fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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The ultimatum came swiftly, and it came easily. It seemed to slip out of his mother’s lips like a summer breeze, lingering in the air between them.

“This is unacceptable,” she had said weeks earlier, when his joy was new and the smile on his face still stretched the muscles there.

“You cannot be serious,” she had proclaimed just days ago, when all his hopes rested in his pocket in a ring of silver.

“You’ll have to choose,” she was saying now, “between the boy and your family.”

Pervical sat in the ornate armchair in the corner of the family library. At his fingertips was a crystal glass, embedded with the family crest and half full of firewhiskey. He took a moment to trace the swirls and corners of it, just as he had done so many thousands of times before. It was familiar, the cool glass reassuring against his skin.

“Do you really wish for me to do that?” He asked, without looking up from the glass.

“There is no other way,” his father’s voice rang out, harsh, forbidding, final.

As a child, Percival had wondered if his father’s job as a Judge had shaped his voice, or if his father’s voice had secured him his position. Now, he only wondered if his own voice would have grown so harsh if it were not for Newt. He wondered if he would have been just like his father if it were not for Newt.

Well, if it were not for Newt and several months of imprisonment at the hands of Grindelwald.

Both had been shaping moments in his life, really.

“He makes me happy,” Percival attempted, repeating an argument that he had already used so many times. In any other place, it would not be an argument. In many other families, it would be an exaltation. But he was not in another place nor another family. He was here, sitting in the Graves Library, sipping firewhiskey Geraint Graves had set to age some hundred years ago.

“Any harlot on the street could make you happy, boy,” his father boomed. “But they won’t ask for your name and respectability. The very Graves name. Down in the sewer!”

“I hear the sewers are nice this time of year,” Percival mused, one corner of his mouth rising slightly.

His father yelled out, an exclamation that was wordless, but full of frustration and anger.

As a child, Percival was more terrified of his father than anything. He had skipped his fifth year Dueling and Defense class when rumors had abounded about facing a boggart. He tried to justify it as not wanting his peers to know his greatest fear, but truly, it was just so he wouldn’t be confronted with his father’s rage in a school that had been a sanctuary for so long.

He was confronted with the rage now, and, eerily, felt nothing.

It was as though he were watching a film, one of the muggle pictures that Newt delighted in dragging him to. If he focused, he could almost feel Newt’s warm arm against his, with a small tickle in his chest pocket where Pickett would be peeking his head out.

His heart ached from how badly he wanted to see Newt in this house, to show him his childhood bedroom and the intricately carved Wampuses in the bedframe – magical beasts similar to panthers that had inspired the founders of Ilvermony. He wanted to see Newt chasing after his niffler as it ran amok in the house. He wanted to fill this home, already the home of his childhood memories, with new memories. He wanted to fill it with the pitter-patter of children’s feet barefoot on the hardwood floor and with their laughter as they played with Newt’s occamys or mooncalves or whatever other creature his future husband picked up along the way.

He wanted to fill this home, his family home, with his family.

“Enough of this nonsense!” His mother finally exclaimed, pointed chin lifted high as she reclined back in her seat. “You need to choose between the boy and your family.”

Percival sighed and reached for his drink, knocking back in one gulp. It was such good firewhiskey, such a pity…

“I choose both.”

His mother’s face contracted like all the moisture had been sucked out of it. Percival wondered idly if Newt knew of some creature that could do that. “You can’t choose both, Percival.”

“Yes, I can,” Percival countered easily, rising to his feet and buttoning his suit as he did so. “I choose both my family and Newt. Or, rather, I choose the family I will have with Newt.” His parents gaped at him as he continued. “If the question is between choosing between your family and Newt, then I choose Newt. Easily. Every time.”

His mother sat in shock while his father began to boil over.

“You’ll never be welcome back in this home! You won’t have us, or our connections, or our money!” His father’s face was turning an ugly shade of puce. Percival noted it just as he had seen Newt calmly note various characteristics of rampaging erumpets.

“But I’ll have Newt, and really, that’s all I need.” Percival gave his parents one last smile and then turned, walking out of his ancestral home forever. He strolled out of the house, and, as the gate slammed shut behind him, straightened up – a load lifted off of his shoulders.

He apparated home.

A warm body assaulted him immediately, enveloping him in a desperate hug. “How’d it go? Are you okay? What’d they say?”

He leaned back until he could see Newt’s face and then leaned in to kiss him. Newt kissed back for a moment until he came to his senses and pulled away once more.

“Well? How’d it go?”

He smiled, taking Newt’s left hand into his and stroking the ring that Newt had accepted just a day ago. It was warm, like their home, like Newt, like the eyes that were looking so concerned at him. He kissed Newt again, tasting the future and the life he had always wanted on his fiancé’s lips.

“Couldn’t have gone better.”

This is so cute. Thanks for making my day, anon. :) I needed this fic.

Very well done! Good Percy <33

This was lovely I like the details of his family and that ending! Gorgeous work

Great fill, anon. Graves and family sounded just as I picture them, and I too loved that punchline.

It's a beautiful fill. I'm delighted by the way Percival just chose Newt; as if that was the easiest thing in the world to do (and it probably was, too).
It's sad how awful Percival's family is and it's a good thing he has Newt now. To be scared that a boggart would look like his father... Poor Percival.

Thank you for this wonderful fill, A!Anon. I'm sure Percival and Newt will be happy buying their own house and making it their home.

OP

Oh my god! This is so good and well-written!! Thank you so much! It's a wonderful fill. I love that Percival chose both by choosing Newt and the future family they will have. ! <3

Prompt Post #2

FILL - Graves family disowning Percival

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