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Credence/Newt/Percival: Arranged Marriage, Credence and Newt stunned when Percival Bottoms for them
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Imagine their shock when Percival comes into the bedroom and gives them a warm smile before asking who wants to go first in taking him. Up to filler who gathers their courage and agrees to Percival first, but either way, Percival gently and patiently guides that husband and rides him with the other husband watching in awe. Then Percival, showing a great deal of stamina does the same with the other husband. By the next morning, Newt and Credence are no longer terrified, and actually quite pleased with the turn of events, while Percival sets about pampering his new husbands further with breakfast in bed.
When Newt and Credence's families see how happy Newt and Credence are they try to cause misery, but end up on the receiving end of a very protective Percival Graves' wrath.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-24 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)Warnings: Mary Lou...just Mary Lou
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Mary Lou Barebone paced around the room as her adoptive son, Credence, packed what little belongings he had on a tiny, worn, leather suitcase.
“I can’t wait to get rid of you. I knew you were a lost cause as soon as I took you in, but I thought the Good Lord would show me the way…It’s obvious now that even He has given up on your wretched soul.” A cruel half-smile marred her thin lips. “Well, it seems fitting though…don’t you think? That a…a wicked creature like you would end up as someone’s whore?”
Credence didn’t reply right away, taking the time to look at the woman he once called his mother with an almost child-like innocence, so unlikely on someone who’s had their trust broken so many times. “W-what do you...a w-whore?” he stuttered out.
“Yes, Credence…a whore. Someone to be used. To satisfy someone else’s pleasures of the flesh…To be honest, what that man ever saw of appealing in you I will keep wondering until the day I’m finally laid to rest. But oh well, a lifetime of forced sodomy seems like a fair punishment doesn’t it…” Mary Lou took a few steps towards Credence, resting her hand on his cheek with mock affection, “…my dear boy?”.
Credence flinched as her icy voice rang through his ears. Of course he knew what his mother meant by pleasures of the flesh. He was familiar with the warm coil in his stomach whenever he shamefully caved into temptation to the thought of gentle caresses, his own hand pressed against his clothed groin.
A loud honking noise was heard outside, bringing Credence back from his thoughts. It was soon followed by a loud knock on their church door. Credence grabbed his suitcase and made way towards the entry where Mary Lou stood, greeting a man. He was tall and elegantly dressed in a way that wasn’t too flashy. The man had a handsome if wrinkled face and a full head of completely silver hair styled back. Credence flinched at the similarities between this man and Mr. Graves.
“Ah, Credence, my boy. We need to hurry up, I’m sure the Scamanders are already at the office. Usually we would apparate there but…” Mr. Graves senior looked quickly in Mary Lou’s direction “…given the circumstances, it’s better to travel the No-Maj way. Come on, follow me!” he continued as he walked back outside, Credence and Mary Lou following him close behind as a lean, elderly man waited for them near a car.
The ride wasn’t very long but Credence was fascinated by how things seemed to fly past them. It looked different from when he flew as an Obscurial. There was no destruction, just trees and people passing by very fast. The journey had helped him calm his nerves but everything came back as soon as he stepped foot out of the car, New York’s chilly wind causing him to shiver.
In front of them stood a normal building, like many others in New York, nothing spectacular or grand about it. Credence thought Mr. Graves senior looked extremely out of place next to such a mundane place until they walked into it. It somehow looked bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. Credence didn’t understand much about decoration or fancy things but even he could tell the entrance was richly and elegantly decorated – oil paintings on the wall, surrounded by gold frames (were the pictures moving?),smooth, flowy white curtains covered the windows and an enormous crystal chandelier stood in the middle of the room.
Mr. Graves senior was amused at the awed expression the boy had, curious eyes wandering around the room and his mouth a little open. Mr. and Mrs. Scamander and their son Newt stood next to the staircase, waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.
Credence remembered Newt, the nice man who had tried to help him. It made him feel a little less nervous to have him around. He tried nodding in his direction and was met with a pleasant smile, quickly overshadowed by his parents moving in front of him to greet Mr. Graves senior.
