fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Credence sat at his desk, trying to concentrate on his work. He had done the rest of this while he was tired, this should have been easy. But now, this was different. This was something else. He was aware of all the witches and wizards outside the door. All respectable, users of magic, able to do things he could only dream of. He squirmed a little where he sat, fear bubbling in his chest.

The door pushed open and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Hello…” Queenie greeted him, and he glanced up to see her stood in front of the desk, holding out two cups of coffee. She put one down in front of him, and sat on Mister Graves’ desk with the other.

“How are you feeling honey?”
“Little bit nervous.” He admitted. “I just… feel like a fraud. Everyone else here is magic and I’m just… me.”
“You aren’t a fraud…” Queenie smiled. “You sit here and have your coffee, and Mister Graves will be back. I’ve got a few more drinks to fetch, but I can come to check in on you after?”
“Thank you Miss Queenie.” She answered. “If you’re sure that you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all Credence.” She promised, walking from the room. Feeling a little more confident, Credence turned his attention to the files he had been asked to sort. His husband would come back soon.

***

Percival walked down the corridor, heading towards the cells. He had his best aurors guarding the prisoner all of the time. He was being monitored, supervised closely by those that Seraphina and Percival could trust. Goldstein was nearby.

As they reached the last door before the cell block, Percival paused for a second, gathering his strength.
“You don’t need to do this sir.” Goldstein answered instantly. “We’ve got a lot of information from him already.”
“Thank you Goldstein. But I can do this. I know how he thinks, and I want to see his reaction.” Before she could argue further, he pushed open the door and walked inside.

His gaze was drawn to Grindelwald immediately. The man was sat on the bed, looking confident and self-assured. There was a smile on his lips, as though he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Hello Director.” The man stood and approached the wards blocking him in the cell. “I was wondering when you were going to come and visit me. Have you missed me so much?”

“Most of what you do makes a particular kind of sense…” Percival said. “You impersonated me for my authority, because it gave you access to the artefacts vaults. You demoted Goldstein so she wouldn’t notice that I had been replaced. But…” He paused. “Credence.”

“You have fallen in love with him already. So much so you’ll brave facing me to what, defend his honour?” Grindelwald laughed. “Are you really that desperate Percy?”
“Why did you want him?” Percival asked. He refused to rise to Grindelwald’s bait. He wasn’t expecting an answer, but he got one.
“He’s a squib.” Grindelwald leaned back, a smug expression on his face. “That woman’s been collecting them. Got a reputation for taking squib children in and finding them good families. Only the ones that aren’t placed get sold on. And she beats them. Hurts them… she’s making a nest of potential obscurials. I wanted to see if I could bring it out of him. An obscurial, a weapon, from a useless failure of magic. There’s a certain poetry to it. And you must admit, he does have the most gorgeous lips. Just made for sucking cock. Whichever of us does this, at least we are having fun.” He shrugged and smiled at him.
“Why are you telling me?” Percival frowned.
“Because his siblings are already out of the picture. At worst, I lose the prettiest one and you get to relax a little. My followers have the rest.”

Percival glanced at Goldstein, then turned and walked away, Goldstein following close behind.
“Fuck.” He muttered. “Get a team together. We need to go to the orphanage.”

***

The door to Mister Graves’ office opened again, and a man in his late thirties with a nasty scar down one side of his neck stood in the doorway. Credence was sure that he knew him from somewhere.
“So, it’s true then.” The man muttered. “He has brought his rent boy into his office.”
“I’m not a rent boy.” Credence mumbled, unable to work out why he looked so familiar.

“See, that’s not what you were saying a couple of nights back.” The man shrugged. “Look, I’m not after a repeat-“
Credence worked out where he knew the man from, and he swallowed, sipping his coffee to keep his head down for a moment.

“I’m not after a repeat. If you wanna be a kept man, you can be kept. God knows it’s better than the streets. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. But the director… he’s not a good man, and he’s been through a lot of hell this last few weeks. I want you to know, if you ever need anything, you let us know. I’m Jamie, been here for a while. Everyone of us would help someone in need if we got the call. Most of us have been on the end of his temper one time or another, but we don’t have to sleep with him. If he’s not even giving you time off… well, if you need out kid, then just let us know.”

Credence nodded slowly.
“Thank you Mister Jamie. I appreciate it. But I trust my husband.”
“Husband?” Jamie asked, confusion written across his face.
“Don’t you have a report to be working on Walters? It should have been on my desk this morning.” Mister Graves asked sharply, appearing behind the other Auror. Credence looked down in shame.

“Yeah… yeah, sorry Boss…” Jamie answered, heading back into the main office. Credence glanced up at his husband nervously.
“I…” He swallowed, trying to work out what the expression on Percival’s face was. He looked angry, and Credence didn’t know what he could do to make things better. He got back to working on the files, only to be stopped when Mister Graves put a hand on top of the papers. “We need to talk.”

Prompt Post #2

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 16/?)