Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

Seeing as we've reached 4,000 comments in Round 1, it's time to make a new one. Same (lack of) rules apply. Gentle reminder to everyone to refrain from posting extremely long prompts, though. While no word limit will be imposed, take note that it is very unlikely for someone to fulfill your prompt if your prompt alone is already several paragraphs long and containing a number of specifications.

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Graves/Grindelwald- Lessons, angst, non/dubcon, fellatio

[(Anonymous)]

Graves has never been with a man before, so when Grindelwald wants oral sex, Grindelwald needs to teach him what to do.

Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Lessons, angst, non/dubcon, fellatio

[(Anonymous)]

Yes please +as snarky as Grindelwald is he also praises Graves when he does it right

Dumbledore/Grindelwald- Unrequited Love, angst, h/c

[(Anonymous)]

So Rowling said that Grindelwald never reciprocated Dumbledore's romantic feelings towards him but would have used them to keep Dumbledore at his side.
I want a fic where the two were never in a fully romantic relationship. Dumbledore was a young, inexperienced wizard at a time when homosexuality wasn't accepted. He wasn't completely sure what he was feeling, but he knew that he liked to stand extremely close to Grindelwald, and he liked it when Grindelwald held his hand, etc.
Grindelwald was a bit more worldly and knew that Dumbledore had feelings for him. Grindelwald loved Albus, too, but only as a friend. Because of this, he wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should pretend to reciprocate, because he didn't want to hurt Dumbledore in the end. However, Grindelwald eventually decided that no harm could come from some light flirting, and if he pretended to love Albus in that way, what harm could come from giving Albus (at least partially) what he wanted? So, he might have instigated a bit more physical contact than was normal between friends, and crawled into Albus's bed now and then to talk about the Hollows, knowing the effect this would have on Dumbledore. Never quite going into kissing or sexual touching, but still being incredibly intimate.

After their duel, Dumbledore goes to visit Grindelwald in Nurmengard. Now that he's older, he can see how Grindelwald manipulated him, but believes that he did it with purely malicious intent. Grindelwald still doesn't see what was wrong with pretending to be attracted to Albus in that way. After all, he did care about Dumbledore, even if it wasn't in the way Dumbledore cared for him, and, if push came to shove, Grindelwald would have gone all the way if it meant maintaining their friendship. Lots of shouting and pain ensues.

Re: Dumbledore/Grindelwald- Unrequited Love, angst, h/c

[(Anonymous)]

This is very good prompt. A+

Original!Graves/Credence, Soulmates AU

[(Anonymous)]

Credence Barebone's soulmark says: "Has anyone ever told you [insert insanely romantic/completely trite compliment here]?"

Percival Graves' soulmark says: "... I may have been born at night, but I wasn't born LAST night. Try again."

Re: Original!Graves/Credence, Soulmates AU

[(Anonymous)]

I didn't know I needed this, but I do.

Grindelwald/Graves - modern!AU, trophy wife Graves

[(Anonymous)]

Grindelwald is a top notch CEO, lawyer, politician whatever and Graves is his trophy wife. He's spoiled and pampered by Grindelwald and everyone knows how intense their relationship is.

Can be dub/non-con whatever you like

Re: Grindelwald/Graves - modern!AU, trophy wife Graves

[(Anonymous)]

Love this!!

Grindelwald-as-Graves/Newt/dark!Graves, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Newt finds out where Graves is held and goes to rescue him... But wait! Turns out Graves isn't Grindelwald's prisoner. He's Graves' accomplice. And Grindelwald is back, wearing Graves' face.

They non-con the hell out of Newt. DP, spitroast, whatever. I just need Newt being fucked by both of them while he begs Graves to see the light.

Re: Grindelwald-as-Graves/Newt/dark!Graves, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god please!!!

Newt/Graves - On their first date

[(Anonymous)]

Newt can't quite believe his luck. Percy is so sweet, and so romantic, despite how stern and brusque he can be. He hopes this date will go perfectly, so that Percy will want to take him on more dates, and be with him! Unfortunately, his creatures accidentally cause havoc. Will Percy accept it all, and forgive him?

Star Wars: Sith Graves/Sith Credence/Force Sensitive Noble Newt

[(Anonymous)]

Any Star Wars fans in the Fantastic Beast fandom?

