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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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FILL part 2: jacob, queenie, tina, newt (gen) jacob protection squad
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)------
Sometimes, when he was dreaming, Jacob remembered a soft voice and curly gold hair, and he knew she was for him. Sometimes he even remembered how her lips felt pressed against his, which was ridiculous. Why'd a girl like that want to be kissing him, anyway?
But he always wound up looking over her shoulder, looking for a blue coat with legs and a suitcase.
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Kowalski Bakery had been open for three months and already Jacob had a loyal crowd. Parents brought their children in after school for the niffles with their candied fruits spilling out from their ‘pouches’. The delicately coiled occamys, feathered with spun sugar, were his most-ordered when it came to special occasions. He was even considering hiring a second employee, they were doing so well, though he’d decided it would be best to wait another few months to see if business stayed steady before jumping in.
Jacob made change for Ruth Bauer and paused to chat with her for a bit, keeping one eye and one ear out for the remaining few customers in the store. There were a couple boys, probably teenaged, and that beautiful blond in a pink coat was back, trailing her fingers over the glass of one of the display cabinets. Jacob loved it when she came in. They'd smile at each other and she'd giggle like they shared a secret and one of these days Jacob was going to talk to her for real.
One of the boys suddenly grabbed at a handful of cream-filled triumpents, sending several of them flying off their display, and shoved them into his pockets as he started quickly for the door.
“Hey!” Jacob shouted, interrupting Ruth’s story about her son Melvin and causing her to startle. She whipped around to watch as the boy seized the door handle. Jacob reached out helplessly and hurried to get out from behind the counter. “Hey now! Come back here!”
It was useless; he’d never get out in time to-
The boy was just making a run for it outside the bakery when he tripped and fell face-first into the left display window. Jacob stopped nearly as abruptly, blinking rapidly, and found himself looking around the ground. What on earth had the kid even tripped on?
The blond went out. Jacob watched her bend over the boy and help him up, pulling him back into the bakery. Ruth grabbed Jacob's arm and clucked her tongue at the boy. “A shanda! Shanda! Stealing from a good man, may this be a weight on your head!”
“Here, honey,” said the blond, removing the triumpents from his pockets. “He’s very sorry, I’m sure. And ashamed. He’ll never do it again. And his friend won't get any ideas to try.”
Jacob patted Ruth’s hand in what he hoped was a comforting manner. It wasn't like he couldn't afford to give a hungry kid a pastry or two, but he also couldn't afford to have his pastries and displays smashed up. If he got a reputation for being an easy place to steal from- or worse, for violent robbery- nobody would come back. He drew himself to his full height and tried to loom over the kid.
“Yeah? Never do it again, eh?”
“No, sir, never again,” said the boy quickly. He squirmed as thought something was digging into her a back. “I promise.”
“Fine then,” Jacob decided. “Next time I see you in here you better be paying for something.”
“Yes sir.”
The blond let the boy go and he dashed out. Jacob raised an eyebrow at the remaining boy, who stood as if he'd been paralyzed in place. Jacob could sympathize with that feeling, but he nonetheless pointed his finger at the kid’s chest.
“You keep your nose clean, kid, and we’ll be just fine.”
The other boy slumped out of his shocked stance and nodded rapidly. “Sir, yes sir, absolutely.”
He was gone in a flash, though the bells above the door echoed for several more seconds. Ruth shook her head. “Someone needs to see their rabbi.”
Jacob chuckled. If he was part of the lower east congregation, Rabbi Bernstein would certainly keep them out of further trouble. He turned to the blond to thank her - maybe he'd really talk to her this time.
She was gone.
Ruth didn't seem to notice, busy picking up the fallen triumpents. Jacob scurried over, bending to help, “Ruth, Ruth, stop, let me, you'll put out your back!”
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There were strange situations, Jacob decided, and then there was this. He couldn’t even really quantify what ‘this’ was. It was just. This. A large sort of a… a hippopotamus? Or a rhinoceros? Or a cross between those, but with tentacles for a mouth and a lot of ridges over its head and horns that Jacob did not want to get intimate with.
Unfortunately he’d walked himself directly into an alley, and it was night, and there weren’t many people out this late.
If Jacob hadn’t been flat on the ground, with the cold cobblestones of downtown New York digging into his back, he might have thought he was dreaming about one of his pastries coming to life, but even at their most real his dreams weren’t like this.
He could never feel his dreams breathing after all, and this creature was definitely breathing on him. It was also squealing and snorting and Jacob thought it sounded happy but what did he know about happy tentacle rhinos? At least it wasn’t stomping on him. It was almost like it was waiting for something. For Jacob.
“O-okay,” Jacob started. He hoped he sounded soothing. Maybe it would let him sit up? “Niiiiiiice rhino-hippo.”
The tentacle rhino wiggled its face as Jacob pushed himself up inch by inch. His eyes never left the horns. “Good rhino-hippos don’t want to eat me, right?”
“Newt!” hissed a lady’s voice.
It was a very New York voice, coming from somewhere behind the tentacle rhino. It sounded familiar, but Jacob was too busy trying not to make a sudden move to try and place it. It also sounded very exasperated when it spoke again.
“Do you know how many laws this is breaking? Of all of ‘em you let the graphorn out?”
“I-I didn’t let her out!” That was a voice with a funny accent, presumably answering the New York voice. “I mean I mostly didn’t. I was just giving her a bath. She got very excited- have you ever tried to tell an excited graphorn they can’t go out?”
“Why was the case open?” asked New York.
It sounded like they were coming closer. Jacob turned his head a little and considered calling out, but then rhino moved closer and he snapped his mouth shut. Somewhere off in the distance there was a popping noise.
“I do like to let in light and fresh air when I’m there you know,” Accent said.
