#credence barebone x percival graves

[unrequitedfate]

I'm on a classical music kick and the thought of Percival, a conductor, hiring Credence, a violinist, to give a freshly written piece a try.

Let's just say they butt heads because Percival hears it one way, the way his written it and Credence is reading and playing it differently than excepted.

Credence is told to replay it too many times, growing frustrated with ever 'start over'. He does his best to play the expectation but after some of the hairs of the bow start breaking is when he can't see the point of it all. The continuously breaking the hairs is far too much of an expense to replace.

Credence begins to protest the continuation, but Percival is hardheaded when it comes to his works. Saying he'll replace it if he continues to play for him.

Did Percival expect to hear his work? Yes. Did Credence play it correctly? Who knows. There's something about the way Credence plays that he finds intriguing. After the fifth restart, Percival notices that annoyance building up. Somehow, it becomes a game to him to just see what he can bring out of Credence.

As excepted, far too many hairs have broken by the time they finish. Credence is handed an envelope of what his owed before Percival is leaving. Yeah, it's pretty quiet between them as they leave. When Percival is nowhere to be seen, Credence opens envelope to check. He's certainty paid with an extra that could repair his bow nearly three times. In the back is a note with three words, 'till next time'.

[thebooktopus]

The theme of the month is "April Showers"! For Week Three, I present: watersports. You'll also find several guest recs from the one and only @the-starryknight, identified by the 💧 emoji!

Next week will be... Drizzle Fest works, a two-parter! Have a rec you think belongs on this list? Send me a DM! Check out last week's post, showers, here. Recs are Drarry unless otherwise noted.

Due to the nature of this rec list and not wanting to squick anyone out, everything’s below the cut. I thought I was squicked by this trope and then I read one of the fics I rec below, so if your interest is piqued... just saying. DL, DR!

💛 Subatomic by @earlybloomingparentheses // E // 22K // Wolfstar // tenderness, daddy kink, talking dildos, hurt/comfort... it's all here, folks. SO GOOD.

Remus cried out. The sensation was so strange. He squirmed. He didn’t know what he felt as Sirius lapped at his cock, his impossible, stubborn cock. He wasn’t sure he was turned on anymore, just wound so tightly he was crying a little with the need for release. It was a kind of release he couldn’t have named, though, not the bright burst of orgasm but a shameful rush he was so afraid of he couldn’t let it go.

💛 Burned Silk, Buckled Leather by @ruinsplume // E // 12K // Sirius/Draco // ooooh this was so, so good. just two broken men trying to open up to each other. sweet and dirty.

“Daddy sees you,” Sirius murmurs. “You’re so brave to let me see you like this.”

💛 Heart and Soul by @shiftylinguini // E // 12K // Wolfstar // this is like... smut CONFESSIONAL. easily one of the hottest fics ever, the dirty talk and the intimacy and their inability to hold back with one another? man oh man. no on-screen waterworks, by the way, just discussions of. doesn't make it rate any lower, trust me.

“I want you to...mark me,” he says again, grinding his hips against Remus, “oh god, like territory,” he whispers, hot against his ear. “Mark me like I'm your territory.”

💛 Wonderful Electric (Cover Me in You) by @lqtraintracks // E// 10K // this is the fic that changed my mind about watersports. enough said?

He faces away from me for a long moment. Long enough that I approach him. Before I can lay my hands on him, he says, “I didn’t know I wanted that. You knew I wanted that.”

💛 To Me You Are the Sea by @marguerite26 // E // 8K // Scarry // this fic encompasses all of the goodness of a secret relationship - the pining, the jealousy, the incredible smut, a satisfyingly sweet ending. so, so good.

"Harry." He was hard, aching. But he couldn't do this. Harry was going to ask more and more and poke at him until he broke. He was not in his right mind and the pressure in his bladder was excruciating. He squirmed beneath Harry's grasp, twisting away and reaching for the door handle. "Harry, please."

💛 Alabaster by @slytherco // E // 6K // the quiet intimacy, the trust and vulnerability between these two is just nailed in this fic. yes, it's mostly smut, but it's lovely, endearing, honest... I could go on and on. one of my favorites I've read recently.

