. Newt reached to tug on her sleeve again.
"Miss?"
"Yes Newt?"
"Will my bowtuckle be able to come with us?" He asked, pointing to the bowtruckle that was curled up in his hair, and was managing to look rather worried as he wrapped the red hair around his limbs.
"I don't think he'll want to be left behind." Miss Tina said simply, leading the two of them to the medical wing. When they were nearly there they were met by a pretty blonde lady who frowned and wrapped her arms around Newt, before reaching to pull Percival into a hug.
"You poor little dears..." She murmured. "You've had such a bad time of it. It's okay. You must have been scared."

Newt nodded, letting the lady hug him for a moment before realising Percival was watching nervously.
"Who are you?" Percival asked softly.
"My name's Queenie. I'm Tina's little sister, but Newt, you know all about being the baby of the family. I want to help you get better."
"Miss Tina already healed my injuries. Thank you." Percival said. "Newt?"

Newt pulled his shirt sleeve up to reveal a nasty bruise on his shoulder, and Percival nodded.
"We can go to healers." He conceded after a moment. Miss Queenie nodded, walking with the three of them. Newt looked around, amazed. He'd been to the Ministry office once before, but this place seemed bigger and brighter. He clung to Percival's hand so he didn't get separated.

The adults were muttering to each other. Newt could hear a few words - "no memory" "only children" "why would he-" "some sick kind of revenge" but they weren't interesting words. He was much more interested in seeing what he could of this building. The bowtruckle had climbed down to his shoulder and was also looking around.

The problem was when the healer arrived, and told Percival and Newt to go into separate cubicles. As soon as he said that, Newt realised he didn't want to go into a separate room. He was frightened and he was worried the nasty man was going to come back. He reached for Percival's hand and Percival glared up at the adult healer and shook his head.
"No. I won't leave Newt. He needs me."

The healer looked down at him.
"As stubborn as ever..." He said to Miss Tina, but he didn't insist that they split up. Instead, the healer smiled at them, turning his attention to the two boys. "You can stay here for now, and once I've checked you both over - Miss Goldstein, would you be willing to look after them while we work out how to fix this?"

Both Miss Tina and Miss Queenie nodded quickly, which made Newt feel happy. They wanted to spend time with him and that was something very good.
"I think that I should interview them." Miss Queenie said. "I'll go and speak to Madam President and check how she wants to handle it. And I can tell her that they’ve been found safely. She’s been worrying a lot over the past couple of days." She smiled. "Newt, you can keep Percival safe until I get back can't you?"

Chest swelling with pride, Newt nodded. He would look after Percival and Miss Tina until Miss Queenie came back to him.

(http://archiveofourown.org/works/10693281)
Newt climbed out of his suitcase, which he had left on the desk he was borrowing in the auror office, to be faced with more than the normal buzz of excitement. Tina was grinning brightly from the next desk over, and Director Graves nodded smartly at his direction. He got the feeling that a conversation had been happening while he was absent. He just didn't know what the conversation had been about.
"Fine." The Director said after a moment. "You can ask him. But if he says no, then leave the poor man alone." For a moment it looked like the other aurors would protest, but then they nodded. In a way he supposed it should be comforting to know his views were seen as important. But with no idea of what it was he was about to be asked, he couldn't help feeling his heart racing slightly.

"What is it?"
"There's a duelling competition." Tina said quickly. "And since you're currently consulting for the aurors we thought that you would be on our team."

Newt remembered Hogwarts, the smirking faces of the pureblood boys as they proceeded to knock him to the floor once again, hexes dancing across his skin until he gathered the strength to apparate away. He remembered his teacher's smirk as he sent stinging curses at Newt as punishment for not even trying. Of Theseus standing with medals and trophies, and telling Newt that he was doing okay, Newt knowing that it was a lie.
"I'm no good at duelling." He mumbled, and some of the aurors closest to them laughed. Tina frowned.
"Newt. You singlehandedly defeated Grindelwald. If you don't want to be on our team, that's fine. But we've all seen what you're capable of."

Newt smiled nervously, not wanting to be rude and refuse when they had tried to be helpful, but also not wanting to have to face that smart blue carpet. He could see his instructor's face, a look of total disgust as Newt stumbled over his own feet, tripping as he bowed.
"Can... Can I give it some thought?" He asked after a moment. "I'll be alright. I just need some time to decide if I want to participate."

