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During his captivity, Graves was raped by Grindelwald. What haunts him most is how hard he always came during the assault.

Cut to post-movie, and Graves is back at work, moving on. He's in a loving relationship with Newt or Credence. It's healthy and functional, the sex is great, things are fine. Except sometimes the memory of the assaults get too much for Graves- but they've discovered that it helps him cope to do a consensual negotiated scene where his partner takes him against his will.

I just want Graves have a fully safe, sane, and consensual scene complete with safewords and aftercare where his parter pretends to rape him to help him cope with the trauma.

What it says on the tin. Possibly Credence's first time?

Inspired by some earlier prompts where people jokingly said people could mistake Credence for Graves' illegitimate son

Credence is Graves' illegitimate son. However, both of them have no idea and only find out post-movie, when they're in a romantic and sexual relationship. Graves is initially horrified, but Credence is delighted- Mister Graves always felt so much like family, and now there's confirmation!

Graves accepts that his role should be father, not lover, and tries to act that way. Until Credence crawls in his bed like always, kissing at his neck. He doesn't see any reason why his daddy shouldn't be the person who gives him all the love and good feelings he needs, just like before. And Graves' guilt isn't enough to make him push away the sweet boy reaching for him.

While Grindelwald held Graves captive, they found out they were soulmates. It's not romantic or sexual, and neither one wants it, but they can't help but care about one another. No one at MACUSA blames Graves for it, but they try to use it to lure Grindelwald into a trap. It only partially works. Grindelwald comes to rescue Graves, and takes over America in the process, deciding to keep Graves captive to protect him.

Bonus: Graves still tries to escape, despite part of him not wanting to leave. Maybe he even gets away sometimes, but Grindelwald finds him.

Double bonus: Grindelwald's followers know to tread lightly where Graves is concerned. Those who take it on themselves to punish Graves for escape attempts or helping trapped MACUSA employees are lucky to get off with just the Cruciatus curse. Only Grindelwald can punish Graves.

Triple bonus: Grindelwald wins the duel with Dumbledore and can't bring himself to kill his ex, deciding to keep him prisoner. Graves, despite not thinking of Grindelwald in a romantic/sexual way, is still kind of jealous at having to share Grindelwald's affection.

Waking up beside Credence, and knowing he would not have to send him back to his torturer, was one of the dearest moments of Percival's life. He saw how the young lithe man lay tangled in the sheets, his eyes closed, and he tucked the blanket around him tenderly, trying to keep him from getting a chill.

Percival summoned over a book, and began to read it as Credence napped beside him. He would have been able to call over some work, but didn't want to risk disturbing him. His gaze was drawn to a photograph on the mantelpiece, his lover standing beside Scamander and Queenie, his arms wrapped around a wriggling dark ball of fur. Credence was doing well.

Credence had been a well-known part of Grindelwald's regime, his tear-streaked face and broken body seen by almost everyone. Now Percival got to see another side to him. He got to see the intelligent young man he had fallen for, who had existed only in snatches in the awful flood of before.

Percival was beginning to contemplate breakfast when the man beside him moved, and he decided pressing another kiss to Credence's lips was a better use of his time.

Credence giggled, indulging him with tender kisses for a few moments before pushing Percival away. Percival smiled fondly as he moved away, heading to the kitchen to get breakfast for the two of them.

It struck him how ordinary everything was. There were people who wanted to see him prosecuted for what had happened, but so far he hadn't had to face that particular threat. His aurors, those who had suffered while he had served their captor, still respected him. He couldn't claim to deserve that respect, but did not know how to rid himself of it either.

"You look serious today," Credence said as he walked in, Percival's black dressing gown around his shoulders, concealing the hated band of leather around his throat.
"Just thinking how lucky I am," Percival answered, and was met by a cynical expression from Credence. He could tell that the younger man didn't believe what he was saying, but he meant every word. "I didn't lose you, when I could have... he would have wanted to take you from me, and that... that would have destroyed me. Instead you are still here. You killed the monster."
"You gave me the strength," Credence whispered, and pressed a kiss to Percival's cheek. Credence was a very tactile person, now that he had been freed, always eager to touch and to be touched. Percival was glad to indulge him in that, holding his hand as they walked.

People stared. But people would stare anyway, and it was better for them to stare at their joy than at their sorrow.

That thought gave him a boldness he had not known before, and he reached out to grasp Credence's hands in his.
"I like waking up beside you."
"I like it too," Credence giggled, squirming a little and looking away, a faint blush across his face.

"I'd do it every morning for the rest of my life if I could."
"I don't see why you can't," Credence answered, gazing up at him. "In fact, I think that would be a good plan."
"You want to make this official?" Percival asked. Credence shrugged his shoulders.
"Whatever we do with it, Ma would still see it as sinful, and I'm hardly a virginal bride." He paused, and leaned in to kiss him. "But Credence Barebone suffered enough, and had his name dragged through the mud. I guess being Credence Graves means I could have a fresh start."

"Only if you want to," Percival encouraged. The last thing he wanted was to make his lover feel trapped or unwelcome. He cuddled him for a moment, and Credence nodded and kissed him again.
"I want to. I don't want something big. I know...what I want. Just our friends, and Sera-" He caught himself. "President Picquery could do the ceremony?"
"I'd like that." Percival brushed his fingers through Credence's hair. After everything that had been so public, he couldn't help feeling that it would be a good idea to have some privacy in the end. "You can sort it out if you'd like."
"And after?"
"I have an idea." Percival told him gently, pressing a kiss to his lips.

***

The preparations were soon underway. Percival couldn't help feeling that he was cheating somehow, that he was managing to steal a happy ending which he had no right to. But then Credence would appear, and he would focus just on him.