“Mr. Scamander what is going on?” asked a third voice. Male, gravelly, quite self-assured. It almost masked a second popping noise.
“Queenie!” New York hissed, “What’re you doing here?”
“He started thinkin’ about tentacles and rhinoceroses so I thought he needed help. What’re you all doing here?”
Jacob frowned. He hadn’t heard anyone else’s footsteps approaching. Where were all these people needed coming from? Why did this one sound exactly like the beautiful blond from his bakery? Why was the tentacle rhino touching him with a mouth feeler?
Jacob turned his head to the side and shut his eyes tightly against the familiar sensation.
...What?
“I have wards,” said New York. Someone scuffled their foot on the cobbles. “They tripped.”
“As did mine,” said Self-assured.
“Mr. Graves?”
That was Beauty from the bakery’s voice.
“Awww, Jacob, honey,” she sighed, “You’re always so sweet.”
“Queenie,” snapped New York.
“From what I’ve been told,” Self-assured broke in, “it seemed prudent to start keeping an eye on him. And from what I’ve seen he has a way of getting himself into situations, created by errant magizoologists or not so it seems that I was right to.”
“Again I ask, have you ever tried to stop an excited graphorn? It generally doesn’t work very well,” said Accent.
The tentacle was now three tentacles and Jacob thought they might have been licking him. Oh God - was he being tested for flavor? “H-hey out there!” he squeaked. “Um. Could one of you please call off the rhino?”
“Graphorn,” said Accent. “She’s just happy to see you.”
“NEWT!” three New York voices chorused.
“You and your backwards inter-magic laws,” muttered Accent.
Something was placed on the ground. Now he could hear feet again, and they were coming steadily closer. “Come on, then, Bridgit.”
Accent’s voice was actually kinda soothing, if Jacob thought about it. The tentacles slowly stopped licking at his face, and the creature whined.
“Yes, I know,” Accent said, “But you have to let Jacob down and come back in, please.”
The tentacle rhino- graphorn- took a step back. Jacob gulped down air and dared to open one eye, trying to see if the creature was really going away and get a look at his rescuers. Was Beauty really there?
The graphorn snorted a stream of air and reached its tentacles towards Jacob. A blue coat with legs pet the graphorn’s ridged neck soothingly, forehead pressed against it, sneaking glances in Jacob’s direction. Accent stood by a suitcase, which lay open on the ground. Jacob peeled himself from the wall and wondered what good that suitcase was supposed to do.
“I know you miss him,” said the Accent with the blue coat, “But we can’t. Come on, now, that’s a good girl.”
With a last stamp of a fore-leg and a pouty-sounding squeal, the graphorn dove directly into the suitcase. Jacob sucked in a sharp breath and was proud that he managed to stay upright. Blue coat closed the suitcase behind her and picked it up. He didn’t look at Jacob directly, staying in profile, though his face sort of tilted in Jacob’s direction. In the dim light of the alley his high cheekbones and gave him the look of someone not entirely human. Behind him stood the lady in the grey coat, the Beauty from the bakery, and the tall guy Jacob knew he’d seen in the hallway of his apartment building.
“Sorry,” said Accent, “We’re- they’re all missing you.” He glanced sharply over at the other three, then back in Jacob’s general direction. “Well. Anyway. Sorry.” He spun and started walking rapidly towards the mouth of the alley, head down and shoulders up rigidly around his ears.
“Newt...” New York started. She reached out and snagged Acc- Newt’s free hand. He stopped abruptly, though he didn’t turn around. New York looked distressed, darting glances back at Jacob. Jacob couldn’t figure out why- they were all strangers.
“Not while I’m still here, please,” said Accent- Newt? “I can’t watch it again.”
Again?
Tall and Self-assured- they’d called him Graves?- stepped forward and touched Newt’s shoulder. Newt’s shoulders slumped. Jacob found himself taking a step forward without meaning to. He wanted to make that slump go away.
Queenie put her hand out in a silent stay back. Her other arm was wrapped around Tina’s shoulder.
Wait. What?
He’d never asked for Queenie’s name before. He’d not really met Tina. So how did he know their names? Why did he have a pastry of the graphorn in his shop?
Queenie looked over at Jacob with wide, hopeful eyes. “What was that, honey?”
Now everyone but Newt was looking at him, though Newt was so tense it made Jacob’s muscles hurt in sympathy. Graves had a small frown tugging at his lips and Tina looked a bit like she wanted to faint.
“I’ve seen her before,” Jacob said, staring at the back of Newt’s head. “The graphorn. She was... littler. Younger?”
“Jacob- ” Tina started. Her eyes darted up at Graves.
“Where’s Pickett?” Jacob asked, ignoring her.
A little green head popped out from over Newt’s shoulder. Newt spun to face Jacob at last, knocking both Graves and Tina’s hand from his body. His eyes intently sought Jacob’s and their gazes locked. Pickett squeaked his annoyance but it went unheard. Jacob took a step forward, which Newt matched.
“You- Jacob...” Newt started.
“How about that?” Jacob laughed. “I remember.”
Re: FILL part 2: jacob, queenie, tina, newt (gen) jacob protection squad
(Anonymous) 2016-12-02 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL part 2: jacob, queenie, tina, newt (gen) jacob protection squad
(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)I, uh, also started to clean it up for posting on A03 last night and instead it... um, well, it kinda grew and now it's sort of stupidly long and has some new stuff.
If you're interested in reading like a fifth version (sorry! orz) it's here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8749258
Re: FILL part 2: jacob, queenie, tina, newt (gen) jacob protection squad
(Anonymous) 2016-12-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL part 2: jacob, queenie, tina, newt (gen) jacob protection squad
(Anonymous) 2016-12-06 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)