fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Percival walked beside Theseus, trying to understand what had just happened. Seraphina coming to his aid was hardly a surprise - she had always been protective. She had been angry with Jauncey, even though she had been in no position at the time to stop it. If Theseus had stepped in to protect his property, Percival would have understood. But he thought he had done it to try and help. To protect Percival, and that didn't fit with what Percival knew of how this kind of thing worked.

Theseus cleared his throat.
"So how were your aurors?"
"Good. I gave a few pointers but... they really are remarkable," Percival answered honestly. "It was good to see them. Thank you." He wouldn't let Theseus think that he wasn't grateful. It was dangerous if you weren't grateful. And Theseus really had done a lot for him.

"It's okay. That's why I wanted this assignment," Theseus said quickly, and then silence fell between them. "Sorry that Newt isn't around right now. He's off seeing Queenie and Tina, I think it's good that he has friends here," Theseus explained.

"I don't mind..." Percival said, surprised that Theseus seemed concerned with his opinion. It was a strange situation, but he couldn't help noticing that Theseus really did care. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

"Who was that man?" Theseus asked as they ascended the stairs to the rooms that had been assigned to them.
"That was MACUSA's Chief Financial Officer, Secretary Piers."
"Who is he to you?" Theseus asked, clearly unsatisfied by that answer.
Percival paused for a moment, gathering all of his courage. He managed to stop his voice shaking as he answered.

"Please can I tell you when we're in our room?" He didn't want it known. It was bad enough that some people in MACUSA knew he had been sold to the British as part of a peace deal. Bad enough that some thought he had been raped by Grindelwald - really, Grindelwald had been a gentleman. Only torture, and only that when Percival had tried to keep MACUSA's secrets from him. Compared to Jauncey, Grindelwald had been kind. Percival didn't want all of his dirty secrets placed on display.

Theseus nodded, but his lips were pressed together. Percival decided that even if Theseus was angry, it would be worth it in order to ensure he was able to keep this particular piece of information secret for a little longer.

The door to their room opened as they reached it. Newt's suitcase was on the bed, open, and Percival could hear faint noises from inside. Theseus cast a quick silencing charm over it.
"In case he's brought friends back,” Theseus explained, and Percival nodded. The door to their room closed and they were alone. This was his opportunity to explain what had happened. He took a deep breath.
"He was one of my ex-husband's friends." He silently willed that that would be enough, that after that Theseus would drop the topic.

Theseus looked at him, patient but firm, and he sighed.
"My ex-husband...his name was..Jauncey, Adam Jauncey..." Even saying the name made the room spin slightly. He found himself glancing towards the door, half expecting the man to open it. Nothing happened, and Percival took a slow breath. "He treated me poorly. He had clear expectations, and they had to be met." He managed a weak smile.

Theseus reached out to squeeze Percival's hand.
"And if they weren't met, there would be hell to pay. One of his expectations was that his husband would ..." Percival forced out the next few words, even as he feared it would mean he lost Theseus. "That I would please his friends when they visited."

There was no response for a few moments, Theseus thinking through what had been said. Percival tried to brace himself for anger or disgust.
"You're telling me that man raped you?" Theseus asked. "I swear..." His hands were clenched tight on the sheets, his knuckles pale as he fought to restrain his own anger.

"I won't let him hurt you again," Theseus said, and the harshness of his voice had faded a little as he tried to hide it.

"Thank you." Percival waited for judgement to fall. He couldn't imagine that Theseus was the type to let his friends hurt someone he was meant to care for, but he expected anger.
"How do you want me to handle it?" Theseus asked him after a moment. "I'm going to speak to him in the cell tomorrow. Explain...well, I want to explain that no one speaks to my husband like that, that he is the worst kind of scum, and that I will be doing everything within my power to make his life hell. But it's your choice." Theseus gazed into Percival's eyes. "Sounds like you haven't had enough choices. How I deal with him is up to you."

