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I think my preferences changed.
Phillip Graves x FEM reader.
You met Phillip on a sugar daddies app. You never thought he would steal your heart, now you need more of him.
Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, not a very long story, mentions of sex but there's no details or deep descriptions of it.
Enjoy it, leave a 🩷 if you like it.
It's a rainy afternoon, you were in the kitchen serving a bowl of hot chicken and vegetables soup when the door of your apartment opened.
- Baby, I'm home!
You sighed and served a second bowl, your boyfriend, the same age as you, he's handsome, tall and smart, any person would envy you. You and him went back together after some months, he was the one who convinced you to try again.
You never told him what you did in those months, but you can't stop thinking about it, the moment when you needed money to pay for emergency surgery for your dog and the man who quickly attended your call.
Phillip Graves, you will never understand why he was on that app, he's not really old, maybe it is just the fact that he's rich, rich people sometimes just want to spend money without reason.
He has his own company, he's obviously the CEO, rich, handsome with those blue eyes and light brown hair, his athletic body, just to think about it your heartbeat increases and your legs shake.
He was polite and sweet all the time, you were honest about what you were doing there and that's what he liked the most, your honesty and how worried you were about your dog.
He didn't try anything like sex or something at least not on the first date, it was a nice dinner in a fancy restaurant, a walk around the park. He paid you more than what you asked for and insisted you accept it, your problem was solved. A few days later Phillip called you again, he invited you to the theater, he sent a car to pick you up, another delightful night with this charming man, for an instant you thought you could accustomed to this kind of princess treatment.
A couple dates later a kiss full of desire was the end of you, you were at his mercy. This man showed you why some women prefer older men, they really know how to treat a woman in bed, you never expected to be the kind of girl who likes to be treated rough In bed, Graves did it all well, you were begging for more, more of his tongue and fingers, more of him inside you, he devoured you, your pleasure was the most important thing for him, you couldn't went back home that night, your body was exhausted, Phillip was so kind, the aftercare was another surprise, he was the sweetest man, the first thing he did was prepare a bath for you, you were too weak to walk correctly so he carried you to the bathtub, even he asked you if he could join you, offered himself to wash your hair and body, his fingertips on your head, he washed you delicately, you did the same, both stayed there for a while, just laughing and enjoying each other's company. Later that night, he brought you food and watched a movie together until you fell asleep.
Any other guy wouldn't do all that, probably they would send you home alone and never call you back at least to be sure you arrived home safe, but Graves was a true gentleman, he took you home the next day and sent you flowers the same afternoon, texted you a few more times but then he told you he would be out of the country a few months and didn't know when he would come back.
Your days after that have been feeling boring, monotony hits you, your boyfriend went back to your life but you feel like this is not your life, you feel like you lost something and don't know what it is.
Both are sitting at the kitchen's table, the tv is just making some noise, you're observing your plate but not eating, your boyfriend has been talking but you don't know what he is saying.
- Babe...?
- Hmmm...
- What do you think?
- Oh sorry, whatever you decide is fine for me.
You're lost in memories, those blue eyes, your hands on his shoulders, his lips on yours, your legs around his waist, his laugh, his voice, your soft moans and him asking you to do it again, telling you how beautiful you look, the conversation, the dinners, the smell of his perfume, the taste of his mouth, his touch.
- Babe!...
Your boyfriend's voice brings you back to reality, Graves is not here, it's only you and your boyfriend, he's upset, looking at you with annoyance.
-...you've been very weird since we went back, tell me, is there something wrong? I know I was an idiot but come on, I'm trying my best and you don't care.
You don't say anything. You're observing your apartment, it doesn't feel like yours anymore, you look at your boyfriend and he's clearly not the man you want for you, Phillip Graves invaded your life, his name echoes in your mind, his touch makes your body scream and beg for it, you want him, you need him, he's like a powerful drug in your system, you're addicted to him, his absence is making you feel sick as if you were detoxifying.
- Tell me, what's wrong with you?
- I think my preferences has changed.
You stood up and went for your jacket, your now ex boyfriend is still sitting, shocked with your comment.
- I'm sorry for making you think we still could work, I'll go to pick my dog at the vet, you have an hour to leave my apartment, put your keys under the rug.
You left, an hour passed, you were paying the veterinary's bill. When your phone started to ring, you didn't see who it was, you simply thought it would be your ex boyfriend asking for an explanation.
- I want someone else, leave me alone.
- I hope that person it's me. I'm back in town my little princess.
That voice, you opened your eyes like plates, the biggest smile you ever made in your entire life.
- Phillip?
- Good girl, where are you? I want to see you, I can't get you out of my head.
- I'm on my way home, I've been missing you, I need you...
- I'll send you a dress and some presents I got for you, we'll go to dinner tonight love.
That's how it happened, you needed him, he was like oxygen for your lungs, adrenaline to bring you back to life, he drives you insane and you give him the same feeling, you're his little princess, his little girl and he gives you all that you want, even more.
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A Shadow Company Visit (pt.2)
PSA: This can be read as a standalone; yet it is recommended that you read pt.1 before (linked below).
Pairing: Commander Philip Graves x Reader & Shadow Soldiers
Summary: Whats days are like when you are visiting the shadows (and their commander) on base, and the occasional off-base mission.
Warnings: 1000+ words, a bit of overprotective themes, mentions of anxiety and children, hinted behind-the-scenes death and jealousy, light teasing.
A/N: I thought I only had a few extra thoughts tailing on... yet they kept on coming... and here we are! a bit of a different format as well, tell me if you like this format more :)
Masterlist | Taglist | edited.
A Shadow Company Visit Series
(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4)
you are here
↳ After the whole gate incident, all the Shadows are a bit nervous too approach you in fear of their commander telling them off (though later on this will become true if you spend a bit too much time with them...)
↳ You start coming on to base more often and they start to become more used to your presence; seeing you eating with them, helping others to complete their work, calming down their commander, talking to everyone the same from superiors and senators to British visitor and a new recruit (you become more confident navigating the busy base as well)
↳ Philip almost assumes that you will show-up most days now, expecting you in his arms while planning the next mission, on his lap within his office as he files paperwork. You stand just behind him, hands brushing against one another as he orders the Shadows around in the morning during PT, training the new recruits and talks with department heads (they all are thankful of your presence as well)
↳ You end up having a smaller office station within his own that you work out of on your "at-home" days from your separate job, bright yellow sticky-notes cover the surface with small notes and doodles they sometimes find their way outside the office. Atop the desk also sits a mug filled with various pens that often get stolen for a very certain someone sharing the space...
↳ Anyways! You often bring baked treats for them all that are later served in the cafeteria (and carry lollipops and other sweets in your bag for kind and helpful Shadows). Other Shadows brag to one another, like receiving a metal of honour, a golden star sticker by receiving one of your treats
↳ You join them in the obstacle course, yelling words of encouragement as other Shadow groups move through, and patch up their small cuts and bruises on a nearby bench with coloured band-aid of course! (they stick out like a sore-thumb against the black uniforms and Graves nearly digs his head in while seeing how many Shadows wear the dang plasters; he does not have the heart to tell you no though)
↳ Graves does draw the line at you kissing their cheeks, those are reserved for him alone and he lets that be known as you are called into his office one day; the Shadows teasing your fading form from the field as you turn around and give them all the bird while shaking your head; blushing slightly
↳ They all do come and look for you afterwards, just to make sure that you are alright, some even apologizing while looking down at their combat boots, you can't help but accept when they act like a puppy with theirs tails tucked between their legs; wide eyes pleading for forgiveness
↳ The more time you hang out with the Shadows the more they see you like a mother (with Graves as the father, of course).
↳ "Yup, Yup Ma'am/Sir" is always echoed after as they look up at you with bright eyes; holding on to your every word
↳ When Laswell and 141 come back for another joint mission; they are all a bit freaked out over how protective everyone on base has become of you... Shadows glaring at the group as if afraid that they were going to take you away from them.... You wave a hand in their face and laugh, explaining that you all have a connection to one another now, mom and dad more together in business
↳ They nod theirs heads still a bit concerned and confused as they follow you into a new hanger you were designing, a few Shadows watch over you as you give the tour; just to be extra safe
↳ These Shadows soon get told off back to work at there stations os your partner comes over and takes their place by your side, once again he walks with the group with his hand on the small of your back
↳ On the very slim, almost impossible chance that Graves allows you to join him and his Shadows on an off-base mission; the soldiers are always in your moving shadow; guarding your every step, watching your every move. It feels slightly overwhelming at first yet you know that your partner sent them with good intentions- to keep you safe and the Shadows definitely agreed with these protective measures
↳ Most of the time through when they are off on missions, you are kept on home-base, headset dialed in to their radios as you listen to your partner give orders, you find it hard concentrating on anything else
↳ It becomes extra hard to listen to the stories of their travels as you watch their commander move and congratulate them all for a successful mission; smacking the tops of their helmets, rubbing a shoulder, patting a knee while in his full kit; decked out to the nines in all black- your throat becoming dry and your cheeks heat up while looking upon his dishevelled hair as he removes the helmet- giving you a wink in the process
↳ Some Shadows hoot and holler at this noticeable interaction while others groan and complain to be silence by a Graves Glare TM
↳ You had made sure to prepare extra good food and snacks for them all once they return, heaven forbid someone does not... you grieve hard for the next few weeks as both commander and shadows panic at your distressed state
↳ Yet as time moves on, they find various ways of cheering you up, Shadows surprise you with your favorite coffee that their commander mentioned once while on deployment, listen to you rant about your other job and you receive small sticky-notes of kind words and pictures that you don't remember leaving on your desk before
↳ You end up always wearing the Shadow Company patch somewhere on your person, from a cap, to a borrowed jacket or bottoms; feeling a sense of comfort while wearing the patch. You have all these pieces of miss-matched uniforms that Graves loves seeing you in- pride flowing through his chest and upwards to the curves of his smile while looking down at your form
↳ The Shadows love how invested you are in each one of them, now if you do not show up one day... or don't end up showing up for months; they becoming a little extra restless, reckless on missions and during training, alongside start asking way too many questions to their commander about you that Graves eventually snaps
↳ Addressing the crowd he tells them that you both are planning to have a child together...
╰┈➤ A/N: Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, never had so much fun writing something recently than I did this.
A Shadow Company Visit Series
(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4)
you are here
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✧˖°. - WATCHERS
phillip graves ⸝⸝ navigation
୨୧ tags : smut
୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you messed up a mission so you got punished infront of a bunch of shadows!!
All the eyes were on you. After fucking up a mission you were in big trouble. So here was your punishment. Bend over, looking at the shadows, your chest up against the desk while everyone has looked at you for the past two hours. Your pants are pulled down and your cunt stuffed with a small dildo. You whine and shuffle, trying to escape but the rope that ties your hands behind your arms doesn't let you.
"Please" you whine as the setting that barely buzzes can be felt inside of you. You beg for more, you need more, you want more! But sadly he won't give over that easily.
"Shut up, you fucking whore" his voice spitting out as disgusted and purely venomous. His words only make your needs grow. Your hips shuffle slightly to try to get it deeper. "Uhuhuh" his voice sounds out once more and he grabs the toy and pulls it out of you. leaving your walls clenching around nothing, wet sopping out of your cunt while you whine about how you want it. “C-commander!” whimpering through your words and pouting.
All of a sudden you go from no pleasure to a lot. He shoves the dildo into you, deeper than you yourself have ever gotten - discovering places you never located. The buzz was growing inside of you, the buzz was growing loud. It was like a wasp was storming around the room. As you take a peek around at the other shadows you see some of them palming their hard ones through clothing, some with their hands down their pants. you didn't believe this many of your fucking coworkers would've found this hot enough to have raging boners!
Unbelievable.
Soon your eyes roll back into your brain as graves finger easily finds your clit, rubbing the swollen nub. Tapping it harshly when your moans increase.
"should we get everyone to take turns with this stupid pussy hm? Use it up until you're all worn out, maybe then you'll think twice before being a fucking dumbfuck during a mission.”
