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i haven't posted since march? that's crazy... anyways,, here's me making fun of my teammates but make it cod related

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HEY YALL!!! sorry i've been stupidly busy raaugh but here is a old draft i have so enjoy :3c

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Warm light intruded into the room through open curtains. The room was quiet and settled for a minimalist aesthetic, soft chirps of birds could be heard outside as if they were greeting the sun’s early rise. The light’s rays reflected off of the wooden floor and spread itself through the window onto a bed of sleeping two, a plush white blanket settled on both figures.

Graves awoke with a small groan and shifted a bit to a more comfortable position on his stomach, hugging the pillow underneath him. He was content until he was suddenly very aware of another figure next to him with his senses recognizing soft snoring and a warm dip in the bed.

And then, he was suddenly very aware of another detail. This wasn’t his bed. The mattress was a little too hard to his liking, the pillow was rather naked with no pillowcase and the blanket was weighed as opposed to his usual soft cotton. He was also, naked. Graves used his arms to prop himself up and look around, the blanket falling off his shoulders and landing in the middle of his back. 

He leaned over and saw the sleeping man next to him. The brown hair short and cropped with a full well kept matching beard. Eyes closed and content. Graves’s face paled as he realized the sleeping mountain next to him.

Motherfucking Captain John Price of Task Force 141. 

Graves put two and two together and gently lowered his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, hoping that this was just some stupid prank that his mind had played on him. He estimated that 5 minutes have passed before opening his eyes again, seeing the same sight of Captain John Fucking Price sleeping next to him with his back faced towards him, naked, and softly snoring. Graves might as well put a gun to his own head and call it nighttime. This couldn’t be real. 

Graves then winced at a growing pressure in his head that quickly became worse with every passing second. It felt like a rubberband was tightly squeezing his head and he groaned and cursed as he tried to soothe the ever growing recognizable hangover that was starting to form. He rubbed his temples before sighing from frustrations as he started to connect the dots. How could he be so reckless and stupid? Sleeping with Captain— fucking— Price? All the while drinking at that stupid party at the bar with their respective teams? 

He felt the said figure shuffle next to him, making Graves flinch as Price groggily sat up. He looked over to Graves with a neutral expression, in which Graves was looking back at him with straightened lips and squinting eyes. Price then got up and stretched before disappearing into the bathroom.

Graves laid there, mouth agape. Maybe Price was just too tired to acknowledge that the Shadow Company’s Commander was in his bed, naked, looking confused, or maybe he just didn’t care? Graves could swear that he was, indeed, losing his mind. After a few minutes, Price walks out of the bathroom with a pair of shorts and a random shirt on and walked out of the bedroom with the door wide open. 

Yep, this was definitely some prank because there was no way that the Task Force 141’s Captain was just acting like this was some casual thing. With a sigh, Graves threw over the blanket and got up from the bed. Or at least, attempted to. He felt major soreness on his lower back and specifically between his legs. His ears reddened as he felt something slowly dripping out of him. Graves definitely knew that he wasn’t black out drunk last night. If he was, he wouldn’t remember the faded memories of… sleeping with Captain Price.

He very awkwardly reached the bathroom, and was immediately met with his reflection. His blonde hair was pointing towards every direction it could, and his cheeks and ears were red as he observed the numerous of, ahem, love bites over his neck and chest. Some on his legs and most notably doted on his inner thighs. 

Speaking of inner thighs, there was some white substances from the previous night before running down his leg. Graves swore that his face couldn’t get any more heated as he did his business and tried to clean up as much as possible. When he was done, Graves assumed that Price was cooking as he smelt something most similar to eggs and toast and the soft noises of a spatula hitting on a metal pan

 Graves put on his jeans from what he wore the night before and picked up a random shirt he found on the floor (most definitely Price’s but he pretended like he didn’t acknowledge that) and put it on, seeing how his own shirt was… somewhere in the house. He walked out of the bedroom, looking around in the hallway and seeing most of nothing. Just white colored walls. 

Graves walked towards the direction of the smell, seeing a small wooden table with four chairs next to the kitchen where Captain John Price stood over a stove, making eggs and toast was ready out to be taken out of the toaster. There was water boiling in a nearby kettle, and a half full bottle of orange juice resting on the tiled counters. Price detected the new presence and looked over, meeting Graves’s curious eyes. 

