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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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FILL: Pure
(Anonymous) 2017-03-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Well, Percival wasn’t going to get anything else done until the last unicorn was brought in so he might as well check on the two of them. Last he heard they were out in Central Park. He apparated nearby and started walking. It took some searching but he finally found the two of them staring into a thick group of trees looking frustrated.
“Goldstein, Scamander, what’s the problem?”
The two of them turned to him. “Director. This one seems more skittish than the others. Netw’s having trouble getting close. It’s hurt and stressed.”
“To put it bluntly, Mr. Graves, we need- ah, a specific kind of lure to bring it out. I’m just not sure where to find one.”
Before Percival could respond the unicorn came limping out of the trees and heading straight for Percival. The poor creature looked strung out and terrified but it limped right up to Percival, keeping the Director between it and the other two wizards before pushing its head against Percival’s shoulder, resting there and letting out a great whuff of air. Percival froze, suddenly completely out of his element. But the poor creature was hurt and he could feel it trembling so he brought up a hand to gently stroke the silky mane and the unicorn relaxed a little more, moving to lean against the confused wizard.
Looking up, Percival noticed Newt staring at him in confusion and growing interest. He didn’t know if he was entirely comfortable with that look.
“Well, Mr. Scamander, now what?”
“Oh, yes, right. See if you can get him into my case and we’ll bring him back to MACUSA.”
Percival raised an eyebrow. “And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that?”
“Ask him nicely, of course.”
Newt busied himself with setting his case down and opening it up, keeping an eye out for any creatures (Niffler) who may try to take this opportunity to go exploring (stealing). Percival waiting until the case was open before turning his attention back to the unicorn.
Feeling rather self conscious, he addressed the unicorn. “How about it, will you get in the case?”
The unicorn just pressed himself tighter against Percival. He grew a little bolder and brought both hands up, trying to soothe the distraught creature.
“You’re safe now, we’re going to bring you back to your herd. Nothing will hurt you, I promise.”
The unicorn gave a shudder and dropped his head over Percival’s shoulder, stepping closer. Percival wrapped his arms around the creature’s neck in what he hoped was a comforting hug. He really wasn’t the right person for this job and looked helplessly to the expert.
Newt was looking at the two of them fondly. “I think if you promise to remain in the case with him, he’ll be more willing to go in.”
“Would that help? I’ll be happy to go in with you and stay until you’re back with your herd.”
The unicorn pulled away enough that he could nuzzle against Percival’s shoulder again before turning and awkwardly leaping into the case. Percival followed, not wanting to break his promise. He could get answers from Newt later.
Newt followed them down into the case and it closed behind them, Percival figured Golstein was carrying them all back to headquarters. The unicorn was at his side as soon as he was out of the hut.
“Mr. Graves, if you’ll lead our guest over to the forest habitat, I’ll bring some supplies to see to his injuries. See if you can get him sitting down, the poor dear’s exhausted.”
The rest of the short trip back to MACUSA was occupied with Newt treating the unicorn’s injuries while it leaned against Percival. Well, leaned against him as much as it could without them both toppling over.
When they heard the knock on the case Newt climbed out first and then beckoned Percival and the unicorn. Goldstein had brought them right to the herd and the unicorn, after giving Percival one last nuzzle, happily reunited with his family. Percival was about to turn to leave when one of the unicorns cantered up to him and nuzzling his hair. It was soon followed by another, and another, until he was in the middle of the entire herd.
He certainly hoped these creatures were very aware of where their horns were.
He, again, didn’t have a clue what to do and looked for Newt and Goldstein. His auror looked like she was torn between laughing at him and cooing at him, wisely declining to do either. Newt looked bemused.
“Scamander, what in the name of Merlin is going on here?”
Newt did let out a chuckle. “They’re thanking you, Director.”
“And what and I supposed to do?”
“Enjoy it?”
Percival sighed and reached out to pet the closest unicorn. It was rather nice. The creatures were gentle and their coats impossibly soft. He showed a little attention to each one and they started wandering off until he was alone with Newt and Goldstein. The unicorn from the park had been the last to go and he had been a little sad to see him go.
