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    Newt Scamander had not intended to return to New York, much less the Woolworth building.

    Nevertheless, he arrived on the second of May, bedraggled and soaking from the spring rains with his arm trapped in a junior auror's grip, and just in time to make himself useful.

     

    Percival Graves has survived Grindelwald, with the scars to show for it, and returned to his role as Director of Magical Security despite a newly developed difficulty in speaking aloud.

    When Theseus Scamander’s younger brother gets dragged into the bullpen at precisely the right moment to be helpful, Graves seizes the opportunity to bring in a magizoologist for a sorely needed fledgling Beasts division, and a battle-tested asset into the MACUSA fold.

    Perhaps he should have expected chaos to follow in the path of a dragon rider.

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    It was, perhaps, unfair, that sleep routinely eluded him —

    But. Right now, he wasn't interested in letting that matter. There was a vague plan floating in his head: drink this, and perhaps another; find someone for the evening who was willing to be a physical distraction for the dark hours and gone by morning.

    “Mr. Graves?”

    Nothing good would come of someone hunting him down here. He looked, ready to send the man away.

    And paused instead.

    “Mr. Scamander.”

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    KINKTOBER 2021, 1st prompt: High Protocol |Cock-warming | Collaring

    He still hasn’t decided if he loves or hates the burning flush of humiliation, the pink sweep of visible emotion that came of stripping bare and folding himself down into precisely the kneel she had prescribed; straight-backed, chin up, gaze lowered, hands palm-up and perfectly still on his thighs; and then the hot red prickling that came with spreading his knees for just past shoulder width. To become explicitly and undeniably vulnerable, and to do it as willingly as a dog hoping for a treat…

    Or, Booker gives head and doesn’t come, and we love that for him.

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    Written for the 2020 Whumptober prompt: Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?: Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

    Dying is... Well, it isn’t his worst option, but it isn’t his favorite, either.
    “Is something the matter, Director Graves?”
    “Trying to decide,” he answers, not nearly so distracted as he lets himself sound, studying the other witches and wizards in the room.
    “Do elaborate,” Grindelwald commands, and affects to look deeply intrigued, leaning back in his austere, straight-backed chair like it’s a throne, and taking his wine with him.
    “To whom I owe a drink.”

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    Written for the 2020 whumptober prompt: I Don’t Feel So Well: Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

    "What will it take, my dear Director, to keep you where I put you."

    "Wasn't my idea," is what he says, sounding like gargled glass and roofing nails. Words are very hard in his mouth, the edges of them scrape. They're hard to think of, as well — he's tired, and he thinks his body might be confused between fever and freezing to death. "Would've stolen shoes."

    Part of the Taken ‘verse, set after Flight

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    written for the 2020 Whumptober prompt: Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore: Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

    If there’s any possible way to spin being hunted for sport by militant Dark separatists out to be something positive, he’s waiting for it to become apparent. They’re going against Grindelwald’s wishes to do it, so maybe that’s the plus — Grindelwald will thin his own ranks when he finds Percival’s battered corpse dumped in a midden somewhere down the mountain. Maybe.

    Part of the Taken 'verse

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    Written for 2020 Whumptober prompt: Broken Hearts: Grief | Survivor’s Guilt

    Percival hadn't even especially liked Abernathy — a bit spineless, a bit of a bully when he thought he could get away with it. The sort of personality that escalated quietly and selfishly, and never quite absorbed the notion that hurting people was intrinsically bad, not just bad when you got caught. Slimy, especially on the streets, but not especially outstanding in the realm of mediocre villainy.

    He hadn't deserved torture and death.

    Part of the Taken 'verse

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    Written for the 2020 Whumptober prompt: Panic! At the Disco: Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

    Gasping was a terrible idea, made him remember that broken ribs were sharp as knives and he risked breathing blood. His head spun, trying to get himself under control. 
    He was shaking. It was cold--he was always so cold. It didn’t matter how soft the mattress was, or the rust-stained sheets, the castle was always freezing cold.
    His heart was fluttering, a trapped bird beating itself against sore ribs. Fast— faster when he tried to breathe and couldn’t for a moment, not without stabbing himself, the shivers wracking him. 
    This wasn’t unusual. It was…

    Set as an interlude in the Spared chapter of the Taken 'verse

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    Written for the Whumptober 2020 prompt: I Did Not See That Coming: Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

    “You wizards, you have, what are they--unbreakable oaths?”

    “F--Fidelius, the Fidelius charm, yes.”

    “We have better, hm?” It wasn’t shocking — not after three months— how cold and flat a selkie’s eyes could go, warrior and predator and hunted creature all wrapped up in one exquisite skin. He’d learned to stop shivering under it, but hadn't quite managed to quell the initial twitch.

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    Written for the 2020 Whumptober prompt: Into the Unknown: Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

    What exactly the ritual was, he couldn’t say — all he knew is that he was trapped in the sort of Dark magic so intrinsically foul that his lungs ached even from breathing it and he didn’t know if he could stop screaming, now that he’d started, not with something intangible and malevolent flaying his magic from him like—

    He'd think of what it was like he wasn't shredding his own vocal cords against the pain of being devoured.

    A slightly different perspective on the events at the end of Sacrifice.

