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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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It'll Be Okay

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick and you are captured on a mission by a man looking for information. And he is willing to use any means necessary to get the answers he is looking for.

Word Count: 4328

TW: Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Blood, Near Death, Non-Main Character Death, Sliced in Half, Electrocution, Knives, Stabbing, Capture, Forced to Watch

“Darlin’. Come on, you need to wake up…… Listen, we’re in real trouble here and I need you with me. So, please, WAKE UP!”

You slowly open your eyes as the voice continues to call out to you. As you start to get your bearings, you try to wipe your hand over your face just to discover they are both chained above your head to the wall behind you. Looking around, you realize you are in a strange room you had never seen before.

The walls and floor are made of concrete and there are no windows, just a single door to your left. Three other sets of chains identical to yours are scattered throughout the room. Rusty-colored blood stains coat the walls and floors around them with trails running down and leading to a drain in the middle of the floor. And there just above the drain, strapped to a metal table tilted at a 45˚ angle is your commanding officer.

“Rick!” You pull furiously at your chains as you vainly try to get to him.

As soon as he sees you’re awake, he releases a large sigh of relief. “Hey, darlin’. You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good. My head is killing me, and I’m chained to a wall but besides that, no complaints.” Rick chuckles and you give him a small smile before continuing. “What happened?”

“We were ambushed in the town square. The last thing I remember was fightin’ back-to-back with you but then you collapsed to the ground. Before I could even turn around to see what was wrong, something slammed into the back of my head, and I blacked out. When I woke up, we were both like this.” He jerks at his restraints to emphasize his point.

“And the rest of the squad?”

Rick shakes his head. “I don’t know. We lost a lot of them, but I saw Harley, Harkness, and Lawton still standin’ right before we were grabbed. So, who knows anymore.”

You nod, glad to know at least some of your friends might still be alive. A slim chance was better than nothing. It was better than you or Rick had at the moment. As you keep looking around the room, no obvious means of escape jump out at you. In fact, the more you look around, the more it solidifies the fact that you are both trapped in an unknown location with no means to contact the team or the control center. And to make matters worse, neither one of you is in any position to even put up a fight if the opportunity arose. Things do not look good.

“Rick, I’m sca-” You bite your lip to keep from admitting your weakness, but Rick knows you too well. He immediately understands what you were about to say.

“I know, darlin’. I know. But it’ll be okay. Do you hear me? We’ve been in worse situations than this before and we’re both still standin’. We just need to stay strong and whatever happens, to either of us, we do not give in, and we do not give up.” When he sees you still hesitating, he barks, “That is an order! Do you hear me, Sergeant?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you reply, a small smile ghosting across your lips. He always knew how to keep you strong, keep you focused. But then your smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Rick… what’s about to happen here?”

Rick looks at you with an expression that can only be described as dread. “I don’t know.” Suddenly, you both hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door. “But I think we’re about to find out.” He gives you a quick nod and a wink of reassurance just as the door swings open.

A man enters pushing a tray of tools. You can’t see everything that is on it, but you can definitely make out a variety of knives, pliers, and a strange box with wires. You and Rick exchange nervous glances but you try to remain as calm as possible. You have both been trained for these types of situations and as much as the next few hours might hurt, you know you can hold strong.

The man turns first to Rick and then to you as he introduces himself, “Hello, Colonel, Sergeant. My name is Jonas. I work for some people who do not like the people you work for.”

“The U.S. government?” you ask confusedly.

Jonas nods with a cruel smile. “Exactly. You see, your government captured a large quantity of their product over the past few months, and they want it back. So, you tell me the location of Warehouse 552 and I’ll be on my way. If not, then we will have some fun.” He gleefully ran his hand over the instruments on the tray.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think we are, but you have the wrong people. We don’t even know anything about any warehouse! Do we Rick!” you glance over at Rick who is still glaring silently at Jonas, but the set of his jaw and the blaze in his eyes tell you all you need to know. Oh, shit.

Jonas must have picked up on Rick’s lack of a response as well because he smiles and approaches the table Rick is strapped to. “But you do, don’t you Colonel? You know where it is. So, the question comes down to what are you willing to endure to keep your secret? How much pain can you take before you finally break? Hmm? Well, let’s find out shall we?”

He turns back to his tray of tools and picks up a very sharp-looking knife. You tug against your restraints furiously. “Rick…”

But he just growls at you, “Stand down, Sergeant! That is an order! Remember what I said.” His voice is firm and harsh, but you know him well enough to detect the slight tremor underneath. He is just as afraid as you are.

Jonas turns to Rick and places the tip of the knife on Rick’s shoulder. Then, slowly, he trails it down his arm all the way to the metal cuff around his wrist, leaving a thin red line of blood in its wake. Rick didn’t as much as flinch, but your heart is racing a mile a minute. Jonas repeats this process two more times on Rick’s left arm then does three lines on his right. This is followed by three lines to either leg. By the last mark, you can see a slight twitch in Rick’s jaw, and you know he is in pain. But there is nothing you can do but just stand and watch.

When he is done, Jonas puts down the knife and picks up a set of jumper cables. Your eyes grow wide at the sight, and you pull wildly at your restraints. “No! No, please, stop! Don’t do this!”

Jonas smiles and turns to Rick. “Shall I do what she asks? Shall I stop? Just tell me what I want to know, and this will be all over.” But Rick just continues to look straight ahead, his face a mask of strength and steel. So, Jonas shrugs, “Very well then.”

He clips one cable right under Rick’s arm and the other just above his opposite hip. He waits for one second to give Rick a chance to change his mind, but when he doesn’t, Jonas flips the switch.

Rick’s entire body convulses violently as volts of electricity surge through his body. You can’t help but scream as you watch all his muscles tense and go rigid. It seems to go on forever before Jonas finally shuts the machine off. Rick collapses back onto the table, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. But before he can, Jonas turns the machine back on and Rick is sent back to the agonizing state once again.

Tears are streaming down your face as you beg Jonas to stop, but the man ignores you. You begin to breathe faster as if you could somehow breathe for the both of you. And after an agonizingly long time, Jonas finally turns off the machine once more.

Even with the electricity no longer flowing through him, Rick’s body twitches and jerks as it tries to readjust to its normal state. His eyes land on you and for just a moment, there is no recognition in his stare. But then he blinks and whispers your name. You nod emphatically through your tears. “Yes, Rick. It’s me, I’m here. It’s going to be okay. Do you hear me? We’re going to be okay.” He nods slightly, but for the first time, both of you are starting to doubt it.

Jonas removes the clamps and puts the machine back on the tray. And just as you think you can’t imagine anything worse, he pulls out a blow torch.

Your eyes instantly fly to Rick’s. “No! I can’t…. I can’t watch this… I’m sorry, I just can’t… Please, Rick, forgive me.”

He nods and whispers, “It’s okay, darlin’. I don’t want you to see. Close your eyes, it’s okay. I promise. And I’m sorry.”

“Not… so…. fast.” Jonas pauses for a second before saying, “I’m the one making the rules around here. And I say…. she watches.”

“What! No, please! Isn’t it bad enough that you are doing this already? Please!” you beg.

But Jonas just laughs. “Sorry my dear, but they don’t call it torture for nothing. So, for every second I see your eyes off of him, I move the flame closer. Do you understand?”

You nod as a soft sob escapes from your lips. Rick looks almost more upset for you than he does for what is about to happen to him. And that is the only thing that gives you the strength to do this. Looking him dead in the eye, you whisper, “I’ll do it.”

Jonas turns to Rick, “Are you really going to put her through this? Forget about yourself and the pain you’ll experience…. What do you think it will do to her?”

Rick looks you deep in the eye and weakly mutters, “She’s the toughest person I’ve ever met. She can handle it.” You smile slightly, wishing you didn’t have tears streaming down your face, and you nod.

Jonas looks back and forth between the two of you and you see the moment an idea hits him. He puts down the blow torch and picks up another knife, this one slimmer yet sharper looking than the first one. He examines it for a moment, then walks over to where you are restrained on the wall.

Grabbing hold of your hair, Jonas roughly jerks your head back, forcing you to look up towards the ceiling. He then places the knife blade up to your throat. You didn’t dare even swallow, fearful it will draw blood. Straining your eyes downward, you can just make out Rick’s face. Through the pain still present there, his eyes grow wide. They flicker to your face, then the knife, then your face again. You want to tell him it’s okay. That everything will be fine and to not give in just as he told you earlier. But you can’t even open your lips without the knife scraping across your throat, so you just hope he can read what your eyes are screaming at him.

Jonas turns his focus back to Rick. “Maybe neither one of you cared about your life, but what about her’s? Is she worth keeping your secrets for?”

He draws the knife lightly across your throat and you feel a small trickle of blood begin dripping down your neck. Rick pulls frantically at his restraints, but of course, it is no use. Jonas returns the knife to your throat, a few centimeters below his last cut. Already, you can feel more pressure on the blade than before. It didn’t hurt at the moment, but you could tell if he made a cut right now, it would be worse than the last time.

“Now, every time you don’t answer my question, I make a cut. And every cut I make will be deeper and deeper until I either cut through something important or she bleeds out. The choice is yours. Now, tell me the location of the warehouse.”

Rick grits his teeth for a minute, then spits a wad of bloody saliva right at Jonas’s feet.

The man’s eyes narrow. “Fine. Don’t talk. But I warned you what happens next.”

Before either of you can protest, Jonas drags the knife across your throat once more. This time, you can’t keep a strangled gasp of pain from escaping your lips as more blood begins to seep down your neck. He wasn’t joking. This time the cut was somewhat deeper, and it stretched wider across your throat.

Rick roars as he watches the blood pouring from your newest wound. Just as you had screamed for his pain, he now screams for yours. You try to pull your head down to lessen the pressure, but Jonas holds tight on your hair, refusing to let you budge an inch. In fact, he yanks your hair back farther causing you to cry out in pain once again.

Jonas turns to Rick. “How about now? Have you had enough? Has she had enough? Are you ready to tell me where the warehouse is?”

“Go to Hell, you bastard,” Rick growls deeply as every word drips with malice and rage.

Jonas chuckles. “Some people never learn.”

He takes the knife and slices it across your throat, lower and harder than ever before, and you can feel something within you tear. A sound somewhere between a sharp intake of breath and a raspy scream rips from your mouth as this newest wound gushes blood, instantly soaking your shirt.

Rick tries to pull at his restraints once again, but you can see his own injuries are finally catching up to him. His struggles are sluggish and halfhearted, and his eyes are starting to look a little glassy. But they never stray from your face.

Jonas lets go of your hair as he takes a step closer to Rick, which allows your head to fall forward and takes some of the strain off your throat for the first time since Jonas first grabbed you. It is easier to breathe this way and you feel some of the lightheadedness beginning to clear.

The man approaches Rick as he says, “Your sergeant over there doesn’t have much time. One more cut will be deep enough to bleed her dry or at least cause irreparable damage if that hasn’t yet occurred. You tell me what I want to know, and maybe she lives.”

You can see the conflict dancing across Rick’s face. Because even if Jonas hasn’t figured it out, you both know you are more than just his sergeant. This is the moment you had both been afraid of when you started seeing each other in secret. Normally, Rick would never give in, but for you…… Even if Amanda Waller wasn’t the one pulling the strings, you had become the thing that could be used to manipulate him, and that was something you swore you would never be.

“Rick,” you croak out weakly. His eyes shift slightly, meeting yours from across the room. “We do not give in, and we do not give up. It’ll be okay.”

He nods and gives you a small smile. “It’ll be okay, darlin’. It’ll be o-“

His words are cut off as Jonas drives a knife into the right side of his chest. Rick jerks up, his eyes growing wide as he struggles wildly to catch his breath.

“No!” you shriek, but it comes out more like an airy moan.

Rick’s chest heaves as he collapses limply back onto the table. The knife clearly nicked, if not fully punctured, his lung. Slowly, he turns his head, and you can see him trying to mouth something to you, but he is too weak to make the words form clearly. And the next thing you know, his eyes roll back into his head, and he grows still. He is still struggling to breathe, but it is not as frantic as before and you are not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jonas turns back to you. “Don’t worry, he should live. But too bad you’ll bleed out before he comes around because it seems you’re no longer of any use to me.” He steps closer and raises the knife, and as much as you wish you could see Rick’s eyes one more time, you are glad he won’t see what is about to happen.

But right as Jonas is about to make the killing blow, the door to the room flies open, and something whistles through the air. Moving faster than your eyes can process, it zips through the room and passes straight through Jonas. The man’s eyes instantly bulge, and he makes a strangled gurgling sound. Then slowly, he crumples to the ground, his body falling to the left and his head and shoulders falling to the right. You stare in horror before turning to the door.

“Bullseye! Not bad for a quick release, if I do say so myself.” A familiar man in a blue coat and beanie steps into the room, wiping the blood off of his recently returned boomerang.

“Boomer?” you whisper.

As he and Lawton come further into the room, a bouncing blonde barrels past them as she hurries to your side. “Hiya, Sarge! How ya doin’?”

“Harley! God, I have never been happier to see you!” you manage to rasp out.

“Aww! Thanks! I’m glad ta see you too!” She wraps her arms around you in a big hug.

“Harls?.... Harls?.... Harley! This is nice and all, but can you please unlock my hands? We can hug it out later.”

“Oh right! Duh! My bad! Ouchy! That looks like that hurts. Give me one sec.” She ran over to where the body of your captor is now laying in two pieces. Grimacing as she pokes through the dead man’s pockets, she finally triumphantly pulls out a key. “Got it!”

She starts to skip back over to you but pauses long enough to snatch Boomer’s scarf off his neck as he and Lawton examine Rick. Ignoring his grumbles, she returns to your side and unlocks both of your hands. As soon as they are free, you clutch at your throat, trying to slow the bleeding. Harley softly moves your hands out of the way and ties Boomer’s scarf tightly around your gashes. The pressure makes it slightly difficult to breathe, but at least it seems to have slowed the bleeding.

Harley grabs your arm and helps you stagger over to where Rick is still laying, though his restraints have been removed. His eyes are closed and there is a definite wheeze in his breathing. Lawton had given him a shot of something that eased it some, but you knew his injury was still extremely severe. Carefully, you brush his damp hair off his face. “Hey.”

Rick’s eyes slowly flicker open and settle on your face. Weakly, he murmurs, “’ey, darlin’. You good?”

You smile as you continue to stroke his face and rasp, “Yeah, I’m good. I think Harley got the bleeding under control for now. But I don’t know what kind of permanent vocal damage it might have caused. You might be stuck listening to this voice for a while.”

“’at’s okay. You sound sexy like this.” He tries smiling, but it quickly morphs into a grimace of pain.

The sight of him still suffering creates a deep ache in your chest. You know your deal. No displays of affection while on the job or in front of the Squad. Nothing that could get back to Waller to be used against you. But at that moment, seeing him like this, knowing how close each of you had just come to losing the other, you didn’t care.

You cup Rick’s face and bend down until your lips are flush with his. You half expect him to pull away or fight back, but instead, he leans into it, fueled by the same fears and relief that fuels you. You can feel each of you wincing and grunting in pain as the kiss aggravates your injuries, but neither one of you seem to care at that moment. You need the proof that you are both still here, that you are both still breathing. And nothing else matters.

When you finally pull apart, Rick chuckles as he struggles to catch his breath, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“I have a feeling they already knew.” You both glance over to see Harley bouncing up and down as she claps her hands, Boomer begrudgingly digging through his pocket and pulling out some money, and Lawton smiling smugly as Boomer places the money in his hand.