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Price greeted. 

“Mornin’,” Graves replied. 

Price moved to transfer the eggs onto a plate before cracking more eggs into the pan. Graves just watched, unsure what to do. Should he get his stuff and leave? Should he stay and pretend like he was most definitely not intruding into Price’s home? He was using the Captain’s shirt as temporary coverage for god sake. He wasn’t sure if he was already crossing a boundary. 

“Are you just gonna stand there like a deer in the headlights or are you gonna sit down so I can serve you breakfast?” Price asked while adding salt and pepper to the eggs as they sizzled. 

“Oh,” was all that Graves could mutter out then he awkwardly took out a chair from the table and sat in it. “Um, I’ll just—I’ll just sit down.”

God, Graves was just making an absolute fool of himself and he knew it. He just wanted to lay his head down on the table and forget about the world. He was sure that even if he did try to forget about the world, he would still be incredibly embarrassed with how he was acting right now. He was acting like a school girl who didn’t know how to act around her crush. Maybe even more awkward than that. His thoughts were interrupted when Price placed down a plate of two toast slices and two perfect sunny side up eggs that were companied with a fork.

“Do you want tea or orange juice?” Price asked as he went back to the kitchen and grabbed a random mug in the cabinet. 

“Orange juice,” Graves answered, “please.”

Price soon placed down a white mug that was full of orange juice on Graves’s side and then placed down his own plate along with his own mug that had a tea bag tail sticking out. It felt… domestic, to put it lightly. Of course, Graves has had his own fair shares of one night stands and experiences of hookup culture, and he was sure Price did too.

They were single adults afterall.

But Graves didn’t hookup with his coworkers or anyone in his work space, it was always his personal rule as things could get dicey. Price, on the other hand, was treating this like it was just as any other day and like he had not screwed the Shadow Company’s CEO’s brains out the other night and definitely (most definitely) made him scream his name. 

Graves’s ears turned red, remembering many of the details from last night. He decided to eat, maybe it would distract him enough to ignore the very, very, very unnerving silence between the two. It was tense, maybe only for Graves as Price seemed very collected as he just ate like it was a normal Sunday.

As Graves grabbed his mug to take a sip, Price spoke up, “how’s the hangover?”

“Mm,” Graves thought for a bit, “definitely a lot better than it was when I initially woke up.” 

“How are you feeling overall?”

“I feel fine. A little sore if anything,” Graves paused to drink from his mug before looking at Price. “What about you?”

“I feel alright,” Price said as he got up and put his empty plate in the sink and decided to rest there with his mug, enjoying the warmth of the soothing drink. 

Graves nervously rubbed his hands together, “can we forget this ever happened?”

The brunet looked at him, unsurprised, “if that’s what you want.” 

Graves nodded as he got up, “thank you for cooking me breakfast, I really appreciate it. I’m just gonna get my stuff and leave. I’ll see you whenever, Captain.” 

Price’s eyes followed Graves leaving the room wordlessly.

Graves made sure he had his stuff, wallet, keys, phone, before he put on his shoes and practically dashed out the front door. He walked a couple minutes away from the Captain’s house before calling someone to pick him up. One of his shadows soon came and picked up the commander. In which the shadow looked at Graves’s neck with a smug grin.

“Fun night?”

“Just drive.” 

“Yessir.”

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i love aus where graves is some sort of creature mmhmmgmgmgm <3

werewolf graves > @threehuskiesinatrenchcoat

mothman graves > @angstkings

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Obligatory check-in,

How is it going, hope you aren't too busy and have had a good weekend!

🧞 Anon~ x

thank u anon!! i'm doing okay and my schedule should be open for this week so hopefully i can get something out during this week <3

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yes, they will fight you

back to ur regularly scheduled graves bs <3 aka cat!graves

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back to ur regularly scheduled graves bs <3 aka cat!graves

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I feel a bit daft, but I want to double check if you are open to suggestions/requests?

