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Secondary fan fiction blog. I write when inspiration hits so I may be inactive for periods of time but just like herpes I'll be back when you least expect it

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Accepting Requests!

If anyone has any Dunkirk requests, please send them in! I’m trying to get back into the groove of writing before I tackle the backlog I have in my ask box.

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Roses

Credence decides to show the reader his appreciation for her kindness towards him, although it doesn’t go as he originally planned.

Your Secret is Safe with Me

After Credence is subjected to a particularly harsh beating by his adoptive mother, the reader finds herself treating his wounds yet again. However, this time her methods are a little unconventional, to say the least.

Final Fantasy XV

Head Cannons

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An insight into the four main boys’ guilty pleasure television shows.

Game of Thrones

Head Cannons

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Relationship headcannons with Euron Greyjoy.

Hemlock Grove

Head Cannons

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Relationship headcannons with Roman Godfrey.

Supernatural

Mission Impossible - NSFW

The reader is called up by the local bartender to pick Dean up after he has had one too many drinks.

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Play Your Part

Dean and the reader need to think of a plan quickly before they potentially blow their cover while on a case.

Blurbs | Imagines

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In which the reader saves Sam from a “date” gone awry.

Untitled [ .02 ] prompt list request

Dean comes down on the reader after learning that she made a deal with a crossroads demon.

Untitled [ .03 ] prompt list request

Sam visits the reader’s grave for the first time since her passing.

Untitled [ .04 ] prompt list request

Dean comforts the reader after a botched hunt.

Last Updated: February 4th, 2018

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Do you have a master list for your masterpieces

You flatter me too much, anon! I have one in my blog links but your kind words may have coerced me into making a mobile compatible one as well. ;)

If it has too much text or is hard to follow, please let me know so I can change it around. x

The new masterlist can be found here.

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Are headcannons open love?

Requests and head cannons are always open unless the ask box is closed.

I have been very slack with fullfilling the requests I have due to life commitments and writer’s block, so it’s piled up a bit, lol.

But please feel free to send a request in, maybe it’ll be the one to kick me back into gear. :)

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Roman Godfrey Headcannons

Roman Godfrey in a stable relationship is a sight to behold; here are some head cannons for him when he’s off the market.

SFW

Due to his troubled upbringing, Roman has difficulty with expressing his emotions. His significant other should not expect him to be declaring his love for them from the onset and throughout their relationship, although that does not mean that he won’t warm up to the idea. Just give the guy some time; he’ll come around in his own way.

Roman is very protective of his partner, sometimes so much that it could become a little too unbearable which could potentially cause problems for the two of them if his significant other is not aware of the supernatural. An example of this would be that he would want / need to know how long for, whom with, and where his partner is if they are out and about, especially at night, without him.

He doesn’t have malicious intent, its common knowledge that Hemlock Grove doesn’t have the lowest mortality rate when compared to other towns; he just wants to keep his significant other safe.

With keeping that in mind, he’s definitely the type of boyfriend who will tell his partner “text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

Roman’s one of those tall guys that will use his significant other’s head as an armrest.

Green eyes are very fitting for Roman due to how easy it is for him to become jealous. He doesn’t come across as it, but he can be a little insecure and sensitive at times. If he just so happened to catch his partner talking to another guy then he’d be all clenched fists and staring the offending person down.

He’d then traipse on over and put his arm around his significant other, pulling them close and making it very obvious that they were his and most definitely off the market.

“Hey, babe, who’s this?”

It’s not that Roman doesn’t trust his partner, he does, he just doesn’t trust everyone else.

Roman takes on the position of the big spoon in the relationship but he isn’t against being the little spoon once in a while. If he’s had a bad day and is feeling down, he’d find comfort lying in his partner’s arms.

Even though it doesn’t seem like he listens most of the time, he does. If his significant other mentioned in passing that they had seen a particular dress or piece of jewellery that they liked, but couldn’t afford, then he’d surprise them by leaving the dress on their bed with a handwritten note or gift the necklace to them in the midst of one of their dates. He can be quite romantic when he wants to be.

NSFW

It’s no secret that Roman loves period sex, but if he is in a relationship with someone that he truly cares for, he would be a little insecure and hesitant to bring the subject up to them in fear of putting them off. Roman would probably look for an opening to propose the idea, ideally in a situation where his partner is complaining about the pain they have to put up with on their monthlies.

“You know, I heard that having sex on your period is supposed to help with cramps…”

Although, once he becomes a fully-fledged Upir, Roman would abstain from having sex with his significant other while they are on their period. It’s a sacrifice he wished that he didn’t have to make, but he isn’t able to fully trust himself in order to go through with it.