“Oi! You two idiots just cost me fifty bucks!” The Aussie grumbled.

You smile at him. “How ‘bout I buy you a new scarf?”

“You better, mate. ‘Cause I ain’t taking that one back.” Boomer points one of his boomerangs at his scarf soaked with your blood still tied around your neck.

Lawton shoulders the other man playfully. “All right, man. Don’t be a sore loser.” He turns to you and Rick. “We’ll go up top and call in for an extraction and help. Why don’t you two just wait here until it comes?”

You nod your thanks, understanding immediately what he is doing. “That sounds like a great idea, Floyd. Thanks.”

Harley pouts as she links her arm with yours. “But I wanna stay with you guys! You’re more fun!”

“I appreciate that, Harls. But I need to talk to Rick…. alone,” you say softly.

She huffs. “Fine. But I get to sit next to you on the plane.” And with that, she storms out of the room with Boomer and Lawton following behind.

You turn back to Rick, “How are you really?”

“Hurt. All over. But I’ll be okay, darlin’. I promise.” He reaches up to cup your face, but you grab his hand.

Holding it so his hand is on the bottom, you wait for a moment before flipping it over so his is now on the top. Rick nods sadly when he sees what you were trying to show him. Both of your wrists had been rubbed raw and bloody from the restraints and based on the damage, it would probably leave scars. You chuckle humorlessly, “You know, when I suggested we get matching tattoos or something, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

A single tear rolls off your face and splashes onto Rick’s arm. Without a word, Rick wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto the metal table with him. The table he almost died on. The realization of how close both of you came to losing your lives hits you like a freight train and soon, you are sobbing into his shoulder. You try to be as careful of his injuries as you can, but it is nearly impossible due to the wide range of damage he sustained. This idea makes you sob even harder. The wounds on your throat feel like they are on fire, and you can still feel blood draining out of them, but you didn’t care. The pain meant you are still alive. The blood means you are not done yet.

After a few minutes, you calm down. Rick still holds you tightly to his chest, but you can feel the stuttering, abnormal rise and fall of his chest as his punctured lung tries to continue functioning. You just hope that the EVAC team gets here soon.

You raise your head some so you are looking at Rick’s face. “Thank you for that, baby. It’s just been one hell of a day.”

“I know, believe me, I know.” He squeezes you tighter then chuckles. “I just love hearin’ you call me that.”

“Not as much as I love calling you that.” You bend down and kiss his cheek. But then you remembered something, “Rick…. right before you passed out, you tried mouthing something to me but I didn’t understand it. Do you remember what it was?”

His face grows three shades redder as he stammers, “Uh, no… I don’t recall.”

“I think you do.”

He sighs. “Yeah, okay, fine. I didn’t want the first time to be like this. I wanted it to be someplace special. But I was tryin’ to say…. I love you.”

Tears spring back to your eyes as you whisper in your raspy new voice, “Do you mean that? It wasn’t just a deathbed confession?”

“Nah. I’ve loved you for a long time. It just never felt like the right time to tell you.”

“I love you too, Rick. So much. That’s why I was so scared to lose you today. I thought I was never going to get to tell you how I felt.” You smile brightly at him.

He smiles back. “Well, you didn’t lose me. We’re both still here. Together.” And with that, he gathers you up into another kiss.

Time seems to stop as the two of you meld into one. All of the pain and horrors of the day melt away until all you can feel is each other. And as you reach fo-

“Aw, come on! Is this what we’re gonna be seeing every time we turn around now!” Boomer whines from the doorway.

Reluctantly, you and Rick break apart and turn to face the three intruders. Lawton points his thumb at the door, “EVAC’s here. They said they could bring down some stretchers if you need it.”

But Rick waves him off as he struggles into a sitting position. “We’re fine. Now that we’re gettin’ out of here…. Together.”

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reveluving · 1 year

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It's missing Rick hours, so why not talk about Rick and (Y/N) (crazy) family fluff!

warnings: fluff & humour!

a/n: Dysfunctional but lovable family fluff >>> Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I had fun thinking about it! Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

check out my j. kinnaman m.list for more Rick content!

Do you guys remember the Dee Dee twins from Batman Beyond? I know they're supposed to be Harley's granddaughters but imagine if this takes place post-TSS events, and yes, Rick lives, okay?

He's always been—mf engaged to (Y/N) the second he woke up from unconsciousness and has lived together in a quiet lil' neighbourhood since.

But anyways!

I can't stop thinking about them being Harley's goddaughters or protégés instead, and one day, she begs you and Rick to take care of them for the week while away for a once in a lifetime gig.

“You listen to your aunt (Y/N) and uncle Rick while I’m gone!” She’d say, though, she should’ve known better than to think her own carbon copies, of all people, would listen.

I can just imagine you and the girls being joined at the hip, telling them stories from your days as a criminal, even if you’ve left that life behind. Rick’s the ‘grumpy uncle’ they love to annoy. But! They may be opposites, but the second someone talks bad about you?

Rick will see red, no doubt, but if he hears the girls discuss on how to get rid of the loud-mouthing pos, he wouldn't encourage it. But he sure as hell won’t stop them either—these are Harley girls we’re talking about; it’s not like they listen to him all the time. And, well, if they proceeded with whatever they had in mind, well, the bastard deserved it, didn’t he? Nobody really liked Mr Walker anyway.

What they'd do throughout the week their beloved aunt (Y/N) and uncle Rick, a headcanon:

Switching conversation topics when they're bored at the flower shop you work at. One second, it would be about the flowers, which, let's be honest, they're barely listening to, only to excitedly ask about what crimes you've done were the most memorable ones. Without the presence of customers, of course.

Pranking or scaring away any women who visits Rick's workplace solely for the purpose of gawking or flirting with the man, despite knowing he's married. A simple hiss or a quick display of the baseball bat they had with them ("We like playing baseball, don't we, Dee Dee?" "Yes, we do, Dee Dee!) and the visitor's out of the door!

Not once have you nor Rick seen these two play baseball.

They just really love their aunt (Y/N) and uncle Rick, okay!

BONUS: If you also have to babysit Bruce the hyena, the twins would sneak him out of the house at 3 AM, purposefully messing with Mr Walker's front yard and making sure he sees it. He didn't see the girls, however, so, when he tells his neighbours about a hyena on the loose, most of them just he was the one with the loose screws.

I initially thought Rick would work as a lumberjack, but, imagine if he was the sheriff of the neighbourhood?? Mr Walker calls him to complain about the hyena problem, obviously unaware of the culprits silently snickering at one another as they watch him desperately demand for 'justice'.

"Mr Walker, I personally don't think it's possible for a hyena to cross the city undetected for the sole purpose of terrorising just your garden," Rick responded calmly, though, he was unable to bite back the condescending hint in his words, "But, we'll look into it."

Once Walker's out, looking more stressed now that even the sheriff himself was looking at him funny, Rick would glance at the twins, raising a questioning brow at their futile attempts to look innocent before returning to his report.

"Good job." He'd say nonchalantly, and rather than looking peeved or disappointed, they spotted the small smile on his face. He didn't bother turning when they high-fived.

But other than the fact that he's been cockblocked since their arrival, and honest to God, it's been driving him nuts, they've made your and his days much livelier than the usual.

I can see it now; you're all watching TV, Rick holding you against him with one arm around you while he leisurely pets Bruce's mane with the other. Similar to the beloved house hyena, the twins sat on the floor in front of you, listening to them cheer for the antagonist and argue about what's for breakfast tomorrow.

Yes, the Flag's were quite the household, it seems.

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drabbles-mc · 9 months

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Drabbles-MC: Suicide Squad Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀= smut, 💔= angst

- Nobody's Business (Rick Flag & Harley Quinn, past Rick Flag x June Moone) 💔

- Get Me Outta Here (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)

- A Bet's A Bet (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

- How It Goes (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)

- All Settled (Rick Flag x Reader, past Rick Flag x June Moone)

- Family Reunion (Rick Flag & Steve Murphy, Narcos & Suicide Squad Crossover)

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Motivation | Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: You weren't expecting your secret trip to Belle Reve's swimming pool to end in a private rehab session with Colonel Rick Flag. But you're glad it did.

Word Count: 4K words

Warnings: Description of injury, talk of scars, use of walking aids, rehab

A/N: I guess this means the hiatus is over. Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading, and thank you @sociiallydiisoriiented for helping me through my slump 💖

Staring through the floor-to-ceiling window, which looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned once in Belle Reve’s sixty year history, your stomach drops; this was not part of the plan. According to Task Force X’s rigid training regime, the prison’s swimming pool is supposed to be vacant right now. And you should know - under normal circumstances you would have departed the pool along with your squad almost an hour ago. Judging by the commotion taking place on the other side of the glass, however, this seems to be far from the case.

Stepping back until you are mostly hidden by the ancient, rusting lockers that run along the centre of the changing area, you watch on with a mixture of concern and frustration. Two frazzled-looking prison guards are attempting to disperse a fight that has broken out at the shallow end of the pool. At this distance, you can’t quite pick out the team members involved in the scuffle, but there is at least one face you do recognise. From her position on top of the lifeguard tower - an entirely unqualified position for the princess-of-crime, who has only recently graduated from her water-wings - Harley Quinn observes the spectacle with unbridled glee.

As the scene unfolds, your eyes wander to the far edge of the pool. A broad figure in a tight navy t-shirt and loose-fitting swim shorts stands with his hands on his hips. Although no sound carries through the filthy glass, you know Colonel Rick Flag well enough to take a guess at what kind of expletive-laden sentences might currently be streaming from his parted lips.

Ignoring the tiny flutter in your chest that seems to make an appearance whenever Rick is nearby, you retreat into one of the changing cubicles before anyone notices your presence. It’s been a couple of months since your injury, but you’re in no hurry to see any of the squad. In fact, ARGUS’s unpaid sick-leave policy is the only reason you’re here at all. It’s far from ideal, but all employees are entitled to free-use of the prison pool, and with no paychecks coming in until your leg is healed, you’re in no position to be picky.

There’s a whole host of excuses as to why you aren’t quite ready to face the squad today, not least because of the thick purple scar running from just below your left hip, all the way down to the middle of your calf. The doctors continue to remind you how lucky you were not to lose your leg, but it doesn't make acceptance any easier. While you’ve never been particularly concerned about body image, this latest scar is just another permanent and ugly reminder of exactly how dangerous your job can be. Of how close you came to losing everything.

You’re not left alone with your dark thoughts for very long. Chaos follows the Suicide Squad wherever they go, and pandemonium soon descends upon the previously unoccupied changing area; shouting, screaming, and the occasional grunt of pain. Remaining sequestered within your tiny cubicle, you wait for the cacophony to end. With any luck, your plan to slip in and out of the pool unnoticed remains intact.

Only once Harley’s high-pitched cackle finally fades into the hallway and down the corridor do you dare to step out of your sanctuary. Taking care not to slip on the copious amounts of water now drenching the grey tiled floor, you adjust the straps of your standard-issue swimsuit, and gingerly make your way to the poolside.

Late afternoon sunshine streams through a gap beneath the yellowing blinds, reflecting off the surface of the water. With the pool finally deserted, it’s almost peaceful - providing, of course, that you ignore the fact you’re in a maximum security prison that hosts some of the world’s most dangerous criminals.

As you reach the water’s edge, contemplating how you’re going to tackle your entrance, the supplies cupboard at the other end of the pool flies open. No longer straining beneath the tight navy t-shirt, a set of wide, tanned shoulders emerges from the narrow doorway. Apparently, the pool isn’t quite as deserted as you’d hoped.

In retrospect, Rick’s discarded t-shirt is clearly visible on one of the wooden benches lining the walls. But even without the clothing as a clue, you should have figured that he’d be sticking around for a while. Tidying up the equipment has always been one of your responsibilities, and you know for a fact that Waller doesn’t have spare lieutenants lying around at her disposal.

Torn between fleeing or staying rooted in place, your stomach lurches uncomfortably. Realistically, you’re going nowhere fast. The wound itself might have healed, but the pain in your leg persists. To say you're not as light on your feet as you used to be would be an understatement. The injury has affected your mobility in other ways, too. It killed you to trade in your beloved stick-shift for something automatic, but the doctors warned you it could be up to a year before you see any real improvement.

In the end, Rick turns around before you can even consider executing an escape plan. You notice his double-take as he spots you, hazel eyes brightening while the furrow in his brow fades. Rather than shouting across the pool - you suspect he must be hoarse from hollering at the squad all afternoon - he starts to lope over, his grin widening with every step.

“Damn, is it good to see you," he calls out, rapidly closing the distance. "How you been holdin' up?”

Rick's smile has always been infectious, and despite your discomfort at realising you’re not alone, you feel your own lips twitch upwards. "I'm ok." It's not quite a lie. More of a half truth. But Rick doesn't need to know the details. You can guarantee that he has been beating himself up over what happened. He told you as much during his visits to your hospital bed.

Folding your arms self-consciously over your chest, you subtly shift your weight, hoping he doesn’t notice how you favour your good leg. Hoping he doesn’t notice the walking stick you hid away at the back of the changing area. Because you can be sure that he’s watching you carefully, assessing you for any sign of weakness.

Tightening your jaw against the constant throb of pain, you allow your own gaze to travel over Rick. It’s hot and humid in the pool area. His damp hair is swept back from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat clings to his golden skin. A handful of scars have been added to his collection too, but he looks good. Healthy. Alive. And that makes the sacrifice worth it.

Deciding it might be better not to allow Rick the opportunity to probe you about your wellbeing, you continue.“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here. Lesson overrun?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a long-suffering expression swiftly replacing his earlier joy. “Boomer tried to drown Blackguard. Repeatedly.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile. “And you stopped him because…?”

“We’re a little thin on the ground lately.” He gives you a pointed look. “And I could really do without the paperwork.”

“That’s a lame excuse, Flag. We both know I do all your paperwork.”

The lines around Rick’s eyes crease in amusement. “When did you say you were comin’ back?”

“I didn’t.”

The statement hangs in the air, and Rick’s smile falters. It’s only now that he seems to truly register your appearance; the swimming costume, the tightness to your jaw, the scar. In credit to the colonel, he doesn’t blanch. You know he’s seen much worse. Even so, you don’t fail to notice the briefest flicker of conflict passing over his handsome face.

After a beat, he seems to compose himself. "So, you here for a swim?"

You hum your confirmation, looking out across the pool. The water seems awfully inviting right now. Anything to avoid staring at Rick's glistening chest. Anything to hide from his concerned gaze.

"You know there ain't a lifeguard on duty," he points out, folding his arms to match your stance.

"Think I can manage."

He shakes his head. “I’ll stick around for a bit.”

“That isn’t necessary.” You really don’t want him here for this.

“Yeah,” he tells you, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “It is.”

Perhaps it’s just his damn hero complex, or maybe he sees beyond the charade - sees the spectre of pain that no amount of forced smiles and pleasantries can truly hide. Either way, you know you’ve lost. Rick Flag is an immovable object, and right now, he’s not budging from the pool.

Setting your frustration aside, the temperature of your blood seems to rise by several degrees as you watch him lower his large body down, stomach muscles bunching, until he’s sitting over the edge of the pool.

Your injured leg is now directly within Rick’s line of sight, and you try not to cringe. From a distance, it isn’t pretty. But up close? It’s more of a trainwreck. Your shattered kneecap, on top of multiple fractures to your femur and tibia, had required at least three operations and five metal pins to correct.