Credence seemed to have grown taller since Grindelwald's death, his body no longer cowering in on itself. He would talk to Queenie, and was learning to be his own person after a lifetime in his mother's shadow.

One evening, Credence came home wearing what appeared to be Scamander's grey and yellow scarf. Percival didn't comment initially, aiming not to be jealous. Scamander was a good man. But Credence's gaze kept darting at him.
"Are you alright?" he eventually asked, no longer able to stand the tension that was between the two of them.

Credence nodded, and flashed a smile.
"I'm alright. Just... got something to show you." He reached to undo the scarf, and for a moment Percival imagined seeing his throat free of the leather that imprisoned it, and the scars that had been cruelly dug into his skin.

What he saw instead was that Credence's collar seemed smaller, lighter. It was a navy blue, and across the surface twisted silver embroidered vines, which fluttered and swayed as he breathed. Percival walked forwards, resting a hand on the collar, and Credence shrugged slightly.

"Queenie helped me with it. It's not... it's not coming off. But this... this reminds me of you."
Percival was helpless but to kiss him back, one hand resting on Credence's hip as the other stroked across the dark leather.

***

The ceremony itself was small, and quiet, away from the gaze of the media. Credence was wearing a smart suit, navy fabric and a silver waistcoat embroidered with blue vines. Percival wore his own suit and his favorite coat, a silver scarf across his shoulders.

Seraphina was still recovering, but she stood for the ceremony, wearing golden robes which had been charmed to help stand. The baker had done the catering, helped by Queenie, and Tina was the one to walk Credence up the aisle, relying on him and a cane to help her walk.

Percival was glad that it was private and peaceful. It was so different from what had happened before. Their form was signed, and information would be given by Seraphina to the press in a week's time. That gave Percival a chance to get far away before it happened. There would be people who recognised them anywhere, but stepping away from the glare of the media would be a welcome relief.

Credence held onto his hand throughout, his thumb tapping nervous circles on the back of Percival's palm. Percival held on.

After the ceremony, Credence glanced up at Percival.
"What now?"
"There's nowhere people won't recognise us," Percival cautioned, allowing a moment for that statement to sink in before he continued, "so we're going to go somewhere new. Somewhere where we don't need to worry about people. And Queenie tells me that you have never left the city? That needs to change."
"I'm not sure if Grindelwald might have taken me abroad for a meeting," Credence admitted. "But otherwise, no, I have always been here."
"Well luckily I have a plan to change that," Percival explained with a gentle smile. "Newt is going to let us accompany him on his travels for the next few weeks."

Credence smiled, before frowning a little as Percival's words sunk into his mind.
"Few... weeks? But your work-"
"I've decided I no longer fulfil the requirements of a director. I will be the deputy director when I return, but it has been decided that first a few weeks of absence are needed. To give my team a chance to work out their new roles, and me a chance to rediscover who I am, with my husband at my side."

Credence smiled up at him, and then leaned in closer, kissing him almost chastely. Percival kissed back.
"Our guests are waiting," he pointed to the food, and Credence nodded, tucking himself under Percival's arm for security.

OP - :D Still love it, the ending was so sweet!

"They're smart Newt," Theseus said after a moment. "How do you want us to prove it?"
"I think we should give them what they want," Newt explained, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at both of them. "Right now, the main thing they want is to capture me."

"No." Theseus and Percival spoke in almost exact synchronicity, aiming identical glares at Newt. Newt seemed unphased by their anger, flashing a bright smile at them.
"What do you suggest then?"
"Anything other than handing you over to people who want you dead," Theseus snapped.

Newt swallowed, letting Pickett walk along the length of his arm.
"But they don't want me dead. If I die, they lose any power they might otherwise have held over you. They don't like me very much. But they want me to live."

Percival frowned, a dozen arguments against Newt's plan occurring in his mind. Theseus looked almost incandescent with rage. But Newt seemed calm.
"We all know they need me to be alive if they want any say over my brother. If we want to find out what they're doing, I need to go among them. We could... I don't know. Some kind of recording spell on a handkerchief. That would mean we could record the evidence we need to expose them to the world."
"And if they decide they want to torture you Newt?" Theseus asked, and as he spoke he ran his fingers absently across the curse scars which lined his arms.

"I've been tortured before," Newt said very calmly. "By Grindelwald mostly, but a few others. I know it isn't exactly enjoyable. But given the potential dangers to anyone else, and the importance of the case, I'm willing to risk it."

Theseus stared at him, his mouth open slightly in horror. Percival shook his head.
"This is... this is too much. I am not handing you over to be defenceless." There was silence for a few moments, each of them lost in their own argument.
"What about Miss Tina?" Newt swallowed. "I mean, you said she's a bouncer, but I think... I mean, she seems like an auror. I promise I'd take good care of your girlfriend-"

Theseus laughed out loud, making Newt pause and turn towards him.

"Perce, tell me you don't have a girlfriend. You have never been interested in girls. Didn't seem to know what to do with them during the war."
"I didn't need the reminder of that instruction manual," Percival muttered, before turning his attention towards Newt. "Tina is an auror. But she isn't my girlfriend. I just wanted someone to help, and hoped to put you at your ease after... after that first conversation. I would be willing for her to spend some time on a mission with you, but we would need to check it with Fontaine and Picquery. If they approve, and only then, we can use you as bait."

Newt seemed to recognise that was the best he could hope to get, and nodded his acceptance. Percival said nothing more of the matter, and Theseus regaled them all with tales from the aurors' office. It was only when Newt began to yawn that Percival realised it had drifted past midnight.
"Newt, you should rest. I'll sort out a bed for your brother, and in the morning we'll take our case in to MACUSA."

Newt walked away, leaving Theseus and Percival facing each other.
"What did you mean about when you met?" Theseus's voice sounded dangerous. It was little more than a whisper, but there was still a threat there.

