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FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 20/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-13 05:06 am (UTC)(link)___________________________________________
Having permission to touch Credence was torturous in ways Graves hadn’t anticipated. His fabled self-control utterly failed him; he hadn’t had this much trouble keeping his hands off of someone since he was a callow youth just discovering all the ways other people liked to be touched. It would have been embarrassing, if Credence didn’t seem to be having the exact same problem. He reached for Graves almost as often as Graves reached for him, and frequently initiated the sort of necking Graves hadn’t done since he was a teenager.
The next week passed almost like a honeymoon – a strange one, to be sure, punctuated by Credence’s morning sickness and magic lessons. They rarely got out of bed, except for food. If he’d given it any thought, Graves would’ve said it was the sort of honeymoon he preferred. Why bother traveling anywhere if you were just going to spend all your time in bed? His own bed would have been even better, but they did well enough on their cot.
Maybe Credence would want to travel. Graves suspected he wouldn’t mind traveling somewhere if it was what Credence wanted.
“Do you like traveling?” he asked.
“I’ve never been outside of New York,” Credence said.
Graves put show Credence the world on the Credence-specific list of things he was going to do once they were free.
“Why?” Credence asked. “Do you like traveling?”
Graves pulled Credence into his lap, because Credence liked being able to ride him, pressing reverent kisses against Graves’ mouth while Graves rocked into him, careful and slow. It was Credence’s second-favorite position, after being laid out flat on his back where Graves could cover him completely, like a shield.
Credence sank down on his cock with a blissful smile and a pleased shudder, hiding his face against Graves’ shoulder.
“I usually travel for work,” Graves said honestly. “But it would be nice to see London again. I’ve never seen London, when it wasn’t at war, but everyone says it’s worth seeing.”
“We could visit your friends,” Credence said.
“We could,” Graves said, tilting his hips to hit Credence’s sweet spot.
“Oh, God,” said Credence, gripping Graves’ shoulders hard enough to bruise.
“There?” Graves asked.
“Oh, God,” Credence said again. “You feel so good.” He cried out on the next stroke in, and the one after that, gratifyingly noisy. He got even louder when Graves wrapped a hand around his cock, coming with something almost like a shout.
“Fuck,” said Graves, because orgasm made the hot tight clutch of Credence’s body go even tighter. “Want me to stop?”
Credence shook his head. “I like it when you finish inside me.”
Graves rolled them over so he had better leverage. He kept his thrusts careful and slow, enjoying the way Credence went boneless beneath him. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said, mouthing the words into Credence’s neck. “You’re lovely and clever and kind.”
“And yours,” Credence said firmly.
“And mine,” Graves agreed, spilling into Credence with a breathless laugh. He got them separated and cleaned up and flopped back on the cot, dragging Credence in close. He stroked up and down Credence’s back, just because he could, and Credence arched into it with a contented sigh.
“Percival?”
“Hm?”
“Talk to me?”
“About what?” Graves asked, concerned. Was Credence upset?
“Anything,” said Credence. “I like your voice.”
Graves had to kiss him for that. Credence was getting better about expressing his preferences. The man he’d be once he was more comfortable in his own skin was an incredible one.
“When we get out of here,” Graves began, the way he would have said once upon a time if he’d been telling a story to Lance, “I’m going to introduce you to Dorothy Collins. I think you’ll like her. She’s got a kind heart, like you, and she’s married to one of my team.”
“I’ve heard that name before,” Credence said.
“Grindelwald made some very unsubtle threats about Collins and his wife,” Graves said, trying not to scowl at the memory. No one got to threaten his team, or their loved ones. Part of him wanted to make Grindelwald hurt for even thinking it, and the rest of him just wanted the bastard dead. It was a lot harder for the dead to hurt the living, and Grindelwald was too dangerous to risk the possibility of escape.
Credence nudged him in the ribs. “Are you thinking about Mr. Grindelwald?”
“How did you know?”
“You get all rumbly when you think about Mr. Grindelwald.” Credence made a sound Graves thought was meant to be a growl, if it hadn’t been so fucking cute. “Grr.”
“Huh,” Graves said, bemused. “Alright then.” He made himself stop thinking about Grindelwald. “Back to Dorothy. She works part time as a seamstress. She’s quite good.”