The Scamander’s are a noble house of the planet Alderaan. Newt was born force sensitive, something his family worked hard to hide.

Even as a child, Newt always sensed his family's fear of him no matter how hard they tried to hide it. This causes him to live in fear and self loathing, forcing him to withdraw from the public under pretense of weak health. Only making social appearances when absolutely necessary.

During a feast for his brothers honor.

Graves and his apprentice Credence crash the party to assassinate Theseus and for the first time Newt is forced to use his abilities to save those he loves. Putting himself directly front and center of two very powerful vicious Sith's.

The two Sith’s are surprised to find such a strong force sensitive on this planet. They can sense Newt's fear radiating off him and they find it irresistibly intoxicating.

Percival and Credence don’t need to speak, they can both sense each others desire. They want Newt… and Sith’s take what they want.

Re: Star Wars: Sith Graves/Sith Credence/Force Sensitive Noble Newt

[(Anonymous)]

I love it!!!! Augh. I hope someone fills this genius prompt. (And hopefully Percival & Credence eventually treat that Newt well, with all of the loving treatment he deserves, ahh. <3)

Dumbledore/Graves/Grindelwald- My Soulmate's Ex, angst, hc, jealousy. unwanted soulmate

[(Anonymous)]

Graves and Grindelwald are soulmates, but neither really wants to be bonded to the other. After the film, Graves is rescued and takes some time off. Why not visit Scotland? So, he goes there and ends up meeting Dumbledore. The two start seeing each other and decide to have sex. The morning after, Graves wakes up to find Grindelwald and Albus glaring at each other. This leads to a threesome with Graves in the middle.

Bonus if Grindelwald is jealous of both of them.
Double Bonus if Graves has lots of angst over the fact that his soulmate and his boyfriend are clearly into each other.

Triple bonus if Grindelwald and Albus treat Graves differently. Maybe one is gentle and apologetic about the situation, while the other is rough and demeaning. And Graves is ashamed to enjoy being treated both ways

Re: Dumbledore/Graves/Grindelwald- My Soulmate's Ex, angst, hc, jealousy. unwanted soulmate

[(Anonymous)]

this prompt is everything

SizeQueen!Newt, Fantastic Cocks And Where To Find Them

[(Anonymous)]

Aside from the textbook, Newt is also writing a memoir with the above title. So he travels around the world and has sex with men from different countries, compiling his notes and observations so he can study them.

I just love Cockslut!Newt okay.

Bonus if at some point someone stumbles onto his notes.

Re: SizeQueen!Newt, Fantastic Cocks And Where To Find Them

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god yes please

Picquery + Graves, balancing job with friendship

[(Anonymous)]

I headcanon that Picquery and Graves are long time snarky friends who knew each other years before any of them reached their current position. Of course then the whole Grindelwald fiasco happens. Picquery has to remain unmoved cold professional, but she is struggling not to micromanage search for Graves and then keeps trying to find discreet ways to check on him once he is freed. Graves has a lot of sarcastic things to say about no-one noticing he was replaced by evil wizard.

Re: Picquery + Graves, balancing job with friendship

[(Anonymous)]

Yassss! And Picquery feels hella guilty about really enjoying how bitchy and snarky GrindleGraves had been....

Dumbledore/Grindelwald- I Must Not Tell Lies, dark humor

[(Anonymous)]

Everyone know that when your ex asks you how your life is, you don't tell him how there's been no one since him or how your ex ruined you for all others. So, when Grindelwald asks Dumbledore this during their duel, Dumbledore makes up an imaginary boyfriend named Chad. He doesn't mean for it to continue, but when Grindelwald starts writing him from prison, Dumbledore can't just admit he made the guy up. So he starts telling him details about his perfect life with his perfect boyfriend. After all, what harm could it do?

One day, though, Grindelwald breaks out of Nurmengard. And numerous Chads within the vicinity of Hogwarts start to turn up dead...

Re: Dumbledore/Grindelwald- I Must Not Tell Lies, dark humor

[(Anonymous)]

Lol excellent prompt anon!

