fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

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Trigger warnings: Discussions of physical abuse, mild classist Grindy, HEAVY dub/non-con & abuse of medical authority

Gellert sighs under his breath as he checks the time on his watch: only 4:00; he still has two more hours on the job. It's a Monday afternoon, though, and those are never too busy at the clinic. With a bit of luck, he can make it through the next thirty minutes without a patient.

Just after the thought passes through his head, the office PA crackles to life. "Dr. Grindelwald to Exam Room 3, please. Grindelwald to Room 3." (As usual, the dry-voiced nurse on the intercom mispronounces his name. Fucking Americans.)

Just his verdammt luck. Gellert curses under his breath and pushes himself to his feet, mourning every step that takes him further from the tranquility of the staff room.

As he makes his way to the exam room, Nurse Goldstein walks huffily past him in the opposite direction, smacking a medical file into his hands as she goes. His new patient's, Gellert assumes, although she doesn't exactly stick around to give him any details. She's probably still giving him the silent treatment over their argument last week (although honestly, Gellert feels completely justified in calling Tina a stubborn, dried up bitch. It's not as if he'd said anything that wasn't true, after all).

Gellert glances through the file before opening the room's door. It's quite thin - this is the person's first trip to the clinic, apparently - and topped by what is quite obviously a fake name. Credence, really?

Gellert wipes a hand over his brow, prepares himself for yet another annoying encounter with one of East Brooklyn's lice-infested homeless, and opens the exam room door.

The boy inside starts horribly when the door opens, turning his embarrassed face downwards when Gellert raises an eyebrow at him.

He's perturbingly gaunt, with clothes that don't fit him and an absolutely awful haircut, still much cleaner than the clinic's regular clientele. There's something about the boy - his slouched posture, pallid complexion, and dark, startled eyes - that could be quite pretty, given better circumstances.

"Credence?" Gellert asks as he seats himself, doing his best to keep his voice as pleasant as possible. He doesn't really give a fuck whether he makes a good impression, truth be told, but he's found that gutter trash are much less of a hassle to treat when they're at their ease.

The boy doesn't look up, but his chin jerks once in an approximation of a nod.

Gellert does his best to stifle another sigh. Another abused teenager, how insipid. Still, he keeps his voice quiet, soothing.

"My name is Dr. Grindelwald. Now, what's brought you in today?"

author!anon note - my personal grindelwald facecast is mads mikkelsen, but whoever floats yr boat, dude... older!jamie campbell bower, colin farrel, even he who is despised by fandom

I love this already. Dr Grindy is such a jerk and it's perfect. (Why do I suspect he's been sexually harassing a theoretical Dr. Graves too?)

I'm already hooked. I like your style of writing.

Please author reassure me this is not abandoned. I'll wait ALL the time you'll need to write it.

It was a good start.

fret not! i had a midterm on monday so i've been a bit preoccupied, but expect pt. 2 up soon :)

Prompt Post #2

Fill: Trust Me, Trust Me (I'm A Doctor) [1/?]

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author!anon, back at it again