The aurors nodded, and Newt pretended that he couldn't see how disappointed they were. He felt like a traitor. Director Graves flashed him a smile.
"I remember when Theseus and I duelled during the war." He nodded. "You would be a great benefit to the team. But it's your choice."
"Thank you sir." Newt mumbled, ducking his head down to the floor. "I... I needed to go and...and get some water." He almost ran out of the room before he remembered he could have simply aguamentied hmself some water. He could hear his brother's laughter at that moment, the fond way he had smiled, had squeezed Newt's shoulder.
"It's okay Newt. You're good at different things. I'll do the duelling for both of us, and you can handle everything else. How does that sound?"
Newt had agreed, and life had been simpler then. He had written to his parents explaining that he wanted to leave duelling club, and that he would be helping care for the thestrals and various other creatures. He learned there, and didn't bother knowing any more duelling. There had been a few times that duelling had been compulsory, the boys in his class delighted that they had an opportunity to hurt him with the school's blessing, but mostly he had been able to avoid it. At times other than official duels, Newt could always apparate out of harm’s way. Official rules meant that apparating was banned.

He shook his head and tried to focus, then made his way to the cafe, only to see Sam standing there, using his magic to pour a cup of coffee. One of the best of MACUSA's obliviators, he had been helping Newt develop cover stories that could be used for a range of creature attacks.
"Scamander!" Sam greeted him with a broad grin, holding out a broad hand to shake. "Just the man I had wanted to see?"
"Oh?" Newt tilted. "Did you manage to work out a solution to the murtlap question?"
"No. I have no idea how we can even begin to pass that off as something else." Sam admitted with a shrug. "But that wasn't what I wanted to see you for. I wanted to talk to you about this competition that's going to be happening in the next week or so, I don't know if you've heard about it?"
Newt's heart sunk a little, but he nodded.
"You mean the duelling competition."
"I do." Sam agreed. "I mean, I understand if the aurors have already poached you, but they're all already trained for this. Really, you would be much better off helping a group that's disadvantaged. The obliviators would be more than happy to have you on side if you're looking for a team that's got a good chance of winning and doesn't do this kind of thing all the time."

"I... I'm sorry." Newt murmured.
"No worries." Sam handed Newt a cup of coffee, pouring himself a second. "I guessed that they'd probably already got you. But if you change your mind and want to shake things up a bit-"
"I'll keep you in mind." Newt replied, quickly transforming his coffee into rather more palatable tea. Everyone on MACUSA appeared to run on particularly strong coffee, and he had no idea how they managed to drink it without feeling sick.

On his way back to his temporary office, he was waylaid by Rosie, by a secretary, by one of the witches who was working on Sasquatch protection, and by the President herself. It was quite clear to him that there was going to be no way that he could get out of this. He was going to be expected to duel. He sipped his tea and took a seat at his desk, considering his options. After a moment he sighed, lifting his head and looking up at the rest of the aurors.
"I've decided I'd like to duel with the rest of you. If you've got space on the team."

His reasons for the decision were simple enough - the aurors were likely to be doing well regardless, and so it was unlikely that he could bring down their score enough to ruin their entry, and they were the group he was closest to. He could only hope that he wouldn't be losing their respect when they saw how much he struggled with duelling. There was cheering and whooping in celebration, and he sat down with his notes in front of him. He tried to put thoughts of the upcoming duel out of his mind. There would be time for worrying later. For now, his focus was going to be on getting on with his notes and doing whatever he could to distract himself.

***

On the day of the duel, the whole of MACUSA's staff gathered together in the central atrium. A ripple of excitement was passing through the crowd. Newt had been placed as the second dueller on the auror team, and that meant his first match was just before lunch. He tried to focus on watching the others compete, but it just became clear to him that he was going to be at a huge disadvantage, outclassed in every imaginable respect.

The competition began with several of the weaker teams, engaging in healthy interdepartmental competition. The receptionist girls were managing a surprisingly skilled showing given everything, and Newt found himself cheering them on, temporarily forgetting about his own fate. Queenie was exceptional - though not a talented duellist as such, being able to read the mind of your opponent had certain advantages. He watched her compete, whooping and hollering in celebration.

Worse was when Percival took the stand. He strode out onto the carpet with confidence, bowing smartly and then standing straight, his wand held out before him. His opponent, one of the healers, looked a little nervous. The referee called for the fight to begin, and a flurry of spells were fired off by the healer.

Percival deflected them easily, with a flick of his wrist. He brought his own wand up to cast a barrier, and then aimed at the other man's legs. The healer jumped out of the way of the curse, and Percival countered it with another hex, sending him spinning through the air. The aurors were whooping and cheering, the noise too loud for where they were, and Percival set off a shower of sparks flying after the man.

