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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: Mending the Broken 8
Shopping with Credence went well, the dinner went well, even Newt seemed to be warming up to him, Percival counted it as a good week. Even Monday's sudden onslaught of cases couldn't dampen his mood. He could feel the edge of Credence's presence, nestled up against his own magic, just there. Newt's was a little stand-offish, but Percival was sure he could win them over with time.
He wanted them to be happy. He wanted to be happy with them.
Percival would have to see about getting Credence a private tutor, make sure Newt had time to engage in hobbies. Maybe Percival could take a few more days off and spend time at home. He'd have to start leaving work on time, or early. Maybe for New Years, they could go to Paris? He certainly worked hard enough to deserve a vacation or two. The President couldn't begrudge him some alone time, right?
"I'm home!"
He could hear a sound from upstairs.
"I baked a cake!" Credence called. Percival set down his briefcase. The cake in question was sitting on the table with a half eaten roast chicken.
A bowl had already been set out. Macaroni and cheese, a strange pairing with the chicken, but Percival wasn't going to complain. He sat down and started to eat.
"Do you like it?" Credence asked, sliding into the chair next to Percival. His robe was tightly wound around him and his hair was tousled, damp from a bath.
"It's delicious, Credence, thank you," Percival said around his mouthful of food.
Newt came down and parked himself in the other chair. He was holding an apple. Every time he took a bite, the juice ran down his chin.
Percival focused on his macaroni instead.
"Did you know that Newt is working on a book?" Credence asked.
"You are?"
"It's about magical creatures," Newt said with the hint of a smile.
"Have you ever seen an Erumpet do a mating dance? It really is quite fascinating."
Percival had not and he said so. To be quite honest, he wasn't that fond of magical creatures. He recognized the need for them, but he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to be in the vicinity of something so large and so potentially dangerous. He wisely kept that thought to himself and listened to Newt talk about the seventeen major different moves and what they meant for Erumpets in season.
No sooner had he finished the last bite of macaroni that Credence pulled the bowl away.
"Percival," Credence said quietly. He pulled the sash undone, and let the robe fall open.
Percival found himself staring at a wide expanse of skin.
"What?"
Then there was a hand snaking down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. It was vaguely arousing, but Percival couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. How could they go from not wanting him, to wanting him in bed? They had each other. They didn't need him!
Percival shoved himself away from the both of them. He should want this, he should want his lawfully wedded spouses. He wanted them to want him, but not like this!
"What the hell did you use?" he demanded, backing away slowly. Percival was itching to reach for his wand, but he had promised not to raise a hand to his husbands.
There was blood rushing through his ears. The helpless -used- feeling was back in full force. Were they going to just do the same thing? Sedate him? What for? The ritual was done! They didn't need a repeat!
"Percival, please!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You drugged me, again! What the hell did you do?" Percival gasped out, he was breathing hard, a little too hard. He wasn't feeling anything yet, but the last time, the drug hadn't kicked in until after a while.
"We didn't," Credence pleaded.
Percival backed away, then turned and ran.
"Wait! Percival!" Newt shouted behind him.
Percival yanked the front door open and then apparated without thinking.
#
Tina was enjoying her sisters lagsane when Percival appeared with a loud crack. He stumbled and crashed into a stool, then clung to it for dear life.
"Director Graves!" Tina exclaimed, her wand was out immediately. He was pursued or something, she had to be prepared. A few waves of her wand had the wards locked up tight.
Queenie rushed over, uncaring of the fact that her robe was slipping off one shoulder.
"Director, are you alright?"
He was breathing too fast to say anything, pupils blown wide open with panic.
"Queenie, what's he thinking?"
Queenie focused for a moment, then gasped.
"Tina get my potions kit! He's been drugged!"
Tina swore under her breath. Drugged? By whom? She dug around in the kit and pulled out a bezoar, a vial of diagnostic potion, and several other common antidotes. She fell to her knees beside Percival and grabbed his flailing arm. A pinprick from her wand later, blood was trickling into the diagnostic potion. Queenie scrambled to get the accompanying leaflet which held the colour code for the type of drug used.
It turned green.
Nothing? Either he was fine, or it was so obscure that normal potions couldn't detect it.
"Director Graves, who drugged you?"