Love your writing!

yes absolutely!! i think the asks i have right now are wonderful writing warmups/prompts so i encourage to have some more asks in my inbox <3 (though it may take me awhile since i'm a very busy person)

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Shadow Creature Graves and Captain Price

Price’s reaction to finding out how old Graves really is! Maybe with an explanation of Graves knowing he’s immortal and how he’s “tried to die” before

-Captain

this was so fun to write genuinely :3c warnings - graves talks about someone hurting him, not graphically but idk it's there and general talks of death (obv)

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It wasn’t a surprise to wake up early in the morning with the sun just barely rising. It was a part of Price’s job and he expected nothing less. There was a new addition to his routine that he’s been trying to adjust to, which was Graves. Though, the creature was nowhere to be found in the room. With a groan, Price got out of bed, as per usual, and did his morning routine that he has done for the many years. Make his bed, use the bathroom, brush his teeth, get dressed, exercise, shower, change out and go into his room for some downtime.

When Price got back to his room after finishing his cool down stretches, he was welcomed by the smell of savory food and his beloved little shadow creature eating a bowl of greens and vegetables whilst sitting on his bed. In front of Graves was a tray full of plates of sausages, eggs, bacon, and a cup of black tea.

Graves perked up, “oh, you’re back.”

“Good morning,” Price replied, placing the cup on the drawer and sat on the opposite end of Graves.

“I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but you already got out when I came back,” Graves said as he forked some lettuce in his salad.

“Should really get better at time management,” Price said playfully, grabbing his own plate and eating.

Graves pouted, “not my fault that I don’t keep track of time. It all becomes a blur when you get older.”

“Speaking of getting older, Soap’s birthday is next week.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, didn’t really notice until I checked my calender.”

Graves hummed, “how old is gonna be now?”

Price shrugged, “don’t know. I don’t really care to know as long as he’s still alive and breathing. Thinking about what kind of gift I’d give him.”

“I’m sure if you gave him a party popper he’d be delighted.”

“Maybe.”

There was a comfortable silence as utensils collided with their dishes. Price bite off a piece of slightly cold sausage before a question spawned in his mind.

“Now that we’re on the topic, how old are you?”

Graves laughed before answering, “I don’t know,”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know my age,” Graves shrugged. “Contrary to popular belief, we immortals don’t count the years on how old we are. Just know that I am older than you are. Much older.”

“Well, if you had to estimate what would be your number?”

“I don’t know, probably a couple centuries.”

“And you call me old,” Price joked before he took a bite out of his food.

Graves made a nonchalant gesture with his hands. “I just follow the script of what everyone else says,” he said with a smile.

“Immorality.”

“Yes?”

“What’s it like?”

There was a pause in Graves’ physical language. Then his eyes lowered down to his platter as if the vegetables were telling him something, digging deep into the history book of his mind. Price could feel the shift of the atmosphere in the air, silently hoping that he didn’t accidentally push a button he wasn’t supposed to. The last thing he needed was to worry about Graves when he had to go work in less than an hour.

“Paradise for humans is usually to live forever, but many don’t realize how double-edged the sword is,” Graves started. “Immortality is very traumatizing.”

“What’s your earliest memories?”

Graves placed down his platter on the tray, his hand brushing over his lips as his eyes drew themselves in a concentrated manner. There were a few beats of silence before Graves slightly perked up again.

“I remember being in a forest.”

Another beat of silence.

“Then I remember running away from a man. I don’t remember who he was or what he looks like but I remember— I remember I was running away because he knew what I was,” Graves’ turned his head slightly so his hand could lightly brush over the scar on his face.

Price intently watched Graves. The eyes of the creature in front of him looked so similar to ancient stars. Aged and refined with hints of eyebags and wrinkles around the end of the corners, but still beautiful as the day he had found them. Price studied him, wishing that deep down, he could capture this moment of how Graves looked despite the inappropriate topic that clashed the adoration of feelings.

“I got caught,” Graves said, lost in thought. Maybe a trance of looking through his memory. Price could only guess. Graves didn’t look smokey, but there was something hidden underneath that felt like there were chains and locks on it, keeping him out.

Graves’ hand then lowered down to his neck as he recalled events, “he tried to hang me. Tied me to a tree and left me there for a while. I don’t remember much, just remember that I hated the feeling of not being able to breathe and that it hurt like a bitch.”

Price could see scarring on his neck, something that was always covered by hoodies or his gear.

