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nael-opalea day ago
When I noticed that today is Joel Kinnaman's birthday thanks to @joelkinnamvn's post, I immediately went on Instagram because I knew David Dastmalchian would make a post...
He did not disappoint.
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I love that two of these pictures are just...Joel grab-hugging David to give him a kiss, y'know !
The little kid in the yellow sweater on the third pic is Pennie, David's daughter
The fourth one is...sheer chaos, it speaks for itself.
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wickeddruiga day ago
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pairings: dilf!rick flag x nanny!reader
summary: au where you are a nanny for rick flag and one night things go a bit too far
warnings: unedited, unprotected sex, age gap, breeding link, choking, tiny bit of jealousy if you squint
word count: 1.4k
you had been a nanny for the flag household for about five years now. once you finished college you were looking for a job and being as you couldn鈥檛 find a job in the field you studied you took up the offer for Mr. Flag. you loved the job so much you thought it wouldn鈥檛 hurt to stay for a few years. they let you live with them, feed you, treated you as one of their own.
you witnessed a lot in this family like when Mr. Flag and Mrs. Flag got divorced. He got to keep the two kids because Mrs. Flag wasn鈥檛 exactly.. stable enough to raise two kids. she got involved with some drug dealer in Gotham, that goes by the name of Jason Todd. It completely ruined the family and the married. For the past two years you have been just nanny鈥檌ng for Mr. Flag and the kids. the kids were delightful, a boy and a girl.
they barely got out of line. probably because their dad was the Colonel so he kept them in shape but he wasn鈥檛 harsh on them he actually was a great dad. he spent time with them together and separately. bought them back gifts from his missions, sometimes he鈥檇 bring you back things too.
he never made you feel uncomfortable in fact you sort of had a crush on him but you loved your job so much that you didn鈥檛 want to risk losing your job just in case he didn鈥檛 see you the same way.
currently Mr. Flag was on a mission, usually when he was gone he was gone for a few weeks at a time. hence why you were needed. the kids were settled into bed and you were walking around the house in a big t-shirt. you hated sleeping in pants and usually when Mr. Flag was on a mission youd just wear big shirts. he typically returned during the day so by then you鈥檇 have pj shorts or pants.
the kids were asleep and you had your airpods in the kitchen. swaying your hips as you looked for something to snack on. you decided on ice cream, you grabbed a spoon and opened it up. taking a scoop of the ice cream and put a spoon in your mouth, doing a happy dance.
you turned around and let out a loud scream, gripping the ice cream carton even harder, almost making a mess of it.
鈥渙h my god鈥 you said when you realized it was Mr. flag. he stood there, a bloody mess. he usually didn鈥檛 come home from missions, you weren鈥檛 used to seeing him like this but it sure as hell turned you on.
鈥渙h my god mr. flag鈥 you put the top back on the carton and put it back into the fridge. you run over to the other side of the island, where he stood.
鈥渉ow many times do i have to tell you to call me rick鈥 he said, even a bloody mess
鈥渓et鈥檚 go get you cleaned up鈥 you said running upstairs and rushing to the bathroom. you took him to your bathroom because you kept a first aid kit in their
鈥渉aven鈥檛 been in here before鈥 he said taking a look around. you sat him on the tub as he took in all the aesthetic of your bathroom.
you weren鈥檛 even thinking, it was just an immediate instinct to take care of him. you pulled out your first aid kit from the cabinet and stood in front of him.
鈥渟hirt off, now鈥 you ordered
he didn鈥檛 even protest, he gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. you almost lost your breathe over how ripped he was. you reached into the kit and started cleaning the first wound. he winced slightly.
鈥渉ow are the kids鈥 he said, you looked up at him because even though he was sitting down lower than you he was still so much taller and bigger that you had no choice but to look up at him slightly.
鈥渢hey鈥檙e fine, they鈥檒l be happy to see you i bet. they were well behaved as always鈥 you responded
鈥渁nd have you been a good girl?鈥 he asked and your heart almost stopped
鈥渨hat?鈥 you couldn鈥檛 even think, what he coming on to you?
鈥測ou haven鈥檛 had any guys over have you?鈥 he asked. you didn鈥檛 even know how to respond. you took a long pause trying to collect your thoughts 鈥渉ave you?鈥
he asked again, he didn鈥檛 want to have to ask a third time and you knew not to make him.
鈥渙f course not鈥 you finally spoke.
鈥測ou鈥檝e been a good girl鈥 he said, placing his had on the outside of your thigh 鈥測ou deserve a reward鈥
鈥渄o you want a reward?鈥 he asked you couldn鈥檛 speak so you nodded, slowly sliding his hand up and down your thigh 鈥渨ords please鈥
鈥測es鈥 you said. he got up and closed the bathroom door, locking it. he looked down at you. cupping your face in his hands and kissing you.
you immediately started kissing him back and he backed you into the bathroom counter, he picked you up like you were nothing, placing your on the sink. all while not breaking the kiss. he pushed legs apart standing between them.
鈥渋 can鈥檛 believe you were walking around my house in just this fucking shirt鈥 he said once he pulled away to kiss your neck. his hands playing with the hem of your shirt. 鈥渄o you always do this when i鈥檓 away?鈥
once again you nodded, you don鈥檛 think that he liked that because he moved his lips from your neck and replaced it with his hands 鈥渨ords, sweetheart鈥
鈥測es, i don鈥檛 wear pants when you aren鈥檛 here鈥 you said
鈥渘o more of that, no more pants period鈥 he said looking into your eyes, holding your neck so you were forced to look up at him 鈥渉ow about that hm鈥
鈥渙kay鈥 you said knowing he probably wouldn鈥檛 like only a nod as a response.
鈥渋 need to bury myself in side of you so mad, would you like that?鈥
鈥測es, daddy鈥 you responded
鈥測ou鈥檙e trouble y/n鈥 he let out a little laugh as he kissed your chin, still holding your neck. he unbuckled his pants, pushing them to his ankles. his cock springing up immediately, hitting his stomach as he pushed your panties to the side
鈥渇uck鈥 he mumbled to himself, looking down at your pussy 鈥測ou鈥檙e so fucking wet鈥
he reached down and swiped two fingers between your folds and then put the two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them 鈥渟o sweet鈥
he wrapped his hands around his cock and placed himself at your entrance. he slipped in, he was planning on going off slow but after hearing your soft gasp it drove him crazy and he began to trust inside of you. you started to moan and he put his hand over your mouth once you started to get too loud.
鈥渄on鈥檛 want to wake the kids鈥 he warned, thrusting into you as your moans were muffled by his hand. you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could have something to hold on to. the sounds of your skin slapping against each other as he fucked you.
鈥渟o fucking tight鈥 he groaned into your ear 鈥渋 should put my seed in you, make you give me another baby so i can keep this tight pussy around forever鈥
you moaned nodding your head, he used to freehand placing it on your clit and began to rub vicious circles. you threw your head back and moaned into his hand.
鈥測ou鈥檙e about to cum, i can feel you gripped around my cock鈥 he groaned 鈥渋t鈥檚 okay sweetheart you can come鈥
on command you came, he took his thumb from your clit and put it in your mouth, you sucked on it looking into his eyes as he pumped into you still. you felt him cum inside you soon after. his forehead pressed against yours as he slid out of you.
鈥渋鈥檝e been wanting to fuck you for years鈥 he said, helping you off the counter and gripping your ass 鈥渘ext i鈥檝e gotta fuck you from behind, i need to see that ass bounce鈥
you had no idea how this man just came back bloodied from a mission and still managed to fuck you like an animal.
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a-reader-and-a-writera day ago
I wish you would write a fic where it鈥檚 Christmas! But knowing you: person B either injuries themselves during festivities and has to be taken to the hospital or they鈥檙e already in the hospital and person A takes Christmas to them.
Thank you so much for the ask! And it makes me happy to know that people know me so well 馃槤
Plus this is my first Christmas fic! 馃巹
A Christmas Miracle
Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag
Word Count: 1361
TW: Language
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鈥淐ome on, Sarah. Please pick up. I鈥檓 so sorry. I know I promised but鈥.Look, I didn鈥檛 expect this to happen and it wasn鈥檛 on purpose. That鈥檚 why they call it a car accident. Just, please, call me back and let me explain. I want to be there so bad and I鈥. I know I messed up. But it鈥檚 Christmas Eve and if I can鈥檛 be there then mayb-鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e sorry, but the voicemail box of the person you are trying to call is full. Pleas-鈥
You let out a scream of frustration as you hurled your phone at the door. But instead of shattering when it hit the wood as you expected, it bounced off the broad chest of the man who had just walked into the room.
He looked down to where the phone had harmlessly clattered to the floor before glaring at you. 鈥淲hat the hell was that about?鈥
鈥淣ot now, Flag. I am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit today.鈥 You huffed as you crossed your arms angrily across your chest.
鈥淲ell, hello to you too, darlin鈥. Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.鈥
鈥淚nstead of being home in Louisiana, I鈥檓 in a hospital bed in DC with a broken leg on Christmas Eve. What exactly is the right side of the bed? Now, what did I just tell you? Get the fuck out!鈥 Even on a good day, Flag knew how to push all of your buttons. And today was not a good day.
鈥淎h, come on. It鈥檚 not so bad. DC at Christmastime is beautiful! The decorations, the lights, the snow!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare even mention the snow! That鈥檚 the whole reason I鈥檓 in this mess. Who knew it was so hard to drive in? I鈥檝e driven on sand loads of time! How could it be that different?鈥
Flag stared at you dumbfounded. 鈥淎re you an idiot? What do you mean how is sand different from snow?鈥
鈥淲ell, how was I supposed to know! I lived in Florida before I moved to Louisiana. This is my first-time seeing snow. And you better believe, it鈥檒l be my last.鈥 You thrust out your hand. 鈥淣ow will you please pass me my phone and get out.鈥
鈥淣o, no, no. You threw it at me. It鈥檚 mine now.鈥 He glanced at the screen before letting out a low whistle as he saw the call list still displayed there. 鈥淛esus! You placed 39 calls to the same number in the last hour? Darlin鈥, if he doesn鈥檛 pick up after the third time, just stop. This just seems desperate鈥 and a little crazy.鈥
鈥淪hut the hell up! You don鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e talking about! So, just give me my phone and get the fuck out!鈥 By the end of your outburst, your voice was cracking as tears threatened to fall. Don鈥檛 cry in front of him. Don鈥檛 you dare give him that satisfaction. You are better than this. DO NOT CRY. You bit your lip so hard, you tasted blood, but it did little to stop it from quivering.