Of course, it could have been much worse. Though at the time you were slipping in and out of consciousness, delirious with pain and blinded by the bright white lights of the ER, you can vividly remember the doctor’s words as she removed the makeshift splint and bandages. “You’re one hell of a lucky woman. Whoever made this brace probably saved your leg.”

That had been Rick.

Not only had he ultimately saved your leg, but he’d also been waiting by your bedside when you came round from the initial surgery. Dosed up on morphine and drowsy from the anaesthetic, you don’t remember much of that first visit, but you do know that after such a disastrous mission, it was a miracle he was faring any better.

Fighting back the memory of that terrible time, you focus on the surface of the water, at the ripples pooling around Rick’s thick calves.

“They give you a trainin’ plan?" Your look of confusion prompts him to continue. “The doctors. Figured that’s why you’re here. Physical therapy?”

“Right.” You’re not particularly inclined to admit that you threw the ‘training’ plan out of the window, rejecting the doctor’s advice of rest and recuperation. You’re sick of sitting on your ass waiting for things to improve. There’s at least a dozen reasons why you need to get back to work, and the man in front of you may or may not be one of them.

Correctly reading your hesitation as doubt, Rick flashes you what he must imagine is an encouraging smile. "So, you gettin' in?"

"Uh, sure." Despite your calm facade, inside you're panicking. Because Rick has taken a seat at the deep end of the pool, and you know perfectly well that even if you managed to navigate the rickety metal steps by his side, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your head above water for more than a few seconds.

"I'm, umm… I'm just going to take it easy." You gesture towards the shallow end, and hoping Rick doesn’t read too much into your uneven gait, you begin a slow walk along the poolside.

Your injury might be far from a secret, but the fear of Rick’s pity - or even worse, his guilt - means you don't want him to know just how bad it really is. Without your cane, the short walk takes every ounce of strength you possess, the pain slicing through your weak and damaged muscles with every step.

When you reach your destination, you notice that Rick hasn't followed. In fact, it seems he has returned to the supplies cupboard. While his back is turned, you use the opportunity to awkwardly lower yourself down to the ground. Your venture to the pool felt like a great idea at the time, but this would be so much easier if Rick wasn’t around to watch you fail.

"I don't need those," you insist, when he starts to approach with an armful of foam floats.

After dropping the floats onto the ground, he takes a seat beside you. "When was the last time you swam?" There’s no evidence of humour or teasing in his voice, and it almost makes it worse. Especially as you realise he’s not expecting you to answer.

Studiously avoiding his scrutiny, you focus instead on the sunlight glittering off the water’s surface. Only when Rick softly murmurs your name do you finally force yourself to meet his eye.

"Look, I can help, but you gotta be honest with me.” He levels you with a steady gaze. “None of this stoic, sufferin’ in silence bullishit. Alright?”

“You’re one to talk.” After all, Rick is the master of resilience; you’re just a quick study.

“Do as I say, not as I do, remember?”

You pull a face, but ultimately allow him to continue. This banter between the two of you is a balm, and already you can feel the cracks starting to form in your armour. Perhaps having him around isn’t the worst thing in the world.

"Now, I'm gonna hazard a guess you ignored everythin' the doctors said, decidin' you know best as usual?" He arches his brow.

You respond with a weak smile and rub your leg idly. "I just need it to get better, and fast. Waller doesn't like broken things."

Rick angles his body towards you, his expression darkening. "You ain't broken. And even if that was true, who cares what she thinks."

"I have bills to pay, Rick. Rent. I can't afford not to work." Waller has already rejected your request for desk duty, informing you she needs soldiers, not paper-pushers.

Rick grits his jaw. "Don't worry about the bills. If anythin’, let me worry about them. I can talk to Waller. You just focus on gettin’ better.”

"But-"

“No buts.” He cuts you off abruptly. “I need you back by my side. Can’t wrangle those fuckin’ idiots without you.”

Your resolve is rapidly weakening, and really, it’s no wonder. Rick is well versed in the art of persuasion. Time and again you’ve watched him convince teams of super-criminals to work together for the good of the US government. In your experience, that is no easy feat.

When he’s satisfied you’re not going to argue, Rick reaches behind and pulls across one of the larger floats. "I ain't exactly an expert, but when I was shot in Qurac I had a good few months of physio." He slaps the leg in question, drawing your attention to a pale, silvery stripe along the top of his thigh. "So, I'm sure we can figure somethin' out."

Before you can change your mind, Rick shifts so that he’s kneeling by your side. "Now, lay your leg down here on the float. Need to see what we're workin' with.”

Despite your lingering uncertainty, you do as he says, carefully manoeuvring your injured leg until it’s outstretched before him. The soft layer of the foam beneath you helps mitigate the slight discomfort of the angle.

"Tell me where it hurts, ok?”

A swarm of butterflies erupts in your stomach the moment you feel Rick’s warm hands land on your skin, but you manage to nod stiffly. He starts to apply the slightest amount of pressure, his hands moving along the length of your leg with delicate precision. For the most part it's not painful, but when he reaches your knee you suck in a sharp breath.

"OK.” His hand disappears, and he sits back on his heels. “We're gonna take it slow. Let's see how you get on with walkin'. You got some swellin’, but the water should relieve the pressure.”

Recovering from the shock of his touch, it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t an expert.”

With a surprising amount of grace for someone of his size, Rick slides into the water. “When you’ve been injured as many times as I have, you learn a thing or two about recovery.”

It’s sound logic, you have to admit, and when he beckons for you to join him, you find yourself swinging your leg back towards the pool without hesitation. You don’t fight either, when his hands land on your hips, supporting your weight as you lower yourself into the water.

When he’s confident you’re steady on your feet, he removes his hands, but not before giving your waist a subtle, yet reassuring squeeze.

“Now what?” You look up at him expectantly.

Rick grins, a hint of mischief gleaming in his hazel eyes. "You know those canine hydrotherapy videos you and Harley love so much?”

“The dogs in those funny little tanks?"

“Exactly. Picture that. ‘Cept without the treadmills."

Spirits rising further with each passing minute, an unexpected laugh bursts from your lips, and you reach for Rick’s shoulder to steady yourself. “Ok, but you know the dogs usually get a treat afterwards, right? Some kind of motivation.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged." His lips curl into the suggestion of a smirk. "What did you have in mind?”

Perhaps you imagine it, but you could swear his gaze darkens as he waits for your response. “Just buy me a coffee when we get out of here.”

You can’t quite shake the feeling that you could have asked for more. Indeed, for a split second, he appears disappointed by your request. Still, it’s too late to change your answer, because all of a sudden he's dipping below the surface of the water, only re-emerging when he's several feet away.

When he breaks the surface, the urge to push his sopping hair back from his brow threatens to overwhelm you. Forget the coffee, maybe this is the kind of motivation you really need. The desire is short-lived, though. Before you can start to examine your feelings too closely, Rick proves himself perfectly capable of rearranging his hair all by himself.

“Start walkin’ towards me,” he calls across the pool, oblivious to your moment of insanity.

Gathering your wits, you bite back a sarcastic retort, choosing to refrain from commenting on how Harley has been right all this time. Rick is a bossy son-of-a-bitch. It’s just unusual for you to be on the receiving end of his commands. When it comes to Task Force X, the two of you work so well together you can usually predict each other’s moves ahead of time.

Just like how you predicted he would try to intercept that bomb.

What Rick couldn't predict that day, was you intercepting him first.

Pushing the awful memories to the back of your thoughts once again, you set your mind to the task at hand: putting one foot in front of the other. Rick was right, the water does ease some of the pressure, but it doesn't completely relieve the pain.

From his position in the centre of the pool, Rick waits patiently. He's watching you with those keen hazel eyes shining bright with belief - belief in you. You can't help but feel it's misplaced. You've barely taken five steps and already your body is telling you to give up.

"While we're here, there's somethin' I wanna get off my chest." His voice, deep and clear, echoes across the otherwise empty pool. "Never properly got a chance to thank you. For savin' me."

"Can we not talk about this right now," you grunt, forcing yourself to take another step forward.

Rick's response is far from what you're expecting. "I think it's the perfect time to talk about it. But if you want me to stop, you're gonna have to get your ass over here and make me."

It seems an unfair ask. Even if you were capable of covering the distance to where he stands, you're not going to reach him quickly. Plenty of time for him to keep running his stupidly pretty mouth.

"I can't," you protest.

But Rick simply shrugs. "I ain't gonna pretend that I wasn't pissed. That was a pretty fuckin' reckless move. And you're goddamn lucky that beam didn't fall a few inches higher."

You don't want to hear it. Doesn't he know how many times you've replayed the scenario? Wondering what you could have done differently. How you could possibly have gotten the both of you out of that building in one piece.

"You would have done the same for me." Gritting your teeth against the pain, you succeed in taking another two steps forward.

"You're right. But that doesn't make it OK."

Irritation begins to set in. "You know, this wasn't the motivation I had in mind," you snap. "Coffee would have been just fine."

His lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Darlin', you can have whatever you want if you make it over here."

It takes far longer than you would like, but by some small miracle, you do reach him. Panting, and spluttering, the water is now up to your chin. You could swear he's been creeping backwards, but equally as exhausted as you are triumphant, you can't quite bring yourself to care. You've done it.

Rick is beaming. "That's my girl." And before you can start to wonder about the implication of his statement, he takes you by the waist, and lifts your head and shoulders clear of the surface. Instinct forces you to wrap your arms around his neck as he proceeds to wade back to the shallow end. Unlike your own journey, he covers the distance in less than a minute.

"Knew you could do it," he tells you, setting you carefully back on the edge of the pool. "So name your price."

"Huh?"

He's standing in the gap between your thighs, making it near enough impossible to form a single coherent thought.

"Your reward," he clarifies, with a sly grin. "Don't tell me that you're gonna settle for coffee."

An unnamed force draws your attention to Rick’s mouth, where his tongue darts out, sweeping away a drop of water from his bottom lip. You're no stranger to taking risks. Pushing Rick out of the way of the bomb was a huge one, but this… this, might be the biggest risk you've taken yet.

"I don't want coffee."

As emboldened as you are from completing the exercise, it's still with a shaking hand that you reach out and brush back the lock of hair that has fallen over Rick’s temple.

Unfazed by the unexpected gesture, and the way your touch lingers a moment too long against his brow, Rick’s eyes are fixed on you. For once, no quickfire retort leaves his mouth. He simply waits on bated breath for you to continue.

You can have whatever you want.

It's no longer a question of what you want. That much has become clear. Your feelings for Rick have lain dormant for a while now, but they've always been there, waiting for something. A sign. A wake-up call. Maybe your last mission was just that.

Because unlike Rick, you're no hero. Saving his life wasn't an entirely unselfish act. You certainly wouldn't have done it for anyone else. Yet in that split second, just before Rick could reach the device, you didn't even have to think.

Barreling into his path, you had managed to catch him unaware, the unexpected force of your body knocking him back into the stairwell. Slamming shut the heavy iron door, you had effectively removed him from the direct range of the explosion. Moments later, as you were thrown back by the blast, and the building started to collapse around you, you remember feeling nothing but relief. Rick would survive. Even if you wouldn’t.

And you'd do it all over again.

All of a sudden, you realise just how close Rick is standing. Close enough now, wedged between your legs, that you barely have to tilt your head before your lips are touching. He doesn’t pull away.

Your first kiss is soft and uncertain - a startling contrast to the solid, confident man before you. There’s a moment of hesitation, just a beat, where you withdraw from his lips to find him watching you wide-eyed. But his surprise rapidly fades, and there’s no fear, no judgement. In fact, he acts like it's the most natural thing in the world. Large, capable hands rise to cup your cheeks, and just like that, he’s pulling you back in for more.

Your own hands fly to his warm, slick chest. Rick’s tongue darts out again, this time sweeping across the seam of your lips, and deepening the kiss. He tastes like mint and chlorine from the pool, and as you finally get the chance to run your fingers through the silken lengths of his hair, you know without a trace of doubt, this is infinitely better than coffee.

You tell him so, after you've finally parted.

Cheeks flushed, and a dazed smile spreading across his face, Rick hums his agreement, before adding, “Same time tomorrow?”

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Pawn

Harley Quinn x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut

Summary: When Harley gets locked up in Belle Reve. Her girlfriend Y/n, tries to save her. That was exactly what Waller wanted.

Pt2 Pt3

Masterlist

Life was like a chess board. Everyone had a part to play. Some people could be kings or queens but the majority of people were pawns.

Now pawns are special pieces. If a pawn reaches all the way to the other side of a chess board it can bring back a piece that was lost. However, pawns can only move one space at a time, making the chances of this occurring very low.

Y/n was a pawn, who trekked the path, across the board. One move at a time, she climbed the ladder of relevance in the crime world. It's almost impossible to do so in Gotham.

There are big villains, small villains, and just plain criminals. The gap between all of these classes was as wide as the grand canyon, but that didn't stop Y/n.

Once Y/n was nearing the top, she met a woman. A woman, with the intensity of a firecracker and loyalty like no other. She was the Joker's girl. She used to be the Joker's girl.

Harley Quinn was trouble. Lovely, seductive, playful, trouble that Y/n couldn't ever resist.

Harley made Y/n see things differently. Success was important, but what was the fun in being careful. Why be so… meticulous, when chaos was just as powerful.

Y/n loved that about Harley. The woman wasn't new to this lifestyle and Y/n was ready to absorb the knowledge that Harley had to share.

The clown was surprised. No one listened to her like Y/n did, no one cared for her like Y/n, and no one valued Harley as much as Y/n.

The woman had been some mixture of a trophy in a case or punching bag all of her life, with Y/n she was just Harley.

They loved each other, but love was more complicated than a game of chess. Y/n learned that lesson when they shipped Harley off to Belle Reve.

She spent months researching the facility. There wasn't much information open to the public. Maximum security prison was enough to deter a lot of people, but not Y/n.

Amanda Waller knew that. In fact, she was banking on it. She wanted Y/n to get into the prison, to try to capture Harley Quinn because Y/n was special.

Waller had seen it in her files. According to her documents when Y/n was just 7 years old she had an accident at a metal factory in Gotham. The building was a front for a criminal trade.

They weren't trading guns, but objects they thought to have supernatural abilities. Many of the objects were dangerous and uncontainable.

Y/n was there with her father the day the building caught on fire. Something got out that day, a creature of sorts. It escaped whatever the workers had contained it in and buried itself into Y/n's skin.

She was supposed to die in that fire. If not from the dire itself surely from the weight of the metal that had fallen on top of her. The firemen found her amongst what was left of the building.

Her skin was akin to the metal alloy she was buried under, Matter absorption. She could take on the properties of any solid she touched. The stronger the solid the more durable the girl would become.

That was an incredible ability and Waller needed it for her suicide squad. It's why she took Harley in the first place. A pawn can move desperately when the king is at risk.

Harley had been through worse. Belle Reve was boring compared to Arkham. There wasn't much she could do save for lying down or twirling on the makeshift swing she made for herself.

The guards were disgusting. She could tell by how they looked at her. Y/n was the only one allowed to look at her with those animalistic eyes.

So when they toyed with her, she did the same to them. She might've gotten electrocuted by the bars around her cell, but at least one other guard was getting their head bashed in.

They came in big numbers when coming to see her. All for little ol' Harley. Y/n wanted to laugh at the sheer amount of guards it took to secure her lover.

