fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

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The next few spells were small affairs, highly telegraphed and easily blocked. He was being toyed with and he knew it so Graves tried to take advantage of Grindelwald’s talkative mood.

“Clarkson has a wife and a daughter, where are they?”

“Off at her sister’s. The man was an open book and I was able to figure out his routine in a week! Seriously, Percival, I do believe you’re the only one in your department with a hobby.”

Out of the corner of his eye Graves spotted Tina move to begin looking for them and cast a smokescreen spell so Grindelwald wouldn’t see her leave. Unfortunately it had the side effect of leaving them both blinded by the dark cloud of smoke and using sound alone to track each other’s movements.

“Have you any idea how long it took me to nail down your routine? To observe all those minor details that would help me avoid detection?“ Grindelwald asked as he raised the broken tiles up off the floor. “To tease out that perfect moment to strike you down?”

With one hand he shifted the smoke and turned on his heel, sending the projectiles flying behind him and straight towards Graves.

Graves wasn’t quick enough to stop them all and cried out in pain as the last piece caught his shoulder, sending him back against the shield and collapsing to the ground; his wand skidding away across the floor.

“Ah, you’ve even improved! Wonderful! You know I thought I might have truly hurt you on that fifth escape attempt when you started coughing up blood.”

Grindelwald’s gait was swift as he approached Graves and aimed his wand down at him.

“I make you the same offer I did then.”

Graves glared up at him in defiance.

“The answer is still no.”

“Very well.”

Grindelwald thrust his other arm out and wandlessly pulled Graves upright.

“Then you will die like a man.”

raves wasn’t down for the count quite yet though and with his opponent now at arm’s length he took a more direct approach and grabbed his arm with both hands. Yanking backwards and twisting his hip he grappled Grindelwald to the ground. Then he too took advantage of the now ruined floor, pushing it up further until he hit the piping underneath it. Grindelwald made to attack again, but Graves was ready as he clenched his hands and caused a small break in the pipes. Water shot out like that from a fire hose and sent Grindelwald flying back against the shield. It rippled as Graves fought to keep it up and direct his next attack. He gathered the water around Grindelwald and froze it as quick as he dared leaving the other wizard fully immobilized. Not willing to take any chances he shrunk his shield to surround him as well and the others immediately took over for him and Graves summoned back his wand.

“I think we’re putting that in the textbooks, Graves,” Picquery said, as she came over.

“Mr. Scamander may be an orthodox, but his methods proved useful last time and I thought it appropriate to improvise.”

He was breathing hard by now and it wasn’t long before holding up the shield and dueling finally got the better of him and his knees buckled.

Thankfully Queenie was also on hand by then and easily held him up.

“Sir, are you all right?”

“Never mind me we have an auror to find!”

He started to move and stopped as he felt the water slosh over his shoes and glanced over to where it was currently spilling down the stairs.

“I apologize for the floor, Madam President.”

Picquery smiled and flicked her wand. The water receded and the tiles flew back into place in short order, leaving it looking brand new.

“Easily fixed,” she answered. “Now let’s find the real Clarkson.”

Find him they did in a steamer trunk in the man’s own closet. He was splayed out on the carpet and they’d barely got the ropes and gag off him before he was screaming at them.

“Doris! Helen! He said he’d hurt them!”

Graves knelt down next to him.

“Just breathe, Clarkson. They’re all right Goldstein has them at HQ waiting for you.”

Graves took several deep breaths himself to encourage him and slowly Clarkson calmed down and his breaths became even and steady. Then he looked at Graves in confusion.

“Sir, why-after everything I’ve said…why would you do this for me?”

“Because whether you like me or not you’re still my man, Clarkson, and I will always work to protect my own.”

Prescott broke in then, kneeling down beside his partner.

“Ah, Sam, you missed it! Our boss and Grindelwald in a battle royal right there in the lobby! It was amazing you should have seen it!”

He got Clarkson up and out of the room, babbling on about the duel that now apparently involved a fifty foot fire snake.

Graves made to follow them only to stop short as a sharp pain shot through his side. Biting back a groan he leaned heavily against the doorframe.

Picquery came over and put her hand lightly on his shoulder.

“I believe nearly everyone in the department owes you an apology, Percival.”

Graves nodded, but he also knew that Prescott singing his praises to Clarkson and having them spread positive rumours instead was probably about as good as it was going to get.

“If it’s all the same to you, Madam President, I believe I would rather take you up on your offer of vacation time.”

“Granted.”

She quickly disapparated them both and in an instant Graves found himself standing in front of a very familiar set of hospital doors.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“I know, but if you at least let them keep you overnight for observation I’ll count it as sick leave for a week and you can have extra vacation time. I hope it’s somewhere warm and don’t send me any pictures of yourself in shorts.”

Graves actually smiled and laughed for the first time in a long time.

“Agreed, Seraphina, and thank you.”

The End

This was lovely. I enjoyed the whole fic, and how determined he was - and that he's been learning from Scamander's example. Great work! And no one needs pictures of Percy in shorts.

This is delightful, Seraphina is delightful, Graves is a legend (but we knew that already), and the sudden imaginary acquisition of a fifty-foot fire snake was just a brilliant touch. Bravo!

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