(TW: Mentions of child sexual abuse. AO3 link http://archiveofourown.org/works/9475223/chapters/21437411) "That... was amazing." Newt gasped, laying back on the bed and smiling at his lovers. Credence chuckled, snuggling up on his left side and pressing gentle kisses to Newt's neck. "You were incredible. I can't believe I've been missing out on that for so long." Credence mumbled, laying back on Percival's bed. Percival chuckled softly.
"I did tell you you were missing out." Theseus grinned, leaning over to snag Tina's cigarette. "This is why we've been at it like bunnies the whole trip." "We had noticed." Newt pointed out. "And Credence and I were enjoying the view." "I wanted to do it properly." Credence muttered, and Newt kissed his cheek. "We've got all the time in the world." He looked around at his lovers, and his heart felt like floating. "You wanted to do this properly, we did it properly." He smiled, gently kissing Credence's cheek. "Anyway, Percival's bed is excellent."
"I didn't build it for five." Percival chuckled, pressing a kiss to Newt's cheek. "But we all fit, so why not..." Tina paused, then reached for Theseus's shirt, pulling it on with a sense of urgency. "Guys, get dressed."
The others scrambled into clothes, Percival pulling on his pyjamas, Theseus settling for his pants. Newt waved his hand to dress both him and Credence, as a knock sounded on the door, and Queenie called out. "You better all be decent in there." "We are." Tina called out, smiling at her sister as she walked in, carrying a cake, Jacob behind her. "Here." Queenie smiled. Newt leaned in and laughed when he saw that the case was covered with icing creatures, and letters spelling out "CONGRATULATIONS!"
"It was Tina's idea." Queenie said quickly. "It was a joke." Tina defended herself. Jacob chuckled and smiled. "After two months of Newt dragging us around the globe, I think it's about time for the two of you to have sex. The thoughts alone have been distracting Queenie."
Newt turned bright pink, ducking his head and burrowing into Percival's chest as Tina moved over to make space for the others to join them. Queenie cuddled up against her fiancee as Percival drew his finger through the air, slicing the cake into seven, and got rewarded by Credence pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. "You sure you don't want to stay?" Credence asked softly.
"I told you." Percival reached to rest his hand on the curve of Credence's hip. "I love you all very much, but after spending two months with you, I need a day off. You guys can stay here tomorrow night, and I'll stay at a hotel. Just one night. Then I'll come home, and Georgia and her little boy are coming to visit."
Credence whined, nuzzling against Percival's cheek, but smiled softly. "You promise you'll come back?" "Always." Percival smirked. "Anyway, I'm leaving you with the Graves' house. This is my home. I have to come back." Credence shoved him playfully, then reached out for a slice of cake. Newt helpfully floated one towards him, eating his own slice as Jacob looked on hopefully.
"It's good." Newt reassured him. "You are good at cooking. And good with Queenie." Queenie giggled and kissed Jacob's cheek. "You are wonderful." Queenie agreed, reaching for her partner's hand.
Newt closed his eyes, laying back on the bed and grabbing the cigarette from his brother, handing it back to Tina who kissed him in return. Newt moaned softly, enjoying the taste of smoke and icing on her lips.
The pop of someone apparating into the room took them all by surprise. Newt reached for his wand. "You were meant to be at the hotel Percy." The man standing in front of them spat. He was in his late fourties, but he stood there with confidence. He was smirking, showing no sign of the others who were in the room. His focus was entirely on Percival.
"Gregory." Percival shook his head. "It... it's tomorrow." Theseus was reaching for his wand, but Gregory was faster, flicking his wand out at them as he snarled out a spell. "Check the date. Primus Nocta."
Percival swore, turning to wrap himself around Credence, pulling him into the shelter of the blankets as the room filled with a brilliant pink light.
A moment later, the colour disappeared and Newt reacted, sending a disarming spell across the room towards to disarm the man.
"Did... woah, did we get Primused?" Came a horrifically familiar voice, and Newt turned to see his brother sat on the bed. Theseus was younger and thinner than he was a few minutes ago, his hair down to his shoulders and blonder than before. The style he'd worn during his fifth year of Hogwarts, when he had spent a very memorable few weeks in America before coming home to flirt with all the other fifth years. He was grinning, twisting his wand in his hand. "Oh wow." He looked around. "Hang on, how come I'm in bed with this many hot people?" "Theseus." Newt tried to get his brother to focus, his attention wandering to the others - Queenie was the way she had looked when Newt had first met her. She blushed faintly, staring at Jacob who was in his early twenties. "You really think I'm beautiful?" "The most beautiful lady I've ever seen." Jacob said simply. "I have no idea what's happening. But you're beautiful."