Roman is renowned for not only his promiscuity, but also for his skill at oral sex. He’d take his time with his partner, building them up to their release with his skilled tongue and fingers at a tantalisingly slow pace, stopping a few times just before they were about to cum, only to start the process all over again. Roman would want to hear them beg and have them reduced to a whimpering mess before indulging them in their release.

He’s definitely the type of guy who would tease his significant other underneath the table in public. While on a date? Of course he would, he’d be stupid not to, there could not be a better time to do it. With friends while out at lunch? No problems there. He’d even do it at a family dinner while making eye contact with his mother, the guy has no qualms.

Roman would start off by placing his hand on their knee and giving it an affectionate squeeze before leaving it at that for a while. It’s a seemingly innocent enough gesture on his part but just the mere contact would keep his partner on edge and waiting for his next move, which is right where he wants them to be.

He’d continue to partake in conversation as normal – the guy has a phenomenal poker face – all the while moving his hand up their thigh until his long and lean fingers brushed against their clothed core. Roman would tease them through their underwear at first, stroking their clit through the fabric before moving it aside and slipping his fingers in until he worked them to their orgasm.

He would excuse himself from the meal, but not before sending his partner a pointed look, and make his way to the bathroom where he’d wait for them with the intention to finish what he started.

Roman isn’t the type of guy who would send dick pics, but he’s definitely down for sexting. The man doesn’t pay attention in English class but when it comes to the important things in life he can write paragraphs that vividly describe what he would do to his significant other.

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Euron Greyjoy Headcannons

SFW

Euron is very much an attention seeker; he likes to have everyone’s eyes on him. If there’s an occasion where he isn’t the main event, and feels that he should be, he’ll grow irritable and find a way to direct the room’s attention onto himself.

His techniques usually include one upping the person who is talking, often by telling a story of his own that makes the other’s pale in comparison. He also undermines and yells over them, and is just an asshole in general. There is no line that he won’t cross, we all know by now that the man has no shame.

It takes a lot of pints to take Euron down and even when he’s had a few too many, it’s very hard to tell. His mood changes at the drop of a hat; one moment he’ll be laughing and dishing back what others give him, the next someone will be on the receiving end of his wrath over one poorly placed comment. It usually ends in a loss of a limb or life, depending on how many drinks he’s had.

Euron finds joy in giving gifts, although not in the usual sense. He likes to rub salt in the wounds, especially if their grievances were caused by him in the first place. If someone lost a hand, then you can expect a severed hand to be left in their room from a recent raid.

He’s very particular with his axe; the weapon is a masterpiece in his eyes. He’ll often be found sharpening its blade in his spare time.

Despite illiteracy being prominent among the Ironborn, Euron is very competent when it comes to reading and writing. It’s not often he picks up a quill but when he does, and when he actually puts the effort in, Euron has quite nice legible handwriting.

Euron’s a seasoned fisherman and often opts to use a spear over a rod. He’s not quick to grow impatient while he’s fishing; it’s the closest thing to therapy that he’s going to get.

NSFW 

Euron’s almost always up for sex, and when he’s feeling particularly frisky everyone will know. In a room full of people? That won’t stop him from copping a feel directly in front of the Lord who is hosting the feast in their own home. On the salt throne? He doesn’t care; he’ll get a start on it before the door closes on the last person leaving the room.

Doesn’t have a preference on gender, it’s ‘tomayto tomahto’ to him.

Euron is very experienced when it comes to sex. He’s sailed across the 14 seas, it would all be a waste if he didn’t pick up a few tricks or two.

Euron is great at oral sex, but it is a rare occasion that he does so. You’d have to be pretty special to be on the receiving end of it, he’s out for his own pleasure most of the time.

He’s always the dominate one in bed. He’ll allow the other person to top but it’s under false pretences because no matter what position he finds himself in, Euron always remains in control.

What you can expect from him is a lot of teasing. His partner will be past their wits end before he’ll indulge them in their release.

Although, that’s when he’s in a good mood. When he isn’t then its wham, bam, (no) thank you ma’am. Don’t expect so much as a kiss let alone an orgasm.

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i want euron headcanons ;)

Ask and ye shall receive. ;)

Read “Euron Greyjoy Headcannons” here.

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Guilty Pleasure Television Shows

Gladiolus: “Naked and Afraid”,

Everyone already knows how much of a nature lover Gladio is, so it isn’t too much of a surprise that he watches this. He does fully appreciate the more serious survival shows where he can pick up legitimate survival skills like on ‘Man vs. Wild’ or anything with Bear Grylls, really, he has a bit of a man crush on him to be completely honest. Gladio records the season in advance and sits down to watch it when he’s got nothing better to do. He watches it mainly for its comedic value despite Iris chastising him for laughing at other people’s misfortune but he always backs himself up by saying that the contestants knew what they were signing up for in the first place. Despite watching it for the laughs, he often gets frustrated in the end with people’s sheer stupidity but that doesn’t stop him from watching it all the way through.

