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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There’s the unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place after the door closes, although the precaution is almost laughably unnecessary: Percival is barely strong enough to stand at the moment, let alone stage a daring escape attempt.

When the door creaks open again, the boy reemerges carrying a large basin of steaming, bubbly water. He sets it down carefully at Percival’s side, before going back to the wooden basket for a clean rag and an unmarked bottle of what might be essence of dittany.
He rings the cloth out in the water before running it firmly down Percival’s forearm, holding it carefully in place with his other hand.

The soft, warm sensation is delicious against Percival’s neglected skin, but he has to fight not to hiss when the boy swipes over the raw skin on his wrist where the manacles have scraped away at him.

The boy hums sympathetically, but keeps going, dipping the cloth back into the water between long, even strokes of the cloth.When all the sweat and grime has been sloughed off, he dabs some dittany on the wound and wraps it carefully in gauze, before repeating the process on Percival’s other arm.

By the time Percival’s torso is clean, the water in the basin is a deep, murky brown, and what feels like a third of his body is swathed in gauze and stinging with dittany.

The boy strips Percival of his trousers and union suit with almost clinical efficiency, sliding the grime-stiff cloth under Percival’s ass as a sort of cushion from the cold, hard floor of the cell.

He cleans Percival’s feet and legs with the same steady efficiency as his arms and torso, taking special care with the raw flesh where he’d snapped Percival’s legs only yesterday. When heruns the cloth across Percival’s groin and ass, though, the boy keeps his gaze firmly averted, cheeks pinking with discomfort. Percival witnesses this with some amusement - he’s met plenty of Grindelwald’s fanatics during his time in captivity, but none of them have been prudes before.

Once he’s been thoroughly cleaned and disinfected, the boy dresses Percival carefully in a clean union suit and fresh woolen socks, before taking a thin mattress from the basket and rolling it out on the least-soiled patch of ground against the wall.

After helping him over to it, the boy spreads a knitted blanket carefully over Percival, before moving the pitcher and mug over so that they’re easily within reach.

His dark eyes survey Percival for a long, inscrutable moment before he reaches into his pocket and sets something down by the foot of the mattress.

It’s a small pocket-watch: a bit rusted and shabby, but it ticks reassuringly against the cold stone. Percival feels his lips crack into a small smile.

Somehow, when the cell door clangs shut behind him, it doesn’t feel quite as ominously final as it had the day before.

oh this is gorgeous! So glad you're continuing with it. And Credence is such a sweetie here - so shy and determined to help, and heartbreakingly kind. Beautiful writing here, thank you for posting. And Percival has food and water and is clean, and he has a watch! much progress

Welcome back author!anon.

OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS PERFECT.

This series is wonderful.
There's nothing I love more than seeing Graves get comforted, especially by someone who he's usually depicted comforting.
The watch was a really sweet touch.
I've always wondered how a story like this, one in which Credence joins Grindelwald to protect Graves, might play out.
So far, this is exceeding all my expectations.

Prompt Post #2

Fill: If You Keep Holding Me [5/?]

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