I still haven't been able to see the second Kingsman, but I loved the first one so much ;~; I'm glad you're back into appreciating Credence land, because it's died out a lot (it'll probably come back soon, I know, but still) and I can't wait to see more of your lovely blog on my dash! (It's the doll anon, btw :))

You're alive!!! {It's the doll anon, and I did post a few chapter of the non-doll (but still drugged) Credence while you were away! It's on AO3, called Missing Marionette.} Welcome back! We missed you!

(Doll anon) You're alive!!! I'm so glad to see you on my dash again! 😍

Why hello! I was hoping you could help me with a fanfiction I'm working on. I want to do a Crimson Peak AU with characters from fantastic beasts, and I have most of them in position, but I cannot decide on Graves and Credence. You see, I would like to cast Grindelwald as Lucille Sharpe, Newt as Alan McMichael, but I cannot decide if Credence should be Edith, Graves as Thomas, or Credence as Thomas and Graves as Edith. I'm more inclined to the first, but I would be very interested in your take!

Post-kitten incident, Credence can barely speak from distress. He insists that he found the kitten that way, he was trying to help it, and though Graves believes him, he can't understand how his doll managed to take enough control of himself to actually leave the home. How he stayed safe. He looks down at the doll's head in his lap, lolling druggedly, still shuddering, and wonders just how much he's meddled with the doll's thoughts, or what he would do if anyone ever stole his doll away.

Graves comes home one day to find his dolly gone, quite without a trace, and panics. He tears the building apart before finding him in an alley up the street, a tiny, filthy kitten in his arms. Credence is fine, minus the blood smeared everywhere and the tracks of eyeliner on his face, but the cat won't survive. Graves takes one look at it and kills it, the kindest thing he can do. But Credence is inconsolable. When Graves tries to bathe the blood from his doll, he flinches away from his hands.

hc - at first credence won't have sex if there's any light illuminating the room and he won't let graves touch him out of shame

Graves wants to try weaning Credence off the drugs, thinking that maybe if he goes slow enough, it'll flawlessly transition from a drugged-out doll to a free-minded doll who wholly wants everything Graves is doing, who is capable of actually thinking about the situation but still wanting it. When he tries, it doesn't work. Of course it doesn't. Credence can't stand the screaming of the monster inside him now he knows what it's like to have it gone, and he doesn't care that part of him goes too.

Graves brings his doll to a formal MACUSA event. He knows he shouldn't, it could blow his cover, but he just loves showing off, and he loves people knowing the doll is his. Credence's hair is so long by then that with Graves' carefully applied makeup and priceless dresses (with matching panties and stockings), his doll could be a girl-or a real doll. Graves spends all day primping him, drugs him heavily, and swings him around the event, Credence dancing like water 'cause he's so fluidly drugged.

Dolly Credence used to like baking and cooking before he was Graves' doll, and in a fit of lucidity, he decides to give it one more shot. Graves comes home to find his doll a mess, flour in his hair, batter on his cheek, dishes and cooking utensils everywhere but he's smiling proudly like he hasn't in months, holding a tray of cookies. Graves who is so Shook™ that he can only think to clean his dolly up, slowly becoming afraid to leave him alone, lest the doll decide to hurt himself or worse.