Forever and Always.
Requested: Percival Graves imagine where the reader has a nightmare and he makes her feel better
Requested by: The wonderful @groovykidlady I’m sorry it’s not longer!
Word Count: 1707
Your whole life you’d been able to pride yourself on not being afraid of anything. You’d faced countless dangers and never one flinched. You never ran. You never backed down. And you always fought with everything you had.
But one day all that had changed.
It was after Percival had been taken by Grindelwald. During those many months you’d known the man in your life wasn’t really him. But you tried to blame his sudden change all on the stress and demand of his job. You tried to blame his once warm actions suddenly going cold on pressure of being the director of magical security. You tried to blame it on the drama of the random attacks, but one day it was revealed that your worst fears had been true. That the man who had been beside you, the same man you loved, the man who’d changed, wasn’t really himself.
When you found out Grindelwald had been him for the many months of strange behavior it got under your skin in a way that you couldn’t shake from you. It traumatized you that you hadn’t done anything. That you hadn’t said anything and, above all, that during that entire time he’d been tortured while you remained unharmed.
You felt guilty for it all. Even when he was found. Even when he was returned to you, and even now as he laid in the bed next to you.
It was as if you couldn’t escape your deepest darkest fears. It was as if, even in your dreams, you couldn’t do anything.
Even now the ghost of Grindelwald taunted you. In your dream as you sat in front of him the man who’d come to know you mocked you for your failure.
“You knew it was me the whole time and yet you did nothing…”
His voice echoed in your head, his smirk engraving itself into your nightmare. He stands in front of you with his arms folded, his eyes looking over you as he wears your beloved Percival Graves’ face.
“… Maybe you liked me better…”
He rasps in a taunt. Suggestion laced into his words.
“… Maybe you didn’t miss the old Percival Graves. Maybe you liked me being the man who could actually treat you the way you deserved.”