fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Percival stared in horror as Grindelwald drew his wand against Credence, aiming it at the small man. Credence flinched, but stayed in front of his sister. The little girl was starting to smoke, black tendrils of anger spiralling from her fingers.

“Avad-” Grindelwald began, but Percival was faster, sending a stunning spell towards the dark wizard. Grindelwald turned towards him.
“Get her out of here Credence.” Percival demanded. Grindelwald smirked, turning to Percival, and sent a curse towards him as Percival raised a shield, blocking him. He saw Credence pick up the smaller girl, running out of the room. Grindelwald didn’t seem to notice, his attention fully on Percival.

He fired a counter-curse, then returned his block, focussing on keeping Grindelwald distracted. They had fought before. It had been clear that Grindelwald had won. He had tried what he could, but he had lost that fight and saw no reason why that would change for this time. His only hope was that he could buy Credence enough time that he could get out of here. He was prepared to lose, saw no way that he could win.

Grindelwald threw another vicious shot against him, and Percival stumbled back a little, towards the door. He didn’t want Grindelwald to get out of here. He wanted to protect the rest of MACUSA. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop him.

“I do hope he was a good fuck for you Percy. He isn’t exactly of much other use, you know?” Grindelwald said with a smirk. “He’s pretty enough, but no brain. No power. Probably wouldn’t have been able to make an obscurial from him even if we let him live.”

Percival tried to ignore the jabs that Grindelwald threw his way. He could tell that he was just trying to get under his skin, and the fact that it was working wasn’t important. The key thing would be to buy as much time for his team as he could.

Fighting for time was different from fighting for survival. He was at peace with not surviving this fight, if that meant that Credence and his sister got to safety. So he didn’t block if he could fire another curse. Wounds peppered his limbs, and his blood splashed the floor below, but none of that was important. He had to look after his family. Another shot knocked him off of his feet, and Grindelwald strode forwards, wand pointed at him.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you Percy. I spent so long having to pretend to be you, to share your silly sentiments and to care… to want to hide the No-Majs from the world. And now, now I get to end you.”

***

Credence fled the room, Modesty cradled to his chest. He ran up to the central hall.
“Grindelwald is getting out!” He screamed, before shouting again. “The obscurus has gone.”

At that, aurors started to appear, some running down the stairs and others throwing themselves from the heights of the upper floors towards him. They raced through the corridors, and threw stunning curses at Grindelwald. He could fight. He was a skilled fighter. But he couldn’t fight all of them at once. He was knocked backwards.

Credence watched as the man was knocked to the floor, and then ran forwards to Mister Graves. He was bleeding heavily, and Credence squeezed his hand.
“You did great.” He murmured. “You did great. We’re safe. You did it…”

His husband smiled at him for a moment, and then his eyes closed.
“Is… is he dead?” Modesty whispered. Anxiously, Credence checked his breathing.
“No. He’s just fainted… it’s alright. It’s alright…” He hugged her. “I need you to talk to a friend of mine. We have to try and get Chastity home…” He was trembling so hard he nearly dropped Modesty, but she didn’t comment on it so nor did he.

“Who is he?” Modesty whispered. “And who was that other man?”
“This is Percival Graves.” Credence answered, fighting the urge to say that it was his husband. “He’s been keeping me safe. He’ll … he’ll keep you too, I think.” He hoped that was true. “The other man is bad news.”

“Credence, what’s wrong with me?” Modesty asked, before gazing into his eyes. “Can I be fixed?”
“I don’t know…” He gently led her to Queenie, hoping a positive answer was coming his way.

***

Percival woke slowly. He saw flashes of people sat beside him – he saw Credence sat by the bed, and Seraphina, Tina, Credence again – never for long enough to speak to them. He just saw them and then they were gone.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Credence was beside his bed, his eyes closed in sleep, but Modesty was awake. She looked up at him, her eyes focused.
“You saved me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome…” Percival answered, trying to sit up before collapsing back down in pain. “Is your brother alright?”
“He worries.” She answered gently. “But I looked after him.”
“I am sure you did…” Percival swallowed. “Can you wake your brother up for me?”

Modesty poked Credence on the nose, and his eyes opened. He looked around in fear, then smiled when he saw Percival.
“You’re awake.”
“Yeah…” Percival murmured. “Sorry I wasn’t before… You deserved… you deserved not to be abandoned.”
“You didn’t.” Credence insisted, and Percival smiled.

“I … Is there any news on Chastity?”
“None yet.” Credence answered. “Modesty did what she could.”
“I’m sure she did well… Modesty, can you go and ask the guards on the door if they can contact Picquery?”

The girl nodded and skipped from the room, and Credence leaned in to kiss Percival’s cheek.
“I don’t think I can be a father to her.” Percival said softly, trying not to back down when he saw the pain in Credence’s eyes. “My job’s too dangerous. But I know someone who has a desk job, who would love a daughter or two. His wife can’t have children. You could see them all the time, and any problems and they can stay with us. How does that sound?”
“Like heaven.” Credence admitted, squeezing his hand, and then leaning in to brush his lips against Percival’s. This time Percival didn’t pull away, kissing him properly for the first time and feeling Credence moan against his lips.

Prompt Post #2

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