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[THE CHILD!!! need to protect] "Hello? are you alright? Oh deary you look like you're cold, come on, take my coat, there you go."

“Why -- who... who are you?” He steps back in caution, dark eyes widening.

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As Credence ate his meal, he allowed himself the luxury to eat slowly, rather than so quickly it was as if he were hiding the fact he needed it at all, such as it would be around Mary.

The soup was warm; small aspects such as this brought so much awe into his heart that Mr. Graves was so very good to him. He could almost cry.

“Mr. Graves? Are you going to be the Mac... the...” what was it called again? “the Medusa... Maloosa... Ma... cusa... president? You... should be.”

Yes, he liked Mr. Graves. A lot. He was nice. He was good.

And he was a witch.

Maybe I can be a good witch too.

Sometimes it felt good to be feared... but he didn’t want to be like himself -- he wanted to be like Mr. Graves!

“Do you think I can be a good witch?”

And a good kitty?

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“Mr. Graves,” he whispered breathlessly, confused and hurt by the look that had come over his love’s face even if for but a moment.

Something he’d done had been wrong. He’d been trying so hard to be what Mr. Graves wanted him to be -- a little more confidence in his powers instead of afraid. But now... 

He rubbed at his tears with his free hand and stood a little straighter, looking away from Percival and trying to somewhat smile.

At home he went to show Graves his shopping bag; he pulled from it his new candles as well as the crystals he’d bought that were meant to help him focus his energy.

"Mr. Graves." Credence speaks softly, and when he lifts his gaze he offers him a bouquet of roses.

Percival had taken the both of them out to dinner for the Valentine’s Day, marking this a most significant occasion - the first time Credence and Percival could put aside all their inner terrors over still possibly judgmental surroundings (despite wizard establishments less likely to do so, being persecuted people themselves), and being together as lovers in public. 

Credence constantly surprised Percival with his incredible bravery, in contrast with the younger man’s still-timid demeanor. Percival couldn’t help but let his lips tilt up, warmth softening his gaze, before he put his hand over Credence’s hand. He couldn’t help a quick, alert glance-around to make sure no one else was going to harass them, before turning that warm smile back to Credence, accepting the bouquet. 

“Sweetheart, you surprise me at every turn.” 

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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“Oh, I don’t know, that sounds like a lot... too much.” No, he couldn’t handle too many creatures. “I want... a dragon.” he decided. “A little dragon.”

"Where are the turtles?"

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

It’s thanks to Newt, of course, that Queenie ended up babysitting a box of baby fire crabs; strange creatures best described as spiky, jewelled tortoises.❝Ain’t they pretty?❞

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“Ciasteczka...” he said as he admired some cookies. “Lubię czytać... po polsku...”

Mary Lou had taught him to be ashamed of his strange ability to know things he ought not know, but Mr. Graves was encouraging him there was nothing wrong with it. Yes, it was odd he picked up Polish easily during his library trips while he struggled to read well in English, but it was not a reason to hate himself.

“Maybe my grandma was a witch.” he mused. It was heartbreaking he’d never really know, would he?

The door opens and grey fog spills over the flooring, rolling forward until it gathers over your feet. Lights flicker and the windows are obscured with darkness. "Muffin, please," Credence says gently.

“Alright,” he blinked, a bit bewildered at the creepy fog. It was unnerving, but he wasn’t concerned. Instead he smiled brightly and nodded, “What sort Would you like?”

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“Okay!” He very carefully started to pick them up and set them down outside their box. He didn’t understand why they were in a box. He wouldn’t want to be in a box. He watched in fascination as they wandered about on the carpet.

"Where are the turtles?"

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

It’s thanks to Newt, of course, that Queenie ended up babysitting a box of baby fire crabs; strange creatures best described as spiky, jewelled tortoises.❝Ain’t they pretty?❞

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Credence lifted his face to glare at him a moment before he left, taking what remained of Graves’ cup of coffee with him and slamming the door with a shadowy tentacle.

Two days later, a wizard stepped into your office to report flatly, with the most Done expression, “Obscurial activity has been sighted in New Orleans.”

“ you don’t want me. “

random sentence starters

“Credence my boy…what makes you say that?” Percival asked

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“O-oh... thank you...” He took his muffin and went to sit and eat it while Jacob got all the donuts together. He ate slowly -- a luxury he’d only recently become accustomed to, rather than eating as quickly as possible to conceal that he had eaten at all.

“I like muffins.”

He did. They were soft and warm and made him smile gently. After he threw away his napkin, he went to look at more of Jacob’s creations, and in an exertion of wandless and silent magic, he was shifting them around to fill in gaps and straighten up the pastries.

The door opens and grey fog spills over the flooring, rolling forward until it gathers over your feet. Lights flicker and the windows are obscured with darkness. "Muffin, please," Credence says gently.

“Alright,” he blinked, a bit bewildered at the creepy fog. It was unnerving, but he wasn’t concerned. Instead he smiled brightly and nodded, “What sort Would you like?”