Mewling at his words when his hands bring down to the dildo and takes it out of you. The whole thing is a blur really, the only thing you can focus on, other than your needy cunt, is his trousers unzipping and then his girthy length being shoved into your pussy. Your gutteral moan echos around the room, singing into all the other shadows' ears as their boners enlarge. His movements are deep but slow, punishing but fair. Each pull out and thrust in causes your stomach to twist into separate parts. You could feel your orgasm reaching. It's reaching as his cock bangs into you faster. "G-graves fuck!” you groan as the high almost reaches.
“what? noo!" whines and mewls fall as his cock disconnects from you.
"I think you've forgotten the rules doll. Only good girls can come, now let the rest play with you. They've been waiting for so long.”
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Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.
Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.
Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.
Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.
Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.
Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.
Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?
Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?
König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.
Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"
Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"
Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―
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Great Minds Think Alike
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synopsis: Alastor is jealous of his own shadow.
a/n: The reader is portrayed as being pretty smart and into science and stuff. I like the idea of Alastor being fond a character who’s pretty intelligent, he finds them fascinating and likes seeing how they tick. Also this might be a little rushed I apologize in advanced!
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Alastors shadow is a traitor and a fake.
That’s what the man himself believes anyway, whilst he watches HIS shadow flutter around you, a wide smile trying far too hard to appear innocent on its face, as it helps you reach an especially high set stack of papers.
“Oh! Thank you so much…” Your sweet, melodic voice trailed off into an unsure note, not quite aware of how you should address the shadow that’s…ears(?) Twitched and wiggled, eyes(??) squinting back at you as it danced across the walls.
The radio demon wasn’t the least bit sure what had caused his shadows sudden bout of rebel, or why it had seem to take a special interest in you of all people.
Not that there was anything wrong or displeasing about you. Actually it was quite the contrary. Alastor found your company to be far more pleasant than most of the hotels staff and inhabitants.
You were awfully kind for a sinner. And not quite in the same realm of naivety that was the princess’s kindness.
You were smart. Clearly. Always aware of what went on around you and the neighboring spaces. Hardly had you been known to be caught off guard by the entrance of another, nor had you ever bumped into any of the sinners contrary to how the group seemed to enjoy clumping around each other in the foyer during special…”redemption” activities.
You were even so aware as to avoid any touch with the inhabitants of the hotel, including Alastor himself.
And while he wasn’t a very large fan of touch himself, even finding that he could appreciate your aversion to it, the demon couldn’t help feeling a little displeased by the lack of power it left him with when you evaded his touches so expertly.
Always stepping just slightly to the side when his hand attempted to connect with your shoulder. Head craning back, just quickly enough to appear natural when he made and effort pinch your cheeks condescendingly.
Frankly..it was frustrating.
And despite all that, despite all your evasions of the radio demon….here you were, practically-!-canoodling with his own shadow!!
“Oh..! You’re so sweet..” Red ears flopped and twitched, while his eyes narrowed. Alastor could not believe he was being made to watch this…disgusting display of treason.
You giggled softly, hand brushing along an invisible form, as the shadow curled around your own. You watched with a smile as your shadowed hand fell into the hair of the deers, only to gasp when met with the soft sensation of hair beneath your finger tips.
“Oh my…so you’re tangible..?” The shadow nodded vigorously, bumping its head into your palm before grabbing your wrist and laying a gentle kiss to your hand. With that smug fucking grin.
A static screech echoed in the parlour, turning the heads of the incoming dwellers, prompting them to gap at the twitching and seething demon.
And oh, was he seething.
You were far too curious for your own good frankly. So eager to dissect and experiment in what ever had caught your eye. Magic, contracts, demons, anything you could possibly find you wanted to study.
And Alastor was known to be one of the more enthusiastic individuals who indulged in your fascination. Encouraged it even.
Angel had often joked about the way he seemed to preen and puff up in pride whenever he dropped a newly disembodied sinners corpse at your feet, seemingly delighted in your ecstatic gasp of approval.
Which was…another thing. Redemption. Did you want to be redeemed? You’d hardly spoke of it. Sure, you participated in the trust exercised that the princess set up, but nearly everyone had to regardless. Perhaps you were too fascinated with the underworld to truly even think about the idea of redemption.
Alastor himself knew he wouldn’t, nor could he ever be redeemed. And frankly, the idea of you being thrown up to those pearly gates made his insides squirm in the most horrible way.
But that’s not something he wanted to ponder on right now. Not as he practically teleported to your side, shooting his shadow a sneer that it had the nerve to return, as he bent slightly over your shoulder. “My dear! What is it that has currently caught your eye this fine evening?”
When your eyes snapped to his own, he could practically feel the static buzz around him pleasantly, a smug shine in his eyes having successfully stolen your attention from that accursed shadow.
“Alastor! I was just…uh..chatting I suppose with your shadow! He’s been very helpful today. Did you send him?”
No-“Why yes! I did my dear. I figured it wouldn’t help to lend you a helping hand this night, after all you’ve been such a joy around the hotel since your arrival!”
The shadow swished and darted around, vigorously shaking its heads and hands in a way to catch your attention, but a small tap of alastors can to the floor sent it dissipating back to his feet with a displeased hiss.
“I simply could not stop myself from assisting the lovely little sinner that had come into the arms of our sweet little hotel.”
His smile twitched and stretched at the sight of your shiny flattered gaze, that darted across his face with the same awe you exuded when coming upon a new bit of information you had to uncover. A new mystery.
Perhaps Angel had a point. Prior to before…he could feel the way his back straightened..the way his ears stood tall and proud, and the tail of his coat shifted just slightly. The Radio Demon could not deny the pride that fluttered into his dead heart and seeped into his flesh.
Even as he hummed about a new species of sinner he had stumbled upon. Even as he watched with somewhat softer eyes as you gasped and leaned just the slightest bit into his space, eyes alight with interest. Even as his dark shadow like tentacles darted beneath his feet and out the door, in search of a new test subject to grab- just for you.
Even as his hand touched the dip between your shoulders blades, when he led you towards his room for a refreshing lunch before your next scientific session.
Alastor could not deny,
He and his shadow were one and the same.

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(what if?) all i need is you
azriel x fem!reader
summary Your first fae cycle is awful. Azriel just wants to help.
word count 3.9K
warnings Hurt/comfort, mild angst (mostly fluff), brief mentions of parents passing away and canon-typical violence, loverboy Az <3
notes I am aware that there are already a million period fics but I’m on my period so here is my (very self-indulgent) contribution <3
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You hadn't expected your first cycle as High Fae to feel so different.
The fatigue, the cramping in your stomach, and the migraines had all been mild at first - isolated enough that you hadn't expected your biannual cycle to be the cause, least of all so soon after being turned fae.
Azriel had noted the signs too. His presence, though not constant, had been a comforting sort of consistent, ever since you'd met in the human lands.
It had been an unnervingly quiet afternoon at Beddor Apothecary. Though, you supposed it was a relief that no villagers had knocked on the doors today with unnerving cuts and bruises.
The shop had been left to you in their will after the Beddors had passed. Not your family by blood, but in a way that perhaps mattered more. Their death had killed a part of your soul, one more difficult to patch than. A well-loved family, healing patients in the village for generations. Killed in a seemingly random fire. It hadn't made sense.
Their daughter, Clare, had been younger than you, far too young to leave so soon. Even as a child, she’d always hung around the shop while you worked, offering tools and cheeky smiles, eyes twinkling with mischief that had remained even as she grew into adulthood.
You’d heard that the fire took mere minutes to consume the house. But you knew that no human flame burned so rapidly.
Lost in thought, you’d jumped at the knock on the door. Patients rarely knocked, knowing the door to be unlocked. Instantly on alert, you’d grabbed the pointed steel spatula near your fingertips, before walking to the door and yanking it open.
Azriel had heard your hammering heart as you walked the short distance to your door, immediately feeling guilty as you eyed him warily. He stood preternaturally still as you quickly scanned over his frame, the distrust in your eyes slowly dissipating as you registered his wings, the siphons on his hands, before you'd craned your neck up to meet his gaze.
The tension had left your shoulders, then.
Feyre had written a few weeks ago, her most recent letter explaining the chronic pain suffered by her friend Azriel, who she’d previously described as “classically handsome” and something about “wingspan” that had flown over your head. Feyre had asked if you’d make a healing salve for him, like you made for her father. You’d readily agreed, looking forward to meeting a new patient, keeping busy to keep your wind from wandering to less-than pleasant thoughts.
This must be him, you’d thought.
In front of you, the large male smiled softly, his voice gentle as he said, “Hello. I’m Azriel, Feyre’s friend.”
He'd left later that evening, holding a generously filled tin that you'd refused payment for. And every two weeks, he returned for a new tin of salve.
Every two weeks, Azriel sat on a wooden stool beside your bench, transfixed as he watched your brilliant mind make the smallest modifications to the formula after asking for feedback.
“May I try something, Azriel?” you'd asked gently, a few visits in. Your hand had hovered above his own as you looked up at him, eyes patient, soft. “The application of the salve makes a difference too. I think that you should be more gentle with yourself,” you’d said, words deliberate.
Their double meaning hadn’t been lost on Azriel. For a moment, he’d considered, before nodding. Azriel’s eyes had snapped shut as he slowly swallowed, throat bobbing. But then, his gaze met yours again, face more open, trusting, as he flipped his hand and lightly pressed his palm on the table. “Please, go ahead.”
He’d watched as you gently pressed the cream into his scars, movements professional but tender, somehow. You’d taken your time, working systematically over the expanse of his hands, explaining your motions as you went, explaining the research with an endearing passion that had Azriel’s lips curving into a small smile, mind nearly forgetting that someone was touching his hands.
Once you'd finished, you’d scanned his face, almost nervous, only to find some emotion swimming in his eyes you hadn't been able to name.
And you’d let the words pour from your heart before you could second-guess them.
“You are brave, Azriel. And there is no shame in feeling pain, in being gentle with yourself.”
He’d stayed longer than usual that night, pressing soft lips to your forehead softly at the threshold. He’d promised to be back in two weeks.
The next time you saw him had been on the battlefield, and everything had changed.
“Here, let me.” A warm palm covered your left hand, wrapping around the knife that you gripped loosely, foggy mind not understanding why the fillet wasn't splitting into pieces.
You nodded distractedly, still glaring at the offending piece of steak on your plate. Your right hand reluctantly slipped out from under Azriel’s, the soothing heat of his palm feeling.With precise, even strokes, Azriel quickly had your meal in bite-sized pieces. You snorted quietly, watching him work. The throbbing at your temple wasn’t so awful that you didn’t register the irony of the Spymaster of the Night Court using his knife skills, honed through centuries of training and battle, to slice meat for his temporarily incapacitated friend.
Lips quirking up, he pushed the plate back toward you, eyes shining with poorly disguised concern.
Azriel knew you were so used to looking out for others that you sometimes struggled to do the same for yourself. Independent, perhaps to a fault.
But the knowledge didn't quell the urge to feed you himself, to look after you the way you deserved. Even if Azriel wasn't sure he deserved the honour of doing so.
“Thanks, Az,”you mumbled, slowly lifting your fork to your mouth.
“Of course,” he replied, voice soft in the way it always seemed to be when he spoke to you.
You tilted your head, eyeing him curiously as you chewed slowly.
Eyes already on you, Azriel scanned your features worriedly.
“I'm okay, Az. I promise. Just not hungry.” You finally swallowed, fork quietly clattering back onto the plate.
“A few more bites, and then you can stop. Please - you need the iron."
You didn't understand why.
“I can't, it-” you stopped suddenly, pushing your chair back, “excuse me.”
Azriel watched you hurry to his bedroom, to the ensuite inside. He hesitated only a moment before he followed after you. If you asked him to, truly wanted him to, he would leave, even if it would kill him.