But Flag noticed immediately. All his bravado and swagger dropped in an instant as he took a step closer to your bed. 鈥淎h, Y/N鈥 I didn鈥檛 mean鈥 was just jokin鈥 around. Here.鈥 His voice was sweet and as smooth as honey as he handed you your phone. 鈥淚鈥檒l-I鈥檒l get out of your hair. Just text me if you need sometin鈥.鈥
As he started walking out the door, you called after him. 鈥淚 was trying to call my little sister.鈥 He stopped and turned to face you. 鈥淪he鈥檚 mad at me and her phone keeps going straight to voicemail. She won鈥檛 even text me back.鈥
You squeezed your eyes closed as you took a deep breath. 鈥淪he鈥檚 a single mom. Her son was born last January so this is his first Christmas. I missed his birth, baptism, first Halloween, and first Thanksgiving all because of the stupid Suicide Squad. But, I swore to her I would be home for Christmas. It鈥檚 the first one since Mom鈥.I鈥檓 the only family she鈥檚 got left. Growing up, Christmas was the one time of year we were actually happy. That things just seemed to work out okay. But now鈥︹
A sob rips from your lips as tears poured down your face. 鈥淚鈥檝e let her down so many times, disappointed her over and over. I just thought, for once, I was going to be there for her when she needed me. But then this stupid fuckin鈥 leg鈥.鈥 You backhanded your cast, sending pain shooting through your leg and your knuckles.
Flag shifted awkwardly at the end of the bed, not quite sure what to do. Finally, he said, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, darlin鈥. I recall you鈥檝e mentioned your sister and nephew quite a few times while we were on missions. I think I even remember you showing Harley and Boomer their picture once.鈥
Your face scrunched in surprise. He remembered that? But before you can question him about it, he continued. 鈥淚 also knew how hard you begged Waller to let you out of this assignment and I should have fought harder for you to stay. I just thought it might be fun for the two of us to spend some time away from Belle Reve when people weren鈥檛 trying to kill us. But I never meant for you to miss Christmas.鈥
鈥淵eah, well, you didn鈥檛 know. And it鈥檚 not your fault. I鈥檓 the one who drove off the road.鈥 It was almost unnerving. You had never seen this caring, tender side to Flag before. Well, except for the time both of you had gotten hammered and made out in the back seat of the transport van. But that had just been the alcohol, hadn鈥檛 it?
The sweet, small smile he was currently giving you made you start to think differently. As did the kind tone in his voice as he said, 鈥淗ey, listen. I talked to your doctors, and they suggested that when you鈥檙e discharged in a few days, it鈥檚 better for you to not fly home but to take a car instead.鈥
You groaned. 鈥淕reat. And how am I supposed to make an 18-hour drive with a busted leg? This day keeps getting better and better.鈥
鈥淲ell, I was thinking I could stick around and drive you back.鈥
You blinked in surprise. 鈥淵ou would do that?鈥
He smiled broadly at you. 鈥淥f course. We鈥檙e partners after all. And you don鈥檛 abandon partners.鈥
鈥淭hanks, Flag. That鈥檚 really nice of you. I-鈥
You were interrupted by a knock on the door. Flag peaked out and turned back to you, beaming. 鈥淥ne more thing. Turns out the airline won鈥檛 give refunds this close to Christmas, but I pulled some strings and was able to get the tickets transferred instead.鈥
Before you could ask what he meant, he swung the door open and your words froze in your throat. But after a few attempts, you managed to whisper, 鈥淪arah?鈥
Your sister stood in the doorway, tears in her eyes and your nephew in her arms. 鈥淗ey, sis. Merry Christmas.鈥
You opened up your arms and she ran into them, careful to not crush her sleeping son. As you squeezed her in a tight embrace, you choked out through your tears, 鈥淏ut ho-how are you here?鈥
鈥淲ell, after you called last night and told me about your accident, Colonel Flag called and said he had made arrangements for us.鈥
You looked over Sarah鈥檚 shoulder to look at Flag, who was still standing in the doorway. His face was lit up brighter than one of the trees in the lobby and if you didn鈥檛 know better, you might have even called him misty-eyed. When he saw you looking at him, he gave you a small nod. You silently mouthed Thank you, Rick and his eyes seemed to shine just a little bit brighter as he whispered, 鈥淢erry Christmas.鈥 Then he was gone.
As you turned your focus back to your sister and your nephew wrapped tightly in your arms, you couldn鈥檛 help but think that maybe you had misjudged Flag this whole time. Or maybe, Christmas was just the time for miracles.
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fuddlewuddle8 hours ago
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The soft friendship between Joel Kinnaman and and David Dastmalchian tho 馃ズ馃ズ
Rick and Abner 馃惏馃煝馃煟馃數馃煛馃敶馃煚
馃摳 from David鈥檚 Insta
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@a-reader-and-a-writer asked: For a Rick x Dee request, how about a role reversal? Something went wrong while Rick was in the army, he disobeyed orders and was dishonorably discharged. He becomes a Bloodsport/ Deadshot type villain/anti-hero and gets put into Belle Reve where Dee is in charge of Task Force X.
Criminal!Rick AU: Make You See Red
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Summary: Rick Flag didn't mean to become this. A criminal. But there he was none the less: arrested and incarcerated in Belle Reve. A place only reserved for the truly diabolical. And when he鈥檚 offered a place on Task Force X, a chance to shave a few years off his sentence, he takes it. Only problem is: he can鈥檛 stand commanding officer Colonel Delphia Holman.
Pairing: Criminal!Rick Flag x Colonel!OFC (Delphia Holman)
Word Count: 12395
Warnings: language, canon typical violence, blood/gun mention, injury, a few kisses, enemies to lovers slow burn, minor character death, pregnancy mention, if i missed anything let me know
if i go masterlist
A/N: listen, i basically have an entire fic series laid out for these two that i ain't mad about so if you would like to see more of them please let me know
Also thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer and @reysorigins for beta reading!
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How the fuck did this happen? Rick asked himself as the transport truck shook and creaked. He twisted his wrists in the metal cuffs locked around them, linked with a chain to the matching ones on his ankles. They were certainly tight enough. He wasn鈥檛 getting out of them anytime soon. He looked up from the cuffs and his lips pulled down in disgust. He kept forgetting about the thing covered in hair that was sitting across from him. Weasel the officers said it was. Though that was a conversation he had eavesdropped on.
One second he was about to make the kill shot on some politician in Gotham and the next he was being tackled to the ground by a man in a bat costume. One second he was a sergeant in the Army and the next he was taking dirty money from the worst criminals in the country in exchange for killings and beatings. One second he just wanted to do the right thing and the next thing he knew he didn鈥檛 even know what the right thing was anymore 鈥 all he knew was the next job and getting paid.
Shit. How did this happen?
And now he was arrested and being carted off to鈥herever they were going. Well, he had a good guess as to where 鈥 just not an exact location. Anytime he asked all he got was a glare and the brandishing of a riot stick. It was far away from Gotham, that much he was sure of. They had been driving for hours and he felt like he was going to piss himself.
鈥淗ey man, I gotta take a leak,鈥 Rick said.
The officer glared at him again and Rick cocked a brow, unimpressed.
鈥淲e鈥檙e almost there. Just hold it.鈥
鈥淎lright, fine.鈥 He readjusted the way he was sitting to relieve some of the pressure on his bladder. 鈥淛ust know s鈥檔ot my fault when the inside of your truck gets all wet.鈥
After a few minutes, the truck rumbled to a halt, Rick rocking back and forth as the heavily armored vehicle was thrown into park. They weren鈥檛 kidding about being nearly at their location then. The double doors to the truck were thrown open and Rick squinted against the sudden light. It had been nearly eight hours of near darkness. The sun nearly burned as he was dragged to his feet and pushed out of the open doors.
Rick gasped. The air was thick and hot, like a shocking sludge to the lungs. Immediately he felt the humid air cling to his skin, making his already heavy tactical suit feel like it weighed 100 pounds. Somewhere south then, the wetlands maybe. He continued to squint against the harsh rays of the sun, allowing whoever was tugging on him to move him however they wanted. In the background, he heard that Weasel thing screaming in protest.
Once his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he blinked up at a massive concrete building surrounded by a double layer fence of barbed wire. There were watch towers every few yards across the top, guards with automatic weapons in constant rotation. Behind the structure was swamplands for miles, so he was right about the general location. On instinct he tugged at the firm grip around his bicep and he got hit in the gut with a riot baton. He grunted as he doubled up in pain, but he kept moving forward 鈥 kept getting pulled towards the giant metal gates before him.
He was shoved through the gates and then the front door where he was greeted by a man behind a desk with a wide, satisfied grin on his face. It was like a nightmare. One of those ones that just seemed too real, one of those ones he desperately wanted to wake up from. But it was all too real as he was dragged in front of the desk and his fingerprints were taken.
鈥淲elcome to Belle Reve Penitentiary,鈥 the man said, voice whispery and course, 鈥淒eadknight.鈥
Fuck. How the fuck did he get here?
They stripped him of his suit and took it to God knows where. They documented his tattoos for his file, just in case they found his body in a hole somewhere in here and those were the only thing left to identify him. Then he was given the orange shirt and pants, optional white undershirt for when it got cold and a pair of Crocs. Jesus, did it have to be Crocs? After his mugshot, a bedroll was slapped into his arms and he was escorted into the actual prison.
It was a fast process, a well oiled machine. One that Rick felt like a spec inside of as he was moved along through each of the steps of his processing. And to think, it only took a few minutes of paperwork and procedure in order to spend the rest of his life there. He didn鈥檛 even know how long his sentence was. He was sure it was life, maybe even a few life sentences stacked on top of one another. He had killed a lot of people, had hurt more than that, he was sure. It was what he deserved 鈥 but just because he deserved it didn鈥檛 mean he exactly wanted this kind of punishment.
