Jan 24, 2023
shadow creature graves bothering price while he's working because he's just a mischievous little man
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shadow creature graves bothering price while he's working because he's just a mischievous little man
Shadow Creature Graves seems like a gremlin. He takes things and hides them. He took Ghost's mask and hid it in Soap's room to stir up trouble. Everyone is getting annoyed and ask Price to deal with it
hopefully the formatting looks ok :<
experimenting with short writing stories, wrote this in class LMFAOO
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Price was already having a bad morning.
His coffee mug was constantly being moved everytime he placed it down, and he always heard a faint giggling from the action. Gaz had complained to him that the sugar and salt were mixed up and ended up with sugar on his eggs. Alex had also complained that he found plastic spiders scattered across the bathroom. Now, Ghost and Soap were arguing amongst themselves, supposedly about Ghost’s mask missing and was conveniently in Soap’s room, and everyone near was well beyond annoyed to some degree.
Of course, Price knew who was the real culprit, he wasn’t stupid and had put up with Graves’ antics before but now he was messing with everyone else. Graves could be anywhere at any time so Price couldn’t exactly just track him down and confront him about it. He would like to take care of the issue when it first started but instead, he found a peculiar black fluffy cat resting by an open window in his office, the sun’s orange rays sinking into the fur. Its eyes opened at the sound of his footsteps, staring at Price with a mischievous glint in its eyes.
With a sigh, Price placed down some files he had in his hand on the table, “fun morning today?”
The cat’s whiskers raised before sitting up and disappearing into a cloud of black mist, the fog disappearing to reveal a blonde man with a scar on his left cheek. On his head, neatly sat a pair of black hazy antlers and twin black deer ears on either side of his head. There Graves sat in the open window frame, a smug smile across his lips.
“I had nothing to do while the base was asleep,” Graves smiled. “You know I can’t enjoy closing my eyes to rest as much as you humans do, Captain.”
Price’s lips straightened as he moved closer to the shadow creature, hearing the soft jingles of Graves’ tactical gear and gentle thuds as Price was sure the deer-like man’s tail was going for miles, “you know you could always do your little tricks on me, just would prefer if it wasn’t anyone else who was the victim.”
Graves frowned, “it’s getting boring around here, John. I don’t know what to do when the base is inactive.”
Price thought for a moment before gently grabbing one of Graves’ antlers and directing the man to look at him, “you know, you can always sleep with me, love. Stay in my bed until the sun rises.”
There was a stutter, a pause as Graves’ face took a moment to register before a blush appeared, his ears lowered with his face heated. Price chuckled, watching the shadow creature lose composure with the more rapid sound of equipment jingling from the back of Graves. The solid antler dissolved into mist while Graves moved his head away before reappearing as solid once it was no longer in Price’s reach.
“Sounds like a fair trade? Getting to lay with me until sunrise in exchange to no longer mess with my crew?”
“Okay.”
“Good boy.”
“Shut up, John.”
“I think it suits you.”
“Shut up.”
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."
shadow creature graves since people are interested in my silly little creature :3c
he has a lot more work on him but the basic jest of him is that he's an immortal creature that lurks in the shadow
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.
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
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
May we get more shadow creature Graves lore please? 🙏
yeah!! i'm always excited to talk about sc!graves!!
graves appeared out of nowhere from what he says, he doesn't have a family, no parents, no relatives. the earliest memories he has is awakening in the darkest parts of a forest. the one and only of his kind, he's lived for many years and will continue, outliving a lot of his friends, teammates, and lovers.
there's only a few people he's come to convert into shadow creatures, the risk of killing someone he cares deeply about is always on his shoulders if he decides he does want someone to be in his life forever.
shadow creature graves, cannot die. no matter how hard he tries or anyone tries, he's immortal and will live until the end of time. going by different names and different faces, and going into long periods of hibernation, he does anything to conceal his immortality. never showing it to anyone unless he absolutely knows he can trust them, that he knows that he wouldn't be looked at any other way than a friend/lover.
extra points -
-shadow company has at least 4 shadow creatures in it
-graves can make his antlers, ears, and tail disappear at will
-graves is more inclined to use deer traits because that was the first animal that he had morphed into
-it takes a long time for shadow creatures to morph into an animal because it takes more than just looking at an animal to become one, it's a process of training and understanding animals