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Headcanon that when Credence fucks Graves and they're side by side on the bed - he likes (and Graves LIKES) to obscure Graves' vision with his hand, or gag him as he comes, holding Graves against him so tight the man is sure to bruise. Graves adores it when Credence is so rough with him cause it makes him feel completely helpless.
a way for percival to deal with how grindelwald used him, perhaps? a way for credence to reclaim some power in his life?
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Rating: Mature Relationships: Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves Additional Tags: Kinktober 2017, Master/Slave, Under-negotiated Kink, Exhibitionism, Frottage, Spanking, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Clothed Sex, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kissing, BDSM Series: Part 8 of Kinktober 2017 Summary:
Credence had never felt more so than he did at Graves' feet, with a large hand settled over the crown of his skull. There were people all around them and Credence was wearing dreadfully little -- barely more than his underwear and a gauzy shawl -- but he felt safe.
"Darling," Graves drawled, tugging a little at Credence's ear. He was smiling as Credence looked up, eyes half lidded and drowsy with love. "Get me a drink from the bar. If you spill so much as a drop, you'll get a spanking."
eat your shame (3668 words) by Rrrowr Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Original Percival Graves/Other(s) Characters: Credence Barebone, Original Percival Graves Additional Tags: Watersports, Glory Hole, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Blow Jobs Summary:
Credence had first noticed him coming out of an alley – noticed because it had just been a little odd. Men like him didn’t come out of alleys. They walked down the streets with their shoulders back and their boots shined fit to be a mirror. They stepped out of glinting new cars and acted like they owned the streets they drove down. They didn’t move like Graves did.
They never noticed Credence.
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Gradence, regency AU? (If you're still taking prompts)
2. Regency AU
The whispers about Mister Newton Scamander, Esquire preceded the man himself by several weeks. He’d sent word and servants ahead of him to open his winter estate, and Credence heard nothing from his mother but how much money the man was reported to be worth, how he was quite unmarried, and how he reportedly fancied himself a writer.
He heard a great deal more before he finally laid eyes on Mr. Scamander himself near the beginning of the Season, and he felt confident that, should the need to make conversation arise, he would be quite capable of lasting a full five minutes before finding the opportunity to introduce his eldest sister. He didn’t imagine that his sister actually had much chance of success with Scamander, but it was what his mother had tasked him to do. He had to make at least a token effort.
Scamander was, in turn, doing his level best to introduce his friend to the all the party members. Credence could feel the wave of whispers slowly cresting outwards as each cluster of people was greeted by this unexpected guest. Credence couldn’t place the face, but it was obvious from his dress that he was at least Scamander’s rank or higher. A gentleman then – and a rich one, judging by the volume of the whispers and the way his mother violently began jerking at Credence’s cuff.
“Go, go,” she hissed at him. “Find out everything you can!”
Credence sighed and weaved his way closer, picking up snatches of conversation as he went.
“Estate in New York–”
“–three sisters, all married well apparently–”
“–forty-years and never wed himself, what a shame–”
“Very rich, however. That’s enough to let any wife overlook certain proclivities.”
I have no idea if you're still taking any prompts from the list but how about a fake relationship au of gradence? Credence maybe trying to avoid a marriage his mother wanted him to get with Grindlewald
1. fake relationship
Graves couldn’t say that he knew Credence Barebone well. The kid was just always in the station for some reason or another, whether it was because his mother had locked him out of the house again or because he’d been caught shoplifting. Credence was predestined for the wrong place at the wrong time, Graves thought, and this latest problem hadn’t changed Graves’ opinion on that.
“I need your help,” Credence whispered. “Please go out with me.”
Graves turned the page of his newspaper. “No,” he said.
“But my mother is forcing me to get married!”
“You’re over eighteen. Technically she can’t force you to do anything,” Graves drawled. “Just don’t sign any documents she hands to you and you’ll be fine.”
Credence leaned over the edge of the counter and grabbed desperately for Graves’ hand. “You don’t understand, Mr. Graves! She wants me to marry Mr. Grindelwald!”
At that, Graves set his paper aside. Grindelwald was and always would be a thorn in Graves’ side. Arrogant and self-absorbed, he was a tyrant over local legislature. He was the greasiest, most pretentious man that Graves had ever met. He couldn’t imagine anyone willingly joining Grindelwald in holy matrimony, let alone Credence Barebone.