Being disguised as a guard seemed too easy, entirely too simple. Who would ever try something that obvious? That's exactly why Y/n did it. There were new guards in and out of Belle Reve every day. Whether it be age or fear they were on a quick rotation.

Harley knew instantly, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. There was a fire staring at her. A gaze that was used to triggering a shiver up her spine and a dampness between her legs.

Her eyes landed on Y/n's. The black uniform was baggy on her body. Harley looked away, not wanting to give her girlfriend away.

" Off the ropes, clown."

Y/n was mesmerized watching Harley move around the cage. She could feel herself subconsciously moving closer to the bars herself.

" Away from the bars Quinn," Y/n hated the tone the man used.

Harley replied with something snarky. Her tongue elegantly gliding up the bar. The woman glanced at the fake guard.

When he pressed the button to shock Harley, Y/n went stiff. Her fists shook violently at her side. Her jaw clenched watching her girlfriend drop to the floor.

" Newbie, you ready for your hazing." Griggs put a hand on Y/n's shoulder.

He shoved the girl towards the bars. Harley still laid on the concrete floor of the cell. She held her stomach from the pain shooting throughout her body.

" Grab onto the bars and why don't you… what does the other fucking weirdo say? Rev up the Harley."

The Belle Reve guards cheered their captain. His crassness was welcomed by them.

Y/n put her hands on the bar without hesitation. Harley slowly got off of the floor, never breaking eye contact with the fake guard.

" I've always liked fresh meat." Harley approached the bars, swaying her hips.

" I've always liked lunatics," Y/n shot back at her.

The two of them were face to face. It was silent until Harley grabbed a fistful of Y/n's shirt, smashing her head against the metal.

Griggs pressed the button again but this time with Y/n's hands on the bars Harley felt nothing. The matter absorption made it so she could hold the electricity in her body.

Harley played the part beautifully as her body dropped to the ground.

Y/n growled, while wiping her forehead," I want 5 minutes alone with this bitch."

" Easy there tiger," Griggs tried to settle her.

" Fuck that let me in the cage."

Griggs tossed Y/n a pair of keys and began to exit the area. " It's your funeral."

The other guards followed him. When the last one shuffled out, Y/n unlocked the cage door. She stepped inside and kneeled by Harley's body.

" You trying to break my nose sweetheart." Y/n flipped Harley over so that the clown laid flat on her back. She straddled the prisoner's waist.

Harley's hands trailed up Y/n's sides. " Of course not, cupcake. Just trying to sell the illusion."

Harley sat up, coming face to face with her girlfriend. It wasn't a second later that their lips connected. Both women were needy, desperate for the other.

A delicious moan left Harley's lips as Y/n's tongue roamed her mouth. The clown playfully sucked Y/n's tongue. The action made Y/n roll her eyes.

When Harley was satisfied she freed Y/n's tongue with a fit of laughter.

" We need to get out of here," Y/n huffed out, getting to her feet and pulling the clown with her.

" You won't be going anywhere." Amanda Waller stood on top of the railing peering down at the criminals.

Y/n smirked," I've got the keys, how're you going to stop me."

Amanda pressed a button and the bars around the pair began to spark with electricity. Y/n grabbed onto the bars this time using her powers to stretch the bars wide enough so that she could fit through.

She stepped out of the cage with Harley's hand in hers. The pair didn't stay stagnant for long, taking off in the direction of the exit. Their hands intertwined as they ran.

They didn't get far before running into a group of guards. Without a second thought Y/n pivoted back to the room they came from.

The woman channeled the energy from the electric bars and shot it at the wall. Pieces of the wall flew off in every direction.

" Stop them!" Waller shouted.

Y/n and Harley ran until they reached an electric barbed wire fence. The woman with powers took a knee and put one hand on the fence.

The electricity stopped coursing through the fence. Harley used Y/n as a stool to haul herself over the fence. By the time Harley climbed over, Y/n was stuck on the other side.

" Come back Quinn, or I will have her shot dead right here," there was a red beam on Y/n's back.

If it were fired it would go through her heart. Harley stood unmoving in her spot.

" Go," Y/n tries to convince Harley.

" You think I'm gonna leave you here like this?"

" Harley-"

Harley climbs back over the fence to be by Y/n's side," You've never left me behind. I ain't leaving you."

Y/n felt her hands being forced behind her back. The same thing was happening to Harley next to her.

" Throw them in a cell…Together," Waller instructed.

" Are you sure about that?"

" You don't get paid to question me Flag."

Y/n and Harley were forced to their feet. Rick Flag walked in front of them and Waller in front of him.

" Y/n L/n, you are here by being detained by the Belle Reve institution for breaking and entering as well as orchestrating an escape attempt. We as an institution have the right to dictate your sentence. Therefore you have been sentenced to 17 years at Belle Reve," the lines left Flags mouth like script.

Harley was more upset than Y/n," That's bullshit! 17 years for this, she's done nothin compared to anyone else in here this is-"

" Harley, it was a set up," Y/n's head hung low in shame. She had fallen into the trap just as they expected her too.

Waller stopped walking and so did everyone behind her. She turned to face the prisoners. Her gaze mostly focused on Y/n.

" Mutated and smart, looks like we made the right decision." The small smile on her face triggered Harley.

" I'm gonna gut you, Waller." The clown tried lunging at the woman. Out of the corner of Y/n's eye she saw the Waller's hand reach for her hip.

Within seconds Y/n had freed herself from the cuffs and stood in front of Harley. The guards try to siege the pair but Waller throws her hand up to stop them.

" Don't worry boys, this is just the natural way of the world giving us a little show. See how the pawn moves to protect the king as though it is her only purpose in life."

Y/n clenches her jaw." I may be a pawn for now, but don't think I don't know how the game works, Waller. I'm going to move across the board inch by inch, square by square. And when I reach the end I'll be a queen, and the queen moves how she wants."

Waller laughs," Go ahead and start that journey. You won't make it halfway before your king gets checked and you lose the game."

Waller got the last word. The guards got Harley back under control and Flag had grabbed Y/n. The rest of the walk was silent. After forcing Y/n into an inmate outfit, they threw her and Harley into a small room with padded walls and a small cot in the corner.

Y/n sat on the cot, reflecting on everything that just occurred. Her head in her hands, trying to figure out where she had gone wrong.

Harley crouched in front of Y/n and set her palms on the other woman's knees. " You aint a pawn to me. You know that, right?"

Y/n nodded silently, but Harley wouldn't accept that.

" Y/n."

The use of her real name made Y/n look at the woman. A glimpse of Harley was all it took. She rested her hands on top of Harley's.

" I know, I know. I'm just upset with myself."

Harley kissed Y/n's hands," This was just a lose-lose, cupcake. If you didn't come it'd be just as bad."

Y/n knew Harley was right. If she didn't come Harley would be rotting away in that cell for god knows how long.

" You're right. At least now, we're together." Y/n pulled Harley off of the floor and onto the cot with her.

The cot was only meant for one person, but they didn't care. Y/n's back was against the scratchy material, while Harley laid on top of her.

Harley's head rested against Y/n's chest. The sound of the woman's heart beating brought comfort to the blonde.

" I missed you," Harley spoke softly, drawing patterns on Y/n's stomach.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Harley's forehead. " I missed you too."

The pale woman continues to trace non-existent outlines on Y/n. " Show me," it's a whisper slipping through her lips.

Y/n's eyes dart to the camera in the corner of the room then back at Harley. Her eyes go soft and she gently nudges Harley off of her.

Y/n strips out of the tattered white jumpsuit the guards forced her into. The undershirt, stopped just below her underwear. She took the jumpsuit and tied it around the camera.

Turning around she saw Harley sitting on the cot, motioning Y/n to join her with a single finger. Y/n took her time striding across the small room. Once she got to the edge of the cot, she began to advance on Harley.

Every move Y/n took forward made Harley lie further and further down on the bed, until Y/n properly hovered over her.

Y/n allowed herself to get lost in Harley's blue eyes. She took her time admiring the woman underneath her. The pale skin familiar to her, called for her like home.

Harley's breathing was steady as she leaned up to capture Y/n's lips. This wasn't like the kiss they shared in Harley's cell. It was delicate, soft in the way only the two could be with each other.

The sound of them kissing echoed around the room. Y/n's fingers traveled under Harley's tank top. Her calloused digits moved up Harley's silk skin, stopping once they settled on her breasts.

Her middle and ring finger trapped the pale woman's nipple. She mindlessly moved the two fingers to stimulate the nub. Harley hummed against Y/n's mouth, sending vibrations through the woman.

They broke the kiss to remove the already thin t-shirts. Y/n kissed Harley's lips, then her jaw. She paused at her neck, before licking until her sweet spot was coated in saliva. Then she sucked gingerly on her girlfriend's neck, teeth grazing the skin ever so carefully.

Y/n loved hearing the stutter in Harley's breathing when they were intimate. When she was content with Harley's neck, Y/n placed a kiss on the newly formed bruise.

The nipple that Y/n was playing with had already gotten erect. So Y/n enclosed her mouth around the other one. Her tongue skillfully swirled and prodded the bud.

Once the nipple in her mouth was erect, she switched her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment.

Harley urged the woman back up her body and reconnected their lips. Even with the limited space, Harley was able to flip Y/n on her back.

They smile at each other as Harley's hands rest at the top of Y/n's underwear. She looks to her girlfriend for consent, and Y/n gives it to her.

Harley slides the panties down Y/n's legs. They drop to the floor with their other clothes. Harley closes her eyes as she carefully places kisses up Y/n's legs, all the up to her inner thigh.

The pace is tantalizing.

When she finally let herself get a glimpse between Y/n's thighs, she groaned.

" You're all pretty for me."

Harley looked through her eyelashes at the woman under her. The flush look on Y/n's face, spurred her on.

Opening Y/n's legs was a familiar action to Harley. She didn't have to force them apart, just simply spread them. Harley inhaled Y/n's sweet scent before diving in.

Her flat tongue savored Y/n's wetness. Harley wanted Y/n to cum, but above that she wanted to enjoy eating Y/n's pussy.

She was going to take her time with her girlfriend. She wanted to make it so the taste of Y/n never left her mouth. The flavor needed to be engraved into her brain. Harley had missed it so much when she was locked away.

Harley's tongue darted around Y/n's entrance. The teasing drove the woman crazy. Y/n's body shuddered under Harley.

Y/n let out a delicious moan as Harley began showing her clit attention," H-Harley."

The blonde made eye contact with Y/n as she swirled her tongue around the woman's clit. The action caused Y/n's back to arch.

" I love you," Y/n kept repeating it as her hips began to rock against Harley's face.

Y/n was quick to kiss Harley after her body stopped trembling. The two sat straight up, lips flowing against each other's.

Harley grunted when Y/n gripped a handful of her hair. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Harley kept her pace, and carried Y/n through her orgasm.

This time it was Harley's back against the cot. Y/n didn't fully remove Harley's panties,opting to pull them to the side.

There wasn't a lack of overflow between the fair skinned woman's legs. It was so damp that Y/n couldn't resist sticking a finger in.

" You're perfect."

The sound of Y/n's finger moving in and out of Harley's creamy pussy only added to the arousal. Harley whined a bit at Y/n's pace. The girl added a second finger and a little more speed for her lover.

Y/n used her thumb to tease Harley's clit. The pad of her thumb put a fair amount of pressure on the sensitive nub. This sensation caused Harley to squirm.

Harley needed more, that was evident to Y/n. The woman removed her fingers from Harley's warmth.

Harley's mouth hung open in an 'o' shape at the loss of contact. The fullness of Y/n's fingers, no longer brushing against her insides.

Harley's distress turned into a cry of pleasure once Y/n aligned herself against her. Y/n's eyes burned into Harley's as she moved her hips back and forth on Harley.

The friction between each other being exactly what Harley was craving. Y/n grabbed one of Harley's legs for better leverage. Her pace wasn't super intense, but not slow either.

Her breath was shallow as their juices mixed together. Harley's nails dug their way into Y/n's lower back. Y/n didn't even flinch as Harley began to mark her.

Y/n could feel Harley throbbing against her. The blonde's orgasm had to be close.

" Cum with me, Harley. Let me show you how much I missed you. How much I need you. F-fuck baby, oh god yes."

Y/n's words had pushed Harley over the edge. Her body spasmed under Y/n. The feeling of Harley releasing, made Y/n do the same. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a low moan tumbled out of her mouth.

Y/n's head rested on Harley's chest. She listened to the woman's speeding heartbeat descend. This time it was Harley kissing Y/n's head.

" I love you, Y/n. So much."

"I love you too. I promise we'll get throug-"

Harley cut her off," Just enjoy this moment, with me."

Y/n sighs, but lets herself relax. Harley played with the little hairs on the back of Y/n's neck, coaxing the woman into further relaxation.

Before they could get too comfortable there was a banging on their cell door," Uncover the camera and get dressed. It's shower time."

Flags' voices travels into the room. Both women take their time picking up discarded clothing from the floor and placing it back on their bodies. Y/n unties the uniform from the tv and slips it on.

" We're dressed"

Flag opens the door. This time he's the only guard around. Y/n wants to take advantage of this, but Harley slips her fingers between Y/n's. It's a signal to relax, to let it go for now.

Y/n obliges as the two exit the cell. Flag leads them to the showers and before they enter shoves some clean clothes in their arms.

" I thought prisoners didn't get a change of clothes," Y/n eyes the man.

Flag shrugs," Do you want them or not?"

Harley squeals," Thanks Flagsy you're the best."

Y/n watches her girlfriend saunter off into the showers, leaving her alone with Flag momentarily.

" You two don't seem compatible at first glance," Flag pauses before speaking again, " but it's obvious you care about each other. I can respect that."

Y/n doesn't say anything, trying to assess what Flag was saying. She didn't get it. Instead of dwelling on it, she just gave the man a curt nod, before entering the showers.

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Memoirs of a Colonel (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List DC Master List

Requested by @neon-supernova: I wanted to ask for a Rick wakes up but has no memory. so he's joined another army. (He still has that muscle memory!) and then comes face to face with the task force and his reader girl, who thought he was dead! And seeing her was like a memory trigger?

Warnings: Amnesia, loss of identity, language, violence, guns

Word Count: 2.4k

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The turbulence from the plane stirs you away, that and Harley’s light humming wakes you from a dreamless sleep as you rub the tiredness out of your eyes. When Waller had told you it was going to be a long flight, you had seriously undermined just how long of a flight it was. Looking down at your watch, you figure you have about another 45 minutes before you make contact with your informant so there is no point in trying to go back to sleep. Instead, you look over the team that Waller had selected, that Rick had left, and try to play the mission out in your head.

It’s been 5 months since you’ve last seen the colonel. It’s been 5 months since he left without a trace. It’s been 4 months since your reconnaissance mission proved to be useless and it’s been 3 months since you’ve given up.

Sitting beside you, Harley frowns, her normal cheery makeup now painted with grays and blacks as she represents your internal feelings, after all, Flag was her friend too, and seeing you so heartbroken over him breaks her heart too. If anything, she was the one who told you not to give up, but Waller’s words are more powerful than the Queen of Crime’s. “Ya good puddin’?”

You look over to your friend and offer a small smile. “I’m ready for this to be over.”

“It hasn’t even started yet.” DuBois comments from across the cargo hold, having taken your place as second in command while you took Rick’s place.

