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Fill: Mending the Broken 7

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Newt hated to admit it, but the additional amount of sleep he managed to get after eating a spot of breakfast really helped a lot. He woke around 1 in the afternoon, feeling rested and less stuffed up. He made lunch, a simple mushroom omelette, then spent the rest of the afternoon in his case, making sure his beasts were doing well. He emerged three hours later, just as Credence opened the front door.

"Newt! We're back!"

Newt leaned on the bannister, taking in Credence's flushed and happy expression. Percival followed him in a moment later. He didn't look as grumpy as usual, but he didn't look too happy either.

"Coat off, go take a hot bath," Percival said in a tone of voice that booked no argument. Newt frowned. Where did he get off ordering Credence around like that? Credence didn't seem to mind. He shrugged off his coat, letting Percival take it and hang it up while he toed off his shoes and put on his slippers instead. Credence came bounding up the stairs, then with a flourish, pulled out his wand.

"You've got a wand!"

"Eucalyptus, 11 inches, Dementor Breath and water lily core!" Credence said in a rush. What? Dementor's what? Before Newt could ask a thing, Percival called up the stairs to them.

"Hot Bath!" Percival warned, then disappeared into the kitchen. Credence grinned then ran all the way upstairs to do as he was told. Newt ambled down the stairs.

"Your items are on the mantlepiece, no brewing in the bedrooms please," Percival said as he drew a cake box out of a paper bag and set it on the table. Before Newt could say or do anything, Percival had come over and laid his warm hand on Newt's forehead.

"You're still a bit warm," Percival observed. Newt leaned away from the touch, feeling wary. Percival frowned.

"Maybe I should cancel the reserva-"

"I'm fine! I promise!" Newt interjected. Percival looked doubtful.

"If you're not feeling well," Percival began.

"Credence would really like eating out," Newt added. It was true, even if Newt did feel a little bad for using Credence as an excuse.

Percival sighed.

"Alright, we're heading to RhymeStones at seven."

Newt had no idea what or where that was, but he mumbled an agreement and went upstairs to prepare.

Credence was already in his robe, getting ready to take a bath.

"Newt!" Credence said, looking excited. He pulled Newt towards him and closed the door.

"I want to sleep with him again."

"Wot?" Newt said, unable to stop himself.

"I want, to sleep, with Percival." Credence repeated carefully, stealing a glance at the door as if he was afraid they would be overheard.

"Now?" Newt couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.

"Well, not right away, obviously, but soon." Credence bit his lip "I was wondering if you'd like to as well."

"Are you forgetting that I don't want to be married to him?" Newt asked, indignant "The only reason I slept with him in the first place was because I didn't want to get stuck in Holding!"

"But he's nice!" Credence protested "And we can't back out anyway, so we might as well give him a chance."

Newt hesitated. Percival hadn't actually done or said anything that was mean. He was amicable if a little stern. Still, Newt had no doubt the older man would have something to say about his beasts. Percival still didn't know about his case.

"Just a tiny chance," Credence cajoled. Newt pursed his lips.

"Okay, just one chance."


#


Getting dressed up for dinner was something Credence never really had a chance to do. He only had the one nice suit when he was with Ma, and Ma never really gave him an occassion to wear it. After luxuriating in a hot bath - Credence marveled at the assessibility of hot water, simply charmed to be so with a simple flick of Newt's wand - he put on the light blue shirt and pulled on the dark grey waistcoat. He dug around in the laundry pile for the trousers. He could have sworn it was there somewhere!

His wand, Credence tucked away in a holster Newt had given to him. It was stranger, to have something strapped to his forearm under his shirt, but Newt said he'd get used to it.

Newt showed up, messy haired and slightly damp from the shower. He looked much better compared to that morning. Newt stepped into the room, dripping water everywhere. he cleaned it up with a flick of his wand, and then dried his hair the same way.

"Could you teach me how to do that?"

"Hm?" Newt turned, digging in the closet for a nicer shirt.

"You and Percival do all this magic and I don't know how."

Newt straightened, tilting his head to look at Percival.

"Oh um, you just point your wand and think really hard about what you want to do."

Credence pointed his wand at the damp towel, willing it to be dry.