鈥淵ou get meals twice a day 鈥 both at six,鈥 the guard explained coldly as they walked through the halls, passing by locked up prisoners that stared and yelled at them as they went, 鈥淒epending on behavior and danger level the time restricted to your cell is only at night. Rec time depends on behavior also, but we have activity options. Weights. Time outside. Crafts. One phone call a month. Visitors are through glass only. If you pick a fight, if you make a mess, if you even breathe funny we will not hesitate to send you to solitary. Understood?鈥
鈥淵eah, clear as pie,鈥 Rick said absently as he looked inside a few of the cells.
The two of them came to a stop in front of a metal door with an armed guard on either side. The guard, several inches shorter than Rick, put his hands on his hips as he smiled maliciously up at him.
鈥淥h, so you鈥檙e a funny guy, huh?鈥 he asked.
鈥淓h, sometimes,鈥 Rick answered with a slight shrug.
鈥淲ell, I don鈥檛 like funny guys.鈥 The guard put a finger to Rick鈥檚 chest and he watched, brow raised, as the guard gulped nervously. 鈥淪o you better watch your tone with me, Deadknight 鈥 or I鈥檒l make your life here a living hell.鈥
鈥淒uly noted.鈥
The guard glared up at him one last time before turning to the door and unlocking it with a buzz. 鈥淕et in there.鈥
鈥淭hanks for the tour,鈥 Rick mumbled as he passed through the threshold.
He heard the guard growl in frustration before the metal door was slammed shut behind him and he chuckled. Classic. He always enjoyed pressing people鈥檚 buttons, pushing them until he saw how they ticked. Some people said that made him an asshole. He always disagreed, saying that it made him good at his job.
The room he was in now was clearly the main block of the prison. Maybe the cafeteria. There were massive concrete pillars keeping up the vaulted ceilings and hallways branched off in all directions leading to open and empty cells. A metal walkway lined the walls several feet in the air, guards roaming with rifles held tight in their grasps. There were tables spread out across the floor, each one of them nearly filled to the brim with orange clad inmates. And it seemed like every single one of them was staring right at him.
And then the jeering started. The other prisoner鈥檚 mocked and pointed and some of them even got up to get a better look at him, wicked smiles painted on their faces at the thought of what they could do to him. He was fresh meat, a new toy for them to play with. Shit. This place really was filled with some of the world鈥檚 worst. Was that fucking Calendar Man? God, that guy was an asshole.
The noise in the room seemed to get louder as the news of his presence spread across the inmates. Rick thought it would probably be best to find an empty cell and stay in it for a few days. At least until his being there was no longer the hottest piece of gossip and he could just fade into the background. Live out the rest of his sentence or die in there.
God, he really didn鈥檛 want to die in Belle Reve. Then again, he had only done this to himself. He even said so: it was what he deserved.
He put his head down and started walking towards one of the hallways, hoping there was an empty cell for him to occupy. Some of the other inmates did shows of intimidation as he passed. Banging on their chests and tell him that he was 鈥渇ucking dead鈥. He wanted to tell them good luck. Killing was his job, and he was damn good at it. Which was why he was there in the first place.
Shit. Someone was walking towards him. Rick鈥檚 brow furrowed as he studied the man. Bloodsport. Robert DuBois. Right, shot Superman with a Kryptonite bullet 鈥 a job Rick had turned down for the risk. They worked a job together once back in the day. Rick stopped and planted his feet, ready to drop his bedroll and start swinging. Wouldn鈥檛 that just be the cherry on top of this day?
But all DuBois did was put his hands on Rick鈥檚 broad shoulders, give them a good shake, and then he nodded at him before turning to the rest of the room.
鈥淚f anyone goes near this one or his shit 鈥 I will fucking kill you myself. Understood?鈥
The tension and noise in the room immediately dissipated. And so did Rick鈥檚 nerves. Groups grumbled amongst themselves. Those that were standing sat back down with dejected looks on their faces, like their fun had been ruined. DuBois smacked Rick on the shoulder one more time with a smile. At least one good thing happened today. At least he didn鈥檛 have to go hide in a cell. At least he had an acquaintance he could count on.
鈥淐ome sit with us,鈥 DuBois said before leading the way towards a table in the back of the room, 鈥淗ow ya doin鈥 mate? You doin鈥 alrigh鈥?鈥
Rick kept a straight face as he said, 鈥淚鈥檝e had better days.鈥
鈥淵eah, the day you end up n鈥檈re is always shit,鈥 DuBois replied as they finally reached the table in question. Only one other man was sitting there. 鈥淔lag, this is Lawson. Lawson, Flag.鈥
A man with a shaved head and short beard stood up and extended his hand. He looked tired and thin. Rick wondered if he would look like that one day, after spending so long in Belle Reve. He remembered Lawson, heard about him on the streets. He had been locked up only a few years after Rick started in the business.
鈥淒eadshot, right?鈥 Rick asked as the two of them shook hands.
鈥淵eah, and you鈥檙e Deadknight. Heard about you right before I got thrown in here.鈥
The three men settled down at the table, Rick stowing his bedroll in his lap.
鈥淏een locked up before, Flag?鈥 DuBois asked.
鈥淵eah, yeah.鈥 Rick nodded. 鈥淒one some time.鈥
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 matter much. Belle Reve is the worst of the worst,鈥 Lawson said, 鈥淭his is like bein鈥 thrown in a hole鈥.and then they throw away the hole. Ain鈥檛 no gettin鈥 out of here, unless 鈥 鈥
The crowd started up again. And for a moment, Rick thought it was because they threw that Weasel thing in here with the rest of them. Nearly every inmate was looking up at the catwalk above their heads, and Rick immediately noticed what they were all focused on. A woman, surrounded by what looked like office jockeys, wearing a purple power suit and a severe look on her face. She was looking right at him, and Rick stared straight back.
鈥淥h shit, here we go,鈥 Lawson said with a fist over his mouth to hide his grin when he caught what everyone was looking at.
鈥淲hat? What does it mean?鈥 Rick asked.
Lawson put his hand on the table towards him and smiled in a fake sweet way. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been chosen, my friend.鈥
鈥淔or what?鈥
鈥淯h-uh.鈥 DuBois shook his head, eyes locked on the woman on the catwalk. 鈥淣ot official till we see the Colonel.鈥
Rick was desperate for someone to answer his questions at this point. 鈥淲ho鈥檚 the Colonel?鈥
A set of heavy footsteps rattled against the metal of the walkway above. Rick鈥檚 attention was drawn away from the office jockeys eyeing him and his eyebrows raised in surprise. It was another woman. The noise of the other prisoner鈥檚 only grew in volume once they all noticed her, some of them even catcalled and whistled at her. But she wasn鈥檛 fazed in the slightest. She was wearing a long sleeve compression shirt and army issue pants all in black. Her bright, fire-red hair was tied up in a severe military bun at the base of her skull. Her arms, muscled and relaxed, were held loosely behind her back. She was walking towards the group of administrative types.
DuBois leaned in close with a finger pointed at the red-haired woman. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 the Colonel.鈥
Rick had thousands of questions that he wasn鈥檛 sure were going to be answered by these two. Why was she called the Colonel? Who was she? What had he been chosen for? His eyes followed the path of the Colonel as she walked along the catwalk. She stopped at the side of the woman with the severe look and pantsuit, who seemed to point right at Rick in a not so subtle way. The redhead鈥檚 eyes focused on him immediately, singled him out with a cold, calculated stare. It was the first time he got a good look at her face and he wanted to smack himself for thinking she was hot 鈥 beautiful even. With rounded cheekbones and a little chin that complimented each other perfectly.
The woman in the pantsuit whispered something in the redhead鈥檚 ear that made her smirk and Rick glared.
Whatever this was, he didn鈥檛 like it.
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Delphia marched down the hallway with a file under her arm and the last of her sandwich crumbling in her hand. She had barely had time to shove the majority of it in her mouth before Waller was basically commanding her to hurry up and interview Deadknight already. And Delphia had worked with Waller long enough to know that she shouldn鈥檛 make the woman wait.
Economos waved jovially as he passed her in the hall and she nodded back as she pushed the remains of her sandwich between her lips.
鈥淲orking through lunch again, I see?鈥 he asked with a knowing grin.
Delphia swallowed and threw over her shoulder, 鈥淒evil never sleeps and neither do I!鈥
Economos鈥檚 guffaw could be heard even from around the corner and Delphia chuckled. That man was so easy to make laugh, it was ridiculous. Rounding one last corner, she saw the armed guards standing on either side of the interrogation room and her smile instantly disappeared. She had a reputation to keep up after all.
鈥淗urley, Taylor,鈥 Delphia greeted them as she came up to the door, 鈥淗ow was he on the way up?鈥
鈥淎sked a lotta questions,鈥 Hurley stated plainly.
She flicked open the file she had been carrying around and skimmed through it one more time. Richard Flag, went by Deadknight. Assassin and gun for hire in the criminal underground. US Special Forces before that. A real piece of work.
鈥淵ou answer any of them?鈥
She flipped the manila folder shut and looked at the two guards expectantly. They glanced sideways at one another.
Then Taylor said, 鈥淯h 鈥 no. Were we supposed to?鈥
鈥淛ust curious.鈥
Putting her thumb down on the fingerprint scanner, the door buzzed as it clicked open.
鈥淐ome get us if you need anything, Colonel,鈥 Hurley said.
Delphia looked at him one last time. 鈥淥h, I surely will.鈥
Deadknight was sitting with his back to the door in one of the plastic chairs. It appeared he nearly didn鈥檛 fit in the thing. His hands were cuffed and he seemed tense. Leg bouncing up and down as he stared across the table at the empty chair. His shoulders were broad, barely contained by the prison standard orange shirt. His light brown hair was long on top and short on the sides, slicked back by what was left of the hair product he had put in the morning before.
Delphia shut the door behind her gently and he didn鈥檛 even flinch, didn鈥檛 even move. Not that she expected him to. She moved across the room slowly, trying to gauge his reaction. But they had been trained by the same system. He wasn鈥檛 going to show her anything that he didn鈥檛 want her to see. Deadknight did glance up at her, however, when she finally came into his line of sight. He was handsome, she had to admit. Defined cheekbones and a little bit of stubble, hazel eyes that seemed to change colors depending on what angle she was looking at him. A few pieces of hair had fallen onto his forehead.
