#grindelgraves

[emperor-ofthe-sun]

[sedat-sedul]

sooooo..... uhm.. i read too many Angst Grindelgraves fanfics [I know Grindeldore is canon but i saw some fanarts and read many fanfics. i ship them because of this] and I wanna make a damn video but I won't.

Poor Percy. Gellert don't be a d★ck and leave him alone >:(

[minawolf]

@refusetobowdown-blog @johnnydeppfanclub @percival-graves-lives @pqcfarrell @farrellcolin @ask-percival-after-dark @colin-jfarrell @colin-farrell-hq @colin-farrell-daily @colinfarrellfans @dailyjdepp @gravesx-blog1 @johnnydeppfanclub @thedepp @the-real-percival-graves

Johnny♥️Colin

[pantalonemiuraer309]

Valentine's Shipping

*checks date* yeah that's about right

So. Here are the obligatory season ships. Because of course, I had to, even given I'm about, say, eleven days late? But hey, eleven's one of my lucky numbers so...

an apology in advance for the glow and the blur and the quality and the saturation

Anyway, close ups:

Pokemon: some catloversshipping and absolutecontrolshipping, as well as an allusion to the long passed wife. Giovanni and Silver are two of my favorite pokemon characters and you know I had to put the edgy boi with my own slightly edgy girl. I had have my own little lore and au for them. Maybe some day I'll be consistent enough to make good on that promise.

Pirates/POTC: salazack or salack. Inspired by this fic. I cried twice reading it. Really gets at you, one of the best of the pairing and Sparrington you'll ever read. Focusses more on Jack though and his lore and secrets and relationships. The quote is taken from the last few pages. You'll have to read it yourselves.

Fantastic Beasts [+ Sweeney Todd]: grindelnewt, sweenwald, and grindelgraves. I had to. The first and last are my fandom favorites, that I have written fics for and most likely will continue to for as long as I have spite in my bones; the second is more of a self indulgence. I adore them. Each is part of their own au very particularly tailored. You can find some of the fics on my home blog @evening-rose-309 mind I haven't updated the master-list in a few.

The Arcana Game: Julian Devorak and my apprentice, Sparrow. Originally I was going to put a quote but I just... ran out of steam. Ju-ju was my first and although I'm planning to complete Muriel and Lucio's, this ridiculous red head salty bitters drinking doctor will always hold a special place in my digital heart.

[funkzpiel]

War Room Entertainment Re-Uploaded

A reader reached out requesting this fic be made available again, so I decided to re-upload it to AO3. Link and info below:

War Room Entertainment Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing(s): Graves/Grindelwald, Graves/Grindelwald/Picquery, Grindelwald/Picquery Content Warning: Non-Con, Check AO3 for more tags Summary: He is bound in the middle of a long, ornate table – and not just any table, but the war room table at MACUSA, reserved for times of emergency and important dignitaries. Grindelwald has him trussed up like a grand pig for a winter’s feast. An apple in his mouth is all that’s missing, although he knows the maniac would much prefer to put something else in there to fill the space inside. His legs are pinned thigh to calf in an intricate network of ebony black belts – leather so soft it feels like butter, a gentle yet harsh contrast to the way the bindings make him ache. Cuffs bind his wrists to his ankles, keeping him bent in half – face so close to the tabletop he could lick it if he stretched.

[theivorybilledwoodpecker]

Gellert likes it that Percival can be quite mouthy...

(In front of several of Gellert’s followers)

Vinda: We should restrain him. We won’t be able to keep as much of an eye on him in the caverns, and if he sets off a spell at the wrong time-

Gellert: That won’t be necessary, Vinda. Percival will be on his best behavior...won’t you darling?

Percival: (Sneers) Of course, pet.

Gellert: (smirks)

[speakbeastypodcast]

Wishing a very happy birthday to the one and only Colin Farrell! You were the best Graves! 😍 

[cupcakefoggy]

Absent - Grindelgradence

My pinning ceremony for my nursing school graduation was cancelled due to COVID, then the virtual one was also cancelled and I’m crushed. Figured I’d check in on my new OT3 and see if they’re handling disappointment any better than I would...

It’s a hot, messy August night and Credence doesn’t care, he’s so excited he could almost scream. He changes hastily in the bathroom at work, button-down shirt and crisp tie underneath his lab coat. This is the most important day of his life...well. After his wedding day, he thinks with a smile, touching the thin gold band on his left hand. He can’t wait for Gellert and Percy to see him right now.

There’s a reception before the actual ceremony. He waits by the punch bowl, texts them both three or four times. He blames New York traffic when he hasn’t yet caught sight of his husbands by the time the procession begins. The new students parade into the auditorium. Credence takes his place on stage. With the lights in his eyes, he can’t see if his partners have made it or not.

The ceremony begins. The students receive their coveted NYU patches on the shoulders of their lab coats and recite the Nightingale pledge by artificial candlelight.. He swears if he listens hard enough during the closing remarks he can hear Gellert’s low, rumbling laugh in the crowd, but no one comes to greet him after the ceremony. He waits, twenty minutes, thirty, forty. Every time the auditorium doors swing open or the reception hall door slams he looks up, but he never sees either one of them, and every time his heart breaks just a little more. His friends ply him with sympathy, offer to take him out with their families. 