Gladio does recognise the show as a guilty pleasure, although he doesn’t act all too guilty about it. If someone walked in on him watching the show, he would conceal his embarrassment by hypothetically putting himself in the contestant’s shoes and talking himself up, saying what he’d do and how he’d win the show hands down.

“If I was on this show, I wouldn’t be ‘Naked and Afraid’, I’d just be Naked.”

Ignis: “Come Dine with Me (UK)”,

Ignis usually sits down to watch the show when he’s having trouble sleeping late at night because it’s more often than not when episodes of it are broadcasted back to back, it saves him the hassle because his duties serving the Crownsguard don’t leave him with a schedule that allows him to wait for the weekly installments. Ignis thoroughly enjoys the backhanded compliments and demeaning remarks that the narrator dishes out about the contestants. He isn’t able to contain himself and will pick apart the contestants dishes, critically analysing what they shouldn’t have done and what they could have done better, like not buying a premade salad from the grocery store or serving the cut of meat that had fallen onto the floor. Ignis gives his own score when it comes to that point in the show and gets frustrated if the contestants scores greatly differ from his own. He has a love-hate relationship with this show and often questions himself for watching it.

He’d be moderately embarrassed if caught watching the show, but wouldn’t deny it. Ignis would be quite happy for someone to sit down and watch it with him if they liked it. He would voice his opinions and give snarky comments throughout, a lot of talking would be involved and it would make for a thoroughly entertaining evening. He might even crack open a bottle of wine to share.

“How could he have the audacity to give her an eight? Presentation was awful and the food was subpar, I would give her a five, maximum.”

Noctis: “My Strange Addiction”,

Noctis hasn’t been watching it for very long, but the most embarrassing thing he hates to admit is that he’s already caught up on every episode thus far. He even skipped out on a whole day of meetings, claiming that he wasn’t feeling well, just so he could lie in his bed and watch every episode with an arsenal of junk food at his side. Noctis thinks that it is one of the best, but weirdest shows he’s ever watched, although you wouldn’t think he liked it very much due to the ever present frowns and looks of disbelief plastered on his face due to these people’s ‘addictions’. He’s set reminders on his phone when it’s on, and even then, he has it on record just in case he won’t be home in time to watch it.

If caught out, Noctis wouldn’t be too embarrassed. He’d carry on watching it as normal, although if he was walked in on during a particularly odd part he’d fill them in on what’s going on, mostly to cover himself, and wait for their reaction. If their reaction was positive, he’d even invite the person to sit down and watch it with him if he knew them well enough. He’s used to watching it by himself, save for the few times that the guys had dropped in on him, but he’d find it a lot more fun to watch if someone else was next to him and just as invested as he is.

“Okay, I love the Regalia, but I would never do that.”

Prompto: “Sex Sent Me to the ER”,

Prompto doesn’t watch the show to be a pervert, it’s just that he gets a real kick out of the awkward situations that people have gotten themselves into while doing the do. He knows full well that the events are dramatised for entertainment value, sometimes painfully so, but he still finds it fun to watch. Even though he’ll most likely not need to, but just in case, Prompto takes mental notes during the show to avoid any embarrassing moments that might happen to him in the future while in the heat of the moment. He’s content with other people’s escapades being broadcasted and not his own, but if something did happen to him, he couldn’t not send his story in, could he?

If caught watching the show, Prompto would flat out deny watching it and try to come up with an excuse. He would say that he was channel surfing despite the remote being on the opposite side of the lounge and out of arms reach. Although, when with the guys and they pass a location that reminds him of an episode, he’ll be sure to tell them ‘a story he heard’ from ‘someone you wouldn’t know’. It always makes for an interesting conversation.

“Did you guys hear about the couple that had sex in the ocean and got stuck together?”

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Roses was absolutely lovely!!! You captured Credence so well and the relationship he had with the reader was so sweet, pure and cute!! Thank you sm for writing it ❤️❤️

Anything for you, darling ;) 

Thank you very much for your kind words, I’m glad that you enjoyed it! x

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roses was amazing! i love how you set the scene and it was just so cute <3

Thank you! I was a little hesitant to post it since I don’t have much experience writing fluff, so your message means a great deal to me. x

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If you take requests - or prompts - I'd like to read about really happy, fluffy Credence! Maybe at Hogwarts, for some reason? Please and thank you, you're doing a great job <3

I just posted a fluffy Credence story. It doesn’t take placein Hogwarts like you asked (I’m sorry!), but I am toying with ideas on how toincorporate that aspect into a future piece. x

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Roses

Summary: Credence decides to show the reader his appreciation for her kindness towards him, although it doesn’t go as he originally planned.