鈥淣ame鈥檚 Colonel Delphia Holman,鈥 she said as she lowered herself into the chair across from him, laying the file flat between them, 鈥淒o you prefer to be called Deadknight or Flag?鈥
He stared at her, long and hard for a moment. Lips pursing and unpursing and the muscle by his temple bulging as he clenched his jaw. Irritated.
鈥淚鈥檇 prefer not t鈥檅e called anything by you.鈥
The slight southern accent was surprising. His file said he was raised in Washington DC.
Delphia leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed. 鈥淥h, really, why鈥檚 that?鈥
鈥淗eard about your little Suicide Squad,鈥 he said, 鈥淚 ain鈥檛 doin鈥 it.鈥
鈥淎ccording to your file 鈥 鈥 She leaned forward towards him and flipped open the folder for emphasis, even though she didn鈥檛 need to read it at all. 鈥 鈥 You鈥檙e ex-military. Dishonorably discharged for killing your fellow 鈥 鈥
鈥淭hat was an accident.鈥
Looking into his face, through the hard, stoney exterior, she could see the regret and pain swimming in his eyes. She believed him.
鈥淩ight. So there can鈥檛 be all badness in you. Something good鈥檚 gotta be left.鈥
Deadknight looked away from her for the first time. 鈥淚鈥橠on鈥檛 think so, lady.鈥
How would he respond to authority?
鈥淚t鈥檚 either Colonel Holman or ma鈥檃m, to you,鈥 she said, voice cold as ice.
鈥淚鈥檓 not joinin鈥 your fuckin鈥 suicide squad.鈥 He leaned forward, hazel eyes burning. 鈥淢a鈥檃m.鈥
Her brow twitched as she studied him. So he was still capable of taking orders, albeit sarcastically. She betted that he was actually perfectly fine with authority and being told what to do. It had just been so long and he had built up such a hard exterior, one that she would like to drill right through if given the chance. So she sighed as she swiftly got up from her chair, flipping the folder closed as she went.
鈥淧ity. Every mission you complete gets you ten years off your sentence. And wouldn鈥檛 it be nice to not be locked up in here forever?鈥
She took one last moment to watch him as she walked away. One last moment to see how he would react. Delphia knew Belle Reve鈥檚 reputation. Knew as soon as she signed onto this job two years ago. She knew that this place was maddening, a dark hole that swallowed people up and never spit them back out again. It was in people鈥檚 nature, even the worst of people鈥檚 nature, to not want to rot in here. So they joined the squad with the hope after a few missions they鈥檒l get to go free. But after two years of being commanding officer, Delphia had never seen a team member escape this place. Had never seen those ten years off amount to much. They always either died or their sentences were too long. A shining, glimmering beacon of hope that only really led people to a rocky shore meant to doom them.
But it was her job to convince people to join the squad and lead them to the best of her ability. And Delphia Holman had never half-assed anything in her entire life.
She only got part way to the door before he was sighing, 鈥淲ait. Fine. Whatever. I鈥檒l do it.鈥
鈥淣ice to have you on the team.鈥
Turning with a smile, she stuck out her hand for him to shake, ignoring the way he rolled his eyes at the gesture. He lifted his cuffed hands and wrapped one around her own, large and calloused from years of fighting and killing. And it was fucking crippling. Delphia felt her knees go weak, her mind go completely blank at the feeling of his hand in hers. And then suddenly, her vision was blurring at the edges, she could see Deadknight鈥檚 confused face through the haze. Then everything was a stark, pristine white.
No, no, no, no. Not now. She usually had such good control over her Sight, why the hell was it acting up now?
The milky whiteness morphed and changed, and suddenly she was standing in a dark and dirty alley. There was a couple leaned against the wall, wrapped up in each other鈥檚 arms, and one of them was clearly her. The uniform and bright red hair told her as much. Delphia grimaced as she inched closer to the two of them, unsure what she was going to find when she did.
鈥淐olonel,鈥 she heard a male voice whisper.
Deadknight鈥檚 voice.
鈥淛ust shut up, Flag,鈥 she heard herself whisper back.
And then the two of them were kissing. Teeth clashing and hands clawing wherever they could reach. Delphia watched as it unfolded before her. A solid and real vision that at this point in time was destined to happen. They were destined to kiss in this dark alley. She heard herself moan as Deadknight hooked her leg around his hip and she had to look away.
Then the scene changed. Her surroundings rippled and morphed until she was standing in what appeared to be an army issue medical tent. She was right next to her future self this time. Sitting on a medical cot with bandages all over and a familiar, tired look in her eyes. The cot was surrounded by privacy curtains that were soon pulled aside by none other than Deadknight. Delphia turned sharply to look at him. He too looked worse for wear, but mostly he just looked relieved.
She watched, a frown pulling at her mouth and her hands clenched at her sides, as Deadknight put the curtain back in place and turned to her future self slowly. As he put his hand to her cheek and she leaned into his touch.
The scene changed again and Delphia had to wonder how long these visions were going to go on. She felt nothing of her present self in that interrogation room with present Deadknight. But she could practically see the look of pure confusion on his face as he peered up at her white eyed stare, as he was incapable of pulling his hand from her solid grasp.
Suddenly she was somewhere familiar. Her apartment with the wood floors and the meticulously painted walls she had slaved for hours over. And there was her couch, her future self and Deadknight sitting on it. The windows were open, the mid-evening summer sun streamed through the white curtains. She was reading a book and he was looking over her shoulder, distracting her with fingertips running up and down her arm. He wasn鈥檛 in his suit or in orange prisonwear. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and they both looked so happy.
She had always wanted to be that happy. But she didn鈥檛 want that happiness to be found with a criminal of all people. With a lowlife, good for nothing, gun for hire that only lived for himself. She couldn鈥檛 fathom him changing her ways and she couldn鈥檛 fathom these visions of the future coming true. No. This wasn鈥檛 going to happen. She was going to make it so.
Delphia was dumped back into the present just as quickly as she had been ripped from it. She gasped quietly as the interrogation room came back into focus and the vice-like grip she had on Deadknight鈥檚 hand lessened. She stared directly into Deadknight鈥檚 face. His brow was furrowed, eyes lost and slightly angry. She couldn鈥檛 look at him anymore. Not without seeing that expression of鈥ove that he was destined to show her in the future.
Without another word she pulled away from him entirely and marched out the door.
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A month went by before Deadknight was called up to go on a mission with Task Force X. He was pulled from his cell and taken to what he could only assume was the prison鈥檚 infirmary, where a doctor with a malicious smile injected a nanite bomb into the base of his skull. Then he was shoved into a changing room and his suit was hanging from a hook on the wall, boots on the floor beneath it.
Rick didn鈥檛 go for the suit first, no matter how much he wanted to be out of those itchy orange pants. He immediately dove for the bag of his personal effects that had been dumped by his shoes. God, he hoped that one of those piece-of-shit guards hadn鈥檛 stolen it. This seemed like the kind of place where the guards got away with a lot as long as none of the prisoners escaped. Rick sighed when he finally got his hands on it.
His father鈥檚 pocket knife. Hand-carved wooden handle, hot iron stamped with his father鈥檚 company number and an eagle in flight. They couldn鈥檛 even send back a body when his father died. There was nothing left to send. All him and his mother got were this knife, a purple heart, and the last remaining fragments of his dogtags. It was a lot for a kid of twelve to go through, losing a father like that. Having to see his mother grieve with such strength she could barely take care of herself. It was more responsibility and emotion than he was ever meant to handle. He bet his father wouldn鈥檛 be too proud of him now, to see what his son had become. It made his guts twist up as he pressed the handle of the knife to his forehead. No. He wouldn鈥檛 be proud at all.
The metal door behind him opened with a clank and another prisoner was shoved inside the changing room. An older man with long, almost white blond hair and a permanent grimace on his face. He only looked at Rick for a moment before walking over to his own suit that hung up on the other side of the room.
Rick put the knife away in the bag and lifted his orange shirt over his head.
He would never admit that every piece of his suit was meticulously picked out and modified to his own specifications. He would never say that he wore the leather fingerless gloves in just right so they felt more like a second skin. He would simply say the suit was nothing special, a piece of equipment to get the job done and keep him alive. And it performed its sole purpose admirably. Grey tactical pants and boots, bullet proof vest with about a thousand pockets overtop a tough army issue shirt that he rolled the sleeves up on. And to top it all off he always wore a heavy scarf around his neck, further protection for one of his most vulnerable areas, and a metal fitted mask that covered the bottom half of his face.
As he wrapped the scarf around his neck, another prisoner was pushed into the room.
鈥淗ey, easy, mate!鈥 he called as the door was slammed shut behind him, each word dripping with a thick Australian accent. He grinned when he turned and saw the two other men in the room, flashing a golden tooth at them. 鈥淓h-eh-eh, fresh meat. Name鈥檚 Cap鈥檔 Boomerang, lads.鈥
He stuck out his hand to Rick first, who shook it with a bit of apprehension. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e done this before?鈥
鈥淥h, yeah, loads of times.鈥 He shook the blond man鈥檚 hand as well.
鈥淪avant,鈥 the other man introduced himself.
鈥淒eadknight,鈥 Rick said, 鈥淪o 鈥 what happens after this?鈥
Boomerang began to change into his own suit. More like an overglorified pair of jeans and a blue trench coat. He slapped a blue cap on his head with a relief in his shoulders that Rick understood all too well. At least in their suits they could feel slightly normal and free.
鈥淲aller鈥檒l tell us what the mission is 鈥 then we鈥檒l meet the Colonel out on the tarmac.鈥
Rick bristled. The Colonel. Made him call her ma鈥檃m and brought up the worst moment of his life. Not to mention that full minute where she had stared at him with all white eyes and nearly broke his fingers in her grip. He had wanted to ask her what the fuck that was, but she had practically sprinted from the room once her eyes were back to normal. He dreaded having to work with her. Having to take orders from her. He swore if he even heard her voice again he was going to punch a brick wall.
But he had to admit to himself it wasn鈥檛 just because of their first meeting that he hated her guts.
