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Prompt Post #2
ROUND 2
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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-10 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)There was a thought nagging at the back of his mind that this wasn't his alpha, that this was wrong. He remembered the hospital for a moment, and terror made his body shake until his alpha's scent and gentle touches brought him back. He rocked against him again, making soft noises, trying to beg having forgotten how to form words. The alpha held him gently but firmly, one hand holding both wrists, the other rubbing at his back and easing the tension that was there.
***
Percival shushed Newt softly.
"You are doing so well right now, you are... it's okay, it's okay..." He gently calmed him, trying to ignore how enticing Newt was at that moment, to drown out the part of his brain that screamed at him to take what the omega was offering him. This wasn't the first time he'd been around an omega in heat. Aurors were expected to be able to rescue them, not make their trauma worse. But this was his omega. Newt bore his bond, and his mind wanted to prove that Newt was his. That Grindelwald had not been able to take this from him as well.
He wouldn't do it to Newt. Percival had always been legendary at MACUSA for his self-control. This was a harder test than any training simulation though, in much the same way that having cruciatus thrown at him by Grindelwald was completely different from the fragile curses of aurors-in-training. Their curses he could shake off after a few minutes. Grindelwald’s still ached.
He had lost track of time. He had left Newt only once since he had rescued him, to fetch a cup of water. Now he was gently guiding Newt to take the occasional sip, rubbing his hands over his back and trying to stop him from panicking. He could keep him safe. That at least helped satisfy the protective instincts Newt had fired within him. He focused on the need to protect, not his other desires.
Another alpha had nearly taken his omega, and the part of his brain that was furthest from civilisation wanted to disembowel Grindelwald for that. He held back. He would follow the rule of law as he always did, even when he wanted to break it. MACUSA would have a trial, and it was not his place to decide what happened to Grindelwald. Despite his fury, attempting to use an omega to manipulate an auror wouldn't even make a top fifty list of Grindelwald's crimes.
He shushed Newt again when he got a little too wriggly, releasing his hands so that Newt could fiddle with his shirt again while he stroked his fingers through Newt's hair. He loosened the robe that was around Newt's frame so that he would be a little less warm, and stared for a moment at the perfect handprint bruised into Newt's neck.
Percival took a slow calming breath. He became an auror to help people who were vulnerable, who had no one else to turn to and no one to trust. Right now, that was the case for Newt. He definitely did not become an auror to take advantage of someone at their weakest moment. He pressed another kiss to the bonding mark, feeling the shiver that ran through Newt's body.
"I'm sorry." He murmured gently to Newt, even though he knew that Newt was too far gone with need to hear him. "I said I'd protect you..." He held Newt gently, reminding himself that the best thing to do right now was to take care of Newt and respect his wishes. Not his wishes at this moment, as he ground into Percival's lap, but the wishes he had made when he was fully conscious. Just because Percival wanted him it didn't mean he was allowed to take him.
He pulled Newt closer, then jumped as he heard a loud pop echo through the room.
***
Theseus had his wand out, staring in horror at the scene before him. For a moment he was still, overwhelmed by the anger and hatred that bubbled through him. He took a slow deep breath, trying to comprehend the scene that faced him. It was like a nightmare.
His baby brother was lost in the burn of heat, cuddling up to the man who was meant to be Theseus’s best friend. Newt was near naked, other than a thin dressing gown which was slipping from his shoulders, emblazoned with the Graves family crest. His throat was bruised, there was some kind of magical shackle on his wrist, and the mating bond on his shoulder had been made with such savagery that blood had soaked into the dressing gown. Newt’s eyes were unfocussed and he whimpered, rocking against his captor.
Theseus turned to the American with utter hatred.
“You utter bastard.” He spat. The only reason he hadn’t lashed out on instinct was that Newt was pressed against Percy, a human shield. “Let go of him.”
“It’s not-“ Percy tried to argue, but Theseus stared at him angrily.
“Let go of him, or I will make you let go.”
His little brother was still unaware of Theseus’s presence, his eyes closed as he nuzzled into the alpha that had kidnapped and assaulted him. Theseus felt heartbroken. He had promised Newt he would be safe from this, and his own failure threatened to even drown out the anger he was feeling, overwhelming him to the point where he could feel nothing else. Newt had made it clear he had never wanted this. Theseus had promised it would be safe.