Graves/Grindelwald- Manipulation, hate-sex turning to just sex

[(Anonymous)]

Graves thought he'd let Grindelwald seduce him so that, when Grindelwald's guard was down, Graves could make a grab for his wand and escape. Grindelwald knew about the plan, but thought he might as well let Graves try (and fail) if it meant he'd get to fuck the president's right-hand man. Neither planned to enjoy it so much that they completely lost sight of their individual plans.

Bonus if, after Graves is rescued and Grindelwald escapes, they occasionally end up having sex when they go up against each other, and neither one is entirely happy about it, but neither one can really resist.

Re: Graves/Grindelwald- Manipulation, hate-sex turning to just sex

[(Anonymous)]

omg yeeesss! i neeeed it!

Graves/Multiple- Waistcoasts, 5+1

[(Anonymous)]

Five people who think Graves looks great in a waistcoat, plus one who would rather tear it off him.

Fill: Graves/Multiple- Waistcoasts, 5+1

[(Anonymous)]

Filled on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15330741
And also on Tumblr: https://baby-boy-credence.tumblr.com/post/175997866102/waistcoat-gradence

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Harry- Arithmancy

[(Anonymous)]

So, there are some subjects that are mentioned as being taught at Hogwarts, that don't have professors mentioned as teaching them. I'd like a fic where Grindelwald escaped Nurmengard years ago and headed to Hogwarts, either to be near his former friend or to take revenge. He disguised himself as the Arithmancy teacher, because no one pays much attention to him, and has been teaching there ever since.

Dumbledore has no idea. However, during book 4, Grindelwald starts hearing rumors about Voldemort trying to come back, and doesn't want this to happen. He starts doing what he can to protect Harry, and, ends up showing up in the cemetery in time to stop Voldemort from returning. It's at this point, that Dumbledore begins to think that maybe his employee is a bit too powerful for just an arithmancy professor...

Re: Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Harry- Arithmancy ((1/7))

[(Anonymous)]

I may have veered off from what has been requested somewhere along the line. And this might not be the most serious thing in the world. But... Well... I don't really have a good excuse for posting this. There's a lot of vulgarity, but not so much in the way of sex.

***

"He's just like his father... Always up to no good."

He had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at that one. James Potter had been his favourite student once, when he'd first started teaching at Hogwarts school. Just like his father was not the first thing Dione would come up with to describe Harry Potter. Or the second thing. Or the third... But being a full-time Hogwarts professor there were precious few people to talk to over the age of eighteen, and he would rather not alienate one of them. Even if Severus Snape wasn't highest on his favourite fellow professor's list.

And yes, he did have a list.

"You know Severus, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but maybe he didn't do it."

"Nonsense."

Albus was at the top of course, and at the very bottom...

"Nobody knows how it happened. That's the great mystery isn't it?" Alastor's eye whizzed between the two of them suspiciously as he took a long drink from his flask.

A lot of the DADA hires had taken the list but this one might just beat out Lockhart for the worst of all time. Not because of anything he said or did really...

"Hey Moody, care to share?" Dione leaned back against the desk shooting the other professor a coy glance.

"Get your own then! I don't need any of your germs." He moved uncomfortably in his seat before rising up. "I've got classes to prepare for you should be doing the same."

At that Severus did roll his eyes. Dione wished he could join him but...

He had sat next to Alastor Moody for many meals and he had gotten that flask very close and he couldn't help noting that whatever was in there it didn't smell a whole lot like alcohol. Not to mention turning that kid into a ferret or showing off the unforgivable curses to a bunch of twelve year olds. Even he wasn't that stupid. Which left only one explanation.

Fucker was stealing his shtick

*

"Dione." Ah there was his favourite conversationalist. And he'd only just been getting his classroom set up for the holidays. He set his enchantments to keep working as they spoke.

"Headmaster! To what do I owe this... pleasure?" He hopped of the raised platform from which he usually gave his lessons and sidled up as close as he could to the other man without triggering his instinctual response to move away.

It was pretty close. Albus took no notice. He didn't miss a beat.

"Its about your... lesson plans."

Dione took on a sincere look of confusion. "I turn them in every Friday night. I'm... quite sure I did not forget?" He had been teaching at Hogwarts for 22 years and had not once forgotten to turn in his lesson plans. What kind of idiot would pass up such an excuse to see Albus? He was so very busy.

"Ah. Quite..." And he took the paper out of his pocket where it had gotten slightly crumpled. A bit more than slightly.

