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ROUND 1
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Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 01:12 am (UTC)(link)The second time Newt wakes up, he's relatively clear-headed. His memories are fuzzy from anytime after he put up his shield, everything blurred by exhaustion and it takes him a moment to process everything he can suddenly see and feel. He sits up, the effort it takes is monumental, and he can't stop the panic that seizes him when he can't see his case anywhere in the room. The room is sparse enough that there's no where it could possibly hidden, and he realizes with a sinking feeling as he catches the new scent on his skin that his cases is mostly likely with that person, if it's still around at all. His stomach feels like lead at that last thought. His menagerie means everything to him, but he knows he's an outlier in that respect, and the thought of them being in someone else's hands is terrifying.
He can see a flash of blue in the corner of his eye, and a small hope blooms in him at the sight of his coat. He scrambles out of the bed, clutching at the bedside table when his knees buckle underneath him at first, and manages to reach his coat where its laying over the back of a chair. He runs his hand over each of the pockets, movements more and more frantic when there's no sign of movement at all. His fingers feel numb where they're gripping the wool, and the feeling seems to spread over him at the realization that whoever took his case took Pickett as well. 'My babies are gone,' he thinks dimly, 'I've failed them.' There's nothing he can do either, he confirms when slowly reaches up to try the doorknob and finds it locked, and with no wand - and oh, that's gone as well - he has no way out and no way of knowing where to start looking even if he did get out. He has no idea where is he; there's no windows in the room and while he can see a small wash room connected by another door that's ajar at the moment (and perhaps in other circumstances he'd be thankful for that) he's under no illusions that it will get him any closer to getting out.
Newt feels utterly helpless in that moment. He plans to just remain on the floor where he is, to give up and accept whatever comes next, but his gut clenches violently and he feels his face flush in shame when he realizes its the start of his preheat. If it wasn't enough to lose his babies to unknown means, in a few days he'll be helpless to his own body ('and anybody whose around when it starts', he thinks darkly).
He forces himself to stand, legs shaky and unsteady, and makes his way back to the bed. He falls back onto it, vaguely glad that while none of the blankets smell like him, at least they don't smell like the person who scented him while he was unconscious. The scent hits his nose again and his stomach rolls. It smells wrong in someway he can't identify, and he buries his face in the blankets again to help block it.
***
Goldstein had been underfoot most of the day, and Gellert is glad to finally be rid of her. For someone who was willing to turn the omega in, she's annoyingly protective of the redhead. While she never outright talked to him, he could feel her eyes on him all day whenever he wasn't Graves' office, and if it weren't for his need to keep his cover he would've taken care of her more directly. As it is, he ha to just ignore her and keep the rest of the department unsuspecting.
The house smells like distressed omega, is his first realization when he comes home, and he has to stop himself from immediately going to check on the man. As it is, he already forgoes 'visiting' Graves, he can take care of that later, but he does keep himself in check enough to go to his room and strip off the black coat he's wearing and lift the scent spell once again. He considers lifting the disguise as well, but ultimately decides against it. The omega knows him with this face so it will be easier to calm him, and once they're bonded he can revel himself and the omega wont have a choice but to accept him. He wraps a hand around the handle of the case and double checks the lock he put on it last night. It gleams even in the low lighting, and seems to have done its job thus far. Satisfied, he turns and heads over to go see his omega. There are some things they need to talk about
***
Sound wakes him up this time, and he sits up in time to see the door open and someone step through. His gaze focuses quickly on the case in his hands, and he can't tamp down the hope that fills him at the sight, even with the lock newly placed on it. He hears the person holding it chuckle lightly, and manages to tear his gaze away to concentrate on their face.