He found you, forehead leaning against the ceramic basin as you took exhausted, heaving breaths. His shadows swarmed forward, lifting your hair off your overheated neck. A moment later he crouched down, hand moving down your back in broad, sweeping strokes.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, you concentrated on the feeling of his calloused hands against the thin fabric of your shirt. Familiar. Safe.
“I don't understand why I can't eat. I love your steak,” you mumbled defeatedly, voice breaking in frustration.
“I know, Y/n,” he soothed, “you’re not well, sweetheart.” Azriel's voice was gentle, patient as he explained.
“Hmm. I don't feel well.”
“It's your cycle, angel. You've been more tired this week, not just from the training. The migraines, and now the nausea.” Azriel paused, voice somehow even softer, “it’s all normal. Awful but normal."
A black shadowy tendril darted forward, brushing your neck, providing cooling relief to the hot skin.
You exhaled. “Okay. Thank you, Az.” Turning to him, you added with the most convincing smile you could muster, “you can leave now.”
Azriel's brows furrowed. In your delirium, you reached out a thumb to smooth away the crease.
You rarely touched Azriel’s face. Azriel was your friend; tender face-touching wasn’t really something that friends did. The realisation took a second to register, and you startled, quickly retracting your hand and letting it fall to your lap.
Azriel’s hand engulfed yours a second later, squeezing reassuringly. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked, honestly.
You looked up to his earnest face, hazel eyes patient as ever. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. The last man I was with-” you winced, quickly shaking your head. “It doesn't matter,” you trailed off, cheeks heating with embarrassment.
Azriel looked appalled. “He was truly pathetic, then,” he bit out, eyes burning with fury. More calmly, he continued, “you didn't do anything wrong, angel. It’s natural for your body to do this. I hate that you’re in pain, but I’m not uncomfortable. Not at all.”
You smiled at him gratefully, chest feeling lighter.
He reached to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You fought the urge to cringe - it was drenched with sweat, clinging to your face by your eye. But Azriel seemed unfazed, his touch reverent.
Strange.
“Can I take you to bed?”
You opened your mouth to reply, just as a sharp pain tore through your abdomen. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips.
Just then, Azriel looked pained, too. You wondered why. Was he injured somewhere, too?
“I know it hurts, sweetheart. I'm sorry,” Azriel said, voice sympathetic as his thumb brushed your cheek.
You shifted your focus back to Azriel’s hand on your back, still moving soothingly along your spine, on taking even breaths. But once the haze cleared, your senses narrowed on the faint metallic tang of blood permeating the air between you.
“Oh. This is-” your voice broke, tears finally slipping out, “you shouldn't be here. You can’t be here, Az.”
At your panicked tone, Azriel pulled away, quickly - reluctantly - giving you space. You averted your gaze, but he nodded, reassuring. “I can go, sweetheart. I will go if you truly want me to.”
You didn't want that, not even a little. But how could you ask him to stay? It was a miracle that he hadn’t already left, given how many times you’d asked, albeit half-heartedly. He rivalled you in sheer stubbornness, though this fact had never made your chest ache in the way it now did.
“But, you once told me there was no shame in feeling pain. That there was no shame in being gentle with yourself,” he paused meaningfully, “there is no shame in asking for help when you need it either, sweetheart. You were the one who helped me learn that.”
You looked up at that, meeting his eyes. Tears were falling in earnest now and you opened your arms, reaching out, voice cracking in a small sob.
You weren’t sure who moved closer first, but you were instantly bundled in Azriel’s arms, sitting across his lap as he held you close. His wings came to wrap around you in a protective embrace, the cool membrane impossibly soothing against the overheated skin of your arms.
Azriel weathered all of it, holding you close as the waves of pain continued piercing through you. His arms around you were firm, steadfast, and Azriel rested his cheek on top of your head, utterly content to hold you like this as long as you needed. He did not falter for a moment as you cried into the soft cotton of his shirt.
As your heaving breaths began to slow, sobs finally growing quieter, you wondered how everything could feel so easy with him. How you could feel so safe. It was rare - you would never be able to find anything like this again.
And that thought had the tears falling fast once again.
Azriel’s arms around you tightened further in response. It should have been impossible.He remained quiet; nothing needed to be said between you, anyway.
In the time you’d known him, you’d quickly learned Azriel wasn't chatty. Yet when he did speak, it was always what you needed to hear, uncomfortable truths or otherwise. But the silences were equally comfortable. Azriel was steady, enduring. You wouldn’t change a thing.
Ear against Azriel’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart, you were vaguely aware that time continued to pass. If that fact weighed on Azriel, if his legs had numbed from your weight pressing into them, he certainly didn’t let on.
But you couldn't hide from reality forever. And the blood that you now felt starting to soak through your leggings was a harsh reckoning.
You pulled away, sliding off Azriel's lap as his wings eased from around you, arms following suit.
He smiled at you softly. “Better?”
“Better,” you murmured. You’d let yourself indulge today, but didn’t deserve him. Not even for a moment.
Azriel stood slowly, beginning to walk away from where you sat on the tiled floor.
He’d realised the same.
He was leaving.
It was hard to quell the disappointment beginning to churn through your stomach. You didn’t have the right to be disappointed. Azriel was your friend, and your pain was not his responsibility.
You were not his.
The realisation was a punch to your gut, the hurt somehow feeling more debilitating than the cramping sensations that continued to flood your abdomen.
But you’d lived more than two decades of your life without depending on him, on anyone, really. You could learn to do it again, however painful it would be.
Self-aware to a fault, you recognised that you weren’t easy to be with. Least of all, your breakdown today was a glaring indication. And Azriel had endured a difficult childhood, and overcome so much. His life was still complicated, busy, and he deserved someone easier.
You didn’t have a home - your parents passed young and the Beddors had been the closest thing you’d had to a family before they suffered the same fate. And once you’d finally begun to process everything, to tread water, you’d nearly drowned in the cauldron, and turned fae.
Lost in thought, it felt like your other senses had halted, too. It was no wonder you didn't register the familiar baritone cutting through the silence - not the first time, nor the second. Maybe not even the third.
“Y/n?” Azriel tried again, voice gentle. His gaze was worried as you finally heard him and met his eyes.
Azriel was by the door, leaning down and reaching into the top drawer under the large sink countertop.
He’d gotten up, but he hadn’t left.
Your vision became blurry again. Distantly, you registered Azriel moving towards you, carrying something in his hands.
Moving to crouch in front of you, Azriel’s brows furrowed, again.
“I thought you might want to wear a pad,” Azriel explained, unravelling the outer fabric wrapping to reveal a cloth pad inside. Your heart squeezed. “It’s cotton, not hemp. I know you’re allergic,” he added quietly.
It was so matter-of-fact, an explanation rather than an invitation for gratitude. You felt it, anyway.
You’d mentioned your allergy once, months and months ago, when you were still human. Azriel had come in the afternoon, earlier than usual, nearby due to a Spring Court visit. He’d grinned, explaining Cassian’s seasonal allergies and you’d laughed hard before telling Azriel about the time you’d made porridge with hemp seed instead of oatmeal and broken out in hives. Very alarmed at first, he’d eventually chuckled at the sound of your contagious laughter.
It had been a tongue-in-cheek comment, completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
A few more tears fell from your eyes.
“Oh no, please don't cry, Y/n. I’m sorry.” Large thumbs moved to swipe under your eyes with a heartbreaking tenderness that had you wanting to cry all over again. You squeezed your eyelids shut.
“Fool. Why are you sorry?” you sniffled exasperatedly. It was misplaced frustration, the true culprit being your own lack of emotional regulation. “You're an angel, Az. Truly.” Under your breath, you mumbled, “your girl will be the luckiest faerie in Prythian.”
Azriel broke out into a wide smile bringing out his dimples, eyes bright and twinkling. He looked at you, gaze knowing in a way that you couldn't even begin to unpack in your current state, lest you come up with a truly delusional answer.
“You deserve to have someone who cares about you as deeply as you do for others. More,” he said easily, eyes sincere.
Flustered, you had averted your gaze. You focused on keeping your hands by your sides and not raising your cold palms to your rapidly overheating face.
“I’m honoured that you trust me enough to care for you like this. Especially after everything,” he said, voice quiet. After Hybern.
“That isn't on you, Azriel. Do not think for one moment that you are responsible, because you are not. I most certainly do not hold you responsible for Hybern’s actions,” you said fiercely.
Azriel’s free hand hung limply by his side. You reached forward holding it between both of your own.
“Despite everything that has changed in my life, I will always be grateful that you are in it.” Perhaps for the first time today, your voice did not waver. The only thing you were truly sure about.
“Thank you,” Azriel said, voice hoarse. “Tell me you know that I feel the same.”
“I do know, Az,” you assured gently. It was true. He had shown you countless times before today, too.
A pause. Then, “do you want me to run you a bath?” Azriel’s eyes searched your face.
“Yes, please. In all honesty, I’m ready for a nap but it would be nice to feel clean,” you mused. Another cramp tore through your stomach, and you winced. Azriel frowned, looking so deeply distressed that you had to laugh. “I’m sure the warm water will help too,” you grinned wryly.
Azriel smiled then. “Good idea.” He walked to the large tub, twisting both bronze taps, testing the temperature with a finger under the faucet, before adjusting again, testing the temperature, repeat.
You watched Azriel fuss over the bath, feeling your heart grow another ten sizes.
When he returned to your side, you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing into his chest. He returned the embrace, folding you in his arms. You grinned.
Azriel felt your smile through his thin cotton shirt and chuckled. “Should I get your clothes?” Azriel asked, before adding, almost shyly, “or you can wear some of mine. If you'd like.”
“Thanks, Az. I’ll wear your cobalt blue henley. If that's okay?"
“My blue... what?”
“Henley,” you repeat, slowly, drawing out both syllables. You pulled back, relaxing your hold to stare at him.
Azriel’s quizzical expression didn’t shift. “I have no clue what that is.”
You burst out laughing, pulling away at last. You reached for his hand, and Azriel swiftly laced your fingers. “Let me show you.”
Leading him from the room, you walked to his large dresser, reaching on tiptoes for the top drawer. Hand on the bronze knob, you pulled the drawer open with a small huff, the contents heavy.
You turned back to look at Azriel with jokingly narrowed eyes, “you own way too many clothes.”
He huffed a silent laugh, hand gesturing to his dresser, curious to see how exactly you would pick out this “blue henley” when you couldn’t actually see the clothes inside.
Your smile became smug, following his train of thought. Maintaining eye contact, you felt around the drawer with your hands, sifting through layers of folded garments with practised ease, before gently pulling out the shirt in question.
You held it up for him, grin unfaltering.
Azriel’s jaw fell open, expression now awed. “How did you know?” he asked quietly, eyes soft.
Smile shrinking, you fought the urge to shirk away from his fond gaze. Your cheeks heated before you admitted, “I… wear it sometimes when Rhys sends you away for longer missions.”
Azriel broke into a broad smile, so bright and radiant that you quickly decided the mild humiliation you felt was worth it. He didn’t say anything, just smiling at you with dimples and sparkling eyes. Looking so handsome that you didn't know what to do with yourself.
So, you kept talking.
“I worry sometimes. Often. I know you are over five hundred years old and you have been doing this job for a long time. But you have all said that we face bigger threats than Hybern. And I know you can handle yourself, Az, but your self-sacrificing tendencies really freak me out,” you say quickly, before pausing for breath.
The exact combination of emotions swirling in his irises was difficult to pinpoint. But his gaze remained warm, safe. It gave you the courage to continue. “Somehow, that shirt always smells like you. Even after I wash it. I wear it to bed sometimes because it just feels like... you’re not as far away,” you finished with a shy smile.
Azriel's gaze did not falter from your face, the love radiating so brightly from him that no creature in Prythian, blind or otherwise, could deny that he regarded you with a reverence unrivalled by even the suns that orbited the galaxy. He closed the gap between you in a single step pulling you to him so fast you stumbled into his chest with a small, startled huff. You quickly braced your palms on his shoulders, balancing yourself.