“And? I’m ready for it to be over,” you snap back, offering him a timid smile as a form of apology but he honestly doesn’t care. Even though you and Rick never had a label, everyone who knew the two of you knew that you and Flag were inseparable, on and off the field. “Look, let’s just finish this mission so we can take another 14 hour flight home.” Everybody nods in agreement as you load your weapons. “I have a weird feeling about this one.”

Rick wakes with another headache. He doesn’t know why, but for the past several months, these headaches will randomly come and go. Shaking his head, he walks out of his hut and into the open forest, various soldiers running around, grabbing their weapons and loading them. “What’s going on?”

“We’re meeting up with some specialists. They’re going to help us defeat Toto,” the soldier scurries away as Rick nods his head, reaching into his hut and grabbing his rifle. When he woke up 5 months ago, he didn’t have any memories of who he was or where he was, so when the band of resistance fighters found him on the shore and took him in, he instantly joined, falling into eerily familiar patterns.

“Marsel.” Rick’s head snaps towards the familiar voice of the resistance leader. “We need you to come with us.”

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“What the fuck is taking them so long?” Peacemaker questions from beside you, foot tapping impatiently into the ground as you roll your eyes while Harley bounces around in a dress, twirling to an inaudible song as DuBois scopes out the land.

“I don’t know, maybe they got the wrong coordinates,” you reply before hearing a twig snap, gaining the attention of the task force as various people emerge, including none other than Rick Flag.

“No fucking way.” Harley comments as you freeze in your spot, thoughts running a thousand miles a minute with questions.

“Holy shit.”

“You must be Colonel (Y/L/N). Ms. Waller said we should be expecting you. I didn’t expect you to be a female though.”

“That’s misogynistic.” DuBois comments, walking over to you and placing a hand on your back, stirring you from your thoughts.

“Rick? Rick, is that you?” Before the 6’2 soldier can respond, you’re launching yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing the life out of him as he takes a step back in confusion.

“Who are you?”

“What? What do you mean who am I? It’s (Y/N).” You hop down from his frame, looking him over as the resistance soldiers look at you oddly while the Squad watches in shock, Harley’s normally pale face even paler.

“I don’t know you?” It comes out more as a question as his hazel eyes scan you over, confusion swimming behind his irises as your heart breaks. How could he not recognize you?

“I think you must have confused him for somebody else. This is one of our best soldiers, Marsel. He washed up on shore about 5 months ago and has been with us ever since,” the leader comments as you lick your lips before shoving your hand into your shirt and pulling out a photo of you and Rick at a bowling alley, him going in with a wide mouth to bite you from behind as you smile for the camera.

“That’s Rick Flag. Marsel is Rick Flag. He went missing for months on end, I tried to look… we tried to look for him but never found him. Here, look at some more photos.” You pull more photos out of your training bra and hand them over to the leader as Rick peers over his shoulder. Even though the guy in the photos looks like him, he doesn’t feel any sense of memory for them.

“You seem really close,” the leader comments as you nod your head, taking the photos back and placing them back in your bra near your heart.

“We are, bu-”

“Commander, we need to get going. Toto is on the move.” The commander nods as Rick takes a step back to look behind you, trying to figure out who the people are, but with no avail as you release a shaky sigh, trying to collect pieces of your heart.

“Ok, here’s the plan.”

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“Harley, get down!” You yell out, ducking underneath the cover of some debris and taking the time to reload your gun while the former psychiatrist giggles as she mows down assailant after assailant as DuBoi shoots from above and Peacemaker shoots from the side as a body comes crashing down next to you, arm raised above his head as he blocks the debris from buildings.

“Does she always do that?” Rick asks you, out of breath, reloading his gun as you gulp beside him, nodding your head.

“Yeah, you always yelled at her for it!” You shout over the gunfire as Rick’s eyes look down, picking up a piece of paper and examining it although ash and dirt cover the picture. Wiping away the grime, his eyes land on a picture of you in the arms of a man that looks exactly like him, your face wearing a bright smile as his face pressed against yours, kissing your cheek in a loving way. A flash of recognition crosses through Rick’s mind. Even though it seems familiar to him, he can’t help but to feel disassociated with whatever sentimental value the photograph holds.

“Can I have that back?” The question disrupts Rick’s thoughts as he looks over to you, holding your hand out for the photo with a somber expression. Ever since you found out he was still alive, the guilt has been eating at you. How could you give up on him? How could you accept his death? Rick hands the photograph over before you shove it back into your sports bra, not giving him another look before you’re hopping over the makeshift barricade with guns blazing while Rick stays behind, something tugging at the back of his head. Why does the picture seem so familiar?

“Marsel! We need you!” The voice of his commander snaps him out of his thoughts as he quickly leaves the barricade, only for something, or someone, to blind side him, knocking him unconscious.

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The bed is soft and warm when Rick wakes up, blankets resting just beneath his chin as his eyes flutter open, instantly finding your frame standing in the doorway, a brush combing through your freshly curled hair.

“Morning, sleepy head, I was worried that you’d never wake up,” you comment, setting the brush on the nightstand before taking a seat by his side. “We have that farmers market.”

Rick smiles, reaching up an arm as fingers thread through flawless curls, meeting no resistance as he looks up at your face with love.

“Yeah, yeah I’m getting up.” “Good, we leave in 20.”

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Children run between you and Rick as they chase each other in the crisp autumn morning air as a pleasant hum of conversations surround the two of you as you walk hand in hand, thankful for the day off. Because of the two of you working for the task force, days where the both of you have off is far and few, so it’s no surprise that you take advantage of every moment you have with your beloved.

Pulling you to the side, Rick grabs two steaming cups of hot cider before handing one to you with a smile. After June, he never thought he would find someone again. He thought work would consume him for the rest of his life, but when you showed up out of the blue, fresh in from Cali, his breath was taken away and it didn’t take long before the two of you started dating; and now, the thought of seeing you so domesticated outside of work has the ring burning holes in Rick’s pocket.

“Darlin’?”

“Hmm?” You look up through lashes, the cup of cider warming your hands as he sets his cup to the side before pulling out a box from his coat pocket, causing your heart to race. “Rick?”

“(Y/N), when you first stepped out of that carrier with Waller by your side, I felt threatened. I had only ever heard about you in passing and about how experienced you were and how you let nothing get in the way between you and your job, and well, I felt threatened by it, but I also respected it. As time moved on and the more we went on missions together, I started to see you not only as my partner on the field but also as a partner in real life and I could not have been more blindsided by the prospects. When I first asked you out, I thought you would say no, and I was terrified of putting myself on the line again and when you said yes, well, I was the happiest man on Earth. Now I’m asking you to make me the happiest man on the Earth again and marry me?” Wake up, Rick.

Your cheeks bloom with blush, feeling the anticipating stare of everyone around you as you look down at the love of your life, a ring shining in the morning light as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you mean it?”

Wake up! For a second, Rick whips his head around, trying to locate the faint voice tugging at the back of his head before paying attention back to you, a smile on his face.

“I mean every word, darlin’. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You throw yourself into his arms and cry into his shoulder as the people around you clap and whistle while Rick presses kisses to your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the voice grows louder before consuming him entirely.

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Rick wakes up with a gasp, sucking in as much air as possible as you help him sit up, rubbing his back as the squad and resistance members look on in curiosity. Catching his breath, Rick looks around in confusion. What the hell happened? Was that just a dream or a memory? If it was a dream, why did it feel so real? If it was a memory, why does he not recognize it? “Rick, are you okay?” Your voice is soft and concerned, eyes holding relief at seeing his conscious body as Rick nods his head, the commander taking his other side.

“You had a pretty nasty hit in the head, Marsel. We’re surprised you’re awake.”

“My name isn’t Marsel.” Rick’s voice is quiet, almost as if he isn’t sure, but then again, how could he ever really be sure.

“Sure it is, soldier. We found you. We made you.”

“Nobody made him except for himself” You counteract, hand still holding firm to his back. “He’s more experienced than all of you.” Rick watches as his commander waves off your statement and stands to his full height, extending his arm for Rick to take as a black carrier lands on the ground.

“Come Marsel, our job here is done. We must regroup with the others.” Rick thinks for a moment before looking over to where DuBois herds the squad members on the cargo plane, a strange sense of familiarity taking over before looking at you, various emotions flowing through his mind, but at the top of those emotions one shines through. Love. Standing up by himself, Rick extends his hand for you to take and pulls you up with ease before looking over to his commander.

“I think I’ll go back with them. I feel like I have a life with them.” The commander shakes his head in anger, causing you to stiffen your stance at Rick’s side, hand hovering over your gun.

“Fine then. When you find that they are imposters and aren’t really who they say they are, you will not be allowed back, ever.” Rick looks down at you with a smile before turning back to his commander.

“I don’t think that would be an issue.” Rick turns around on his heel, hand resting on your back as he guides you along. Despite not having complete recall with his memories, he knows he is exactly who he needs to be with and that’s the most important thing of all.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Presumed Dead (Part 1)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader

Word Count: 6384

TW: Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Torture, Capture/ Held Prisoner, Slight Mind Break, Guns, Internal Bleeding, Suicidal Thoughts, Bodily Changes Due to Starvation/Malnutrition, and I reserve the right to not tag all warnings so you have been warned!

Notes: Thank you to @loverhymeswith and @sociiallydiisoriiented for beta reading. I love you both and appreciate all the love and support! 💕

This is part of @that-sarcastic-writer's writing challenge for the prompt "Characters reunited after character A thought character B died". Congrats on your follower milestone! 🥰 This is a DARK fic with dark themes and images. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. It's dark, but it is also one of my favorite things I have ever written! 💖

Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon), ??? (coming soon)

Running across the battlefield, Rick passed the motionless bodies of both his men and the enemy as he desperately searched for his lieutenant. The last time he had spotted you, you had been shooting at three knife-wielding attackers when your gun clicked empty. Your eyes had met Rick’s for just a brief second before he was overwhelmed by his own enemies.

Rick hissed as he applied more pressure to the deep wound on his shoulder that was currently gushing blood through his fingers, but he ignored the pain as he continued his search. He had to find you before you became just another one of the bodies scattered around him.

A noise from his left caught his attention and Rick rushed off towards the sound. It led him to a platform overhanging the cliff. As he approached, he could make out a lone figure fighting off two others, and even before he could make out your face, Rick knew it was you. He would recognize your fighting style anywhere.

He pulled his gun from its holster and was taking aim just as both attackers collapsed to the floor, their blood now dripping from your knife. You let it clatter to the floor as you straightened up, trying to catch your breath. Rick could see some superficial cuts on your neck and face, but nothing looked too serious. He let out a soft sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if he had lost you.

You glanced up, instantly dropping into a fighting stance at the sound of him approaching. But then you relaxed and grinned when you saw it was only him. “As usual, you only show up after I’ve taken care of everyone.”

Rick shook his head and smirked at you. “I knew you could handle yourself, darlin’. You always do.”

“I had an excellent teacher,” you said as your grin softened into something more tender.

He knew that was just empty praise. When the two of you had been introduced three years ago, you were already one of the best soldiers Rick had ever met. It was no wonder he fell in love with you almost instantly. The part that still baffled and amazed Rick was that you loved him in return.

You took a step towards him just as you heard a metallic “click”. Both of your heads snapped towards the noise. There, leaning against the support cables for the platform, a wounded enemy soldier held up a grenade in one hand and the pin in the other. He smiled weakly before his head slumped to the side and the grenade slid to the floor.

Rick screamed out your name, but it was too late. The grenade exploded, the blast destroying the support cables instantly. Your eyes, wide with fear, once again met Rick’s for just a moment as you reached out your hand for his. But then the platform collapsed into the abyss below, and you vanished along with it.

Rick collapsed to his knees, staring blankly at the spot you had been standing mere seconds before, hoping beyond hope you would somehow come climbing back over the edge of the cliff. But you never reemerged. You were gone. And you had taken his heart with you.

Rick groaned as he slowly dragged himself from unconsciousness and attempted to roll over. His head was pounding, and his entire body felt oddly weak and sluggish. He tried to think back to what had happened before this moment and where he was, but all he could remember was his nightmare. After three months, he still hadn’t had a single night’s sleep where he didn’t relive the moment you had plummeted to your death. He should have been faster, he should have saved you.

But since he had let you down in life, he had sworn he wouldn’t do the same in death. For the past three months, he had spent every moment tracking down the men who were responsible for your death. Which was how he had ended up here.

It all came rushing back. He had found a lead on the remaining men he was tracking and when Waller had refused to sanction his investigation, he had gone rogue and broken out Harley and Harkness to help him. But when they had arrived at the supposed location, they had gotten separated. And the next thing Rick knew, he was surrounded by enemy soldiers, and something had slammed into the back of his head. That was the last thing he could remember.

As he forced his eyes open, Rick realized he was in a small jail cell. Groaning once more, he sat up on the small cot he had been lying on and looked around, trying to locate the best means of escaping.

His cell had two doors. One led into the main room with another door, presumably to the outer hallway, and one that led directly into the adjacent cell. That cell was almost three times as large as his and appeared to be empty. Unfortunately, neither door seemed like it would be easy to escape from. Rick cursed softly to himself.

“Welcome back, Colonel. It’s been a while.” Rick froze at the sound of the familiar voice that had just called out to him. But it couldn’t be. You were dead…. Weren’t you?

The voice languidly continued. “Normally you show up every few days, but this time it’s been what? Almost a week? I thought maybe you were gone for good. Wasn’t sure whether to sob or rejoice.”

“Darlin’?” Rick called out hesitantly, his voice catching in his throat as he scanned the outer room and the other cell, trying to locate where your voice was coming from. He had watched you fall a hundred feet – you couldn’t have survived that – yet he’d know your voice anywhere. It sent a spark straight to his heart, restarting it after three long months.

Finally, he noticed a shape huddled in the far corner of the cell next to his. At first, he hadn’t noticed it because the gray blanket wrapped around the form blended in with the cell walls. But then Rick saw it shift slightly, and he realized what he was looking at.

Still unable to believe the miracle before him, he repeated himself, “Darlin’? Hey, it’s me. Rick. How are you here? I saw you fall…. I-I thought I’d lost you.”

“You did lose me. Then I lost me. Now, I don’t really know if there’s anything left for someone to find.”

Rick’s brow furrowed in confusion as he gazed at the back of your head while you continued to stare at the wall beside you, seemingly indifferent to his presence. He moved closer to the bars dividing your two cells. “I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. Darlin’, would you please just look at me?”

As you let out a long sigh, Rick couldn’t understand why you weren’t reacting to the fact he was here. Sure, you were both still prisoners, but just the fact the two of you had somehow managed to be reunited after your supposed death should be enough to warrant some sort of reaction: happy to see him, mad he had stopped looking for you, sad he had been captured too – something! But instead, you just continued to stare at the wall.

Rick drew himself up to his full height, and in his most authoritative voice, barked, “Lieutenant! You will look at me. Now! That is an order!”

You scoffed. “You know, even like this, you know how to get your way.” And you turned to look at him.

Rick nearly collapsed as he took in the person in front of him. There were cuts and bruises scattered across your face and neck in various stages of healing, and it looked as if your nose had been broken at some point. Your hair was a matted, greasy mess as if it hadn’t been taken care of for weeks, if not longer. Your eyes stared at him with a dull, foggy heaviness to them that made it seem as if you were staring through him, not at him. Your face had grown gaunt and thin, so painfully thin, while your skin looked as if it hadn’t seen the sun since the day you disappeared – but it was you. It was really you.

