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Graves x Reader | Tired. (drabble)
My works are always intended for 18+ audiences.
879 words — Post interactions are always welcome! No reposting without permission, though. 🖤
Inspired by this art* by @munyon, who's my favorite Graves artist. They had this follow-up post to their art, and having read it I rushed to check out the art itself**, having this idea as a result. Thank you for your inspirational vision! Your Graves gets me through the toughest days.💜 (If you need me to remove the tag, just say so!)
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‼️ CW: mentions of torture and cremation; reader's death (you have been warned!)
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“What if I’m already tired?”
Phillip’s voice felt like an echo, as if he was in two places at once and you got the version of him who wasn’t too keen on being here.
“Commander?”
You realized that you sounded surprised when it was too late. Luckily, the man wasn’t in the mood to overanalyze your speaking.
“Yes, soldier?”
That was a soft “yes” followed by a firm “soldier;” like he was snapping out of a trance but it took him a moment to adjust. He slowly rose from his knees but didn’t turn to face you.
The sight of blood on his skin and all over his clothes made your heart ache, but you suppressed your instinct to demonstrate that. You quietly sighed and ran your hands through your hair.
A moment passed before Graves spoke,
“You wanted something?”
Phil caught you off-guard, and you allowed yourself a cheeky smile. But you quickly shoved the thought of how much you wanted him into a dark closet in the back of your mind and locked the door. You’ll revisit this thought later before you fall asleep alone in the cold of the night, barely protected from the elements. Your commander is always in your head as you slip into a dream. Frankly, he’s always there whenever your back rests on the bed and your body hungers for a touch. But that’s a story for another time.
Your cheeks flush, and you clear your throat before giving him an answer.
“Just wanted to check in. You’ve spent nearly an hour here,” words left your mouth faster than you could think. “Sir,” you added nervously.
At this, Phillip turned to you with a smile. He was faking it so well that you almost bought it.
“Simply enjoying the weather,” the man lied to your face.
You didn’t see a point in arguing, so you nodded,
“Got it, sir. Then I’ll go?”
That last phrase was meant to be a statement, but it came off as a question.
“You could join me.”
This was almost an order, albeit a gentle one. You didn’t mind because you’d take any excuse to spend more time around your commander. Something about his energy. You wondered whether he had that effect on everyone, or just you. Next to this man, you felt like you belonged.
“Of course,” you gave out so eagerly that it seemed like you faked the enthusiasm. Phil noticed—he raised a brow but refrained from commenting.
Together, you walked up to the edge of the cliff; wind played with your hair. Neither of you strived to spark a conversation. You rested your gazes on the ocean and breathed—stepping out onto an island of peace in your insane, morally questionable lives.
When you felt the man’s shoulder touch yours (it was brief but felt meaningfully lasting to you), all you could think to do was turn your attention to the man. His eyes were closed; his soft hair danced with the wind. You haven’t seen Phillip so relaxed before. Him trusting you like that felt special. The man who always had a knife on him and a pistol at hand even in his sleep just stood there with his guard down and seemed to let go of everything.
“You’re staring,” he murmured lazily. There was no judgment in his speech.
“I am,” this was all you could think up in response. Then you stepped away from the man and pretended to be fascinated by the world in front of you more than you were charmed with your commander’s presence. Your heart banged in your chest as if Phil’s body was a magnet, and it was a piece of metal fighting its way out of being dragged out of your body and getting stuck to his.
This may have been the most intimate moment you’ve shared so far.
After that occasion, over time, you both realized you could fall asleep on a mission while the other kept watch, and the sleep wouldn’t be troubled anymore.
With time, you became an unstoppable duo.
One day, as Phil was dozing off under a huge oak in a forest on a secret mission, you were scouting the area to keep both of you safe.
You were captured, then tortured, but you insisted that you came alone.
8 hours later, your commander and a small team of shadows found your cold, mauled body on a blood-soaked wooden floor.
After they took you out of there, he set the building on fire and watched the flames, unmoving and heartbroken.
Phillip brought your body home and gave a speech at your funeral. He visits your family sometimes.
He scattered your ashes in the spot where you first trusted each other and none of you let down this confidence.
He comes back to the cliff and talks to you whenever he can. He isn’t sure if he’s insane, but he sees you there. And you talk back.
One day, you tell him,
“You can keep coming back until you’re tired. Then, leave all this behind and never come back. Have a normal life.”
He replies,
“What if I’m already tired?”
You lie because you don’t want to be the cinder block that drowns him,
“I’m ready to let go whenever you are.”
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Thank you for reading. 🎬
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