Azriel pulled back slightly, soft lips placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he pulled you close once again, sighing contentedly. “I know my job has its risks, and you have every right to worry. But I promise that I will do everything in my power to come back home to you, angel. Always.” He added, less serious, “I am sure Rhys or Cass or Mor or Amren can confirm that I have been much less self-sacrificing since you came into the picture.”
“Oh?”
“You can ask them yourself,” Azriel confirmed. Later, he’d also tell you about the preservation charm he suspected Rhys had placed on that shirt. Reluctantly, Azriel pulled back, but interlaced your hands as he added, “bath first, though. It'll help.”
“Cassian was right. You really are a mother hen,” you grinned, allowing him to lead you back to the bathroom nonetheless.
“Cassian is my biggest hater,” Azriel groaned. “Worst wingman ever,” he mumbled under his breath.
You laughed. “Please. You have never needed a wingman, Azriel. Don’t even pretend like your shadows don't tell you what all the ladies of Prythian think about your wingspan.”
Azriel choked. Then, quickly recovering, "and how would you know?"
“...Guilty.”
Entering the bathroom, Azriel led you to the tub, swarmed by shadowy tendrils. Two distinct black shapes swirled around the taps, twisting them off.
“Thank you,” you whispered, smiling as they swirled happily in response.
A larger cluster of shadows gathered at the tiled surrounds on the opposite end of the tub, swirling around a small wooden tray of small vials. The water itself was now filled with warm and lots of bubbles. You grinned.
A tiny shadow lifted a small brown bottle with a purple label, while its friend twisted off the stopper.
You watched as a few drops of the pale yellow liquid fell into the tub.
“Is that lavender?” you asked, turning to Azriel.
“Yes. Essential oils. I wish I could take credit, but the idea was entirely theirs.” His eyes twinkled as they met yours.
You burst out laughing.
Azriel’s eyes crinkled, the melodic tones of his laughter filling the space, combining with your own, echoing through the chamber. As the tangerine neon light of the sunset poured in through the window, illuminating his beautiful face, you knew this was all you needed.
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Thank you for reading 🩷
#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x y/n#azriel fanfic#azriel imagine#azriel shadow singer#azriel spymaster#acotar
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What’s gonna happen to hacker girl after no nut november?! 👀
I initially wanted to say she's walking out straight up pregnant but then it came to me- bold of us to presume that they'd last😭
While it totally is a dick fighting competition to them to prove who is better in...you don't even know at this point but you can see your men get more and more aggravated and fussy with every day into this challenge, you only bid your time before one of them breaks.
(Un)surprisingly the first one to break was always brash and loud Johnny :/ But he couldn't help himself! You were just so so pretty in that cute pastel sweater and skirt, bend over a desk and typing quickly away at some code you were writing but the only thing the Scottish man could focus on was your nice, shapely, broad hips and ass sticking out as if inviting him :(
Call him weak willed but...Who the fuck cares?? He's pent up, he's horny and his balls genuinely start to ache from a the build up sperm so the nest thing you know is you letting out a confused 'huh' and the feeling of a large, heavy body covering yours, two bulky arms wrapping around you and that low, growly voice snarling
"Yer way too tempting y'know that lass?"
Obviously the rest of the guys heard the commotion coming from your bedroom and they burst in on the exact moment of Soap holding you tightly against his side right after rolling off of you after his 3rd orgasm, his sperm dribbling out slow and thick out of your poor pussy :(
They were stunned at first but before they could start to yell and argue they saw Johnny's smug grin and your tired, sleepy face cuddled into his neck, letting out tiny mewls whike caressing your belly. They could call Soap a weak willed looser and a sucker but honestly? To him, they were the suckers bc he at least got to cum in their darling first😭💕
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#bless them😭#hackergirl!reader#barracks bunny!reader#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#philip graves x reader#soap mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john price x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#141 x reader#shadow company x reader
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OK SO I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD REQUEST ALASTOR X READER??? I AM OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF ALASTOR CUDDLING UP WITH THE READER (soft spot🥺) BUT HIS SHADOW ALSO JOINS IN (bc it has a mind of it's own and likes the attention that the reader gives it) ILY UR WRITING SO SO MUCHHH IT HAS ME FOAMING AT THE MOUTH \(♡ω♡ )/
Supeeerrr fluffy and cute!
The radio played in the background as you snuggled against Alastor. It had been a pretty long day and after his radio broadcast, the red demon came to your shared room to relax for the night.
You were doing a crossword and Alastor was reading a book, it was pure bliss.
It must have grown late as the chiming of the clock rung through the hotel.
You let out a yawn and set your puzzle down and really cozied up to the demon.
”I think we should see Rosie for lunch, I heard she has inquired new flavors of pinkies and I am dying to try them” you said as you began to get comfortable.
Alastor let out a hum, seemingly to agree.
He was too busy soaking up the warmth your soft body provided, happily curling his limbs around yours.
Your fingers danced across his features, tracing his face, twirling his hair and playing with his ears. They flicked about as you tickled the fluff around them.
A soft shriek caught your attention and looking up you see Alastor’s shadow peering down at you.
The shadow had a happy smile on its face, flitting about the wall and finally following your movements on the wall.
You smiled and using your own shadow to curl around it.
Alastor cut his eyes to watch as his shadow practically had heart eyes as your shadow nuzzled his. You watched as they danced around the walls, before your shadow settled back in place and returned to normal.
Alastor’s shadow dawned a sad look, before sliding down the headboard and curling around you. You giggled at the buzzing feeling it gave, feeling the shadow squeeze you as it settled on your side of the bed.
Alastor sucked his teeth at the entity, making the shadow’s face etch into a wide sharp grin as it happily snuggled against you, purring.
You were always in awe at Alastor’s shadow. It rarely left its owner, but it was always willing to be by your side. Your own shadow manifested and the two chirped happily with hearts as they morphed together, cuddling themselves.
”Aww even our shadows adore each other” you said yawning, head leaning against Alastor.
He took a look at the shadows and watched as the two tangled together.
He nuzzled you, sighing as he felt sleep try to overcome him
”It seems so my dear. Seems even the shadows like a good snuggle every now and again”
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#jyoongim#alastor the radio demon#alastor x y/n#alastor hazbin hotel#Alastor shadow#Alastor fluff#hazbin hotel fluff
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Now that I'm thinking about it, Alejandro was kinda overdramatic cause if that man took over my base, I'd also give him my house, car, my men to detain, my 3 holes to fill-
#phillip graves#need him to break my back like a glow stick#I'm so not normal about him#phillip graves smut#phillip graves x reader#cod#call of duty#shadow company#modern warfare#modern warfare ii#cod mw2#captain price#simon ghost riley#könig#john soap mactavish#warren kole
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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘
Summary: Reader's everyday life had been turned upside down since she had been recruited to Ghost's team. As a young, but prominent soldier she had to face many obstacles, but there was one in particular that made her blood boil ━ Commander Phillip Graves of Shadow Company.
Little did she knew, that the blonde man with angelic was face going to make her suffer and bleed, wishing for the embrace of Death to swallow her whole.
Y/C ━ your callsign
Also posted on my ao3 ⟶ 𝕏
A/N: Basically, a whump where Graves is torturing the Reader after trying to frame her for a federal crime. Then Ghost finds out. Dark themes ahead.
Warnings: graves, canon typical violence (blood, guns, implied sexual harrasment), gore (desc. of tortures), angst, some sprinkles of comfort at the end
Word count: 7.6k
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄
For as long as you could remember, the commander of Shadow Company made you feel uneasy. At first, you couldn’t precisely determine what was wrong – with him or you. There was this strange feeling, an odd hunch regarding Phillip Graves. Thank God, you didn’t work for him.
The whole collaboration thing that General Shepherd had with them was bizarre. A private military company? As far as you knew, they were called mercenaries, not some elitist soldier group. Their commander was oddly loyal to the general, it almost seemed like their bonds were far more complicated than a paycheck.
Soon enough you realized he was his executioner, a war criminal literally.
But your colleagues kept chastising you for making such hideous assumptions about higher ranks. You rather quickly learned not to share too much of your personal opinion with the other cadets.
Thereby, your voice of reason and concerns were sealed within your own mind, left to take roots. Particularly when you sat on your own on the side of the training grounds just after lunch break. Your gaze was focused on the fellow soldiers battling with the obstacle course, although your thoughts kept spinning in a never ending cycle – analyzing the latest mission, what happened step by step, what went wrong, what you had done poorly.
That was your key to survival – repeating the excellently executed tasks and never letting yourself slip up. Because there won’t be a second chance.
Some may say that you were an overthinker. That such shredding of each event into smaller pieces might mess up with your brain or worse – sanity.
But who the fuck cared about your sanity in a military? All of them had their hands tainted with blood, all of you had done some things that a perfectly ordinary person would find atrocious.
And sometimes you were ashamed of that. There was a time, at the beginning of your service where you couldn’t face your God at all. The evening prayers ceased, as the shame pooling in you forbade you from reciting the lines.
In spite of that, what wise people used to say that “time heals wounds” became your truth. You reconciled that death would be following you no matter where you would go. And each day, over and over you tried to omit feeding her greedy pit of a stomach.
Until you met Graves – in many ways he resembled your friend reaper. But he was far from being a friend. Mowing the fields of living, leaving corpses behind – “claw one’s way” was his motto. But there was a charming shell of a man that many seemed to fall for.
A soft, rounded face covered with shallow frowns and not so many scars. Short, yellow hair kept impeccably brushed to the side, beard usually trimmed or shaved. And those piercing eyes of his. Phillip’s glance balanced on the edge of calmness and hatred. Only thanks to his brows could you tell the difference.
Some of your colleagues from the cadet group stalked behind you into the shower room as soon as you returned from the latest mission, still drenched in sweat and the scent of war. Pestering, but not about you of course.
Since you passed all of the tests, you were amongst the few lucky ones that got introduced to the lieutenant's team. It wasn’t just any ordinary lieutenant, it was Ghost. Infamous man who wore a skull mask. Belonging to his division felt like joining some exclusive special forces. Which, in a way, was true.
But at the end of the day, you were just a private. You have heard from your current superiors that you might have the potential to make it to sergeant in the next few years. Only if you stay alive, that is. So therefore it became your priority.
Another week began, but you stopped counting days in the calendar. Every morning when you woke up, you checked the temperature and the schedule for the day. The decision of not tracing the days of the week seemed more… soothing. You were not counting the days until your demise, so what was the point of knowing if it was the third or fourth of the month?
Within the short period of time you have spent in the army you learned that time is the most precious thing in the world. The minutes, the seconds of you breathing in and out, devouring the essence of living.
Time was fleeting and you were ready to do everything, not to let it slip away.
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈
As the new week started, a new mission was approaching. All you knew was where to report, in what type of gear with what kind of weapon. You were just a private after all. So when you happened to find yourself, sitting on the bench amongst the fellow soldiers, his raspy voice echoed like war drums. The thuds of Ghost’s steps synchronized with the beating of your heart and the loud sways of helo’s propellers.
There it was – the adrenaline. The sweet hormone that kept you going.
Tonight’s objective was crystal clear – ambush, then break in the building and search through it, looking for a man called Barnet. He was a federal agent, yet allegedly he was involved with illegal weapons dealing in and beyond the country’s borders. Now, he hired some mercenaries to protect his ass. Your group, with the help of Shadows, was supposed to capture that man alive for further investigation.
After another happy landing, you abandoned the helo and walked toward the gathering point where some Shadows were already standing. To your misfortune, Phillip was standing beside them.
And until your last step, you tried to manifest that he wouldn’t notice you this time. Well, the universe wasn’t too indulgent for you lately.
━ There she is!
“Oh, fuck me, everything but not him again”, you thought to yourself, making your way to the rest of the group. Your fingers clenched tightly over the M4 rifle you were carrying.
━ Commander.
You tried to keep a professional facade, referring to him with his rank. There was no time for a small talk as the clock was ticking.
