#credence barebone/original percival graves

[imaginationisallihave]

Characters/people I want to write for - Updated

Okay, I have a list of characters and people I want to write fanfiction for so I'll just put them in categories of what fandoms they are from.

~Marvel~

Bucky Barnes (The White Wolf)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Khonshu

~X-Men~

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Logan (Wolverine)

~Harry Potter/FBAWTFT~

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Original! Percival Graves

Credence Barebone

~Shadow and Bone~

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

The Darkling

~Death Note~

Ryuk

L/Ryuzaki

Light Yagami

~The Boys~

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Soldier Boy

~The Hobbit~

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

~Call of Duty~

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Farah Karim

Alex

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

~Interview With A Vampire~

Louis de Pointe du Lac (movie/tv show)

Lestat de Lioncourt (movie/tv show)

Armand (movie)

~Last Of Us~

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Owen Moore

Jesse

~YouTubers~

Inotorious (Matt) - The Misfits

ElasticDroid (Jaime)

Grizzy (Nelson)

BigPuffer (Chris)

Pezzy (Maxwell/Max)

Isaacwhy (Isaac)

~Miscellaneous~

Diego Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

Rafal Mistral - A school for good and evil (movie)

Shane Walsh - The Walking Dead

Elijah Mikaelson - The Originals

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

Saul Silva - Fate: The Winx Saga

Raymond Leon - In Time

I'm not sure what to write but I know that I'll write some oneshots or something.

[to-be-a-bee]

#any Credence Barebones & Original Percival Graves

Caretakers that are famous/important figures in the real world; a prestigious doctor, lawyer, painter, etc., when they end up taking care of a nobody whumpee.

Especially if Caretaker is well known for being cruel/mean to anything and anyone they don't consider worth their time, but that has a soft spot for Whumpee!!

Whumpee being all scared for Caretaker's reputation or looks, thinking that they might hurt them but that ends up meeting a soft and caring person that would do anything for them.

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Pour sauver notre mère la magie

Pour sauver notre mère la magie https://ift.tt/l7WNK0R by Anaellaa La magie meurt Anastasia et sais amis vont la sauvé. Mais leurs temps et limité ils ont jusqu'à leurs naissance pour réussir. Words: 1207, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight (Movies), Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Charlus Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Dorea Black Potter, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Jack Kline, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Credence Barebone/Harry Potter, Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/Other(s), George Weasley/Other(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Euphemia Potter/Fleamont Potter, Walburga Black/Other(s), Lily Evans Potter/Other(s), Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen/Other(s), Charlus Potter/Dorea Black Potter, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Harry Potter, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Wizarding World Bashing (Harry Potter), Jack Kline as God, Demon Sam Winchester, Angel Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/DUOAMxm June 03, 2023 at 01:25PM

[ao3feed-malira]

Pour sauver notre mère la magie

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by Anaellaa

La magie meurt Anastasia et sais amis vont la sauvé. Mais leurs temps et limité ils ont jusqu'à leurs naissance pour réussir.

Words: 1207, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Français

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight (Movies), Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Charlus Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Dorea Black Potter, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Jack Kline, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)

Relationships: Credence Barebone/Harry Potter, Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/Other(s), George Weasley/Other(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Euphemia Potter/Fleamont Potter, Walburga Black/Other(s), Lily Evans Potter/Other(s), Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen/Other(s), Charlus Potter/Dorea Black Potter, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Harry Potter, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura

Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Wizarding World Bashing (Harry Potter), Jack Kline as God, Demon Sam Winchester, Angel Dean Winchester

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[dhr-ao3]

Pour sauver notre mère la magie

Pour sauver notre mère la magie https://ift.tt/VzRdubZ by Anaellaa La magie meurt Anastasia et sais amis vont la sauvé. Mais leurs temps et limité ils ont jusqu'à leurs naissance pour réussir. Words: 849, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight (Movies), Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Charlus Potter, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Dorea Black Potter, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Jack Kline, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Credence Barebone/Harry Potter, Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/Other(s), George Weasley/Other(s), Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Euphemia Potter/Fleamont Potter, Walburga Black/Other(s), Lily Evans Potter/Other(s), Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen/Other(s), Charlus Potter/Dorea Black Potter, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jack Kline/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Wizarding World Bashing (Harry Potter), Jack Kline as God, Demon Sam Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/6Rn1D7p June 03, 2023 at 08:25PM

[ao3feed-grammander]

Illuminate the Senses

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by Gondtithenniel

After being expelled from Hogwarts, Newt Scamander left England with nothing but a magical suitcase from his brother and a bit of pocket money from his parents. Wandering Europe in the days leading up to the Great War led to some very interesting experiences for Newt, including becoming friends with Percival Graves.

