fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme ([personal profile] fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme) wrote2016-11-23 07:27 am
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Prompt Post #1

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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Credence/Graves, ABO AU

(Anonymous) 2016-11-24 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
This ship just screams alpha-beta-omega AU. Please, dear anons.
Clarification - I vastly prefer original Graves, rather than Grindelwald. Grindelwald was either never part of the plot, or the original Graves is rescued and the whole story commences. Thank you.

Re: Credence/Graves, ABO AU

(Anonymous) 2016-11-26 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I other level agree and need this.

Re: Credence/Graves, ABO AU

(Anonymous) 2016-11-28 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
oh lord pleeease

Re: Credence/Graves, ABO AU somewhat fill

(Anonymous) 2016-12-14 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
note that ive always headcanoned original graves and credence knowing each other b4hand and love the thought of them finding one another after grindelwalrd is gone!!

The one thing Credence remembers about Graves from the before is his scent.

Dark and heavy, with a snatch of pine and glossed over with a light touch of vanilla; it was the scent of a full hearth and a warm welcome back home. Credence had allowed himself to be fully intoxicated with it; let himself become enveloped by its warm allure, despite the precautions of his Mother. When the older man had visited him, robes billowing about him like cresting smoke, the drifting scent of the alpha caught in his nose like a plug.

It always made pulling away the hardest; but Credence knows- Credence feels- that if he did not, no one would have been able to tear him away.

So it was with a heavy heart and a confused nose that he took in the monstrosity before him. This Graves isn't the pines; isn't the forest, isn't the milk in warm coffee, nor the hazy morning fog that brings a crispness to the air. This Graves brings with him a tempered fire, a willowing soul, and a craze in the squalor of his gaze. Credence had known this to be Graves, but it could never truly be his Graves.

Despite his own warnings to himself, Credence still sought the comfort not unlike that of a wily and unrepentant soul in this Graves. But where Graves had once bridged a gap, had once mended a tear, had once sealed a wound- this Graves now took.

Credence clung to his alpha's scent, despite the fact that it was wrong.

Like a moth to a flame, Credence allowed himself to be scorched and marked by the hands of a forest fire. The beta inside of Credence gave him a steady hand and a clear mind.

But the scent, just as it once did, will always inebriate him. Even though it isn't his Graves, it's a Graves, and that's all Credence has ever wanted.

(Even through the blackening sky and the crack and tear of his heart, little Credence still wonders if his Graves is out there.)

(Was it hidden beneath layers of primal flesh and instinct, something the beta could never reach until Graves had lost himself?)

(By the time this Graves had clasped the back of his neck, nails digging in and claiming, Credence knew he was too far gone to be stopped.)

Re: Credence/Graves, ABO AU somewhat fill

(Anonymous) 2018-08-21 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I like it. ^_^