━ It have been a while, wasn’t it? ━ Graves turned his body towards you, causing a dozen of eyes landing over your frame. Somehow, the tactical vest and your equipment began weighing on under their curious looks. The lieutenant’s was the heaviest of them. ━ Let me tell you something, doll. I’ve never thought I’d meet someone colder than Ghost here. Are you always like this, huh?
━ I’m not cold. Just focused on my job, sir.
He kept drilling a hole into your soul by looking a little too long to your liking with his blue eyes. They were the color of the ocean, of the sea you missed so much. God, how long was it since you last let the waves splash over your ankles?
━ That’s appreciated, soldier.
Only then he returned to evaluating the situation with Ghost. In a matter of seconds you were supposed to enter the battlefield. Therefore you had to get your act together.
Breath in and breathe out. Try to focus on the commands, but count the prime numbers in your head at the same time. The simple mathematics helped you in distress. At least the technique helped with your panic attacks through the years prior.
Within the next twenty minutes you found yourself with one of your teammates, callsign Omen, on their way, clearing out the second floor, left wing of the building. Since he was physically bigger than his partner, it was you who was going first. In case of need, you would quickly disappear behind the corner – you weren’t as easy to spot as he was.
The building itself seemed to resemble a school or some sort of city council – the countless hallways and rooms made it an ideal layout for a shoutout with the enemy. Apparently, from what the two of you heard through the radio, Ghost was right after the target. It meant the mission was about to end.
Mrs. Laswell was right, calling it an “in and out” type of operation. All that was left to do was to keep your position until your lieutenant captured the objective.
Because there was no sign of the opponent’s forces nearby, you and Omen split to sweep through the rooms departing from the long hallway. Perhaps, hiding some mercenaries?
You found yourself standing in front of the locked doors. Your heart slowed down by now, your body wanting to refuse to stay in combat mode. With a few firm kicks, you broke down the blocked doors to find yourself facing… an office or an archive.
The room had no windows and it was almost dark inside, the light from the hallway illuminating the interior. An uneasy sensation creeping up your spine. Plans and stacks of files laying on the table’s surface, pulling you closer. Hanging board, closed laptop still plugged in and a pot of recently brewed coffee.
In that moment, as you stepped inside the room, you sealed your fate. Your curiosity became your doom, but you didn’t know that yet.
As your gaze wandered through some handwritten notes on the board, you heard a clunking sound of a metal bin rolling next to you on the ground. For some time you couldn’t register what exactly happened.
Suddenly you began to run through the hallway, before “the bin” exploded. The recoil of the grenade made you stumble forward until your knees and fists hit the concrete ground.
For a moment there was silence. Blissful silence.
Then the muffled thuds of someone’s steps blended with the squeaking noise ringing in your both ears. The fear pooled in your stomach, causing you to gasp for fresh air. You only noticed their presence as you saw the tip of their shoes right in your face.
The vision in front of your eyes was blurry, the image shaking uncontrollably. It felt almost like you were drunk, but you were clearly not. You were very much sober.
The tight straps of your helmet dug into your head and temple like they were squeezing your brain out. The helmet weighed down on your poor head, so you tried to take it off – fingers awkwardly struggling with the straps.
The person standing in front of you grabbed you by your arm and helped you get on your feet. Then another set of arms wrapped around your back, but this touch was different – you knew this one belonged to Omen. A colleague, a friend.
Your heart was swaddled with warmth for a minute, until the other person decided to open their big mouth.
━ Come on, doll, we’re leaving. ━ A familiar, southern accent almost made your blood boil.
If God was real, he was clearly turning your life into a comedic spectacle of misery. Of all the possibilities it had to be him.
━ Can you walk? ━ Omen asked and it was the first thing you registered correctly. The buzzing noise finally freed your eardrums, now leaking with blood. You nodded, but his hand was still belaying behind you. ━ What was that?
━ Some pre-installed grenade, I think.
“Or someone rolled it beneath my feet”, you thought about that being a possibility too. You always considered other scenarios. It wasn’t your first encounter with an explosive, you knew the pre-installed ones usually weren’t rolling down the ground and you hadn’t nudged any cord.
Besides, how come the Shadows and Graves suddenly happened to be there?
Maybe your friends were right and you have already lost your sanity. Perhaps you went absolutely crazy, but that madness made you want to place together the sequence of events. You needed to understand what happened, because something was off.
And there he was, walking on your right – Commander Graves, the reaper. It seemed that him and his Shadows were escorting the two of you to the gathering point as you were still numb after the explosion. He walked with his chin high, eyes sparkling with confidence after a successful mission. The aura that surrounded him made you feel like a prisoner of a warhound.
Why?
Everything following “your salvation” blended together into one mush. Omen was a good friend of yours and he made sure you were not seriously injured. Only when the two of you sat on the bench inside the helo, you told him the whole truth.
━ There was something in that room. Something important. Papers.
━ And they secured the evidence by destroying it with that grenade? ━ He was quick to follow your pattern of thinking, but it still wasn’t enough. You had a feeling it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
At the end of the day, Barnet got arrested and by this time he should be escorted by the Shadow Company to the FBI associated facility, meanwhile Ghost’s team was on their way back to the base. Everything from now on should have felt steady.
But it didn’t.
━ Wounded? ━ Lieutenant interrupted the conversations that were being held between the teammates.
━ Survivor of grenade here, sir. ━ Omen pointed at your bloodied earlobes, the dried liquid staining your neck. As the tall Britishman approached, you sent your colleague a death stare – you didn’t need his attention like this. You were alive, therefore no one should worry.
━ Can you hear? ━ Ghost leaned over his knees to reach your level, his dark irises looking over you to search for far more serious wounds. You nodded after making sure your hearing was intact. ━ Then you’ll be fine, Y/C.
He patted your shoulder before turning around to take his own seat. How lovely of him, a very worried superior he was.
During your way back to the base, you tried to calm your own thoughts. There was a need to stop them from crushing over you, your head still hurt like hell. For the first time in a good while, the thoughts felt overwhelming rather than helpful. You tried to brush them off, but it was unsuccessful.
You really needed to lay down and rest. A cup of tea would be lovely.
When the helo landed on the grounds of the British Army’s facilities and everyone slowly was walking away to take a shower and rest, you stayed behind going at your own pace.
And so did Ghost. A lone wolf.
━ Sir? ━ The masked man hummed, joining you on a walk to the barracks. ━ Would you find some time for me tomorrow? I really need to talk to you about the operation and the explosion.
━ It’s related?
━ I think so, yes, sir.
━ You think? Are you sure, you’re not wastin’ my time, Y/C?
It took a moment for you to reply, but now you were entirely sure. Your gut feeling never failed you before.
━ I would never waste time of a lieutenant, sir. I’m sure about that. ━ You tried to conceal the smirk twisting corners of your lips, but it became almost impossible with Ghost’s stupid questions. So you played along.
━ Alright, we’ll figure somethin’ out. Now, take a good rest and watch that head of yours, private. Don’t lose it.
Ghost could be funny sometimes, if you got to know him a little better. And of course, if he didn’t eat you earlier on – he could be an incarnation of a Behemoth himself sometimes. Even you were afraid of him at first, but that fear grew into a familiarity.
Little did you know that you were being watched by a shadow as you spoke with your superior. The all-seeing gaze already began consuming your poor, oblivious soul. You already were a victim of his mischievous plan.
Yet, you still had a chance for an absolution.
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈
A warm shower, good sleep and a few pills of paracetamol was all you needed to regain most of your strength after the latest mission. Despite a new day beginning, sun hovering over the horizon, your head or rather thoughts were coming back to the events of last night. Nervously picking up the cuticles and pinching your own skin, trying to let go of that obsession.
Yes, obsession. It became pathetically weird at this point, you had no physical evidence to show your superior. Perhaps, you were just overreacting or your mind got to the breaking point?
None of that. You shook your head to the sides, brushing the fragility and doubts away.
You were not weak, if you happened to be in his team. Ghost’s team. You were observant, noticing the smallest details – the superiors commented, after the successful recruitment to special forces.
A voice of reason led you to the women’s bathroom and straight to the sinks. At this time of the day, the facility was empty, so you enjoyed the silence and loneliness. You turned on the tap, before splashing your face with cold water.
“Breathe in and out, soldier”, you instructed yourself.
As you calmed down a little, you dried off your face with paper towels. Soon after, you found yourself on the way to Ghost’s office. While you were walking down the hallway, you noticed the presence of Shadows. They were still sticking around. Just, you didn’t know why and probably won’t even know – you were only a private after all.
So to ease your curiosity, you decided to believe they were here for another collaboration. You shouldn’t be so nosy – that’s what your mother used to tell you, when she caught you eavesdropping on a conversation you were not supposed to hear.
━ Good morning, sunshine!
Graves suddenly placed his palm onto your shoulder, causing you to flinch. Fuck, you almost never flinched. Its weight felt abnormally heavy on your body, just like he was pulling you down hills with him – back to the gates of hell.
━ Jesus Christ ━ you murmured quietly, barely audible. Your eyes shooting up to him, smiling like an idiot ━ are you scaring everyone like this?
━ Not particularly, no ━ Phillip grinned, exposing his pearly white teeth. ━ Would you mind going for a walk with me, soldier? There is… a matter we have to discuss.
━ To be honest, I was on the way to my lieutenant’s office.
━ Why?
When he asked you this simple, one-worded question, you knew Graves was playing a sort of game with you – trying to squeeze as much information out of you, before you realized. But you were far from naive, you were an equal player in the game of shadows.
There were no obligations towards the commander, he wasn’t a part of the army. So therefore, you decided to bluntly lie.
━ I don’t know, he called me in this morning.
━ Bet he can wait a lil’ longer. Come on, I’ll take the blame, sugar.
For a couple of seconds you stayed behind, rethinking the decision you've already made. But then your legs aligned with the pace of his steps. The bold curiosity drove your actions. You decided to follow him outside of the building for a walk.
It was quite a nice day outside. Clouds covered the blue sky, but it didn’t seem to be raining until the evening. It was pleasantly warm, a little too dry to your liking as the dust floating off the ground dirtied your trousers.
The two of you followed the path near the fence between the storage buildings – armory, garages. Captain Price liked to call it a dumpster and he was right about that.
The silence that fell between you two wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the pure anticipation of the other person’s next move – will he start a small talk? Because you wouldn’t. Or maybe Phillip would be straightforward with you? But about what exactly?
━ So ━ you finally spoke out, letting your hands collapse at your sides ━ what was so important that had my superior to wait?
Your gaze landed on his face, searching for any tiny spasms of facial muscles. You needed something to work with. To figure him out.
━ I could have asked you the same question.
━ I already told you, sir – I don’t know why the lieutenant called me in.
━ No? ━ Graves suddenly stopped and turned his whole body towards you. A truly natural response was to face him too. ━ Weren’t you two talking in private yesterday? Following the return to the base, no?
━ Ghost was worried about my ears, I was bleeding after the explosion. You saw it yourself, sir. Why does it matter anyway?
He had the audacity to speak freely, to admit, that he had kept an eye on you yesterday. The arising question on your mind was: why? Why was he monitoring you?
━ You two seem to be quite close. ━ Graves continued poking the hornet’s nest.
━ He’s my lieutenant.
It took every inch of your willpower to withhold the fastened beating of your heart. You couldn’t be delusional, not right now. Ghost was just your superior.
━ Is he though? You make me wonder ━ he turned his head to the right, before clicking with his tongue. On purpose Phillip was keeping you on edge, waiting before you finally snap ━ if he plays a part of this venture. Is Ghost also involved?
━ What the fuck are you talking about?
You finally raised your voice at Graves, annoyance flooding your veins. Nothing coming out of his mouth made sense, he was wasting your time here.
━ I’m afraid you’ve been caught red-handed, sugar. Trying to destroy the evidence of your contribution to illegal weapon trafficking. Some money on the side, huh?
You snorted, amused by this sickening accusation. And until now, you thought your deductions were childish and foolish. Until Commander Graves opened his mouth, spilling more nonsense.