The three men were led from the room and taken to what appeared to be an old lecture hall. Including the podium, blackboard, and an old projector shoved into the corner. Waiting inside was Amanda Waller, wearing a green pantsuit today, and Harley Quinn. Rick blanched when himself and the Clown Queen of Gotham locked eyes. How many times had he done a job for the Joker in the past? How many times had he met up with them in that stupid club and Joker had made Harley give him a lap dance? Too many to count and everytime Rick hated it.
Harley鈥檚 lips stretched back in a wicked, Cheshire Cat grin at the sight of him. Boomerang took a spot next to Harley like they were old friends. Rick coughed awkwardly as he took a seat towards the front.
Waller鈥檚 debrief was short and sweet and to the point. Minor details because they didn鈥檛 need to know them all and barely any time for questions at the end. Some scientific facility in Germany had created a bioweapon that needed to be destroyed. It was dirty government work that they didn鈥檛 want anyone鈥檚 name attached to. Rick was used to that. The job was to destroy the facilities files, wreck the whole building if they had to, and get out of there with little to no casualties. It was meant to look like a freak accident.
After the debriefing they were shoved into a transport vehicle with no windows, presumably to take them to the tarmac where the Colonel was waiting.
Rick tried to talk to Savant, make small talk about why he got thrown in Belle Reve. But apparently Savant didn鈥檛 feel like talking. All he did was glower at Rick before staring back at his bloody boots. Rick glanced over at the chatting Boomerang and Harley. He really didn鈥檛 want to talk to them, especially Harley who had a long history of teasing and testing him. But he had questions that he wanted answered, especially before he jumped head first into this mission.
鈥淗ey, so, uh,鈥 he grabbed their attention and both of their heads snapped over from one end of the truck to look at him expectantly, 鈥淲hat鈥檚 up with Colonel Holman?鈥
Boomerang and Harley shared a look, then Boomerang said, 鈥淲hat about 鈥榚r?鈥
鈥淒oes she have like鈥owers or whatever?鈥
鈥淥h, yeah, mate鈥 she can see into the future or some shit.鈥 Boomerang replied casually.
Rick blinked in surprise. Out of all the things he guessed at what those white eyes could have possibly meant, he supposed that was the least outlandish. So she had some type of vision when they touched. What had she seen? What had she seen that made her run from him?
Harley leaned forward with a grin. 鈥淪o you鈥檝e met the Colonel, huh, Knighty?鈥
鈥淵eah, I met鈥檈r.鈥 He rolled his eyes at the nickname and crossed his arms roughly.
鈥淕eez, what鈥檚 that tone for?鈥 she asked.
鈥淎re you serious?鈥 Rick scoffed, 鈥淵ou guys tellin鈥 me you fuckin鈥 like her?鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檚 not to like, sugar? She鈥檚 hot as fuck, a complete badass, and she鈥檚 the only woman to every graduate from special forces training.鈥 Harley counted each point on her fingers. 鈥淪he could kick me in the face and I鈥檇 say thank you.鈥
Somehow his brow furrowed deeper, his arms crossed tighter against his chest. Rick remembered hearing about a woman going through special forces training when he was already out of it. When he was labeled a sergeant and told that he had the world ahead of him. He remembered he had laughed when one of his buddies showed him the article about her, just now remembering the picture of the girl with bright red hair, saying that she was never going to make it through. Then again, he never thought he would end up a criminal either. He was wrong on both accounts. She had made it through training and did what he couldn鈥檛. Rick鈥檚 leg bounced in an attempt to keep his anger contained.
鈥淓h, she鈥檚 alrigh鈥,鈥 Boomering said.
Harley smacked him on the chest. 鈥淥h, shut it Boomer, we all know you鈥檝e got a crush on her!鈥
鈥淒o not!鈥
Their incessant arguing faded into the background, a muffled beat for Rick to get lost in his thoughts to. Colonel Delphia Holman. Everything that Rick Flag was supposed to be if he hadn鈥檛 fucked everything up. She was everything that he ever wanted to be. A good soldier, someone who gave orders and took them well, highly skilled and highly adored for it, a good person. He wanted to be that. He wanted to serve his country and do some good. But his life鈥.it just kept happening, and happening, and happening until suddenly he was arrested and incarcerated in a place only reserved for the worst of the worst. Was he the worst of the worst now? He supposed he was. He did terrible things all in the name of being paid. Killing was the only thing he had ever been good at and after he got dumped from the army, well鈥.what else was he supposed to do?
While Colonel Holman got a good life and everything he had ever wanted handed to her on a silver platter. His lip curled in a snarl as he rolled his shoulders angrily.
She had seen his future. He knew she did. And he was going to find out what she saw.
Colonel Holman was waiting at the tarmac just like Boomerang said she would be. Standing there in her all black uniform, a quarterzip on underneath a tac vest and an automatic rifle held firmly in her grasp. Harley immediately jumped from the truck and planted a kiss on the Colonel鈥檚 cheek before going up the ramp of the airplane they were taking to Germany. Boomerang gave her a salute and Savant didn鈥檛 even glance her way before he followed everyone else onto the plane.
Rick got out of the vehicle last and the Colonel鈥檚 blue gaze immediately zeroed in on the ground. Then she turned on her heel and began walking towards the plane. Rick rolled his eyes but followed after her, making sure to keep pace so he could speak with her.
鈥淗eard you can see into the future,鈥 he said.
She seemed to take in a shaking breath before saying, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 right.鈥
鈥淪o what鈥檇 you see in that interrogation room?鈥
The Colonel stopped just before they got onto the ramp and she looked up into his face. He hated that the first thought that went through his mind was that she looked even more beautiful in the natural sunlight. Artificial light didn鈥檛 do her justice. The blazing, Louisiana sun made her hair practically glow like fire and her eyes sparkle like the Mediterranean sea. Her features were harsh and her stare cold but 鈥 God, Rick wanted to slap himself. Now was not the time and she was definitely not the person.
Rick didn鈥檛 believe her.
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The mission almost immediately went to shit. What was supposed to be a tiny lab fire turned into the entire building up in flames in only a matter of seconds because Boomerang got too excited with the gasoline. Rick hated that Colonel Holman was keeping her cool throughout the entire thing. And he hated that part of him admired her for it.
He admired the fact that when the room exploded in a bright flash of light and flames licked down the hallway that she barely even reacted. That all she did was tell them to pick up the pace and get down to the lobby as soon as possible, someone was surely to have heard that.
When they finally made it down to that fancy marble and glass lobby, with the skyrise ceiling and second story balcony that looked over the comfy chairs and koi pond below, Colonel Holman brought the team to a halt.
鈥淎lright, we got incoming from all sides according to Waller,鈥 she said, slinging her rifle to rest against her back and checking her side arm, 鈥淢e, Boomer, and Harley鈥檒l be the ground team. Durlan and Flag you go up top and cover us.鈥
鈥淚s that really the best strategy 鈥 鈥 Rick tried to argue, but she cut him off with one cold look as she clicked off the safety on her Beretta.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 an order, Flag.鈥
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m.鈥
It bothered him how easily he did an about face and jogged behind Savant to go up the stairs to the balcony. No one had given him orders in a long time and he liked it that way. A way of convincing himself that actually being kicked out of the army was a good thing. Because at least no one was telling him what to do anymore. Over the years, he had learned to justify a lot of things.
Savant took the west side of the room while Rick took the east. Pulling the Remington sniper rifle from his back, he set up the bipod and lined up his sight just before what seemed like an entire army of guards ran into the lobby.
He hadn鈥檛 asked what this company was or what the bioweapon could do. But both must have been very important to warrant this kind of protection.
He shot anyone who got close to the team at the center of the lobby, eyes trained down his sight and mind focused. But then the magnified lens caught a glimpse of Colonel Holman and he was no longer paying attention to anything else.
She fought like a demon from hell. With teeth bared and eyes glowing white in the darkness. She twisted and turned with her Beretta raised, and when it was empty she threw it at the next man with such force it cracked his skull. Moving with such fluidity without a single bullet or fist hitting her in the process, it was impossible. She even spun out of the way of flying boomerangs and ducked under Harley鈥檚 swinging mallet like she could sense them coming. It was almost like she knew what was going to happen beforehand. And maybe she did 鈥 maybe she fought with her eyes glowing white so she could see into the future, know where every attack was going to come from and have her own defense or attack ready and waiting. It was brilliant and deadly and it made Rick hate her all the more.
Eventually, the lobby was littered with suited bodies and Colonel Holman called out, 鈥淐ome on, let鈥檚 move!鈥
Rick slung the rifle across his back and, with his Desert Eagle raised, he started making his way towards the stairs. But across the room, on the west balcony, Savant was being slowly approached by a fresh group of guards. Rick turned, attempting to make his way around the square and help his team mate out.
But Savant shouted over to him, 鈥淕o! I got this!鈥
And so Rick left. He made it down the stairs and out of the lobby without a scratch to where the rest of the team was waiting in the parking lot. Colonel Holman turned to him with her brow furrowed and blood splattered across her face.
鈥淲here鈥檚 Durlan?鈥 she asked, breathless.
鈥淪till inside,鈥 he replied.
鈥淗e鈥檚 still in there?鈥
It was immediate, her reaction. There was no second guessing or thinking over the best option. She only started running back towards the building, to go get Savant, and Rick wanted to shoot her. Not kill her, just like in the leg or something. Maybe the shoulder. It was stupid and so incredibly kind that he didn鈥檛 know what to do with the feeling boiling in his chest. He couldn鈥檛 really tell what the feeling was. It had to be anger. Had to be. Because that was what Colonel Holman did. Made him angry. Made him feel a white hot fury in his gut over how honorable and good she was while he had to be callous and cruel.
Then the entire building exploded in a flash of pink smoke and roaring green flames.
Rick held up a hand against the sudden bright light of the explosion, barely even comprehending that he could no longer see Colonel Holman on her feet. His eyes searched for a moment, and through the green tinted haze and the first falling ashes, he spotted her. Crumpled on the concrete a few meters away with her bright red hair yanked from its bun, now splayed out on the ground around her head like some kind of fiery halo.
