fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Percival started to wake slowly, only to realise that there was another person present in the room. He opened his eyes, hand reaching for the wand he kept under his pillow, then froze when he saw Credence sat there. He had fallen asleep sitting up, and was laying there uncomfortably. Percival smiled a little to himself. After all the time that they had been here together, he had finally created a bed for Credence, and it hadn’t been used.

He coughed, and Credence jumped to wakefulness, ducking his head in shame.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I was meant to guard you, I just… I must have drifted off. It was already sunrise when… I’m sorry.” He bowed his head, and it looked for all the world as though he were expecting to be hurt, as though he thought he would be punished. Percival was angry at whoever had made him expect pain for his actions – both Grindelwald and the woman who he had bought him from.

“It’s alright Credence.” Percival said softly. “The house has its own protection. Anyway, it was good to know you were here. Now, do you mind making breakfast?”
“I’d like to.” Credence said softly and headed into the kitchen. Percival watched him go with a sense of fondness. It was clear that Credence liked cooking, and Percival was happy to indulge him in that. Percival dressed quickly, heading into the parlour.

He sat down by the chair, casting a spell to lower the fire a little. He could hear Credence moving in the kitchen, and it was a soothing sound. Percival tried not to let himself think too much about how much comfort he was drawing from the other man’s presence. He moved to pick up the copy of The New York Post, which had appeared on his table as it did every morning.

As he did so, something white caught his attention, and he reached down to find a strange pellet resting on the floor. He picked it up, wondering if this was some sort of egg – it was about the same size as the top joint of his thumb, and a white waxy layer covered something darker inside.

Credence walked in with two plates of food, freezing when he saw what Percival was holding. He looked down, his ears turning a faint shade of pink.
“Credence?” Percival asked softly. “What’s this?”
“It… it’s nothing.” Credence answered a little too quickly, staring at the floor.
“Credence?” Percival prompted gently. He wasn’t sure what this was, but it was clear both that Credence knew, and that he was ashamed.

Credence placed down the food, and then walked over to Percival, ducking his head.
“It was… there was blood inside of it.”
Percival frowned, thinking through all the spells he knew which could be done with blood. Using blood was powerful magic, but Credence knew so little. He hadn’t even known that magic was real when he arrived.
“Why?” He asked, unable to make sense of Credence’s choice.
“Chastity…she’s… she was another of Ma’s children. She’s only fourteen but she might be married off soon, and she… she made it for me.”
“What did she make it for?” Percival asked, concerned at the thought of a child being married off. It was an issue for the No Maj police, but he could make sure that they would find out about what was happening. His distance from the No Majs suddenly felt wrong. If children were being hurt, he should have done something to assist them.
“So…” Credence bit his own lip, squirming where he stood. Percival felt almost guilty for pushing him for this information, but he needed to know what he was facing. “So there would be blood on the sheets.” Credence swallowed, and wrapped his arms around himself. “I am a virgin. I am, but Ma said sometimes impure people don’t bleed and I didn’t want you to throw me away I’m sorry it was wrong to lie to you and I shouldn’t have-“

Percival reached out, taking Credence’s hands in his own. There was so much in what had been said that he didn’t know where to start.
“I believe you Credence.” He murmured, hoping that would calm him at least a little. “Not all people bleed, and men… that’s not how it works. A healer could explain it far better than I. But it’s nothing wrong if you don’t bleed. And if you ever do anything with someone, then they shouldn’t hurt you…” He spoke carefully, looking at Credence’s expression. Credence looked ashamed, but he nodded. “Thank you.”

***

“You shouldn’t have to thank me for not wanting you to bleed.” Mister Graves said softly. “It’s just humanity Credence. No one should want to hurt you. Not like that.”
Credence nodded, then glanced at the small wax capsule which he had thought could save his life.
“May I throw that away now sir?”
“Of course.” He handed it over. “And Credence, you can call me Percival.”

Credence thrilled at that, smiling at his husband.
“Thank you Percival…” Saying that name felt incredible, and he glanced over to the table. “Breakfast is ready…” He paused for a moment. “Sir.”
“Whichever you feel comfortable with.” Percival answered, a faint smile on his lips. They ate together. His husband showered Credence with thanks, and cleaned the plates using his magic.

Credence was astounded, as he always was when he saw magic.
“Let’s go and buy you some new clothes.” Percival said, and Credence nodded. He knew that he was underdressed beside his husband, that Percival might be embarrassed. He was being brought into work so that his husband could keep an eye, after yesterday’s misbehaviour. He wasn’t sure if this was meant to be a treat or a punishment. But he would never object to spending more time with his husband.

Credence glanced around as he crossed the threshold, stepping back out into the world. For the past few days, his world had been his husband. And now he could see other people, crowds of them. His heart hammered in his chest, but Percival reached for his arm, guiding him along, and Credence focused on the warmth of Percival’s hand through his thin clothes.

He didn’t recognise where they were. This part of the city was new to him, but clearly was wealthy, full of shops in which jewellery glittered in every window. He turned around the street corner at his husband’s urging, and then walked with him to a small alleyway between two fine buildings.

As they stepped further into the passageway, a large building appeared before them, fading in from nothingness. Smart suits and elegant dresses filled the windows, and a sign above the door declared it to be “J. Grimbelhawk’s Outfitters”. Credence paused for a moment, taking in the poster plastered to the window. The figures in it were moving just as the pictures in Percival’s books did.

His husband’s hand on his arm guided him into the shop, and an elderly gentleman stood from behind the desk.
“Director Graves. I heard you are back at work. It’s good you have recovered – what is it you are looking for today? That coat does suit you sir.”
“I need clothing for my partner.” Mister Graves said, and Credence thrilled a little at that comment. The gentleman indicated for Credence to follow, so he walked forwards, his husband behind. As he was being measured, Credence tried not to panic at a strange man touching him.

Instead, he looked at the leaflets around the small measuring space. They were all moving, and it was enchanting to him to watch them, trusting his husband to monitor what was happening. He didn’t want to humiliate his husband by being underdressed, and it was good to be the centre of his attention.

Glancing at his husband, he could see concern in Percival’s eyes, but he tried to push his worries away.

Prompt Post #2

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