━ You think I planted the grenade? That’s bullshit, Graves. You ━ you took a step forward and your pointing finger dug into the material of his tactical vest, just above the dip between the collarbones ━ were there. You saw everything.
The last sentence came out more of a whisper, carefully threatening him that you knew he was fucking around with you. But he had orders to complete. The commander of Shadow Company would do everything for the sake of good fucking show.
━ ‘m afraid I have to take you for further interrogation, soldier.
Graves suddenly grabbed your forearm with a force you would never expect he would bare. At that moment you were confused, standing between a rock and a hard place – should you obediently follow him for “a talk” or should you resist his actions? Phillip was not your boss, he wasn’t in place of authority.
But, there was a hesitation if you should punch him or not.
━ You can’t do that without my superior presence. ━ You struggled against his grip, looking around and searching for any witnesses. To your misfortune, again, there was none. The training grounds were empty.
━ See ━ he managed to pull you with him, while he made his way to the magazine nearby ━ this is a military rule, princess. It has nothing to do with me.
Graves was playing dirty, when he finally dragged you inside the empty hall. You clung to the both sides of his vest, before smashing your forehead against his face. The blonde man stumbled backwards, cursing loudly, calling you all sorts of names. It had to hurt like a bitch, if all might Phillip Graves was whining like a little boy kicked in the balls.
━ You little– Fuck!
You tried to pass by him, before one of his Shadows revealed his presence, standing between you and the doors. Then another man emerged from the darkness, until you counted three of them in total.
“Great”, you thought.
A deep breath of not so fresh air filled your lungs. A hint of moisture hit your nostrils, while your sight was still getting accustomed to the dim lighting of the hall. Slowly you began to worry as you happened to be cornered by the Shadows with no one by your side. It made you vulnerable – like a wounded animal to a vulture.
━ What is this really about? ━ A simple question was asked, when you carefully tried to back out as far from the reach of his loyal soldiers. The situation was getting far more intense than you thought.
━ You’re related to Barnet’s scandal or at least you're messing up the evidence, all I have to hear is a confirmation.
Commander, whose hands were dirtier than anyone you knew, wanted you to confess. Ironic, wasn’t it?
━ Don’t make this harder than it has to be, doll ━ Graves wiped his bloody nose with a material of his sleeve, slowly walking in circle around you, a lamb to the slaughter ━ just face the consequences of your own actions.
━ You know it’s not true. I have nothing to confirm, sir.
If you were the same person you were years ago, you would fidget with your silver medallion. Praying for courage in a situation like this, facing the personification of evil. But that necklace was laying forgotten in the abyss of your drawer.
The painful truth was, you were left all alone in an uneven fight.
━ I was afraid you would say so.
With the slightest nod of his head you noticed the change in soldiers’ stance. They were about to charge at you and that familiar, eerie feeling in your bones. So you did all that you could to prepare for the upcoming attack.
When the first soldier swung with his clenched fist towards your face, you swiftly managed to avoid it. Then, you succeed another time. But by omitting the hits you wouldn’t last long, so the next strike had to be blocked.
Your forearm acted as a shield, when you tried to charge forward the Shadow. The second soldier joined the brawl, kicking you in the back of your knee. The punch in the joint made you stumble.
You decided to push away the first opponent and then with all your body mass, pin the second Shadow to the ground. Your arms wrapped around his thighs and you fell onto the soldier with a thud, punching his jaw with your clenched fist.
The adrenaline made your nervous system numb to the pain you inflicted upon yourself. If not for the blood staining his jawline, you wouldn’t notice when your knuckles began to bleed.
As soon as the pinned Shadow’s hands gripped your waist tightly, trying to push you off, you knew the outcome of the fight. Even if you had an upper hand for a split moment. There was no magical foreseeing – a simple conclusion told you, that you against the three of them was an already sealed result.
But you had to put up a fight – you wouldn’t allow yourself to cross the gates of heaven or any other sort of afterlife if you hadn’t tried.
A sudden yank on your hair, made you cry out and fall off the soldier laying on the ground. Before you managed to get up, the third Shadow, until now standing still and watching, kicked you in your ribs. And then another time.
And another.
You stumbled to the side of your thigh, gripping the aching side of your bones and flesh, blood spilling beneath the surface of your smooth skin. Breathing, such a fundamental ability to live, became harder with each passing second.
Your mouth fell agape, greedily trying to swallow some air, searching for a boost of energy.
The three demons abused your position on the ground as they began kicking you around – aiming for your stomach, ribs, arms. It almost felt like you were their soccer ball.
Graves stood tall near the raging chaos with his arms crossed over the tactical vest. Only when one of his puppets smacked you across the face, causing you to fall onto your stomach, he intervened.
━ Not in the face, idiot! She’s quite pretty, isn’t she? Would be such a waste to permanently mutilate such a face.
The blonde man crouched down and gripped your jaw, taking a closer look at the red mark pulsating on your cheek. It seemed that he was savoring the hurt look on his victim. The commander smirked, finally acknowledging the fear in your eyes.
The taste of copper spreaded over your tongue, it felt disgusting and made you lightheaded. Only then the pain they inflicted on you began to sink in, causing all of your limbs to become extremely warm. Almost like the tongues of flames were dancing over your skin.
If the Shadows kill you that night, will you become a martyr? Or would you be remembered as a traitor as Graves wanted to?
They swept you off the floor, upholding your fragile body by hooking under your armpits. Your head craved to hang low, but your consciousness needed to follow their movements, trying to predict what they would do to you next.
━ I don’t like repeating myself, soldier, but I’ll give you another chance ━ Graves leaned in front of you, his hands resting upon his thighs. He became irritated that you hadn’t broken already ━ were you involved with Barnet or his partners in smuggling the federal weapons?
━ I’m just a private, you fucking fuck! ━ You spat out the truth, brows narrowing close to your eyelashes. ━ I. Did. Not.
His blue gaze wandered somewhere behind your back. Graves nodded and a sudden wave of stabbing pain spreaded around your kidneys. You cried out, spine arching, pathetically trying to escape the ache.
Then they would give you a few seconds of break, you trying to breathe through the pain. But the cycle would continue as the Shadow behind your back kept electrocuting you over and over and over.
The motherfuckers tased you. And they would not stop until you were a panting mess, limp within their hold. Poor mind of yours fried, barely holding onto the debrises of sanity.
When your body reached some sort of limit and your vision became blurry, you really began to think you were to die tonight. In a matter of hours, you would have to face your friend – death and let her mock you for such an early encounter.
But at least, you would not die untruthful to yourself.
Within the next couple hours, when your consciousness was wandering between the limbo of the Sandman’s realm and the reality, you gradually managed to understand the truth.
That night during the operation Barnet, you saw something you never should have. The office and the crumbles of it. There was something inside so fragile and precious that made a person in a position of power command Graves to frame and torture you. As you were the only witness of it.
And for whom Shadow Company worked for?
The picture became crystal clear and you laughed like a madman. A trickle of blood dripped down the corner of your mouth, when they kept inflicting pain onto the poor soul of yours. And your young body too, staining it forever.
General Shepherd’s hands were not as clean as everyone thought so. He had to have something in common with those weapons being smuggled to the terrorists. Shepherd might have been afraid that you knew that, so therefore he needed you dead. Even though you hadn’t managed to read any of the notes before their destruction.
He wanted you buried six feet under the ground with no gravestone. No monument.
And you know what they say – if you don't know what it is about, it’s probably about the money.
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈
Although the pieces of puzzles fit together perfectly, their borders clinging tightly to each other, you hadn’t experienced satisfaction at all.
The exhaustion became helpful at some point, separating your body from all the pain you’ve endured during the last couple of hours. The blood on your cuts dried up, but the smell of it made your stomach turn.
You couldn’t believe that the scent and sight of blood would make you lightheaded, ever in your lifetime. Not as a woman of course, they see much more blood than the average man.
But all of the beatings that those demons inflicted upon you was bearable. Painful obviously, but bearable. If your assessment was correct, they hadn’t broken any bones till now. The split skin on your collar bones, separated with the sharp blade of the knife could be stitched up. With good care the scars would eventually fade.
If you survive this interrogation.
Your grunts and whines filled Phillip’s ears, yet he still craved more than this. He hadn’t heard you scream and he would extort those sounds from you pretty soon.
The Shadows dragged you to sit at the wooden chair near the old table, your shoulders slowly sinking to the furniture’s backrest. They gave you a break as their knuckles were bloodied and scratched. Perhaps, they were thinking of another way to push you into the Behemoth’s maw.
The time between your interactions passed quickly. Your eyelids closed loosely, but you heard the surroundings very well – the gravel crunching beneath the soles of their shoes, the way they shifted their weight. You noticed that, all of it. Your mind was alerted and aware.
━ Have to give that to Ghost, he trained you well ━ Graves dragged another chair near yours and sat comfortably in it. Too close to your liking though. ━ But you must be tired, don’t you?
━ I’m fine.
A whisper hummed in the storage hall, filling the silence between your breaths. Those which might be your last ones.
━ You look shit to be honest ━ the commander put his hands in the air, just like he didn’t want it to sound like an insult. ━ It didn’t have to come to this, doll. You wouldn’t have suffered if you just confessed when I asked you to.
You scoffed, raising your head to face him with a look full of disgust.
━ That false confession is a death sentence.
Graves shifted in his seat, getting closer to you as he leaned to your ear. One of his hands pushed the loose strands of hair behind your cartilage, while the other rested on your thigh.
Your whole body tensed, when his palm squeezed the soft flesh of your inner thigh. It wandered far too close to the crotch, even through the material of clothes.
When your hands shoot to grab his, the Shadow standing beside grabbed your left arm and pinned it to the table’s surface. Your other hand’s fingers were entangled around Graves’ wrist, trying to stop him from moving any further.
You had heard that he was wicked and unpredictable, but not to this extent.
━ Listen up ━ he said so quietly it might have eluded from you, if you didn’t pay enough attention ━ I’m being generous here and giving you one, last chance, princess. Confess and you’ll be under my arrest. No further harm will happen to you, if you behave, that is.
The audacity of this sickening man never stopped surprising you. You knew perfectly well what he meant by being under his arrest, what it meant to be Phillip Graves’ prisoner. It was a fate far worse than death.
Your eyes were locked on his mischievous smile, twisting soft cheeks and underlining the wrinkles on his forehead. He was abusing his power and was perfectly aware of that. It was you against the devil.
━ Come on, be a good girl. ━ He tried to persuade you with the sweet words and empty promises. It was kind of insulting, Graves thought he would convince you to change your mind. ━ Just say it was you, hm?
But little did he know, your pride and stubbornness was far greater than his.
You hung your head low again, before chuckling softly, shoulders trembling. It caught him off guard, you noticed. Graves probably thought you’ve gone far from sanity.
Naturally you were weary of the pain, of the constant soreness in your muscles, the painful stretch of dried up blood. Yes, you were scared of upcoming tortures, you already admitted to that before yourself. But you would never forgive yourself if you weren’t true to the beliefs that got you here in the first place. You couldn’t let them frame you.
Not this motherfucker in particular.
━ Go fuck yourself.
Then it was you who spilled out some words coated in pure hatred, almost an exorcism to make him go away. Your faith in your truth was strong. Graves’ hand released your thigh with a disappointed look on his angelic face, instead forcing your right forearm into his chest. He was keeping your limb too tight, while the other one was still pinned to the table.
Another Shadow appeared in the corner of your eye, slowly making his way towards your splayed out hand on the flat surface. Only then you noticed the thing he was holding.
“Fuck.”
━ Alright, the hard way it is. ━ Phillip said, savoring the building fear in your eyes as your shrinking pupils were following the outline of the drill. A simple machine you would put your furniture together.
But in the right hands it would be a torture device.
━ You can’t be serious. You c-can’t– Y-You–
He shushed you, cradling your right arm within his hold. One of the Shadows stood on the other side of you, squeezing the elbow and your wrist so roughly, it almost made the bones pop out of the joint.