Harley and Boomerang rushed over to her side. But Rick remained where he was, stuck to the spot like a statue carved from the very pavement of that parking lot. She probably knew that the building was going to explode. Yet she was going to run back inside anyway to save a member of her team. A good for nothing criminal. What gave her the right to be so goddamn righteous?
Harley looked over her shoulder, a scared expression on her face that Rick didn鈥檛 think she was capable of, and screamed, 鈥淔lag, help! Come on!鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 hurt pretty bad, mate!鈥 Boomerang called next, actually sounding concerned.
Rick groaned, head thrown back like a child. He didn鈥檛 want to help her. In fact, he hoped she bled out and died. But she was going to go back in and save Savant knowing that it could have killed her and damnit if he couldn鈥檛 commend that. Plus, he knew if he just let her die Waller would blow his head off. So he marched over, every nerve in his body telling him not to do it, and he knelt down beside Colonel Holman鈥檚 prone form.
There was rubble and tiny pieces of glass stuck in her skin. Both of her ears were bleeding. Multicolored ashes were starting to collect in her hair and on her uniform. He could guess that she probably hit the ground hard from the explosion blowback. Rick quickly pressed two fingers to her pulse, looking for that familiar beat, only to find a very slowed down version of what he was hoping for. Shit. He slid his hand around her neck and slipped it back behind her head. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in blood.
鈥淪hit,鈥 he said aloud.
鈥淥h, God,鈥 Harley gasped, eyes gone wide at the red all over Rick鈥檚 fingers.
Without a second thought he ripped the scarf from around his neck and gently lifted her head. He pressed the fabric into her wound and set her skull back down slowly. He hoped that that would be enough pressure to get the bleeding to stop, and he really hoped that it was the skin that was broken and not her actual bone.
Sirens blared in the distance, coming closer and closer to put out the fire and look for survivors.
鈥淪hit!鈥 Rick cursed again.
What the hell were they supposed to do?
Then he spotted the black earpiece laying a few feet away. He immediately picked it up and pushed it into his own ear, hoping that it was still functioning after the explosion and that whoever was on the other side would know what to do.
鈥淲aller?鈥 he asked, holding the earpiece tight against his eardrum to hear over the blazing fire, 鈥淲aller, you read me?鈥
Her voice crackled to life, 鈥淒eadknight? The hell happened?鈥
鈥淲e lost Savant 鈥 Colonel Holman got injured in the explosion. What鈥檙e our next steps?鈥
鈥淪hit.鈥 Waller seemed to discuss something with someone else in the room before getting back to him. 鈥淭here鈥檚 a van parked in an alley a block south, there is a GPS programmed with coordinates to a safehouse. We can鈥檛 pull you out until morning. Think you can take the lead on this?鈥
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m.鈥 He turned to Boomerang and Harley. 鈥淲e got evac a block south 鈥 need you two to go ahead and make sure the way is clear.鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檙e you gonna do, mate?鈥 Boomerang asked.
Just as Harley stood up with a finger to her chin and muttered, 鈥淲hich way is south again?鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e got the Colonel.鈥 Rick pointed in the proper direction. 鈥淎nd south is that way.鈥
Harley gasped in understanding before picking up her mallet and heading out. Boomerang followed behind her tentatively, sparing one last glance back at his commanding officer. Rick really didn鈥檛 understand why they cared so much. They were criminals, degenerates, worthless. The Colonel didn鈥檛 really give a shit about them. She was just doing her job. Or at least, Rick thought that was what was going on.
Rick gently fitted his arms under Colonel Holman鈥檚 back and behind her knees. She was heavier than she looked, a lot of muscle on such a small frame, causing him to grunt quietly as he stood back to full height. The scarf was practically glued to the back of her head, so he didn鈥檛 have to worry about that. Then he started jogging south after Harley and Boomerang as the sirens blared in his ears.
Constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure they weren鈥檛 followed, Rick made his way towards the van Waller had ready for them. The Colonel made no signs of stirring. She bounced limply in his arms, her head flopping this way and that. That wasn鈥檛 good for the concussion she most definitely had. He tried to hold his shoulder just right so her skull would stay in place but it really was no use. The alley was just ahead anyway, Boomerang and Harley waiting at the corner for them.
I don鈥檛 care what happens to her, I really don鈥檛 give a shit, Rick repeated to himself as Boomerang opened the back doors of the van.
He set her down in the back as gently as he could, making sure not to jostle her too much. She groaned when he finally took his hands from her, her dirtied and bloodied fingers reaching out to him weakly. The breath he took in was sharp, a knife to the back of his throat. He glanced away from her. Harley was already in the van, squatting behind the front seats where Boomerang was starting the engine. A lock of that bright red hair had fallen over her eyes. Rick moved it back into place and watched with a lump in his throat as a smile tugged at her paled lips.
Fuck. Do I want her to be okay?
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Her pulse pounded in her ears. Reverberated through her skull. It would take too much effort to even groan in dismay. It felt like the rest of her body had gone numb, the only thing that remained was the sharp, stabbing pain in her head. It made tears prick at the backs of her eyes and each breath felt like a herculean effort.
What happened? She remembered running back for Durlan. A loud noise. And then a whole lot of darkness. What she was laying on felt softer than concrete. A hospital bed maybe? That was what logically made sense. But then how did the team get out of Germany?
She really needed to open her eyes. But goddamn if her eyelids didn鈥檛 feel as heavy as iron curtains. Through sheer force of will she pried them open, only to find a wooden ceiling cast in dancing shadows from flickering candlelight.
鈥淥h my God, you鈥檙e awake!鈥 Harley鈥檚 voice slammed into her skull like a freight train. 鈥淒on鈥檛 ever do that to me again! I was so scared!鈥
It felt like her limbs were moving through frozen honey as she pulled her hand up to her face just so she could press a finger to her lips. Harley instantly quieted with a hushed sorry. Delphia鈥檚 vision went white and she pried herself from the couch. And for a moment she thought she was slipping into her Sight again. But then she realized it was just the lightheadedness and general injury that were making spots dance before her eyes at the sudden movement. Her head swam as she lazily swung her legs so she was in a seated position. And once the spots cleared, she finally understood where she was.
The Germany safehouse. A cozy little cabin in the middle of a forest with a big stone fireplace and enough seclusion that they didn鈥檛 have to worry about any Terracorp Labs people finding them. Delphia had had to spend several months in this safehouse with some witness protected hacker. He was a real prick but at least the views from the windows had been nice.
It was dark outside now and candles were lit on nearly every flat surface. They must not have been able to get the generator running, she thought, I鈥檒l take a look at that later.
Pounding footsteps echoed from further in the small cabin, and then Boomer burst into the main room with a shout and a relieved look on his face, 鈥淏irdy! Thank fuckin鈥 Christ!鈥
鈥淏oomer, be quiet! Her head hurts!鈥 Harley reprimanded, equally as loud.
鈥淪orry, sorry,鈥 he whispered back.
Her own voice sounded thick and weighed down in her head as she asked, 鈥淗ow鈥檇 we get here?鈥
鈥淔lag!鈥 Harley pointed over towards the kitchen. 鈥淗e took over once you passed out. He鈥檚 pretty good at the whole leadin鈥 thing.鈥
Delphia鈥檚 head swiveled to one side like her head was too heavy for her, cheek angled towards her shoulder. And sure enough, Deadknight was standing at the kitchen island. Ankles crossed as he leaned back against the countertop. He waved slightly when her eyes landed on him. Did he have to look so fucking smug right now? His scarf was missing. He didn鈥檛 seem like the type to just take it off. Then out of the corner of her eye she noticed a familiar pattern caked in blood laying where her head once rested.
The pain was less intense now. More like a dull, throbbing ache that probably wouldn鈥檛 go away for another few days. She pulled her head back to look at Harley and Boomer, now both perched on the coffee table before her.
鈥淒urlan?鈥 she asked quietly.
鈥淗e鈥e didn鈥檛 make it, birdy.鈥
Delphia could only grunt in response as her head lolled to stare at her lap. Her pants were filthy. Covered in blood and ashes and dirt. If she remembered right, there were some spare clothes in the bedroom from the last time she was here. And she really didn鈥檛 want to be in this disgusting uniform anymore.
Her nose scrunched up. Durlan was her responsibility. Part of her team 鈥 and she had let him down. She had gotten him killed. What was worse is that, when she interviewed him just days before, he had told her that he really didn鈥檛 want to be there. Didn鈥檛 want to join the team. But he wanted a chance to get out, maybe live a life. He had mentioned offhandedly maybe reconnecting with his daughter. Delphia felt her heart drop in her chest, trying to suffocate her with its weight. It was all her fault that he no longer had that chance.
鈥淚 need some air,鈥 she finally managed to say.
Rising to her feet was easier than she expected it to be. She just planted her feet and suddenly she was standing. But when she took that first step towards the door, her vision swam with white spots, the room tilted on an axis, and her balance instantly wavered.
Hands clutched at her forearms tightly, kept her upright. In her mind鈥檚 eye, she got a flash of kisses stolen beneath white sheets. She tried to push the hands away.
鈥淓asy, easy,鈥 Deadknight spoke so softly it made her grit her teeth, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e bleedin鈥 again 鈥 gotta stitch that gash up.鈥
She tried to resist him, tried to push a protest past her lips. But she was too weak to do much of anything but be led back to the bathroom. She felt what little was left of her lunch churn in her stomach. Her head pounded against her eardrums to the beat of her heart. Her feet stumbled down the hall, tripped over themselves to the point that Deadknight slung his arm around her waist to keep her standing. White flashed before her eyes again and suddenly 鈥
鈥淵ou love me,鈥 Deadknight chuckled.
鈥淚 fuckin鈥 hate you,鈥 she replied with a smile.
Deadknight鈥檚 face sobered, but there was this hope, this affection in his eyes.
鈥淵ou love me?鈥
She came back to the present when Deadknight pushed gently on her shoulders to get her to sit down. She sat heavily against the edge of the tub, feet inside so he could reach the back of her head better. She could hear him rustling around in the cabinet, trying to find the first aid kit. He made a small noise of triumph when he finally did find it. There was the click of a lighter, a groan of frustration, and then Deadknight鈥檚 heavy presence was at her back.
She flinched when a wet rag made contact with the back of her head.
