fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Credence slumped slightly against the wall, his head down. He was shivering all over, the cuts in his back opened by Percival's actions. Percival made himself focus. Made himself concentrate, and didn't allow himself to think of the body of the auror he had left behind. One day he would be able to mourn him, add his name to the list of those who had died in the line of duty. But today was not that day. For now his focus had to be on the survival of himself and those around him. Credence was still the obscurial, despite everything. He still had powers that would make most amazed, and Grindelwald allowed him close without questioning it, without worrying. He was confident in his own abilities, and that made him weak.

Percival reached down and rested a hand on Credence's back, casting a simple healing spell without speaking. It wouldn't stop the pain completely, but it would ease it enough for him to carry on, for the two of them to make it back to Percival's quarters. He didn't aid Credence further. He wanted to, but doing so would be too potentially dangerous. Showing Credence sympathy could get him punished further, could get both of them punished. He walked slowly though, so that Credence could keep up with him. It wasn't much, but it was the limit of what he could do. When they got to the door of MACUSA he nodded.
"You can walk while we're on the street." He cast a charm over the boy to hide him from No Maj eyes as he walked along naked.

Percival had rooms not far from the base, along with a transfigurable bed in the office. They were where he had been held prisoner, and he hated the reminder of what it had been like, but he walked inside anyway. Once Credence followed he closed the door with a wave of his hand, and crouched down beside him, sensing that the wards were still in place. That no-one had been inside since he had left it.

"Do you want a bath?" He asked Credence. Credence nodded slightly, shivering. Percival stood, guiding Credence to his feet and pulling him to his chest, gently stroking his fingers through Credence's hair. "You did well." He whispered to him, trying to calm him, to give him the comfort and reassurance that he needed. "You can relax now. You got through it." He went to pour a bath, and laid Credence in the warm water, then stepped away.

Credence reached out, gripping his hand and holding on to him for a moment.
"Please don't leave." He whispered. "I don't want... I don't want to be alone."
"You don't have to be alone." Percival promised. "I'm not going to leave you." He sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bath, starting to wash Credence's hair. "You don't need to be afraid." He murmured softly. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Credence frowned. "Why are you apologising?"
"Because I raped you." Percival's voice was quiet, and shame shone in his eyes.
"You... you can't blame yourself for that." Credence murmured. "He told you to. And you...." Credence twisted, leaning up to kiss him. "I know they took photographs. But what those images show isn't... isn't what happened. You didn't want to... it wasn't..." Words failed him, and Credence's lips were soft against his own.

"I'm sorry about your friend." Credence whispered. "He was brave."
"He was." Percival agreed, and the two of them lapsed into silence. Percival found that he had a lot to think about.

Credence leaned into the gentle touch as Percival stroked his hair, cleaning him and wrapping him in a towel. "You can borrow a pair of my pyjamas." Percival said softly, fetching a pair and then handing them to Credence. Credence shivered a little as he pulled them on. Percival walked him to the bedroom.
"I can sleep on the sofa." He said simply, accepting his place. Credence frowned and shook his head.
"Don't go." He whispered. "I get... when I'm on my own, I have nightmares... let me just... just for one night..."

Percival sighed, but he knew he couldn't deny the boy anything. He wrapped his arms around him, gently stroking hands across Credence's arms. The boy shivered, leaning into his touch. He liked being held, felt safer in Percival's arms, and Percival wasn't enough of a monster to turn him away.

No words passed between them for a little while, and Percival thought that the boy had fallen asleep. He shifted a little, planning to fetch a glass of water, when Credence spoke.
"Why are you being nice to me?"
"Because you are a person. No one deserves to be treated the way you are." Percival said. It wasn't a good answer. Credence deserved a proper response, but there was none more that he could give, other than the truth. It took him a few moments to decide that Credence deserved that truth.
"Grindelwald is a monster. His treatment of No-Majs alone would earn him execution, let alone... he kills those he dislikes without any consideration of due process or what is right. He tortures you. He keeps the people he hates in prison to torture them for his own amusement and he... he cannot be allowed to get away with this."

"No." Credence agreed. "So what's your plan?"
"Who says I have a plan?" Percival asked, pressing another kiss to Credence's lips. Credence smiled up at him.
"I do. Because you aren't the kind of person who doesn't have a plan."

Percival shook his head, and considered.
"Do you want to escape from him?"
"More than anything." Credence whispered. Percival nodded, and reached to squeeze his hand.

"It'll be dangerous. What I'm going to ask of you will put you in danger, do you understand?"
"Living... living puts me in danger." Credence answered. "And anyway, this is no real life. What you offer is a chance." He looked up at Percival's eyes. "I want to be free of him. What do you need me to do?" He blinked back tears, burrowing into Percival's side. Percival kept up the gentle touches.

"Do you know his plans for Seraphina?"
The boy shook his head, and Percival frowned.
"The President, Picquery?"
Credence nodded. "Next meeting, he's going to have you execute her... they think that I don't... that I don't listen. But I do."

Percival nodded. He felt sick. Grindelwald really did mean to destroy him utterly - killing one of his aurors had been painful enough. But killing his closest friend, America's best hope - even the thought was monstrous. He tried to push those thoughts away.
"Do you have control over your obscurus form?"
"A little. Why?"
"Because I'm going to need you to create a distraction..." Percival explained, tucking a blanket around Credence. He could only hope that either they succeeded, or they both died, because he didn't want to imagine how Grindelwald would respond to the treachery that the two of them were planning. Credence listened to his explanation, finally falling asleep clinging to Percival's chest. Percival rubbed his back, trying not to think of the potential cost of what he was asking him. He was meant to be being practical. If he had to sacrifice Credence, it would be worth it.

He pressed a kiss to Credence's forehead, whispering a silent prayer that he wouldn't have to throw Credence's life away. In his sleep, Credence whimpered and curled closer.

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