Your instinct was to try and wiggle away, but the two men held you steadily. The third one flicked the power button and you looked at the small, but pointy drill turning with a mechanic sound.
━ No, no, no, no, don’t, DON’T!
The panic and fear overtook your stoic strategy. Only then you began being truly scared of their sinister games. You pleaded, you fought back, you begged until you screamed so loudly, there had to be someone hearing you from the outside. The pain of your flesh getting twisted and ripped off, made you want to vomit, if not the screaming tightening your throat muscles.
Then the drill stopped. You estimated it hadn’t even reached your bone, yet. But the crimson, syrupy liquid climbed up the length of the metal part and trickled to the sides of your assaulted forearm.
You were breathing loudly, gasping for air. A droplet of sweat rolled down your temple. Every single finger of yours was trembling, muscles spasming from the pain.
Graves reached one of his hands and forcefully squeezed your jaw and cheeks. He forced your pretty face to stare directly at him. Then, when he noticed how salty tears were overflowing your waterline, he grinned.
━ Look at me, soldier ━ Graves gave an order, but you were not his subordinate. He had to yank your head and dig his digits into your flesh again. ━ Look. At. Me!
The Shadow continued the assault, turning the power back on. This time, he expected resistance from the hard tissues so he pushed harder.
Your shrieks filled his ears like cathedral music, a gospel of his liking. The tears streaming down your face finally reached his palm that was squeezing your face. Graves wanted to have a good look at all the scowls of ache.
You swore you had heard the bone cracking, a muscle perforated already. White, blunt pain blinded your senses, only the warm embrace of the commander sitting across you kept you aware that you were still in the land of living.
Your stomach was hurting – God, you were going to puke.
━ What’s the meanin’ ‘f this?!
The voice of your savior, echoed somewhere in the back of your consciousness. The mechanical drill stopped its work and you actually felt it when it was ripped off your forearm. You whined, letting your eyelids shut. Blood splashed across the table.
The two Shadows remained by your side, meanwhile Graves stood up from his seat and took a walk towards the intruders.
You felt the familiar smell of tobacco, a very specific species of tobacco used only for cigars.
━ Captain, I can assure–
━ Assure what? ━ John Price said, venom and hatred rolling down his tongue. He was pissed and dear God, you don’t want to anger this man. ━ That you mutilated one of my soldiers? Who gave you the order?
Graves pressed his lips into a thin line.
━ General himself.
━ Why? ━ Ghost raspy voice sounded next to your limp form and it made you feel protected.
When you opened your eyes, you saw him towering over you even when he slouched to reach your level. You forced yourself to form a subtle smile, because somehow, the fight was over. You were being taken away from the monster that Graves was.
━ She destroyed the only fucking evidence, trying to cover her own ass.
The lieutenant took a quick look over your body, you felt his gaze roaming on yourself. He was looking for serious wounds, but the one on your forearm seemed to be the nastiest one.
Ghost helped you rise up from the chair, securing you in the straight line by holding onto your shoulders. Before he did that, he seemed to ask nonverbally with his dark eyes if you could walk. You nodded weakly.
━ She’s a private under my command ━ Captain Price kept lecturing the blonde man, standing still like a tree. ━ If she had been accused, I’m the one to take her for questioning, not you. This is my team, my base and you will follow my rules, is that clear?
You couldn’t exactly point to the moment where you walked past Price and Graves. Your eyes were so heavy and the main focus was to keep walking forward. If not Ghost upholding your posture straight by holding onto your arms, you wouldn’t be able to stand by your own strength.
Despite the stories you had heard about him being rough, he wasn’t with you, at all. His grip was firm, but no digit of his calloused fingers dug into the beaten flesh of yours. Should a soldier ever feel comfort rather than dread in the presence of their superior? Was this normal? Were you?
━ I had my own orders, the intel pointed out she was a suspect. Apparently ━ he took a deep breath in, keeping his anger on a leash ━ there was a misunderstanding. I apologize for any… inconveniences.
━ I’ll talk to Shepherd about this one, you stay out of it ━ Price stated, before turning around on his heel. He was walking behind the two of you. ━ Oh, and you owe this lady an apology. Better be a good one, boy.
No.
You wanted to scream that word over and over. If Graves ever bothered you again, you would gouge his blue eyes out – gladly looking at the soft tissues getting stuck under your nails, Phillip’s blood staining your hands. Ghost felt when your body tensed under his grip as he led you out of the storage hall. Of all people, he could sympathize with you the most.
You walked in silence, only the echo of the gravel mixed with sand echoed in your ears. The chilly, evening breeze awoke your senses, although it didn’t give you more strength. Your hand clutched to Ghost’s, when you felt your stomach shrinking.
━ God ━ you leaned over your own knees, gasping for air ━ I think, I’m gonna… ‘m gonna puke.
He followed your poor soul to the side of the road. Before you could deny his help, Ghost was collecting your loose strands of hair and holding it firmly behind your neck.
━ That’s alright. Take your time.
He wasn’t angry or disappointed with you. Ghost wasn’t rushing you as you tried to catch your uneven breath. The lieutenant just stood there, holding the hair out of your face in case you would vomit.
But you hadn’t thrown up at all. You just crouched there gasping for air, pressing your wounded forearm to your chest, blood staining the military shirt. Your limbs began to shiver, but not from the low temperature. Only then you allowed yourself for a display of any weaknesses, for a way to express your pain and exhaustion.
━ I d-didn’t do any-anything. I promise.
Your tone sounded broken and he couldn’t bear it. His stone cold heart couldn’t withstand the look in front of him. Ghost pulled you up from the crouching position, before pressing your forehead into his chest. He could still hear your quiet sobs, your blood surely staining his clothes too. But he didn’t care about some piece of cloth.
━ I know.
Ghost was already soaked with blood of all the lives he ended miserably, but to be stained with something that belonged to you? That was something different. To him your blood could be the red wine that turns into the blood of Christ during each mass.
The lieutenant wrapped his arms around your back and kept one palm on the back of your head. Ghost caught the glimpse of your tired eyes and all he could see was himself. A reflection of sort, only a shard perhaps. When everything he had held dear to him – the dignity and humanity of Simon Riley, was taken away from him all those years ago, all he needed was a solace.
The man didn’t have to say much, you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to hear him pity you. But Ghost’s presence was enough, his warm and gentle touch made you feel somehow protected.
Perhaps it was the exhaustion causing you to melt into his embrace, because how could you feel any special, different from your teammates in his beautiful, dark eyes? He was your lieutenant for God’s sake.
Would he console the others if needed? Or maybe he sees you as weak? A fragile package that needs to be handled with care? Why was he so sympathetic with you of all the people?
You stopped thinking and sank into the feeling of his soft and clean shirt that covered the man’s sternum and chest. You brushed the idiotic thoughts away, because you deserved that kind of affection.
You deserved to be held close and to feel safe.
And in his arms it all became very real.
Even for a moment.
━ Come on, moppets ━ Price’s now calm voice, broke the heated thoughts and raging emotions as he got closer to them. ━ She needs to see a doctor.
A/N: The end of this fanfic has an open sort of ending so therefore I can write more comfort with Reader/Ghost in the bonus chapter if you would like to. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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You want the bad guy.
Phillip Graves x Fem Reader.
You're at a very private and elegant party, but you're bored, looking at everybody until a certain guest comes to make you change your opinion about this evening.
Warning: maybe some violence, grammatical and spelling errors.
Your boyfriend insisted you need to attend this event, his family is very famous, he will be the next one to own the familiar company so he's trying to prove he's capable of handling the responsibilities.
It has been a long evening, you're wearing a long light rose dress and high heels, walking around the saloon, smiling graciously, trying to memorize as many names as possible, your feet hurt a lot but you're trying your best to support your boyfriend, but you really need fresh air, you delicately squeezed your boy's arm to not interrupt his conversation with some stranger.
- Honey, I think I need some fresh air.
- Oh, yes, Go ahead darling, anyway I was telling you...
You sighed and walked to the closest window, a waitress with a tray full of champagne glass cups offered you one that you instantly accepted.
The fresh air is helping you a lot, it's a warm spring evening to wear that stupid dress, but your boyfriend insisted, you would rather be at home or Walking at the beach than here.
Breathe in, breathe out, eyes closed, just you and the fresh air on your face and the taste of champagne on your lips.
- Good evening... Pardon me, young lady, Do you mind if I join you? I just need some air, it's too warm here.
You didn't open your eyes just nodded.
-Are you someone's date or simply another guest?
You sighed, goodbye to your peaceful moment, you opened your eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from.
- I'm...
Woah, who is this man, you haven't seen him before in these parties, definitely a new face, he's a very attractive stranger, wearing grey smoking, black shoes, no tie, the perfect mix between elegant and casual enough for an event like this. You didn't respond, you were too busy staring at him, from head to toe.
- Is everything ok? Do you like the view?
- all good, sorry, I'm y/n, it's just... I have never seen you before Mr.?
- Graves, Phillip Graves. You have a beautiful name, Y/n.
- Thank you so much, Sir.
- Oh there's no need for such formalities, feel free to call me by my name.
You were going to say something else until your boyfriend's voice joined the conversation. His arm around your waist, he never grabbed you so tight before.
- Graves. What are you doing here?
- Connor, I'm a guest at this event, your parents were too kind to invite me.
Your boyfriend smiled falsely at him.
- I see, well, I suppose you already met my Girlfriend.
- For sure, the most precious lady of the night.
- Y/n, Graves works for the army, killing people for money, a very fancy job.
He was trying to make Graves uncomfortable, such a pathetic try. Graves smiled kindly at both of you.
- Every person has his own opinion about his job Connor, for example, you say I'm just a murderer but in my opinion, while you're just posing for magazines saying you're the future of your parent's company and organizing these stupid events, I risk my life to make the world better or at least to make my own world better.
Your boyfriend's blood was boiling. Graves was savouring his little victory.
- oh well, you're totally right man, I guess everything is about perspective. Did you come alone or is there someone accompanying you?
- I'm alone at the moment, maybe by the end of the night I will go home with a beautiful woman walking by my side.
He looked directly at you, You blushed and smiled at him, your boyfriend looked at you and kissed your cheek.
- Well, I wish you luck with that, we still have some other guests to attend, enjoy the evening.
- it was a pleasure to meet you Graves.
- Pleasure was all mine my dear.
Your boyfriend literally dragged you with him, he was angry, both walked were his parents where.
- Can you explain to me what he is doing here?
- Connor, leave the past behind, he's a gentleman and also one of our most important investors now. We need him to be happy.
You don't understand why he's so mad but you wouldn't ask, he looked at you with dead eyes and held your forearm, hard enough to leave a mark, both walked out of the saloon.
- What did he say to you?
- Nothing, he just introduced himself.
- Don't you dare to lie to me Y/n...
- Ouch! You're hurting me, babe, leave my arm. I swear he didn't say anything else.
He finally loosened your arm, he didn't even apologize, he just fixed his tie and hair, looking at his reflection in a window.
- Let's go back inside, don't you dare to leave my side, I don't want you to be alone with him...
He noticed some tears on your face, he sometimes acts too violent with you.
- Don't cry y/n you will ruin your make-up! Don't make me more angry huh, you don't want to make me mad, Don't you?
You just neglected with the head.
-Fine, you have 5 minutes to recover.
he walked inside and you stayed there, fixing your makeup, hair and went back to the party, once there you stayed behind him all night, feeling Graves eyes on you, he was observing every curve of your body, your face, your lips, the deep neckline of your dress, you're not uncomfortable, there's something about the way he looks at you that makes everything more... Enjoyable. Maybe you couldn't be close to him, but your boyfriend never said anything about flirting.
You were walking around in a very seductive and slow catwalk, the way you're holding your glass, the way you bite a chocolate covered strawberry, how some juice of the fruit is running through your lips, it's too much, Graves couldn't be away from you anymore, you weren't intending to make him approach you, you were simply enjoying the attention he was giving you.