A blue light emerged, and Newt shuddered as memories of Grindelwald's attack threatened to overwhelm him. He knew that Percival wouldn't be using any hex like that, wouldn't be aiming to injure, but it was still a concern, leaving his insides feeling twisted with sickness. The wand flew from his opponent's hand, and the cheering reached a crescendo. Percival bowed again, handing the wand back to the healer, and the two of them took their seats.

Newt continued to watch the fights, his head down as he focused on what was done. He remembered the bowing, the way that they were expected to show proper form. Some of the steps were different in MACUSA than the ones he had learned at Hogwarts, but there were similarities enough for him to use what he had learned.

Finally, it was his time to take to the thin blue carpet. Tina hugged him and grinned.
"You can do it Newt."

He could feel every eye upon him as he made his way up the steps that led to the duelling carpet. He turned to look at his opponent. Marcus, one of the younger obliviators. He was only too aware of the rivalry there. He couldn't expect Marcus to pull his punches or show him anything approaching mercy.

This was just a friendly duel. He tried to remind himself of that as he reached the carpet, stumbling a little as he made his way over to the appropriate spot. A moment later he remembered he was meant to bow first. He walked to the middle, and bowed his head, then spun half a turn and returned to his spot on the carpet.
"Newt?" There was a concerned voice calling out from the crowd, and he looked down to see Queenie looking up at him. "You don't need to do this."

Newt smiled nervously, but shook his head, and spun to face his opponent. His heart was hammering in his chest so hard that he felt he was going to be sick, but there was nothing he could do about it, no way that he could stop it now. He tried to remind himself to keep his feet on their spot on the carpet, even as every instinct he had screamed at him to apparate away, or at least dive to the side. Marcus flicked a spell towards him, a simple action aimed to disarm. Newt shielded himself, and in doing so moved too far from the side, and only a quick flick of Tina's wand stopped him from falling face first onto the ground. He regained his balance, and tried to send another spell, and another, trying to remember the rhythm of it.

If he was just on his own, this would be easier. But the aurors were counting on him, and everyone here knew that he was the man who had defeated Grindelwald. They expected him to win this fight.

The carpet at his feet seemed to twist and he collapsed to his knees, his wand still held out in front of him. Marcus summoned it to his hand, and then walked towards him to hand it back.

Newt's hands were trembling too badly to pick up the wand when it was held out to him, and he swallowed nervously, tension building inside of him. After all the other fights there had been cheering and laughter. Now there was just a disappointed silence. He had let down his friends.
"Sorry." He murmured, his voice echoing strangely in the room. "I don't... I'm not good at duelling." He wrapped his arms around himself, and let Marcus help him back to his feet.

"But you-with Grindelwald?" Marcus prompted, and Newt shrugged.
"That was different..."

Marcus led him down the steps, and the next fight began. But eyes were still watching Newt, as though he had somehow humiliated the aurors, as though he was a disgrace. He fought back his desire to sob, reminding himself that he was still in public here. That he was still expected to represent his house, his school and his team.

He felt the aurors swarming around him, checking him over for any injuries, their gazes all looking at him in concern. They were acting like they were worried. He managed to force himself to smile, then saw out of the corner of his eye that Tina had pushed Marcus against the wall, her wand at his throat. He shook his head.
"Tina. He didn't do anything!" He tried to protest, but Tina glared. Marcus listed off the spells he had used. Nothing that should have posed a problem. Newt cringed, his shoulders rising to bracket his face, as he stared down at the floor. He didn't want to face their disgust, to be seen as an embarrassment or a failure. Not by the aurors, not by his friends.

It was Percival who approached, putting a hand gently on Newt's shoulder.
"Newt?" He asked softly. "What happened up there?"
"I told you." Newt mumbled, suddenly resentful. "I can't duel..."

Percival's arms wrapped around him in an embrace. He held him close, and Newt felt his fears fading a little - Percival wasn't angry with him, wasn't rejecting him. The aurors were concerned, not disappointed in him.
"We all saw you fight Grindelwald." One of the aurors said, and Newt cringed.

"And you took down that man last week who had a wand at a No-Maj's throat."

"I can fight." Newt tried to explain what he meant. "But I can't duel. Never have been able to, never will be able to."
"It's just the same thing." One of the aurors pointed out, and Newt felt himself blush with shame. He was a failure and a disappointment then.

"Of course it's not the same." Percival snapped, shaking his head. "What a stupid idea. I mean, all of you-" He gestured at the surrounding aurors. "All of you are regularly in fights. Now, can anyone tell me, when was the last time you bowed before arresting a criminal."

Newt felt the tension and sickness in his throat ease slightly. Maybe this would be alright.

