fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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Graves had been watching over Credence before Grindelwald supplanted him. During the big showdown, Graves manages to escape his prison and, despite being badly wounded, apparates to the scene.

Just in time to throw up shields to protect Credence from the aurors' attempts to kill him.

No-Angst Option:
The shield works. Credence survives, Grindelwald is defeated, and Credence gets to experience what it's like to have the real Graves fighting in his corner.

Angst Option:
Graves is weakened by torture and wandless, so while he's able to shield Credence the strain of it kills him. Credence survives, Grindelwald is defeated, but Credence will never truly know the man who gave everything to protect him.

Why you hurt me so good, anon? 10/10 prompt.

Holy hell anon I need both options filled and I need them right now!!!!

The irony is, if it was anyone else, anyone except for Graves cradled in Tina's arms, this would not be a problem.

Because Graves could heal. Graves could fix this as he had fixed countless other injuries in his lifetime. He is a strong man, the power of his magic only matched by the strength of his convictions.

But even Graves can only take so much.

Tina can feel the sputtering flutter of his heart beneath her palm. She had laid it there to urge him to remain still before she realized just how needless such urgings are-- she's quite certain now that Graves could not even lift his own head. So her hand remains there, fingers splayed wide over his sternum, feeling every weak gasp and shallow heartbeat.

Outside the protective bubble she had cast around herself, Graves, and Credence, the battle wages on. Newt had exposed Grindelwald, and the aurors had sprung to action to apprehend him. Spells slam against the shield, and each time the young man flinches and whimpers. He is curled as far away from them as possible with his knees pulled to his chest and his head ducked low. Black mist oozes from around him, and while Tina knows she should be more concerned about him losing control again all her worry is singularly focused on Graves.

He won't make it. This she knows with the sort of resigned certainty that drags her heart down into her stomach. Weeks (months?) of being Grindelwald's personal plaything has worn him down; it's evident from the scarring across his face, his arms, his chest. It's clear through the splinching of his leg-- the bloody mess of his lower body a testament to the fact that he should not have come here in the first place, let alone attempted to shield Credence from the spells of twenty aurors. He was weakened beyond measure when he arrived, but it was what he did after that killed him.

"You're a foolish man," Tina says softly as she coaxes forth a spell. It glows beneath her hand, spreading like the light of dawn across his chest. Though it cannot save him, perhaps it will ease his passing.

Some of the lines of pain etched into his features begin to ease, relaxing somewhat under Tina's gentle care. Graves's lips flicker into a faint smile, just barely a quirk at their corners.

"Sometimes a little foolishness is necessary," he replies, his voice a soft rasp that belies his exhaustion. He struggles to say more, but when the strength to find the words won't come his gaze travels over toward Credence.

"I'll look after him," Tina promises.

Graves nods but then clenches his eyes closed under an onslaught of pain that her tenuous magic cannot banish. Tina is so focused on trying to strengthen the spell while simultaneously holding up the shield that she doesn't truly notice the soft shuffle of fabric sliding closer until Credence's clammy hand is resting on top of hers. She feels her power expand, unfurling like the petals of a flower under the sun with Credence's assistance.

Graves's jaw unclenches and his fingers uncurl. He looks at peace as he drags in his final few breaths. Still, his heart doesn't stop fighting the battle for several moments more. Tina feels the weak, faltering thumps in her fingertips until finally even they cease. Curling her fingers into his shirt, she hangs her head and tries not to give voice to the sobs threatening to tear from her throat.

She is only peripherally aware of Credence withdrawing his hand and backing away once more. Tina forces herself to look up, to meet the eyes of the young man Graves had given everything to protect. The boy is hanging his head, but the shadow of the Obscurus no longer looms over his shoulders.
"Why?" is all the boy can think to ask.

And truly, Tina doesn't know how to answer. The motives of Percival Graves have been a mystery to her before Grindelwald arrived and muddied the waters further. She truly cannot say what the boy meant to Graves.

"He thought you were worth saving," she finally concludes, knowing it is a paltry answer in response to the magnitude of what has happened, yet unable to think of any better response. "I suppose all you can do now is prove him right."

Credence's head lifts, and though his mouth is pulled into the same miserable frown that has always marred his features, there seems to be a light in his eyes which she has never seen before.

A/N: Concrit welcome.

*sniff*

Oh man. So perfectly sad.

(God, I hope someone writes the non-angst version of this story. Not because yours was lacking - it's great/em> - but because I have all the sads right now because you did it so skillfully)

Ohhhh my heart ;_;

Hi!

I've written a no angst version:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9521663/chapters/21578840

The fills already posted was lovely!

I just couldn't give this prompt up, so I added something else and posted it here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/9557984/chapters/21611036

Couldn't resist adding to the collection of wonderful fills for this prompt!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10136081

Prompt Post #2

Graves + Credence, Fix-It (Or make it worse)

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[Fill] Sacrifice

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Re: [Fill] Sacrifice

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Fill: Graves + Credence, Fix-It (Or make it worse)

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