"You?" he manages, stunned at the sight. He vaguely remembers Percival Graves, both from stories his brother had told of his childhood penpal and his brief meeting with the director when his case had been first switched with Jacob's. There's something wrong, though, the same thing he had noticed during his first meeting as well. Newt remembers the gifts Theseus has been sent, and the way his brother's things had smelled when he returned from visiting, and this man in front of him smelled nothing like the unfamiliar but comforting scent he remembers (it hurts to think about Theseus right now, about the gentle way his brother had teased him when Newt had been caught in his room after he'd returned - a time that had lined up near perfectly with his own presenting - or about how Theseus had allowed him to sleep tucked into his side that night, wrapped in the scent of his brother and someone he'd never met but liked just because Theseus did).
"Not exactly, pet, but we can discuss that later," the alpha who looks like Percival Graves (but whose scent is still so fundamentally wrong to Newt's senses) sets the case down and approaches, "I believe we have more pressing matters at the moment."
As if in response, Newt's stomach clenches again and his skin feels hot and tight. His heat hasn't started yet, not really, just all the uncomfortable side-effects in preparation. Alpha hormones are supposed to help, he thinks, so it's no wonder they're skyrocketing at having an alpha so close but not touching him.
"I want to help you, you see. I can help make you feel better," the alpha says, cupping a hand against Newt's cheek. Even with the alpha's scent rubbing him the wrong way, the touch feels like a balm against his fevered skin and he hates himself a little more for leaning into the touch. "And I can let you see your babies again," the alpha (he can't think of him as Theseus' friend. He knows, somewhere inside him, that it's not) continues, stroking a finger against Newt's skin and he can't help how he shudders into the touch.
"You'd like to see them, wouldn't you?" He nods against the palm pressed to his face before he can think not too. He wants nothing more than to make sure they're safe, and knows no matter how much he would hate it, he would do anything the alpha requested to see them again. The alpha moves closer until his scent surrounds Newt, and the redhead finds himself manhandled onto the other's lap. The other man must have pulled up the chair at some point, or conjured up one, he isn't sure. His knees fall to either side of the alpha's hips, and he feels embarrassed at the position but the nearly full body contact causes him to collapse onto the other. There's another chuckle, and hands are suddenly kneading at his lower back, releasing tension he didn't know was there. It's enough to make him sigh into the alpha's neck, and the hands press harder into a tough spot until it gives and Newt gasps at the feeling.
"See, that feels better, doesn't it?" The voice is close to his ear, and it feels too intimate and he tenses back up. "None of that now, you were being so good just now." A hand slides up his back until it's cupping the back of his head, keeping him pressed close.
"Now," and the tone has changed, he vaguely recognizes, all business now. Everything's begun to feel hazy again, and he wants to fight it but there's no where to go and he wants to see his babies. If being good means he can do that, he can be good for now. "I know you have an obscurial in that case of yours. That muggle told us about it, and I want to know how you got it."
"It can't hurt anyone," he mumbles in reply, and the hands stop petting his back. "I tried- I wanted to save her, I did. I tried so hard, but it didn't work," his voice drops in shame, and he feels the hand on his neck tighten to an almost painful point. He swallows shallowly. "I thought if I could separate them, she would be okay. I was wrong." He doesn't have anything to prove to this alpha, but he finds himself tensing for his reaction anyway.
"So it's useless without a host. I need the child as well," the alpha mumbles and Newt startles. He wants to protest, to question why there would ever be a use for an obscurus, but the hands have started kneading again and he practically melts. His preheats have always been hard on his body, and the message feels amazing.
"You've been so helpful, pet. Such a wonderful omega. You've helped me out so much today, been so reasonable and perfect. I think you even deserve an award," the voice drops to nearly croon towards the end, the hands switching from massaging to just stroking his back and sides, rucking up his shirt to drift over bare skin. Newt's mortified to find he's hard, hips subconsciously pressing into the alpha's. He knows it's the preheat, he does. Knows he wouldn't be acting like this, so pliant and submissive otherwise. But it's hard, still, to not feel ashamed at his body's reaction.