Mary Lou made sure to stand back, avoiding have to shake hands with those people. She might be pleased with selling Credence, but the less contact she had with those wicked things, the better. She almost expected them to attack her at any minute, but it never happened. Instead they were all lead by Mr. Graves into his office where they were to discuss the arrangement for the marriage.
“Everyone, please sit down. Percival will be here shortly. I think there was something to be taken care of at MACUSA but he shouldn’t take long now.” Mr. Graves explained as he sat on the chair that stood at the top of the long table. On his right stood Mr. Scamander, followed by Mrs. Scamander and, finally, Newt. On his left sat a very uptight Mary Lou with a very uncomfortable Credence on her side. Credence’s shoulder seemed to be slumped more than usual, as if he was trying to make himself invisible.
A couple of minutes went by as Mr. Graves senior explained the contract and what it entailed. Newt and Credence were to be Percival Graves’s husbands and were expected to live together. Both man’s surnames were to be changed to Graves, which allowed them access to all the perks and advantages of the name. In turn, they were expected to obey Percival and not tarnish the Graves family name. A sum would be given to both the Scamanders and Mary Lou Barebone for compensation for the loss of a male child capable of continuing the name line. Mary Lou gave Credence a cold smile. The older man was interrupted then by a curt knock. Without waiting for approval, Percival entered the room, looking as serious and stoic as ever. Credence couldn’t help staring at the man, so similar to the man he knew and yet…there was something different.
“Good afternoon. I believe my father has already explained most of the arrangement, yes? Newt and Credence are to move out of their parents’ house today in preparation for the wedding which will take place tomorrow. There won’t be a big celebration for security reasons, but a small banquet will take place at the Graves’ manor. I know you probably weren’t expecting it to be this soon, but I believe it’s better to get it done right away.” Percival said in a stern tone. He approached his father’s seat and signed his name on the contract, passing it along to the Scamanders. He bid his goodbyes and left, revealing that he was still needed at MACUSA.
Once everything was dealt with, Mr. Graves senior wrapped up the meeting. He led Mary Lou and the Scamanders outside as Newt and Credence remained in the office.
“Boys, you will be travelling by Floo to the manor. I believe you are familiar with it, Mr.Scamander?” Mr. Graves said towards Newt and Credence as he continued to the door. Newt barely nodded as he looked around the room, searching for a fireplace.
“Come on Credence, into the fireplace.” Newt said with a warm smile, getting only a confused look as a reply. “Just stand next to me, don’t worry…hold onto my arm if it makes you feel safer.” Credence grabbed Newt’s arm with an iron grip and looked incredulously as the other picked up some dust and threw it in the fireplace where they were standing. He heard Newt shout something but he couldn’t quite understand what as everything started moving. He felt his stomach churning as he kept moving: up, down, left, up again. He had to try his hardest not to let go of Newt’s arm and his suitcase as he started to cough. Why was wizarding travelling so uncomfortable?
Credence finally dared to open his eyes as he felt their journey come to a halt. Newt was standing next to him, dusting off his usual blue coat.
“Not so bad, right?” Newt said gently as he dusted Credence’s shoulders as well. Credence looked down, a small blush tinting his prominent cheekbones. They looked around noticing the room they were in. It reminded them of Mr. Graves’s office, there was an air of elegance and good-taste to it. Credence imagined they were at the manor and, somehow, that made his stomach even heavier than before. Being there made it real. He really was going to get married. He was going to be hurt – again. But at least Newt wouldn’t hurt him, would he?
Right at that moment there was a little cough and he nearly jumped when he saw the little creature that stood near the door. It had really big eyes, pointy ears and a big, crooked nose. Credence had never seen an animal like that. Newt, on the other hand, didn’t seem very surprised to see it.
“Oh hi – hello, good afternoon. My name is Newt Scamander. What’s yours?” Newt said as he lowered himself until he was eye level with the creature.
“I’m Gertrude. Master Graves told me to lead Master Credence and Master Newt to their bedroom for the night. Gertrude also changed some of the decoration. Hopefully it will be to the Masters’ liking.” The short creature – Gertrude – squeaked as she turned around, motioning for them to follow her. Gertrude showed them the way to an airy, well-lit bedroom and stopped, expectantly waiting for them to see it.
