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*Surrounding Nik in the kitchen is a smorgasbord of food he made from the scraps of a Safe House cupboard.*

Nik, calls out: BREAKFAST.

Price: Good, I’m starved. *Eyes the table full of food.* How the ‘ell did you manage all this?

Nik: R’sourceful. *Fills a plate, slides it down the counter and starts another.*

Price: *Takes the first plate and hums agreement.* True.

*Gaz walks in and whistles low at the spread.*

Price: He’s *attempts gruff Russian accent* ‘R’sourceful.’

Gaz: Nah. He’s a bloody magician.

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Listen. I just need this man in many forms and I’m not sorry! (Please reblog to keep alive!)

*You receive a call from your partner at 2AM. Grabbing your phone, you press it to your ear, eyes still closed.*

You: (L/N) here.

Graves: I’ll be there in fifteen.

You: *Mutters* Fuck. Alright. *Hangs up.*

*You roll out of bed, pulling your pants suit back on from the floor.*

*Your leather shoulder rig is next, checking your Glock 48 before holstering it again in the dark.*

*Blazer, push your fingers through your wild hair and step into your slip-on Vans.*

*You grab your 2 phones, keys and jog downstairs to unlock the door and open it - just as Graves was going to knock.*

Fucker always looks impeccable. Except his hair. Tailored suit, Beretta hidden, badge clipped to his belt, fancy belt buckle and all. Bastard.

Graves drops his woulda-knocked hand and quirks an eyebrow at you, those perfect lips pursed.

You: Shut up and let’s go.

Graves: Darlin’ *he steps off the front porch to follow you to his unmarked cruiser.* Why you gotta ruin your professional look with them shoes?

You: I live just to piss you off.

Graves: True. I ain’t mad, tho. You just look perfect up until those goddamn clown shoes.

You: Rainbow race car, *you correct him, eyes glancing at the rainbow checkered print.*

Graves: The others don’t respect you because of shit like this. Always gotta toe the line.

He shakes his head and grabs a cigarette from his pocket and tucks it between his lips, cracking his window open.

The cold, overnight fall air whips in, loudly fluttering his seatbelt strap.

*You light his cigarette and then steal it to take a deep drag before giving it back to him.*

You: The others can fuck right off if their manners are dictated by shoes.

Graves: *Chuckles warmly, smirking as he pulls the cigarette away from his lips, the smoke slipping out his mouth in a messy cloud.* Mm, there’s that sass.

He leaves the rest of his sentiment unspoken, but you hear it, feel it anyway. Sentimental bastard…

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Setting: (AU, University, Graves is football team Captain)

*Graves swaggers over to your table at the library.*

Graves: I got somethin’ you can get a closer look at, darlin’. What’ya say ya put that book away and come study me?

Y/N: *Snorts a laugh* I don’t have a magnifying glass handy.

Graves: *Smirks and chuffs a laugh* You got a mouth on ya’, sugar. I approve. C’mon.

*He leans in just enough for his breath to ghost the hair by your ear.*

Graves: Don’t make me beg.

Y/N: Mm, I like the sound of that. *Quirks a cheeky eyebrow, waiting*