fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

Seeing as we've reached 4,000 comments in Round 1, it's time to make a new one. Same (lack of) rules apply. Gentle reminder to everyone to refrain from posting extremely long prompts, though. While no word limit will be imposed, take note that it is very unlikely for someone to fulfill your prompt if your prompt alone is already several paragraphs long and containing a number of specifications.

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Credence liked Mister Abernathy. He had a kind face, and a gentle smile. Credence liked Miss Louise too, and was excited he might work for her, but most of all he was captivated by how good they both were to Modesty.

Mister Graves had Queenie help Modesty pick a new dress, and she spun in circles as they walked down the street, the green skirt flying up a little. She skipped and giggled and looked like any other eight year old. Credence knew she was still hurting, still terrified, but she was young enough to be distracted by simple joys, and he wasn't going to stop that while he had the opportunity to see her happy.

"Here..." Mister Graves steered them into a small restaurant, his hand on the small of Credence's back. They walked over to a table towards the back, with a couple sitting there. They were young, and both dressed very smartly. The woman's eyes lit up, and the man stood to shake their hands.
"Hello Mister Graves, Sir... and this must be... the other Mister Graves. And you must be Modesty?"
"Hello." Modesty answered, with her best smile, the one she used whenever there were new parents poking around at the orphanage. It had never worked before, but now it seemed to be.

"Oh... you poor dear, Abernathy told me all about what's happened..." Louise murmured, and swept Modesty into a hug. Modesty tensed for a moment, but then relaxed into the embrace, cuddling up to the woman. Credence watched, heart full of pride.

The meal went on, with Louise and Abernathy talking to Modesty. She was excited, and Credence was happy for her. Modesty was listening as Louise told her about their dog, Lucy, asking if she could take it to the park to play. This was all Credence had ever wanted for his little sister. He smiled shyly at his husband.

"We can't wait to meet your other sister." Abernathy smiled. "When she's found. We've got rooms set up for both of them, and there's a guest room as well..."
"Thank you." Credence murmured. This was a good thing, this is all he had ever dreamed of for Modesty. He couldn't be upset. He would miss her though.

They said their goodbyes, and Modesty paused.
"Auntie Louise? Uncle Abernathy?"
"Yes darling?" Louise asked, crouching down towards her.
"Can... Can I come home with you and meet Lucy?"

Louise glanced up at Credence.
"If it's alright with your brother?"
"It's good. Have fun. We'll meet in the morning okay?" Credence asked softly, and Modesty nodded with enthusiasm. Credence watched her walk away, and smiled at Percival.
"She'll be fine." Percival promised, squeezing Credence's hand. "She's already got them wrapped around her little finger."

"Yeah..." Credence smiled, and walked back home with his husband by his side.

***

Percival was delighted by how well the first meeting had gone. Modesty seemed to be excited about her new family, and Abernathy and Louise were ecstatic. Walking home with Credence, Percival felt it was about time he had something go his way. Credence looked thoughtful.

"Something on your mind?"
"Just miss her." Credence admitted. "And.." He paused. "Well, if she's staying there tonight, maybe we could kiss a bit more and..." A faint blush coloured his cheeks. "What we were doing at the hospital was fun. If you'd like?"

"I would definitely like." Percival agreed. He leaned in and kissed Credence in the middle of the street, a quick notice-me-not their only protection from those around them. Credence pulled away after a few moments.

"I haven't-Ma had me practice other things, but not... not that. I'm sorry if I'm not very good at it-"
"You'll be wonderful." Percival said quickly. "And everyone's awkward their first time. I made a complete hash of it, so I know you'll do better."
"What happened?"
"We were against a door and someone opened it. We fell straight to the floor." Percival answered, smiling at Credence's laugh. It was a great sound. He wondered whether he could find a different way to make Credence laugh each day - that was a cause worthy of donating his time and energies towards.

They got home, and Credence kissed him, a little shy. Percival returned the kiss more eagerly, his hands reaching for the buttons on Credence's shirt. Credence closed his hands around Percival's wrists and shook his head.
"Please don't."
"I'm sorry." Percival said quickly. "I thought you wanted-"
"I do want." Credence said, his gaze down. "I do want, a lot. But I'm ugly..."
"Credence, you're my husband." Percival tried to reason with him, but he saw the fear in Credence's eyes, the reluctance as he went to remove his shirt.

"No." Percival said quickly. "You don't have to. I just mean... whatever it is, I won't mind. We're married. You don't need to be ashamed of how you look..."
Credence closed his eyes and let Percival unbutton his shirt, trembling a little. Percival leaned in, pressing kisses to Credence's skin as more of it was revealed. When the shirt was open he stood back up, eyes roving across pale skin.
"You look beautiful."

Credence opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something, but then he shook his head, and slowly turned around.

Prompt Post #2

Fill: Broken and Kept (Part 22/24)