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Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 1
(Anonymous) 2016-12-18 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)PART 1
Graves couldn’t help but turn the postcard over and over again in his hands. On one side was the Eiffel Tower, sparkling in the summer sun as various tourists skipped in and out of the picture. He’d watch it for a little while, then flip it over so he could read Tina’s message:
Mr. Graves,
I hope you don’t think it’s unprofessional to send a postcard to the MACUSA HQ. I would have sent it to your house if I knew the address (but then perhaps that would have been unprofessional too…). Anyway, Newt and I are having a lovely time in Europe, or ‘on the continent’ as the Brits call it. Hope all is well back in NYC,
Tina
He could just imagine her at the postcard rack in some Paris wizarding shop, examining card after card, her brow furrowed, so engrossed in her task that she’d ignore all the real life wonders around her. Graves chuckled as he pictured her oscillating over what to say, doubting it all, then steeling herself as she decided to just go ahead and do it. It was that mix of hesitancy and determination that had always attracted Graves to Goldstein. How worried she would look as she ran through every possible horrible outcome, and then the fire in her eyes as she brushed it all away and committed to whatever hare-brained course of action she had decided on in her heart.
Like eloping with a magi-zoologist she barely even knows? A snide voice chittered in Graves’s head. He tossed the postcard away. There was no need to be petty. He had never made his feelings known to Goldstein, he had no right to feel so… bereft. She was happy, and that was all that really mattered.
Still, he thought as he picked the postcard back up, he hoped that Newt and Tina did not stay too long in Paris. Cities and Newt Scamander were not a good combination, not with his traveling case of fantastic beasts that were liable to get loose. He smiled.
“Now there’s something I haven’t seen in a while.”
Graves looked up to see one of his Aurors, Jade Newall, standing in his office doorway.
“Oh?” he said. “What?”
“A smile on your face,” Jade said with a grin of her own. “Why, I don’t think I’ve seen you smile since… well, since you got back.”
Her grin had died as she spoke and now a heaviness hung in the air. It had been nearly four months since Grindelwald had been revealed and Graves rescued from his clutches. And it had only been one month since Grindlewald had escaped MACUSA’s most secure prison.
Graves told himself to relax. The madman was probably back in England by now, or in Europe.
‘…or ‘on the continent,’ as the Brits call it.’
Graves frowned down at the magical postcard. Please God, don’t let Grindelwald be in Europe.
“Well, let’s face it Newall, I was hardly all smiles before I got locked away and tortured,” Graves said bluntly. “What do you want?”
Newall flinched. Graves felt bad for being so curt with her. Since coming back to work half his old co-workers and employees treated him with disdain. He was supposed to be MACUSA’s top Auror. By letting Grindelwald defeat him, it didn’t just reflect badly on him- it reflected badly on every American witch and wizard. None of them apologized for not seeing through Grindelwald’s disguise. They put all the blame on Graves for allowing the other man to capture him in the first place.
Then there were people like Newall, people who were a little bit kinder, who still talked to him and meet his eye. But there was still that lack of respect. They treated him with kindness, yet, but it was a kindness heavily steeped in pity. There were a few of them who seemed to be Graves’s self-appointed watch dogs, always sticking close to him as he moved around the Auror office or went out to do fieldwork. Worst of all was when they tried to put a hand on his arm or shoulder, intending to comfort him but instead making Graves think of Grindelwald at his worst, which was also when Grindelwald was his gentlest.
“It’s so lonely being you, Graves,” Grindelwald would chide him as he fucked him. “There’s no one in your life to turn to. No one else to do this with.”
“I just need you to approve these warrants, boss,” Newall said, bringing Graves back into the present. Graves stood and took the stack of papers from his agent with a stern look.
“I will decide if the warrants get approved or not, Newall,” Graves said. Newall smiled at him once more.
“Right, of course, boss.” Maybe Graves was just imaging the patronizing tone in her voice. He watched her go and sit at her desk on the office floor.