Years later, Newt must travel through New York to release the Thunderbird in his care. This is the perfect chance to make Percival take a vacation, if only he could be sure this man was actually Percival Graves. Surely Percy would forgive him a minor incident of magical exposure or property damage here or there if it led to the capture of Grindelwald, right?

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Harry Potter One Shots, Drabbles, & WIPs

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Seraphina Picquery, Credence Barebone, Modesty Barebone, Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Gellert Grindelwald

Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein/Jacob Kowalski, Original Percival Graves & Newt Scamander, Original Percival Graves & Seraphina Picquery, Newt Scamander & Newt Scamander's Magical Beasts, Tina Goldstein & Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Tina Goldstein

Additional Tags: Newt Scamander and Percival Graves knew each other for years, This is inconvenient for Gellert Grindelwald, Seraphina Picquery gets to help kick Grindelwald's ass, It's very therapeutic, Newt Scamander Is a Mess, Newt Scamander's Suitcase, Cinnamon Roll Newt Scamander, WIP

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[ao3feed-gravebone]

a secret shared

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by citrineyue

Percival Graves and Credence Barebone reach Italy and ask for political asylum. The sole heiress and Regent of the country accepts their plea, but when Gellert Grindelwald finds out Credence's location, all hell breaks loose and a secret that might reveal Credence's true identity comes outs.

Set after the end of the second movie.

Words: 2724, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Characters, Original Percival Graves, Credence Barebone, Aurelius Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Leta Lestrange, Aberforth Dumbledore, Vinda Rosier, Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Yusuf Kama, Rosier Family (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Original Character / Original Character, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Credence Barebone Lives, Protective Original Percival Graves, POV Multiple, Family Drama, Original Percival Graves is a Softie

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[littlesystems]

Men May Rise on Stepping Stones by littlesystems

Percival Graves was just trying to move on from Grindelwald’s attack and get his life back together. He didn’t ask for dark shadows to encroach on his house, or for an obscurial to materialize on his sitting room floor.

Now complete

[221bfakerstreet]

pssssst

Hey, you.

My dreamwidth account is 221bfakerstreet because I'm good at names.

Anyway, I don't know what I'm doing there (also generally, but that's another, much longer blog post), and I'm still setting everything up. But you should go find me there, just in case my weird fankink blog doesn't get renewed for a second season by tumblr.

Ok thanks. Lov u. 😘😘

[conditionalriverofabsolutelove]

Keeping Me Steady

For the holidays, here is a sneak peek at the sequel to L'ombre de ton ombre, which is a Christmas story but isn't ready yet because I've been focussing more on Christmas knitting than Christmas writing.

I'd also like to say that none of this started out as a song!fic; Ne me quitte pas just came up on my shuffle when I was about half done with the first story, and then Amanda Palmer jumped on the bandwagon.

December was the height of summer in Australia. Sydney was unbelievably humid after the desiccating heat of the red sand desert, but the rain was wonderful. Credence removed the light summer hat he'd worn for most of the past year and tipped his head back, letting the fat drops splatter against his closed eyelids and dry lips. 

Without having to look, he knew Graves had stopped too and was standing patiently by his side, waiting for him. His own hat was no doubt still in place, but neither of them had an umbrella. Rain was such a rarity, almost unheard during the long months they'd spent in Australia's desert Outback, despite the banks of clouds that occasionally rolled by overhead.

Gentle fingers brushed at a runnel of water trickling down Credence's jawline, and his heart tightened in his chest. Graves touched him like no one else ever had. Moreover, he didn't seem to care whether any of the people hurrying through the downpour past Ollie's shop noticed a minor impropriety. 

"Percy." Credence opened his eyes and held Graves' gaze for a long moment. He had a sudden impulse to find out how the rain tasted on Graves' lips, but his own propriety held him back. 

Here in the streets of Sydney, no one knew what they were. They walked among ordinary people who knew nothing about magic and would never guess that the two well-dressed men strolling along the sidewalk like it was sunshine pouring down on them and not rain were wizards, or that their finely-cut jackets concealed wands in secret inner pockets. 

Sydney was so like New York (at least in comparison to the wild and alien desert) that Credence couldn't help but be aware of how much he'd changed. His new life had altered everything from his posture to his shoes. If people's eyes skated past him, it was because he blended into the crowd, not the snubbing aversion he'd inspired pushing hand-copied religious bills at indifferent passers-by. Even in a lavishly tailored suit, he was overshadowed by the more striking and confident Graves. Credence preferred it that way. He was more than happy to trail along unnoticed, his real, secret life unguessed at.

