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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Fill: The Whipping Boy (9/15)

[(Anonymous)]

Newt made himself walk around the room. It was better to keep moving than lay curled up and wait for Credence to return. As he walked, he took stock of what he knew. He was trapped in a room, seen only by Credence and Director Graves, the traitor that had once been Theseus’s best friend. He was silenced aside from when the Director wanted him to scream. He was wandless, the room was warded, and he was being kept weak so that he couldn’t escape. So far, nothing of much use.

He was being held prisoner by a madman. He frowned, thinking of his options such as they were, and coming up a blank. He thought about what had happened this morning. Credence had been taken away by that monster for further lessons, and he was wearing robes.

That had been buzzing around his mind all day. Something disorientating about it. Robes. He remembered reading one of the letters his brother had received from this monster, which had laughed at the European tradition of robes. He’d said suits were better, that robes would stand out to the No-Majs. After a moment he realised something else. Director Graves had clearly said Muggle. Americans didn’t use that word, especially not one from as established a family as Graves. It was a word used by the English, by Europeans, not by those who lived here.

This man wasn’t Graves.

That one solid fact changed everything and nothing all at once. He could do nothing before Credence returned, and even then he was unsure what he would do. Try and get that information over to Credence perhaps. He was focused on that, until he heard the door to the apartment open.

He sat back down on the floor, curled up. He tried to look pathetic, tried to look as though he had been sat there all day, despairing his fate. He wondered what he would hear next, whether it would be those sounds from the previous night, or something worse.

The door to the bedroom opened, and Newt could see the bottom of a robe. He lifted his head carefully, and saw Credence standing there, face streaked with tears, eyes red from crying. He was pale, head ducked as though he could somehow shrink into himself. Credence stepped in, and the man pretending to be Graves was behind him.
“You just rest my special boy. You’ve done well enough today. I will bring you dinner later.” The man who wasn’t Graves kissed Credence once on the forehead, and then once on the lips, then walked away, closing the door behind him.

Newt got to his feet and approached Credence, wishing he could speak, wishing he could comfort him. As it was, he held his arm out towards him, guided Credence into his arms. Gently, he rocked Credence in his arms, and Credence curled into him. His body was trembling, and Newt wondered what tortures the man pretending to be Graves had inflicted on him that day.

He looked at the younger man, feeling the same emotion to him as he had when he rescued an injured creature. Credence was frightened, and in need of calming. He stroked his hand along the length of Credence’s spine. He wished he could say something, anything, to take that pain away.

Credence was exhausted, broken. He was barely staying standing. Newt guided him over to the bed, showing him how to lay down. Newt looked down at him, seeing how his body was shaking. Credence was terrified and lost, and Newt hated seeing him look so hurt. Humans needed touch, didn’t they? Kind, non-painful touch.

He climbed into bed beside Credence, and stroked his dark hair. Credence clung to him, and Newt held him tight, wishing he could get him out of there.

He paused, then wrapped an arm around Credence’s side, taking Credence’s hand with his own, and carefully started to spell out a word.
‘C R E D E N C E”
“Newt.” Credence responded after a moment, sniffling a little. “I can read. I can… We can talk. If you do this.”

Newt shivered. This was the first thing that had gone in their favour. A way to talk despite the silence that had been enforced upon him. There were so many things he wanted to say to him.
“WE WILL SURVIVE.” Newt spelt out firmly, even though he didn’t believe his words. Credence crumpled into his arms, and Newt held him tight until the door opened.

The man masquerading as the director frowned.
“You silly boy.”
Credence sprung from the bed as though he had been struck, what little colour there was in his face draining away.
“No pets on the furniture-“ The pretender raised his wand, pushing Credence out of the way and then lashing out with his wand. Newt was thrown from the bed and slammed into the wall behind, whimpering silently at the pain in his head.

Credence was taken from the room and Newt was left with his thoughts and the bruises forming across his back from where he had hit the wall. He made his way to the side of the bed furthest from the door, hiding out of sight while he tried to get his breath back under control.

He was woken from sleep when he heard two sets of footsteps approach. Credence lay down on the bed, and then after a few moments the bed sunk down further. Newt realised what was happening a few moments before it began, the sound of the bedsprings squeaking and breath coming in short pants. Newt looked up to see that Credence’s hand had fallen over the edge of the bed.

Newt reached for it, and felt Credence’s fingers clutch at his own, an anchor point. There was a groan, and Credence clung tighter, shivering a little. Newt held his hand in return.

That night the man who wasn’t Graves didn’t leave. He stayed in bed with Credence once the act was over, and Newt lay on the floor, holding Credence’s hand. He didn’t sleep. He was staying with Credence tonight, doing what he could to keep him safe. It wasn’t enough.

Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (9/15)

[(Anonymous)]

It is heartbreaking that for all that Newt was in the same room this time, the only thing he could do was provide comfort through that little touch.

Thanks for the update!

Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (9/15)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! And you are welcome... Newt is there but he's still not sure how to get them out of this

Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (9/15)

[(Anonymous)]

This part made me cry. Of course Grindelwald would try to get more than a blowjob from Credence, that asshole. At least Newt was somehow able to comfort Credence. I want to hug both of them so much; did Grindenwald say something to Credence, when he came for him second time, which made Credence let Grindelwald touch him more?
Now Newt knows that Graves isn't Graves, but what is he going to do? I wonder if Grindelwald slips again, letting Newt realize who he really is.

Thank you for this story. I can't wait to read more!

Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (9/15)

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you! I'm glad you are enjoying it - If it helps, I can promise that in chapter 11 onwards things start to look up. Grindelwald didn't say anything explicit - he knows he has power over Credence and just a glance towards Newt will be enough to persuade him.