“And when he came back and realized that I was still alive, he made the noose tighter.” Graves tore himself away from the memory, blinking a couple of times before he shook his head lightly and smiled, “then Maurie found me and she was horrified. I mean, like, I don’t blame her, especially if there was this small kid just suffocating choking from a rope tied around his neck,” he forced a laugh.

“You’ve mentioned Maurie before,” Price said.

“I have?”

“Mhm. Talked about her briefly once.”

Graves hummed, “she taught me how to be human. I don’t know why she took me in or why she wanted to help me because she definitely knew what I was but she taught me how to pretend to be human. I vaguely remember she was worried about the bleeding from how bad the noose rubbed my skin raw, and how it might become infected.”

“Maybe because you were just a kid.”

“I was only what creature equivalent to human 12 year olds are.”

“You were still a kid.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“What did you do after she passed?”

Graves looked to the side, his hand reaching to his lips as his brows lowered. There was a moment of silence before he spoke, “I don’t exactly remember. I just remember it had something to do with water, found out I was immune to both suffocation and drowning.”

“Are you immune—”

“Yes.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. Tried everything whether by choice or not.”

Price paused, his platter of food on his lap felt out of place as Graves maintained eye contact, “by choice?”

“There’s not a lot to live for when you’ve already lived for everything,” Graves said calmly. “Don’t take it personal, Captain.”

Price felt estranged from Graves. The conversation he treated like it was simple everyday talk while Price was still wrapping his head around the many possible ways that Graves may have try to die. There were many ways that Price has seen people die, shootings, stabs, blood loss, suffocation, decapitation, burning, many more. It only brought more questions to his mind, especially if Graves knew many more than him.

“Did they hurt?” Price asked.

“Of course they did,” Graves shivered. “Broken bones, mangled limbs, severe burns, even having your head chopped off. Everything always hurts when you’re constantly conscious. Never gets any easier, just grows more familiar.”

“I’m sorry you have to—”

“Don’t.”

Price closed his mouth. He had already dug deep within Graves’ feelings and vulnerability. He knew he shouldn’t pry no matter how curious he was on the inside. The conversation landed on silence as Price continued eating as much as he could before he had to attend to his duties. Graves wasn’t upset, but rather looked calmer. Before the captain had to leave, he gave his creature a forehead kiss before leaving the room.

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What are you comfortable with writing?

i am very graves-centric at the moment! so anything related to him, such as the shadow creature au and solar system au, id be more than happy to write :3

my main pairing right now is price/graves, i'm willing to write soap/ghost (along with ghost/roach), alejandro/rodolfo (also a huge fan of alejandro/rodolfo/valeria) dunno anything other than that. if the prompt has a ship that i don't write but i find interesting enough i might do it

my favorite thing to write:

-falling in love/feelings realization

-hanahaki disease

-gifts as love language

-painfully oblivious characters

i will write:

-fluff

-angst

-hurt/comfort (vice versa)

-general fic

-violence

-major character death

-unhealthy relationships

-a/b/o (highkey a huge fan of alpha/alpha, alpha/beta and beta/omega dynamics)

-reincarnation

i will write IF the prompt is intriguing enough:

-smut

-betrayal

-suicide fics

-enemies to lovers

i will NOT write:

-rape/non-con

-genderbents

-pregnancy

-cross over fics (nothing against them, just can't write them myself)

-time loop

-torture

-children (anything involving kids or the main cast turned into kids, if it's not used for a brief moment or an important moment of a character, i simply won't write it)

of course, some things are bound to change!! if you have any questions about anything or something that isn't on here, please do send an ask and i'll answer as fast as i can !!

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I need Price being very injured and how Shadow Graves reacts. I am begging, on my knees, i want to know how he handles his very mortal boyfriend being hurt

- Captain

hello fellow captain!! this isn't proofread at all but i hope you enjoy it to ur standards :3c

also!! slight trigger warning, there's some graphic descriptions on injuries so be aware <3

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“I’ll stop loving you when I die.” A phrase that Graves has always heard through his years of loving and living.

It was no surprise that Price had said it to him. He was a human in love with an immortal being, Graves knew that Price knew that. Their difference of life and quality played more of a role which was what Graves was anticipating. He was transparent in what the captain was getting into when they got together, Price knew the deal. Graves heard it many times, and even with Price saying it, the phrase didn’t hold any meaning to him, as much as he wished it did. 

