“You don’t even like dessert,” Credence pointed out, even as he let Percival take him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen.
“You do.” And for Percival, it was as simple as that. Credence liked it and Percival needed no other justification. His kindness was casual and instinctive and Credence couldn’t articulate how much he loved him for it. He’d tried before and Percival had touched his face and told him Credence, that’s just what you do for people you love, but Credence was still unconvinced that orchestrating bi-continental treason at the highest level of two magical governments to keep your lover safe was anything resembling par for the course.
- Part 3 of This Thing of Darkness
“No. Just--Can we not?” They were both coated with mud. With blood. The boy’s, their own, the garden’s and Anna was so tired. She couldn’t imagine Mabel being any less worn. “The King is dead. We’re back. Can we just-- one night. One night and then tomorrow we can deal with the boy and whoever sent him and everything else just..”
“You just want to have a conversation,” and there was an edge, a sarcasm in Mabel’s voice as if she couldn’t believe that they were doing this again. “Not us-as-archetypes, not you skeletal and me--”
“I want to make you dinner. You burning. And me skeletal,” Anna said. “I’m not naive, Mabel.”
Or: In which peace is hardwon and promises are kept.
15 Jan 2018
Theseus writhing against his tongue, his mouth was like worship. Communion. It was all the things the Graves family had eschewed since the day Gondulphus had seen the Scourers burn one of their own at the stake and the only way Graves knew how to sing vespers was to make Theseus scream it.
or: Christmas on the front lines gets harder every year. Graves is bad at talking, but his actions say plenty.
The Macusa Monarchs have a chance at the Stanley Cup and star player Percival Graves has every intention of taking his team the entire way. He's got good players at his back too; his best friend and sometimes lover Theseus Scamander, Queenie Goldstein, the sunniest goalie ever, and defensemen Newt and Tina.
There's a new player too, fresh from the minor leagues: Credence Barebone. He skates hard, hits fast and must have eyes in the back of his head. If only he didn’t spend so much time with the new offensive coordinator Gellert Grindelwald.
aka the hockey AU that no one ever asked for.
02 Jan 2018
For Credence, the end of the war came in a brief flare of green smoke and the flutter of a piece of paper. The ripe scent of Floo flame-- melted paint, scorched wood, herbal and worn-- drifted through too big flat and he slid off the couch to go read it.
It’s done. Home soon.-- PGG the neatly folded note read, as if Credence somehow couldn’t recognize his lover’s handwriting after eighteen years. An anticlimax in swooping calligraphy.
After decades of anxiety as Grindelwald’s influence grew on the continent, nearly two years of fear as the United Kingdom went to war and MACUSA dithered and fought amongst itself before finally leaping into the fray.
But it was done and Percival and Theseus would come home weary in body and soul and the least he could do was give his lovers a haven.
25 May 2017
From the Text:
Percival Graves knew he would have to pick up the pieces that Gellert Grindelwald had left of his life. He didn’t expect Credence Barebone to be one of those pieces.
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06 Mar 2017