"He broke in because he knew this house was magic. And he offered himself to me to keep quiet and not tell MACUSA that he was here."
Theseus repeated the phrase 'offered himself' under his breath, as though he couldn't quite understand what it was that he had been hearing. After a few moments he seemed to realise, and looked up at Percival.
"You're telling me he's a whore?"
"I'm telling you that he was frightened and willing to do whatever it took to keep out of trouble," Percival said, trying to defend Newt. He knew Newt didn't really need to be defended, but it felt like the right thing to do.

"And did you?"
"Theseus, I thought you knew me better than that."
"I thought I knew the Ministry better," Theseus spat. "I know they hated me, but I never thought they'd stoop so low."
"I don't even know if it was them," Percival explained. "He said he wanted to pay. It might have been after his escape or..." Percival took a deep breath, steeling himself for his next few words. "It may have been from before the Ministry got him. I mean, there are rumours about Grindelwald's... predilections."

Theseus arched an eyebrow.
"If you think my brother got buggered by a dark wizard, you can just come out and say it."
"I think it's a possibility," Percival said, only to see Theseus's expression go through a rather remarkable cascade of emotions. Primary among them was anger and concern, but it was followed by shock, upset, and then something close to fear. He glanced over his shoulder to find Newt standing there in the pyjamas he had borrowed, holding a glass.
"I just needed some water," Newt mumbled. "Sorry to disturb you. And about the buggery..." He shrugged a little.
Theseus looked at his brother rather cynically.
"You can't just say that."
"It wasn't like that," Newt said softly. "You don't need to worry about me being some screaming victim. I knew he was using me, but I was using him to help the creatures, and it was hardly the first time. Or the last." He shrugged. "It was just a transaction."
"Newt," Theseus stared at him in shock. "You... it shouldn't be like that."
"Maybe not," Newt answered. "But compared to everything else... it doesn't bother me."

Theseus looked like he was seriously contemplating exploding in anger, so Percival stepped forwards.
"I'm sorry that happened to you Newt," he said gently. "You deserved better. But I'm glad you're alright now. You are safe and I will protect you."
"Thank you," Newt murmured, glancing up at both of them and then smiling sadly. "But I don't think that's enough to help. If we need to deal with the Ministry, I need to let them capture me."

"With Tina Goldstein as your backup," Percival agreed.
"Theece..." Newt reached out, to rest his hand on his brother's arm. "I am... I am so grateful for everything that you have done for me. But I am willing to do this for you. Let me help."

Theseus looked for a moment like he was about to refuse, before he nodded, his eyes closing for a moment.
"What can we do?" He embraced Newt, and Percival sighed.
"For now, get some sleep. In the morning I will call Miss Goldstein." He ushered both of the brothers to their bed, before apparating across to Seraphina's office.

She looked up from her desk, her eyes sparkling.
"I had been wondering when you were going to explain what it is that you have been doing." She crossed her arms. "I hear that you kidnapped a British auror." For a moment her expression was serious, before she flashed a smile at him.

"I had a home invasion," Percival began, and Seraphina waved over two glasses which filled with scotch at a touch of her wand. He took the proffered glass. "By a young man and his bowtruckle. He was trying to steal food. And asked me not to get MACUSA involved. I had Queenie check him out, and she thinks that he's rather harmless, although he previously worked with Grindelwald."
"And you kidnapped the auror?" she prompted.
"It is his older brother. My friend. He has been attempting to clean up the Ministry, and the Ministry retaliated by targeting his brother."

"What do you recommend?"
"We want proof his brother is being targeted. As they already have an extradition claim out on him, I would like someone to go with him. Ideally Auror Goldstein."
"And once the Ministry has him?"
"We get the evidence we need and get him out."

"You do realise that if this backfires, it could provoke a war?" Seraphina asked, looking at him intensely. "I don't want to lose the relationship with Britain because of you having a crush."
"I am doing what is right," Percival said firmly. "You've been telling me I need to find a purpose after everything that has happened. And this is it. I want to help him. I want this fixed."

"I can authorise auror Goldstein and a portkey," she said after a minute. "But also speak to Fontaine. And whilst the Brit is over here, I want him overseeing our auror department - if that's the excuse you used for bringing him, it better happen."
"Thank you." Percival reached out, shaking her hand. She smiled.
"It's good to have you back."

Gellert puts his plans for world domination on hold when he gets Albus pregnant. Despite their other faults, the two are besotted with their son Newt. At first, it's innocent and familial. As Newt grows, though, their attention changes. And sweet, awkward, cries-if-he-accidentally-steps-on-a-bug Newt loves his daddies more than anything.
Cue Gellert encouraging their relationship to become sexual. Albus fretting over the moral implications but ultimately indulging in his desires as much (or perhaps more) than Gellert. And Newt basking in all the love and attention (and adding to his already large menagerie by batting his lashes at his daddies and getting anything he wants).
+Prefer Newt to be underage but not very young, teenage at least.
++Light dubcon due to the nature of Newt being younger and their son but not noncon.

Alpha!Grindelwald is arranged to marry Omega!Newt. The arrangement happens when Newt is quite young and before Gellert came to power as an internationally renowned dark wizard and it's impossible to break, perhaps similar to an Unbreakable Vow.
When Newt has his first heat (14/15), he bonds and mates with Gellert.

I just want to see sweet and innocent, blushing Newt with his budding evil mate.

Bonus for Grindelwald being rather indulgent with his mate and his beasts. Perhaps even promising that once Grindelwald is in charge magical creatures will be given every protection. And while Newt isn't down for lording over muggles, it is "for the greater good" of his beasts.