Graves gave a small smile. “Okay Price.”

It was a simple memory that played in his mind, overlapping the many other times his partner at the time had told him something similar. He anticipates when he's going to leave Price as he's done with many other lovers. Letting them live the rest of their life with someone just like them or die with a memory of a monster with human skin. This time, it was different. Price knew that Graves was immortal, unlike his past lovers. Graves doesn't have any motive to leave, at least, until Price is at his last breath. 

But, Graves doesn't want to watch Price suffer. He may be immune to death, but he wasn't immune to emotions. No matter how numb he may feel at times, Price brought out more humanity in him than he initially thought he had. 

So, when Graves found Price slumped over on a nearby abandoned building, he was at a loss for words. Unsure of what the situation was. As much as Price protested that Graves shouldn't follow him on missions, he still does. Watching from the shadows of what the captain was doing, making sure he was okay before promptly leaving and checking back in later. It was easy with shadow traveling, something that Graves always took advantage of. He can easily hide in the shadows so as to not interfere with his lover's mission. 

Graves solidified out of the shadows, the sun had already set and left the sky with a cold grey-light blue. His steps were always quiet, but that didn't stop the grass from shifting underneath him. Next to Price were bodies of armored soldiers, bloodied and definitely dead. Price jumped at the sound of the grass shifting, pointing his handgun immediately towards the sound, but soon his eyes softened at the familiar sight of the shadow creature that he knew and loved. He lowered his gun and relaxed against the broken concrete of the building. Graves’ eyes squinted as he looked at his lover.

Where was Price's hat? 

Price would've stood up by now and greeted him. Maybe he was tired. He looks tired, by the looks of the dark circles underneath his eyes he was busy, Graves concluded. The shadow creature walked towards the hat-less man, crouching down to eye level to see Price's condition better. 

"Hello love," Price greeted, giving him the softest eyes that Graves adored. 

"Hey," the shadow creature replied. 

Graves observed the human, seeing how heavy his chest was rising and lowering. Graves doesn't know much about humans in general, but he knows that's unnatural. Where was his radio? Price's beard was also unkempt, messy. Made sense since he was on a solo mission for a few days, but it placed a need for Graves to fix it, strangely enough. His hair as well, despite being short-cropped, there were small spikes of hair in every direction. 

Cold. 

The first word that popped into Graves’ mind as Price’s hand cupped the side of his face. His hands were chilling on his skin. Why were they cold as he was? Humans aren’t cold. Graves knew that. Price was as warm as the sun but now it was more akin to the icy nights of Antarctica. Humans aren’t cold. Price’s hand was also red, his handprint being highlighted by a dark crimson. Why was his hand red? Why was he cold? Graves' eyes wandered to torn up fabric surrounded by dark red as it answered his questions. Underneath the fabric was a deep crimson cut that led across Price's abdomen, a gutting almost. The incision was akin to the ocean if it was red instead of blue, dark and deep that Graves couldn't see anything but blood. 

Graves could feel his physical form slip away, being a dark smokey mist that he knew all too well. His emotions weren't there, feeling a familiar void, but it seemed like his body was already aware of the sudden change of his mind. Graves saw many red patches over Price's clothes and armor of his opponents' blood, if Graves had to guess. Then, he saw slash marks on Price's calf, so deep that the skin would look like they were overlapping each other if put together again. 

For the first time in a long time, Graves felt unsure. Price was far away from any nearby medical attention, he couldn't travel with Graves, and Graves couldn't travel in shadow with anything that wasn't made by him. He knew that if he were to go for help, Price might die younger than expected from the blood loss by the looks of it. 

"Do you have anything that can help stop the bleeding?" Graves asked. 

He knew it was a stupid question. It was impulsive. Emotion-based. A human trait that he clinged onto for something akin to hope. If Price did have the materials to bandage himself up, he would already have and continue with his mission or retreat somewhere more safer. 

"No," Price replied, just as Graves predicted.

Graves' fingertips felt so light as they smoked into the air.