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“You’re always at work,” he whispered, looking at the floor as dark tears line his eyes. “You don’t want me.”

“ you don’t want me. “

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“Credence my boy…what makes you say that?” Percival asked

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“Mr. Graves said when it warms up we can go to the zoo.” Credence remarked quietly as he moved closer to kneel beside the box. “Hello crabs... What do fire crabs like?” he wondered, reaching to pat the one he thought looked a little more docile.

"Where are the turtles?"

❝The fire crabs? They’re right here, honey!❞

It’s thanks to Newt, of course, that Queenie ended up babysitting a box of baby fire crabs; strange creatures best described as spiky, jewelled tortoises.❝Ain’t they pretty?❞

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He clasped his hands together, anxiously picking at skin around his nails. He averted his gaze, shaking his head. He didn’t know. HE DIDN’T KNOW. All he could do was repeat himself, quicker, “Hewantsadozendonuts,halfchocolateandhalfglazed.”

He shivered, running his hands over his face as his eyes whited out ominously. His voice heightened in pitch, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He touched a hand to the glass. “I want... the chocolate muffin... please.” he whispered.

The door opens and grey fog spills over the flooring, rolling forward until it gathers over your feet. Lights flicker and the windows are obscured with darkness. "Muffin, please," Credence says gently.

“Alright,” he blinked, a bit bewildered at the creepy fog. It was unnerving, but he wasn’t concerned. Instead he smiled brightly and nodded, “What sort Would you like?”

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Credence in Crimes of Grindelwald

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He approached the display case, looking over pastries and pointing out several different muffins he was curious about. “What is.. this one? And... that one? What is the red one? Is the other one chocolate? Mr. Graves sent me with money. He wants a dozen donuts, half chocolate and half glazed, for his office.” he said. 

The door opens and grey fog spills over the flooring, rolling forward until it gathers over your feet. Lights flicker and the windows are obscured with darkness. "Muffin, please," Credence says gently.

“Alright,” he blinked, a bit bewildered at the creepy fog. It was unnerving, but he wasn’t concerned. Instead he smiled brightly and nodded, “What sort Would you like?”

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He couldn’t help but to feel strangely frightened as he watched the bread. It wasn’t that he was afraid of Mr. Graves... but that he was indeed not expecting magic to be used for such a mundane task. Would it taste the same? When the surprise subsided, he stepped closer, looking over the rolls for a moment before heading to his seat.

In a flickering moment of confidence, he focused upon opening cabinets without a word or touch. It was, he imagined, a ridiculously simple task. How was he to know it wasn’t common to use magic without a wand or incantation?

Still, even if it was basic, he wanted to be of some use to Mr. Graves. He almost broke a plate, but he regained control of a slip in time to keep it from shattering. 

Once he had managed to bring a roll onto the plate, he was too tired to keep up the display of power. He had to walk over there to retrieve it.

“Thank you, Mr. Graves.” he said softly. “You’re... you’re very kind.”

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Social cues were largely lost on Credence, so it made no difference to him if his face did not match the heart of his words. He could feel what he couldn’t see.

He often felt guilty for demanding Percival’s attention --  yet it hardly stopped him from pursuing such. They’d had a wonderful evening together, and he knew he should be grateful for any amount of time spent with him. He wished the loneliness wasn’t so quick to sink into his heart when Percival wasn’t close to him. The shadows were never far.

“I want to go home.” he decided. This was certainly something he would never expect to hear from himself a few years ago.

As rain descended over them lightly, his thoughts turned to Percival’s elegant bathroom. How delightful warm water would be on his skin -- a luxury Credence was certain Mr. Graves took for granted. 

“I bought new candles yesterday.” he told him, and he couldn’t help but to press the image into Mr. Graves’ mind of the two of them in the marble bath, surrounded by soft flames.

"Mr. Graves." Credence speaks softly, and when he lifts his gaze he offers him a bouquet of roses.

Percival had taken the both of them out to dinner for the Valentine’s Day, marking this a most significant occasion - the first time Credence and Percival could put aside all their inner terrors over still possibly judgmental surroundings (despite wizard establishments less likely to do so, being persecuted people themselves), and being together as lovers in public. 

Credence constantly surprised Percival with his incredible bravery, in contrast with the younger man’s still-timid demeanor. Percival couldn’t help but let his lips tilt up, warmth softening his gaze, before he put his hand over Credence’s hand. He couldn’t help a quick, alert glance-around to make sure no one else was going to harass them, before turning that warm smile back to Credence, accepting the bouquet. 

“Sweetheart, you surprise me at every turn.” 

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Credence stood still for a long while before he lifted his arms to slowly wrap them around Percival in silence.

When he parted from him, he took a seat -- on the floor. In front of a couch. He sat stiffly, hands folded politely as he lowered his gaze from Percival...

He’d never been in someone else’s house. He had not the faintest clue of what to do, but he did know he was exceptionally hungry as well as tired.

His stomach broke the silence, for which Credence apologized. “I’m sorry, Mr. Graves... it has been a few days since I’ve eaten.” he said as if it were entirely normal to go so long without food.