Look I’ve written many things, but this was my pinnacle as a writer.
From the final chapter of I like the way my heart is blooming (on and on, you’ll never be mine):
“I don’t mind,” Credence says. “I don’t really have a schedule right now. Except that I try to feed the chickens at the same time every day.”
“Chickens?” Mr. Graves asks. The look on his face makes Credence smile a little.
He cuts a piece of waffle with the side of his fork before he begins to explain.
“Newt has chickens,” Credence says. “They live in the backyard and he named them all.”
“Of course he did,” Mr. Graves says.
He shakes his head and says the word again, “Chickens.”
Credence has just put another bite of food in his mouth when Mr. Graves looks at him and says, “Speaking of cock.”
Credence chokes.
“Shit,” Mr. Graves says.
Tag / gradence
“are you here with us? are you in this room, are you… with us?”
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gradence
after the events of the movie, the real Graves comes to check on Credence, to speak with him and see if he’s okay, only to find that Credence – betrayed and untrusting – no longer wants anything to do with him. so, Graves keeps an eye on him from a distance. helps and protects him from afar, does small things to make Credence’s life easier, secretly retaliates against anyone that tries to hurt him. whether he ever reveals himself, or whether Credence comes around, is up to you.
This prompt came into my life and ripped like two handfuls of my own hair out of my damn head.
Anyway, here’s like… 8,000 words or whatever I didn’t edit this and I’m not going to unless someone else comes up with a title and summary and all that AO3-necessary shit. I refuse.
Also there’s, uh, historical references to war, my shitty French, a bunch of OCs, and Newt’s mom. Some random Harry Potter references but like I probably don’t care that much about CANON. And I put Graves through a meat grinder kinda sorta. So if you’re squeamish about the aftermath of torture? Maybe take a hard pass.
This isn’t even shippy.
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Past the quays of La Havre, a wind-battered house sits so near to the edge of a cliff that it seems to dare God and Heaven to knock it into the Channel. The few who sail past and spot it joke that the devil must live there — surely he sits along the falaises and stirs the seas with his pitchfork.
A man with long blond hair tied up into a knot at the nape of his neck adjusts his robes as he approached the house. He does not move as though he fears the devil so much as the wind tearing open a recently stitched seam along his sleeve. He knocks on the door.
The woman who answers stands head and shoulders beneath him, with broad shoulders and thick arms that she crosses over her chest. The color of her skin says less about her parentage than the sharpness of her teeth.
“Ça va?”
The man speaks French poorly, “Good morning, Madame! I am here to see Mr. Credence Barebone. He has hired me.”
“Vraiment,” she says, with a smile full of knives.
She steps away, leaving the door open. The man walks into the house, finding it lavishly decorated in a style sixty years out of date. Not a speck of dust or grain of sand can be seen. The man lifts his feet one at a time and spells away the dirt on his shoes with a few whispered words.
“Credence!” the woman shouts at the stairs. “There is a strange man here who says you’re his employer!”
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A Spider’s Throne – fake_years – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them [AO3]
Fandom: Fantastic Beasts, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves
Summary: Prompt: “Credence Barebone is a cursed man. He only has a human form during Samhain, when the season shifts into dark times, and spends the rest of his days as a horrible monster made of darkness and smoke. But this year, while he has a man’s body, Credence meets someone.”
A Spider’s Throne – fake_years – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them [AO3]
Director’s Commentary: There’s nothing wrong with me (loving you)
I don’t know where I put the rest of these, but I know I did some director’s cuts of fics a while ago. Anyway, I’m doing one for my ABO fic cause @johnnythirteenguns had a lot of questions about it and I think, in general, a lot of people reread it and it is full of secret depths.
But it’s also INTENSELY pornographic. So, y’know. Watch out.
(For anyone who has not yet read the original, non-commentary version, it is on AO3 here!)
The Truth of Masks – Chapter 1 – intravenusann – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
When the Goldstein sisters take Credence as their date to MACUSA’s annual Halloween ball, he meets a man in a mask. What happens after that? Well, it’s like something out of a motion picture.
Written for @nettlekettle’s prompt for @gradencetrickortreat!
Chapter two coming tomorrow.
The most generous and kind @lapushpup commissioned me to draw for the super talented @acroamatica‘s fic Shadowplay. It’s an amazing fic. Check it out!
I was literally just thinking of this fic this morning. :3
I don’t want to ruin it for anyone but that one scene in “In a City, Reconstructed” is literally Credence standing outside Percy’s house with a boombox playing Peter Gabriel while Percy overcompensates with #aesthetics like he’s a 21-year-old whose crush saw him at the grocery store in sweatpants with no makeup on.
Also I definitely wrote it while listening to “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by the Proclaimers.
But Percy’s feeling very, uh, New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle.”
Oh, good. This is 100% how I read that scene.
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