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Prompt Post #2
ROUND 2
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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-19 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)“Hey boy…” Newt greeted him, taking the offered apple with a murmur of thanks. He embraced Dougal, and allowed the demiguise to climb up onto his back.
“Hello honey…” A soft voice greeted him, and he looked up to find himself faced with Queenie. She was crouching down, a handful of occamy in her arms. They clicked when they saw him, and he approached them to pet their shiny scales. As he did so, she waved her wand, another ribbon wrapping around the shackle on Newt’s wrist, hiding it from view. “How are you feeling?”
“Better than I have been.” Newt answered carefully, glancing down and realising he was currently naked other than Graves’ dressing gown. He tightened the belt around it, squirming a little where he stood and flashing her a grateful smile for the ribbon. “Sorry. Thank you for… for getting my brother.”
“I’m sorry he didn’t get there earlier.” Queenie said softly, and then Newt heard footsteps approach. He spun, and Dougal jerked his shoulder, making him drop the niffler just before Tina impacted into his arms, cuddling him close.
“Newt…” She murmured, and he returned the embrace.
“I’m sorry.” Tina murmured. “We couldn’t find you. So we … we thought your brother might manage-“
“He did.” Newt answered. “He did. And you were right, the real Percival isn’t… he wasn’t like that. He’s been a gentleman really…” He squirmed and looked around, then beamed as Jacob ran forwards, an empty bucket hanging at his side.
“Just been feeding the mooncalves.” Jacob explained, flashing Newt a brilliant smile. “They are lovely little guys. Seem even happier than normal today. Think they know their mommy is home.”
Newt felt his face colouring slightly at that compliment, but he nodded.
“Thank you all for taking such remarkable care of my creatures. Knowing they were with you, that they would be safe… it made life a lot easier.”
“It was all Jacob.” Queenie said softly, and the muggle man smiled at them both. Jacob shrugged a little.
“I’d seen you look after them, and your notes were good.”
“Thank you.” Newt paused, then held out his hand to shake Jacob’s own. “I know that… it can’t have been easy.”
“Looking after them’s been fun.” Jacob answered. “I liked it. We all did…”
“Thank you.” Newt murmured. “I want … I would like some time just with my creatures, if that’s alright?”
“Of course sweetie.” Queenie said quickly, placing a hand on Tina’s shoulder. “We’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
Newt watched the others leave, and headed to the cabin, finding the packet of suppressants. Logically, he knew he had no need to take them at this moment. He had just come off of a heat. He would have time before another struck. Nonetheless he swallowed one of the tablets. It helped him to feel calmer, to know that he had his body back under his own control. Then he got to work.
The others had done a surprisingly good job of taking care of his creatures, given the limited information available and their lack of experience. But there were still small things he had to put right, and each of the creatures seemed to want to welcome him. He fed Marmite carefully, running his fingers over her glowing arms, and then spent some time trying to persuade the fwooper to sit still. He renewed the silencing spell, glad that his last one hadn’t completely worn off.
Slowly, he made his way around the entire case, taking a moment to feed each of them and praising them, letting them smell him, proving to them all that he was home. That he was back in one place, and he was safe. He closed his eyes, curling up in the middle of the mooncalf field, letting the other creatures cuddle up against him. It felt safer than he had been for a long time, here with his creatures. The bracelet was still around his wrist, but he was back where he belonged.
***
Percival smiled slightly at the others as they stepped from the case, and Tina nodded.
“He’s looking better already.” She reassured him. “It’s good to have you back sir.”
“You mentioned seeing a healer.” Theseus reminded him, and Percival shook his head.
“Tomorrow. I can’t just abandon him without even saying goodbye.”
“Alright.” Theseus conceded and Percival relaxed a little. It seemed that he was slowly managing to accept what had happened. Given how protective Theseus had always been, Percival was just grateful he hadn’t lost any vital organs.
Percival went to shower, and Auror Goldstein left to go to the MACUSA offices, to contribute what she could to Theseus’s report. Queenie and her No Maj both headed into the kitchen, muttering something about lunch. Percival wasn’t sure how he felt about what was happening. Legally, the No Maj should be obliviated, but it was clear that he meant a lot to Newt and he had played a role in his rescue.
Percival had never really questioned these laws before, but at this moment he did. It would hurt his omega, hurt Newt, to lose the No Maj. He didn’t want Newt to be hurt, so he would find an alternative.
His dressing gown wasn’t waiting where it normally was as he stepped from the shower, because it was still wrapped around Newt. He dried himself on a towel, and then summoned some of his clothing from the next room, dressing in black pants and a white shirt. He wasn’t bothering to dress up particularly well – partially because he didn’t know what Grindelwald had worn while he was here, but also because he would have to go to a healer soon. Which would require him to be checked over. Trying to hide his injuries would only make the healer’s life harder.
He stepped out of the bathroom, inhaling the smell of fresh bread. He realised how hungry he was – taking care of Newt through his heat had been exhausting for both of them. He stretched his hands out above his head, enjoying the freedom of his movement after so long being chained.
The smile on his face faltered when he saw Theseus’s expression. The British auror leaned forwards on a seat, his head held in his hands, shaking slightly. An owl was perched beside him, pecking at his hand, but Theseus was ignoring it. He looked devastated. Percival hadn’t seen him look so broken since the war.