The hands move back to their earlier position, one cupping his neck and the other against his lower back. The one on his back is urging his hips forward, gentle presses he can't help but follow.
"That's a good omega," the alpha murmurs, lips brushing over his neck, "just let go and feel good." He pants wetly against the alpha's skin, eyelids squeezed shut to keep in the tears he's horrified to find have pooled in his eyes. After what seems like both far too long and not nearly long enough, the alpha's quiet praises and encouragements never stopping, he comes with what feels like a sob. He's immediately re-positioned, cradled against the other man's chest while fingers brush the tears from his face. Dark eyes are staring down at him and everything feels wrong and his chest feels too tight to breath properly.
Everything dims for a bit after that, and when he comes back to himself he finds that he's been cleaned up and settled back into his nest. the case is on the floor by the bedside table, lock gone and note sitting on top of it.
I did say I would allow you to see them. I have something I need to take care of, so I'm letting you have this time with them. I expect you to come back when I return, I'll be gone approximately two hours.
The alpha's scent is still fresh in the room, and so he knows it can't have been too long since the note was left. Still, he wastes no time opening the case and climbing in.
The knock that resounds from outside the case comes too soon, and he nearly cries again when Pickett clings to him as he tries to remove the Bowtruckle. He manages, eventually, and takes a few moments to gather the blankets off the little cot in the shed. Another knock echos through the case, and he scrambles up unsteadily, clutching the blankets. He's worried the alpha will be angry and take it out on his babies, and he does look annoyed when Newt hesitantly opens the case, but his eyes soften at the blankets in his arms. Something inside him keens when the alpha shuts the case and locks it again, but he can handle it now. He knows what he needs to do to keep them safe, and while his stomach turns at the thought of doing it again, or doing anymore, he knows he can push through it for them.
The alpha pulls him close one last time, though at least the blankets in his arm keep some distance between them, and finally leaves the room and Newt can breath again.
***
It's hard to think through the pain, but Graves distantly wonders if this is Grindelwald's new way of torturing him, or if it's just an added bonus to the other wizard. He knew the moment the other alpha brought an omega in the house, the floorboards aren't the best quality and the omega's scent seeps through constantly. The scent is so good, it's a new kind of mind game. He wants, god dammit, and the inability to move, to go to the omega, to do anything at all in response, is, he can recognize, a special kind of pain.
It gets worse during the day, when the scent goes from warm and neutral to stressed and panicked. He wants to help, to sooth, but instead he's stuck in this basement with no other stimulation. He convinces himself this is the worst it can get, until he can hear the noises upstairs that indicate Grindelwald is home, and suddenly the omega's scent gets stronger, more upset, and then later he can smell arousal. The scent of distress doesn't lessen either, and the urge to go save the omega is enough that he can feel his fingers twitch in response and he's reminded again of just how useless he is in this damned basement.
There's the sound of a door opening and shutting upstairs, and he knows it's only a matter of time before he's left alone no longer. Something inside him calms, however, when the omega's scent goes back to soft and neutral. The basement door opens a few minutes later, and resigns himself to what's coming. The last thing he can think, before pain whites out his mind, is that for the first time since arriving something made the omega smell happy.
Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 01:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) OP
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 04:46 am (UTC)(link)This is amazing. don't worry about it being long; the more of your work the better!!
Suspicious Tina is the best Tina. And poor Newt (I need more) and poor Graves (I need more :p )
Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) FILLER
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) FILLER
(Anonymous) 2016-12-13 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)http://archiveofourown.org/works/8836231/chapters/20259742
I think so, but I'm worried that someone is copying your work so I wanted to double check.
Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) FILLER
(Anonymous) 2016-12-13 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) FILLER
(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 07:52 am (UTC)(link)Looking forward to reading more :)
Re: A/B/O – omega!Newt/alpha!Graves FILL (2/?) FILLER
(Anonymous) 2016-12-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)