Percival was still breathing too fast, too hard.
Tina grabbed him by the lapels and shook him.
"Director! Who. Drugged. You."
"Newt. Credence." Queenie said, eyes wide with disbelief.
"His husbands?" Tina demanded "Do they have anything that could fudge this diagnostic? Because green means he's fine!"
Her words seemed to penetrate Percival's thick skull.
"What?" he asked.
"It's green. Either you're not drugged, or it's too rare and there's no hope." Tina shook the vial in front of him.
Percival grabbed it and brought it in front of his face.
"Breathe in, out, in out, Director!"
"They didn't?" Percival gasped. He seemed to calm a little.
Tina managed to get an arm under his armpits and haul him upwards to sit on the chair.
"Why do you think they drugged you?"
"They did, didn't they?" Queenie asked quietly "Before this."
Percival averted his eyes, refusing to answer Queenie's question. But his refusal was confirmation enough.
"I-" Tina said calmly "-am going to kill them."
"No!" Percival squawked.
"No?"
"I don't think - they're harmless- I just - they just - I promised to not - I shouldn't have -"
"You shouldn't have what, Director?" Tina demanded "Agreed to aid them? Freely offered your help and home? Shouldn't have been forced into it by the law?"
Percival stared at her. He was still breathing hard, but he was starting to calm.
"I shouldn't have run."
"And what if they had drugged you? What were they going to do? Would we see a dead body tomorrow?"
Percival was silent for a moment. Queenie took the opportunity to put a hot cup of cocoa in his hands.
"Dire- Percival, you had every right to be suspicious," Tina laid her hand on his thigh and massaged the muscle there "Queenie can make up the spare bed and you can bunk here for tonight, alright?"
Percival nodded slowly. He stared down at his cocoa.
Tina straightened. Whatever his spouses did, it had spooked Percival a lot. She hated leaving the man alone when he was like this, but she had to get to the bottom of this.
She took a deep breath and apparated.
#
Percival's rapid depature had thrown Newt and Credence for a loop. They hadn't expected him to be vehemently against having sex again. After all, he had seemed to enjoy the first time well enough.
"He knew we put in the TzeFly wings, didn't he?" Credence asked quietly. Percival had looked so scared.
"Bollocks," Newt swore under his breath.
"I thought he didn't know!"
"He just didn't say anything." Newt sank back into the chair and cradled his head in his hands.
Silence reigned for a time.
They had no idea where he had gone. Newt was worried that he had splinched himself, Percival had panicked badly.
"I can't feel him," Credence said mournfully, tears coming to his eyes. The faint 'husband' feeling was completely gone, a solid wall where there used to be a comforting presence.
There was another crack outside the door, then the click of heels on the tiled floor.
"Mr. Scamander, Mr. Barebone, what did you do to Director Graves?" Tina demanded as she strode into the house.
Newt stared at her helplessly. Credence yelped and pulled his robe closed around him.
"We didn't do anything," Newt said, wishing she'd believe him.
"Well, not this time at least, but what did you do to him last time?"
"It was just a bit of TzeFly wings!"
"And why in Morgana's name did you think that was necessary?!" Tina asked, incredulous "Did you think he would turn you away? Did you think he wouldn't want you?"
"We were afraid," Newt protested weakly.
"So you raped him?"
Both men flinched.
"Under Section 19b of the Personal Protection Act, any usage of items which cause intoxication or sedation in order to engage in sexual congress without prior knowledge of all involved parties is considered an assault. The director would be well within his rights to divorce the two of you and stick you back in Holding, or to charge you with spousal assault!"
Credence's mouth fell open.
"He wouldn't!"
"That's right, he wouldn't, but he could. But because he's too nice for his own good, he sat in my chair and told me not to hurt the two of you even when he thought he had been drugged. Again!" Tina all but snarled.
"Is he alright?" Credence ventured timidly.
"No thanks to the two of you," Tina massaged the bridge of her nose "Just. When he comes back," she gave both of them the evil eye "If he comes back, you two will need to grovel for his forgiveness."
With that, she turned on her heel and left.
"We made a mistake," Credence said, voice small.
"A big mistake," Newt agreed.
But there was nothing else they could do tonight. The two of them cleared the table and went to bed, but neither slept for the remainder of the night.
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