Word Count: 2,533

Warning: Possible spoilers, mentions of blood

Y/N had let out a sigh of disappointment when she reached the corner of 42nd street only to find it empty. Well, empty to her standard considering that she had expected a large mass of people to be gathered on the street corner.

She had been looking forward to catching Credence after the New Salem Philanthropic Society rally that had been scheduled to be held there, but it seemed that she had been too late due to her grocery shopping taking a lot longer than she had originally anticipated. Sure, she knew that the people who would have had the misfortune to walk past Mary Lou Barebone’s incessant rambling would be rather relieved to know that it had concluded. Y/N was too, in a way, but she had been hoping to get the chance to talk to the woman’s eldest son since she hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, even if that meant that Y/N would have no choice but to listen to Mrs. Barebone distastefully drone on about her own kind just to see him.

It would have seemed as if the rally had never taken place to begin with, the exception being a few disposed flyers floating around on the pavement that were being picked up by the wind. Y/N adjusted her grocery bags onto her right arm before bending down to pick up one of the pieces of parchment with her left hand, curious to what Mary Lou had her adoptive children write on them this time.

“LEAVE WITCHES IN OUR WAKE. BURN THEM AT THE STAKE.”

Y/N couldn’t help but to roll her eyes in exasperation at the slogan. She would always take a flyer from Credence when he was tasked with handing them out to passers-by, mostly as a ploy to talk to him so as not to raise his mother’s suspicion, but also to make fun of every new slogan that Mrs. Barebone had slapped on there. It was a ritual they shared, Credence never dared to say anything against them while out on the street but Y/N almost always managed to pull a small smile from him at her antics.

She flipped the piece of paper over to the back, wondering if there would be anything else on the other side only to find it blank save for the Barebone’s residential address, which had always been a constant. Curious to what the time was, Y/N pulled out her watch from her coat pocket and furrowed her brows. It was past noon. She let out a disappointed sigh; it didn’t seem that she would be seeing Credence today.

Deciding that it was best that she had better get going, Y/N set off in the direction of her home and tossed the flyer into the first bin that she had spotted along the way. For a while now, Y/N had been worried because of Credence’s sudden disappearance and no matter how much she tried to reason with herself by recalling the one time she didn’t see him for over a month, in which he had been fine, she still could not shake the feeling of anxiousness.

What paranoid her the most was that the last time she seen him had been when he showed up on her doorstep in the middle of the night due to a horrible beating that had been delivered by Mary Lou’s hand. What if he had been punished because he had snuck out that night? Did his mother notice that his wounds had been completely healed and swore that witchcraft was the perpetrator?

Y/N shook her head at how she kept escalating a situation that she knew nothing about, if Mrs. Barebone had sworn that it was witchcraft then word would have definitely travelled by now. She was most likely just worried because she had grown quite accustomed to seeing the timid young man a lot more often than she usually did as he had been making his visits quite frequent before they had ceased all together. Maybe he was just busy scouting for new locations for the rallies, she tried in vain. There had been more of a turnout with each one due to the suspicious activity in New York recently, maybe he was just preoccupied, she hoped.

After 20 or so minutes of lamenting Credence’s wellbeing, along with what she was going to cook for dinner that night, Y/N arrived home. However, she instantly perked up at the sight of Credence standing at her door. Speak of the devil, she mused.

“Credence, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked cheerily as she approached the bottom of the stairs that lead to her front porch, all traces of her previously melancholy state having dissipated at the sight of the man.

The sudden greeting had caused Credence to jump in surprise before he turned around to look down at her from the top of the stairs, “Sorry! I should have given you a little warning beforehand.” She apologised, laughing a little and craning her head back to look up at him from her position.

“It’s fine.” He replied with a small shake of his head. He kept his right arm behind his back, as if hiding something. Credence hadn’t expected Y/N to be home so soon, he knew that today was the day that she did her grocery shopping and from first-hand experience he knew that she liked to take her time, her excuse being that she didn’t want to forget anything and have to make a second trip later on in the week.

He shifted nervously, his right hand holding the bouquet of roses flush against his back in order to shield them from her sight. He originally planned to leave the flowers on her doorstep and walk away without leaving a note as he wasn’t ready to make such a bold move. He was happy to see her but it was just his luck that she finished her shopping early on today of all days.

“Well, this is a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you today after I missed the rally,” She began with a smile being none the wiser to Credence’s internal dilemma, but her expression soon turned into one of confusion, “How did you sneak away from your mother?” She questioned, genuinely interested. His mother kept a tight leash on her children, as always, but she was particularly insufferable on the days of her rallies.

Credence had almost let out a sigh of relief at the question as he thought Y/N had caught him out, although it didn’t completely quell his anxiety, “Ma got caught up with Mr. and Mrs. Evergreen, their son works for the local newspaper. She took them back home in hopes that she’ll have an article written about the Society.” He answered softly, his gaze eventually lowering until he was staring at the ground, “She didn’t want me around, only my sisters.”

