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Fill: A Perfect Husband (Part 2/2)

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He reached across the table, taking Newt's wrist in his grip, and then apparated them home. That way, if Newt tried to attack, then no one in MACUSA would be at risk. Newt cringed for a moment, but then he stepped forwards, reaching for Percival's shirt buttons.
"No!" Percival snapped, and Newt reeled backwards as though he had been slapped. Percival gently took Newt's hand, guiding him to their couch and sitting him down. Newt sat, his knees drawn to his chest, the picture of dejected misery.

"Newt..." Percival said, trying to keep his voice as gentle and understanding as he could. "I think you need to tell me what's going on. Can you do that for me?"
Newt nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. He reached out for his husband's hand, and then seemed to think better of it. Percival caught Newt's hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it, feeling the scars that scattered the skin.

"I'm sorry." Newt began, and then swallowed. "I'm so sorry, I'll do better, I swear I will, I've been trying but this is just a start and when I know what you like it'll be easier and I'll be better and I'll... I'll do anything you want, anything at all just please... please don't send me away..." At the end of that outburst, tears were rolling down Newt's face.

Percival pulled Newt into his arms, embracing him tightly. Newt went limp against him, shaking feebly. Percival rocked him close for a few moments, waiting for Newt to speak, but it seemed he had exhausted himself with that one outburst. He pressed a kiss to Newt's forehead as he tried to work out what he could possibly say in response.

"I love you." He said softly after a few moments, his head still reeling. Newt's hands were clutching at his shirt, Newt's shoulder's trembling as more sobs rocked him. "I love you Newt..." He promised. "Is... is this all because I was at work the last few days?" Percival asked, trying not to sound too judgmental. It wasn't unknown for Newt to go off for a few days on travel to find some new creature. He hadn't thought Newt would mind, especially when he had been trying to keep in contact throughout.

Newt shook his head after a moment.
"You have work." He said softly, his voice only just audible. "You're an auror, you save people. I understand that, it's okay, that wasn't... it wasn't why I got upset-"
"What happened then?" Percival asked, rubbing his shoulders. He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, and passed it to Newt so that he could dry his eyes. Newt looked up at him fearfully, and Percival smiled as kindly as he could.

"I'm not going to send you away." He told him. "I love you Newt. I'm not angry, I'm just... I'm just worried about what's happening. This isn't... this isn't what you are normally like. You are my brilliant, eccentric husband. And that's the you I love. What's... what's made you try and change that?"

"I heard... when I went to visit you, I heard some of ... some of the others talking..." Newt mumbled, and Percival leaned in and kissed him. Newt seemed to find that reassuring, taking a couple of deep breaths before he carried on talking. "They said you… you deserve better and you do, you're the best man I ever-"
"Newt." Percival said, as firmly as he could. "You are perfect for me. I like the chaos you bring. You make my life interesting."

"Oh." Newt whispered. "They said you must be ...be getting tired of me, that you... that you'd end it. They didn't even realise I could hear, they..." He swallowed. "And they're right. You could do better, and I tend to be annoying, but I really... I really like you. I want to ... I want to stay. No matter what I have to do to stay here..."

"Can you be yourself?" Percival asked softly. "I love the real you, but this... this isn't you. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Newt blinked.
"But myself means I pay the creatures too much attention and I don't...I don't always want to do ... do bedroom stuff-"
"Newt." Percival grabbed his hand, overwhelmed for a moment with sheer relief that he had been too exhausted the previous night to take advantage of what Newt offered. "I don't want to have sex with you if you don't feel in the mood. I know you don't always want to. And that's okay. But please, please, don't ever have sex with me unless you want to. I couldn't stand that..."

Newt nodded slowly, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
"Was I...Was I overreacting?" He asked, and Percival nodded fondly and kissed his cheek.
"Just a little." He admitted. "But it's alright. We can sort this. I just want you, Newton Scamander, even when you drive me mad. Especially when you drive me mad. Now, lets get Pickett back where he belongs, and see how the creatures are.

"Pickett's mad at me." Newt admitted. Percival laughed fondly, and the two of them climbed down into the case. The niffler ran straight to Newt, climbing up into his arms, and Dougal walked over, embracing Newt's leg. All of the creatures seemed relieved to see him.
"When did you try and cut back?"
"The first day you didn't come home from work." Newt admitted, patting each creature and feeding them treats, talking to them the way he normally did. He looked happy. Percival smiled and kissed Newt's cheek.
"You're still not putting the graphorn in our bed, you hear me?"
"If you're sure. They really are quite sweet..." Newt murmured, sounding like himself again. Percival grabbed some pellets and went to feed the mooncalves, cheered by their happy little faces.

"Newt, can you tell me who spoke to you at work?"
"I didn't see their faces." Newt said quickly. Percival was fairly sure that it was a lie, but also knew that Newt was trying to keep them out of trouble.
"Alright." He sighed. "That's okay. I'll just remind my team how much I love my husband." He paused, seeing that the mooncalves were lined up behind him like ducklings. "Newt, the mooncalves are following me..."
"Sorry!" Newt raced over. "I think they've been getting lonely..." He patted each of the mooncalves in turn, and they stopped trailing Percival.

