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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Completed Fill: Like Fresh Snow (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Graves was stood by Tina's desk, listening to her report on the trafficking ring that had been broken up a few days before, smiling at the case that was by her desk - Newt had left it there earlier when he'd gone to the archives. Everything seemed calm for once, and Graves wasn't feeling worried. The first sign he had that he should have been was getting pounced upon by six inches of furious stick, biting and gouging at his face with its unnaturally long fingers.

He gave a yelp at the action, bringing his hands up to protect his eyes, as Tina tried to grab the rogue bowtruckle. A cascade of paperwork fell to the floor, and for a moment Graves worried that somehow the creature had become aware of some of the thoughts he had been having about Newt. He was aware that with Newt's views on virginity, nothing would come, but he didn't think any harm would come from dreaming. Tina drew out her wand, then thought better of it and caught it around its waist. Between the two of them, they managed to remove it before Graves was blinded, although it was still scratching towards him and the tips of its fingers were stained red.

"Are your eyes alright sir?"
"Yes." Graves panted, reaching up to touch his face, feeling streaks of blood across his skin. He had not realised before quite how sharp the bowtruckle's claws would be. "But I didn't come out of that with any dignity, did I?"
"None at all sir." Tina agreed with a smile, before looking down at the creature squirming in her hand. "Something wrong Pickett?"

The creature continued to grab towards Graves, and Tina frowned.
"I've never seen him like this before." She mumbled. Graves turned to the creature, considering everything, and then started to run.

The door to his office was charmed shut, but he managed to force it open with a combination of strength and well practised spells. The door swung open, and he froze at the sight before him - Newt was there, his legs pressed open, naked, clothes in shreds on the floor. On instinct he stepped inside and pulled the door closed, not wanting anyone to see. He took his coat off, gently laying it over the other man.
"Newt?" He spoke softly, walking to stand in front of him, seeing the fear in his eyes. Newt opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and Graves flicked out his wand, cancelling the silencing spell. Newt whimpered, cowering from his touch, and Graves didn't force it, gazing into his eyes, thinking of how Newt had approached the unicorn. Newt looked at him carefully, eyes narrowing a little.
"You look like you have been savaged by a bowtruckle."

"Excellent observation skills. It's safe now Newt." Graves said softly. "You're safe. Who did this?"
"You..." Newt started, then shook his head. "Grindelwald. He was angry about the obscurus."
"He was wearing my face?" Graves asked, trying to fight the terror in his chest.
Newt nodded, whimpering, and Graves carefully moved around him. "I need to get these chains off Newt. Will you let me?"
"Pic-" Newt whimpered softly. "Yes. Please."

Graves hesitated, thinking of Newt's previous words, his confidence that his innocence helped with his creatures, the fear he must be feeling now.

"Will you give me a moment? Really you need a doctor-"
"I don't want anyone to see." Newt whispered, and Graves nodded in acceptance.
"Just give me a moment." Graves repeated, and stepped out into the corridor, finding Tina standing right outside the door, holding Newt's case in one hand. The bowtruckle in her other hand started fighting when it saw him.
"Goldstein. There has been an incident. I need you to lock down MACUSA. Grindelwald is here and he has my face."
"Understood sir."
"I'll be needing that bowtruckle."
"Director-" She frowned, but he didn't take no for an answer, holding out his hand.

Reluctantly, she passed over the creature.
"I need to deal with something in here. You are in charge, and leave the case there." Tina did he asked.
Graves tried to ignore the pain of being bitten by a bowtruckle, and headed back into his office, making sure even Goldstein didn't see what was inside. Newt was trying to look over his shoulder, and Graves walked back towards him, holding out the creature and speaking to it gently.
"Pickett, can you undo the locks?"

He released the bowtruckle and stepped back, as the creature clambered across Newt's back, and carefully began to pick at the invisible locks with its long fingers. After a few moments Newt scrambled to his feet, still wrapped only in Graves' coat, and Pickett scrambled up his arm and onto his shoulder.

Hesitantly Newt turned his head, and stared at Pickett.
"Hello." He greeted the creature formally. "You... I am so sorry you had to see that Pickett. I promise you, if I could have spared you it, I would have done so."
The creature responded by leaning up and running one long finger through Newt's hair. Newt gazed at him in surprise.
"You still... you will still help me... oh Pickett..." Newt smiled, his eyes a little damp, and carefully Graves moved a little closer, aware of the sharp claws that the Bowtruckle possessed and was clearly able to use.

"Newt... Mister Scamander. I would like to apologise for what has happened to you. We can keep this quiet, if you wish. It won't become tearoom gossip, I give my word."

Newt nodded, still half distracted by the bowtruckle.
"But you do need medical attention. And some clothes."
"My case." Newt pleaded, and Graves called it into the room.
"Here."
"Thank you." Newt whispered, hands shaking. He was looking away from Graves' face, but Graves wasn't sure if that was just normal for the other man. "Can you go down, in the main compartment, there are some clothes-"
"You should go down." Graves said gently but firmly, and Newt shook his head.
"I couldn't bear..." He sighed. "I'm already in quite a bit of pain. He wasn't...gentle. Let me put off their rejection for a little longer." Newt stared at the floor now, blinking rapidly. "I don't... have much left. If I've lost them, all of them. He wanted to take everything, and he has..."
"Scamander." Graves tried to take control. "I'm telling you to go into that case. Now. If not I'll go down and start bringing everything up. Including the occamys.

Newt shot him a wounded look, but obediently clambered down into the case.

Graves gave it a few minutes before he followed, already planning to obliterate Newt if he showed any sign of being rejected by his creatures - Newt was right that he couldn't cope with that as well right now.

Newt was sat on the floor of his case, naked aside from Graves' coat that was still wrapped around him, swamping him with fabric. The Demiguise was curled up in his lap, and a puffskein was rolling around at his feet. Occamy were bracketing his body, guarding him, and the Niffler was scurrying backwards and forwards between Newt and his nest, bringing forwards gifts of coins and being rewarded by pats on the head. For a moment, Graves just watched.

Newt looked up at Graves, his face tear streaked. Graves crouched opposite him.
"Take some time. No one expects you to be alright after something like this. But Newt... I don't think that they've turned against you. I think that they are keeping you safe..."

Newt nodded slowly, then reached out towards him.
"Can you stay? Just... just for a little while..."
Very carefully, he made his way over towards Newt, and reached out to stroke his hair, feeling the protective gaze of Pickett upon him.

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Re: Completed Fill: Like Fresh Snow (3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

A!A, this was absolutely amazing. I love how perfectly in character Graves is, how he wasn't coddling or overbearing, but rather a simple comforting presence trying to guide Newt towards recovery. And Graves dealing with his own trauma while all this was happening was really tragic and believable. I felt so sorry for Newt, and the creatures comforting him was so sweet and perfect. I'm actually genuinely sad that this is over, lol. Thank you again!