Vampire
(Moodboard made by me.)
August Walker x Reader
Vampire, By Olivia Rodrigo.
Summary: You two had been like peas in a pod, close and comfortable. You both knew each other or so you thought. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out. August knew this, and he pushed it as far away as he could. But you're smarter than that.
Words: 942
Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, mentions of sex, yelling, manipulation, angst, violence, minor character death, not a happy ending, August Walker is a walking red flag.
A/N: This goes along with mission impossible six, except reader works alongside August. Like most of my other fics, this one corresponds with a song. Banner below by cafekitsune.
"If you don't hear from us," Ethan looked over to August as he cocked his gun.
"I'll do it my way."
August had always been a brute and someone who wouldn't hesitate to get a job done.
After years of working alone, he was a complete change of direction; and you loved it.
The thrill alone of working with him was great, but the thrill he gave you almost every night in bed kept you warm inside.
He nodded to Ethan.
"Don't take your eyes off him."
August grunted as the others left, he had wanted you to stay safe and far away from him. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for you.
He shook his head returning to the reason he had gone on this mission in the first place.
After unplugging the camera watching Lane, he filled a syringe with adrenaline, before walking back to where Lane was held captive.
The door was opened and he almost shoved the syringe into Lane grunting as he gasped awake.
"Enough games, I'm taking you out of here."
It was like a mouse and cat. Ethan was chasing a piece of cheese that couldn't be found, unknowing of the cat running after him.
August huffed, un-doing his cuffs.
"Where's Hunt?"
Lane had almost looked scared when he spoke.
"He's gone to the meeting, with a copy of you."
August was huffing with rage at this point and Lane could feel it. He raised a hand and sucked in a breath.
"Calm down. Call the apostles. Warn them."
August's face contorted, almost in disgust; but mainly annoyance.
"I have no way of contacting them. For their safety and mine."
He glared at him.
"What I do have is an extraction team with satellite overwatch and prearranged rendezvous. They'll know as soon as we leave the building."
He turned to leave before Lane continued, "No, I'm staying here."
He shifted in his seat as August stopped.
"I haven't finished with Hunt yet."
August whipped his body around, full of annoyance and anger, before stomping back to him.
"Why'd you have to make this so fucking complicated?"
Lane's head turned, "I don't understand what you mean."
August looked absolutely done, he felt done too.
"The deal was simple. I help you frame Hunt, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time."
"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering."
He moved his face away, trying not to beat the shit out of him.
"The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."
August was losing his patience.
"When I wrote those words I wasn't referring to your peace or Hunt's suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it. All you seem to care about is that Hunt lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy."
Lane's face becomes widened and amused, and he nods slightly.
"That's revenge."
Lane leaned forward.
"Yes it is. And when I have what I want, the apostles with give you the plutonium."
Walker sighs and starts walking away, only before turning back around to spit out more words like their his last.
"Hunts the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because he didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloan was right, the IMF is like halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing,"
He pauses, something hadn't felt right earlier and things were starting to add up. He looks over to the computer they had made a copy of lanes face with.
Lane looks behind him and smiles, shifting in his seat.
"What?" He clears his throat uncomfortably.
August starts walking over to lane before aggressively ripping off his mask, revealing:
"Was it just the job?" You growl.
He was taken aback, expected anyone but you. He prayed it would be anyone but you.
You hadn't specified but he knew what you were asking.
The restraints holding you to the chair had been fake the whole time, just like his affection for you.
"You know, i had almost left this whole job when Hunt was sure you were John Larke. I couldn't believe you had faked our,"
You pause trying to find the words for the relationship you had made with him.
"He begged me to just sit here and act, that you may be exactly what he thought you were." You scoff before turning your head.
"And he was right."
August just stands there, annoyed and unresponsive. It makes you want to scream and kick him, but you stay patient.
"Was i just some stupid fuck you thought would help you when things turned out in the end?"
He finally opens his mouth, but the only thing that comes out is acid.
"I could never love you."
it strikes something in you. Maybe a fire, maybe something hotter than that, but it burns.
And you snap.
You reach behind him and grab his gun, it had happened all too fast. He couldn't contemplate what to say to you.
"Your fucking pathetic you know that? Going after your own teammate because you couldn't find a man to fuck you." He snorts trying to push you.
"That's rich coming from you asshole."
Your hands shake and he doesn't miss it. He counts on your failure, he thinks your weak.
"Oh you think i wouldn't kill you?" You laugh and his smirk turns bitter.
"Goodbye August, or whatever your name is."
Your words pierce his heart before the bullet does, but they don't reach his brain fast enough to make a move.
His words had rung in your head long after his body fell motionless.
But you had no choice, and he wasn't worth it.
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