At the International Confederation of Wizards, Picquery threw around a bit of shade about other nations letting Grindelwald slip through their fingers. Meanwhile, Grindelwald was her right-hand man and did, in fact, expose the wizarding world to muggles. All while MACUSA were entirely useless.
So, basically, I'd like to see MACUSA have to answer for their negligence.
+Theseus wanting to throw the book at all of MACUSA and blaming Picquery entirely for giving GrindelGraves the power to execute Newt without a proper trial or representation when he wasn't an American citizen.
+Newt testifying and eventually admitting it is worrying that not a single person noticed anything wrong with Graves when it took Newt about two minutes into the only conversation they had to realize something was up.
+Despite the MoM's disdain for Newt they assumed MACUSA would investigate his actions and then hand him over to them. They never once believed MACUSA would attempt to execute one of their citizens just like that. They might not like Newt all too much but he's theirs dammit.

Graves and Newt are in a relationship, Newt's book has made him famous. He is now a consultant for MACUSA and they are in England at the ministry for a consult or some kind of big meeting or convention. Leta Lestrange and/or her family see Newt and try to put him down somehow and everyone from the MACUSA delegation thinks they are crazy. Newt is a published consultant, dangerous creature loving bamf in love with their own incredibly famous and dangerous Director and who are these people trying to throw shade. Graves spots this going down and comes to put the smackdown on anyone trying to mess with his Newt.

Bonus: Newt getting to show off his skills and people being shocked while the MACUSA delegation nods sagely and Theseus is like "What have I been telling you people?"

Percival lay staring up at the ceiling, hearing the others breathing beside him. It wasn't easy, to listen to those breaths. But he understood that this was his life now. It felt unnatural to sleep in a bed beside someone. During the war, Theseus and Percival hadn't had a room, and had made do with whatever they could find. Jauncey had made it clear that if Percival was in a bed, he had better be there to be useful.

Newt and his brother were cuddled up together, and both were smiling. As Percival lay with his eyes closed, he heard something move towards him. He looked down to see a shape slithering across the sheets, and reached down to bump his hand on familiar scales. The occamy grew, draped across his legs, the weight soothing; it grounded him. He tickled her softly, wondering how she had got out of the case. Her forked tongue brushed his palm, and he began to drift off to sleep.

He could hear the breathing even in his sleep, but as he rested, the two heartbeats faded into one, and he felt Jauncey's hand run up his side, pressing him down into the mattress His back burned from curses he remembered only too well.
"Did you manage to forget what I asked you to do my darling?" Jauncey whispered into his ear, and Percival cringed away.
"No, sir," he murmured. "I just..."
The excuses died on his lips. He knew what he had done wrong. He had been working hard, cleaning the house and making sure that there was food ready for Jauncey's return, but it wasn't good enough. His husband was a busy man, running international operations to prevent the spread of dark magic as the Chief of Magical Intelligence. He deserved the best; he deserved to come home to a meal on the table. But Percival had been tired. He'd been so tired that he had fallen asleep in the kitchen, as he had been scrubbing the floor. That was how Jauncey had found him, face down with his eyes closed. A kick had woken him.
"So what is it going to be?" Jauncey asked. Percival gagged, nearly vomiting, his heart racing. It was always the anticipation that was worst. He sobbed softly, biting his lip in an attempt to stay quiet, knowing that he couldn't be heard to cry. Crying was weakness. Jauncey would only hurt him more if he was weak. The hand on his side edged down, and he bit his lip, waiting.

A hand gripped his shoulder, and someone shook him. He whimpered softly, cringing away from the contact even as his mind reminded him that he was meant to stay still. He was Jauncey's property; if his husband wanted something, he was there to provide it. He knew that – nevertheless, he still couldn't avoid flinching from the touch. That was the very weakness that meant he would get tortured, more often than not.

"Perce!"
A voice startled him, and he looked up to see two sets of eyes staring down at him. He whimpered again, trying to work out who they were. Neither of them looked familiar. He stayed tense for a moment.

"Perce, you are in New York. You are in MACUSA," the taller man told him, and he frowned up at him.
"Theseus?" he asked, and then glanced at the other man. "Newt?"
Theseus helped him to sit up, as Newt guided the occamy onto his lap. He blinked up at the two of them, still feeling a little disorientated by the entire situation.

"You're safe," Theseus promised. "We're here. You are safe. He's dead."
Percival nodded, ducking his head slightly. He couldn't help feeling ashamed at the fact he had asked to sleep in a bed with them, then found it overwhelming. He hated the person that Jauncey had made him, the man he was still slipping into.
"It's alright," Theseus’s voice was tender. "You want me to take first watch?"

"There's no point you not sleeping."
"I will if it'll make you feel safe," Theseus said simply. He squeezed Percival's hand, and Percival squeezed back.
"I can watch first?" Percival offered and Theseus smiled, then shook his head.
"Rest, Perce, I'll be here. And so will Newt, and your occamy. Nowhere safer in the world."
"Thank you," Percival closed his eyes, and felt Theseus resting his hand on his shoulder.

That touch was grounding, and it stopped him from slipping back into nightmares. It reassured him to have that gentle touch, same as it had in the trenches with the bombs exploding and shrapnel falling. There was nothing in it that reminded him of Jauncey. Jauncey had never showed him any tenderness. He felt the darkness of sleep surround him, but this time it didn't feel like a threat. It was like coming home.

***

"Here."
Newt sat down on the bed, holding out a plate of food. Percival reached out to take it from his hand, and noticed that there was a cup of coffee for him on his bedside table. Theseus was already sipping his own.
"I appreciate this."
"You need to eat," Newt shrugged. "You don't need to worry. We won't ever withold food from you, and anyone who did... anyone who did was a monster."

Percival ate his breakfast, then helped Newt with the morning chores in the case. It was relaxing, the two of them walking through the different habitats together. There were many creatures that needed care, but Percival was learning a little more each day.