"Who else is here?" Theseus asked. "And are we a thing gorgeous?" He leaned towards Tina, attempting to grab her cigarette once more. Tina, not much older than Theseus was, blew cigarette smoke on his face.
"Percival and Credence." Newt said, still a little disorientated by the entire situation. "Perce Graves?" Theseus whistled. "Oh this should be good, his hair looks ridiculous."
The stranger stood in front of them, a young man now with a bitter smirk on his lips. "No wonder he didn't tell any of you. A fallen auror, a no-maj lover, a disappointment and the Hogwarts slut. He couldn't trust a single one of you to help him. You are disgraces to wizarding kind, each and every one of you. That you would let a no-maj into your bed, when their kind is so worthless, it sickens me." Jacob got to his feet, walking over towards the new man and punched him in the face. "Leave my family alone." The stranger scrambled backwards, disorientated. He reached for his wand, and Theseus flicked his own towards him, ropes spreading out from the end of it to bind the stranger's hands.
Newt snarled, standing up and holding out his wand. As the oldest one here, he wanted to take control, to protect his family. He froze when he heard a whimper from behind him, and he turned around to see a little boy with long dark hair staring out from the quilts. The boy looked up with huge brown eyes, blinking back tears. A little boy, terrified. The spell returned you to your first night, the first time you had been intimate. The night you lost your virginity. There was a scared child, and Credence’s reluctance to have sex, his determination to do things properly, all suddenly made a horrific kind of sense.
"Credence?" He gasped in horror as Queenie let out a soft sob, burrowing against Jacob's side. "Yes?" Credence emerged from under the blankets, his hair curled to his shoulders.
The child looked around in terror, swamped by the clothes surrounding him. He crossed his arms across his chest, voice trembling a little when he spoke. "Where am I?"
Fill: Primus Nocta (1/3)
"That... was amazing." Newt gasped, laying back on the bed and smiling at his lovers. Credence chuckled, snuggling up on his left side and pressing gentle kisses to Newt's neck.
"You were incredible. I can't believe I've been missing out on that for so long." Credence mumbled, laying back on Percival's bed. Percival chuckled softly.
"I did tell you you were missing out." Theseus grinned, leaning over to snag Tina's cigarette. "This is why we've been at it like bunnies the whole trip."
"We had noticed." Newt pointed out. "And Credence and I were enjoying the view."
"I wanted to do it properly." Credence muttered, and Newt kissed his cheek.
"We've got all the time in the world." He looked around at his lovers, and his heart felt like floating. "You wanted to do this properly, we did it properly." He smiled, gently kissing Credence's cheek. "Anyway, Percival's bed is excellent."
"I didn't build it for five." Percival chuckled, pressing a kiss to Newt's cheek. "But we all fit, so why not..."
Tina paused, then reached for Theseus's shirt, pulling it on with a sense of urgency.
"Guys, get dressed."
The others scrambled into clothes, Percival pulling on his pyjamas, Theseus settling for his pants. Newt waved his hand to dress both him and Credence, as a knock sounded on the door, and Queenie called out.
"You better all be decent in there."
"We are." Tina called out, smiling at her sister as she walked in, carrying a cake, Jacob behind her.
"Here." Queenie smiled. Newt leaned in and laughed when he saw that the case was covered with icing creatures, and letters spelling out "CONGRATULATIONS!"
"It was Tina's idea." Queenie said quickly.
"It was a joke." Tina defended herself.
Jacob chuckled and smiled.
"After two months of Newt dragging us around the globe, I think it's about time for the two of you to have sex. The thoughts alone have been distracting Queenie."
Newt turned bright pink, ducking his head and burrowing into Percival's chest as Tina moved over to make space for the others to join them. Queenie cuddled up against her fiancee as Percival drew his finger through the air, slicing the cake into seven, and got rewarded by Credence pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.
"You sure you don't want to stay?" Credence asked softly.