The top read Dione Chalworth--Arithmancy. Underneath that however. Well. How he hadn't noticed that was anyone's guess.

When the fourth task falls the death toll will rise was written in in place of Tuesday's lessons.

"Do you mind explaining this, Dione?"

"Huh. Well. There are no classes on Tuesday so..."

"Is this a prediction for the future?" Honestly how the hell was he supposed to know? He hadn't even remembered writing it. Maybe? Probably.

"Maybe?"

Albus sighed. "Don't forget you have Hogsmeade duty tomorrow."

"Of course not. Will you... be attending as well?" He reached one hand over the headmaster's shoulders in a way that could plausibly be construed as "just friendly".

"No. Alastor will be accompanying you and the children."

Dione dropped his hand and while his powerful occlumency concealed the thoughts written in his mind it could not do the same for the ones written on his face.

"Now now, Professor Chalworth," Ouch. Chalworth. "Alastor Moody is a splendid auror--" he hated aurors, "--who has done more than most in the fight against Voldemort." Was he supposed to flinch here? He probably should shouldn't he. Ugh what a pain--

Wait. "Has done?"

"Yes. He done. Past tense."

"No disrespect, headmaster," he tried to replace his hand on the other man's shoulder but it was shrugged off, "but that's... not past tense."

"...I did not come here for a grammar lesson, Professor Chalworth. Now excuse me." And with a flourish of his robes he turned and left.

What a jerk. Coming on in, being so cryptic and just... leaving him like that. All bothered and unsatisfied. Damn him he knew what he was doing.

Graves/Newt Long Distance Childhood Sweethearts

[(Anonymous)]

Newt and Percy knew each other since childhood. I just need utter fluff and teenager antics. Ilvermorny probably has a prom, and Percy asks Newt out.

+ Newt immediately rushes to America because Percy didn't send his weekly owl or didn't show up to their weekly firecall
+ he sees Grindelgraves and figures something is up when he doesn't get a kiss
+ he then rescues Percy (it's up to you how he does it)

Percival/Theseus (+ Newt/Tina), disgustingly in love

[(Anonymous)]

Newt takes Tina to meet his family for the first time, perhaps during christmas or some other holiday. This is accompanied by the usual nerves typical for such an occasion. What do they not expect is to find Graves in Casa Scamander behaving like he is a frequent guest. Ma Scamander comment that "It's just Percy, he is a sweetheart, really." doesn't help.
Turns out Percival and Theseus are boyfriends. Which is fair: It's not like Graves would share his personal life with Tina and Newt was too busy travelling around the world last few years to pay attention to his brother's mating habits. The thing is for two men with reputation as reserved unemotional hard-asses, Percival and Theseus act disgustingly in love. They call each other by cutesy pet names like Honey Bun and Sugar Plum, they go on long evening strolls holding hands, fall asleep embracing each other on the sofa, they aren't bit embarrassed by being interrupted during intense make out sessions.
Tina and even Newt are bit freaked out. Surely no-one can blame them if they discreetly check for impostors, or love potions or an other mind altering magic.

Bonuses:
Mr and Mrs Scamander already adopted Graves as their son-in-law and are in process of adopting Tina

Any after effects of Grindelwald ordeal welcome

Re: Percival/Theseus (+ Newt/Tina), disgustingly in love

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Grindelwald/Any or Dark!Graves/Any - Llamas With Hats AU

[(Anonymous)]

For those of you who don't know: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJOwdrTA8Gw


Any: Why do you keep doing this?

Grindels/Graves: Probably because I'm a dangerous psychopath with a long history of violence.

Any: Oh..

Grindels/Graves: I don't know how you keep forgetting that.



Give me Grindelwald or Dark!Graves dragging their partner into absolutely ridiculously violent shenanigans.

Re: Grindelwald/Any or Dark!Graves/Any - Llamas With Hats AU

[welcometoem101]

Hahahahahaha YES! I need this, but I can't decide who fits best... Maybe Newt as the any? Like he's trying to take care of them, but they just keep doing these things!