They left and returned to his office to finish the last of the paperwork for the herd. It didn’t take long and as soon as it was done Goldstein took her leave. Percival turned to Newt and finally asked the question that had been at the front of his mind since the unicorn had limped out of the forest.
“Are you going to tell me what that was all about? Why did the unicorn come to me and not you?”
Newt wouldn’t meet his eyes and Percival was fairly certain the man was blushing. “Well, you know the old stories about unicorns being lured out by hunters when they tied a virgin to a tree? These days those stories are translated into the lure being pure of heart, which is true. Unicorns have an innate ability to sense a person’s intentions and-”
Percival interrupted the magizoologist gently. “As fascinating as that is, it’s late and I’m tired. Perhaps I can hear the full lecture tomorrow?”
“Oh, right, of course. Well, to get to the point, the old stories weren’t entirely wrong. Unicorns do prefer virgins.”
Graves sat very still for a moment before a blush spread over his cheeks. A shadow fell over his desk and looking up, he found Newt very close.
“Now, there is certainly nothing wrong with being a virgin, or not being one for that matter. But I have to admit, I find it surprising that a man as attractive as you wouldn’t have found a partner by now.”
Percival felt his blush deepen against his will. Newt moved in closer, leaning on the armrests of Percival’s chair and looking the older man right in the eye. Percival froze, watching Newt slowly close the distance between them until their lips touched.
The kiss was gently, sweet even. When Newt pulled away he was smiling and still making eye contact.
“Should you ever want to change the status of your virginity, I would be happy to be of assistance.”
Then with another smile and quick kiss Newt left a dazed and smiling Percival to finish up his paperwork.
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Author's note: I'm asexual and don't know how to flirt so forgive me if this is woefully unrealistic
Re: FILL: Pure
(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 02:10 am (UTC)(link)- Funkspiel
Re: FILL: Pure
(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Pure
(Anonymous) 2017-03-27 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)Now on AO3
(Anonymous) 2017-04-02 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Pure 2
(Anonymous) 2017-04-02 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day Percival decided to go visit the unicorns instead of taking a lunch break. It was peaceful in the enchanted meadow and today Percival had some time to marvel at it. It was definitely a step up from how they previously held rescued magical creatures and Newt was the one to thank. He certainly had a talent for creating habitats.
As soon as he stepped inside there was a happy whinny, like the sound of tinkling bells and the unicorn from the night before cantered over to him, still limping a little but generally looking miles better. He barely had enough time to brace himself before he was being nuzzled enthusiastically.
The laugh he lets out startles him.
A couple more unicorns come over and under the onslaught of affection he topples over, gracelessly, landing in a heap. The unicorn he is starting to think of as his lays down, curling around him like he was a foal and nibbled on his hair. He manages to pull himself into a somewhat less pathetic sprawl and leaned back against the magical creatures. A foal, not more than a few days old, tottered over and cuddled up in his lap.
Percival turned a little to his unicorn. “Is… is this your son?”
His unicorn, (did the creature have a name?) sort of shook his head. “Younger brother then?” And that got him a nod. The baby was adorable, all gangly legs and a horn just starting to grow. He was already falling asleep as Percival gently stroked his fuzzy mane.
He should have brought them some treats. What were proper treats for a unicorn? Could unicorns this young eat treats? He’d have to make sure to read the chapter on unicorns in Newt’s book later and find out.
It was so peaceful and he felt safe. He was pleasantly warm with the two unicorns curled up around and on him. Percival didn’t mean to doze off. But he startled awake all the same when he heard a voice not to far away.
Newt had entered the field and was being swamped by a number of unicorns greeting him enthusiastically and he cringed. It’s not that he didn’t like spending time with Newt but after last night he didn’t have a clue how to react to the younger man. He could feel his cheeks growing hot at the memory.
The baby was still asleep in his lap and he couldn’t seem to force himself to wake the little thing so he was stuck here. As soon as Newt had greeted each unicorn he walked over to where Percival was sitting, an unbearably fond smile on his face.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Graves. I’m glad you had a chance to come visit.”