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    Written for the 2020 Whumptober prompt: Is Something Burning?: Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

    He wasn't sick— rarely caught ill, but even when he did, he knew what a fever was to a Selkie; miserable, but not unrelentingly baking hot. He had sweated through his clothes, had sweated enough that he could hardly smell anything but the misery of being too hot and foul with it, unable to drink or wash with no water and cords dug into wrists and ankles. The Finfolk weren’t meant for unrelenting heat, and with his coat stolen away it only made the trembling itch of need for the safety of the water worse.

    He was dizzy with the heat and the stink of cigar smoke long before Gellert got to the point of it all

    Set prior to Lay Me Down (Overflow).

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    2020 Whumptober prompt: Breathe In Breathe Out: Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen

    “You’re warm, too,” Percival murmured, pressing a hand to his forehead, while Newt focused on drawing breath through a throat that felt like fire and leaden lungs. “How much water did you say you swallowed?”

    “Don’t tease me,” Newt said, and then coughed ferociously for a while longer, hating how every heave of his shoulders made the worry lines in Percival’s face seem to carve a shade deeper.

    Set after What the Water Gave Me (I Took and Gladly)

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    written for two Whumptober prompts: I Think I’ve Broken Something: Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust  and A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day: Forced to Bed | Hallucinations |Shoot the Hostage, with a few liberties taken.

    The wizard— Percy — looks very small, bloodied and curled up tight, with aurors leaning over him.

    They'd wrestled the man into a quiet room at the Vienna field house — one with a cot and a pitcher and basin to wash up in, a set of hastily sourced fresh clothes, and a promise: to return quickly with a healer. It had been met with a feral wordless snarl that promised nothing but trouble as the immobilizing spells had eased away, but it was law, to say nothing of compassion, not to keep someone tangled up in partial stillness charms for any longer than necessary. 

    The crash was audible from the end of the hallway, signaling their mistake. The window in that room had been small, and higher than easily accessed, but—

    It wasn’t the window.

    Part of the Taken Series

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    written for whumptober 2020 prompt Psych 101: Defiance | Struggling | Crying

    "Yes, a very good attempt indeed," Grindelwald said, like he'd been pleased. "I trust you've satisfied your instinct to flee, hmm?"
    He gags again against the burn of bile. “Fuck yourself,” Percival coughs.
    “Rude,” Grindelwald chides, and there’s a grip in his hair, the dizzying spin of a world pain-blurred until his gaze has been forced up to meet another gaze, too-bright and mismatched. “Best to keep a civil tongue in your head, Percy, darling--I’d hate to take it from you, hmm?”

    Part of the Taken 'verse, set immediately after Caught and before Split

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    But he thinks perhaps he ought to be a little more afraid of what doesn't exactly hurt yet, where he just feels…cold and sick.
    He thinks perhaps he should be quite frightened indeed. His legs are shaking. Actually, he is shaking, full stop, but his legs feel especially unsteady. 

    He's a bit surprised. If he'd so little needed as a hostage that they can risk this sort of abuse— why… why take him at all? Why not just kill him outright, leave his body in a shallow grave and have done with it?

    Part of the Taken 'verse

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    "Gellert," Percival said, and pushes every scrap of will towards the boy, occlumency a pitiful half voice from what had been once, and pressed it all behind a demand that the boy run.

    He's been playing so carefully for months--if the boy doesn't take this chance to run like he's told, Percival will have shown his hand and blown any chance of ever escaping. There's some manner of ritual on the other side of all this, and it will tie his life to Grindelwald's use as sure as the collar binds him to his whims.

    Part of the Taken 'verse, exploring the age-old trope: what about Nurmengard?

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    For the 2020 whumptober prompt: Where Did Everybody Go? “Don’t Say Goodbye” | Abandoned | Isolation

    The oaths, of course, were a double-edged sword. Break them, breathe a single word of his people, anything that could give a fairy-hunter or bride-seeker the scent, and the Chief would know. He was abandoned for the sake and safety of hundreds— breaking his oaths would be a final warning: run.

    He closed his eyes, and resigned himself to wait a little longer.

    A short prelude set after Lay Me Down (Overflow) and before What the Water Gave Me (I Took and Gladly).

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    For the 2020 whumptober prompt, I've Got You: Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

    He didn't move. Didn't blink. Barely breathed, but did it steadily, rapid little puffs too calm for panic.

    He laid still and thought of nothing.

    A short prelude, set after Holding On and before What the Water Gave Me (I Took and Gladly) and Stones (Pockets Full), to explain Percival's verbal trigger.

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    For the 2020 whumptober prompt Please…: “Get it out” | No more | “Stop, please” | What the Water Gave Me 'verse

    "Sss-st--stop. Please. Get, get it out, get—"
    He was empty in a heartbeat, Newt shifted away, so slick it didn't even sting. Felt gutted, left hollow, aching somewhere much deeper than any sex act could have inflicted.

    A short interlude, set sometime in the year of engagement in 'What the Water Gave Me (I Took and Gladly)'

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    He's so close he doesn't dare let himself think it.

    If he gets through the doors, there's maybe a hundred feet of courtyard, that he was able to glimpse through windows and walks around; and then he should be able to apparate.

    Part of the Taken 'verse, exploring the age-old trope: what about Nurmengard?

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