“It’s a blessing in disguise, really.” Y/N offered cheekily, hoping to lift Credence’s spirits a little, and made her way up the stairs, “I haven’t seen you in so long, I was getting worried that…”

Her sentence trailed off and she felt panic begin to settle in when her eyes had caught sight of Credence’s left palm that was held idly at his side, it looked scratched and in some places the skin appeared to be broken and slightly bloody. Had his mother beaten him again? She thought, feeling her heart sink at the possibility.

“Credence…” She began softly, in an attempt to conceal her worry and approach the subject lightly so as not to make him uncomfortable. “Did something happen earlier today?”

Credence caught her gaze and quickly retracted his hand, although the action had disturbed the skin and caused him to hiss at the sharp pain. “N-No, nothing happened. Not like that.” He recovered meekly, a slight wince noticeable on his features. “I…” He trailed off and began retreating into himself, his nerves beginning to get the better of him.

“I… uh, wanted to–“ He began but faltered, a barely noticeable tinge of red beginning to colour the pale skin of his face. Looking for a distraction, Credence glanced down at his hand to survey the damage; while in his haste of picking the flowers, he had managed to snag himself a few times on the thorns of the stems. He seemed to have forgotten the state that his hand was in, his mind being focused solely on Y/N and not ruining the gift he had for her. His hand hurt but the feeling was nothing in comparison to the pain he was usually accustomed to in his hands.

Y/N watched Credence closely, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. She now noticed his other hand that was held behind his back, was he hiding something from her? Was that hand in worse condition?

“It’s okay, Credence. Tell me what you were going to say.” Y/N coerced in a soft tone, “It’s alright; you have nothing to worry about. You’re safe with me.”

Credence nodded to her words but still found himself unable to speak, and in his moment of panic he pulled his right hand out from behind his back and held out a bunch of a dozen red roses. He looked down at his shoes, finding himself unable to make eye contact with her in fear of what her reaction might be.

Y/N stood in shock at the sight in front of her, staring at the flowers in his outstretched hand, this situation being the furthest thing from what she had been expecting. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the gesture; he must have remembered their conversation about flowers that they had months back and how she mentioned that she liked roses, no matter how cliché they may be. Don’t get her wrong, she was still worried about the condition of his hand, but she couldn’t help the large grin that made its way onto her face. Now she was the one who was at a loss for words.

“I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me,” Credence mumbled quietly, sounding dejected and obviously taking her silence the wrong way. He brought his arm in to hold the flowers against his chest and moved to walk past her, but she quickly stopped him by reaching out and grabbing hold of his arm.

“Credence, wait.” Y/N piped up and dropped her bags onto the ground, internally cursing herself for being so ignorant and not accepting them from him sooner. She ducked her head in a playful attempt to catch his attention in hopes that he’d make eye contact with her. Although, when that didn’t work she then slowly brought her hand up to trace up his jawline before fully cupping the side of his face in her hand, the action had caused him to flinch slightly but he eventually allowed himself to close his eyes and relax into her gentle touch.

“Credence, I’m sorry for not accepting the roses sooner. They’re beautiful; you just surprised me, is all.” She murmured and brought her other hand up to caress the opposite side of his face, which he eagerly leaned into, before moving in and placing a soft kiss on his cheek in order to show her gratitude.

His brown eyes snapped open at the new contact to look at her in shock at what she had just done. The affectionate gesture was completely foreign to him and he felt his face grow warm in embarrassment. “No one has ever given me flowers before. Thank you, Credence, I love them.”

Credence found himself only capable of nodding at Y/N’s kind words which made her smile up at him, and it only grew wider when she noticed the blush on his cheeks. She then moved one of her hands from his face to tentatively grasp his injured hand and raise it up so she could better survey the damage. Credence looked down and watched her as she examined his wounded hand with watchful eyes, thoroughly enjoying the attention she was giving him as she fussed over his hand.

“How did you manage this?” Y/N questioned as she caressed his knuckles tenderly, already having a good idea once she inspected his hand.

“I… I was worried that I’d get caught picking the flowers, so I rushed an-and pricked myself on the thorns.” He mumbled feeling a little embarrassed at his confession.

“Well, we can’t leave it in a state like this. I’ll have to fix you up.” Y/N announced while supressing a smile, finding Credence’s embarrassment endearing. “So, with or without magic?” She asked playfully despite knowing full well what his answer would be.

“With.” Credence answered immediately, eyes snapping to make contact with her own. Y/N hadn’t expected him to answer her so quickly or as loudly as he did, for that matter, which caused her to flinch back in surprise.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” Credence apologised, instantly regretting being so abrupt with her, but he was left completely baffled when a wide grin broke out on her face and then even more so at her laughter that followed.