- Connor, your girlfriend looks a little bit bored here, will you allow her to dance with me?
Your boyfriend's face was in flames, he couldn't be rude and said no in front of the group of people who he was talking to, so he simply nodded.
Graves didn't waste time, he took your hand softly and guided you to the dance floor, once there, his hand was now resting on your waist, your bodies were too close, you were avoiding his eyes, just enjoying the slow music on the background.
- What's wrong little one, you've been flirting all night and now you're too quiet and distant.
- We shouldn't be doing this. He's not happy.
- Why not? It's just a dance darling.
- Why does he hate you?
- Your boyfriend is a jerk, during our teenage years we were like friends and enemies, always competing. I'm clearly better than him tho.
- Are you? How can you be so sure?
- I'm sure I am, just to start to compare us. I wouldn't hurt such a beauty like you, don't think I didn't notice your forearm, or your eyes. You cried. He's too idiot, not good enough for you.
You were going to leave, but he made you spin and then captured you between his arms once more and whispered in your ear.
- Y/n, I'm sure I'm not wrong, you want adventures, adrenaline, passion, love, you want the kind of man who would burn the entire world just to see you smile. And Connor... Well, he's nothing like that.
You stayed in silence, you know he's right, your boyfriend possesses money and luxury but he's certainly not the man you believed he was.
You always dreamt of the kind of man who would protect you as if you were the most delicate and precious diamond, the bad guy who would kill for you, die for you, he would risk all he has, just for you. That's what you wanted. What if Graves is this man? Before you could say something the song was over, Phillip and you went back to where your boyfriend was.
- Thank you Connor, she's a gem.
He shook his hand with your boyfriend and before leaving, he looked back at you.
- Oh! And Y/n, think about what I said, ok?
The night continued peacefully, so peacefully that it scared you. You and your boyfriend were saying goodbye to some guests, both were out of the saloon once again, you started to walk inside when your boyfriend pulled you by the hair and crashed you against a wall.
- Do you think I'm playing or that I'm stupid enough to not notice how you've been offering yourself to that cunt, huh?!
- Baby, you're hurting me, stop, please, I don't know what you're talking about.
- You don't know? I'll make sure you know what I'm talking about.
He was going to hit you, but before he could have slapped you, Graves stopped him.
- if I were you, I would leave the lady in peace, unless you want a broken arm... Or a bullet in your head. Maybe your girl can decide that, don't you think?
Graves was twisting your boyfriend's arm, making him almost crying in pain.
- Y/n... make him stop. Baby, help me.
You looked at Graves and then your boyfriend, there's no fear in your eyes this time, Graves was right, your boyfriend is just an idiot. He doesn't deserve someone like you, he's not what you want.
- Phillip... Leave him, Please.
He did what you said, he let him free. You looked at your boyfriend and simply said «we're done, I'm leaving you», you walked to Grave's side and took his hand. Both turned out and started to walk, when you heard the distinguish sound of a gun's lock.
Your boyfriend was pointing at you, he wasn't right with the idea of losing, and losing you, was frustrating enough.
The sound of a gun shooting was heard in the parking lot and close to the principal door of the saloon was a man's body.
- I warned you to not hurt her or I would make you pay for it.
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A Shadow Company Visit (pt.3)
Can be read as a standalone.
Pairing: Commander Philip Graves x Reader & Shadow Soldiers
Summary: What happens when you show the Shadows the newest addition to the company? (plus task force 141).
Warnings: 1000+ words, a bit of overprotective themes, mentions of anxiety and children, light teasing.
A/N: okay... this should be the last of my kinda headcannons... for now lol. no mentions of pregnancy.
Masterlist | Taglist | edited.
A Shadow Company Visit Series
(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4)
you are here
↳ The entire headquarters is silent as they all stare at their commander in a mix of shock, awe and them overwhelming excitement as they all cheer for their new sibling
↳ Graves shares a video of the event with you later that night in bed while holding your frame against his chest, smiling softly while moving your hair out of your eyes as feels you giggle and kick your feet slightly in reaction
↳ The once tension throughout the base from your missing appearance was replaced with ease as Graves returned to work the next day; thankful as ever- the ER Tent had never seen so much popularity than it did then
↳ When the child arrives and all the documentation if filled. Graves takes some time away from the Shadow Company; much to the Shadows disappointment yet understanding of the situation and leaves a board of commanding officers in charge
↳ You take leave from your work as well; all hands are on deck as you watch Graves run around and turn the house baby-proof as you struggle to console the crying child, the stressed retired K9 you both rescued and build the rocking chair; Chaos to say the least...
↳ Yet as the weeks and months go on; you both find enough rhythm within this new family dynamic to somewhat return to your jobs. You decided to turn your job completely online for the rest of the year and do your work from home
↳ Some days, Philip begs for you to take a day away with him to the company since you're other 500 shadow children miss you as well... guilt starting to eat you alive; you agree to a nanny for the day as you hop into the black company truck
↳ Going through an all too familiar gate with ease, Philip glances other at your laughing- reminiscing form, his hand holding your thigh as he drives and later parks the vehicle
↳ Walking around the other side he helps you down as you make your way throughout the complex, giving your hellos and hugs back to everyone; large smiles spread across everyones faces; happy to have you back (snacks and band-aids much appreciated)
↳ While taking a break in the office, Philip makes a few too many jokes on having a 2nd child already as you glare at his head and mention back to the 500 other shadow children that need both of your attention as well
↳ You both hear footsteps run down the hallway from the doorframe as you both shake your heads at their childish antics
↳ As your baby turns into a toddler and grows throughout the years. You both decide to finally bring them on base for a small tour... all the Shadows coo lovingly at them in Philips arms; he holds them with pride against the uniform as their small hands grasp at the patches
↳ The child goes through parts of the obstacle course and everyone cheers encouragements as you hold them through it. Philip waits at the end of the course and gives them a sticker badge while setting them atop his shoulders, tickling the bottoms to their shoes as you snap a picture of the scene
↳ You feed everyone at the cafeteria and everyone rushes over with napkins as the child spills their cup and worries about you catching a cold from the cool liquid seeping into your shirt
↳ You end up switching into one of Philips deployment shirts, a blue-button-up after he complains about investors looking at you too long.
↳ Nearing the late afternoon, you place earcovernings over the child and your head as you show them all the aircraft that they look at with wonder; a little pilot we have here, you think to yourself- not noticing that you said to aloud as a hum of approval is sounded from behind you both
↳ Taking the child in arms quickly, you hide them behind your frame as Shadows rush over, noticing your distressed state from a distance. Another fumbles for a phone to contact their commander in a moments notice if needed
↳ Yet once you see that it is only Laswell and the 141 task force, you way your hand as everyone stands at ease once more and returns to their duties, taking the time to ensure your safety in the hanger before leaving fully
↳ Laswell rushes up, her baby fever hitting an all time high as she uncharacteristically giggles while holding out her finger for them to wrap their hand around and squeal in reaction
↳ Soap jokingly covers his ears and Price smacks him upwards upon the back of his head. Simon gives you a sincere yet short congratulations from behind the mask; you see his eyes crinkle at the child in your arms as Gaz rushes over and asks to hold the little one
↳ While handing them over as Gaz places them on his back, airplane style and moving thew through the hanger, giggles echoing through the lofted space as you, Laswell and the Captain catch up (Ghost and Soap look at one another and the baby multiple times; you make no comments to this small observation)
↳ You hear a Shadow call the appearance of your partner from an approaching vehicle as it stops and they all stand to attention; he moves towards you smiling and then it falling when he notices the child missing in your arms and instead within Gaz's, "Don't drop my kid Kyle, I promise you that I'll burry your ass if you do so"
↳ "I'm not as cruel as you on a good-day can be Graves" Kyle responds back with vice; further covering the child's ears over the headphones and you mouth a thank you in their direction from the small yet welcomed action
↳ You pull on Philips tactical vest to give him a kiss on the cheek as a distraction against him building a rebuttal, he places an all too familiar hand across your lower back; tension throughout the group is apparent as the child is returned into your arms, resting their head against your shoulder as they mumble tired into your skin as you rock their frame gently against your body
↳ You step out of Philips hand as you use your other once to provide hugs to the visiting members and offer smiles once again. Whispering a last apology to them all as you step out with the sleeping child; moving towards the car parked outside
↳ As you step into the vehicle you watch as Philip gives out strict commands to your driver to safely transport you both back home; the Shadow nods confidently back- they would never risk your or their siblings safety; no matter the cost and that was an answer their commander loved to hear as they patted them on their shoulder and steps back into the hanger to further address he guests on the next mission
↳ You watched as Philip confidently strut his way across the pavement while rubbing the back of your child's back; a smile finding its way across your features once more, the child sighing happily in your arms as you relaxed against the leather seats. You hoped that life would continue to go this way, together as one large (and slightly dysfunctional) shadow company family
↳ the car stops and a message echos throughout the interior of the vehicle quietly, purposefully trying not to awake the child, "we have arrived"
╰┈➤ A/N: And that is part 3 completed! (and maybe the finish to this series) what did you all think of it all? :)
A Shadow Company Visit Series
(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4)
you are here
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Warnings(?) for smooches and bitings
I’ve gathered another 10 for a doodle post
Gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille !!!
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Phillip Graves, your handsome, friendly neighborhood asshole, has had his eyes on you from the moment you moved next door.
He helped you move in, of course. Helped you get situated, meet your other neighbors, and if there was anything that needed fixin', he was there to lend a hand. Or two.
Bastard's slicker than a can of oil; he has something up his sleeve, you feel it in your bones, but it's that smile. It's the goddamn smile, the southern drawl when he says howdy and calls you darlin', and most importantly, it's the barbecue.
The fucking barbecue.
He calls it the Gravepit. His underground barbecue pit and the place where he makes magic happen. The first time he invited you over, you swore he put crack in his food, it was so damn good, but Graves laughed it off and said he had the magic touch. All while his eyes bore into yours. Intensely. And he sent you on your way with leftovers to last the next couple days.
The next couple of times he had you over, he needed you to be his taste tester. Don't know what for, his food is always delicious, but you accepted because free food and good company when in reality, it's because Graves wanted to sus you out and plan his next moves accordingly.
And when he got the intel he wanted, realized that you were, in fact, as attracted to him as he was to you—no need to fight it, darlin'—Graves made his move. With the barbecue.
The fucking barbecue.
Long story short, he invited you over to sit and eat with him one Saturday afternoon. It started out with talking, talking turned into flirting, and flirting turned into you bent over the couch while he fucked you savagely from behind. And god, you felt better than everything he dreamed and stroked himself to, darlin'.
And that evening, when you were well and truly fucked, Graves fed you. Good, slow-cooked meat with all the fixins. Didn't send you on your way with leftovers this time. Hell no. Graves was gonna fuck and feed you until the cows came home, darlin'.
Told you he had the magic touch.
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Alastor Shadow 🍓
I swear when I draw him like this in quick bursts he looks so different from how I would normally draw him
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Shadow Milk looks so done with Pure Vanilla, like he’s the EX who’s not impressed by your new one.
“My my, handsome/beautiful! I didn’t know that you’d get yourself hooked with such a BORE!”
“Is this LIAR really who you left me for?”
“If I had known you’d get with the next cookie bearing my virtue and riddling your head with lies, I’d have escaped that cage LONG AGO!”
“How about the others, my dear? Hm? Have they been cast aside by these liars you’ve gotten yourself with?
“Have they corrupted your head with their foul IDOICY that made you forget who your REAL loves are?”
“Leave them alone! If they don’t wish to be with you or the other Beasts, it is their decision to make!”
“HA HA HA! You think you’re better than ME?! I’ve seen their purest smiles! Their happiest of moods! It’s only when those ROTTEN WITCHES got in the way…that you decided to take my place….”
“May you burn up in the oven as I’ll have Y/N Cookie in my arms….!”
“You’re not getting by me.”
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