鈥淪orry,鈥 he muttered, 鈥淪orry.鈥
He put one hand on her shoulder to steady her as he continued to clean her wound. Her mind spun and swam with the pain and the confusion, her eyes unfocused as she stared straight ahead at the bathroom tile. Then her vision flashed white again. No, no, no 鈥 her and Deadknight were in her kitchen, slow dancing with the light above the sink on.
鈥淣o,鈥 she muttered aloud, 鈥淪top it.鈥
鈥淟ook, if I don鈥檛 do this you鈥檙e gonna bleed out,鈥 Deadknight sighed as he chucked the bloodied towel into the bathtub.
鈥淣ot talking鈥o you,鈥 she said.
鈥淲ho鈥檙e you talkin鈥 to then?鈥 he asked.
鈥淢yself,鈥 she huffed, 鈥淣ow fuck off.鈥
鈥淛esus, okay. Good to know our commanding officer is fuckin鈥 insane.鈥
A laugh slipped past her lips. One that she didn鈥檛 intend to make and one that definitely made a heat creep up her neck.
She coughed in an attempt to cover it up. 鈥淛ust shut up, Flag.鈥
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m.鈥
His big hand came down on top of her shoulder again, kept her still as he pushed the needle into her flesh. Only a slight tug at the back of her skull in comparison to the dull ache that consumed her. When her vision flickered in shades of white, this time she had no protests. No will to fight it anymore.
She was straddling his lap in some fancy hotel, wearing a silk dress. His hands roamed up and down her back, over her hips, squeezed at her ass. He was wearing dress pants and a fine button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a tie loose around his neck.
鈥淲e really shouldn鈥檛 be doing this,鈥 she whispered, 鈥淲e鈥檙e on a mission.鈥
鈥淲hat Waller doesn鈥檛 know won鈥檛 hurt her.鈥
Her forehead bumped lightly against his. 鈥淪he鈥檚 gonna find out eventually.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e always careful.鈥
鈥淩ick鈥.fuck.鈥 She leaned into him fully with her eyes screwed shut. 鈥淚鈥檓 pregnant.鈥
She was dumped back into that bathroom in Germany unceremoniously and with a newfound sense of clarity. Her vision was no longer blurred and her thoughts were completely clear.
It was everything that she ever wanted 鈥 and that made her hate it all the more. Someone who loved her. Who held her and brought a smile to her face and loved her back. A child, a family. Something that she had wanted since she was small but knew she could never have. But this man鈥.this criminal鈥.he was going to give all that to her? Did it have to be him? That arrogant asshole that drove her completely insane? Every rational thought in her screamed that it couldn鈥檛 be so. There were oceans between them, valleys and mountains too difficult to climb. No. She wouldn鈥檛 鈥 couldn鈥檛 鈥 let it happen. The future was not set in stone and there was no way that she was going to end up with Deadknight.
It was never going to happen.
鈥淒one,鈥 he muttered as he released her shoulder.
Delphia shot up from the tub and could barely even look at him. All she was able to see were those beautiful moments. Those warm glimpses of a future that couldn鈥檛 be. Her eyes zeroed in on the floor as she marched out of the bathroom. She heard him call out a you鈥檙e welcome from behind her but she couldn鈥檛 stop. She needed a moment to clear her head and focus back on the mission at hand 鈥 on literally anything else.
Harley and Boomer smiled at her when she came back out into the main room looking more like herself. But she just kept walking until she was yanking open the front door and slamming it shut behind her.
The cold night air smacked her in the face but it felt good. Sobering and clarifying. She walked around to the side of the cabin and leaned against the wall, just beneath the open kitchen window.
She had been through worse. She had seen warzones and her friends get blasted into a million pieces. But her chest felt too tight and her legs were wobbly and she just couldn鈥檛 fucking think. Her Sight had always been a blessing and a curse. She excelled in school. Went through all the military training with ease. Was always a step ahead of all her peers. But it showed her things that she never wanted to see. Got her discharged from the army and stuck doing this job. This job that made her guts feel all twisted up in darkness and forced her to be around criminals like Deadknight.
Criminals like Savant.
A weight collapsed on her shoulders. It brought her down, down, till she was sliding down the cabin wall. She connected with the earth and still it felt like she could sink deeper. Right into the earth鈥檚 core.
鈥淭he hell did you do, Flag?鈥 she heard Harley ask through the open window.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 do anything,鈥 Deadknight responded indignantly, 鈥淪titched up her head and she was fuckin鈥 ungrateful for it.鈥
鈥淧rolly Durlan,鈥 Boomer muttered.
Delphia crossed her arms over her knees, pulled them in tight to her chest just like she used to do when she was a little kid.
鈥淲hy鈥檚 she so hung up on that?鈥 Deadknight questioned.
鈥淥h, don鈥檛 you get it, Flag?鈥 Harley sighed, 鈥淲e don鈥檛 like her cause she鈥檚 cool 鈥 we like her cause she cares about us. She sees us as people.鈥
She shoved her face into her knees, making herself as small as possible 鈥 to hide away from all the guilt and shame. She only played at caring. She was going to go back for him but in her head she called him a criminal. Not a person, a criminal. Even though she knew better. Even though she knew Durlan was more than that. He was a father, an ex-Marine. She tried so hard to care, to treat them all as equals, to keep them safe 鈥 but it was never enough.
She was never enough.
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鈥淥kay, okay, I鈥檓 going! Jesus fuckin鈥 Christ!鈥 Rick whispered harshly as Boomerang and Harley practically shoved him out the front door.
Colonel Holman had been gone for nearly an hour and those two were starting to get worried about her. Rick didn鈥檛 really care either way. Sure, there was a nervous feeling balling up in his stomach but it wasn鈥檛 because of her or where she had gone to. No. He was just worried that the candles would burn down the cabin in the middle of the night while they all slept.
He rounded the north corner first, eyes straining in the darkness to see anything.
鈥淭he fuck you want, Flag?鈥 a voice suddenly called out.
鈥淛esus!鈥 He practically jumped.
She was sitting beneath the dimly lit kitchen window, knees bunched up to her chest. In the darkness she nearly blended into the shadows save for that head of red hair.
鈥淭here鈥檚 no need to bring him into this,鈥 she deadpanned, chin propped on top of her knees.
鈥淔unny,鈥 Rick huffed, 鈥淒id you see me comin鈥? In your visions or whatever?鈥
She pointed up towards the window. 鈥淲indow鈥檚 open. Heard you arguing about who was gonna come out here to check on me.鈥
鈥淎nd you鈥檙e not dead. So my work here is done.鈥
He turned on his heel to walk away, go back inside where it was at least semiwarm. Maybe he could make an attempt at getting the blood out of his scarf. She could stay out here for the rest of the night for all he cared.
But she was able to stop him in his tracks with just a few words: 鈥淲hy鈥檇 you do it?鈥
鈥淒o what?鈥
Rick knew what she was asking. But he really didn鈥檛 want to answer. He didn鈥檛 want to know the truth of his own actions.
鈥淪ave me, take over the mission 鈥 you didn鈥檛 have to do that.鈥
She got her to her feet, came face to face with him, her arms crossed over her chest. There鈥檚 such an earnestness swimming in those blue eyes that it makes Rick grit his teeth.
鈥淎nd leave it to those idiots in there?鈥 He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the cabin. 鈥淣o chance. They would鈥檝e gotten me killed.鈥
Boomerang called from inside, 鈥淗ey, that鈥檚 fuckin鈥 rude, mate!鈥
But Colonel Holman was just standing there shaking her head. Her tongue poking out from between her teeth as she nearly laughed, eyes tilted towards the frosted grass. And when she looked back up into his face, feet carrying her just one step closer, her expression was cold. Open and honest and it scared him in a way he didn鈥檛 fully understand.
鈥淥h, cut the horse shit, Flag. We both know that鈥檚 not true.鈥 Another step closer. They were nearly chest to chest. 鈥淲hen鈥檙e you gonna stop lying to yourself? You鈥檙e no villain. Deep down in that blackened soul of yours there鈥檚 just a scared little boy begging for someone to tell him what to do.鈥
She was right. And he fucking hated that she was. His entire life had been begging for someone to tell him what he was supposed to do. What do I do now that my dad鈥檚 dead? What do I do now that I鈥檓 out of the army? What do I do now that I have Black Masks money and a gun in my hand? What do I do now that I鈥檓 in Belle Reve? He had fucked up his entire life and he didn鈥檛 know how to fix it. He didn鈥檛 know if he could fix it 鈥 if he was worth鈥.redeeming.
And it pissed him off that Colonel Holman could see right through to the heart of him. Just when he was thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was alright. His defenses were up anew. She had called him out and she knew that she had hit him to the core. He could tell from that little smirk that quirked her pink lips and the wicked look in her eyes.
So he asked: 鈥淲hat鈥檇 you see in that interrogation room 鈥 when you looked into the future?鈥
He could barely see in the light from the kitchen window, but it was enough for him to catch the red splotches growing on her neck 鈥 the muscle in her jaw bulging as she clenched her teeth. He flashed her a smirk of his own now.
鈥淣one of your damn business,鈥 she muttered through a snarl.
鈥淪ee, I think if I was in those sweet little visions of yours鈥︹ Rick pulled himself close to her, head tilted down as he looked at her smugly. 鈥淵ou should at least tell me.鈥
鈥淵ou weren鈥檛 in them.鈥
鈥淥h, but from that pretty blush on your neck I definitely was,鈥 he snickered.
Rick poked at her neck, watched as his fingerprint left a white spot in the red flesh, and felt the burning heat of her skin. Colonel Holman swatted his hand away with enough force to remind him that she could easily break his wrist.
鈥淒on鈥檛,鈥 she hissed.
鈥淪o, what鈥檇 ya see, huh? Promise I won鈥檛 tell if you saw me 鈥 鈥
It was immediate and so fast he got the wind knocked out of him. One second he was staring down at her reddening face and the next he was slammed against the cabin wall. Colonel Holman fisted his tacvest in her hands, gripped it by the shoulder straps and had him practically lifted into the air. His toes barely touched the ground and he was now staring down at her furious face wide eyed. She looked savage 鈥 torn. Her lips peeled back in a snarl and her eyes glistened in the window light. Rick had never been simultaneously terrified and turned on in his entire life.