Graves/Newt, h/c

[(Anonymous)]

Premise:
So Newt is usually a bundle of energy, constantly in motion. He doesn't need to sleep a lot and eats little (which is a constant worry to the Goldstein sisters and Jacob). It usually doesn't faze Newt because he is used to survive on little but ever since childhood he crashes every once in a while and when he crashes he crashes hard. Near comatose for days, little to no energy, nosebleeds and inexplainable bruises. His family never could find out what was wrong with him even after they took him to the best mediwitches and mediwizards around the world. Newt keeps being okay after a few days of rest, so they made sure that Newt would stay with Theseus whenever he starts to show first symptoms (nosebleeds, the odd bruise here and there).

After the movie:
Newt hasn't taken a break in weeks. He has been busy writing his book, helping MACUSA aurors as a consultant (who to his eternal surprise actually like him) and dealing with the aftermath of the Grindelwald attack while getting to know the real Percival Graves. He doesn't immediately notice that he's due for another crash and when he finally realises either during an auror meeting or maybe during a stake out for poachers, it's far too late to warn anyone. He freaks everyone out by suddenly collapsing like a puppet with cut strings.

Long premise but I'd like to see caretaker Newt being the one taken care of. Like Graves' aurors actually take turns by his bedside telling him stories about which poacher they caught today. Or Jacob bringing food. Tina and Queenie taking care of his animals. And Percival pining and promising to watch out for him in the future.

+ Picket and the niffler never leaving Newt's side
++ Theseus scolding his little brother affectionately when he wakes up
+++ a welcome back party for Newt when he feels better because I love it when Graves' employees genuinely like Newt for who he is

Re: Graves/Newt, h/c

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE

Graves/Newt, swimming, bamf!Newt

[(Anonymous)]

So that scene in Ever After where Danielle is swimming in her underdress and the prince seeing her? I'd offer my first child for Newt - who totally is a child of nature in my eyes - taking a swim on one of his travels through the US not knowing that he's actually near a stake out site of MACUSA aurors.

Graves and Co. find him and are smitten because honestly...half naked, wet Newt is a dream come true. Come on, a white shirt clinging to his body and all the right curves? Showing the odd scar here and there? Who knew that Newt hid such a beautiful, slender body under all those clothes. To bad they are attacked right as they prepare to make their presence known (because civilian in danger). Luckily for them even half naked, wet and without a wand Newt kicks ass.

+ Theseus made sure that if his brother was travelling alone finding dangerous beasts and pissing off even more dangerous humans, he damn well learned how to defend himself properly even without a wand at hand.

Re: Graves/Newt, swimming, bamf!Newt

[(Anonymous)]

*wheezing noise* NEED. THIS. LIKE. AIR.

Credence/Graves, height difference

[(Anonymous)]

aka "needs more short Graves"

I've read multiple fics that make Graves taller than Credence by default, and not enough that take into account the fact that he only appears taller because Credence hunches over 24/7. (Ezra Miller is taller than Colin Farrell! I love it!) Can I have a fic that explores/exaggerates their height difference with Credence being taller?

ideas:
- Graves having to lean up/stand on his toes to kiss him
- Graves making Credence stand up straight, then realizing he has to look up to meet his eyes
- Credence standing on the curb and resting his chin on Graves' head
- Graves wearing shoes with height and being even shorter when he takes them off (barefoot Graves!!!)
- Credence becoming confident in his posture and stature

Would prefer Real!Graves, but I don't mind ambiguity as long as I don't have to imagine Johnny Depp.

Re: Credence/Graves, height difference

[(Anonymous)]

seconded

Credence/Real!Graves, Credence + kneeling

[(Anonymous)]

that's it that's the prompt

Fill: Credence/Real!Graves, Credence + kneeling (1/1)

[(Anonymous)]

i gotchu fam
tw for, uh, idolatry? and misuse of religion
/

“Who are you?”

It’s the same face. They look nothing alike.

Credence feels his stomach twisting into knots. He still hurts, everywhere and anywhere it’s possible to hurt and a few other places too. His muscles are full of shards of glass. Breathing fills his lungs with cold. Every step is an explosion of agony. His head is invaded by flashes of light and clouds of smoke and―Don’t worry, my boy. Please, he thinks. Please.

So he swallows and says in a small voice, “Mr. Graves.”

Silence. Credence gives him quick subtle glances from beneath his lashes, holding his hands in front of him, trying uselessly to stop the trembling. After another long beat, where Mr. Graves considers him with a face devoid of any expression, he closes the door behind him and drops the keys in a little glass bowl.