Percival kissed Newt once more.
"Come on, let's get our own food-"
"You ... you had work!" Newt realised, and Percival shrugged.
"I'm allowed the occassional afternoon off. Especially when my husband needs me."

Newt nodded, and headed to the steps, only for Dougal to tug on his arm and pull him towards the occamy nest.
"It's okay." Percival reassured him. "You see what's wrong, I'll make a start on dinner."
He noticed a very familiar figure sitting on one of the rungs of the ladder. Pickett's arm-branches were crossed, and his eyes were wide. It looked like he might have been crying.
"Hello..." Percival extended a hand to the bowtruckle, and Pickett quickly climbed on, nuzzling his hand in something close to affection. "I know. I know you've been missing Newt. He was silly. But he misses you too, so you can't sulk with him too much okay? You are one of his best friends, he couldn't stand it if you hated him."

Pickett tilted his head, and then nodded, jumping down from Percival's arm and running along the floor of the case. Percival clambered up the ladder, hoping that his words would be enough to calm things down and ensure that no one got any more upset. He thought he might just have managed to save the day. That thought made him smile as he reached the top of the ladder, trying to decide what to make for their meal. Leek and potato soup was one of Newt's favourites, so that and a quiche could be a sensible and reassuring meal for Newt. He smiled to himself as he lifted himself from the case, mentally cursing the difficulty he was faced with to squeeze himself through the narrow gap.

No sooner had he stepped foot outside of the case than a strong blast of magic knocked his feet from under him, sending him tumbling backwards towards a book case. He tried to scramble for his wand, but it was flicked from his hand. He had a moment of blind panic, trying to work out how anyone could possibly have got past the warding of the house, before he saw who it was that was standing facing him.

Theseus Scamander stalked across the room, his wand aimed at Percival's heart, eyes brilliant with fury.
"You utter bastard." He spat. "I trusted you. I gave you my blessing and you.... you monster."
Percival mentally cursed the fact Newt was still in the case. The war had taught him that if Theseus was angry, it was hard to calm him down. Theseus didn't get angry much. But worrying about his baby brother? That would be enough to push him over the edge into fury.
"I haven't hurt him Theseus." Percival said, hands held out to the sides, gaze down in an attempt to look non-threatening. Something about Theseus at that moment reminded him of the nundu, and Percival put into practice everything Newt had taught him about not presenting a threat. He wasn't sure if it would be enough.

"He wrote to me you know? After you'd left him at home for three days. He said he'd cleaned and tidied and was trying to... he was trying to get the creatures to follow a timetable. A timetable which didn't have space for any kind of affection. So that you wouldn't be angry. He said he'd been reading about… he said about "bedroom things" Perce. That was the exact phrase he used. The poor boy, my baby brother, he just wants to please you and..." Theseus reached into his pocket, and thrust a letter in Percival's face.

Percival took it, reading quickly. The first realisation he had was that tears had smudged the ink. The second was that he should have come home earlier.
Dear Theseus, Sorry to bother you. I don't think I'm doing very well. A lot of the aurors think I'm a complete failure as a husband, and Graves has been at work the past three days. I miss him. I've been reading about bedroom things, and I've cleaned and tidied the place completely, but he's still not home. I'm trying to be less trouble, and I've got the creatures learning a new timetable with twice daily feeds that I can fit around him. I'm sorry if I've already blown my chance with him, or if I fail to win him back. When he asks me to leave, can I please stay with you for a little while? I'm scared and I don't want to be on my own. I'm sorry if he sends me away. Love, always, Tadpole

"I had no idea." Percival said softly. "I didn't... didn't know he felt like that. We spoke. He's calmer-"
A light was glowing threateningly at the end of Theseus's wand. Percival tensed fearfully, only to see Newt climb from the case. Newt ran straight to his brother and embraced him tightly.
"Theese..."
"Tadpole." Theseus greeted him. "I hear that Perce's not kicking you out after all that dramatics?"
"I ... I don't think so. Sorry."
"It's no bother. I was already passing through." Theseus said quickly. Percival bit his lip to avoid pointing out how unlikely it was that Theseus had found himself casually passing through his house in New York. Newt at least seemed satisfied, cuddling his brother for a moment and then turning to Percival.

"I... I'm sorry."
"No apologies needed." Percival said. "But... please talk to me first next time? Before your brother comes here to threaten me."
"Theseus!" Newt reprimanded. Theseus didn't have the decency to look ashamed. Instead he hugged Newt and ruffled his hair. Pickett darted out of the way with an irritated squeak.
"I'm staying a few streets away for the next week. I had to come to New York for work, but I didn't want to be too close if you two were fighting. Or if you were working things out for that matter..." He smirked and Newt's freckles disappeared behind a blush. "Perce, you're taking both Scamander boys out for dinner tomorrow night." With that he disapparated, and Percival was left standing alone with Newt. He reached out and hugged him.
"Even with your brother being one of the most terrifying men I have ever met, I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

Newt answered him with a gentle kiss.
(AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10735236)

Re: Fill: A Perfect Husband (Part 2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

awwww. that was lovely. thanks for writing and sharing!