hi!! ive just read your stripper au and fell head over heels, but now im hearing rumblings of southern gothic credence and i can feel my poor heart speeding up... please tell me more?? 😍
Hi!! Thank you for enjoying the stripper au!
The Southern Gothic idea was from a prompt I got from @acebeatriz, who is most excellent. It’s going to go beyond my 3,000 word Tumblr fic limit, so it’ll probably be a REAL fanfic that gets to go on AO3 and everything haha
I just really enjoy the cadence and themes of Southern Gothic literature and it fits really well with Fantastic Beasts’ ideas of good and evil and prejudice and secrets and horrors and deviancy.
ANYWAY! I happened to work a bunch on it today, so here is a ~preview~
(Content warnings for racism, allusions to slavery, child abuse, religion, etc. The expected fare of combining The South with Fantabi. Also lmao I didn’t edit this.)
The moon had moved halfway across the sky before Credence realized how far he’d walked, wishing for the devil to take him.
He looked around and guessed that he was probably close to the old Picquery place. He thought he saw the silhouette of the main house up ahead through the woods. At night, it was hard to see the state it was in, but years ago a lady came down all the way from New York and bought the old Picquery plantation from the bank.
It got everyone all excited until the lady came into town on a train from Savannah and for all her light hair and fine clothes and money, she was still colored.
“Sometimes the Lord works through the hands of men,” Ma had told him after Langdon Shaw went to jail for setting the place on fire.