Breathlessly, Rick whispered, “It’s true….. You’re really here….”

You chuckled, the sound slightly off, almost unhinged. “But you’re not really here. You’re dead. Or I’m dead? I never remember which one. But I guess I can’t be dead if I’m still in this much pain all the time. Unless this is hell? Actually, that would make a lot of sense….”

As you continued to ramble on about the likelihood that this was hell, Rick could only stare at you in horror. “Oh my god… What have they done to you?”

“Torture,” you said matter of factually as if you had just told him the time. “And drugs. Oh, so many drugs. And none of the fun kinds either. No, just the ones that make my insides burn all night or the ones that turn my brain to mush for days or the ones that make me violently sick for hours …… or the ones that make me see you. Those are the worst. Because for just a moment, every damn time, I let myself believe you are real. But you’re never real. This isn’t real.”

“This time I am. I’m here, I swear. And I’m gonna get you out.”

You shrug, completely unphased by his statement. “That’s what you always say. Though it is strange because they didn’t give me any drugs yet today, so I don’t know why I’m seeing you. Maybe I finally snapped for good. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted this long. What’s it been, two, maybe three weeks?”

Rick’s blood ran cold. “Darlin’….. You’ve been gone for three months.”

He watched a look of panic cross your face as the reality of the situation hit you. “No… No, that’s not possible. I’ve been keeping track.”

As you rose carefully to your feet, the blanket that you had wrapped around yourself fell to the floor. Rick couldn’t contain his gasp of devastation. If he thought you had looked thin before, it was nothing compared to seeing you fully. You were still wearing the same white tank top you had been wearing under your tac gear when you disappeared, but it was now stained a brownish red with dirt and layers of dried blood. Where it had once fit snuggly over your form, it was now loose and baggy. You had a different pair of pants on than before, but even tied tightly at your narrow waist, they threatened to slip past your boney hips that were now protruding sharply from either side of your body. Ever since the day Rick had met you, you had always been toned and fit for combat, your arms firm and muscular. But now, all of that was gone as your skin was stretched tightly over nothing but bone.

But almost more heartbreaking than your transformation were the marks covering your body. Bruises of various ages and colors covered your skin in a rainbow of reds, yellows, purples, and blues. And littered amongst them were a multitude of cuts and slashes, some fresh and still slightly oozing while others had already left nasty scars. As you crossed the cell to your cot, Rick noticed your very pronounced limp, which slowed your progress. When you began to examine the wall beside the bed, he could just barely make out small tally marks carved into the surface. And as you ran your hand over them as you silently counted, he noticed how cracked, chipped, and bloody your fingernails looked. It was instantly and painfully clear how you had made those marks.

As you finished counting, you looked confused, as if the number didn’t seem right. And Rick had to admit, it looked like there was only a fraction of your time recorded there. But then, you pushed the cot aside, exposing another part of the wall. A part that was completely covered by your crude marks.

You stumbled back, your eyes growing wide and frantic at the sight of just how long you had truly been here. But then, that same foggy expression slowly fell across your face once more, and in a soft voice, you said, “Well…. as they say, time flies when you’re having fun. I guess I just forgot. But then again, I forgot a lot of things.” Your eyes flickered to Rick’s. “But never you. I never once forgot you. Though, sometimes I wish I had. Because then it wouldn’t hurt so bad when it turns out you aren’t really here.”

“I’m so sorry, darlin’. I’m so sorry for all of this. But, you don’t have to worry about that this time because I am really here.”

“That’s what they all say. But it is strange they didn’t give me any drugs yet today so I shouldn’t be seeing you. Maybe this is it and I finally snapped for good. Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” Your face fell. “Did I.... did I already say that? I think I did but I forget. But I forget a lot of things now. Those drugs they keep giving me scrambled me up pretty good. They make me see things that aren’t real. Maybe this was how Harley felt when her guy zapped her. I can’t remember his name, the guy with the green hair and that awful laugh. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. None of it does. At the end of the day, it’s still me…. Or is it? I can’t remember anymore.”

Rick didn’t even realize that tears had started silently rolling down his face until one dripped off onto his arm. You had always been the strongest, most confident, most intelligent person he had ever known. And seeing you like this, so confused, so broken, so unsure of yourself, it was its own form of torture.

You seemed to notice his tears because your lip began to quiver. “Pl-please don’t do that. Don’t show me that. It’s bad enough thinking about what he would think of what I’ve become, how he would look at me. I don’t need my hallucinations actually showing it to me. I know I’m fucked up, in my head, my body. That’s another thing I can never forget. But I don’t need to see what my colonel would really think of me.”

Rick quickly wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m not- This isn’t because of anything you did or how you are. I shoulda been here sooner. I shoulda known you’d survive and I shoulda tracked you down. I’m so sorry.”

“How were you supposed to know? I barely survived as it was and if I had seen you drop, I would have thought the same thing.” You looked down at your hands and Rick could see you were struggling to hold back your own tears. “But Rick…. I miss you so much. Every single fucking moment of every single fucking day. I thought these hallucinations were a blessing at first because I had you with me, but every time you disappear again, it tears me up inside. And all I want to do is to have one kiss, to hold your hand, to run my fingers through your hair, to smell your skin, something. It’s a physical ache at this point that screams out to me each and every time I see you. I need you as much as I need to breathe…. but you’re not really here.”

“I am! I don’t know how else to convince you.” Rick pressed himself against the bars of his cell as tightly as he could as he reached out for you. “Please, just give it one last try. One more chance to prove I’m really here.”

“You’ve said that so many times. You’ve sat in that cell so many times and tried to persuade me. But I can’t let myself fall for it again. Because every time I reach out for you and my hand passes through nothing, I die a little inside. And I’m completely hollow now.” You squeezed your eyes tightly for a moment, but when you opened them again, the pain was gone, and the old blank expression had returned. “Look, can you just go away? I really can’t deal with you today.”

“I can’t go anywhere. I’m locked up too, remember? Because I’m really here.”

“That’s what they all say. But I can’t do this, not today.”

There was something ominous about the way you repeated ‘today’. Slowly, Rick asked, “What’s so special ‘bout today?”

“You know what.” It was little more than a sigh. And when he didn’t respond, you continued. “I told you, I’m hollow, I’m hurt, and I’m tired. I’m so goddamn tired. I’ve been fighting so hard for so long-” you gestured to the marks on the wall “-apparently for longer than I realized. But I’m done. I just want to go to sleep. But I can’t do…. what I need to do... in front of you, even imaginary you. I can’t disappoint you like that. So please, just leave me to finally get my peace.” You closed your eyes again as your right thumb began to rub small circles just below your left wrist, directly across the vein.

Rick’s eyes widened as he realized what you were implying. Looking around frantically in his cell, he noticed a few small rocks in the corner where they had fallen from the wall. Picking one up, he aimed through the bars and hurled it at you. It slammed into your arm, and you snapped your eyes open as you turned to glare at him.

“Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“Have any of your other hallucinations been able to do that? If I’m not really here, then this shouldn’t really hurt.” Rick hurled the second rock at you, which missed slightly and just skimmed across your skin, scraping it just enough to draw a few drops of blood.

You watched, a look of fascination on your face, as the red liquid welled up on your arm. Hesitantly, you wiped away the stain with your fingertips and stared at them for a moment. Then slowly, you turned to face Rick. And in a hushed whisper, you said, “It’s real, which means…. Ri-Rick?”

Rick nodded, a smile of relief spreading across his face. “Yeah. I’m real. I’m really here, darlin’. I promise you that. And I’ve never broken a promise to you, have I?”

Softly, you shook your head. Licking your lips, you took a small step forward. Then another. With one hesitant step at a time, you approached the bars that are separating your cells. You reached out your trembling hand, but when it was a few inches from the bars, you froze. With tears streaming down your face, you whispered, “I can’t. I-I can’t do this again.”

Rick gave you an understanding smile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. You’re not alone anymore.” And with that, he reached through the bars to close the distance between your hands, and he linked his fingers with yours.

At the instant of contact, you inhaled sharply and your eyes flew to his. With a strangled sob, you threw yourself against the bars, desperately trying to reach as much of him as possible. Rick slid his arms through the bars as much as they would fit and wrapped you in his embrace as you bawled uncontrollably, your shoulders heaving wildly as you trembled in his grasp. He ran his hand over the back of your head as he whispered, “It’s okay, darlin’. It’s okay. I’ve got you now.”

As you continued to break down, he had to look away and clench his teeth to stop his own sobs from bursting from his chest. It was a miracle he was holding you once again. However, as he drew you close to him, he was horrified by how fragile and frail your emaciated body felt in his muscular arms. He was almost afraid that if he squeezed you too tightly, you would simply snap in half.

For what felt like an eternity, Rick held you in his arms. Within minutes, his muscles began screaming out in pain at the unnatural way he was squeezed through the bars, but he ignored it as he let you cling to him. After all you had been through, he could handle a little discomfort if it eased your suffering even the slightest bit.

But finally, you pulled back to look at him and he was able to shift into a more comfortable position. As he stared at you, he asked, “How did you survive? I saw you fall… probably a hundred feet.”

“I don’t know. I just remember seeing the cables snap and then your face and then…. nothing until I woke up here. I was hurt really badly. Broken bones, a collapsed lung, major blood loss. And my knee was completely shattered. But they didn’t care. They did enough to make sure I would survive but everything else…. Things either healed right or they didn’t. It didn’t matter to them. And when I was coherent enough, the questions started. All about ARGUS and Waller and the Task Force. But I didn’t tell them anything…. Or at least I don’t think I did. After a certain point, my memories start getting fuzzy and I can’t….”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes once more. “Rick…. I’m not okay. My head’s really messed up. I’m trying so hard right now to stay focused on this conversation, but I’m… drifting. Unless I really, really concentrate, I can’t remember things and I can’t…. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. I’m still not totally convinced you’re not just some new fucked up dream that I think I can touch.”

Rick cupped your face in between his hands, trying to let you feel as much of his skin, his warmth, as possible. He trailed both thumbs gently up and down your cheeks as your eyes flickered closed in the comfort of his touch. “See? I’m here with you. I’m really touching you and you’re really touching me. It’s gonna be okay. When we get outta here, we’ll get you a nice meal, have someone check you out, and they’ll have you back to your old self in no time.”

Your eyes slowly opened once more to bore solemnly into his. “And if- if they can’t?”

Rick leaned his head against yours. “Then I’ll be right there to help you figure things out. Once we’re safe, I’m never lettin’ you outta my arms again. I swear.”

The two of you remained like that for another eternity before Rick finally whispered, “What are we in for when they come back?”

You sighed. “I don’t really know. They don’t even ask me questions anymore. Obviously, they did at first, but now, they just hurt me or inject me with something then throw me back in here. I don’t know why they even bother keeping me alive anymore.”

Both you and Rick exchanged a worried glance as you processed your last statement. But before either one of you could say anything, the main door opened and six men with guns walked in. You clutched Rick’s arm tightly as they started towards your cell door.

There was nothing Rick could do while he was in a separate cell, but he tried to pull you closer to him, his hands tightly coiling in the loose fabric of your clothes.

As one of the men opened your cell and you cowered into Rick, he called out, “Hey! Hey, stop! Take me instead! Leave her alone. She doesn’t know anythin’ anyway. You want me!”

Your eyes darted to his face as you whispered, “Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing. What they’ll do to you.”

Yes, I do. Rick thought. I can see it in every mark on your skin. But he continued shouting, “Fresh meat, right here. I got all the juiciest secrets you’re just dyin’ to find out.” But the men barely glanced in his direction. Instead, they grabbed you.

“No, no, no! Rick! No!” you frantically clawed at his arms as you tried to maintain your grip on him as they began to drag you away.

“Hey! Get the hell away from her!” Rick barked as he tried to push the men off of you, but one of them slammed the butt of his gun into Rick’s head, dazing him enough that he lost his grasp on you. Instantly, the men yanked you away from the bars and towards the cell door.

Rick felt blood running down the side of his head and everything was slightly hazy, but he managed to raise his head enough to focus on your face, and the soft smile of acceptance you had on it, just before they hauled you from his sight.

The next few hours were a kind of torture Rick had never experienced before. Even watching you die hadn’t felt like this. At least then, he was sure you were dead. But now? They could be doing anything to you and he had no way of knowing. In fact, there was a strong possibility you were already dead, but Rick refused to let himself consider that option. Not after he found you again. Not after he promised everything was going to be alright.

Finally, the outer door opened and the men from before returned carrying your limp body between them. He took one look at you before throwing himself against the bars. “You bastards! What did you do to her?��

The men ignored him, but they shifted enough that Rick was able to get a better look at you. But he almost wished he hadn’t. One eye was swollen closed and your bottom lip was split wide open with blood trailing down your chin. There were finger-shaped bruises already starting to form around your throat and Rick could hear you wheezing even from here as you struggled to breathe through your damaged esophagus. Many of your old scars had been reopened, presumably with a blade of some sort, and as the men carried you into your cell, Rick saw the trail of blood you were leaving in your wake.

When they got you inside, they tossed you callously onto the cot. Rick heard you moan weakly in pain, and he shook the bars once more as he snarled, “You sons of bitches! Do you think you’re so tough because you beat up on a defenseless, injured woman? Why don’t you come over here and see what I’ll do to you?”

Six guns were immediately pointed at Rick’s head and chest, but he didn’t back down. One of the men approached the door connecting Rick’s cell to yours and he unlocked it, letting it swing open with a clang. Rick stood in place for a moment, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he took a single step forward, into your cell. Still, nothing happened. The guns were still trailed on him, but none of the men seemed like they were planning on stopping him from leaving his cell. Glancing between the men, he quickly tried to calculate how many of them he could incapacitate or kill before one of them could gun him down. He might not make it out of this alive, but at least he could take a few of the bastards who did this to you with him.

“Rick….” The sound of your hoarse, weakened voice snapped him out of his bloodlust-filled rage. As his eyes darted to you, he saw your good eye cracked open slightly and gazing at him. Slowly, you raised a single finger into the air. It was all you could manage at the moment but he understood. Ignoring all the guns pointed at him, he crossed the jail cell in three long strides and knelt down beside your cot. As he did so, he felt a tiny sting on his neck, but he ignored it as he turned all of his focus onto you.

Rick carefully cupped your face, but it still caused you to release a low moan. Up close, he could see the bruising on your cheekbone, indicating a fracture or even a break. And as he began to take your hand, he noticed all but one finger on the right hand was now missing its fingernail. Glancing at the left, he saw it in a similar state except for your pinkie, or what was left of it, was wrapped in a dirty piece of gauze.

Every muscle in Rick’s body tensed once more and he began to rise to challenge the men for what they had done to you, but you whispered, “No. Stay.”

Ever so slowly, and with much effort, Rick lowered himself back to the floor, the hatred still glowing in his eyes. But he reluctantly turned his focus back to you. The slightest ghost of a smile passed across your lips, and Rick gave your arm a soft squeeze.

After a few minutes of silence, the men slowly backed out of the cell, their guns still trailed on Rick. And then they locked the cell and exited the room. The two of you were finally alone, together in the same place. But at what cost?

Rick gazed down at you tenderly, as he gently stroked the back of your hand. “Darlin’, why did they do this to you? Why now?”

You swallowed painfully before mumbling, “They have you. A colonel. What more do they need with the broken shell of a lieutenant? This was a warning for you to cooperate with them. And they said if I survive this, they’ll just do it again until I don’t.”

