“Who are you and why are you following me?” The man hisses in Credence’s face. He is looming so close, all heat and vitriol – just like the other Mr. Graves. A full body shiver takes Credence, the tremble unwilling to leave him afterward, settling deep underneath his skin.
“No one, I’m no one.”
It’s the wrong thing to say.
Mr. Grave shifts. Credence can’t see it, but he gets the distinct impression there is something being held at his throat – a wand, likely. Give it to Mr. Graves to stand his ground. Credence should have been more careful, should have factored in that Mr. Graves is deadly and feels cornered, even though Credence is the one up against the wall.
Two years ago, Credence would have nearly died of fright.
Two years ago, Credence would have ripped the city apart at the seams.
So the awesome Brawls wrote this gorgeous Gradence fic, packed with FEELS and pining that I die for, and graciously let me read the story while they have been working on it
so I have been drooling nonstop for the past few days. I simply love this moment where Graves catches Credence following him, so I had to draw something.