Prompt Post #2

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Fill: Primus Nocta (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

(There's a bonus chapter coming up which is why this isn't yet marked as complete)
During the night, a number of other creatures made their way over to where Newt was sat up guarding Percy. They formed a barrier between him and the world outside, keeping the little boy from harm.

He seemed to sleep peacefully, which was a relief for Newt. Whenever he did flinch, he would cuddle into Niff or Dougal would move closer, and the boy would settle. Newt watched his creatures with pride, fighting the despair that raged inside of him. It wasn't just that Percival had never mentioned it - that, Newt was more than willing to respect. It was that he had apparently agreed to meet that man, and Newt's skin crawled just thinking of what could have happened to him.

Hours passed, and the boy slept.

The case opened, and a paper creature scurried across the floor. He picked up the little mouse before the nundu mistook it for prey, and it opened up in front of him.
"We're changing back." Queenie's writing warned, and Newt reached and lifted Percy from the nest carefully. The boy whimpered in fear, before he saw Newt and smiled.
"Mister Newt?"
"Some more creatures wanted to meet you." Newt explained, and he pointed at the different animals. "These are diricrawls, and this is the fwooper, she lays the prettiest eggs ever, that's the erumpent. They all came to check that you were safe."
"Thank you." Percy mumbled to the creatures, cuddling up to Newt's side. Newt rested his hand on the boy's back, soothing him as Percy's body began to change.

"Fuck." Percival cursed, running his hand through his hair and frowning a little at Pickett’s presence there, picking up the bowtruckle and depositing it on Newt before placing Niff on the floor. Niff tried to climb back up, and stopped at Percival's glare. Newt picked up Niff and frowned.
"You remember?"
"Thank you for last night." Percival said, his voice a little formal, posture stiff. "I'm ... presuming that we won't be able to ignore what happened?"
"No." Newt agreed, cuddling Niff and then releasing him. "We won't." He headed up, looking to find the others sat on the bed, the stranger still unconscious and looking if anything more injured than he had the previous night.

Credence jumped off the bed, running to Newt and hugging him tightly.
"Is Percy going to be okay?"
"Director Graves is fine." Percival answered as he climbed from the case. "All effects of that spell have worn off. You don't need to worry."

"You absolute shit Percival." Theseus spat. "You... you should have told me! I would have-"
"You would have what?" Percival raised an eyebrow, and Theseus got up off the bed, shaking with fury. Jacob reached out and grabbed his arm, and Theseus seemed to calm a little, anger still there but soothed a little.
"I'd have fought for you."
"We were still teenagers when we met. I wanted...I wanted that to be my first time." He shrugged. "So I didn't mention it. Anyway, I was planning on joining MACUSA. It's hardly suitable behaviour for an auror, let alone the Director of Magical Security." Percival crossed his arms.

"It... you see it as bad behaviour?" Queenie gasped.
"A Graves should be able to defend himself." Percival answered, and Newt stared in horror.
"Percival. You were only about seven." Newt tried to reason with him.
"Six."
"You were six." Tina stared. "What about Buffalo? Those no maj kids we found? They were eight and you stayed involved to check they were okay and looked after."
"They were children." Percival answered.
"You were a child." Theseus spat.
"I was a Graves." Percival looked away.

"So is your nephew." Tina murmured. "Are you saying that it would be alright if that... that monster hurt him?"
"Of course not." Percival glared, then shrugged slightly. "It shouldn't have happened."

Queenie reached out for his hand, and he let her guide him onto the bed, cuddling up against her and Theseus.
"He said about a hotel." Credence mumbled, shaking a little. "He said you were going to meet him." Credence looked up into his eyes. "Did you know what he was going to do?"

"I suspected." Percival answered, and Queenie gasped.
"How many times?"
"Only about ten since... since the first time." Percival answered, and it took a moment for Newt to understand. When he did, he was nearly sick. The others looked equally horrified.

"Why?" Theseus asked. "You are in a relationship with two aurors. Your best friend is the President of MACUSA. We could get this prick into prison, even executed. You don't have to... you should never have had to-"
"It was better it was me." Percival answered. "I would suffer for one night. A real child would suffer for the rest of their life. I know what that's like. I'm an auror. I can withstand torture."
"You were a kid." Jacob argued, his common sense compelling him to speak. "You were a child. You were helpless."
"You're so brave." Newt murmured, settling onto Percival's lap and kissing his cheek. Percival's arms snuck around his waist, holding him close. Newt leaned back against him.

"Why didn't you say?" Tina asked him.
"I couldn't drag the family name through the mud. Gregory Graves is a distant cousin. And my parents would not have wanted to know how weak I was."
"They're not the only family you've got." Newt promised, and Credence joined the cuddle pile.

"This is never happening again." Theseus promised, and Percival nodded.
"I don't think it will." He agreed. "He threatened my nephew. I still have the note."
Newt leaned in and kissed him.

Tina nodded.
"Can I be the one to take him to the cells?"
"Only if I can join you." Theseus answered, and Percival leaned in to kiss them both, before they apparated away, Gregory hanging broken between them.

Queenie reached out for Percival's hand, nuzzling into his throat.
"If you ever want to talk..."
"Thank you." He smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Let's make them some breakfast." Jacob murmured, and led Queenie away.

Credence clung to Percival now that the three of them were alone.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"It wasn't your fault." Percival argued.
"It wasn't." Credence agreed. "But I'm still sorry it happened."
Newt nodded, pulling Percival into bed so they could both cuddle against him.
"You're not alone anymore."
"I know." Percival promised, pressing a kiss to Credence's forehead and Newt's lips. “I know.”