“What does she look like?” Credence asked.
Graves thought about that. “Strawberry blonde hair, done up in curls. It’s about chin length, I think? Hazel eyes. She’s maybe five feet tall? Curvy, in that way that makes men idiots.” He made a vague hourglass figure with his hands. “And sweet. Dorothy’s got the sort of innate goodness that just shines through. She’s the sort of person you could trust with any secret.”
If you weren’t her husband’s boss, at any rate. Dorothy was much too young and much too sweet for Graves to exchange confidences with, but he hoped Credence would be able to.
“Dorothy does a lot of charity work, when she isn’t working as a seamstress or being the kind of homemaker that only exists in magazines. Volunteering, making knit items for orphans and the like. She’s a phenomenal cook. You should see the sack lunches Collins comes in with.”
“Do you want her to teach me?” Credence asked. “I don’t know how to cook much besides gruel, but I can learn.”
Graves blinked. “Only if you want to learn.”
“I want to be useful to you,” Credence said.
“You don’t need to be useful to me,” Graves said, frowning. This was Healer-Legilimens territory.
“I want to be your partner, not your dependent,” Credence said firmly. “You do so much for me. You protect me, and you’re teaching me magic – you take care of me. I want to be able to take care of you, too. I already know how to clean, so I can at least keep your house, but I’d like to be able to cook for you, too.”
Maybe it wasn’t Healer-Legilimens territory after all. Graves couldn’t tell. This was why he wanted Credence to talk to a Healer-Legilimens in the first place.
“Only if you want to learn,” he reiterated. “Mostly, I was hoping Dorothy could explain what it’s like, being an Auror’s spouse. It’s hard, caring for someone whose job frequently puts them in danger. It’s good to have a support network.”
Credence went very still. “An Auror’s spouse?”
“Er,” said Graves. “Shit. Yes? I was going to ask you, once we were free. I was going to do something romantic. Don’t ask me what – I’m still working out the details.”
He was actually planning on outsourcing that question to his team, which was an absolutely terrible fucking idea. Collins would offer up something terribly sweet and earnest that Graves – sarcastic bastard that he was – would be completely incapable of pulling off. Summersea might have more useful advice, but it would be accompanied with a flat, extremely judgey expression that suggested this was not something Graves ought to have been outsourcing. He would be right about that, too. And Hughes … well Hughes would probably tell him to do more or less what he’d just done, although she’d phrase it in the most vulgar way possible just to make Collins squawk with indignation. He could practically hear her now: Screw him senseless and then pop the question. Orgasms make everybody agreeable, boss, it’s a scientifically proven fact.
“Er,” Graves said again. “Unless you don’t want to be married?”
“No,” Credence blurted. “I do! I just – you really want to marry me?”
“Of course I do,” Graves said. “You’re magnificent. Any man would be lucky to have you. You’re mine and I’m yours, remember? Getting married would just make it official.”
Credence kissed him. “You’re mine,” he said, low and possessive. “My Percival, forever.”
“Forever sounds like a good place to start,” Graves agreed, happier than he could remember being. For the first time in nearly two months of captivity, all the rage and simmering resentment he felt at being caged melted away. This moment would be the one he remembered, when he needed to cast a patronus. This moment and Credence were all he needed.
*
It was too good to last. Of course it was too good to last, because Gellert fucking Grindelwald enjoyed ruining everything he touched. He flung the basement door open and stomped down the stairs, still wearing Graves’ face, his expression dark.
“Come here, Percival,” he said.
Graves lifted his eyebrows. “Out of polyjuice?” he inquired.
Grindelwald bared his teeth. “No,” he said. “I don’t want to upset Credence, not in his condition. Come here, Percival.”
Ah. It was extended torture time. Lovely.
Graves pressed a kiss to Credence’s temple. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.
“Why?” Credence asked. “Where are you going?”
Graves avoided Credence’s attempt to catch his wrist and stepped through the barrier to his cell. It felt like being stung with fire ants, which was just Grindelwald being petty. It was possible to pass through the barrier without pain, but pain was the only thing on today’s menu.