The Auror floor was curiously quiet today. Several units were on day-time raids or fieldwork, leaving only Newall and Graves around the office. It had been a quiet month, actually, after the big excitement of Grindelwald’s escape. Something seemed off.
‘Maybe it’s the universe cutting you a break after all the shit it’s piled on you,’ Graves thought, then snorted in disbelief.
At that moment he noticed a small paper bird flitting towards him, small wings tucked against it’s body as it rose and dove in the air. A message of some kind, and an urgent one- it was a small bird, so something hesitaly constructed, but still built for speed. But before it could reach Graves another bird flapped it’s way into the open window. This was a bird of prey, a paper peregrine falcon, and with it’s size and speed it swooped down upon the paper swallow and ripped it apart.
This was not an uncommon sight at the MACUSA offices- warring departments were always trying to intercept, delay, or destroy other apartments messages, usually as part of an internecine war for funding and budget cuts. But it was odd to see among Aurors. Graves got up from his desk to come over and investigate.
More birds started flying in through the window. The falcon let out a cry like paper being torn in half and set upon the birds. Though it managed to catch most of them one of them manged to dodge the other bird’s talons and fly into Grave’s hands.
Before Graves could unfold it he saw Newall rise from her desk and draw her wand. Going purely on gut Graves drew his own wand and got off a spell just as Newall aimed at him. Before she could stupefy him she screamed as the bones in her wand hand disappeared, the skin flopping down at her wrist and her wand clattering to the floor. Graves hastily unfolded the messenger bird.
Mutiny within MACUSA. Get out of the building.
-W
(TBC)
Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 2
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 03:05 am (UTC)(link)A noise made Graves look up. Newall had picked up her wand and was holding it in her left hand.
“Stupefy.”
Graves managed to deploy a shield charm just in time. Rather than reply with a stupefy spell of his own Graves cast a full-body bind spell on Newall. The witch’s arms and legs were immediately locked against her body and she fell face first onto the floor.
Graves, wand still ready to cast a spell at a moment’s notice, walked over and with the tip of his wing-tip shoes flipped Newall onto her back.
“What’s going on?” he asked, wand aiming at his employee’s face. She merely smiled up at him.
“I think you already know, boss.”
No. It couldn’t be Grindelwald. This wasn’t just one man: this was an all out uprising. Sure MACUSA had thrown Grindelwald in jail, but his true fight was with the British wizarding community. Why would he stick around to lead a rebellion here?
The door opened and for a moment Graves felt a rush of relief when he saw half-dozen of his best aurors rushing into the office. Then he saw that they all their wands pointed at him. A volley of spells hit him in the blink of an eye.
The shield charm from before held long enough for Graves to get in several attacks of his own, stupefying at three of his attackers. As he parried and attacked with the remaining three, he felt a kind of lightness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Yes, it appeared as if the world as he knew it was crumbling down around him, but as he dueled he felt… well, like himself. Like the powerful auror, magic user, and duelist he had been before Grindelwald had taken all that away from him.
But even as Graves fought reinforcements were arriving, barreling through the door. Graves kept fighting them but they were back him up further into the room. Finally Graves cast a spell of crackling lights that temporarily blinded the turncoat aurors. He made a dash for his office and shut the door.
There were wards in this room that would keep the others out, but not forever. He couldn’t dissipate to safety. He was trapped.
Something on his desk chirped. Graves looked down to see one of the small paper birds. It hopped into his hand and unfolded into a message.
Graves,
Picquery is dead, assassinated by agent of Grindelwald. Many supporters of his in MACUSA. Get out- the battle here is already lost. The resistance will re-group but first you must survive.
-S
Picquery was dead? Graves stared at the words, as if waiting for some secret to reveal itself. Finally, he crumbled up the paper. He couldn’t get out. He was trapped inside this windowless, tomb like building that was now seemingly overrun by Grindelwald’s fanatics. Good god, they had spent so much time investigating Graves when he returned, they spent so much time seeing if he had been a willing accomplice, a true believer. They never thought to investigate how many MACUSA employees Grindelwald must have won over to his side.
