Pairing : Percival Graves x Reader , ( Husband!Percival)
About : Reader helps Percival after saving him from Grindelwald.
Warning : Angst!! Well, at least I tried to write it that way. Hehe, enjoyyyy
I sat quietly on my side of bed, staring at Percival sleeping beside me. The bedroom was lit dimly by the moonlight and if I properly peeked through the crack of the bedroom door, I could catch a glimpse of out Christmas tree standing proudly in the living room.
The room was still with only the sounds of our breaths. The past few weeks had been rather silent, but the silence were the loudest noises in the household. Percival wouldn’t let me help him if he woke up from a nightmare, he would quietly mutter he was alright and fall back asleep, or at least pretend he was sleeping.
While he pretended to not hurt, I would stare at his back, mind automatically drifting off to the day it all went downhill.
It was the night of our wedding, we laid facing each other on the big white bed, wrapped in a white blanket with a big stupid smile on our faces.The moonlight shined perfectly on his bare shoulders and mine. The low sounds of beach waves crashing against the sand being the only sound in the room besides our quiet breaths.
The wedding was perfect. We had small private wedding, only inviting our closet friends and family. After that, we had our first dance under the sunset, and Percival wore the biggest smile I had ever seen when we walked to the car, hand in hand, his friends whistling behind us.
I remember tucking a strand of his hair behind his ears, whispering how perfect the day had turned out before snuggling up to his chest, resting my head against his chest, falling asleep to his heartbeats.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed with a note and a flower. ‘Off to the lobby to sort something out. I love you, darling.’
The Percival that came back that morning was not the man I married. He first walked into the hotel, demanding to go home. He then walked into our house demanding to be left alone. And finally, he demanded privacy and walked out of our marriage. But he didn’t know that I was already onto him, or at least the person who pretended to be him. The break up only made it easier to follow him.
I followed the impersonator everywhere, I went through his personal files and I crept into every corner of his life I could when one day, he roughly shoved me against my office door and told me to stay out business that didn’t concern me and threw a ring at me, similar to the one on my ring finger.
After months of searching, running and fighting, we found Percival tied to a chair, skin painted with bruises, eyes filled with fear and pain. The worst of all, he was held captive in the very hotel we stayed in.
A sharp jerked beside me caused me to stiffen up, I bit my lips trying to hold back tears from the memory when Percival woke up, sweating from another bad dream.
Attempting again, I carefully touched the back of his hand, only to find him pulling away like usual. A tear slipped down my face as I whispered, ‘Please, let me help you.’ His eyes stared into mine for a long time, as if he was searching for something, and for the first time in weeks, he scooted a little to the side of the bed, silently inviting to lay with him.
Carefully, I held him quietly around the shoulders as his head rested against my chest. ‘Cry, Percival. Don’t hold anything in please.’ After what felt like ages, I could feel him shivering, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, damping my shirt. ‘Shhh, you are safe now.’ I whispered, running my hands through his hair.
‘ I.. I remember begging him repeatedly.’ Percival muttered. ‘He threatened to kill for information that I didn’t have. I was so scared that I was gonna.. gonna die and nobody would even no..notice. He confessed, in between silent sobs.
I looked down at his glossy eyes before kissing the top of his head. ‘He’s gone now. You are safe, Percival. Safe forever.’
The bruises healed and he’s definitely gained the weight he needed and gotten the haircut he needed, but the biggest bruise of all was still there in his mind and heart. His left hand was evident of the wedding ring, the first thing he requested the second we returned from the hospital. ‘Will you allow me to help you?’ I asked, gently for the hundredth time. That didn’t matter because I would ask a hundred more. ‘Yes.’ his voice croaked back.
I leaned down to press my lips to his quivering ones, to remind him that this was real. My hands reached up to either side of his face. Percival pushed a strand of hair behind my ears as he pressed into the kiss. This was a different kiss, far different from the quick pecks we shared before I left for work or before bed. This kiss was laced with emotions, small hint of passion and longing. I intertwined our hands together as I pulled away from the kiss, not wanting to push anything too far.
Now, it was his turn to sleep in my arms, to fall asleep to my steady heartbeats.
‘Sleep now, Percival.’ I said, kissing the top of his head. ‘I’ll be right here when you wake up.’
A/N : OKAY SO I HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING. I know I said I would write a Mr.Graves part 2 but I really couldn’t get the plot right. I have like 2 drafts but they did not turn out the way it should. It all starts out fine but turns a little weird and boring in the middle. So, I decided to give y’all something that’s not a hot mess. I’m so sorry!! Also, tell me if you guys would like to read the drafts of Mr.Graves part 2, cause there’s a lil nasty one there ;) THANK YOU