Nothing happened.

He pouted, then thought harder. Dry, dry, dry!

The towel lit on fire.

Credence yelped. Newt made a surprised sound and then waved his wand at it. A jet of water hit the towel and put out the flames immediately.

"I heard a shout!" Percival burst into the room a moment later, his hair was in disarray and he was only in his shirt and pants. He must have been getting ready in his own room.

"I um... set the towel on fire with my wand?" Credence admitted.

Percival blinked then heaved a sigh of relief.

"I felt the magic surge and thought he had another episode." Percival crossed the room and pulled Credence into a gentle hug. "Thank you for putting out the fire, Newt."

Credence could see Newt flush under Percival's praise.

"Congratulations on your first wand magic, Credence," Percival said. Then he stiffened, and quickly backed away.

"Sorry sorry I'll let you get dressed!"

Credence stifled a giggle.

Newt stared at the door after Percival retreated, then hummed low in his throat.


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RhymeStones - a restaurant on the outskirts of the city - served a wide range of clientele. It wasn't fine dining, but the sheer amount of people inside spoke volumes about the popularity of the place. Percival gave his name to the waiter, who then led them to a table in the back, away from the bustle and commotion of the rest of the crowd.

"Director Graves, so rare to see you with friends," the waiter said cheerfully.

Percival coughed.

"Oh I'm his husband," Credence piped up before Percival could say anything. There was a beat of silence where the waiter seemed to try and gauge what exactly Newt was doing with a married couple.

"I'm his, other husband," Newt supplied reluctantly.

"Marriage law, it was really recent." Percival admitted. The waiter let out a soft 'oh', then smiled again.

"In that case, we'll bring out some champagne, on the house!" With that, he was off.

"Sorry about that," Percival said, feeling embarrassed. His husbands didn't really want him, it must have been awful for them to have to say that they were married.

"It's fine," Newt mumbled, burying his nose in the menu. Credence didn't seem to hear, he was too busy trying to touch a floating candle.

"Credence, what would you like to have?" Percival asked. The younger man looked towards him, eyes wide with wonder, then turned his attention to the menu.

"I've never had lamb before," Credence said slowly.

"Great! We can order the lamb shank."

"I'll have the fish," Newt muttered. He wouldn't look at Percival, but Percival was beginning to think it was more of a habit rather than a deep seated hatred of his person.

Feeling encouraged by their enthusiasm -in Newt's case it was more of a relative enthusiasm - Percival waved the waiter over.

#

Two glasses of champagne and a plate of good lamb later, Credence was feeling quite loose limbed and happy. For the first time in a very long time, he wasn't achy or in pain. There were no chores, no pressing issues to attend. His belly was full, he was warm and there was this tingly feeling inside. Newt was flushed as well, having moved on to something called Fire Whiskey after the champagne had run out. Newt's order of fish and Percival's roast pork were delicious as well, Credence knew because he stole some from their plates. Stealing food from someone else's plate would have warranted a beating from Ma. Credence had tried it once and hadn't been able to sit for a week.

He felt a pang.

Charity, Modesty, did they have enough for the winter? Sure, there was one less mouth to feed, but Ma had put him to work doing odd jobs to help sustain their household.

"Is there something wrong?" Percival asked. Credence hesitated.

"I miss my sisters," he admitted quietly. Newt looked between the two of them. Credence knew that there was a no interaction rule of sorts for wizards and witches. Technically, even Ma wasn't supposed to know that Credence was getting married because of his wayward magic.

Newt was silent, but Credence got the feeling that he was missing his family as well.

"Newt's free to visit his family anytime, isn't he? Cause they're magic, but I can't."

Percival looked uncomfortable. He was the Director of Magical Security, he couldn't possibly -

"We'll figure something out," Percival said quietly.

It warmed Credence's heart more than ever.

He definitely wanted to sleep with Percival again.

Re: Fill: Mending the Broken 7

[(Anonymous)]

Hey this is OP here and I just wanted to say thank you for yet another awesome chapter. The interactions between everyone was absolutely amazing, but the second I read the part where they wanted to be close to Percival again, I got the feeling that shit was going to hit the fan! This was awesome!