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Percival/Newt: Newt finds Percival crying and sees Percival's heart
(Anonymous) 2016-12-16 03:58 am (UTC)(link)Newt being his empathetic self asks Percival what's wrong and comes closer. Percival wants to pull himself together, but he just can't. So, with tears still streaming down his face, he reveals to Newt that just that morning, while he was going through his house, he finally found either his missing house elf or his beloved pet long dead and decayed. Turns out Grindelwald in his infinite cruelty had locked the elf or animal away and let the poor thing starve to death. Percival says he buried his friend in the garden just hours earlier with a heart made of stone, and he had come to work just fine only now he just can't stop seeing the state of his friend and falling apart. Newt can't bare to see such pain and simply throws himself around Percival in a rib bending hug. Somewhere along the way the Niffler or Pickett comes and joins in, offering Percival comfort. It's when he sees Percival tenderly shower some affection back at the Niffler or Pickett that he falls head over heels and also introduced himself to the real Percival Graves.
Re: Percival/Newt: Newt finds Percival crying and sees Percival's heart
(Anonymous) 2016-12-16 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Bereft
(Anonymous) 2017-03-25 04:52 am (UTC)(link)He chased after Horace down another seemingly abandoned hallway. MACUSA was probably three times bigger than it needed to be. He caught sight of a fuzzy, waddling tail disappearing under a door when a quiet sound brought him up short. He stayed absolutely still until he heard it again.
Someone was… crying? It was a quiet, broken off sound like the person was attempting to suppress their tears and Newt’s heart just went out to whoever it was. He cautiously follows the sound, not sure if he should intrude or not yet. Creeping down the hall he came to a door that was slightly ajar, and heard the soft crying coming from inside. He pushed the door open and peered inside.
It was Director Graves. Probably the last person Newt expected to find weeping in an abandoned room, deep in the bowels of MACUSA. The Director had been back at work for a few days now, recently released from the hospital, and still healing a bit. The man was a little too thin, a little too pale, there were dark circles under his eyes, but had insisted on returning to work. No one was willing to argue with him when their own guilt at not noticing his replacement kept them all keeping their distance and walking on eggshells.
So why was he here? Hiding and obviously badly distressed? Newt couldn’t just leave him here, not after everything that had happened to him. So he slipped into the room and crouched in front of Percival where he was huddled against the wall. He had his knees drawn up and face buried in his arms, probably trying to suppress the little broken sounds he was making.
“Mr. Graves?”
Newt regretting speaking as soon as the words were out of his mouth. The distraught man flinched back so badly Newt was afraid he’d injured himself against the wall. He brought his head up to stare at Newt. He was even paler than usual, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks damp with tears. His usually immaculate hair was tousled, like he’d been running his hands through it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. But… something is obviously weighing on you. Maybe talking about it will help?”
Newt waited patiently, watching the emotions flit across Percival’s face. It was heartbreaking watching the man try to pull on his usual stoic mask and utterly failing as more tears started to escape.
“I… I’ve been c-cleaning my house, making sure Grindelwald d-didn’t leave me any surprises. Last night I…”
Newt was having a very hard time not drawing this poor man into a hug as he waited for him to find the words.
“I found Leewin, my c-cat. H-he had b-been locked in a r-r-room and just l-left there! He s-starved to d-death.”
A sob tore it’s way out of Percival and he buried his face in his arms again.
“I f-found his remains c-curled up in one of m-m-my old shirts.”
Alright, that was all Newt could take. He moved to sit besides the now openly sobbing man and pulled him almost into his lap as he wrapped his arms around him in a fierce hug. He had tears pricking in his own eyes. Newt almost missed the niffler creeping into the room but he definitely noticed when Horace climbed into Percival’s lap, cuddling up to the distraught man.
After a few minutes his sobs quieted down and Percival continued, idly stroking Horace’s soft fur while remaining huddled in Newt’s arms.
“I buried him this morning and I thought… I thought I would be f-fine to work, keep my mind off it but that obviously didn’t work. I k-keep seeing Leewin, curled up in m-my shirt.”
Another sob tore its way out of his throat.
“Oh, Percival, I’m so sorry.”
He can only pull Percival closer and offer him what poor comfort he can. They sit there for long minutes. At some point, Pickett climbs out of his pocket and after studying this new human closely walks over to Percival’s shoulder and cuddles up against his cheek, chirping and cooing softly.
Newt doesn’t know how long it takes for Percival to calm, but he doesn’t begrudge the man a second. He was mourning his friend and while some people may have thought Leewin to just be a cat, Newt knew better. One didn’t have to be human to be a dear friend. Newt estimated it was nearly an hour when Percival pulled away just enough to look down at Horace in his lap.
“This is your Niffler that caused so much trouble?”
Newt was happy to talk about any of his creatures, especially if it got Percival’s mind off his loss for a little while.
“Yes, this is Horace, the little rascal. Hopelessly drawn to shiny things, whether they are his to have or not.”
Percival slumped back against Newt as he fished in his pocket for a minute before pulling out a few shiny coins. He handed them to Horace who looked up at Percival like he was Magic itself. After quickly stuffing the coins in his pocket he cuddled up to Percival, stubby little tail wagging like crazy.
“Well, you just made a friend for life.” Newt almost kissed this man then and there. But this was neither the time nor the place, no matter how much his heart fluttered watching Percival shower affection on Horace, one of his creatures who least often found welcome.
Pickett seemed to approve as well as he nuzzled his little face against Percival’s cheek. Oh, Newt was doomed. Pickett liked Percival. But Newt’s blossoming feelings could wait.
“I don’t even know your name.”
Newt blushed a bit. “Oh, where are my manners. I am Newt Scamander, magizoologist, at your service. Now, I think it would be best for you to head home for the rest of the day and think about maybe taking a few more days before coming back to work. I know there is a rather large pile of paperwork waiting for you, Tina has been complaining about it for days, but it can wait.”
Newt helped Percival to his feet, keeping an arm wrapped around his waist as he stumbled, legs weak from being huddled up for so long. In a few days he might act on the feelings that curled in his chest when the older man leaned into him but for now he’d help Percival get home and ensure he ate something before he got some sleep.
Re: FILL: Bereft
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(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 03:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Bereft
(Anonymous) 2017-03-27 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)Now on AO3
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