OP here: This was just perfect. Even better than I'd imagined. I loved Newt's slowly intensifying dread and how (even though he's too terrified to notice it) everyone in the MACUSA showed they care about Newt.

And you kept the bowing line. I was sure that would be a bit too corny.
Thank you!

Percival Graves is a powerful wizard crime lord and everyone knows not to cross him, including MACUSA who are happy to look the other way for the right amount of cash.

Graves owns numerous clubs where he first spots a shy, adorkable British wizard, Newt Scamander, and Graves immediately wants him. Before Newt knows what’s happening, he finds himself as Graves’ current favourite boy-toy to fuck and show off in exchange for protecting his family/creatures/visa etc. Newt falls in love with Percival, despite being scared of the man, and assumes Percival doesn't feel the same way because they're not exclusive (on Percival’s side only of course – Graves made it chillingly clear what would happen if Newt was unfaithful), and also Newt doesn't think he's worth it. He’s convinced he’s nothing to Pervical, just one of his many toys.

When Newt discovers that he's pregnant he’s terrified of Percival's reaction, since Percival's actively and aggressively made clear that he does not want to be tied down or have children and what happens to his lovers that do wind up pregnant and try to tie him down. Newt wants to keep the child, but he still needs whatever it is that Percival is giving him. So, fearing for his own life and that of his unborn child, he saves up and hides the pregnancy as long as he can before disappearing, figuring Percival can just replace him.

What Newt didn't count on, however, was how obsessed Percival had become with him since he'd taken Newt's virginity after finding Newt all innocent and lost in a club he owned. Even though Percival doesn't know about the baby at first, he still doesn't let go of what he considers "his", and wants Newt back, no matter what. So after a few terrifying months of being on the run, Newt is found by Percival (and his men), who furiously demands that Newt get rid of the baby, not realizing that it's his child Newt is carrying. Newt freaks out and tries to explain to Percival that the child is his, that no other man has touched him and that he won't ever ask Percival for a penny, just please let him go and his child go.

Curious, Graves has some kind of powerful spell done on Newt was being truthful. Graves realises he loves Newt and wants him as his husband and father of his children (yes there WILL be more, Newt darling)

I don't even know what to write. This chapter hurt me so much, but in the best way. It's fascinating to read about how much Percival misreads situations to make them it into something he knows. Newt doesn't eat meat? Being a vegetarian in those times was probably something unheard of, so Percival's brain comes with the most possible explanation: Newt must have done something wrong. What is the last wrong thing that had happened? Niffler stealing Percival's cuff-links. Goodness, this is so sad. But the thing that pained me the most when Percival thought that he was there for his husbands to unload their anger on him. Someone save Percival, please.

I hope that Theseus and Newt were talking about Percival behaves. Theseus is an Auror after all; even if he might think at first that Percival suffers because of war, I'm sure he saw enough victims of domestic abuse to realize that something is off. Newt already takes care of hurt animals so I'm sure he can see that something bad is going on with Percival.

I can only keep my fingers crossed that Percival won't sleep late and be woken up my his husbands (or worse, they will hear him screaming from nightmares and will ask what is going on). The poor guy went to sleep only because he was finally alone and felt relatively safe.

Saw this post on Tumblr and it really needs to be a prompt:

"you know you’re fucked when the mirror of erised and a boggart both show you the same person"

http://ourloveislegendrarry.tumblr.com/post/129462112183/

Credence with conflicting feelings about Graves? Graves after Grindelwald has seriously fucked up his mind? I'm not picky about the character, or even too fussed whether we actually see the mirror and the boggart, I just had to share this in case it sparks any plot bunnies.

Update: I'm about halfway-through writing this!! However, I'll probably not post it before Tuesday, as I have exams I still need to study for. Just wanted to let you know that I didn't abandon this :)

Trying to change the world was harder than Newt ever could have expected. But Percival was determined that they could do this, and when he spoke with such certainty Newt found he was swept along. They were sat at a table, trying to make a list of areas which needed more done, Pickett observing from Newt's shoulder.

"The asylum system I've set up is for foreign omegas, either within embassies or here. So that they can request separation-" Percival explained. "I have the power to dissolve legal bonds, as you know, even if the biology is more complicated."
Newt nodded. He still got twinges of emotion from Grindelwald, but mostly he could ignore them.
"Aside from dark wizards, your asylum system works." He agreed. "Now, what about for omegas within America."
"Hmm?"

"If they want to leave their alpha?" Newt asked, with surprising boldness. Percival smiled when he showed that confidence, so it encouraged him to keep trying.
"They get interviewed."
"Who by?"
"An auror." Percival explained, and Newt frowned.
"You put a vulnerable omega with an alpha to be interviewed?"
"Of course not. An alpha of their choice is with-" Percival opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, and Newt nodded.
"The alpha they choose is probably going to be the very one they want to escape." Newt confirmed.