“You were very kind to change the decoration for us. It looks lovely.” Newt said with a kind smile, Credence shyly nodding his agreement.
“No need for such words Master Newt. Gertrude is happy you like it. Get settled in and Gertrude will call you when it’s time for dinner!” she said as she disappeared.
Credence looked around the spacious room, way bigger than his own bedroom, and suddenly felt smaller than usual. His shoulders sank and he lowered his head, looking even more crumpled than before.
“Hey, everything will be alright Credence. We’ll be fine, you’ll see!” Newt tried, Credence thought he sounded uncertain but still hoped Newt was right.
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Dinnertime came quicker than both men expected. True to her words, Gertrude knocked on their door to call them downstairs. Credence had given his breakfast to a new orphan that showed up at the church that morning and hadn’t eaten anything all day so he was starving. Gertrude led them to a large dining room and showed them their seats. As they sat down she made delicious looking food appear on the table with a snap of her small fingers. Credence couldn’t believe that all that food was for them.
“C-can I start eating, Newt?” Credence stuttered, still not used to address the other man so informally.
“Of course, Credence! You don’t need to ask…go on, eat up!” Newt replied right away, grabbing Credence’s plate and filling it with food.
Credence smiled as Newt prepared his plate. It felt nice to have someone care about him. For a second, it almost made him forget where he was and what was going to happen tomorrow, but the savory aroma of the stew in front of him brought him back. His stomach started turning… but he was so hungry. He grabbed a spoon and a fork and started eating. Soon enough his hunger got the best of him and he mindlessly devoured the food. Mary Lou always told him that gluttony was a sin, but he was already a sinner, so might as well have a nice meal.
Newt couldn’t help but stare lovingly at the younger man. He had been through so much and definitely deserved some happiness. He couldn’t deny that he was nervous though. Percival Graves didn’t have the reputation of being the warmest of men and Credence didn’t need any more pain. He could take it, but not Credence. In that moment Newt decided to do whatever it took to protect him.
They finished their dinner in silence and in the end Credence was surprised to see all the dirty dishes disappearing. He had no idea where they had gone…were they magical plates?
Even though they didn’t need Gertrude’s help getting back to their bedroom, she insisted on showing them the way once more. Just like prisoners, Credence noted, they didn’t seem to be allowed anywhere else in the manor. Not that he would ever dare to explore the other rooms anyway.
When they got back to their bedroom, the fireplace was on, casting a warm, orange glow across the room. Credence couldn’t remember the last time he slept somewhere so cozy. It may be the first time. Newt had made himself comfortable, laying down against the headboard. He seemed almost relaxed but with a certain sadness in his eyes, the contradiction really confusing Credence. He wanted to ask him what was wrong but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
“Credence, sit here with me for a minute. You look like you want to say something. Y-you don’t need to censor yourself with me…” Newt said, sensing Credence’s mood. Credence blushed and tried to not make eye contact but sat down at the end of the bed anyways, doing whatever he could to take up as little space as possible.
“Is something wrong?” Credence whispered “I-I mean…you look calm but also sad? I guess I’m just w-worried.” He continued, a little louder. Newt sat up and got closer to Credence, tentatively reaching out for his hand. Credence resisted flinching once Newt held his hand, drawing little, calming circles with his thumb. It worked because, soon enough, Credence felt himself relaxing and enjoying the tender touch.
“It means a lot that you’re worrying about me, but there’s no need for that. I’m okay and you’ll be too. It’s just…I miss my creatures, you know? I wasn’t allowed to bring them with me. Not even Pickett…” Newt replied, lowering his eyes at the last sentence, following his thumb’s movements on Credence’s hand. Credence dared to look up, noticing the way Newt’s brows were furrowed. He didn’t know what Newt was talking about and neither who Pickett was but his confusion must have been written on his face because Newt continued “Pickett is one of my Bowtruckles, my favourite one actually…but I will deny this if you ever repeat it! Oh right, you have no idea what a Bowtruckle is, do you?” Credence shook his head. “So a Bowtruckle is sort of a twig-like little thing that protects trees used to make wands…they’re fascinating creatures really. I wish you had the chance to meet them…Pickett would like you.” Newt explained with a twinkle in his eye.