Because while he looked different now and the fine clothes had taken getting used to, the real changes had taken place inside of him. The most important one had happened in the instant he'd turned on Grindelwald, or Grindelwald had turned on him. It had been a long, awful moment when he'd come face to face with the horrible anger and power inside himself.   

That anger was still there. It was a weight in his heart, on bad days a churning in his belly and a tension at the base of his skull that made him want to hunch his neck and curl around it until he was so dense he exploded outwards. But most days he could stand tall. The darkness wasn't the only thing inside him anymore. He had learned kindness and a type of magic he could control. He had tasted the hot, scouring desert sandstorms from the inside. Even now, the feeling of Graves' hands shivered on his skin. He had learned that he was stronger than the ugly snarl of fear and anger that lodged in his chest, strong enough to love. Strong enough to survive.

They had come into the city today from their camp far out in the unmapped desert at the heart of the continent to pick up supplies for the next month. This was the third time Credence had come along on the trip. Usually, they visited a few shops in the morning, gathering food staples and potions ingredients for Credence's continuing lessons. Graves had used to hurry back after eating lunch with Ollie and Sanna's family; but now Credence was coming with him, they'd started spending the afternoons exploring the city, and especially Sydney's magical library. Graves sniffed a little and said it wasn't a patch on the ones in New York, but Credence thought it was more than wonderful enough for him.

Today, though, it wasn't the library Credence was looking forward to. Last time they'd visited the city, Graves had given him a wallet full of strange money as well as a purse full of even stranger coins. It had made Credence very uncomfortable, and they'd had a fight about it. Graves had said that if Credence was going to share his bed, he was going to share everything, and they weren't so short on money that he had to dole it out by the sprink. 

Credence had, eventually, faced up to the fact that money was the least of what Graves had given him. Refusing it wouldn't balance out all the other things Graves did, things Credence couldn't refuse and selfishly didn't want to.

Credence knew what Graves had sacrificed to bring him here, to keep him safe and teach him. His old life, his position, his friends, his family, as well as his own chance for revenge against the dark wizard Grindelwald who had captured, tortured, and impersonated him. Credence didn't like to think about it, because he couldn't imagine how he could deserve that kind of utter devotion from such a man, and a dreadful guilt still twisted in his stomach sometimes. He couldn't imagine what Graves could ever see in him to make it all worth it, but he had never seemed resentful. More than teach Credence magic, which was everything he wanted in the world, he had comforted Credence, and for some reason Credence would never understand, he'd taken him into his broken and battered heart. 

Credence gave back what he could, but it was always little things. All he had was himself, which didn't seem like very much. But Christmas was coming up, and Credence had thought of a use for part of the ridiculous sum of money Graves had pressed on him, if only he could get a moment on his own at one of the shops they were going to visit today. 

He was nervous and excited. The rain soaking his hair and collar was a refreshing novelty, not something to hide from. Credence could remember how storms in New York had sent him scurrying for cover, afraid of ruining his clothes and of how soaking would turn his stack of pamphlets into a dangerous, pulpy mess. But today, it was easy to set that aside.

They had only gone a block from Ollie's when a voice cut across the noise of splashing footsteps and rattle and rain-slick hiss of a passing trolley. "Percy!"

[huymadovan]

let them reunite 

[girlhomosonly]

Nobody’s Fault But Mine [ Original!Percival Graves one-shot ]

I had originally written this back four years ago when the FBAWTFT fandom was in full swing. This one, however, is a rewritten version that was published on a few other sites four months ago. I decided to post it here.

So, with that said. This is the rewritten version of “Nobody’s Fault But Mine” the last moments of Percival Graves.

The room was dark, lacking any source of natural light. Only a dim light was hanging from the ceiling. The prisoner was chained to the wall and was locked in a magic-built cage. The cage itself was not made with typical metal rods but invisible rods that taunted the man. If he somehow escaped his chains, he would not have been able to escape regardless. The magic was specifically constructed to keep him in. One touch could be fatal to his already fragile state.

 It felt like forever ago since he last felt the warmth of the sun. The room itself was damp and cold, his clothes of what was left did not help retain any heat. He wishes he did not take the simple pleasures in life for granted. Percival dearly missed the feeling of the sun enveloping him that almost felt like a loving embrace.

 Percival does not know how long he was imprisoned by the Dark Lord but it truly felt like an eternity.