"Well, we can't have omegas being questioned by an alpha unattended, and it seems harsh to put them with someone they don't know-" Percival said carefully, and Newt smiled.
"You need an omega who can do interviews." He swallowed. "Try contacting the refuge. I'm sure there is someone there who would be willing to help."

"We can do that." Percival nodded. "I can stop the omega ban on aurors, and talk to Picquery about doing the same elsewhere. We might not get anyone taking us up on it, but at least we’re showing they’d be welcome."

Newt gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
"What about allowing omegas to divorce?"
"You trying to get rid of me?"
"I'm being a realist." Newt answered. "No country lets omegas get out of a marriage right now. We could be world leaders."

Percival wrote down a few more notes, and checked them with Newt before putting them down and turning to the case.
"Let's check on everyone."

Newt nodded, climbing down, Percival following. He got the mooncalf pellets, a comfortable silence hanging in the air between them before he spoke.
"Mister Worme says that he thinks my book will sell well. He's contacted a lot of people about them. And Hogwarts is among them. One of my teachers - I want to contact him. He's an omega, and he can help." Newt felt pride to admit he had been taught by an omega. It might have only been transfiguration that Dumbledore taught, a subject that was delicate and well suited to omega natures, but he was teaching nonetheless.

"Help how?" Percival asked as he tickled one of the mooncalves under the chin.
"He said he didn't like how I was taken off to hospital. He might be able to contact us with any other omega who needs to get out of the country. Maybe..." Newt hesitated and then looked up at Percival. "Maybe we could arrange for them to be transferred to Ilvermorny if they had to leave Hogwarts. If that would be... acceptable."

Percival nodded.
"I'm sure that Ilvermorny would be willing to take in a few children if they have to leave. MACUSA has strong links with a number of their professors, so I wouldn't worry if I was you. We can work this out." Percival spoke gently, and Newt felt himself smiling.
"Come on-" He reached for Percival's hand. "We've got a lot more work to do."

***

It was a couple of weeks later that the responses came back from a number of schools. Dumbledore had expressed his interest in helping any omega escape if faced with an unwanted marriage or hospitalisation for being unsuitable, and had said Newt's book would make a valuable edition to their students' learning. Beauxbatton had said that their omegas were perfectly integrated within the school, and that they would be delighted to have Newt's book. Durmstrang denied that they had any omegas, in a letter that they had written to Percival. Their young men and women were from the best and purest of families. No omegas attended their school. However, a few days letter a second letter had been sent to Newt, and admitted that "Occasionally an omega appears and they cause distraction among the older students. If you could arrange for them to be removed and taken to a school more suitable for their fragile nature, that would be welcome." Newt put them in contact with Beauxbatton, and hoped that would be enough. A couple of days later, Newt walked down to the kitchen to find Percival frowning at a letter.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, stretching as his body uncurled from a night sleeping in his nest.
"Durmstrang wrote to me." Percival spat. "They say they'd be interested in your book, but they want my name on the cover instead of yours. It isn't seen as suitable for them to have a book written by an omega, and generously offer that you can be listed as my assistant." He glared, and Newt reached out to rest his hand on Percival's arm.

"That's okay." Newt smiled. "I'd be okay with that."
"You shouldn't have to lie." Percival shook his head. "I don't want to take credit. We're writing back, and we're telling them that if you aren't the author they can't have the book."
"You..." Newt stared at him, eyes wide with silent anger, gathering up his courage. Everything he had been taught told him that he wasn't to argue with an alpha, let alone his alpha, but he wanted to speak his mind. "You are... such a hippogriff."
Percival looked up at him and frowned.
"Did you just call me a hippogriff?"

Newt blushed.
"I meant a hypocrite. But. Uh. That too. You're so... you're proud. And you're determined to do what's right, and that..." Newt stumbled with his words a little. "That's admirable. But... But you told Malfoy not to tell me what I can do. And then you tell me..." He fell silent, afraid that Percival would push their marriage back at him as a reason to be allowed to tell Newt what he should do. Instead, Percival sighed and nodded.
"You're right." He conceded. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to be listed as your assistant. Including on the cover." Newt said firmly. It was hard to wave away the work that he had done, to pretend that his own efforts were nothing more than helping Percival. But it was what he wanted.