"Make it clear he's being watched from now on," Percival said quietly. "That if he hurts anyone else, he will answer to the President herself. I won't insist on an apology, although if you can get one I'd be grateful. I just want to know it won't happen to anyone else."
"I can do that," Theseus agreed. "Thank you."

"What happened between you and Picquery?" Percival asked, trying to build on the trust they had begun to build.
"She put me straight on a few facts," Theseus said softly. "And made sure that I was treating you right. The fact I'm still alive seems to show that she thinks I am doing a tolerable job."

Percival sat lost in thought for a few moments, until Newt climbed out of the case, Queenie by his side.
"Good to see you Director!" She squealed. "Newt tells me you've been doing wonders with his creatures."
"I do what I can," Percival answered, allowing her a quick embrace before she left to continue with her work. Newt smiled shyly.
"Did you get to see your friends?" He asked, his gaze not quite meeting Percival's face.
"I did," Percival agreed. "And they're coping fine without me."
"I think they'd do better if you were there," Newt said, with the kind of honesty Percival had begun to recognise as his trademark. He smiled at that comment.
"Kind of you to say," Percival answered.

"Do you want to come into the case?" Newt asked. "I've done most of the rounds, but I've left you the nundu and the mooncalves. They really like you."
"Lucky Percival." Theseus teased, but he made no attempt to stop Percival going to Newt. Newt smiled up at him.
"I was just showing Queenie the fwooper chicks. She thought that their eggs were beautiful, and said she might use the patterns in a dress." Newt explained as the two of them made their way through the case.

"Can I ask you a question?" Percival asked, feeling a little braver after the discussion he had had with Theseus.
"Of course." Newt grinned. "But I can't promise I know the answer. There's a lot about creatures I'm still to discover."
"Not about creatures." Percival answered. Newt made no move to stop him asking. "Why did you marry me?"
"Because it was the right thing to do." Newt said carefully. "Because Theseus wanted to save you and I wanted to help. And because from what I had heard, you were a good man. The first few days were...were very hard. Every time I looked at you I saw him. But it's getting easier to see you instead."

The silence that fell between the two of them was comfortable, and Percival smiled, relaxing a little. Newt cleared his throat as he heaved most of a cow carcass into the Nundu's territory.
"I'd do the same again," Newt told him. "Not just because it's the right thing to do. I like having you around."
Percival nodded, and when Newt reached out for his hand he let Newt take it, squeezing gently and wordlessly vanishing the stains the meat had left on his skin.

Creatures fed, they climbed back out. Theseus had three meals set at the table. Newt's as always contained no meat, but Percival was less worried by that now than he had been before.
"You two have fun?"
"We did," Percival answered as Newt nodded. It was strange - he never would have imagined finding much enjoyment with creatures, but with Newt sometimes he could see what it was that Newt saw in them.
"Good." Theseus nodded. "Percival, do you want to come with me tomorrow?"
Percival considered then nodded, eating as the other two did. He no longer waited for the order to eat, because they didn't seem to be wanting to give it. With Theseus, it was easy to forget that they weren't still in the war, that they were married now.

"Perce, do you want the larger bedroom or the one with bunk beds?" Theseus asked as his plates cleaned themselves. "We've got a double and two bunks, so really it's whatever you want."
Percival considered. He wasn't keen on bunk beds, not since the war when he had seen how much harm could be done by one person's bed falling on someone who was asleep. But he knew Theseus had seen the same scene, had been sickened by it. It was a generous offer he was making, but not one that Percival could inflict on him.
"We could share," Percival said cautiously.

It was strange. A few days ago he had lived in terror of being invited into their beds. Now when Theseus nodded he felt almost relieved. He used the room with the bunk bed in to change, and knocked on the door. Theseus opened it, and led him in. The bed was large, and Theseus and Newt had already claimed one side, Newt in the middle with space for Theseus beside him. It was clear they were trying to give Percival space.
"Thank you,” Percival murmured, laying down.

It felt almost comforting to know that the brothers were so close.

Prompt Post #2

Fill: Who Pays The Piper (17/?)