If perhaps, it’s how Draco helped create a space where Harry can indulge in this foreign sensation without explicitly saying he would maybe enjoy that, if his wide-eyed lust comes from sheer, unforeseen discovery or some kind of premeditated gratification where Draco’s playing blindfolded chess and getting it right on each move.

💛 Float by @shiftylinguini // E // 4K // the quiet urgency, the tenderness and acceptance of how Draco and Harry fall into each other in this fic is so FUCKING SPECIAL. love love loved this one.

The relief―the relief is so much, a giddy release of pent up pressure, starting in his middle and puddling in his balls and pouring out of him in a glorious yellow stream. He can't think beyond it, for a hot and heady moment, until he looks down and sees―feet. Feet which recoil, quick as if burned. Feet which belong to a person in a tub, a tub full of warm water, which Harry is currently pissing into.

💧 Sports Star by @moonflower-rose // E // 4K // “The first half of this fic builds tension as effectively as Harry's desperation grows, keeping me on the edge of my seat. I was so eager to see what would happen -- and enamored with how it all -- er -- came together. This one's a scorcher, full of Moonflower's brilliant prose, fantastic sense of humour, and blistering smut." -starry

“Hell of a post-game ritual, Potter.”

💛 Stream and Scent by @anaxandria-writes // E // 4K // NottPott // ok. alpha/alpha ✅ this fic is... hedonistic. it's feral. the push/pull between these two, the topple for dominance, the marking and claiming aspect? my goodness. Incredible.

Harry smelled of him.

💛 Waiting Under Vain by @supergrover24 // E // 4K // Harry/Teddy // this pairing makes this trope feel extra illicit. quick build up, doesn't take much to push Harry over the edge. fiyahh.

He's not sure where this particular perversion came from, since it's certainly not something he's done before, even though he's wanted to.

💧 Coming on Stream by @maesterchill // E // 2K // “This came up in a conversation about this kink -- I'd never read it before but knew how much I love M's writing. And I wasn't wrong! It's a fabulous fic, rich in characterization, with a brilliantly composed dynamic between Draco and Harry as they negotiate their nervousness together." -starry

He knew it was a bit weird, even at the time. But it was something he could enjoy alone, something he could control, something the Dursleys couldn't touch. And, damn it, it felt good . Why shouldn’t he have this one thing? Those moments of intense pleasure were small, bright points in his sunless existence and he wasn’t going to give them up.

Art and Podfics!

💛 Come for Me by @frayach read by @mab-speaks // E // podfic, 3 hours

He watched hungrily as the wetness began to spread . . . it was like Draco was coming – only better.

💛 Not-So-Werewolfy Traits by @anaxandria-writes read by @greenmegsnoham // E // podfic, 3 minutes

You look up at me through your eyelashes as a rivulet traces down your temple, your grey eyes hazy with arousal and love.

💛 Relax, My Boy by @gradencecolezra // E // art // Credence Barebone/Percival Graves

[allourheroes]

Promptttttt Credence x Graves..... Graves is Officer Nasty. You already know what's up *eeyyyyy*

Super short and maybe super OOC, but, uh, it’s something.

Modern AU? | Credence Barebone/Percival Graves

Credence tends not to look up too often. When he does, he sees irritation and anger and hatred and pity and a million other things he can’t understand.

He just needs to make it home.

The thing is, he’s so focused on clutching the pamphlets to his chest, on walking quickly, on never making eye contact, that he bumps into someone.

It’s not the first time, but when he glances up far enough to see a police officer’s uniform staring back at him, he panics.

“So-- so sorry, sir.”

“You’d better be,” the cop tells him, voice stern. “I could take you in for assaulting an officer.”

Credence already feels the tears welling in his eyes. “Please, I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t-- Please.” He sniffles and then he feels a hand on his shoulder and he flinches.

“Hey.”

Credence is trying his best not to cry. “Sorry,” he mumbles, wet and edging into a whine.

“It’s fine,” the officer says, and Credence takes a moment to breathe, to regain what little composure he can, before actually looking at the man’s face.

The cop is smiling, but there’s too much concern for it to be natural or genuine.

“It was an accident,” Credence repeats, small and ineffectual. “I’m sorry,” and he looks at the cop’s badge and frowns, “Officer Nasty.”