"I told you." Percival reached to rest his hand on the curve of Credence's hip. "I love you all very much, but after spending two months with you, I need a day off. You guys can stay here tomorrow night, and I'll stay at a hotel. Just one night. Then I'll come home, and Georgia and her little boy are coming to visit."
Credence whined, nuzzling against Percival's cheek, but smiled softly.
"You promise you'll come back?"
"Always." Percival smirked. "Anyway, I'm leaving you with the Graves' house. This is my home. I have to come back."
Credence shoved him playfully, then reached out for a slice of cake. Newt helpfully floated one towards him, eating his own slice as Jacob looked on hopefully.
"It's good." Newt reassured him. "You are good at cooking. And good with Queenie."
Queenie giggled and kissed Jacob's cheek.
"You are wonderful." Queenie agreed, reaching for her partner's hand.
Newt closed his eyes, laying back on the bed and grabbing the cigarette from his brother, handing it back to Tina who kissed him in return. Newt moaned softly, enjoying the taste of smoke and icing on her lips.
The pop of someone apparating into the room took them all by surprise. Newt reached for his wand.
"You were meant to be at the hotel Percy." The man standing in front of them spat. He was in his late fourties, but he stood there with confidence. He was smirking, showing no sign of the others who were in the room. His focus was entirely on Percival.
"Gregory." Percival shook his head. "It... it's tomorrow."
Theseus was reaching for his wand, but Gregory was faster, flicking his wand out at them as he snarled out a spell.
"Check the date. Primus Nocta."
Percival swore, turning to wrap himself around Credence, pulling him into the shelter of the blankets as the room filled with a brilliant pink light.
A moment later, the colour disappeared and Newt reacted, sending a disarming spell across the room towards to disarm the man.
"Did... woah, did we get Primused?" Came a horrifically familiar voice, and Newt turned to see his brother sat on the bed. Theseus was younger and thinner than he was a few minutes ago, his hair down to his shoulders and blonder than before. The style he'd worn during his fifth year of Hogwarts, when he had spent a very memorable few weeks in America before coming home to flirt with all the other fifth years. He was grinning, twisting his wand in his hand. "Oh wow." He looked around. "Hang on, how come I'm in bed with this many hot people?"
"Theseus." Newt tried to get his brother to focus, his attention wandering to the others - Queenie was the way she had looked when Newt had first met her. She blushed faintly, staring at Jacob who was in his early twenties.
"You really think I'm beautiful?"
"The most beautiful lady I've ever seen." Jacob said simply. "I have no idea what's happening. But you're beautiful."
"Who else is here?" Theseus asked. "And are we a thing gorgeous?" He leaned towards Tina, attempting to grab her cigarette once more. Tina, not much older than Theseus was, blew cigarette smoke on his face.
"Percival and Credence." Newt said, still a little disorientated by the entire situation.
"Perce Graves?" Theseus whistled. "Oh this should be good, his hair looks ridiculous."
The stranger stood in front of them, a young man now with a bitter smirk on his lips.
"No wonder he didn't tell any of you. A fallen auror, a no-maj lover, a disappointment and the Hogwarts slut. He couldn't trust a single one of you to help him. You are disgraces to wizarding kind, each and every one of you. That you would let a no-maj into your bed, when their kind is so worthless, it sickens me."
Jacob got to his feet, walking over towards the new man and punched him in the face.
"Leave my family alone."
The stranger scrambled backwards, disorientated. He reached for his wand, and Theseus flicked his own towards him, ropes spreading out from the end of it to bind the stranger's hands.
Newt snarled, standing up and holding out his wand. As the oldest one here, he wanted to take control, to protect his family. He froze when he heard a whimper from behind him, and he turned around to see a little boy with long dark hair staring out from the quilts. The boy looked up with huge brown eyes, blinking back tears. A little boy, terrified. The spell returned you to your first night, the first time you had been intimate. The night you lost your virginity. There was a scared child, and Credence’s reluctance to have sex, his determination to do things properly, all suddenly made a horrific kind of sense.
"Credence?" He gasped in horror as Queenie let out a soft sob, burrowing against Jacob's side.
"Yes?" Credence emerged from under the blankets, his hair curled to his shoulders.
The child looked around in terror, swamped by the clothes surrounding him. He crossed his arms across his chest, voice trembling a little when he spoke.
"Where am I?"