“No Credence, it’s absolutely fine! You weren’t rude at all. You just… surprised me, is all.” She giggled and brought a hand up to cover her mouth, happy at his little ‘outburst’ and taking it as a positive sign that he was beginning to feel more comfortable with her.

“Now come on. Let’s get inside.” Y/N announced as she took the roses from him and walked over to the door, taking out her key and unlocking it before turning around to face at him. “Have you had lunch yet?”

Credence shook his head, which didn’t come as a surprise; it was no secret that his mother didn’t feed him properly. Y/N, on the other hand, loved cooking for Credence and would do so every day if she could. “Well, I’ll fix you up something once we get your hand back to normal.”

Y/N opened the door and motioned for Credence to go inside while she moved to pick up her bags that she had previously dropped onto the porch, but before she was able to Credence had intercepted her and was already holding them in his uninjured hand.

“Credence!” Y/N admonished jokingly with a huff, making it very obvious so as not to confuse him, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not getting you to carry my bags.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Credence replied earnestly and lowered his head out of bashfulness.

“Fine, I’ll let you this once. Now come on, get inside and make yourself comfortable while I put these in a vase and get my wand.” Y/N smiled, shaking her head in wonder at him before turning and walking inside.

Credence watched Y/N’s retreating figure from the doorway, the beginnings of a smile making its way onto his face. Today had gone a lot better than expected.

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'Your Secret Is Safe With Me' is simply amazing! And you definitely did a good job of keeping Credence in character. Will we be blessed with another Credence fic any time soon?

Thank you so much foryour kind words, I’m glad you liked it! I do have a smaller one in the worksthat I’m basing off of a request that was sent in. I don’t think it should takelonger than a week to be posted, I know it’s quite a while to wait but workreally limits my free time. I hope you don’t mind waiting that long! x

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Are you accepting request right now?

Of course I am! Throw me a request any time you’d like. I may take a little while to get around to it since I work full time, but go ahead. (This goes for everyone as well, send me your requests!) x

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Hi! I absolutely adored the credence fic you wrote, it was so good and I really just want to see him happy because he deserves to be happy just like anyone else and i just can't gksksdjlkl ;A;

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! Oh, don’t we all? The poor thing deserves the whole world and more, it’s not too much to ask. x

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Your Secret is Safe with Me

Summary: After Credence is subjected to a particularly harsh beating by his adoptive mother, the reader finds herself treating his wounds yet again. However, this time her methods are a little unconventional, to say the least.

Word Count: 2,680 Warning: Contains detailing and mentions of abuse

Author’s Note: I’m a little hesitant to post this in fear that I have made Credence out of character. Feedback would be much appreciated and if you have any requests, feel free to drop me a line and I’ll see what I can do. I hope you enjoy. x

Y/N stood at her kitchen sink staring out of the window at the storm outside. It had begun a few hours ago but it hadn’t really gotten into the swing of things until the last half an hour. She felt sorry for any people who were stuck outside in it; she sure as hell wouldn’t want to be out there.

She continued to wipe up the excess water that she had managed to splash around her sink and onto the counter from washing the dishes, something she got a bit rough and a little too carefree with when she finally got around to doing them. It wasn’t like she left them there for days at a time, it was just that washing the dishes wasn’t very fun to do and it was usually the last on her list of housework.

As Y/N was finishing up, she could have sworn that she heard two quiet knocks on her front door. She wasn’t entirely sure if she had imagined the knocks as it had been so faint, but she dropped the tea towel onto the counter and went to check the door regardless.

When she unfastened the lock and opened the front door of her terrace house, she was met with not only a sharp gust of wind and rain from the storm outside but the presence of who she assumed was her friend Credence Barebone, although it was a little hard to tell due to the dim lighting. “Credence, is that you?”

He gave a timid nod of his head that would have gone unnoticed if Y/N had not been focusing on him so intently. He stood rigidly with his left hand gripping onto his right forearm quite tightly, as if trying to distract himself from something, his wet clothing clung to him like a second skin and the water from his hair kept dripping into his eyes but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He kept his gaze downcast as he stood on her porch, shaking to what she thought was due to the cold.

“What are you doing out at this hour?” Y/N asked with worry in her eyes, quickly glancing back to the clock that hung on her living room wall, it was twenty minutes past ten o’clock. Surely his mother would blow a gasket if she found out about this. “Get inside before you catch a cold.” She ushered him in by placing her hand onto his back but quickly retracted it in shock when he flinched and let out a pained whimper at the contact.

“Credence, are you alright? What happened?” Y/N questioned, her tone slightly panicked.

She was met only with silence from the young man, although his silence spoke volumes to her and panic began to settle in. No, she wouldn’t have dared, Y/N thought as she studied him, not again. “Credence, please look at me.”