"Okay." Percival nodded, waving a chair over so that Newt could sit beside him and see the letter. "Can you tell me why?"
"I want them to know that omegas can... can do things. I want the children there, who might have siblings who are, who might be omegas, or marry them one day... I want them to have something they can point to as a sign of strength." He swallowed, and Percival's arm wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him close and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Newt thrilled a little at the touch.
"You are brilliant." Percival murmured, his voice reverent. Newt leaned up to kiss him.

***

Percival headed home from work one day to find that Newt had moved his nest from the suitcase to the bedroom. For most omegas, the term "nest" would apply to the bundle of blankets that they would sometimes curl up in. However, Newt was Newt. Newt had a literal nest, a cocoon made of twigs in which he slept when they were in the case. It was hanging up in the corner of the room, within arm's reach of the bed.
"Newt?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to the structure. "What's that doing there?"
"I ... I miss sleeping near you." Newt explained. "So I thought this way I could stay close to you."

Percival didn't point out that his bed was large enough for two, or that Newt could have had his own separate bed if he so wished. It was clear that Newt felt comfortable in his nest.
"Sounds like a good idea." He promised.
He took Newt out for a meal that evening, and then they headed to bed. It felt natural now to have Newt close, to be able to open his eyes and see Newt cuddled up in the nest, often with a creature of some kind against him. Newt woke with a smile, and reached out to squeeze Percival's hand, brushing his lips to Percival's own. Percival realised that this wasn't a conventional relationship, but that if this was what he and Newt could have, he would be happy with it.

***

Percival was looking over some notes when a knock came at the door. He could smell an omega, and he called them in, finding himself faced with a scrappy looking kid, hair cropped short. The edging of their Ilvermorny robes showed they were no older than sixteen, an escapee from a school visit. Percival couldn’t tel if they were male or female – their face had an omega’s softness, but they were trying to hide it behind muscle and a tough expression. They were wearing a visitor pass, and their fingers kept tracing over the badge, a talisman to prove that they were at least allowed in the building.
"Hello?" He queried, and they looked up at him.
"You're Director Graves, aren't you?"
"I am." Percival agreed. "Do you want to take a seat? What’s your name?"

The kid sat down, chewing on their lip, but they looked up at him fearlessly.
"Alex. Look. I'm sorry to bother you but... But one of my professors at Ilvermorny said you accepted omegas on the auror training programme, and... my parents say you don't. I just... I want to know." The kid was shaking where they sat.

Percival considered them for a moment, realising the immense bravery you would need to even go in to see an alpha you didn't know, let alone with a question like this. He nodded.
"We accept all orientations. Having said that, we do ask that applicants are at least eighteen. Come back in a couple of years."

The kid smiled, and practically skipped from the room. Percival watched them go with a smile, and decided he'd send Tina to go and talk at Ilvermorny about exactly what being an auror involved.

***

Neither of them could have said when exactly Newt moved from his nest to Percival's bed. It wasn't that one day Newt slept in his nest, and the next he slept beside Percival. There were months when he darted back and forth, sleeping wherever he felt comfortable. Percival never asked him to stay, knowing that Newt had to do what felt right for him.

He woke up one day to find Newt gazing up at him sleepily, legs tangled with Percival's own. He kissed him softly, and shivered.
"You okay there?"
Newt nodded, reaching for Percival's hand.
"I want... I want to ask you something."
"You can ask me anything." Percival reassured him. Newt smiled shyly and then closed his eyes.
"I wondered if you'd be willing to... to have a proper marriage. The ceremony I mean -" He interrupted before Percival could make a fool of himself. "With Theseus there. And our friends. You married me to save me from worse, and I'm grateful. I will always be grateful. But... I want to marry you properly."
Percival pressed his lips to Newt's hand.
"I'd like that." He said after a moment. "I'd like that a lot."

Seconded!!! This would be such a cool story! I'd imagine Percival would be a total BAMF and completely tear Grindels a new one!!!!! And Percy's alarm over Newt getting in his space and asking him all sorts of things, it'd be so funny!

Percival Graves was woken to the wards on his house letting him know that someone was inside. He stretched, enjoying the most exciting thing that had happened since he had quit his job within MACUSA, scarred by the duel which had took his leg and nearly his life. For the past few months he had been recuperating, waiting to start consulting with his old team, and wishing that something interesting would happen. It turned out that his wishes had finally been answered.

He frowned, sitting up and reaching for his leg which he had left beside the bed, and slotting it into place, allowing his magic to run through it. Once it was in place, he made his way down the stairs. The wards that had sounded had only warned him that there was someone there, not that they posed a threat, and he had enough experience with casting them to know he could rely on their accuracy. Someone was in his house, but they meant him no harm. He had his wand drawn as he walked down the steps, his steps echoing strangely in the silence before he muffled them with a wandless wave of his wand. He could hear something in his kitchen.