“Theece?” Percival asked softly, approaching. “What… what’s wrong?”
Theseus held out a piece of paper, his hands trembling. Percival reluctantly reached for it, recognising the Ministry’s seal on the top. He opened it up.
Chief Auror Scamander,
We reluctantly inform you that following recent events, we have decided to rescind your guardianship over Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. It has become clear that you are incapable of providing this omega with a history of disobedience the firm handling and care that he requires.
Escort Newton Artemis Fido Scamander to the Ministry within the next week, where he can be placed into a care programme before being assigned an appropriate alpha.
Please send back confirmation of your intention to comply.
Yours sincerely,
Minister Hector Fawley (O.M. Second Class, X.J. (Sorc), S. of Mag.Q. C.W.)
“Fuck.” Percival cursed with feeling. The owl continued to hop from foot to foot, glancing up at Percival as though he would be able to provide it with the expected response. “What gives them the right?”
“They can do this.” Theseus mattered. “If they think an omega isn’t well looked after, it’s within their rights…” He sighed and shook his head. “Hector’s just angry about the impact on his name. But... how do I tell Newt? He’s terrified of going into care.” Theseus rocked slightly. “The alphas that the Ministry licence, they’re all … They’re old. And they’re traditional. Newt wouldn’t… They won’t let him travel. And they believe that suppressants are… unkind to omegas. That it stops their natural behaviour… Newt’s going to run if he hears this. And it’ll be my job to bring him back.”
Percival rested his hand on Theseus’s shoulder.
“Don’t punch me.”
“Don’t give me a reason to and I won’t…” Theseus replied, protective as always.
“What about me? We can talk to Newt. Explain it to him. But I … I’m sure that whatever they want to prove that someone is an appropriate alpha, I can do that. And we have a bond…”
Theseus looked up at him, eyes angry. He was trying to decide, trying to balance his different feelings – his fear of what others would do to Newt warring with his fear of what Percival would do to him. Eventually, he nodded.
“You can ask.”
“Thank you.” Percival said softly. “I’ll talk to him.” He started to head towards the case, but Theseus shook his head.
“He’ll come out for food. Let him just have a little time. He’s been through a lot. Let him be happy for a little while.”
Percival nodded, and went to see if he could be of any use within the kitchen.
***
Newt reluctantly emerged from the case when Queenie’s voice reached down to him, letting him know that food was ready. He smiled at her softly, feeling so much better than he had since he had first arrived in America to be snatched by Tina. He safe, his brother was here, and he had his creatures back with him.
He headed in to the dining room, sitting beside his brother, Graves and Tina opposite them. Queenie and Jacob were sat facing each other, smiling sweetly, and Newt found himself smiling at them both. It was good that at least some people could be happy together.
“Newt?” Theseus murmured softly, and his expression was serious. “We need… we need to talk about something.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Newt asked. His brother normally only looked like this when he had made some kind of mistake. Theseus smiled and shook his head. “Not you Newt. Me…”
Graves reached out towards him, then paused and moved away. Newt could feel that Graves was worried, but couldn’t understand why. A hint of anger bubbled at the back of his mind, but that wasn’t from Graves. He didn’t think about that too much, instead focussing on what Theseus was telling him.
“My guardianship was revoked.” He explained, and Newt tensed, already working out what was going to be said. He was going to be taken away from his family, from his creatures, from his life. He would be made to mate someone the ministry thought was suitable. Or worse, he would be sent back to the hospital, to be broken down and made into the perfect omega. Open and pliable in mind, body and spirit. He wouldn’t survive being put through that again.
The room seemed to be spinning, and Queenie reached out towards him, fighting tears. Newt was sure he was broadcasting his terror, but he couldn’t shut it down.
Graves walked around the table, and took Newt’s hand in his own. Newt whimpered slightly, flinching, but Graves held on.
“Newt, look at me…”
Newt looked up, trying to blink back tears.
“If you want, I can apply to be your alpha. We have a bond, and I have a respectable job. I won’t hurt you. I’ll let you continue travelling. I won’t be a guardian, officially I will be your mate, but… I won’t make you do anything you don’t want. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, but…”
Newt squeezed Graves hand, looking into his eyes. He was terrified. But even feeling that he was drowning, he could tell that Graves was trying to help him. Voice little more than a whisper, Newt answered him.
“I’ll do it.”
(And at 30,000 words, author anon finally hit the prompt!)
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-21 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)Now I'm almost 100% sure that Newt also is bonded to Grindelwald. That feeling of anger wasn't coming from him or Percival, right?
I completely forgot about what MoM could do to Newt if Theseus became "unworthy" and it hurt me to read that letter. Poor Theseus, he worked so hard to keep Newt safe, only to have it destroyed in mere days. At least Newt agreed to Percival's proposition, and I hope that MoM won't be making any problems. And Percival doesn't want to obliviate Jacob! Nice. Personally, I think real!Graves wouldn't be so fond of obliviating Jacob after events in the movie too.
It was so sweet to read about Newt's animals! Also, I liked that bit about taking suppressants. Sure, Newt didn't need them at that moment, but taking them it's a sight that he can decisions for himself again.
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-03-02 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)