“I said, who are you?”

His pupils dilate like ink spilling.

“I’m – I’m.” He tightens a fist. “I’m Credence.”

He feels stupid as soon as he says it. He knows that he’s not – he knows that – that blond man, he thinks, and his blood runs cold. The one with the smile like a fern curling around a fence and the old eyes, and – and he has to release his breath abruptly when he realises he’s been holding it and it hurts more, then, a wave of pain that splashes the shores of his veins. The jut of bone of his hips, his shoulder blades, his ribs – all of it, consumed by something hot and sticky.

There’s the click of footsteps – outside somebody screams a curse – a dog barks – Mr. Graves tilts his chin up with the back of his hand. And it’s the same hand, the one that touched him so kindly, the one that pulled him closer, the one that brushed back his hair, the one that – that he thought about – that he –

“Forgive me,” he says, he gasps – the words escape out of him like burning embers, they scald his tongue, they crawl out of the dark throbbing thing that makes up his soul now, they – he – “Forgive me, I’m sorry, I’m―”

“Credence,” says Mr. Graves, as if he’s tasting the word. “The Barebone boy.”

“Y-yes,” says Credence, but a sob stretches the syllable, turns it into yessss as if he’s hissing it. Please, he thinks again, and looks away from the empty realisation he isn’t even begging to God now. What right does he have, to beg anywhere? He’s murdered his own mother. He’s hurt people. He wants and wants and wants with an endless longing that curdles the sweetest food, that rots the water, because –

“You’re shaking,” notes Mr. Graves. He doesn’t seem particularly impressed with this, just as he hadn’t seemed too worried about finding a stranger in his home. Credence says nothing for fear of losing Mr. Graves’s hand, which hasn’t moved away from his chin, although in the end it’s unnecessary – Mr. Graves shifts away on his own, taking off his coat – he looks smaller out of it, a bit underfed, which Credence knows all about – and walking towards the kitchen.

Credence thinks: I should leave.

Credence thinks: I’m a bother, he doesn’t know me, he didn’t even know my name, he doesn’t want me – here – he doesn’t want me –

He thinks, digging his nails into the meat of his palm: he hasn’t told me to leave.

So he stays. And after no other comment floats his way, he follows.

The kitchen is as Spartan as the living room, heavy wooden cabinets and an aged table and very little clutter anywhere. Credence wonders if the blond man was as neat as Mr. Graves or if he just hadn’t been living here and then immediately erases the idea from his mind, because it makes his mouth taste bitter. And he doesn’t know what to say – he wishes he had Chastity’s strange loquaciousness, which could talk down Ma from all but the worst of her rages, where she turned holy with a divine zeal. But he knows if he dares to talk sweetness won’t come out. There’s nothing kind or sweet or good in him at all – even as he stands there, useless as always, watching as Mr. Graves makes pasta with languid motions of his hands, he feels a quiet peacefulness enveloping him, devouring him from the inside out. The curve of that strong neck, the cufflinks, the ironed crease of the trousers, the shiny shoes.

It smells like him. The house, and the kitchen, and everywhere, probably. It smells like him.

Credence swallows. He lowers his eyes.

“Sit down,” says Mr. Graves. He puts a plate of steaming food on the table and pulls back a chair that looks older than Credence (and far more steady too) by hooking his ankle around it. Then he motions again with his hand, and another chair appears, and he – he sits. Graceful like a cat. Utterly unselfconscious.

Sit down. Like an order. That was an order, he thinks. His thoughts feel slow as molasses. The shaking’s slowed down – that always leaves him exhausted. His spine is a train track of scars.

Credence sits down.

“Eat,” says Mr. Graves.

Laconic. The blond man talked far more. That doesn’t matter. Credence stares at the line of his throat as he chews and swallows and eats until Mr. Graves raises his head and arches an eyebrow, as if asking well? Then he picks up a fork and eats, hunched down over his meal as he’s been taught. Other people’s kindness is an unsteady ship. You never know when the next meal will come, or who will try to fight you for it, so.

And besides. Mr. Graves cooked this.

