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ROUND 1
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FILL: Touch Starved Original!Percival [2/2] pt. 2 now with 100x more hints of Percival/Newt
(Anonymous) 2016-12-21 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)------
Nadia is in his year, from house Pukwudgie. She is everything that Percival Graves is not allowed to be. She laughs whenever something amuses her, she has friends from all throughout the school, and her parents send her letters as a form of communication rather than a status report. She sets him up with an English penpal- called Theseus- just because she has one of her own.
They sit next to each other in almost every class. She will reach out to touch his shoulder, tug on his robes, muss his hair.
Graves never returns her gestures, and eventually they stop.
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Scamander stumbled from the sudden dead-weight against his chest, but to his credit he adapted easily to the change. He pushed them both forward and caught Graves between his chest and the wall, holding Graves upright until he could get his arms wrapped around Graves’s waist.
“Mr. Graves, are you alright?” he asked softly, “You’re shaking. Do we need to sit?”
“No, no need. Fine. I’m fine,” Graves muttered, forehead to the wall, “I’m fine.”
He probably wasn’t fine. He couldn’t get his legs to work. His heart was hammering and his blood raced under his skin and every nerve ending felt like fire. He should probably be demanding to know what spell Scamander had used to make him like this and counter it.
Scamander pulled Graves back from the wall and lowered them to the floor, carefully, gently. “There we go.”
“Did I not just say no need to sit?” Graves grumped.
“Temporary deafness,” Scamander said. He maneuvered Graves so that the older man rested against his chest, tucked under his chin, half sitting on one of Scamander’s long legs. “Breathe, Mr. Graves. We won’t move ‘til you’re ready.”
Ready? He was ready! He had been ready until Scamander touched him! Graves tried to muster the energy to tell Scamander so, but the steady burning of another human against his back sapped any strength away before he could gather it. He settled for frowning vaguely at the hand resting on his hip, leaving warmth on him like a brand.
He couldn’t be sure how long they stayed on the floor like that before it felt like he could move again. He grudgingly allowed that at least Scamander didn’t insist on talking about it. The young man just shifted positions to make them more comfortable and murmured the occasional soothing bit of nonsense as though trying to charm one of his illegal beasts.
“I’m not one of your creatures,” Graves grumbled.
Scamander chuckled. “You didn't mind so much last time. Responded rather well to it, actually.”
“That did not happen.”
“As you say.” Scamander murmured. He moved one arm, tactfully said nothing about the way Graves’s body tried to follow it, and placed two fingers on the pulse point just under Graves’s jaw. “You still need this. I’ve been given to the impression that you’re alone quite often.”
“I don’t mix with my subordinates.”
“You don't count Tina subordinate?”
“She mixes with me,” Graves grumbled.
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Percival Graves meets Hester once after his tenth birthday. He is nearly 21 and he has just graduated* from Ilvermorny to polite clapping and a clap on the shoulder for years well spent. She is waiting on the corner of 120th street and Amsterdam avenue, and he is about to see an apartment he hopes will suit his needs.
Hester recognizes him immediately, even though he doesn’t recognize her until she calls his name.
“How are you?” he asks, standing a respectable distance from her and tipping his hat.
“Quite well, thank you. I hear you’re working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”
“Starting next week.”
“I’m proud of you,” she says, smiling widely. Perhaps on a whim, she pats his shoulder and he allows the liberty with a nod of thanks. “Work hard, but not too hard. It’s never done anyone any good.”
Percival smiles and looks down briefly.
“And have friends, Percival. You’re your own man, now- you don’t have to be alone all the time.” Hester holds up a hand to forestall his protests. “I know. Just. Be careful.” The light changes and Hester clasps Percival’s shoulder again.
She crosses the street and is gone.
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Vaguely, Graves wondered if he was supposed to consider Tina a friend now. Picquery told him during one of her two visits that out of all the Aurors, Tina (with Scamander) was the only one who’d worked at all hours to try and find him. He was grateful for her dedication, and he’d shown it by insisting she be reinstated in her position immediately. If she was a friend, he didn’t know what else to do.
Scamander kept his fingers on Graves’s pulse point until long after he should have satisfied himself that Graves’s pulse had returned to normal. His fingers began to stroke the patch of skin along Graves’s neck and jaw absently. “Good job I’m still a civilian, then,” he said. “Will you bring my suitcase? I think we’d be more comfortable elsewhere.”
“Release forms?”
“Taken care of.”
Graves cocked an eyebrow at Scamander’s elbow and forearm, curled loosely around his waist. At least he could appreciate the efficiency. He curled a finger and the suitcase flew to them. Scamander gripped the handle of the suitcase and Apparated them out of the hospital.
They landed directly onto Graves’s bed, propped on the pillows there. Scamander put the suitcase on the floor and returned his hand to Graves’s neck, stroking his long fingers up and down almost absently. It felt like he was trailing fireworks against Graves’s skin.
Graves closed his eyes and they lay in silence- Scamander didn’t say if he had anywhere to be and Graves didn’t ask. A sudden thought occurred and Graves frowned.
“Should I wonder why you know my bedroom well enough to have done that?”
“Probably best not to,” Scamander murmured, a soft grin in his voice.
Graves closed his eyes and grunted. “Let me move.”
Scamander’s arms loosened immediately and his hands started fluttering. “Do you need to get up? Or do you need something- I can get you- ”
“No.” Graves grabbed one of the flying hands, which in turn caused Scamander to stop talking. He turned over and smiled briefly to himself upon catching sight of the deep red in Scamander’s cheeks. He allowed himself to sink into the comfort of Scamander’s body and push his face into the curve of Scamander’s neck. “Tell anyone about this and I will have your travel visa revoked just so I can personally recommend you for a job in the permits office and tell your brother it’s for community service.”
“Horror,” said Scamander, flatly. He wrapped his arms around Graves once more, cupping the back of Graves’s head. His fingers combed through Graves’s hair and Graves's whole body shivered pleasantly. “I’m terrified. Truly.”
Scamander and his brother were absolutely, horrifyingly related to each other, and Graves had a feeling he’d never be rid of them now.
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*I have issues with Ilvermorny as written by JK Rowling, not least of which is that by the time we get to the 1920s/present day it could never work as a boarding school a la Hogwarts because the US is too damn big. So I'm treating Ilvermorny as, essentially, the Harvard of American Magic Schools. (Yes, I'm a massive nerd and these are things I think about orz)
Re: FILL: Touch Starved Original!Percival [2/2] pt. 2 now with 100x more hints of Percival/Newt
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 01:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Touch Starved Original!Percival [2/2] pt. 2 now with 100x more hints of Percival/Newt
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Touch Starved Original!Percival [2/2] pt. 2 now with 100x more hints of Percival/Newt
(Anonymous) 2016-12-22 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)