“Percival, please,” Credence said, rushing into the barrier. He cried out when he hit it. “Please, come back.”
Fuck. He’d hurt himself, or the child, if he wasn’t careful.
Graves let go of the spell he’d readied and turned back to Credence. “It’s alright, darling, I’ll be fine. Wait for me, okay? I’ll be right back. Try to stay calm. Getting upset is bad for the baby. Just wait for me, and everything will be fine.”
“Percival, please,” Credence begged.
Graves forced himself to turn his back on Credence.
Grindelwald hit him with petrificus totalus before Graves could ready an attack of his own. He floated Graves up the stairs and into the house, setting Graves down in what used to be the smaller guest room. The furniture was gone, and there was a map of New York on the wall alongside dozens of photos. It was the sort of Investigation Board Graves himself would have set up, although he would’ve done so in his study. Grindelwald was clearly looking for something.
What the hell, Graves thought. What could Grindelwald be looking for? Graves had assumed that Grindelwald had come to America to spread his poison. If Grindelwald was looking for something, that changed everything.
“Why,” Grindelwald demanded, “Does the Spell Contraventions Map not track anything useful?”
It tracks illegal spells, Graves wanted to tell him. That seems pretty useful to me.
Grindelwald didn’t want an answer, though. He just wanted someone to hurt.
“You Americans are so short-sighted. You track spells and nothing of use. No creatures, no beings of pure magic. Useless!” Grindelwald hissed. “Crucio.”
Getting hit with the Cruciatus Curse while Petrified was fucking awful. Graves’ muscles wanted to go tense and couldn’t, and he couldn’t scream or make any noise at all. He lost track of how long Grindelwald kept the spell on him, because his whole world shrank down into bright, unending pain. He would’ve sobbed for breath, if he could have.
His inability to produce a reaction irritated Grindelwald, who removed the petrificus totalus for a petrificus partialus and the Tell No Tales curse wizarding criminals liked to use on their snitches. Graves gagged around the feel of phantom thorns in his mouth, feeling them cut into his cheeks and his tongue.
“Crucio,” Grindelwald said again.
Graves thrashed weakly, which was the best he could manage under petrificus partialus. He tried to scream and gagged up blood and saliva.
The pain made it hard to concentrate. Casting finite incantatum was out of the question, as was casting anything else. Graves tried to push through it and failed.
Grindelwald relented after what felt like forever. Graves sucked in lungfuls of air through the blood in his mouth and reached for the core of his magic.
Graves had never met anyone aside from his nephew Arthur who shared his easy, instinctive talent for wandless, wordless magic. Most wizards could cast a wandless spell under duress, but they still needed to speak the spell out loud to make it work. Graves didn’t have that problem. His ability to cast spells wasn’t dependent on his ability to move or speak.
Dilaceratio, he thought, pouring every bit of rage he’d stored for the last two months into the spell.
The Slashing Hex caught Grindelwald across his chest and flung him into his Investigation Board.
Finite incantatem, Graves thought, and felt the thorns in his mouth vanish. Finite incantatem! He could move now, weakened by the pain but still mobile.
“Oh, Percival,” Grindelwald sighed, rising up utterly unharmed. There was a rent in his clothing, but his skin was untouched. “You really shouldn’t have done that.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, Graves thought. The bastard had a shield charm. A powerful one, from the looks of it, created by a wizard who knew what he was doing and cared for Grindelwald enough to warp pure magic to keep Grindelwald safe from harm.
Incarcerus, Graves thought. He made it through the first syllable of the handcuff spell before Grindelwald hit him with the Cruciatus again. Graves screamed until his voice went hoarse and kept screaming inside of his head.
Eventually, Grindelwald got bored with his silent screaming and flung Graves into the walls. Graves crashed into them, his head snapping against a supporting beam beneath the drywall.
Everything went black after that.
Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 20/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-13 11:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 20/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)Grindelwald's going to be pretty busy with Other Evil Machinations, so the boys will at least get some peace and quiet for a little bit. ;)
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy the next part.
Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 20/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-13 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: "Nothing Shall Be Impossible" Part 20/? - Grindelwald + Graves/Credence Breeding Program
(Anonymous) 2017-02-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)