He scrapes the plate clean. The tomato sauce is a mess around his mouth that he wipes with the back of his hand, then he licks that. Mr. Graves is studying him thoughtfully, one arm thrown over the back of a chair. Thinner, definitely. Leaner. More dangerous. More dangerous. More dangerous.

More contained. More – if Mr. Graves held him like before, then perhaps –

“What do you want?”

Credence starts.

“N – me? I – nothing. Nothing.” But even as he says it he knows he’s lying. A blush creeps up his neck and flushes his mouth and his cheekbones and his nose. He hunches over a bit more.

Mr. Graves’s other hand is resting on the table. He drums his fingers, only once. And he says again:

“What do you want?”

“I want to stay with you,” Credence blurts out, before the strange bravery that’s possessed him abandons him. “I want – please. Let me―” He begins to stand up, for some unexplainable reason – Mr. Graves stands up as well, only he grabs the dirty plates and puts them in the sink and then he walks around the table and leaves the kitchen and – Credence follows him, even though he stumbles out of pure nerves and knocks his hip against the table. It will bruise later. Will it?

Is he even human anymore - smoke and shadows and light and the blinding shaking hurting heat -

It will bruise. Surely. If he can hurt still. When nothing else, trust in pain.

If he’s rejected this time then – (the hard light inside him throbs) – then – so he can’t let that happen, no matter how much he wants to please Mr. Graves, who is distinguished and powerful and handsome in his pressed suits. Shouldn’t it be all right? Just this once?

He can’t manage to raise his voice above a whisper. “Mr. Graves, please, I―”

“No.”

“But―” Credence breathes deeply and blinks back the promise of tears. A shudder rattles his hollow bones. “But I wouldn’t – I wouldn’t be a problem, I promise, I-I’m quiet and I can―” he raises a hand to touch his closed throat and then jerks it away before finishing the movement. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Mr. Graves―”

“Child,” says Mr. Grave. His expression hasn’t changed at all, the faint lines around his eyes relaxed, his stern mouth serene. “I said no.”

And he feels the hard light that makes up his bones and his veins and his blood and his soul, now, he feels it stirring like a breeze blowing cold sand under the moon-full desert, he feels it wanting to come out, to crack him like rotten fruit and explode, because there is pain and it spills and leaks and bleeds, and it won’t stop - it won’t stop unless Mr. Graves grabs him by the scruff and forces him to meet his stare and then maybe they’ll be closer still and – Credence holds his breath as if hoping he’ll remain unnoticed from the savage teeth of his own magic… And that fear reminds him of his mother, of Ma, with those eyes bright as jewels, and the belt in her hand, saying:

I want you to pray to God, Credence. I want you to be good so that people will love you. So that I can love you.

I want you to kneel.

So

he

kneels.

He kneels: the line of his spine curving as his legs bend and his hand reaching for the ground and then his knees knocking the floor gracelessly - you are so brave and so quiet I forget you are suffering - trust in pain. In his head, the memory of Ma, who’s so much easier to love now that she’s gone, now that he can use the dead sound of her body falling as a lullaby before sleep.

God doesn’t owe you anything, she used to say. God gave us life and they are ours, but we can’t spend them unwisely. So you beg, Credence.

He begs: “Please. Mr – Mr. Graves. I-I’m begging you.” Except he feels good like this and so his voice steadies: “I’m begging you.”

You beg on your knees, with humility…

“I want to stay by your side.”

Like pulling a gold thread somebody unkind sewed through his heart. Like bleeding out the poison and crawling away clean.

Mr. Graves watches him for a long, breathless moment. He’s so quiet, even just standing there, he doesn’t fidget, he contains himself, the sun of his own planet, the kind of intensity that bends everything at its will.

“Please,” Credence whispers, bowing his head, “keep me.”

Behind Mr. Graves, the door opens. It reveals a bedroom in shadow, dark curtains opened enough to allow a sliver of moonlight that contours the shape of a bed. Credence counts his own heartbeat. He’s staring at his hands, pale and scarred and slightly ungainly like everything about him, as if he still hasn’t managed to shed the awkwardness of childhood. Mr. Graves turns around, as sedate as he does everything else – he dares to glance at the shoes, the firm lines of his calves – and he steps into the other room. Silence. Silence. Silence. His pulse drumming inside his skull.