For a moment Percival felt his heart clench. Right, these unicorns needed to be found a home, a real home, and the sooner the better for them.
“We think we’ve found the perfect place, actually. I’m told it’s ‘upstate’ whatever that means. I was hoping I could get a volunteer from the herd to come with me to check it out. If it’s acceptable, we can put the charms and wards on it today and they can move to their new home tomorrow.”
As he spoke a large stallion walked up next to Newt and nosed his case.
“Ah, a volunteer, excellent.” Newt put his case down and opened it up. “In you hop.”
But the unicorn tosses his mane and looked pointedly at Percival.
“Did… did I do something wrong, Mr. Scamander?”
“No…” Newt turned to the unicorn. “Do you want Mr. Graves to come with us?”
The unicorn shook his head and stamped one silver hoof.
“Oh! You want Mr. Graves to stay and watch over the herd while you’re away.” That got him an exaggerated nod, as if the unicorn was humoring a slightly slow human.
“I have work to do, the pile of paperwork on my desk seems to double every day. I can send a couple aurors down to watch over them. Tina would be happy to do so.”
Suddenly the eyes of every unicorn in the place were on him and Percival couldn’t tell if they were pleading or accusing. His unicorn looked like he was about to cry. Could unicorns cry?
Newt had the audacity to *laugh* at him. “I’d be happy to fetch some paperwork for you to do here, Director. And I’ll let TIna know where you are in case you’re needed.”
Percival *wanted* to stay. Very badly in fact. So he didn’t bother arguing. He didn’t expect to get much work done but if the unicorns would be gone tomorrow he’d enjoy their company as long as he could.
“If… if they want me to stay, I will.”
His unicorn nuzzled his cheek happily and the little one in his lap shifted around to cuddle even closer.
“Back in a tick.” Newt latched his case but left it where it was on the ground before taking off to fetch the promised paperwork. He returned with an armful and Percival suddenly wondered if Newt had ever done paperwork in his life. The amount he brought would take him days to go through. Well, at least he’d have a choice.
The rest of his day was spent right where he was, cuddling with unicorns while he guided an enchanted pen to fill out one form or another. Some of these were nearly a year old, had just been sitting on his desk while Grindelwald mucked around with his department. He almost didn’t notice the enchanted meadow moving from day to night as the gentle glow from the unicorn he was still leaning against was enough to see the paper by.
The baby had napped with him for a while before running off to chase a butterfly and be fed by his mother before stumbling back, tired from playing and fell asleep in Percival’s lap again. Percival had no idea what time it was when Newt finally returned, opening his case so the unicorn could leap out.
“It was perfect! We managed to get everything set up and we can bring the herd there tomorrow. They’ll love it, it has a beautiful meadow, a forest, and a lake.”
Percival must have looked a little sad because Newt crouched down right in front of him.
“Mr. Graves, you do know you will be welcome to visit them anytime you wish, right?”
He looked up at Newt in surprise. “Really?”
“Of course, you’ve been adopted as part of the herd. They would probably never forgive you if you didn’t visit.” Percival couldn’t stop the wide smile. When exactly had he become so bad at keeping his feelings under control?
Suddenly Newt looked nervous. “And, ah, I was wondering, since you’ve not had dinner, would you like to? With me, I mean?”
And now Percival was blushing. Again. Mercy Lewis.
He used every bit of undercover training he had and pulled himself together. “I would be honored, Mr. Scamander.”
Newt gave him his own brilliant smile. “Wonderful! And you can call me Newt, at least when we’re both off the clock as it were. May I call you Percival?”
He could only nod as he gently shifted the baby unicorn off his lap and struggled to his feet. His legs had gone quite numb and he stumbled right into Newt’s arms. He was suddenly acutely aware that the younger man was taller and far stronger than he looked. Ah, there was that blush again.
And Newt wasn’t letting him go, instead he seemed to be pulling him closer, smile softening and… oh.
This kiss was just as gentle as the previous ones had been but being in Newt’s arms made a bit of difference. He wrapped his own around Newt’s shoulders and hung on for dear life. He had no idea what he was doing but Newt didn’t seem to mind so he just went with it.