The man’s expression is sheepish and, above all else, real. “As you’ve probably guessed, I’m not a cop.”

“Why are you dressed like one?”

Officer Nasty boggles at him. “I’m a, uh, hot cop.”

“I thought you weren’t a cop?”

The not-cop-hot-cop lets out a sigh. “Look, kid, I dress up like a cop, go to parties, then take off my clothes.”

Credence blushes. “What?”

“I’m a stripper.”

“Oh.” Credence, with some difficulty, pries his gaze away from the man’s face to stare at his armful of pamphlets. “God will punish you. Mother says so.”

The guy laughs. “I hope someone will.” He pauses and Credence in his sinful curiosity looks back up. “What’s your name?”

He probably shouldn’t. It’s not right-- “Credence,” he says.

“Well, Credence,” the man says, and Credence nearly shudders at hearing his own name from the stranger’s mouth. “I’m going to give you my card.” When Credence turns a particularly alarming shade of red, he adds, “And you don’t have to call me about business.”

“I don’t--”

The man--Percival Graves, and that can’t just be his stripper name--puts out a hand. “You seem like you could use someone to talk to.”

Credence exhales sharply, but he doesn’t deny it.

“Call me.”

Two days later, from a payphone three blocks from the church, Credence does.

[zodiyack]

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(Request) The Shelby Trio’s younger sister, innocent unlike her sisters, is dating a wizard with magical creatures. The family finds out when Arthur is headbutted by a flying Niffler.

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Heaven From Hell: Part One

Upon each of their demises, Credence Barebone and Percival Graves wake to find themselves in a dark forest. It’s a gloomy and strange afterlife, and one that the only seem to share with one other person: each other. 

“I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.”

The last thing that Percival Graves could recall was being asked the time, by a gentleman whose face had been obscured by shadows. Percival had looked down at his watch and then quite suddenly, there was nothing. 

When he came to, he knew that he had been killed. He wasn’t quite sure how he knew it, but he knew it the same way he knew his name and what the year was, and that if he were too have a strong drink of coffee it would sorely disagree with his stomach. It was as if it was simply common knowledge. 

Percival Graves was no longer a part of the world of the living. 

It was somewhat of an adjustment, at first, being dead. First of all, he wasn’t entirely sure where he was. He’d never been much of a believer in the typical no-maj standards of heaven and hell, but this wasn’t what he been picturing either. It didn’t really look much like anyone’s version of Heaven or Hell... in fact, it looked like a forest. An ancient forest with strange looking trees and overgrown paths winding every which way. 

At first, Percival had passed the time by wandering down these paths, seeing where they led, but mostly he found they just led in circles. No matter which path he took, he always wound up back where he started. 

After some time had passed, Percival Graves came to a conclusion: being dead was incredibly dull. 

...I trusted you. I thought you were my friend. That you were different... ...You can control it, Credence.... ...But I don’t think I want to, Mr. Graves...

With a terrified gasp Credence sat up, eyes wide as he took in his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was being torn apart, blasted into a thousand pieces by a group of witches and wizards. How had he gotten from there to here? And where was here? 

Looking around, Credence saw he seemed to be in a forest. It was dark and gloomy looking, and the trees were wild and gnarled looking. And though there was no Hellfire and no Devil to be seen, Credence knew that he had died. 

He lay back down on the grass and stared up into a endlessly dark sky. There was no stars above, and no moon. He wondered where the light was coming from then, and how it was he wasn’t in total darkness. 

“Hello?“ 

Credence started and sat up again, scrambling to his feet. He had considered that Hell would have other people in it. “Sorry, I—” Credence stopped, getting sight of the person who had spoken to him. 

It was Mr. Graves. 

The very sight of him was like a knife in his gut. It had been one thing for the man to use him, to try and take his apparent power for his own gain. Credence could handle being used. But to make him think they were friends, first. 

This was a greater pain than he had ever felt. 

“What do you want?“ Credence snapped, backing away from Graves. He turned away, a horrible thought occurring to him. What if this was his punishment, his personal hell? What if there was no fire and torture and devil? What if he was just him alone with the man he hated most in the world... forever. 