No. He doesn’t want their families, he wants his. They have to be here. They promised they’d be here. He feels spoiled and mean for being disappointed right now, his heart hammering against his ribs, disappointment warring with self-disgust. You greedy little boy, his mother’s voice hisses in his head, a stark contrast to the fantasy of his husbands engulfing him in a hug before they take him to his favorite restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

The keynotes speaker, the head of the school of nursing, is last to leave; sees Credence standing there in his lab coat and patch, gently asks if he needs a ride. That’s when Credence gives up and decides it’s time to go home.

He takes the subway home, wondering the whole time how this happened. Percy is organized to the point of actual paranoia and Gellert never misses an opportunity to brag about him (and embarrass him) in public. How could they have forgotten? He looks down at the patch on his shoulder and he’s morbidly thankful for the New Yorker tendency to ignore anything that’s not your own personal business, because it means no one on the subway cares that he’s crying his eyes out. 

He remembers the day he came home with a flawless report card, must’ve been in fifth grade, and his mother burned it, telling him don’t take so much pride in worldly accomplishments. Is that, he wonders now, what they’re trying to tell him? Is this Gellert and Percy’s way of reminding him you’re not special, we’re done babying you, hundreds of thousands of kids your age go to nursing school, we’re not going to throw you a damn parade? He cries, hard but nearly silent, and soaks the sleeve of his lab coat drying his tears as he gets off the subway and walks the last few blocks to their apartment.

He gets home and finds that the lights are all off, save the tiny one over the stove in the kitchen...which is a mess, with dishes piled high in the sink, flour and sugar dusted over the counter, milk spilled on the floor. Credence’s heart melts when he sees the cake on the counter: two square tiers, frosted in NYU’s signature purple and white, a border of little sugar stethoscopes and red crosses surrounding the words Congratulations, Credence! written in Percy’s flawless cursive. He doesn’t have to smell or taste it to know it’s his favorite flavor, strawberry lemonade.

Disappointment turns to worry. They didn’t forget. Something is wrong, then, and Credence has a pretty good idea of what it is. He runs to the bedroom and finds the lights mostly off here, too. Gellert looks up when he enters the room. There’s a bundle of blankets lying beside him with its head in his lap. Gellert is slowly, gently stroking said blanket bundle and Credence doesn’t have to ask, but Gellert tells him anyway: “I’m so sorry, mein schatz. It was a really bad one this time...”

Credence doesn’t waste a minute. He shucks his lab coat, drops his bag to the floor and crawls up onto the bed on the other side of the blanket bundle and carefully rests a hand on the trembling back of it. "I’m here, Percy,” he says softly. “I’m right here. It’s okay. We’re all safe.”

The blanket-bundle only shakes harder, and Gellert joins in. “We’re both here now, whenever you’re ready to come out,” he tells Percy soothingly. It takes perhaps another half hour of gentle reassurance before Percy emerges from the blanket-bundle with red swollen eyes, and Credence feels his heart break all over again.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing Percy says to him, followed by, “I made you a cake?” As if Credence requires an offering in order to grant benediction.

Credence lies down beside Percy, slides one arm under his neck and wraps the other around his waist, drawing him in close. “I saw the cake,” he says as he strokes Percy’s hair. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Percy relaxes against him, hearing the unspoken I understand, I still love you in his words. On his other side Gellert lies down too, and wraps one arm around them both. He mouths flashback at Credence; Credence had long worked that out but he acknowledges it with a tiny nod.

“I’m sorry,” Percy says again, and his shoulders shake as he repeats, sounding as if someone is choking him, “I’m so fucking sorry, I lost time, I don’t know what happened. You must be so furious with me, sweetheart, I’m so--”

“Sh-h-h. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Credence holds him close, tucks Percy’s head under his chin; nothing soothes Percy more during a panic attack than being able to hear the sound of his husbands’ heartbeats. “You’re safe,” he tells Percy softly. Gellert snuggles up behind him, letting Percy feel that he is surrounded on all sides by people who would do anything for him. “Half the families didn’t even come,” he lies. “It wasn’t that big a deal. It’s not like graduation or anything.”

Gellert’s eyes meet his and Credence knows that Gellert, at least, knows he’s lying. But it doesn’t matter. Percy seems to take comfort in it, and that’s all he cares about. He knows Percy will want to make it up to him. Credence will let him. They’ll celebrate tomorrow, and any remaining traces of disappointment will be swept away like cake crumbs off the coffee table. But right now this isn’t about him, Credence thinks. Right now, Percy needs him.

Percy drifts to sleep in his arms and Gellert waits until then to ask him in a whisper, “Are you all right? Do we need to talk?” Credence shakes his head. The hurt has long disappeared. He knows they would have been there if they could. Percy can’t control what triggers his panic attacks or flashbacks any more than Credence can control what sets off his own anxiety, and he doesn’t break down like this very often. Something happened, and they’ll need to talk about that later, but right now all he cares about is that Percy is asleep, breathing slow and deep and even, and now Gellert is smiling at him, the pride shining through his eyes visible even in the dim light.

“You’re going to make such a fantastic nurse,” Gellert tells him, leaning across Percy’s sleeping form to drop a kiss on the temple of Credence’s head. He feels the place where Gellert’s lips touch his skin, feels Percy’s breath against his neck, and this, he thinks, is all he needs.