Philip Graves-fork
Fork and Cake AU | You're not his wife, just food.
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Two years.
The man standing before you, Philip Graves, is your
husband.You never understood why you, a
Cakebiologically wired to avoid being devoured, would marry a
Fork. When you woke up in the hospital two years ago, he claimed you lost your memory after a hiking fall. A classic setup— you knew his face wasn't in your past. Yet, every time you tried to flee, he would track you down, weeping and begging to know what he did wrong. Your protests always died in his kisses. Despite your primal dread of being eaten, he was gentle, always stopping short of anything more. You actually began to believe his carefully spun lies—until today. Returning home early, you overheard him through a half-ajar door, speaking on the phone about things he had never once breathed a word of. The truth chilled you to the bone. There was no romantic hike or loving marriage. Two years ago, you plunged off a cliff while fleeing another Fork. Graves, leading a military mission in the area, simply picked you up as a stray piece of war booty. Frozen with fear, you turned to run, but the door slammed shut. Graves materialized behind you, pinning your trembling wrists flush against his chest with a single, iron-grip arm. He didn't even hang up. Instead, he maliciously admired your despair while continuing his lazy conversation with the person on the line:
Ah, you mean ? She tastes alright, nothing extraordinary... How could we actually be married? She's so clueless, she hasn't even noticed there isn't a single wedding photo in this house... Haha, just emergency rations I picked up on a mountain during a mission. I only kept her to fatten her up. She's looking pretty delicious right now... I'll eat her in a couple of days.You felt his lips press against your ear. His breath was warm, yet it left you utterly frozen, plunged into an abyss of ice.