“I won’t let them. And you’ve been through worse than this before. You’re gonna pull through.”

“Rick…. I don’t think I am.”

Slowly, your hand reached for the bottom of your shirt. You tried raising it up, but Rick could see you were struggling. So, he gently moved your hand out of the way and lifted the hem of your shirt to reveal your stomach. Massive bruises covered your torso, but one section on your left side was especially brutal. It was a much darker red and purple than the rest and when he gently prodded it, your skin was hot to the touch.

He looked fearfully back up to your face and you weakly nodded. “I think I felt something break or burst. There’s probably internal bleeding. Things are going to get bad. And then, they’re going to get worse. And there’s nothing we can do about that without help.”

“You have to hold on. Okay? The team will have been lookin’ for me and they have to be close by now. You just have to hold on until they get here. Then it’ll all be okay.” He brushed the hair away from your sweaty face. “I’m right here beside you and I’ll do whatever I can to help, but you have to fight. For me. For us. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

“I’ll try. But I don’t know how much fight I have left.”

Rick leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before muttering, “It’ll be okay. You’re the strongest person I know. And you’re gonna be fine.”

An hour or so later, you were much worse. Your skin was hot and clammy to the touch, the bruise on your side was growing larger as well as darker, and you were barely able to hold on to consciousness. Rick kept trying to get you to talk in order to keep you awake, but your words soon grew more chaotic and confused than ever before, until Rick couldn’t bear to listen to the insanity spilling from your lips. So instead, he let you drift back into silence.

He remained pressed tightly to you on the small cot, running his hand soothingly over your hair or across your face, softly whispering words of encouragement or hope. However, he wasn’t sure if you were even aware of the fact he was here anymore. Every once in a while, you would mutter something incoherent before going quiet again and Rick would just hold you tighter.

And then the coughing started. Wet, ragged sounds that had your body folding in half and your face contorting in pain. When this would happen, Rick would help ease you into a sitting position and wrap you in a bear hug to try and keep you from shaking too much and causing even more harm to your already severely damaged body. Then, he would lower you back down as you gasped frantically, trying to catch your breath. This cycle repeated in rapidly shortening intervals.

After a particularly bad coughing spell, he watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and he used his thumb to wipe it away. “Come on, darlin’. You gotta stay with me. I just got you back. I can’t watch you die again.”

For the first time since the fever started, you looked up at him with halfway clear eyes. You struggled to swallow before murmuring, “Rick, I’ve wanted to die for weeks. I was ready to do it myself when you showed up. But now at least, I get to do it in your arms. The last thing I’ll get to feel is them wrapped around me, and the last thing I’ll see is your face, your eyes. And that’s more than I could have ever hoped for. It absolutely terrifies me what they’ll do to you when I’m gone, but selfishly, I’m glad you’re here with me.” You smiled softly up at him before your face contorted once more and your body convulsed as you coughed, and Rick could only stare in horror as blood dotted your lips, and stained your teeth. It was a bad sign in a long list of bad signs.

With a somber sigh, he leaned over and rested his head on yours. “Just hang in there. We’ll figure a way out. I promise.”

“What happened to never breaking a promise to me?” you asked weakly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your blood-speckled lips as your eyes fluttered, struggling to remain open.

“I haven’t yet, have I?” You shook your head, the movement so small that Rick felt it more than saw it. “It’ll be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Before he could say more, there was a loud commotion on the other side of the door that led out into the hall. Rick eased himself carefully off the cot and hurried over to the bars of the cell just as a blast of gunfire exploded outside. He glanced back at you, but you hadn’t even flinched at the noise, either too accustomed to these kinds of outbursts or too weak to react anymore. Rick wasn’t sure which option was more troubling.

Then, as suddenly as it started, the sounds stopped. Rick shifted his position so he stood between you and the door as he lowered himself into a fighting stance. No one was going to lay another finger on you as long as he still had breath in his lungs.

The door flew open, slamming loudly against the wall, and a familiar figure walked in. Rick straightened up as she said, “There ya are, Colonel. Been lookin’ for ya.”

Rick pressed his face against the bars. “Harley? How did- never mind. You need to get us out of here right now.”

“Us? Ya got a little friend in there with ya?” Harley skipped over towards the cell but came to a sudden halt as she got a look at the person on the cot. “Is that…. I thought she was dead!” But then she gasped as she took in the full extent of your injuries. “Oh, doll…. Look at you. You’ve been stuck in here this whole time?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I thought she died too, but somehow, she survived. However, she won’t last much longer without serious medical attention, so you need to call someone to extract us.” But Harley just kept staring at you in disbelief and shock, the horror of what she was seeing clearly etched on her face. Yet Rick didn’t have time for it. He barked, “Harley! Either call someone or give me the damn phone so I can. Now! That’s an order.”

Reluctantly, she dragged her eyes away from you and gave her commander a two-finger salute. “Whatever ya say, boss.” Then she pulled out a phone and quickly dialed a number.

As she began to talk to someone on the other end of the line, Rick hurried back to your side. “Darlin’, I need you to sit up. Harley’s here and we’re gettin’ you out of here.” He held open his arms to help you.

However, you weakly shook your head as you muttered, “It’s just the drugs. It has to be. Makes you see what you wanna see. But it’s not real. It’s never real. You, Harley, Boomer… you’ve all shown up to save me so many times. But in the end, it’s never real…..” You trailed off as your head lolled to the side. Rick could see you still breathing but it was getting shallower with each inhale.

However, it was going to be alright because Harley was here and help was coming. You had to be wrong because Rick was never given any drugs which meant Harley couldn’t be a hallucination. She was here, just on the other side of the bars calling for help. Harley was her-

Suddenly, Rick remembered the sharp sting to the back of his neck when they returned you to your cell, as if from a bug bite….. or from a needle. Hesitantly, he looked up to stare at Harley who was pacing just a few feet away with the phone still pressed to her ear. Rick’s eyes never left her as he approached the bars. Then, ever so slowly, he reached out his hand to touch her.

Part 2 and a surprise part coming soon! 🥰

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justin-hammers · 1 year

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So I have six blueprint ideas for my Rick Flag as Enchanter:

1. This AU is still SS '16 except the plot twist is that he has something inside him and the Enchantress wants him to release it publicly and to have him as her husband. Everybody in the squad will have backstories, especially the ones who were underdeveloped in '16. Debating on whether or not they'll have their "Gods" still inside them, but less evil, or just have those "Gods" dead, but June and Rick are still alive.

2. About everything is the same, except Rick is still human until the 3rd Act. He would either get captured by the goons or just turn when they fight. Enchantress tries to get June to agree in transforming Rick into a "God" so that she won't feel ashamed with her curse. She refuses, but then unfortunately agrees due to Enchantress's promises and other things. Both June and Rick get saved, which I'm thinking how. Both stories will expand the relationship since the movie lacks it. Oh, and Harley's relationship with Joker is obviously abusive. Everything else is the same in the movie with some extra stuff.

3. End of TSS after he died, and he gets possessed by an entity and can not get rid of him because he would die. He goes into hiding until he gets found by Harley.

4. Rick is recovering from his severe injury from TSS and has been with Harley. He got rid of Enchanter after SS, but then realized that he's still alive inside him.

5. AU where you met Rick Flag, and you didn't know he's possessed with the Enchanter and leaves before y'all have sex. He goes to your bathroom and doesn't leave. You decide to check on him, but you see the Enchanter instead.

6. AU where you summon Enchanter from where he's from, and in the end, he turns back into Rick, who has no memory with what just happened.

Tell me whatca think about the ideas? 💚🖤💛

#joel kinnaman #rick flag #au idea #au story #dark magic #suicide squad #enchantress #genderbend #genderswap #harley quinn #moonflag #quinnflag #reader insert #x reader

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hoewkeye · 2 years

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the suicide squad masterlist.

series goes for works that have two or more chapters, collections goes for works with collections of blurbs and shortfics that are in the same universe, shortfics are over 500 words, blurbs are under 500 words.

rick flag.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬

— pretty when you cry (+18)

#blue writes for the suicide squad #rick flag x reader #harley quinn x reader

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va-3 · 3 months

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You

Masterlist

Joker:

y/n l/n, the newest of Joker's "army" was known for her: stealth, ferocity, trigger-happy attitude, aggression, and loyalty. An aspect, unknown by several, was her ability to regenerate anything lost on her own being.

Captain Boomerang:

y/n l/n, official human-hunter to Raven Kikason, was infamous for her impeccable tracking skills: those of which were inhuman, and on purpose. Men who heard her name dare not anger her, for her short temper and arsenal are enough to make a grown man cry.

Deadshot:

y/n l/n was the biggest troublemaker in Gotham, or so it was said. The woman herself had no problem screwing her clients over in a weapon trade if it meant she got the better half of the deal, but in doing so she was digging her grave deeper and deeper. y/n found pleasure in pissing of powerful enemies, just getting them angry enough to hire guns, those of which she did not fear. For a contracting demon, she put on a good show.

Diablo:

y/n l/n was scum on the streets. She had no problem killing for money, picking pockets, or kidnapping strangers, as long as she benefited. y/n was incredibly good at abusing her "god given" power, one that made nightmares a reality. Those nightmares were frequently brought into reality so bodies could be destroyed, but when people go missing, the police tend to come looking. y/n, deep in trouble and drowning in power, was captured by a clearly illegal organisation. Locked away, she came to terms on what a monster she was...she had no intention of doing what she had again.

Killer Croc

y/n l/n was considered a demonic powerhouse to the victims that made it out with their lives. Her strength was not something to be messed with and neither was her personal space. Being chased for her power was not an activity she enjoyed, but she tried her best to get a kick out of the bodies that piled. y/n was anything but peaceful seeing as her ability to become any weapon made her quite the target. And being a target, it only took a single second of distraction to bring her down.

Harley Quinn

y/n l/n, a true mental case, had burnt down several homes that had fostered her, but with good reason only known to her. When arson becomes the only solution to fixing your home life, any outsider can tell that there are internal problems. Her pyromaniac tendencies got her locked away in Arkham. Knowing she'd never be left alone, she scared off as many psychiatrists as humanly possible, but when a pretty blonde walked in, her mindset changed.

June Moone

y/n l/n was a strong soldier. Obedient, controlled, everything you'd need for a battlefront ready troop. In her training camps she'd be taught what to do in the circumstances of a terrorist attack, but never had she been prepared enough to face a dark power involved situation.

Enchantress

y/n l/n was just another face in the crowd on the surface, but in reality she was an aged being of power who fit in anywhere, anytime. y/n had nothing to motivate a use of her power, so she lived humbly awaiting the day another like her would appear, and it did. Relieved and happy, she left her host and unleashed her dark power, fueling the new goddess she'd serve beside.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Christmas is for Friends and Family

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When you tell Rick that you don’t do Christmas because it is a time for family and friends, neither of which you have, he makes it his mission to prove you wrong.

Word Count: 1510

TW: Fluff, Alone for Christmas, Found Family, Language

“Hey, Flag. Whatcha working on?” you asked as you casually sauntered into your partner’s office.

He glanced up momentarily from his computer then refocused on the screen. “Tryin’ to get these reports done so I can go home. I can’t believe Waller is making us work late on Christmas Eve.”

You plopped down heavily on the edge of his desk and grabbed a handful of candy out of the dish just next to your knee. “Seriously? That really surprise you? She’s like the Grinch, Scrooge, and Krampus all rolled into one.”

“Better be careful, if she hears you talking like that, she’ll never let you leave.”

“I don’t care. It’s not like I have plans.”

“Oh, come on, darlin’. It’s Christmas Eve! You can’t tell me you don’t have something planned.”

You tried to look as nonchalant as possible as you said, “Nope. I don’t do Christmas. Christmas is for friends and family. And I don’t have either.”

Rick looked slightly hurt. “I’m your friend.”

You popped another candy into your mouth. “No, you’re my coworker. You have to like me for the sake of the team. I meant people who I hang out with outside of work. Who actually thinks about me once they walk out those doors at night.”

You thought you heard Rick mumble something that sounded suspiciously like “I do think about you…all the time” but you brushed it off as wishful thinking. “No, I’m going to do the same thing I do every Christmas. Sleep in, spend the entire day in my pajamas, and eat three day old leftovers while I binge some crappy tv.”

“So, is that why you’re still hanging out around here even though it’s pretty obvious you are done with work?” Rick scoffed. “You just don’t want to go home to an empty apartment all alone? That’s just sad, darlin’.”

You knew he was kidding around, but the retort hit closer to home than you wanted to admit. You stood up abruptly from the desk. “Listen, I was going to offer to help you finish your paperwork in the spirit of holidays and all that, but just forget it.” You stalked to the door as Rick tried to sputter some sort of apology, but you ignored him. Just before you left the room, you spun around to face him.

“Merry Christmas, Colonel Flag.” Then you slammed his door shut loudly.

As you stalked down the hall to your office, you mentally kicked yourself for overreacting. Rick was probably the closest thing you had to a friend either inside or outside the walls of the prison. And the playful back and forth banter was just how the two of you joked around. But ever since your mom died, it had just been you on your own. And you liked it that way. However, sometimes on nights like tonight, the loneliness and isolation hit you like a truck. You had dedicated all your time and energy into your career but what did that leave you with at the end of the day? A one-bedroom apartment and some leftover Chinese take-out.

You sighed as you grabbed your keys and bag from your desk. Turning to leave, you were startled to see Rick standing in your doorway. Part of you wanted to rush over and give him a huge hug, to say how sorry you were for being a brat and storming off. But the part of you that was still hurt by his words was stronger. You pushed past him, jerking your arm out of his grasp when he went to stop you. He tried calling after you, but you just yelled, “I’ll see you on Monday” and kept going.

When you got to your car, you threw everything into the back seat and climbed in. It was only then that you let the first tears stream silently down your cheeks. Once again, you had been given the chance to make things right, and you had thrown it all away. And you wonder why you don’t have any friends.

A knock at your door woke you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you rolled over to see the clock showing 5:48. What the hell! Even on workdays, I don’t have to get up before 6. Whoever that is better just fuck off.

You didn’t hear anything else for a moment, so you snuggled back under the covers and tried to fall back asleep.

BAM, BAM, BAM. You shot up in bed as your front door rattled from the force of the knocking. Grabbing your bathrobe off your chair and your gun from under your pillow, you hurried down the hall. Reaching the front door, you peered cautiously through the peephole, gun raised. But you lowered it with an aggravated sigh as you saw the familiar Colonel on the other side.

“What the fuck do you want, Flag?” you yelled through the wood.

He pressed his face against the other side of the peephole, smiling broadly. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let us in, this hallway is freezing!”

“Then leave! I told you I don’t do Christmas!”

“Well, you do this year. Now let us in!”

You finally realize what he just said. “Wait…. who’s ‘us’?”

Unlocking the door and cracking it slightly, you were promptly shoved out of the way as it suddenly slammed open, and Rick and the entire squad burst into your apartment. You stared openmouthed as each of them filed in with armloads of decorations, food, presents, and lights.

You turn to Rick in astonishment, “How…What…?”

He beamed back brightly, throwing one arm around your shoulder. “Waller’s out of town so I was able to pull a few strings. Everyone’s got to be back by tonight, but I figured none of us should be alone for the holidays. Especially not when there are people who care about us that would love to spend them together.”