It took him a moment, but he eventually turned around stiffly to face her. His eyes were red, a tell-tale sign that he had been crying, and it was obvious that he was in pain if just going by the look of his eyes were any indication.

“Did your mother hurt you?” Y/N asked softly in an attempt to not distress him any further than what he already was. He gave a small nod and nothing more than that as an answer.

She took a deep breath through her nose and felt her heart sink. He didn’t deserve this treatment, no one did. Y/N remembered the first time she discovered that Mrs. Barebone beats Credence; she had noticed the lacerations on his hands when she was talking to him one day during a Second Salem rally. He didn’t give her an answer that day, but the way his eyes darted to look at his mother had been all the confirmation that she needed.

“It’s your back, isn’t it?”

He nodded.

“Credence, I’m going to need to take off your coat and shirt to see your back. Can I do that?” Credence’s eyes widened slightly but he nodded, yet again, although Y/N wasn’t going to take that as an answer and raised an eyebrow at him, urging him to respond to her audibly.

Upon seeing her raised eyebrow, Credence caught on. “Yes,” He answered quietly, his voice a little hoarse.

Y/N gave him a small smile and led him to her lounge, motioning for him to sit. Once he did, she sat next to him and aided him in the removal of his jacket, muttering a ‘sorry’ here and there when he drew in a sharp breath or let out a whimper due to the movement disturbing the skin of his back. As soon as she relieved him of his jacket, she placed the item neatly on the armrest of the lounge, not caring in the slightest that it was wet. Although when Y/N turned back around to help with his white button up, a quiet gasp left her lips. Even though his shirt had been soaked through due to the rain, the blood from his wounds had managed to seep through and stain the garment.

“Credence… what did she do to you?” Y/N whispered in horror.

Credence’s movements were stiff and he let out a small hiss as he turned around to face Y/N, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion, not used to the concern she was showing him but in no way was it unwelcome. “Mother, she… found some of the flyers in a garbage can.” He spoke quietly, a small tremble evident in his voice, “She thought I was the one who did it but I handed out all of mine today. When I got home, she told me to take off my belt and when I did I put my hands out for her –“

He paused and looked down, Y/N followed his gaze and they both stared at his scarred hands, some being more recent than others. He quickly looked up at her face but just as fast as he did, he looked away again. “But this time she told me to take off my shirt, I was so confused… she’s never had me do that before and…”

With the more he told her, the more he was beginning to work himself up. His tone of voice was heavy with confusion and sadness, his breathing had begun to become laboured and his eyes began to water on the verge of tears. Y/N decided that he had told her enough, and quite frankly, she didn’t want to know any further. It was too heartbreaking. So to still him, she slowly raised her hand, making sure to give him enough time to see what she was doing, and softly cupped his cheek while her other hand went to cover one of his own. Even though she had chosen her movement carefully, he still flinched back slightly but soon melted into her sweet gesture and pushed the right side of his face back into her soft hand, craving the affection she was offering him.

After giving him enough time to calm down, Y/N spoke up. “We still need to get your shirt off so I can take a look at your back. Is it okay that we do that now?”

“Yes, it’s fine.” Credence replied, closing his eyes and slightly leaning his face forward once she dropped her hand from his cheek, as if chasing to keep the contact going.

Once she had removed his shirt, all the while trying her best not to blush, Y/N placed it next to her on her left and then turned to inspect the bare skin of Credence’s back. When she did, she closed her eyes and immediately felt herself fill with dread at the damage. His pale skin was torn and marred by the belting he endured; the blood hadn’t been given a chance to dry due to the rain and was still very raw, welts and red marks also covered the flesh. How could a belting be this horrid? Unless…

Credence seemed to understand her silence, “Mother used the buckle first,” He offered meekly, “She’s never done that until today.”

Rage boiled through Y/N’s veins. How dare she subject her son to this punishment, or to any punishment for that matter? She often found herself in this situation, treating the wounds inflicted upon him by his abusive adoptive mother, but never before on anything of this calibre. Y/N would never mention this aloud, she loathed even entertaining the idea of it, but Mrs. Barebone was the one person that Y/N knew who was deserving of being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.

The more she stared at the state that Credence’s back was in and how much pain it would have been causing him, she found herself leaning towards utilising ‘other’ methods to help with his wounds. She knew that if she actually went along with it that she would be breaking one of the simplest rules in the wizarding world, and exposing herself to one of the last people she should.

As much as she valued Credence as a friend, Y/N was paranoid to disclose her magical abilities to him in fear that word would get back to his mother. Mrs. Barebone already had a bone to pick with her just for talking to her son at the Second Salem rallies and with the added information of being a witch would be her ruin.

Even so, against her better judgement and the feeling of complete anxiety that came with every word of her next sentence, Y/N decided to put everything on the line for his wellbeing. “Credence, I’m putting my complete trust in you right now. I need you to keep this between us, alright?”