When he climbed out of the case, he found both Seraphina and Theseus waiting, sipping what appeared to be tea.
"Tea, Seraphina?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"According to your husband, coffee is an abomination. I do hope that he hasn't inflicted such views on you."
"He's just messing with you," Percival said with a faint smile. "And tea isn't that bad."
"You've spent too much time in England, apparently," she teased, and Percival felt a little calmer as Theseus poured him a cup and handed it over to him.

"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here so that we can go and see Secretary Piers together," Seraphina answered. "You and Theseus are going to lead the discussion. But I'll be there – to prove the force of MACUSA is behind you."

Theseus sighed.
"The problem is, Percival, there's very little we can accuse him of. We both know what he has done. But that in itself..." he sighed. "We can't punish him for that. But like you said, we can tell him he will be watched."
"That's all I want," Percival agreed, and Theseus nodded.
"I'll see if I can get you that apology."

Walking to the cell, between Theseus and Seraphina, Percival felt almost safe. It was like being surrounded by the support that he needed.

Secretary Piers was sunk down in the bed, his head down. He looked up as they arrived, raising his head and crossing his arms, glaring up at them.
"On your feet," Seraphina demanded, and he stumbled up. Percival was a little surprised to see how small Piers looked. In his nightmares, Piers looked like a giant, looked powerful. Here, he was just an old man who had been trapped by his own past mistakes.

"Hello," Theseus spoke, stepping forwards. "I want to talk to you about what happened last night."
"I accused him of being a traitor," Piers snapped. "Because he isn't welcome. Everyone knows he spreads his legs for anyone who asks, but you would have thought that working as a whore for Grindelwald would have been beneath him." His words conveyed the same superiority he had always shown – that he was above everyone else just because of who he knew.

Percival raised his head and gazed straight forwards. He wasn't afraid. Piers seemed to notice that after a moment, backing away a little. Theseus smirked.
"My husband is a respected member of society, which is more than could be said of you."

Piers opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Percival smiled a little at that, even as Theseus continued.
"Your past actions show your foolishness, but your words last night show that you are still making mistakes. We can't hold you for this any longer. But after today, well..." he rested a hand on Percival's hip, the touch a little soothing. "I want you to know that MACUSA are watching you. If you make one mistake, they will not hesitate to destroy you," Theseus's words were accompanied by a brilliant smile. "And do not hesitate to wonder – you will make a mistake. And MACUSA will be waiting."

"Thank you, Auror Scamander," Seraphina stepped forwards. "The two of you have better things to do than worry with men like this. But as you said, I will keep an eye on him."
She went to unlock the cell door.

As that happened, Piers stepped forwards. He said nothing, not even looking towards Percival. Percival could feel himself trembling, but Theseus's hand was resting on his, still grounding him, still keeping him safe.

Realising that he was no long frightened of Piers was a surprise. He had Theseus and he had Newt, and Jauncey was dead. Piers wasn't, but he was no longer the looming monster from his nightmares. For the first time since the war, he felt something almost like hope within his chest when he looked at Theseus. It seemed like they could have a future, free of Jauncey’s shadow.
"Busy day today?" he asked Theseus.
"Going to work. I've got to consult with Henery about some smuggling that's been happening. Newt's going to help."
"And me?"
"Whatever you want," Theseus shrugged. "Go and do whatever you'd like. I think Seraphina would like to see you."

AU where people form bonds with those they are close to, family, friends, mates (the closest bonds). The only way to break these bonds are if one person dies, or if something stresses the bond to the breaking point (you catch your partner cheating on you, etc). These bonds allow you to feel generally how the other person is, the closer the bond, the more you get. Losing a bond is extremely painful and you need to lean on your other bonds to recover.

Grindelwald captures Graves to steal his identity but anyone he has a bond with will know immediately. So he digs up a dark, forbidden spell that allows him to transfer Graves' bonds to himself leaving him with every one of his bonds broken.

Bonuses:
-Grindelwald really enjoys hurting Graves. In any way.
-After being rescued, he pulls away from everyone to avoid any new bonds that could be broken and just hurt more.
-Theseus/Graves or Newt/Graves post rescue, helping him heal from that trauma.
-Graves former bonded friends/family feeling violated by what Grindelwald did. Do those stolen bonds break as soon as he is revealed? Do they seek out Graves to try to form a new bond and does he allow it?

Hm. I could do something that mostly fills this, but there are two things I would want to change:

First, I *would* like for there to be some sexual tension between Grindelwald and Graves, as part of the bond. Still, neither of them would be happy about it, and they would have a mutual understanding that they won't ever be acting on it, both because of their different world views and because Graves can't consent in his current position.

Second, I would like a slightly darker Dumbledore, to really give Graves something to feel jealous about; a Dumbledore who is falling back into old habits, and even if he's not quite there yet, might well one day give in and choose to stand at Grindelwald's side, not because Grindelwald is forcing him but because deep down, it's what they both want.

Would that be alright?

Op-I'm fine with a darker Dumbledore, but not really with Graves and Grindelwald having any overtly sexual feelings for each other. I'm okay with an unhealthy closeness/obsession, but nothing secual.

Dougal is a caretaker. When he meets Graves he sees a wounded soul and wants to make it better. He won't leave the man's side no matter how much Graves claims to be ok.

Give me adorable creature fluff and a Graves finally letting down his defenses.

I can probably work with that. I'll see what I can do. :)

I don't know what I'm doing, wheee! I might write more or this might be it.

***

“I usually don’t—“ Scamander was interrupted as the vornskr’s tail swept his feet out from beneath him, depositing him ungracefully onto the muddy, uneven ground. He yelped.

