As time continued, days of rivalry passed, and teasing and insults were thrown... Yn and Gravess grew closer. She began to think he wasn't as annoying as she initially believed, and likewise.
One fateful day, Graves walked by the common area of the Shadow Company base. He looked over idly and spied Yn. He kept walking and then stopped, backpedaling as he saw she had a notebook in hand. He steadily and sneakily slipped into the room behind the couch she sat upon. He paused a moment as he peered over her shoulder as she moved a pen over the paper. All of the sudden, he gasped at what he saw. Yn jumped. "Ah-! What-?! What the fuck-? Graves? The hell do you want-??" Graves giggled mischievously, peering at her as she slammed the notebook shut. "you were writing poetry, weren't you? That's adorable.." he kept giggling, as cheeky as a man can be.
Yn blinked and frowned, a deep seated glare creasing her brow as warmth crawled up her cheeks in embarrassment. "No. Of course I wasn't why would I be?" she scoffed. He laughs and shakes his head, "such B.S. I don't believe that for a second. I know what I saw. What was it titled, "Author", or somethin'? You ain't slick." He snickers. Yn rolls her eyes with an irritated groan. "Shut the hell up." Graves hummed, "Hmm... No.", and then he flicked her forehead and snatched the notebook, opening it up. "Hey! What the fuck! Give that back!" She shouted, hopping off the couch and jumping to get the notebook as he played keep away and held it up where she couldn't reach it. "Nope! Let's see..." Graves cooed cheekily, beginning to read the poem aloud. "No! Stop it!" She called, leaping up to try and reach the book.
"Author"
She lept again for the book, cursing at him.
"I am an author,
And today I wish to write.
However, it seems to me,
I suffer a blockage, a plight." He read.
"Stop!" She called trying to grab his arm.
"On a dreary night? No..
A sunny day? No!
That's just not right!
My thoughts are out of sorts today."
She missed again.
"I need you to inspire,
To make these blank pages pop!
I need the words to flow,
I need them to never stop!"
He spun to get her off of him, and stepped back as she growled.
"And so I long for that muse,
One which would clear my head,
For that I'd make great use,
And write easily instead."
She leapt and he dodged.
"Wait.. That's it!
The muse I long to meet!
A story of perfection,
And the most admirable feat.."
She missed.
"My dear I'll paint a picture,
With the words of our tale.
I will make a world worth living in,
But it's just for us, and I will not fail."
She missed.
"I will steal pages from other books,
Take events in others life story,
I will paint our world in adoration,
And lead our way to victory."
Missed.
"A downfall of a king,
And a rise of a queen,
A girl who loves to sing,
And a monstrous creature that can't be seen!"
Missed..
"The ideas,
they flow like magic,
The story triumphant,
The story tragic!"
Missed...
"Filled with sappy love stories,
And bitter gorey details,
Depictions of butterfly kisses,
And descriptions of bloody entrails."
Missed...
"I am an author,
And this is my tale,
I throw out all cliché,
For those ideas have gone stale."
She huffed and glared as she quit trying to grab it.
"Creativity struck my mind tonight,
For I finally found my muse!
While I haven't met them yet,
They seem to light my fuse!"
She crossed her arms, cheeks red in anger and irritation. "Are you fucking happy..?" She growled. Graves paused as he skimmed it once more, closing the book. "..uh..." He began, cracking a smile. "Yeah.. Actually... It's uh.. That was fucking great.." He chuckles, handing it back to her. She snatched it from him and glared once more, brow pressed and face flushed from the ordeal. She frowned and turned with a huff. "Hey!" He called, grabbing her arm. "Why didn't you tell me you were so good at writing?? That was great-" she tugged her arm away, "Why wpuld it concern you?? I don't like you and you don't like me." She scoffed. Graves raised a brow, "I never said I didn't like you, ya know.", another scoff, "Yeah right." "no, no, I mean it! I didn't realize you were such a little poet.. That's.." He paused, words caught in his throat, "that's really cool-.."
She paused and tolted her head, narrowing her eyes and cocking a brow, "I'm sorry?"
YOU ARE READING
Digging your own Grave (Phillip Graves X Reader)
Fanfikce(DISCLAIMER, THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL CAMPAIGN STORYLINE, BUT WILL TAKE SOME INSPO FROM IT.) Betrayal, heartache, rivalry, danger, action. And a peculiar pair... (Fem reader)
