#grindelbone

By: HerrGrindelwald, x57(thepiperofhameln) Pairings: Credence Barebone/Gellert Grindelwald, Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald, Credence Barebone/Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald Warnings: underage/shota/extreme underage, war, muggle prison camps, violence, minor character death, non-con, dub-con  Summary:

"Commander Grindelwald... is the master of all muggles, little one." The guard came to a halt directly behind the boy, dropping two firm, gloved hands on his shoulders and squeezing in a threatening mockery of a massage. "He's the reason you've been liberated from your lives of ignorance and brought into your proper place in the world order."

Credence Barebones' life changed abruptly when Gellert Grindelwald's army swept through and conquered his little town. With Ma dead and the Second Salem church burned to cinders, Credence is rounded up with the other muggle children and marched toward an uncertain fate.

Credence by @lestatuti

Guys, I didn’t mean to write something this dark and angsty, but hooooooly shit. I started listening to classical piano music and the entire story changed....like, angsty Credence playing the piano?

😭

An excerpt from Then, Now, with additional song rec.

Drop—Ludivico Einaudi

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Once more, memory haunts him.

I won’t let her hurt you

Gentle hands healing his bleeding palms.

I’ll protect you

The scent of tobacco and bergamot flooding his nose as firm arms hold him.

My boy, my dear Credence

A hand, caressing his cheek, the touch gentle and almost loving.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying as he plays, mourning the man he thought cared for him, the loss of his sister, the utter loneliness quaking within him like aftershocks of a great heaving of the earth.

The music fades into the dark stone walls, the castle caring not for his grief or his music, simply eating it up and giving nothing back but cold, uncaring silence.

“My boy.”

Firm hands cover his shoulders and he doesn’t pull away when they guide him up and into an unyielding embrace. A mouth falls upon his cheeks, kissing at the tear tracks, tracing over his skin until lips meet his and he clings to the other man, desperate for something to make him feel, to feel anything but this echoing loneliness and sorrow inside him.

He doesn’t protest when he’s taken to a room he’s not seen before; Mr. Grindelwald’s bedchambers.

Anywhere...anywhere but those memories

He doesn’t protest when the man lays him down on the bed and presses kisses to his lips and throat.

Anything...anything but this sorrow

He doesn’t protest when hands larger than his pluck the clothing from his body.

Anyone...anyone but that man, the one who lied and broke his heart

He doesn’t protest.

Cause I'm writing a new one and I need more like minded people.

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"He would watch the boy, sometimes, shrouded in darkness, unseen, he would watch his struggle, the deep bleeding edge of his soul, filled with doubt and fear and hope. He reminded him of himself, of Albus, of those forbidden desires and raw, unbridled power, a thirst he felt could never be satiated.

Such a pull, a reckless and sinful desire, that he had felt from the very first moment and had fought hard to negate and push away.

Until now"

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" “My boy”

Two short words, said in one short breath, seeping into him, like balm over dry and cracked skin. Soothing and welcome and restoring, reaching deep into all his hidden crevices, fixing him from the inside out, mending corners of his soul he never knew were torn.

He hated it. "

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Snapshots of Credence's time at Nurmengard Castle with Grindelwald.