 The night he was bested by that bastard keeps replaying in his mind. He wishes he can go back to that night. Word got around saying that Gellert Grindelwald was on the prowl and what did the Director of Magical Security, head of MACUSA's Department of Magical Law Enforcement do? He simply walked back home after a long shift at the office with his Elite Aurors. He did not think much of anything out of the ordinary - his home had protective wards after all. Yet, the cunning bastard must have been watching him for months, dare he say years? He was caught off guard and woke up to see a pair of mismatched eyes staring him down.

 Percival thinks of the different ways he should have defended himself. He can say with confidence though, he put up a good fight against the bastard. Until he was shot with an intense cursed spell that should have cost Percival his arm.

 Alas, no matter how he should have gone about the intrusion, he is still here. In this cold, damp room. Where he slumps against the wall, farthest from where Grindelwald would be outside the cage.

 With a wheezy sigh, Percival slumped even more and he decided to just lay down. He winced as his body's wounds and infections screamed in protest at the movement. His eyelids grew heavier, and since there was nothing else to do besides sleep, wait for the Dark Lord to arrive to feed and water him.

 He had been losing hope of getting rescued anyways...

 What?

 Lost hope?

 Percival, if he had the energy, would have cursed himself. His father up above would surely get his wand in a knot if he found out his son was thinking like this. That thought alone made the corner of his lip twitch up in an attempt of a smile.

 Graves worked with wizards and witches that trained and studied vigorously to become Aurors. He personally trained most of the ones on his Elite team back in the day. He was known to be one of the greatest Aurors, incredibly skilled with an honourable sense of justice. His team respected him, as well as his long-time dear friend and boss Madame President.

 Considering they were up against a madman, he understood that his people would need time to figure out the Grindelwald imposter.

 Surely, Miss Porpentina Goldstein unravelled this dilemma. She was headstrong and a valiant Auror. There was no doubt she would have suspected something out of the ordinary by now.

 The young woman reminded him so much of himself. The main focal point of taking Goldstein under his wing. At the beginning of her training days, she already had a strong desire to stand up for what is right, sought justice with her people, her community just like he had. Percival knew she would one day be an excellent addition to his team, not to say he already saw a huge amount of potential in her. Which is why he pushed her harder than anyone else. He is certain Goldstein will surpass him and succeed in this career far more than he could.

 Restoring his dwindling faith, his eyes finally shut and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

 Days passed him by.

 And he wondered why Grindelwald did not show.

 Eventually, he stopped feeling the hunger pangs. However, every movement jostled Percival's already disgruntled body, driving needles and pins throughout his body, his back, his skull... everywhere. It even felt like his bones were aching.

 Wallowing in his seemingly never-ending pain, he did not hear shuffling in the darker part of the room. It was only when a sound coming from the cage did the man put his guards up. The sudden sound of the invisible cage zapping something. There were no sounds of distress or pain following.

 "W-Why did you lie to me?" The voice was soft yet held betrayal and hurt within its tone.

 Turning his head to the source, he instantly froze.

 Credence.

 Struggling to get up, he saw the same pale young boy but this time there was black smoke surrounding him, flecks that strayed too far from the boy descended to the floor. His eyes were white, dark circles hung below his more sculpted face.

 The boy's voice cracked. "You hurt me. They are gone because of me." 

 "I know, my boy. I know. I apologize, I-I promised to teach you." Percival's words were hushed, having needed more energy to speak. His face scrunched up, tears stinging at his eyes.

 Was it his time already? He has never had hallucinations before.

 "You are a coward. Who is weak and useless." Credence hissed venomously.

 "I failed you-"

 "You promised me, Mr. Graves!" roared Credence.

 Percival shut his eyes tightly, emotional and physical pain washing over him, overwhelming him. He uttered to himself, apologizing for being such an incompetent wizard, for letting this young boy down...

 He did not know when the hallucination of Credence subsided but the words still echoed through his mind.

 Coward.

 Weak.

 Useless.

 Was he truly what Credence said? Possibly. He would not be here if he wasn't. However, the words cut harder than he thought. He wondered what his Aurors would think of him when he was found.

 Would he ever be trusted again to be their Director?

 Madam President Seraphina, one of his oldest and dearest friends. She must be so disappointed. His underling, Tina Goldstein must be mortified with the fact the "greatest" wizard in her department was so easily defeated. Credence must have been so hurt when Percival stopped showing up on Tina's behalf.

 His pain was steadily going away.

 It brought him some comfort, he will only be dealing with his emotional turmoil.

 Or...

 Nothing at all...

 He realized he found it difficult to keep himself conscious.

 "I suppose... no... Nobody's fault. Bu- but mmm...ine."

 And just as Percival Graves exhaled his last breath, a loud rumbling noise and lights came flooding into the room. Voices of people talking in ushered tones as magic spelled around him...