Graves took advantage of the lull to fire two blasts at the vornskr. Three smaller beasts were unconscious nearby, but this one was apparently the alpha, and mildly resistant to stunning. Combined with the fact that Graves’ blaster was low on power, the blasts prompted nothing but a stagger, a snarl, and the shifting of animal attention from Scamander to Graves.

Graves paused a moment, cursing his luck, and the beast charged.

In the scrambling confusion, Graves heard the distinctive snap-hiss of a Jedi’s lightsaber. Then he had no more time to think; the vornskr was on him, jaw clamping around his right forearm in place of his throat. His flightsuit had enough armoring to keep the teeth at bay, but the pressure was intense and he heard himself bellowing, all thoughts of strategy flying from his mind. Instinctively, he clawed at the beast’s face, its eyes and then it’s mouth, trying to distract it, startle it, pry it off.

Instead, it lifted him off the ground and shook him briskly, slamming him repeatedly into a nearby tree trunk. Winded and in pain, Graves’ attack subsided, body limp. His head was full of listless floating, the edges of unconsciousness. He almost welcomed it. The creature planted a clawed foot on his sternum and leaned in close, his arm still tight in its maw, and growled in pure menace.

A beat later, Scamander was there, straddling the massive creature’s back. From his up-close perspective, Graves saw the moment Scamander wrapped the remains of his Jedi cloak over its face, blindfolding it.

With one last, bone-jarring shake, the vise around his arm released, the vornskr preferring to attack the nuisance on its back instead of a captive fighter pilot. Swearing, Graves rolled away from the monster, cradling his injured arm to his chest and crawling towards his blaster. With it in his hand, he turned back to Scamander, prepared to see him locked in a desperate struggle with the animal—

Instead, he found them in a stand-off. Scamander saw the blaster aimed at the vornskr and made a cut it out gesture. Graves scowled – what the hell his wrong with you? – and Scamander gestured again, a sharp, unequivocal no.

In deference to his obvious insanity, Graves lowered the blaster, but didn’t holster it. The vornskr staggered and howled, a strangely mournful sound. Graves realized that Scamander hadn’t just blinded it; he’d also tied his cloak around the beast’s head, blocking its ears.

“I was saying,” Scamander said suddenly, voice low and quiet but startlingly loud in the Ithorian forest, “that I usually don’t have this much trouble with animals. This fellow is—“ He paused, mouth twisting wryly. “A rare case.”

Somehow, blinding and deafening the animal seemed to have neutralized its combat instincts. It used its sense of smell to locate its packmates and subject them to a thorough sniffing; then it turned its face from Scamander, towards Graves, and then back again. It’s mouth was half-open, drool spilling between needle-sharp teeth, as it inhaled deeply.

Reminded, Graves inspected his arm. A few tears and cuts, but the majority of the pain was from something deeper. He grimaced, picturing broken bones, a stay in a bacta tank or – worse – time spent grounded. How was he going to fly his fighter with a broken arm?

“They use the Force to hunt,” Scamander continued to explain, still low and soothing. The vornskr rumbled, and it occurred to Graves that Scamander wasn’t really talking to him. Apparently, the animal wasn’t completely deafened. “Or at least they used to, far in their evolutionary past. On their home planet, their prey have adapted to block the Force – creating a sort of bubble around themselves. So they rely on their other senses, like most animals.”

As he spoke, Scamander stood carefully. His lightsaber was still glowing in his hand. He must have used it to cut his cloak, Graves surmised, and to create a blindfold. It would have been smarter if he’d used it to kill the creature. No wonder General Solo always said Jedi were more trouble than they were worth.

“There’s nothing to block the Force here, is there?” Graves asked, suddenly concerned. He’d been relieved, at least initially, when a Jedi stumbled over the camp of Imperial mercenaries who’d taken him prisoner. If Scamander couldn’t use the Force, however, he was going to end up being even more of a liability than he already was.

The vornskr turned towards his voice, and then huffed. It was a strangely … non-hostile sound. Almost amused. Graves tightened his grip on his dying blaster warily.

“No, no,” Scamander said soothingly. He took a step closer to the vornskr – Graves inhaled sharply – and then crouched, spreading his hands. “Not at all. That’s the problem, of course.”

The animal sniffed and moaned, low in its throat, and then nuzzled it’s fallen packmate. Only unconscious, Graves recalled, but it made something in his gut twinge nonetheless, reminding him of his pilots stranded somewhere in this dark forest.

“You’ll have to explain,” Graves prompted nervously.

Scamander shifted to crouch a bit more comfortable, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “You see,” he said, in that same nervous, professorial tone, “being cut off from the Force – when you’re Force-sensitive, at least – is like losing a sense. Sight, or hearing. Your other senses sharpen. And then when the Force returns….” He gestured, grimacing.

Graves narrowed his eyes, thinking of how the light from Scamander’s blade had sent him recoiling, when the man removed his blindfold. “More intense?” he hazarded. Scamander looked blank, so he sighed and clarified. “It’s more intense. Overwhelming.”

“Yes. Precisely. It becomes just this … deafening roar of sensation and noise. Quite frightening. And that’s only after a – a brief exposure to a ysalamiri field. This fellow….” Scamander shuffled a step closer to the vornskr, and then another. To Graves’ astonishment, the animal – taller than Scamander in his prone state, and probably weighing three times as much – bowed its head. “This fellow grew up with that silence, and then was brought here, to hunt for Jedi artifacts. The chaos in his head made it hard to break through. So I needed to….”

Scamander’s voice trailed off as he reached out one, trembling hand, touching the vornskr’s snout. Graves lowered his blaster the rest of the way, watching in captivated silence.

Eventually, finally, Scamander stood. Graves flinched as he removed the blindfold, but the vornskr just blinked, it’s deadly tail wagging. Wagging. What the hell.