“I understand you. I had a cat once. He was shiny and black and so little. He was just a baby, lost on the street and I loved him a lot. B-but Ma killed him, she said black cats were evil and only witches liked them. It was my fault…I sh-should have known. I could have tried to save him.” Credence whispered, his voice trembling and eyes getting redder at the memory. Newt could feel his heart breaking. He couldn’t imagine what Credence had gone through.
“Credence, no! Don’t say that…none of that was your fault. None of it! I-is it okay to give you a hug?” Credence shyly nodded and Newt enveloped him in his arms. “I’m sorry you had to go through that…you didn’t deserve any of it.” Newt whispered in Credence’s ear, a shiver going down the boy’s back. As they pulled away he ran his hand through Credence’s inky black hair in a way he hoped was comforting. “What if we tried to get some sleep, huh? Are you okay with sharing the bed?” Credence nodded and Newt got up to look for something to wear in his suitcase. “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom to give you some privacy, let me know when you’re done, okay?”
Credence walked slowly towards his own suitcase finding his nightshirt right away. Even though the room’s temperature was pleasing, he still stood in front of the fireplace as he took his clothes off. He shuddered at his reflection in the mirror on top of the fire. Ma had been right. How could anyone find him interesting? His skin was white and paper thin and his torso blemished with scars from countless beatings. He looked away, not standing his image anymore. He finished putting on his too short, shabby nightshirt and walked towards the bathroom, gently knocking. Newt opened the door right away, obviously having finished getting ready before him. He wore a warm shirt and pants that seemed new. Then again, in comparison with Credence’s clothes, everything Newt wore looked brand new. Newt’s whole semblance went dark for a fraction of a second, as he stared at Credence. How did that boy survive New York’s chilly winter?
“Aren’t you cold? I’m sure there’s something warmer here you can wear…or maybe we could call Gertrude? I’m sure she would find something…” Credence shook his head violently, not wanting to bother anyone. His expression must have been really easy to read because Newt continued “Hey, look at me, I’d be happy to find you something warm. You’re not bothering anyone you hear?”
“T-thank you, but I’m okay…r-really.” Credence couldn’t help but give a shy little smile. He didn’t remember the last time someone worried about him like this. Newt decided not to push anymore, giving Credence a reassuring smile in return.
Both men lied down on the bed, under the thick, smooth covers. Credence breathed in the flowery aroma of the bed sheets. He didn’t know what kind it was but it felt fresh compared to the ashy smell of the fireplace. Credence thought he would be too nervous to fall asleep but he had never slept in such a comfortable place and he was so tired, he quickly fell into a light slumber.
Newt tried to fall asleep but to no avail. He kept tossing and turning, hoping he wasn’t bothering Credence. He had hopefully managed to maintain an air of certainty around Credence, but the truth is that he was terrified. He had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow nor if he would be able to protect Credence. He turned to the younger man, reaching out to brush some of his hair out of his face. Unsurprisingly, Credence was freezing cold and Newt chastised himself for not getting him some warmer clothes anyway. He placed his arm across Credence’s hips, trying to pull him to himself. Credence stirred in his sleep, waking up slightly and groggily looking at Newt.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, Credence. You’re freezing, come here. It’s okay…is it okay with you too?” Newt said gently pulling Credence, gently positioning his head on his own chest as he slowly nodded his consent.
Credence could already feel his body getting warmer thanks to Newt’s body heat. In no time he was falling asleep again, lulled by Newt’s steady heartbeat. Newt calmed down as he listened to Credence’s deep, sleepy breathing, falling into a dreamless sleep too.
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(Anonymous) 2017-01-17 01:13 am (UTC)(link)I'm finishing chapter 4 soon! Hope you like it!
Fill: Hold Out Your Hand, I'll Pull You Through - chapters 4 & 5 (AO3)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-17 03:52 am (UTC)(link)Chapter 5: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9188801/chapters/21198263
Hold Out Your Hand, I'll Pull You Through (6/?) - AO3
(Anonymous) 2017-02-11 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)A bit of a fluffier chapter!