 Rescuers.

[beforeitrains]

I watched Fantastic Beasts over winter holidays, and now my head is so full of Gradence...

So here we go. My headcanon is that the original Percival Graves would constantly show off his wizarding skills in front of Credence. Like, he’d try to be subtle and act like it’s nothing, but each smile or blush from Credence would make his heart skip a beat.

[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.

[dhr-ao3]

Un nouveau monde

Un nouveau monde https://ift.tt/eRsoNFh by Anaellaa Anastasia Potter et sais amis remonte le temps pour sauvé la magie. Et détruire Albus Dumbledore.   Tom Riddle sera de la même année que les maraudeurs. Words: 759, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Français Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Teen Wolf (TV), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Charmed (TV 2018) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Harry Potter, Credence Barebone, Original Percival Graves, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Petunia Evans Dursley, Gideon Prewett (Harry Potter), Fabian Prewett, Fleamont Potter, Euphemia Potter, Orion Black, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Relationships: Credence Barebone/Harry Potter, Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley/Other(s), George Weasley/Other(s) Additional Tags: Goblins, Vampires, Fae Harry Potter, Elf Harry Potter, Female Harry Potter, Alpha/Omega, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Wizarding World Bashing (Harry Potter), Time Travel, Good Tom Riddle, Evil Albus Dumbledore, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Fred Weasley, BAMF George Weasley, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Credence Barebone, BAMF Newt Scamander, BAMF Luna Lovegood, BAMF Neville Longbottom, Good Severus Snape, Good Fenrir Greyback, Good Peter Hale, Blood Magic, Magic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/a7BHQAt May 16, 2023 at 01:31AM

[msfbgraves]

Battleground

When Percival came home that night, Credence was curled up on the windowsill, sitting... too still, somehow, and staring out at some far off, unchanging point.

Graves cleared his throat. "Hello, love."

Credence's eyes flicked over, but then he continued staring. "Hi."

Graves turned around to put away his things, and found that Credence had seemingly not even blinked when he returned.

He approached him very slowly. "Is anything wrong?"

"No." His voice was toneless.

Graves took a breath. "Did something happen?"

"No." He closed his eyes. "Nothing's happened. Nothing's wrong."

"OK, Credence." He breathed out. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No," and then his voice broke. "You can't." He cringed together.

"Can I try?"

He turned to him. "It didn't work."

He'd seen that look. Not on Credence, but he'd seen it. 1918, '19 '20. Boys like Credence, men like him.

"I have everything," Credence said, and his voice was hateful, "I ever wanted. You gave me everything!" Graves tensed, felt a Shield Charm build. Muscle memory. Credence shook. "I have a home, clothes, a bed. More food than I deserve." Graves winced at that last word. "I have friends, and I have you. You love me." He sounded desperate.

"I do Credence," he said. "I do love you."

"Then why," Credence said, angry tears pooling in his eyes, "do I feel like this? I shouldn't feel like this!"

"Oh, my boy," Graves said, "Yes, you should. Really, you should."

"No!" Credence shouted. "I'm ungrateful, I'm bad, when I get something good, I can't even feel it, I should feel it, I am bad..."

Graves took him in his arms and let him thrash, containing all the raw, broken magic around them - it was powerful, but unfocused, and focus might be Graves' middle name. "My good boy," he said, "my brave boy. This is right. You're doing everything just right."

Credence fixed him. "How?"

Another boy drowning, grasping for a lifeline. He'd seen more now. He could help.

"You can't feel good," he said, "until you feel all the bad. And the second blow is harder, because no one tells you it will come. No one sees it. No one helps."

Credence clung to him.

"You can't fix it with a spell, or a potion, or warm clothes. Not even love." He embraced him. "How I wish I could take it from you."

"She took it from me!" Credence hissed. "She is dead, and still she took it from me, your love, and care, she's dead, and now she won't let me have it!"

"She is dead," Graves said, "and she left you with the hardest battle in existence, a crime she already paid for with her life. And it's a hard fight, Credence, and it's not fair, and I won't lie to you, Credence, this shit kills."

The boy looked at him. "I killed my sister."

Graves held him tight. "I know it feels that way. I know people may even say it. But your sister was a victim of your Ma's cruelty, same as you."

"But I did..."

"Because she threatened you. Because she hurt your other sister." He grabbed his shoulders, looked into his eyes. "She did this, and she paid the price. It's not your price to pay."

Credence sighed. "It hurts me, sir."

Graves stroked his hair. "I know, my love. I know."

They stood there for a long time. Two broken souls at war.

Credence sighed again. "I made us soup. Do you want some...?"