LYN ✦

Disclaimer: Reader is implied to be female(mostly end part tbh).

A/N; Tell me if I should continue this or not or which other things I should write about! (also i am working on a Knocker series for funsies)

You and august had a pretty straight forward relationship, odd but you both found a routine in it. You’d “forget” your pills and he’d conveniently be there already waiting with that sinister smile. He’d watch your day carefully, making sure that he didn’t miss a single detail. August knew that you’d respawn so, he naturally went crazy. Pulling up as you’re attending your crops, or whilst you cook. Yet, you’ve gotten pretty used to it, there were times where he wasn’t violent. Where he would sit there with you, watching, listening to how you function. For a man that kills you for fun, he was somewhat.. domestic. 

Your conversations were often short but on point. So you knew a little about him, being able to know what he liked and what he didn’t was pretty useful. As the days passed he grew more comfortable around you, killing you less but the random torturing continued. (He just loved seeing you scared) He’d observe how you take care of others, your compassion and generosity. He started to crave that for himself. 

It was little things, lingering longer, making sure he kept you distracted from your pills, asking for your help. It was off but you didn’t necessarily mind it. It wasn’t until he was sat next to you, a cigarette hanging from his lips barely emitting any light. Legs spread just barely to see the muscles in his thighs flex, arms on the back of your couch as if he owned it. You though, were sat next to him, head on his chest as his arm was wrapped around you, his other arm staying on the back of the couch. It was weird, how you were on him, so calmly after not even an hour ago he had a knife to your throat. 

“You seem like a natural.” He murmured, his deep voice disrupting your thoughts.

“Natural..? At what?” You responded, your tone confused.

“With children, today you seemed.. happy.” He paused. “Do children bring you joy?” 

You laughed lightly, stopping with a sigh “yeah, they do. They’re so sweet it’s impossible not to feel joy around someone so.. free and whimsical..” August only grunted. His body flexing uncomfortably. 

“would you, ever have children.. of your own?” The air in the room got thicker and suddenly you became aware of his intentions, slowly but surely.

“August.. what do you mean” Your voice was firm, and you pushed yourself to sit upright. Staring directly at his face where his cigarette now was almost completely burned out.

“Answer the question-“

“No.” August turned to look at you, his face conveying shock as he was cut off. 

“Why not? If kids make you so happy why not have them?” 

“Have them with whom exactly?” 

August paused, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Me.” He managed to choke out.

“No. No way.” Your expression was now of displeasure, almost disgust.

“Why not?!” August snapped, his cigarette falling to his lap as he yelled.

“Because! You can’t possibly help me raise a kid. You’re too busy plotting how to kill me!”

“I can change! I can change.. for us. Always.” The way he stared made you feel small, like you should comply. But you simply couldn’t.

“We have a simple dynamic. You kill me, I let you. Then share some random time doing who knows what. You’re too stuck in your ways August. You’ll never change.” Your breathed had slowed just a bit but, his quickened. 

“Really? Too stuck, in my ways? Are you KIDDING me?” As his voice rose so did his body, that cigarette falling one last time to the ground.

“I’ve changed so MUCH for you. Just for you to reject it? To reject ME? That’s not how it goes.” 

Your neck was cranked back, the way his body loomed over yours made a pit form in your stomach. Yet he continued. 

“I’ve been trying to make you happy. To comply with how you live and yet, the idea of having a family with me suddenly seems impossible?” He paused now laughing, uncontrollably, uncomfortably. His head tilted back as he rubbed his face harshly. 

“Why don’t you love me? Why are you-“ His arms crashed down, both on either side of your head, gripping the armrest behind you. His eyes were bloodshot, pupils as small as could be, a crazed look plastered on his face. 

“SCARED of me? I wont hurt you.. i promise…” His toned changed, it was so sickly sweet like a man on his knees. 

“I promise..” He chanted over and over, as his body slowly crushed yours, his weight slowly dropping onto you. You could smell the cigarette smoke that clung to his body. 

“I promise.” His voice changed, the pleading was gone, replaced by a harsh cold exterior. That’s when you saw it, the shine of a stainless steel knife glimmering from his pocket as he reached for it. 

But you were quicker, being able to reach the bottle of pills before downing a few.

Then suddenly, the weight was gone. The threat had disappeared, along with his intentions. 

You sat there that entire night. Alone thinking about what he said.

You were set on your opinion.

A man like that, could never be a father. 

At least, not for your children.

The ones already growing inside of you.