So his heart’s real, then, he thinks. He feels so deliciously weak like this, the hard light softens again, drips through his body as gentle as honeyed milk.

“Very well, then,” says Mr. Grave, low. “Come here.”

You pray, you beg, and then you prove you’re grateful.

“Yes, Mr. Graves…”

He tries to straighten up, but: “I didn’t say you could get up.” Contemplative. Lazy. The first hint of emotion at all.

You make sacrifices, in exchange for what you ask. Be a man of God in body and soul, and he will be good. He will be kind.

“Yes, Mr. Graves.” And he crawls.

But when it’s true like that, it won’t feel like a sacrifice at all.

Asylum AU: Doctor Percival/ Patient Credence/ Doctor Newt

[(Anonymous)]

Credence was just a poor ordinary soul, who lived a less than ideal life with his siblings under their abusive mother. After one bad night with his mother'd psychotic rages, he blacks out and wakes to find himself handcuffed to a hospital bed. His family were brutally killed and he as the sole survivor. As if losing his family was bad enough… Credence is told that he being blamed for the murders and was labeled as a psychotic.

Credence is sent on a oneway trip to the notorious Azkaban Asylum, to spend the rest of his days surrounded by maniacs and lunatics.

This is the first time the asylum received such a young patient charged with such a brutal crime, so two doctors are put in charge of him. Doctor Graves, a veteran of psychology regarding the criminally insane and Dr. Scamander, a psychologist who specialize with trauma and abuse.

Together they try to piece together Credence’s lost 24 hour blackout when the crime happened.

The sessions are long and frustrating, but things get more complicated when Credence realizes that he’s starting to have feelings for his doctors. Credence knows better than to act on it, knowing if the does cross that line than he will be removed from their care and be put under Doctor Grindelwald’s instead. A man who radiates such a dark aura and never ceases to creep Credence out.

Whether Credence actually killed his family is up to the writer, but can Credence handle the truth once he finds it?

Graves/Newt -- Regency AU

[(Anonymous)]

(aka Pride and Prejudice -- could be magical, could be alpha/beta/omega, could be nonmagical, could be whatever -- just make it a regency au)

Newt is the youngest son of relatively well off family, and as such, should be swimming in social calls and suitors' letters. Except he's a bit strange -- always chasing after beasts and returning with mud on his clothes and twigs in his hair. He's just not marriage material. And, much to the dismay of his family, he's perfectly content to remain that way.

Except, somehow, miraculously, he's caught the eye on Mr. Percival Graves, a most eligible bachelor of considerable fortune, who has just bought property in their village. What follows is sure to be a most amusing courtship and, if the stars are aligned, marriage!

(By the way, there's a pretty awesome trope in P&P fandom, where Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennett are caught in some sort of compromising position and must marry! Right away! to avoid scandal. I would not be adverse to such a trope being employed here.)

Re: Graves/Newt -- Regency AU

[(Anonymous)]

where has this been all my life

Mary Lou/Credence - enemas

[(Anonymous)]

Constipation causes sexual urges. And masturbation is a sin.

I'll just leave this here. Blame Kellogg.

Re: Mary Lou/Credence - enemas

[(Anonymous)]

If you go where I think you go, I'm glad I could inspire you. :P

Newt + Picquery - bamf!secretagent!newt

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Seraphina Picquery knows the moment Grindalwald!Graves steps inside MACUSA that he is not the real Graves. She has a sinking suspicion about who he is given the uproar about Gellert Grindalwald. She can't risk confronting the imposter head on and so turns to her contact at the Ministry of Magic. Graves' equivalent across the pond, one Theseus Scamander. Theseus is keen to help especially when he hears it involves his old friend, Percival, and sends the best if somewhat unconventional person to do it. Enter one Newt Scamander, Magizoologist by day and ass kicking, name taking wizarding secret agent by whenever he's done feeding his beasts.

Bonus for Tina's demotion being part of Picquery's machinations behind the scenes. She needed a skilled Auror with intuition to help Newt out, but not one so high up that Grindal!Graves would care. Another bonus for the real!Graves making a quip about how the situation must have been pretty bad for Theseus and Picquery to send in Newt.

Re: Newt + Picquery - bamf!secretagent!newt

[(Anonymous)]

GIVE IT TO ME NOOOOOOW!!!!