Percy gently ushered Newt off of his lap, sitting on the bed in pyjamas with Newt lying on the bed beside him, whimpering and shivering and looking fragile. The brother that Theseus knew would be heartbroken to know he was so lost at this moment.
“I… I trusted you.” He snarled, punching Percy in the face, knocking him backwards onto the bed. He raised his hand again, freezing only when he heard his brother whimper, and felt a third alpha join them.
Tina was there, and she was stroking her fingers through his brother’s hair, shushing him softly. Seeing Theseus’s gaze, she raised her hands away from him, taking a step back.
“He was scared.” She murmured, and Theseus nodded. Just because he wanted to rip Percy limb from limb at that moment, it couldn’t detract from his focus needing to be Newt. That was why he had come here. He crossed to his brother, picking him up and guiding him into his chest, staring at the bond mark. Tina backed away, willing to defer, which at least calmed him a little.
“Were you trying to rip his throat out?” He spat at Percy, stroking Newt’s hair and letting Newt cuddle up against him. “You kidnap my brother and you do… you do this to him. After everything, you’re lucky I don’t-“ Hexes bubbled at the back of his mind, and he wondered what he could possibly do to the man to make him pay for hurting his brother.
“Mister Scamander?” Tina asked softly, and Theseus turned to glare at her. He didn’t need her interrupting this moment with his brother.
“Auror Goldstein.” Percy murmured. “Please go to the bedroom next door. Grindelwald… Grindelwald is there.”
“What?” Theseus snapped, his voice making Newt tense up. He shushed his brother softly, cuddling him closer.
“He has been impersonating me.” Percy answered, and Theseus snorted.
“That’s convenient for you isn’t it. You let yourself get kidnapped?” Disgust dripped from his voice. “Some auror you are.” He paused slightly at the wounded look that crossed Percy’s face, but Percy nodded.
“I know. I should have stopped him, but I couldn’t. He ambushed me. I’ve been chained in my own house for months. Would have died there if not for your brother and his bowtruckle.”
“What’s its name?” Theseus asked, wand pointing at Percy. If he was telling the truth, he would know. If he was lying, Newt wouldn’t have given up that information.
“Pickett.” Percy murmured. “Pickett picked the chains.”
“He freed you?” Theseus asked softly, and Percy nodded. Theseus frowned. If Percy had been here for months, that meant that it wasn’t he who had Newt prisoner.
“Goldstein, go and see if he’s telling the truth. I won’t kill him until you get back.” Theseus murmured, wanting to get the rival alpha away from his brother. Newt was still whimpering in confusion and fear, and Theseus looked at the mark on his throat.
“Was it you?”
“He begged …” Percy started, then realised the wand was being raised and rephrased his comment. “He asked me to. I was gentle. Grindelwald was not. I was first, but it didn’t have time to heal before Grindelwald.”
Theseus swore, looking at Newt who was alternating between cuddling against him and reaching for Percy.
“He’s here!” Tina shouted from another room, and Theseus reluctantly released Newt, watching as he threw himself at Percy and cuddled into his side, whimpering until Percy rubbed his back.
“I’m going to deal with Grindelwald. You better both still be dressed when I get back.” Theseus snarled. He didn’t like the situation, but there was a logic to it, and he couldn’t leave Tina to handle a dark wizard alone. He looked at Percy, wondering if he was making the right choice by trusting him.
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-10 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)I'm a little bit scared by that bit from Newt's POV, how Percival isn't his alpha. I read that wrong, didn't I? Was Newt just remembering a little how he never wanted to have an alpha?
Theseus was everything I could expect from pissed off older brother who thinks his best friend tricked his younger brother into forming a bond. I'm actually surprised Theseus didn't curse Percival after Newt stopped clinging to him, but I guess a punch was more satisfying. And I'm glad he let Percival explain himself.
I'm very curious about how things are going to progress from this moment. Thank you for another wonderful part of this story; I'm checking my inbox every day to see if you didn't post another part ^^
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-15 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)And as for Newt's confusion about his alpha, that will come back soon.
The punch was more satisfying, and he was going to curse him after if Percival hadn't known the name of the bowtruckle. Thank you :) Sorry for the slight delay on updating, I should be able to get some more written soon
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-16 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)