He tilted his head in confusion, but nonetheless gave her an earnest nod, “Of course.”

“I need you to promise me.” Y/N pressed, her tone urgent as she stood from her seat and looked down at him.

“I promise.” Credence stared up at her, feeling a little uneasy by her frantic state.

“Okay,” She nodded, supressing her worry once she noticed him becoming uncomfortable and giving him a small smile. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

With one last look at him, Y/N quickly ducked out of the living room and into her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out the long rectangular box that kept her wand. “I hope I’m doing the right thing.” She murmured to herself, and after a moment or two of final deliberation, she grabbed a blanket from the bottom of her bed and made her way back to the living room to do maybe one of the most stupidest things she has done yet.

She found him where she left him, still seated on the lounge and shivering slightly whilst he observed his surroundings.

“Alright,” She piped up, dropping the red blanket onto the back of the lounge and taking a seat next to Credence. He curiously eyed the box in her hands before looking up to make eye contact with her for the first time that night. Despite knowing him for a little over a year and a half, he was still quite timid and shy which was completely understandable due to his situation, but with her he seemed to be able to allow himself to relax, even if it was just a little bit.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” She laughed a little out of nervousness, “But you’re my friend, Credence, and I want you to know that I want to help you.”

Y/N paused, not knowing what else to say so she decided to just show him instead. She opened the box to reveal her wand sitting in the red velvet lined interior, her eyes never once leaving his face in order to gauge his reaction.

Credence’s eyes widened in surprise, while her eyes had never left his face, his had never left the box in her hands. There was a short silence that seemed far longer than what it really was before he finally spoke, “You’re a witch?” He asked in a murmur, but his voice held a tone of admiration.

“Yes, I am,” She nodded with a bit of an awkward smile at his reaction; he didn’t flinch or accuse her of anything, and he was still sitting next to her. She hoped it was a good sign.

Credence didn’t ask her why she didn’t tell him about her magical ties, he wasn’t a moron. Of course she wouldn’t, just look at his family; his mother wanted to kill all witches and wizards and forced her children to spread word of it. If anything, he was glad that she trusted him enough to confide this information in him and not be angry or scared, which were the reactions he was almost sure that she expected from him.

“I don’t have anything else in my house that will be able to help you other than this. I want to use a spell to heal the wounds on your back, if you’ll let me.” She spoke softly, as if testing the waters.

Credence stared at her before turning around and silently granting Y/N permission by giving her a proper look at his back. She took her wand out of its case and couldn’t help but grin, feeling almost ecstatic that he trusted her enough to do this, maybe this would work out after all.

“It might feel a little hot, but other than that there won’t be any pain.” There was a moment of silence between the two until Y/N pointed her wand at the lacerations and muttered the word, “Episkey.”  

Credence tensed and gripped the fabric of the lounge beneath him at the hot feeling that spread across his back, although as soon as the sensation had appeared it had grown cold before slowly reverting back to the warmth of his previous body temperature. He didn’t feel any pain or stinging any more, he felt as if he hadn’t been belted by his mother for something he didn’t do and for now, he felt happy.

Y/N couldn’t help but grin when one of Credence’s hands went to feel as much of the skin on his back that he could reach. Despite full well knowing that he wouldn’t come into contact with any wounds, he was still astounded to feel that his skin had been repaired. He turned around to face Y/N, his eyes gleaming with gratitude.

“Thank you.”

“Happy to help.” Y/N smiled at him and reached for the blanket she had previously hung on the back of the lounge and draped it over his shoulders, wanting to provide him with some warmth while they were to wait for his clothes to dry. Credence pulled the fabric closer to his body and watched her nervously toy with her wand in her hands before she placed it back into its case.

She put the case on the coffee table and picked up his drenched coat and stained shirt from the lounge, she could easily just cast a spell on the items to dry them but decided against it, not wanting to overexpose Credence to magic all in one sitting. Although she did mentally note to herself to cast a charm on his shirt to remove the blood, but for now they would just have to settle for being hung on the clothes line in the kitchen and left to dry in real time.

When she returned from the kitchen and took a seat beside him, the feeling of uneasiness still hadn’t left her. Even though Credence didn’t seem to be running off and telling everyone about her status as a witch any time soon, she couldn’t shake the feeling of paranoia.

Credence picked up on her nervous energy and hesitantly reached out to place his hand on top of her smaller one, the action was bold coming from him and it surprised her. “You’re secret is safe with me, Y/N.” He promised, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

And she believed him.

[sectorvii]

Hi! I was wondering if there is a part 2 of Mission Impossible?

There will be! I have around about a quarter or so of it typed up but I’m lacking a little on inspiration. It shouldn’t take too long! x