Graves placed his hand over Price's hand that was still cupping his face, feeling Price's blood paint the side of his face as Graves watched helplessly. There was no end of time. There was an end to life, however. Graves knew perfectly well how fragile humans were, how rough and tough they are, how fragile and tragic they can be. Whatever they want to be, they will set themselves to be. 

So why did he feel so cheated out by something like God? A cruel joke by a man that Graves knew was just human figment, but it brought strange comfort to him. 

"I'm sorry," Graves spoke shakily, unsure of what he meant. Why was he shaking? 

Even with having to readjust his hand every once in a while as they phased through Price's own, Price still gave him those soft eyes through his uneven eyelids that Graves found fondness in, "it's okay, Love." 

The shadow creature swallowed down a lump in his throat, his mind unsure if this was the right path. Was anything the right path if he had to do it over and over again? His mind raked if he should let Price let go, or if he should take the risk of turning him into what he was in love with. He let go of Price's hand, and watched at the other's hand slowly drop. 

With a heavy tongue, Graves spoke, "would you like to live forever with me?" 

"This may be the only lifetime I meet you," Price replied, "I want to be with you in every lifetime and see the generations pass by in your eyes." 

"It will be a painful process. You may not even live." 

"That'll be okay. You could at least say you tried." 

Graves could feel himself turn smokey with every word, the bittersweetness bit at his skin. He didn't want the risk of killing Price, but he also didn't want to lose Price so early. Graves just nodded as he gave a sorrowful look, hoping for the best but anticipated the worse. He grabbed Price's knife, and placed the sharp blade on his palm. With a deep breath in, he sliced open his hand. He grunted at the sharp pain shooting through his body, he saw the familiar almost black crimson seep from the gash. 

Graves hovered his cut hand over Price's abdomen, watching the blood fall into the open gash. He hissed as he squeezed his palm for more blood before retracting his hand once he was satisfied. 

"I'm sorry beforehand," Graves said. 

"I know." 

"You may not even live." 

"I know." 

Graves cupped his lover's face, rubbing his thumb over the cold cheek, "sleep well, John." He gave the deadman a kiss on the forehead. 

Price only gave him the tiniest bit of a smile as he watched Graves disappear into the shadows. 

Graves was glad to see Price still be breathing when he came back to check on him 3 days later. Of course, he wasn't in the best condition. The fever had started, and Graves could see Price's heavy breathing getting worse. As much as he wanted to help, he knew he shouldn't. It could slow down the turning process and even worse, kill Price faster. Not to mention that Price wasn't exactly in a comforting area, he got into the inside of the abandoned building and was spending his nights there with limited supplies. Price's injuries were also deeply infected, which was what Graves wasn't too surprised about and hoped that his shadow curse would heal them properly. 

When the first week was over, Graves was surprised to see Price still alive. He didn't cling onto hope though, he knows that. He had felt Price's temperature be inhumanely high and pity settled in his chest as Price had started coughing and occasionally had shivers run through his body. The infections on his injuries weren't getting any better, but they also weren't getting any worse. It was always uncomfortable watching the turning happen and the end product was a gamble of comfort or loss. There was no doubt that one was more favorable than the other, but it should be predicted for things to go wrong. 

The second week had rolled out, Graves was ready to feel disappointment. Preparing himself to see a dead body with black ink-like blood from the corpse. Surprisingly, he didn't see that. In fact, he felt a small spark of something as Price was still alive. He was still very much suffering under his body breaking itself apart to become something entirely new but he was still alive. His fever didn't go down, and perhaps went up, his chills got worse and his coughing sounded awful. The coughs were always followed up by grunts of pain that brought sharp pins through Graves. Nothing he could do just yet. 

The third week felt like a blessing, Price was still breathing. His fever mellowed down, his coughs didn't get any better but his chills seemed to be minimal. Graves had come in to check in, seeing his lover in a better state, he felt warm inside. A spark of joy. The infections on his injuries were actually healing, not rotting off like Graves predicted. If he had to guess, they would probably leave some scars but that's about it. He gently lifted Price's head onto his lap and stroked his hair, trying to tame the small wildness of brown hair.

"I'm sorry," Graves said, again, unsure of his own words. 

Price didn't react. Still much in a coma of unruly flu symptoms that Graves wish weren't so painful on the ones he loved the dearest. There was nothing he could do but wait until Price's fever dropped. 