“Sorry?“ Mr. Graves said. “Did I do something to upset you?“ 

Credence blinked. He turned back to Mr. Graves and stared at him, trying to figure out if he was making some sot of joke. The look on Graves’ face seemed to be of genuine surprise. Somehow that was more insulting. 

“You used me,“ Credence said quietly. He knew that if he raised his voice, he would get upset and begin to cry, and he refused to do so in front of Mr. Graves. “You made me think you cared about me and you—“ He broke off, knowing that if he went on the tears would start. 

Again, the look of surprise persisted on Graves’ face. “I’m sorry, but... I don’t think I’ve met you.” 

“What?“ Credence asked. His head was beginning to hurt. “You... it’s me, Credence. Credence Barebone.” 

Mr. Graves frowned. “Are you from Mary-Lou Barebone’s family?”

Credence nodded. “She’s my mother...”

Graves nodded. “We’ve been keeping an eye on her, just in case her group gains some traction...” 

“You’ve been doing more than that!“ Credence shouted, forgetting his promise not to get upset. But to be forgotten by Graves was somehow the worst pain he could have inflicted upon him. “You asked me to spy for you, to help you find a child who was dying! You told me you could bring me into your world, teach me magic like you and then you—” 

Tears stung his eyes and Credence bit his lip. The man in front of him looked severely taken aback. “How could you not know me?” He whispered. 

“I’m sorry,“ Mr. Graves said, sounding so. “But I’ve been here for months now, I think. Whatever you think I did... I couldn’t have.“

Credence wiped his eyes. He didn’t know how to take that. “Well then there’s someone out there running around with your face,” Credence mumbled. “And he’s not doing particularly nice things.”

[fantasticparksandwheretofindthem]

Percival: You're twenty minutes late, I almost left! Credence: Okay. I was uh, dropping my sister off. Percival: What's your sister’s name? Credence: Torple. What?! I don't know. That's not a name. I don't have a sister...My sister's name is Modesty?

(Parks and Recreation; Season 2, Episode 4: Practice Date) 

A mashup for every episode (10/125)

[cupcakefoggy]

...and guess how many of those I wrote 😭

[huymadovan]

let them reunite 

[whoiscredencept2]

I had a Gradence idea where Credence gets this gut feeling that something is going to happen and it usually happens to him but bad things can happen to others as well, it ranges from not so bad to really bad things.

Credence starts working as a secretary for Percival Graves and is quick to notice in the changes in the gut feeling. When he’s around Percival, nothing happens. Literally. Nothing. Doesn’t even get the feeling anymore but the moment Percival has to step out of office (which is near Credence) the feeling comes out of no where and things start happening.

Basically, it’s like a bad luck Credence and good luck charm Percival. 

Or this could be turned around the other way but either way the one with bad luck would want to stay around the other

[april340]

I know Johnny Depp getting fired is serious and all..... but... can Colin Farrell come back? Percival Graves and Credence's chemistry was just 👌👌👌

[ipumperdiddler]

Now Breathe In...

97302 Words (14/14 COMPLETE)

Relationship: Original Percival Graves/Credence Barebone

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Credence works a thankless job with a boss that’s out to get him. He finds a little peace in the form of a charming Irish accent

Or:

Percival Graves is a meditation instructor

Tags: Slow BuildAlternate Universe - Modern SettingAlternate Universe - Modern: No PowersGuided MeditationMeditationFirst MeetingsPiningAccentsIrish Percival GravesPraise KinkImplied/Referenced Child AbuseFluff and AngstPercy is a Meditation InstructorChatting & MessagingTextingI'm Bad At TaggingPOV AlternatingArtist CredenceAnxietyGellert Grindelwald Being CreepyUnwanted attentionfalling in Love with a voiceTherapyMary Lou Barebone is Her Own WarningE-mailNot Beta ReadOriginal Percival Graves is a SoftieCredence Barebone Needs a HugPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSDSuicidal ThoughtsImplied/Referenced Suicide attemptHurt/ComfortTraumaFirst ContactImplied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/AlcoholismSmitten Original Percival GravesProtective Original Percival Gravescheesy jokesMutual PiningCinnamon Roll Percival GravesCinnamon Roll Credence BareboneConfessionsTouch-StarvedFlirtingCredence Barebone Gets a HugCredence is Thirsty AFService DogsFirst DatesFrottageRomanceMasturbationDirty TalkAnxiety AttacksTooth-Rotting FluffSexual HarassmentNon-Consensual VoyeurismPhone SexStalkingDatingDentistsCinnamon Roll Credence on Laughing GasDoped Up CreePet NamesExcessive amounts of cheeseCounselingMutual MasturbationCuddling & SnugglingExplicit Sexual ContentExplicit LanguageFirst TimeOral SexAnal FingeringAnal SexProstate MassageTeasingVoice KinkClothed SexAttempted Sexual AssaultViolenceBlood and ViolenceAttempted Rape/Non-ConAssaultmildly descriptive violenceTraumatic ExperienceComing UntouchedMultiple OrgasmsHypnosis KinkSwitchingHappy EndingAngst with a Happy EndingDom/sub UndertonesVoyeurismart therapyAge Difference