Despite his unfortunate tendency toward trouble, Credence was ... sweet. Kind. Sometimes angry with his situation, frustrated with his harpy of a mother of course, but ultimately, just too good to be ruined by a man like Grindelwald.
“Fine,” he conceded, rising from his chair to bring his face close to Credence’s. He wrapped his hand around Credence’s wrist to keep him from retreating. “But we do this right.”
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If I may: Gradence, 6. handcuffed/trapped in a cabin/forced proximity. No pressure. Thanks!
6. forced proximity
Credence is always underfoot. He hasn’t learned the way that Graves’ subordinates have learned, to get out of his way. He’s just always there -- hovering behind Graves’ shoulder and never quite quick enough to move aside when Graves turns to another task.
Graves is going crazy, but there’s nothing to be done about it. They’re chained together, and it might as well be literally because Credence can’t go more than five feet away before both of them start to get a headache. Can’t go ten feet without their chests to start aching. Twenty feet without breathing becoming impossible.
...
Graves is a stubborn asshole about it, but figures it’s his due. He’s the one with the job. He’s the older one. He’s got responsibilities. What does Credence have? Nothing he wants to go back to, really, but he’s certain that he would rather do more than just sit in Graves’ office doing nothing but like, reading maybe. Occasionally helping Graves sort his paperwork.
With nothing else to occupy him, he ends up basically memorizing Graves’ schedule, his lifestyle, his habits. It’s not exactly pleasant, any of it. Graves is a very solitary man. He usually arrives early to the office, works through his lunches, stays late. He digs in his heels at any suggested change.
Credence ends up lonely, frustrated. He stalks off sometimes when he’s particularly annoyed with Graves’ unwillingness to compromise, tests how far he can go, tests how much pain he can tolerate before he gives in -- how much pain Graves can tolerate before he comes to chase Credence down.
...
Outside influences eventually force Graves to cave. Tina. Queenie. Even Abernathy, if you can believe it.
Graves takes lunch in a park, in sunlight, eats hot dogs with Credence on a bench. It’s hot, he ends up sweaty, he’s uncomfortably and physically miserable, but Credence is cheerful about it. The company is good. The conversation is good. The hot dogs aren’t half bad.
They talk more after that, more laughter, less argument. Credence wheedles a few more hot dog stand visits out of him with minimal effort. Graves starts sleeping in a little in the mornings and actually leaves at the end of his shift instead of taking overtime.
Then the cure comes. A potion. One gulp and it’s all done. “You should go home,” Graves says. Freedom. That’s what Credence deserves.
...
Graves goes home that night after staying late by over five hours. His subordinates mutter about him falling back into bad habits as he leaves. He ignores them. Credence hasn’t been around him since lunch time, and Graves feels unsettled by that, off-center.
It’s dark when he comes to his doorstep and finds Credence sitting at his door. “What are you doing here?” Graves asks, even though he knows -- he knows -- that going back to Mary Lou would’ve meant a beating.
“You said to go home,” Credence says. “So I did.”
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for the trope prompts. Gradence, Time Travel, but it is Credence who goes back. <3
4. time travel
Credence knew that what he was doing wasn’t smart. There were too many risks, too many possibilities of terrible results, but he couldn’t help it. He was curious -- perhaps morbidly so -- to know the man whose face Grindelwald had stolen. Too long, Credence had been haunted by the man’s voice, his touch, his scent, and yet he’d never actually known Percival Graves at all.
The first and only time Credence had actually seen him was through a newspaper clipping that had been sent to Newt in the mail. The photo next to the obituary announcement showed a proud face, strong, that melted easily into a kind smile. It was an expression Credence had never seen before.
So he went back. Not just to America, not just to New York. Back. Before that dreadful December, even, though that might have been poor aim on his part.
When he picked up the nearest newspaper, it was March 1926. Spring then. Fitting for how he hoped that this would be a good time to start something new. A fresh beginning, if you will.
...
He actively avoided the Second Salemers whenever he could, but there were times when he spotted himself -- a curled, bent, beaten thing, silently holding out flyers that no one took. Comparing to how he looked now, the differences were stark.
Credence lingering near the Woolworth building before he finally catches sight of Graves, stalking him almost, just watching him to see what his life is like. Struggling to track where Graves goes after he apparates and ultimately having to sneak a tracking spell on him. Watching him eat dinner at a No-Maj restaurant, watching him read at the end of the day from the fire escape across from his living room. Getting rather enamored with Graves’ routine.