Graves shook his head, catching Scamander’s attention. “You needed to dim its senses to communicate with it.” He sighed, holstering his blaster at last. “It’s not going to attack us? It’s calm?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’ve promised to help him get back home.” Scamander straightened and brushed forest detritus off his knees. Given that the rest of his Jedi uniform – tunic, vest, and loose pants – were torn and muddied, it accomplished very little. “He’ll help us, I believe, although it might be safer for him to stay in the camp and hide instead.” Scamander put his hands on his hips, looking over the scene of their brief, pitched battle, and then to Graves. “You know, I never did find out why you were here. Or how you came to be captured.”

Graves snorted, flashing back to the ambushed patrol, Queenie’s X-wing shot down, Tina following her wingmate and sister despite his orders to retreat. He’d been so busy arguing with her, he’d failed to notice the Ugly on his tail until a lucky blast got past his shields and hit his forward stabilizer. And then that had been it for him.

“It’s a long story,” he finally said. He took a few careful steps in the shadowy darkness, trying to find his footing; was it his imagination, or were things spinning? His suspicions were confirmed when the Jedi caught him, bright eyes capturing his gaze and holding it.

Graves blinked, dazed. “I’ve … never met a Jedi before,” he admitted. His tongue felt thick, unaccustomed to honesty.

“Most people haven’t,” Scamander said absently, unperturbed. A strange sensation, like gentle rain at dawn, washed over him, and the throbbing in his arm abated, his head felt clearer. He blinked, glancing down at Scamander’s hand on his bicep, and then back into his clever, pointed face.

Scamander released him and took a step back. “We’re just like everyone else,” he said nervously, twitching an insincere smile. “I assure you.”

Graves glanced at the vornskr, who regarded him with something like commiseration, and then down at his arm, still an injured mess but considerably less painful. And then, finally, at the lightsaber which Scamander had refused to wield as a weapon, but still carried in his hand.

With a twitch of his thumb, the Jedi extinguished the blade.

“Right,” Graves said sardonically. “Sure. Just like everyone else.” He sighed, shook his head one last time, and started an inspection of the camp. “Come along, Jedi Scamander. Let’s see if we can’t find a way out of this mess.”

Grindelwald smirked as he pushed open the door to the cell, to find that his prisoners were cuddled up together. Percival moved forwards, trying to place himself between Newt and Grindelwald, but Grindewald moved him away with a flick of his hand, then arranged the two of them so that they were both kneeling smartly before him. He took a moment to relish in victory.

That moment was ruined by Percival spitting at him, eyes ablaze.
"Where is my son?" he snarled, pride shredded. He was little more than a feral animal now - the pride of MACUSA broken from Grindelwald's torture and the knowledge that his long lost lover had betrayed him.

"Our boy is quite safe." Grindelwald informed them, making sure that Percival's cuffs were secure. He slipped the key to them into his pocket. "He is going to learn what he truly is under my tutelage, and I shall make sure to compensate for his absent fathers. He was abused. Beaten. He holds his hands out for me so that I can heal him. He trusts me, and with him we can do great things."

"Leave him alone." Percival's voice was breaking now, like his spirit. He had been through a lot, and Grindelwald relished this one final blow to his soul.
"I will treat him well enough, assuming that my other guests don't cause any problems. If either of you do, he will suffer for it." He walked from the basement, lifting the charm as he exited, planning to prepare a meal. If he was to harness the host of an obscurus, he would have to ensure the boy had energy. Letting your weapons starve to death was never a good plan.

***

Percival Graves, Newt's husband in love if not in law, was laughing when Grindelwald left the two of them. His laugh was a terrible broken thing, but it was accompanied by an embrace that left Newt gasping for air.

"What is it?" he asked.
"He has our son," Percival murmured. "He said 'my other guests'. He's got our boy here. In this house, I'm sure of it. I always kept a guest bedroom, in case one day you came back. He's probably given that to our boy."

Newt looked up at him and nodded, than leaned in to kiss him with as much tenderness as he could, trying to help him focus.
"If he's here, then we have to get to him."

"How?" Newt asked as he looked up at Percival in confusion. "We are trapped."
"I don't know," Percival said softly. "But I've lost more than ten years of my son's life. I'm not going to let myself miss any more."

Newt kissed him tenderly, testing the restraints around Percival's wrists. If he could get him free, he had to hope - but to be honest, it wasn't going to happen. They both knew that Grindelwald wasn't a total fool. If he wanted to imprison someone, then he would manage to, no matter how hard they tried to get out.

Percival stared at the chains around his wrist, disgust across his expression. He was trapped, totally.
"That bastard." Percival cursed, and Newt nodded.

"It'll be alright. Our son... if he takes after you, he's going to be alright," Newt attempted to reassure him. After a moment, Percival smiled at him fondly.
"If he takes after you, he'll find a way to get out of there."

Newt nodded, resting his head on Percival's chest.
"So now?"
"We wait," Percival murmured. "We wait, and we know that we won't give up. What has been happening in MACUSA?"

Newt explained to him what had happened and Percival was more relieved than anything, to find out that not everything had fallen apart yet. Whatever Grindelwald was doing it was clear he had been waiting for their son. Newt blinked slightly.
"He said he was abused, didn't he?"
"He did." Pain passed across Percival's face at those two words, at the thought of their son suffering without them there. But Newt looked truly troubled, squirming where he sat, a frown resting on his face.

"He's an obscurial," Newt murmured. "Our little boy... for Grindelwald to be looking for him... he must be planning to use him as a weapon. He's..."
"There's not been an obscurial for centuries-"
"I tried to save a young girl in Sudan three months ago," Newt said quietly, shaking his head. Percival pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"You think our child is?"
"I can't see why else Grindelwald would be looking for him."