He approached in silence, ready to fight if need be. He wasn't going to be defenceless again.
"No." He heard a sharp voice whisper, the accent foreign. "Come back here, no, you can't-" He tensed. The wards had been sure that only one person was here. One harmless individual. If there were two, that changed things. He continued, a little more tense than before, only to freeze in the doorway at the sight before him.

His kitchen was fairly dark, but the blind was up and it allowed the faint glow of the moon to illuminate the room. There was a single figure sat on the kitchen floor, hands on his hips. The figure looked small, slender, although the voice was male. Opposite the man, and copying his gestures, what looked like a very animated stick. The stick bounced from foot to foot, darting away from the man's grasp. The man sighed, and moved to cross his arms.
"No Pickett." He said firmly. "You can't... you can't just break into things. I don't care. If the cupboard is locked, it's for a reason. We're just borrowing some food, that's all. Now come back here and let me finish this note, you little trouble maker-" The man reprimanded the 'Pickett' which continued to hop from foot to foot. Then the stick froze, and Percival saw the moonlight glint off two dark beady eyes.

Information hit him in a rush. The stick was a bowtruckle. Bowtruckles were mostly harmless, but if they felt threatened they could try and gouge out your eyes. He raised his arms as the creature leapt towards him, the man on the floor turning towards him and screaming out in horror, scrambling to his feet and trying to catch the creature.

Percival was nearly knocked off his mismatched feet as the man managed to grab the bowtruckle, pulling it away as it scrabbled at Percival's arm. Percival rested against the wall for a moment, panting, and then turned to the man who was stood before him.
"Do you think that you could possibly tell me what's going on?"
The man before him turned an interesting shade of pink, his skin almost glowing with embarrassment at being caught. Percival watched as he stubbornly attempted to shove the bowtruckle into his pocket. The bowtruckle quite clearly did not want to be shoved, and Percival had to smother a chuckle as it popped its head back out.
"Pickett, please..." The man hissed, and the bowtruckle disappeared from view.

"Lumos." Percival spoke with a flick of his wand. He was more than capable of wandless magic, but he didn't want the other man to know that. It was better he was underestimated, viewed as an injured man alone rather than a capable auror. He had learned that the hard way.

He glanced over the man before him. He was skinny, his clothes slightly too large - either they were second hand, or he had lost weight recently. His hair was an unruly mop of red curls, and his eyes were brilliantly blue. His face was dotted with freckles.

The man scurried back at the sudden light, trembling visibly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to hurt you I swear-" As he spoke a little more, Percival was able to place his accent as English.
"No. According to what I just heard, you were going to borrow my food. And how exactly would that work?"

The man turned if anything even more red, the tips of his ears coloring with shame.
"I was just going to take enough for a meal. Nothing... nothing valuable. I wasn't going to go through any cupboards, I swear, and.. I'm sorry, I was just so... so hungry, and I could tell this was a magical house, and please... Please just...I'm sorry..." The boy was terrified, that much was clear.

Percival had no issue with frightening criminals, had made a career out of it for more years than he cared to remember. But he couldn't quite bring himself to want to frighten this boy. He took a step towards him, planning to offer him some food. He was wealthy enough that he had more than he needed, and a bowl of hot soup and some bread would hardly be an issue for him but might help the boy back from the brink of starvation.

The boy cowered back, as though expecting to be struck. That wasn't a surprise, not if he made a habit of stealing food. Still, it worried Percival. There was something about this situation that screamed not right, for all that New York was filled with the poor and hungry.

"You got a name kid?" He asked, and the young man turned towards him, a pained expression passing over his face. He was clearly internally debating something, and the next thing that Percival knew he was crawling towards him on his hands and knees. He stopped in front of Percival, looking up with wide eyes.
"Please... please don't tell MACUSA we are here-" He begged. Percival tensed at the thought that there was someone else, before remembering the bowtruckle. He had clearly paused for too long, because the young man's eyes filled with tears, and he was visibly shaking. "Please... just don't... don't get the aurors involved, don't... don't tell them I'm here, please, I'll do anything... anything you want-" He stepped back as the man's hands reached for his belt, the utter terror and misery on his face sickening.

His earlier entertainment faded into slowly dawning horror, and he saw the young man cringe at his rejection.
"If .. if you don't want that you can hurt me..." He whispered, gaze down now. "You...can kick or...or your belt, or wand or..."
"Quiet." Percival snapped, and the boy whimpered but obeyed, his shoulders shaking in silent terror. Percival approached, crouching down a little so he could look into the boy's eyes. "Hey. I'm not about to hurt you. And I won't get anyone else involved. But you're in my house, in the middle of the night. And I'm asking you, can you tell me your name?"