On the final day, Graves came in the earliest of the day, hoping to catch Price waking up and seeing him be okay. And he did. 

Price opened his eyes with a squint, straining his eyes as he tried to readjust to the early rise of the sun. He rose up from the hard concrete ground with crackings of joints, he stretched to his hearts content before the feeling of uncertainty came upon him. He felt lighter and colder. His body still running chills through him as his mind felt uncomfortable with the sudden temperature drop. His hand brushed over what used to be a deep gash on his stomach, and was now just a mere scar. He looked at his calf which was also just a scar, just much deeper and distorted his calf a bit. 

He was fully intact. 

Price looked over to a familiar figure standing in the opening of the abandoned building, a smile on his face and a very familiar fishing hat in one hand. Graves looked content, pleased, and very glad to see Price alive, well somewhat alive. He looked happy. 

Graves had a smile plastered on his face, seeing the black scleras and Price's hands fading to black just like his own, it was better than success. It was a deep fear that was now pulled out of his brain like a carrot, he didn't have to be afraid of losing his man to time and morality. 

"Hey, Love," Price greeted with a gravelly voice. 

"Welcome back, Loverboy," Graves greeted back, walking over to the captain. 

Graves wrapped his arms on Price's shoulders, placing the fishing hat on the man before he brought them close so that their lips could touch, "I missed you." 

"I missed you too." 

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Any lore pertaining to who he turned and when?

Has anyone hes turned ever tried to leave once he turned them? Do the others know?

technically, yes and no

if we're talking about a general group of people, yes! there is lore, but around individual characters? no. of course, there's only shadow company members that he has turned. which, are people he's known before shadow company was even a thing. they're more of his family than anything else, staying by his side since they've been turned into a shadow creature.

also yes! there have been people who have tried to leave him. either by the trauma of immortality that caused them to end their own life brutally, or graves brutally ending theirs if they were traitors to him and his family, such as trying to out them on being a monster.

if you're asking if the other shadow creatures know about other previous turned people left because of some reason, yes. they're very aware. they're not afraid of graves because they trust him very dearly, but they know that they can die at his hands if they were to be backstabbers. they also know they can die at their own hands or other people despite the immortality. they're immune to time but not the hands of brutality.

if you're asking if the 141 know about shadow creatures, no. they know that graves is definitely not human but they aren't aware that there are more shadow creatures. graves wants to keep their identities safe as possible, especially being so close militia and the government.

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Can I ask for some Shadow!Graves content

or the Sun/Moon au hcs/content, I'm really interested in your au o////o

yes you can!! im gonna talk abt the solar system au since its less known and i wanna talk more abt them :3c

the au goes as price as the sun, shepherd as the moon, the 141 (and possibly alejandro and rodolfo) as the collection of planets (though i haven't fully developed them yet), graves as the (commander of) stars. the au is more leaning towards royalty as price's role is more akin to a universal king and graves is just some servant under the second powerful ruler.

they're basically a personification of the solar system, i dont have much art of them but i do have small sketches of them!

graves is a commander of stars (his shadow company in this au), he's in debt with the moon, shepherd. hence why when the moon comes out in the night, stars appear.

price is a newly positioned sun ruler, and he catches graves' attention during the ceremony of when price gets his position.

however, graves know he shouldn't get distracted from his duties and he just watches from afar. he notices that price is a flawed ruler (being careless, not exactly confident, not knowing how to dress correctly for certain events, etc.) and tries to helps price to be a better ruler as much as he can, or more like when shepherd doesn't need his presence. price then learns that graves isn't even supposed to be helping him because it puts him im danger from shepherd.

there isn't much development of this au since its fairly new but i would love to write/draw more of this au once i have the time :')

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forbidden bride

tmw ur immortal and u cant really marry anyone without some form of consequences so when ur partner mentions marriage u change the topic bc ur going to outlive them and ur secret that ur immortal will actively show

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cat graves for fun :3c (ft. shitty drawings of shadows)

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an eternity without me

some shadow creature graves content :3c and some insight in lore kinda? it's very scuffed and it's not at all completed in terms of lore but its ok

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can y'all watch him while i go smoke