"Then he needs us soon," Percival said firmly. Newt nodded, and kissed his cheek.
"I think I can save him. I couldn't save her. But I had to try, and I think I've learned..."
Percival squeezed his hand gently, the two of them gazing at each other. Percival frowned slightly as something green appeared at Newt's shoulder.
"What-"
"Pickett. This is my friend, he's a bowtruckle. Pickett, this is Percival, my... my lover."

Pickett waved a leafy hand and Percival. Percival paused then waved back.
"You're an odd one Newt. It's good to know I didn't just imagine that."
Newt giggled a little and looked up at him.

"i believe in our son," Percival promised, and Newt smiled a little.
"I need to see him."

Percival nodded and squeezed his hand.
"We will."

***

Credence settled down on his bed, staring around at his room. The sheets were soft, and he glanced at his bible, before deciding he could rest for a little while. He stroked his hands over Button's fur.
"You can sleep under my bed, or under the desk?" he suggested. "And I'll find you so many shiny things." He glanced around the room, hoping that he could find something that would draw Button's attention.

There was a glasses case on the desk. He opened it, and found some silver-edged spectacles inside. He didn't want to steal from his Pa, but at the same time he knew that Button needed nice things. He picked up the glasses and popped them on the floor, noticing the brass bedknobs and drawer handles. Those also shined - but he didn't think he could easily remove them.

Button squeaked up at him and settled down beside the glasses. Credence smiled, and then stood as he heard the door unlock. Mister Graves stuck his head around the door.
"Food is ready."
"Thank you." Credence said softly, ducking his head as he walked out, relieved that Button was hidden behind the door. He wasn't sure if he was allowed a pet. He would ask, but he was scared that Mister Graves might say no. He didn't want to disobey, but Button was his closest companion. He couldn't lose him.

He walked out nervously. He glanced from side to side, not wanting to do anything wrong. If he was going to stay with Mister Graves, he needed to not do anything wrong.

The food smelled nice. It was a tomato soup, richer and fuller than what Ma had used to feed him. Everything about being with Mister Graves was so much better than what had come before.

"I need to talk to you about something my boy," Mister Graves demanded, and Credence looked up.
"Yes Mister Graves?"
"I need to know if you have done anything that you shouldn't have done." Mister Graves said. Credence swallowed, knowing that he had done lots of bad things. He shrugged his shoulders a little, cringing in on himself.
"I have done a lot of bad things," Credence admitted. "Ma always said I was... I was born to be a sinner."

"There's one thing in particular I am wondering about," Mister Graves said to him firmly. "Because I know some people get upset, and I need to know how you act when you get angry."

Credence flinched as though he had been beaten, thinking of the anger that swarmed through him when things went wrong. He remembered darkness swallowing him up and then erupting from him.
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you Credence? You are a very special boy, aren't you?"

"The smoke?" Credence whispered. "I don't mean to - I know it's bad magic Mister Graves, I don't want to, I'm so sorry."
"It's quite alright, my special boy. But I want to see it."
Credence closed his eyes and tried to call up the smoke. The smoke normally was something he dreaded, and when that happened he couldn't fight it. But he had never tried to have the smoke happen, and it wasn't happening now.

"I can't sir." Credence admitted, ashamed.
"Then eat your soup, and go back to your room," Mister Graves said firmly. "I can't help you until you can show me that. I must see it."
"I'm sorry Mister Graves."
"You don't need to apologise. You just need to do better."
"Yes Mister Graves." Credence finished his soup, and went to wash up his bowl. He cleaned the other pots and pans carefully, then headed back to his room. He pushed the door open, and then it closed behind him.

He jumped at the sound of the lock clicking behind him. Even though Mister Graves was still downstairs, he was trapped in his room.

He looked away, and frowned slightly at what he saw. Button wasn't there, and now fear twisted inside him.

Azkaban? Non-magic AU? Not really sure. But give me young troubled Credence ending up in a cell with a traumatised and potentially violent Graves, and dealing with the attentions of Grindelwald
Bonus if anyone can find a reason to include Newt

Thank you!

I'm not opposed to hugs and cuddles, as I don't see those as necessarily sexual.

i just wanna have some eating disordered newt. preferably if it's gen but i don't mind any pairing, just people realising newt's not really naturally thin and that he might have a problem. it would be amazing if it explained how the disordered eating started and if newt struggles with it not because he feels unattractive, rather than because it is a defense mechanism to cope with other things. just newt having a hard time, maybe he had already gotten better but old habits die hard, don't they?

This could be very interesting.

Daddy!Graves takes care of his boys - feel free to throw in however many other kinks you feel like!

Would love it if, contrary to usual tropes, Newt is the randy, kinky bugger who's up for anything and Theseus is the shy one in bed who blushes to the roots of his hair when there's dirty talk.

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Graves/Newt or Graves/Credence- consent play, past noncon

Credence/Graves - top!Credence, felching

Credence/Graves- unknowing incest, daddy kink

Graves, Grindelwald- Platonic Soulmates, h/c, angst, protection

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Grindelwald/Newt/Dumbledore. Newt is their son, incest.

Newt/Grindelwald. Mates in ABO verse

MACUSA's repercussions for the Grindelgraves situation

Newt/Graves- Bamf!Newt, Protective/Possessive Percival Graves

Fill: Who Pays The Piper (18/?)

Graves Whump, Trauma, Angst, Bonding AU

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Dougal and Graves, comfort and fluff

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Lost and Found, SW (New Republic Era) AU, pre-Graves/Newt

The Heart Grows Fonder (9/?)

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Re: Graves, Grindelwald- Platonic Soulmates, h/c, angst, protection

newt+eating disorder

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Graves/Newt/Theseus - Daddy!kink