There was a pause, before he whispered his answer.
"Newt."
“How old are you Newt?”
“Twenty… Twenty one, I think.”
"Okay." Percival said after a moment. "My name is Percival. Now, you said you were hungry? There’s food in my cupboard. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement."
"Anything." Newt whispered, and Percival felt bile twist in his chest. The boy was undeniably pretty, and it sickened him to think of what could have happened to Newt if he had been someone else, of what might have happened to Newt before.

He summoned a bowl of soup and buttered bread, heating the soup with a wave of his wand and setting both on the table.
"You can eat." He said, and saw the boy licking his lips, gaze directed at the food in front of him. Newt fell on the food, his body curled around it in an attempt to prevent the meal being taken away.

Once he had wiped the bowl clean, first with bread and then chasing the last few drops with his fingers, Percival cleared his throat. Newt stared up at him.
"You can stay here for tonight. I won't get the aurors involved or tell MACUSA. I've got a spare room."
"But-" Newt opened his mouth to protest, but Percival cut him off with a raised hand.

"We can talk in the morning about what happens next. You'll feel better with some sleep. You can do some cleaning for me, pay me back for the food, how does that sound?"
The relief that passed across Newt's face at having a named price was obvious.

Percival showed him to one of the spare rooms, and left him to settle in. He returned to the bedroom and ensured the door was locked, unopenable to anyone except himself. He settled back down into bed having removed his prosthetic, and tried to stop the worries that were circling around his head from becoming overwhelming. What he had told Newt was true. They would both feel better having got some sleep.
(AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10717773/chapters/23745510)

"Twenty one, I think" dear Merlin, Newt, what happened to you?! He doesn't even know how old he is? I saw the tags of this story on AO3 and I have a feeling Grindelwald had a big part in making Newt as scared as he is now, but why Newt doesn't want MACUSA to know about him? Couldn't they help him?

After reading this chapter I am as shaken as Percival. It broke my heart to read about how Newt wanted to let Percival use him or hurt him - to do /everything/ Percival would want. That's just too sad. And what is going to happen when (if?) Newt gets to know that Percival worked for MACUSA?

I like how Percival is able to walk. It's saddening that he lost his leg, but I'm glad he's getting better, wanting to help his team.

You couldn't start this story better way, honestly. There is only one thing more I want to write out: could you try to use names of characters more? Like in this sentence: "He stepped back as the man's hands reached for his belt, the utter terror and misery on his face sickening.". I had to pause in that moment because for a second I wasn't sure who stepped back: Percival or Newt? I don't want to sound rude, sorry :(

OP here: Yay! My prompt's getting filled! Seriously though, whenever you can post is great. Good luck on your exams

Percy can't keep food down and he's generally not feeling great so thinks he's pregnant. He goes to Newt assuming the magizoologist can diagnose him as he does for his creatures and doesn’t want the MACUSA healers to know if he is. But when Newt examines him he finds no pregnancy but terrible injuries and scars and asks if he has a safe place to go as these are obviously caused by extreme abuse. This triggers the actual memories that Percy has been suppressing (or been obliviated) of being abused and raped by his boyfriend/husband and he has a breakdown/panic attack. Newt comforts him.

+BAMF!Newt
+Newt/Percival eventually

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Prompt Post #2

Angry!Newt (gen or original!Graves/Newt

Grindle!Graves/Newt (dub-con), Graves/Newt Newt fell for Grindle!Graves before truth revealed

A Tiny Problem (6/6)

Fill: Who Pays The Piper (9/?)

Credence/Real!Graves, Past character death

Newt/Any or gen, Newt has aspergers

Re: Newt/Any or gen, Newt has aspergers

Newt/Graves - Jacob is protective

Real!Graves/Credence, smutty fluff

Wizarding Death Threats and Newt

Re: Newt/Graves - Jacob is protective

Re: Newt/Graves - Jacob is protective

Fill: Someone Today (2/5)

Fill: Not The Same

Re: Fill: Not The Same

Graves/Newt crime lord!Graves

Re: Fill: Who Pays The Piper (9/?)

It's Complicated

Re: Newt/Graves - Jacob is protective

Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (24/?)

Re: Original!Graves/Newt - Dragons

Fill: The Possibility of Hope (1/?)

Re: Fill: The Possibility of Hope (1/?)

Re: Newt/Graves - Jacob is protective

Percival/Other non-con, abuse, hurt/comfort