“It’s fine. Newt has…” Theseus looked unhappy. “Has decided that he’ll see Percival for daily visits per traditional courting.”
Percival’s feline ears swivelled up, feeling something delightful pour over the shame in him.
“Newt agreed to court?”
“Despite all this nonsense, he has,” Theseus grumbled.
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“How may I help you Mr. Scamander?”
“The waheela you purchased,” he began.
“What of them?” Percival inquired and Newt realized how rash he was being, bursting into an office and trying to reproach a man without even knowing if he was mistreating the beasts.
“M-May I meet them?” He blurted out.
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Percival just had to kiss him. Newt leaned into it, sighing out sweetly. This darling contradiction, a pure deviant.
“C-can we…” Newt looked down shyly. “Can we do that again sometime?”
“Of course,” he agreed warmly, knowing he was going to snatch this boy up and never let him go. Newt was going to be his in every way possible and the sweetheart had no idea yet. Percival was going to coax him and marry him and make him his permanently.
He was already Percival’s.
Newt felt a bit of cold creep into his bones, worry eating at him. But he also knew without a doubt that his father hadn’t raised him to sell him off. Percival had been a good father, always cared for Newt. Babied him and spoiled him a bit more than Theseus.
His soft omega son.
His precious boy.
“Oh,” Newt breathed weakly and his father looked so proud that Newt put it together himself. “You h-had me to m-mate me.”
“Not just mate,” Percival corrected gently, cupping Newt’s neck in both hands, a gesture of support and control as he made Newt look up at him. “I’m going to marry you, my little darling. My omega bride.”
“Oh, hello little darling,” Newt finally whispered softly, as if talking too loud would break the moment.
Something like awe settling over him.
This child he delivered in a single night.
Despite being a man.
Clearly, the lore on the incubus was vastly underwhelming compared to the truth.
A tail curled around Newt’s wrist, holding tightly as the baby drank contently, blinking his golden eyes up at Newt. As if imprinting on him, looking up at his mother as Newt peered looked back down and felt his heart make room for this new life.
“I suppose I’m your mummy, my little darling.”