Lasting all of three days before Graves turns on him, slams him up against the wall, and demands to know why he’s following him.
Credence panics, to be honest. “I just wanted to know you!”
Graves doesn’t peg Credence as an actual threat, frankly. He lets Credence go with a warning that he doesn’t follow through on. Credence is never arrested. Graves doesn’t cast any curses in his direction. Credence watches from a distance even when the weather turns shitty.
Eventually, Graves sees Credence sitting out there in miserable weather and invites him in. “Persistent little shit,” he grumbles as he spells Credence’s clothes dry and gives him an irish coffee to drink. “What is it you want so badly?”
“I told you. I just wanted to get to know you,” Credence answers. “Nothing more.”
“And nothing less, I bet,” Graves mutters.
...
They sit, they talk, they get to know each other. Credence doesn’t mean to let Graves know that he’s from the future, let alone that Graves is going to die soon -- but Graves is smart, he reads between the lines. He figures it out. He turns introspective. He searches out the present!Credence, tries to discern the similarities and differences between him and the Credence he has come to know. Finds that Credence is sweet, sad, and desperately in need of good fortune.
So by the time October of 1926 comes around, Graves has extended his hand to help present!Credence, rescued him and his sisters from Mary Lou Barebone, has convinced Seraphina Picquery that leaving the boy alone would result in disaster for all. The timeline is irrevocably changed. There’s no Obscurus anymore for Grindelwald to exploit.
Graves half expect future!Credence to be gone when he gets home, but he isn’t and Graves is relieved beyond measure. They clasp hands. Their foreheads rest together. Graves takes a deep, fortifying breath.
“How long do I have before he comes?”
Credence knows he means Grindelwald. “I don’t know. Perhaps a month, maybe two. We never did find out for sure.” He squeezes Graves’ fingers. “But you’ll be ready for him, won’t you?”
Graves nods. “I’ll be ready.”
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#4 gradence :3
4. groundhog’s day/time travel
At first, Graves thinks he’s dreaming.
It’s not unheard of, dreaming of escaping only to wake in the same hell hole you fell asleep in.
By the third time, he knows better.
...
He has looped twenty-seven times. He has ensured Grindelwald’s capture. He has prevented countless deaths. Sometimes, Graves will go several days thinking that he has finally fixed it.
Once, he was in the middle of a conversation on the stairs of a bank. He heard the crack of a gunshot. He turned, blinked, and instead of the street, he was back in his apartment, caught behind a door that won’t open and a ward that won’t break.
He doesn’t know yet where it all went wrong.
...
Graves cannot do much to help himself for the first few hours of the loop. It will always be the same. He must wait for the very specific sequence of events (which he has discovered involves his downstairs neighbor’s illegal potion brewing experiment going horribly wrong and thus interfering with the wards that keep him trapped.
He spends those hours going over the details of the day, the inevitabilities that he’s learned, the paths that he can change with this action or that. He plans what he will attempt next.
...
He doesn’t know Credence, but he comes to understand that Credence is the key. He’s seen the boy in passing in previous loops, perhaps had a few conversations. He knows that Grindelwald used him, knows that he’s powerful but untrained. An Obscurus.
On the thirty-third loop, Graves sees Credence die in front of his eyes, taken out by a stray spell that an Auror had aimed at Grindelwald. Grindelwald had knocked it aside like nothing. Credence had gone stiff, choking on nothing, and crumpled to the ground.
Graves was back in his apartment before he could reach Credence.
...
He figures it out eventually, though he doesn’t realize that he has at first. He doesn’t know the cause of the loop, so he can’t truly know if it’s been broken. He keeps Credence close to him, wakes each morning and reaches for him like an anchor. It’s not enough to just wake in his own bed, in his own home. Credence must be there.
The truth is that, like is typical for the morals of Harry Potter stories, the solution was love.
...
(Horror ending: they last fifty years, sixty. Graves is getting up there in his years, over one hundred now. Credence would have a long life too, if it weren’t for the Obscurus, which still sucks power from him like the greedy parasite that he is. They age together, they’re going to die together. In his heart, Graves finds this terribly romantic.
Credence dies first.
And Graves wakes up in his apartment again, behind the same door, behind the same wards.
The spell was never broken.)
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