The six months he had spent as Grindelwald’s ‘guest’ was still fresh in his mind. It was one thing to be killed in the line of duty- he couldn’t undergo that kind of captivity again. He could hear the Auror’s outside his office, arguing over the best way to get past his wards. They were skilled witches and wizards, it was only a matter of time before they managed to force their in here, and then… Well, he’d be lucky f they killed them.
In that case, why leave it to luck? Graves raised his wand and pressed the tip to his temple. All he had to do was say the words, ‘Avada Kedavra.’ Say the words and mean them. And then he’d be free of Grindelwald, slipping through the wizard’s fingers before the man could lay a hand on him again. C’mon, Graves, it’s a simple spell.
The office door swung open. Graves stood and turned. Grindelwald.
“Imperius.”
Graves froze, if not from the spell from the sound of Grindelwald’s voice. A second later his wand flew out of his hand even as the rest of Graves stayed frozen in place. Grindelwald idly looked over his wand before handing it to a supporter standing behind the mad wizard.
“You would never have gone through with it,” Grindelwald said, almost chidingly. The man stepped forward so he was standing in front of Graves. “Though not because you’re a coward.” Grindelwald put both hands on Graves’s shoulders and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “It’s because you’re a fighter.”
Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 2
(Anonymous) 2016-12-23 03:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 3 END
(Anonymous) 2016-12-27 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)Unfortunately, Gindelwald seemed to be content to do enough talking for both of them.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. I should have always started with America.” They were walking through the halls, Grindelwald levitating Graves’s frozen form and having it follow after him like a lethargic helium balloon. Graves could still move his eyes- everywhere he looked he saw either dead bodies or even worse, his fellow MACUSA members alive and well but listening with a fervent wonder as Grindelwald yammered on. “America has always been a land of new rules, of revolutions. It’s here where we will change the course of history, Percival.”
Grindelwald spoke as if Graves’s were a willing accomplice in all this, which almost pissed Graves off more than anything else. Graves managed to get out an angry grunt through his locked lips. Grindelwald looked over his shoulder and all of Graves’s fortitude melted away, terror filling him as he waited for the cruciatus curse or some other punishment. But instead Grindelwald just grinned, as if he had gotten the very reaction he had wanted out of Graves in the first place.
“You people don’t even associate with muggles. Ruling them is not that big of a leap.”
They had reached the MACUSA Council Room. From his awkward position, floating perpendicular to the floor, Graves could just see Picquery’s grand seat. His heart seemed to stop as he realized that she would never again sit in it, never preside over another meeting of magical heads of state. And there, next to her chair, was his seat. Would he ever sit there again?
With a graceful sweep of his wand Grindelwald laid him down in front of the President’s throne, like a bound sacrifice before an altar.
Some part of Graves still hoped that all this was just leading to his execution. That hope died when, instead of releasing him Grindelwald straddled him. He looked down at Graves as if he were a puzzle Grindewald just couldn’t quite figure out.
“I know you agree with me,” Grindelwald said. “I know you. I’ve *been* you.”
The sad thing is, that the bastard wasn’t wrong. There had been times when, after a long day he and Picquery would share a bottle of confiscated fire whisky and argue about wizards and witches and no-majs. Graves would always argue that the wizard world could comfortably suppress the no-majs if it came to that. He didn’t see anything wrong with the idea of subjecting most of humanity under wizarding rule: he hardly knew any no-majs, didn’t have to think of them as human. It wasn’t something he particularly wanted to happen, but if it did it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
It wasn’t being captured and raped by Grindelwald that soured him on the idea. No. It had been Tina, of course. Always Tina. She had confided in him about her sister, had even introduced Graves to Queenie’s no-maj husband. The two of them were so happy together, they were a witch and a no-maj and yet they were so happy together, they loved each other so much. Maybe everything he had ever just accepted was wrong.