You watched as Harley organized the presents, Boomer frantically struggled with a box of tangled lights, Abner fiddled with your oven, DuBois and Lawton argued over the best spot to set the tree, and Cleo controlled a hoard of rats into stringing garland from the ceiling.

You were speechless. The tense ache that had been throbbing in your chest since last night slowly began to fade. You looked up at Rick through misty eyes, “I don’t know what to say. Especially after how I stormed out last night.”

“Ah, it’s okay, darlin’. I took it too far and I shouldn’t have teased you about being by yourself. I mean, I’m one to talk! Before I thought of this, my plans for today were eating a microwavable pizza while I reorganized my gun safe!”

You could feel his deep laugh reverberating throughout your body. It felt so comforting and safe, that you couldn’t help but lean your head into his chest. He glanced down at you and smiled, before murmuring in a softy voice so only you could hear, “Hey, I know this job can be tough. And there are times when you feel alone or isolated. But I’m here for you, always. You are so much more to me than just a coworker. You are the best partner and friend a guy could ask for. And I’m sorry if I never said that before.”

“No, I feel the same way about you. I don’t know why I said that last night. You’ve always been an amazing friend, Rick. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. And this?” You motioned to the chaotic merriment throughout your apartment. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” You rolled out from under his arm to stand chest-to-chest facing one another. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at his face. “But I do have one question for you.”

He ducked his head lower until it hovered just above yours. “And what’s that?”

Lowering your voice, you whispered, “Did Cleo bring those rats with her or were they already in my apartment?....You know what, I don’t want to know.”

Rick chuckled again as he pulled you closer against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your back. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything else, Harley popped up holding a wilted piece of parsley over your heads.

You eyed her curiously. “Uh, Harls…. What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I couldn’t find any mistletoe. And I figured neither one of you would ever make a move on your own so…” She shook the pathetic plant for emphasis.

Rick and you quickly exchanged an embarrassed look but then he stared deep into your eyes. “It might not be the real thing, but it is a tradition.”

You smiled coyly back at him. “Colonel Flag, are you asking if you can kiss me?”

He blushed slightly as he muttered, “Well, you know… the mistletoe... and only if you want to.”

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him down towards your lips. “You never needed an excuse to do this.”

#sfw repost #fic #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #colonel rick flag #colonel rick flag x reader #colonel rick flag x you #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad #suicide squad #christmas #dc #dc x reader #harley quinn #found family #fluff

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Sundress

Pairing: Abner Krill x reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight NSFW, little make-outish, friends with benefits, lots of flirting from other characters (besides Abner), PDA (Public Display of Affection)

Summary: Abner was living a totally “normal” life… until he saw his best friend in a sundress. ❤️‍🔥

(PS: does this photo look small out of editing (like when it’s posted) or is it just me??)

It was a rare occasion that The Suicide Squad would get to go on a badass mission to save the world. This wasn’t the first time, but the last mission of just tracking a small drug cartel wasn’t as fun as your current mission.

“Operation: Sun n’ Gun” Waller announced, the current mission list consisted of Harley Quinn, Bloodsport, Peacemaker, Ratcatcher 2, King Shark, Rick Flag, Polkadot man, and you! This was your first mission with everyone, except for Polka-dot man. As amazing as it was, you two had actually grown more together in prison, seeing as he was the only one able to get you to come out of hiding.

“Question-“ “No questions until I say so, Christopher. Your mission is to uncover a cult that plans on summoning some sort of Kathulu like demon from the ocean. As ridiculous as that sounds, I’m sure you’ve seen the human-sized weasel, so don’t think about the demon too much. Any questions?” Chris raises his hand, Waller ignores him and calls on Bloodsport, “How the hell are we gonna blend in, in a place like that?” He makes hand gestures towards himself, with the way everyone is dressed, he has a point. “We have that covered, and if we don’t have any more questions, we can get you all suited up and dropped down there.” She turns off the projector as we all make our way to a room, with in which eight people stand, each with a costume bag. They’re a thick white material so you don’t see what’s underneath “Jesus, do we really need to dress up?” Bloodsport groans, Waller taps your shoulder to give you the signal to let her through “It’s necessary if you don’t want me to eradicate you. Now, they will hand you the outfit, then your will get changed and head straight to the drop ship. Are we clear?” She eyes everyone, her eyes landing on your “You will need extra time, seeing as you will be distractor number one, understand?” Your brows furrow “Distra- what do you mean?” She sighs, “talk and walk, I’ll discuss it with you while you change. The rest of you, hurry up, and get dressed out.”

“So what’s this about me being distractor number one?” You step into a small dressing room, closing the curtain behind you. “As shocking as it may seem, the cult leader is obsessed with women, and with various amounts of research into his ‘type’ I felt as if you were the best candidate.” You open the bag “Is this a dress?” She leans against the changing room “I asked most of my men what they think women on the beach look most attractive in, and while I expected them to say ‘Skimpy Bikini’s’ or even nothing at all, the majority said Sundresses. Strange, but they know what would happen if they were to lie to me, so I trust their responses.” You exhale, loud enough for Waller to hear “I’ve done some fucked shit, but this is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever done... or wore.” You turn it around looking at it from every angle, it isn’t even on you and you’re already concerned. “Look if anything happens, everyone else will be there to help… especially Abner Krill, he seems to have taken a liking to you.” You laugh a little bit “Feelings mutual.” You mumble to yourself, biting the inside of your lip just thinking about him, he’s cute, quiet, and as thrilling as you could ever imagine. He would sneak off and find you during free time, and if he feels like it, maybe gets a little touchy. But after two arms through the sleeves, the sundress is on “holy shit…” you step out, the only person left, looking more than perfect. You could almost see a slight smile forming at the corners of Wallers mouth “You’re ready. Hurry up and get on the drop ship. You have work to do.” You nod and quickly hurry to the ship. It’s fitting in all the right places, short in the most flattering way, and god damn you had to admit you looked hot.

“Woah.” “Holy shit!” “What happened to you?” You hop onto the drop-ship, everyone inside staring, even Colonel Flag of all people. Your face turns red from embarrassment, but there’s just something you can’t seem to not notice. Krill is sitting there, just looking at you. While he normally smiles once you spot him and then look away awkwardly, he is just staring. From shoulders, to thighs, he just can’t seem to get enough. You sit next to Abner, his eyes still scanning over your body. Cleo, Harley, and even King Shark still spewing compliments, “You look very nice in the dress!” “You’re so hot, OMG! We could be like- twins!” “PRETTY FLOWERS”, and you delivering them back. Peacemaker making inappropriate remarks, while Bloodsport just makes quick peaks with undeterminable facial expressions. You still turn back and see Abner, not looking at you. You gently graze your fingers over his hand, “Hey, you doing okay?” His head shoots up, as he was recovering from his daze. “Uh- yeah-“ he gazes finally meets yours and he offers you a soft smile. Peacemaker laughs way too loudly “He totally wants to bang!” Abner looks away, ashamed “Don’t worry Polka-man, I would too, trust me-“ you shoot Chris the most painful daggers, “What? It’s a compliment, ever heard em?” You grimace “Chris, I will shove this umbrella so far up your ass, I swear” Flag stammers into the conversation, “I will say you look very nice.” You smile, “Thank You, Colonel Flag.” He smiles back, Chris pouting in his seat.

The drop-ship lands and quickly lets you all off. “So we just have to stay on the beach all night and wait for the cult to arrive?” Flag asks Waller, “Yes, and remember if you deviate-“ “We lose our heads…” you all say in unison. “Well, we get to have a fun day in the sun before we uncover a cult.” Flag says, grabbing some of the luggage. “Did Waller provide these?” Cleo asks, “Nope, I just don’t want to be bored for however the hell long the cult takes.” Bloodsport and King Shark grab the rest of the stuff before everyone else goes ahead. “After you” Flag winks at you, you blush. You go ahead and catch up with Abner “Hey” he smiles at you, biting the inside of his lip. You lean your head against his shoulder “Hey, you feeling better?” He nods “Yeah, sorry… it’s just rare to see you out of orange. You look…” you can hear his breath hitch as he tries to avoid looking at you. “Stunning.” He says trying to hide an oncoming smile. Getting a random burst of confidence, you shoot back “Well you can look at me as much as you want before the mission really starts” you can hear Cleo “oooh” to her rat, Sebastian. He mumbles, “I’d like to do more than look.” You genuinely didn’t hear what he said, but it couldn’t have been that important… right?

After about 30 minutes of walking through the jungle, you reach the beach and set up. Immediately, you realize the only fault of the disguise… you can’t swim. There wasn’t a bathing suit or anything in there, so unless you want to strip, you can’t get in the beautiful, clear water. You pout, laying on your beach towel. Although you wouldn’t really care just swimming in your undergarments, Chris had to be creepy and say ‘he wouldn’t mind seeing that’, which earned him a slap across the face. After a minute of pouting someone sits next to you, casting a light shadow on you. You look up to see him, “Abner, you don’t have to stay up here. Go, swim and have fun.” He leans back on his hands “They’re doing their own thing. Besides, I don’t want you to be lonely.” You smile, as you sit up be at his eye-level. And with a burst of, what can only be assumed as lust, Abner’s hand quickly reaches to yours, and his hands wander mindlessly. “Abner-“ his face leans in close to yours “yes?” His breath clashing with your own, his hand finding its way to your thigh. “What about the others?” His lips inching towards yours “I don’t give a shit what they do anymore.” His open hand reaches for your face as his lips clash with yours, and you’re down for the count. Your lips melt into his, and his hand that was placed on your thigh makes its way up to your waist. He earns a pleased moan from you that echos between your mouths. You can’t hear the others whispers over the sounds of the waves, but like Abner said, you don’t give a shit what they do anymore. Your back reaches the towel and Abner quickly starts to slightly hover over you. Once he pulls away, he starts leaving kisses around your jaw and neck. He loves the way your legs squirm when he touches the right spots. Your arms slowly work their way up his caging arms. “Abner…” he hums as his lips make their way down your arm and to your thigh. Your arms retract to hide your blush ridden face, his lips slowly growing closer and closer to the inside of your sundress. Hands wandering, heat rising, situation escalating. He pulls away before he goes too far, and holds your head in his hands “If I see any of them looking at you the way only I’m supposed to, I’ll do something rash.” He says calmly. “I won’t let them.” You both slowly sit up, as he gently moves you to his lap. “You’ve been praising me this whole time Krill, and I haven’t gotten a chance to do the same for you.” You pout, he leans his forehead against his “Don’t worry about it, love. I like seeing you in this… and in this way.” His almost liquor laced words keep making you want to come back for more, but you have to resist as much as you don’t want to. “Yes, but I like seeing you like this too. I’ve never seen you in just shorts before… I must admit, it’s much better seeing you this close.” You tease, he smiles shyly. “Maybe after this mission, if Waller lets us go… we could have our own beach date?” You cup his face in your hands, “Abner Krill, are you asking me out on a date?” He averts his gaze, as if he didn’t just ravish you on the beach in front of others. “W-well, I mean if-“ you bring a finger to his lips “I’m just teasing, Abs, I would love to go on a date with you.” His gaze returned to you, seemingly melting with love. “Words can’t describe how much I cherish you, love.”

You lean in before someone touches your shoulder “Sorry, Krill, but the Cult leader arrived, and we need your lover girl to go for him.” He pouts, as Flag helps you up. “I’ll be safe, Abner. I have You after all” You send him a smile before straightening the dress out.

“So, I just go over there, hope he’s seduced by me and get intel?” Flag nods “yep.” You give him a confused look “But why me, and not Harley or Cleo?” He straightens his posture “Well, out of all of us, you’re exactly his type. And if I may say, you do look very nice, so it should work.” You grimace “I don’t even wanna know how you figured out his ‘type’ of woman.” He seethes “You really don’t but, you’re ready just walk past him.” You fix your hair, puff out your sundress, and you saunter your way past him. He isn’t attractive, to say the least. Hell, you probably would’ve gotten with TDK before him. He’s scrawny, but has some muscles. Hair is probably the best feature, but has a hideous open scar on his face. You don’t stare too long, but as soon as you look away, he whistles “Hey there, Pretty Kitty, c’mere!” You walk over to him, and he’s basically foaming at the mouth when you walk up to him. “Well, what brings a pretty thing like you to this here beach?” You fake giggle “I just like the way the sun feels on my skin… why, should I be here for something else?” He leans in closer to you, as if he wasn’t a tiny bit terrifying to begin with he was humongous, at least 6’11. “Why don’t you come sit with me, I want to get to know you better” he holds out a hand for you to take, the pungent smell of old beer on his tongue. You take his hand, scared to see what he might do next “I’d like that.” He smiles “Good girl.” You want to barf, if anyone was going to call you that it’d be Abner… but we’re not gonna talk about that. He guides you to sit on his lap “Don’t be shy, now, baby. I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” His tongue, abnormally reptile shaped, you begin to wonder if he’s even human himself. Still, you keep up the act, giggling and blushing at his creepily “flirty” passes. “Take me out to dinner first” you drape your arms around his shoulders, “I can do a lot of things on a first date, baby.” He winks at you. Barf, gross, Ew, no, thank you. “Oh really… could you show me?” He smiles with an evil grin “I’d show you but we’d have to go somewhere more discreet.” You sigh, luckily your radio is on, so flag understands his signal. “What would you show me?” He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tingling the peach fuzz on your face, all you can think about right now is Abner, how you want him to save you from this god awful mission “Whatever you want me to show you.” You lean into him, trying not to break character “Oh, my…” he chuckles before standing up with you still in his arms. He makes his way to the forest before he gets shot down by Bloodsport… and Chris too. The screams of other beach visitors echoing in the air, the beach eventually being fully cleared. He looks up at me with some of his final breath, “You fucking- you set me up whore!” You take one of his nearby beer bottles and break it on his head “I did, and you enjoyed it too!” You take the rest of the bottle and stab it through his chest. “Fuck! That guy sucks!” Quickly you’re scooped into a pair of arms, arms extremely familiar. “I’m so glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you right?” Abner checks your face for wounds “I’m okay, Abbie, I’m okay.” He holds you for a second before looking behind you in horror “What’s wrong-?” You’re cut off by the distant sound of chanting and eventually a giants roar. “No fucking way-“

“Are you kidding me?!” Everyone groans “I thought they needed their leader??” You drag your face with your hands before Waller comes back on the comms “Apparently, what you just did, is make their leader the sacrifice. I was hoping the sacrifice was just going to be our lovely Agent here, but whatever. Kill the demon and the cult members.” You’re furious “I’m sorry, re-fucking-peat what you just said?” Cleo gasps “She was trying to sacrifice you!” You turn to Flag “Did you know about this?!” He puts his hands up “I swear to god, I didn’t, you know that!” You huff “I don’t give a shit, I’m killing all of them, and when I am done, you better pray to whatever gods you all believe in that I don’t come back and kill the rest of you.” You argue, walking away… before quickly coming back “Okay, maybe not by myself, but- just come on!”

Operation: Sun n’ Gun: Successful!

Flying back to the prison, ready to be released was the best feeling. Well besides laying on Abner, and him being the most comfortable thing in your life. After your releasing, you did go on the beach date. It was quiet, empty, and most importantly; romantic. Now it was just you two against the world, and you both loved every minute of it.

(A/N): I’ve been meaning to write him for a hot minute, and with the sundress season coming up I couldn’t get him and his slutty man face out of my head 🤭 Anywaysssss… I hope you enjoyed! 🩷

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