fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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The small occamy was curled up in his sling as he climbed into the case, the same position she had been in the previous night. He had been worried - she was so small, and he had no knowledge about caring for creatures. His childhood dreams of a dog had been crushed by the time he was five, and since then he had avoided all creatures. Still, after instructions to let him know if she made any attempt to move, Newt had given him permission to take Tiny home.

Her weight was negligible, and he couldn't help finding the slight pressure almost reassuring. It was a reminder that she was there. He wasn't alone as he curled up in his bed, trying not to think of the months he had spent locked in his own basement, bleeding from every curse that was inflicted on his ruined body. He was startled back to reality by her growing a little longer, stretching out to a new more comfortable position. He hoped her growth meant she was happy rather than afraid, and tried not to worry. Newt had promised he would teach him how to care for her in the morning. So he only had to get her through tonight. She was wriggling a little, so he started to talk to her about work, about what his aurors had been investigating and his favourite cases. She didn't seem to mind his choice of conversation, and eventually the wriggling stopped, so he had to take that as a good sign.

Being an auror meant that Percival had seen more disgusting sights than any man should see. It seemed that the wizarding underclass always came up with new horrific tortures that they doled out on the innocent, seemingly just to make his day worse. He was at least avoiding most of those cases at the moment - while he had led the raid the previous day, and found several parts from endangered magical creatures, most of his time was spent behind a desk for now. It was frustrating, but it was necessary in an attempt to repair all the damage that Grindelwald had caused.

Newt, however, was his own unique brand of disgusting within the case. Percival felt almost an admiration for it. Around other wizards Newt was painfully shy and quiet, seeming to want to disappear from view at every moment. Around his creatures, he was someone else entirely - someone far more confident, someone who was exactly where they belonged. He walked among creatures which could tear him limb from limb without batting an eyelash, and he seemed to have no qualms about dressing wounds or cleaning messes, cutting up large slabs of meat and at one point carrying what appeared to be half a cow in a wheelbarrow.

As he worked, Newt explained to Percival what he had managed to do with the creatures from the raid. He spoke to Percival carefully, pointing out each creature in turn and explaining their needs, how they were settling into life in the case.

"Here are the other occamy." Newt paused by a woven nest with two small creatures curled up inside it. "Now, they're still only little, so they aren't that good at chewing. Occamy eat insects, cockroaches are a favourite of theirs..." He pulled a still wriggling cockroach from his pocket, bit it in half, and then fed each half to an occamy. Percival raised an eyebrow and Newt shrugged.
"Stops them fighting."
"You want me to do that for Tiny?"
"Tiny's an only child. It won't be such an issue for her." Newt said casually, handing over a cockroach. Percival held it firmly between thumb and forefinger of his uninjured arm, and then glanced into his sling to try and line up the cockroach with Tiny's mouth.

Tiny jumped forwards, her sharp teeth snapping, one of them cutting a gash into Percival's finger. She bit into the cockroach, and then it seemed to fall from her mouth, and scurried up the material of the sling and into Percival's shirt.

Percival was the Director of Security at MACUSA, and as such did not squeak in an undignified manner at a cockroach making its way into his shirt, although it was a close thing. Instead, he reached for his wand, and accioed the creature.

"Sorry about that..." Newt mumbled, looking nowhere near as sorry as someone who had just managed to assault a senior auror with a cockroach should look.
"It's fine." Percival answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"It can take them a little while to master chewing, they're young. Make sure the food is the correct size for their current body, and then line it up like so-" Newt demonstrated, dropping the cockroach into Tiny's mouth.

She crunched away at it contentedly, one leg sticking from her mouth. Newt beamed, and then noticed the slight scrape on Percival's finger. He used his wand to remove the faint injury, and then smiled.
"You're a natural with her you know?"

Percival thought about arguing, but then nodded his thanks. "So when do I feed her?"
"At this size, once a day or so should be fine. If she grows or shrinks massively let me know. If you aren't feeding her enough she'll bite you and let you know."
"How kind." Percival muttered, but he leaned in, brushing his finger under Tiny's chin. She nuzzled against his hand slightly.

Newt paused for a moment and then beamed.
"That's remarkable. Most occamy don't like to be touched by human hands, but she obviously sees something special in you Director..." He smiled softly. "I think you're both in safe hands."

"She doesn't even have hands." Percival pointed out, even though he couldn't stop a faint smile at the compliment.

:D I love this

Prompt Post #2

A Tiny Problem (2/6)

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