Ironically, instead of this being a crushing blow it had made him feel hopeful for the first time since he his life had gone to shit. He took some comfort in that, that it was love and not hate that had changed him.
Grindelwald didn’t seem to like the new resolve that was steeling itself through Graves’s frame. Without a word he held out a hand. A wizard, one of the crowd who had followed them into the room, came forth with something. Graves’s heart sped up when he heard the clank of a chain.
The wizard put a brown leather collar in Grindelwald’s hand. There was a chain attached to it.
Graves let out an involuntary yelp, the sound escaping through his still locked lips. Grindelwald smiled.
“It’s not the same one you wore before,” Grindelwald said. “I understand you destroyed that one personally. But I do think it’s rather close, don’t you?” Grindelwald leaned forward and started to fit the collar around Graves’ neck. “There was a time when I merely kept Percival in shackles. I had magicked the metal so he could not use magic himself. But then one day I came home and discovered that dear Percival had found some other way out of bondage. He had dislocated *both* his thumbs and slipped his hands free. He was using wandless magic to try and charm the door open when I arrived.” Grindelwald spoke loudly enough so that everyone assembled could hear. Graves waited for the bastard to tell the rest of the story- how, after stunning Graves he had thrown the wizard back onto the bed and fucked him, his hands around Graves’ already busted hands, squeezing his dislocated thumbs with each thrust. Just the memory of the pain made Graves’ eyes start to well up.
Grindelwald lightly brushed a hand over Graves’ hand.
“So that’s when I realized I needed to fit the director with a shackle he couldn’t so easily slip out of.”
The wizard reached up and buckled the collar.
Finally Grindelwald stood back from Graves. With an idle flick of his wand he released Graves from the binding spell.
All of Graves’ limbs moved at once: his legs as he pushed himself on his backside across the floor, his arms as his hands flew up to pull at the collar. There was no give, and Graves soon saw he couldn’t even move that far- the chain was attached to the side of the President’s chair, and it was so short that Graves couldn’t even stand. At best he could sit on the step by the chair.
Grindelwald watched Graves as the limits of his confinement dawned on him.
“All of you, make sure the building is secure,” Grindelwald said to his followers. They shuffled out of the room. Graves’ watched them go, his breath coming in short, panicked breaths.
Grindelwald stepped forward and ran his fingers through Graves’ hair.
“Oh my. Panting for it already?”
“Please,” Graves said, not even caring about the other man’s innuendo. “Please just make the chain long enough so that I can stand, so that I don’t have to crawl on the floor like… like…” Like a dog. Like a pet.
Grindelwald actually seemed somewhat concerned by Graves’ distress.
“It’s just for now, until we have taken the city,” he said in his smooth voice. “Until then this is the safest place to keep you.” He fixed Graves’ hair. “And besides, people are used to seeing you next to the president.”
Graves was about to tell him that the president was dead but before he could Grindelwald leant down and captured his mouth in a kiss. It seemed to last forever, until Graves finally turned his head away. Grindelwald grabbed his chin and tried to pull him back into the kiss but Graves just laughed.
“What?” Grindelwald asked coldly.
“Has anyone ever told you that you're a delusional madman?” Graves said, voice even.
Grindelwald let go of him and stepped away.
“Yes,” he replied. “And then I killed someone he loved. So do be careful, Percival.”
Grindelwald stood there, watching Graves, daring him to say anything more. But Graves merely dropped his eyes, gaze fixed on the dark floor of the council room. He held his breath and only let it out when Grindelwald turned and left the room.
-END-
Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 3 END
(Anonymous) 2016-12-28 06:12 am (UTC)(link)This is some amazing dark AU, nonny. The panic at not being able to stand... AUGH.
I wish there was a rescue coming!
(And then Graves/Tina or Graves/Tina/Newt, because why wish small?)
Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 3 END
(Anonymous) 2017-01-06 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)OH GOD
Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Concubine, angst, noncon- Fill Part 1
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