#thesidence

Nope, I’m still not tired of these awesome Fantastic Beasts stories by @fractalspaces and my muse just comes up with new stuff (or repurposed stuff) all the time! ...tbh, I do wish it came up with stuff to write for my own fanfics once in a while but ...Blues Are to Sing and Swallow and Lines of Copper, Lines of Black are just so goddamn good and inspiring and Lynx is such a sweetheart, how could I mind?!

I finally did it! I made a poster for @fractalspaces‘ AMAZING Credence/Theseus fanfic Lines of Copper, Lines of Black* that I’m 100% happy with!!! ^^

It’s AMAZING, it’s EPIC, it’s WELL RESEARCHED, it’s BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN so please go read and comment!

I made another fanart for @fractalspaces‘ amazing Thesidence story “Lines of Copper, Lines of Black” (find it here: archiveofourown.org/works/15642546/) because I can’t stop thinking about it (and am eagerly awaiting the next chapter!).

Theseus Scamander knows Credence Barebone had mattered far too much to Percival, and if saving this boy he's never met can be the thing that will keep him sane... Theseus isn't going to let him slip through the cracks again.

Enjoy.

Credence adjusts the blanket around Theseus’ shoulders gently, and he didn’t need to, really, the blanket being fine as it was; but it’s more about the gesture and the reassurance, the unspoken I’m here spelt between the lines. He doesn’t even mention the redness around his eyes, and for that, the Brit is grateful— Credence is like that, able to see past the wound in order to focus on the stitches there are to tighten.

“What happened?”

Everything, Theseus wants to reply. Everything happened, a vicious circle of anxiety making him clench his jaw harder than he has intended to. I’m not fit for this, baby.

Exhale | | Thesivaldence, created with @maggieandthedragon for our darling @fractalspaces

Something about the way his Auror had slumped against the wall, blood leaking from his mouth had reminded him of Sam Crispin hung on concertina wire, bleeding and twitching in no man’s land as the gray sky clotted in his blood and flowers burnt all around.

[Or: Theseus doesn't carry all of his scars on his skin. But at least he's not carrying them alone.]

There were many mortifying experiences in Theseus Scamander’s life, but this one had to be somewhere in the top twenty. He wondered if he wished hard enough, if the mattress would open up and swallow him. He was a wizard, after all.

“You need a bigger bed,” Graves told him with a dignity that belied the fact that he was half-hard, sitting on the floor with his trousers around his hips, having just fallen out of his lover’s bed.

Credence was desperately trying to restrain his laughter on Theseus’ other side, short choked giggles nearly muffled in the pillows.

“Yes, I need a bigger bed, Perce,” he got out. “I didn’t really ever expect to be hosting an orgy in my bedroom, to be honest.”

He hadn’t ever expected it, honestly. Leaving aside the Roman decadence, the carnal overtones of the word, the idea that he could have both of these men in his Kensington flat, that his bed could have ever had three fully-grown adult men in it was a miracle, a novelty. A gift.  What did one call it anyway? A menage a trois, swapping out eroticism for continental snobbery? A triple for the sheer mathematical analogy?

Credence and Perce and mine and home.

That was name enough. Just the one corner of Graves’ mouth lifted, hidden warmth and dry wit. “December 21st, 1941,” he said. “Let it be hereby recorded that one Theseus Taliesin Felix Scamander has admitted to a lack of sexual imagination.”

“Oh sod off.” Theseus threw a pillow at him. “Are you coming back up here or not?”

Graves caught the pillow deftly, tossed it onto the floor with a flick of his wrist and a pulse of wandless magic. It thinned and expanded into a small mattress of its own, the Transfiguration making it plush and inviting.

(A gift fic for @maggieandthedragon​ and @angryzilla​)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Original Percival Graves/Theseus Scamander, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves/Theseus Scamander, Credence Barebone/Theseus Scamander Characters: Credence Barebone, Theseus Scamander, Original Percival Graves Additional Tags: Established relationship for thesival, Not actually unrequited love for gradence, Pre-slash for thedence, Post-Canon, First Meetings, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: 

It’s almost funny how Credence can still feel things after what happened. He can make out bewilderment at realizing Mr. Graves’ preferences, ugly jealousy churning out heartburn. Relief, too. He can’t stay - he knows MACUSA won’t hesitate to take a better attempt at killing him if he doesn’t get there first, and he doesn’t want to cause more disturbances. But he’s glad Mr. Graves won’t be left alone.

“Will you take care of him?”, he asks instead.

“It’s the reason I came”, replies Theseus Scamander, but his attention is now on Credence. Taking him in, it seems, from head to toe.

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But the stars weren’t wrong, the time felt right | | belated holiday gift for @maggieandthedragon & @fractalspaces | | rated E

Feeling lulled by Percival’s thumb slipping back and forth across his temple, Credence breathes in deeply, curling his arms around Theseus, snuggles into his warmth. “Hanukkah is the festival of lights and we celebrate it to commemorate the rededication of the Holy Temple in Jerusalem.”