~Thanks for reading!

[wizardingworldmodernmedia]

[scribblesonthewalls]

Retrograde (Part One)

An x Male reader Percival Graves fic, because frankly there aren’t enough of those.

There’s a longer summary on A03, but the premise is that the reader was in an accident and has gaps in his memory because of it, but it turns out that maybe the gaps aren’t quite as random as they seem, and that they may have something to do with Graves’s odd behaviour.

[telepathicteacup]

- He was a lighthouse keeper and I was a Prince from another world. We were never meant to meet, but our love saved our worlds. -

Gravebone Aquaman AU!

Finish the story with me, I am looking for a Percival Graves to write a lenghty, detailed roleplay!

♡ Contact me for more details! ♡

[benoitblanc]

for the ask game, fantastic beats! (p.s. you own all my uwus, it’s official. ily!)

maya ilY <3

Favorite character: tina! freaking! goldstein!

Least Favorite character: old grindelwald. who, by the way, is very different to young grindelwald. i find young grindelwald fascinating. not as much old grindelwald

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): newt and tina, jacob and queenie, theseus and leta, albus and gellert, & queenie and vinda

Character I find most attractive: vinda rosier

Character I would marry: newt scamander!

Character I would be best friends with: i would honestly love to be friends with leta

a random thought: i... i just love tina... so much

An unpopular opinion: hmmm. i guess that i’m kind of indifferent re: credence as a character? also i love yusuf kama if that counts as unpopular

My Canon OTP: newt and tina!!!

My Non-canon OTP: if we’re counting grindeldore as canon then queenie and vinda

Most Badass Character: tina “he needs to control his temper!” goldstein

Most Epic Villain: percival graves was a really fascinating character and it sucks that he was secretly johnny depp

Pairing I am not a fan of: newt/anyone who isn’t tina but especially newt/graves or newt/grindelwald

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): credence by making him a dumbledore, although i still have faith the whole aurelius situation is going to make itself better or at least more comprehensible in the next films

Favorite Friendship: newt and jacob!

Character I most identify with: tina tina tina

Character I wish I could be: ...also probably tina

send me a fandom/ship/character!!!

[unrequitedfate]

Literally started hyperventilating when I saw this pic because immediately thought of this AU

I'm on a classical music kick and the thought of Percival, a conductor, hiring Credence, a violinist, to give a freshly written piece a try.

Let's just say they butt heads because Percival hears it one way, the way his written it and Credence is reading and playing it differently than excepted.

Credence is told to replay it too many times, growing frustrated with ever 'start over'. He does his best to play the expectation but after some of the hairs of the bow start breaking is when he can't see the point of it all. The continuously breaking the hairs is far too much of an expense to replace.

Credence begins to protest the continuation, but Percival is hardheaded when it comes to his works. Saying he'll replace it if he continues to play for him.

Did Percival expect to hear his work? Yes. Did Credence play it correctly? Who knows. There's something about the way Credence plays that he finds intriguing. After the fifth restart, Percival notices that annoyance building up. Somehow, it becomes a game to him to just see what he can bring out of Credence.

As excepted, far too many hairs have broken by the time they finish. Credence is handed an envelope of what his owed before Percival is leaving. Yeah, it's pretty quiet between them as they leave. When Percival is nowhere to be seen, Credence opens envelope to check. He's certainty paid with an extra that could repair his bow nearly three times. In the back is a note with three words, 'till next time'.