鈥淚 saw you 鈥 鈥 She shook him by the vest slightly. 鈥淏eing an absolute fucking prick! Driving me fucking nuts! Is that what you wanted?鈥
She stared up at him for a few more moments, breathing hard and nostrils flaring. And for a moment, just a moment, Rick comprehended just how close they were. His chest was pressed flush against hers. When she pinned him to the wall, she had forced one of her strong thighs between his. Jesus Christ, if he just bent his head a little he could kiss her. Did he want to kiss her? Kiss away all the hate and leave only what was good between them. He wasn鈥檛 sure if there was anything good between them. Did he want to find it?
Without even realizing he was slipping closer. Falling into her center of gravity with parted lips and eyes caught in a haze.
Then suddenly his vest slipped out of her grip and he landed back flat on his feet. Her eyes dropped to his chest, lost somewhere else as her shoulders continued to heave. For a second, he panicked. Did she notice he was about to kiss her? Then her head tipped forward, like it weighed too much, and her forehead connected with his tacvest. Rick stared down, face bunched up in confusion, at her fiery red hair. At the crooked bandage he had slapped on begrudgingly just an hour ago.
Colonel Holman鈥檚 shoulders began to shake. And Rick went stiff as a board when the first sounds of her crying reached his ears. Shit. He hadn鈥檛 meant to make her cry. He didn鈥檛 even think she was capable of such human emotion.
鈥淪hit, Colonel 鈥 鈥 he tried to say.
But then she muttered, voice thick with tears, 鈥淚t鈥檚 my fault he鈥檚 fucking dead.鈥
Oh. This was about Savant. Rick鈥檚 head reeled. First he wanted to punch her in the face, then he almost kissed her, and now he had the strange urge to comfort her. He didn鈥檛 even know what he was doing until his fingertips made contact with her waist. Until he was squeezing the hard flesh in reassurance.
鈥淪鈥檔ot your fault,鈥 he said.
鈥淚鈥檓 commanding officer 鈥 whatever happens on these missions is always my fault, my responsibility.鈥 It was as if she suddenly realized the position they were in. She jumped away from him like he was on fire, wiping at her eyes and looking at him like he had just slapped her. 鈥淒on鈥檛 tell anyone about this.鈥
鈥淲ouldn鈥檛 dream of it, ma鈥檃m.鈥
Colonel Holman walked away from him then and Rick felt like he could suddenly breathe clearly. He leaned back against the wall, face tilted towards the starry sky and he took in a lungful of the chilled night air.
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Delphia tried to just keep her head down as she walked through the halls of Belle Reve on Monday morning. But everyone was just so damn nice and she was too curtious to not say hi or wave back to people.
Her head still ached, a symptom the doctor said wouldn鈥檛 go away for at least a week, and all the lights in the administration wing seemed way too bright. The doctor also told her to avoid caffeine until the concussion symptoms had cleared. But he didn鈥檛 have a bunch of debriefing paperwork to turn into Amanda Waller by the end of the day. So she walked through the halls with a large paper cup full to the brim. She also hadn鈥檛 had the energy that morning to put on her full uniform, so instead she sported a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and canvas jacket. She even had a few fly aways in her bun that really aggravated her 鈥 but she didn鈥檛 have the patience to gel back.
Economos commented on the bags under her eyes when she was only a few yards away from her office and her polite demeanor finally cracked. Her lip twitched as she stared up at him, a smile edging on insane.
鈥淭ough mission,鈥 she said curtly before walking away from him.
It was a good thing to blame her lack of sleep on but it wasn鈥檛 the real reason. Ever since she got back from Germany her dreams had been plagued by Deadknight and his stupid, soft hazel eyes. The future and the present blending together in a way that made her head spin and her heart ache. As soon as she got in her office she was going to label Deadknight unfit for the Task Force and make sure that she never saw him again. Those visions鈥.it was a future she was determined to change.
It was never going to happen.
Her office door opened with a loud creak that made her screw her eyes shut. Jesus, she needed to take some more pain killers. With a sigh, she flicked on the light and nearly jumped at what she saw sitting behind her desk.
Fucking Deadknight.
They locked eyes for just a moment 鈥 in her mind flashed those eyes looking at her with such love she wanted to launch herself into the wall 鈥 and Delphia lurched to slam her fist into the emergency lockdown button by the door. If she had to fight him and drag him back to his cell herself she would. She had no idea how he got out of prisoner containment and found her office, but she also didn鈥檛 much care. If this gave her the opportunity to punch him in the face she was going to take it no matter what.
鈥淏efore you do that.鈥 Waller appeared from the back shadows of Delphia鈥檚 office and she froze, hand outstretched towards the emergency button and all. 鈥淚 would like you to meet your new second in command.鈥
Waller gestured over to Deadknight lounging at her desk with a knowing quirk of her lips. And he had the audacity to sit there, swiveling back and forth in her desk chair, and wiggle his fingers at her with a smug little smile on his face. It felt like her entire blood stream was on fire.
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 be serious. I don鈥檛 need a second,鈥 Delphia pushed out through gritted teeth.
Waller stepped closer to her, heels clicking against the tile. 鈥淚t鈥檚 too bad that I don鈥檛 care. He proved he had potential out in the field. He鈥檒l be accompanying you on all your missions from now on.鈥
鈥淢a鈥檃m, I 鈥 鈥
鈥淚f I hear one more word from you, Colonel, I鈥檒l see that metahuman record of yours going public.鈥 Waller moved to stand right next to her and Delphia clenched her jaw tight in order to not protest any further. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l pick him up from prisoner containment at the beginning of each day and bring him back when you鈥檙e ready to go home. You鈥檒l formulate plans together and he鈥檒l take half your paperwork. Should make your job...easier.鈥
鈥淵es, ma鈥檃m.鈥
Waller left the office with a triumphant look on her face. Delphia felt like her entire body was vibrating with pent up rage. She felt she could punch a hole through the wall and it wouldn鈥檛 even hurt. Her knuckles would bleed and bruise later but she wouldn鈥檛 even care. Her eyes locked on Deadknight once more and he grinned at her.
鈥淪o, what now, partner?鈥
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lacontroller199110 hours ago
Tongue Tied (Vampire!Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)
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Author鈥檚 Note: this was a super quick Drabble so if there's many errors, Im sorry
Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), over stimulation, cum eating, period sex, blood, fingering, Sir kink, dirty talk, overall pretty mild
Word Count: 666
Rick鈥檚 lust blown pupils peer up at you from his place between your legs. He watches the way you squirm underneath his touch as your thighs rest on his shoulders, his tongue languidly tracing patterns against your clit as he inserts a finger into your warm cave.
鈥淔uck darlin鈥, you鈥檙e still tight. Think you can fit me today?鈥 Your head bobs up and down, too spent from the countless orgasms he鈥檚 plucked from your body in the time spent together, 鈥渦se your words baby.鈥
鈥淵es, sir,鈥 he plunges a second finger into you, the stretch of his thick digits burning deliciously and helping alleviate the pain that came from your uterus. He would never admit it, but when you were on your period, it was his favorite time. Despite him hating that it brought you pain, the sight of his fingers, or dick, pumping in and out of you, covered with your arousal mixed with your blood makes Rick feral. Nudging his nose against the crease of your hip, Rick takes a large inhale and sighs against your clit.
鈥淵ou smell so good sweetheart,鈥 he states, his tongue still moving slowly around your bundle of nerves, your breathing hitching when his fingers curl inside of you, 鈥渢aste even better,鈥 he pulls away from your sex and looks down, watching with admiration as his fingers, now coated with a thin layer of your period blood sqealch with each thrust. Whimpering as he pulls them out, you鈥檙e helpless but to watch Rick place his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning as his tongue laps the juices clean off. Opening his eyes, he peers down at you; your chest heaving with each suck of air and your hair splayed out in different directions, pupils blown wide with a small lopsided smile, 鈥測ou good there honey?鈥 You nod, your hand reaching down in an attempt to grab his hard cock but his movements are quicker, 鈥渘uh uh sweetie, you鈥檙e not ready,鈥 he states, one of his fingers gently circling your clit causing you to whimper.
鈥淩ick, I can鈥檛 take any more, I need your cock,鈥 you beg as he clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
鈥淵ou know the rules, darlin鈥. No cock until you鈥檙e good and ready.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 ready, sir.鈥 He shakes his head.
鈥淚 decide when you鈥檙e ready and you鈥檙e not,鈥 he replies, dipping his head low again and adjusting himself so that he had a comfortable position before his wet muscle slipped out of his mouth and straight to your core, but instead of your clit he went to your vagina. Shoving his tongue into your hole, he smirks as his thumb comes up to rest on your clit, slowly rubbing it as his moans vibrate against your folds, 鈥淚 could eat you all day darlin鈥, tasting so sweet. You鈥檙e the only meal I ever want,鈥 he comments, your head throwing back and hitting the soft pillow, slightly damp from your sweat but not that you care, no. Instead, you care about the way Rick鈥檚 thumb hits the spot as his tongue laps up at your opening, tasting every drop of your arousal. Feeling the familiar rise of fire in your abdomen, your hand goes to Rick鈥檚 hair as your nails scratch his scalp, Rick humming in appreciation. It鈥檚 your own little way of showing him that he鈥檚 doing a good job. Rising up your hips slightly, your back arches off of the bed as you begin to pant, the coiling in your abdomen becoming more wound up.
鈥淩icky, I need to cum,鈥 you moan as Rick nods, his thumb rapidly circling your sensitive spot as his tongue plunges in and out of you like a man starved. Your toes curl as your orgasm washes over you in waves, Rick鈥檚 mouth coaxing you through your high as he moans against your heat, eating up every drop of your climax. Once satisfied, Rick pulls away and looks down at his work, 鈥淚 think you鈥檙e ready darlin鈥.鈥
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clints-lucky-arrowa day ago
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Rick Flag x F!Reader.
Heading a security detail is far beneath someone of Rick鈥檚 expertise. It only seems more frustrating upon meeting his charge, and realizing that handling her will not be easy.聽(Part of the BC2 Universe.)
Prequel. First Meetings. Brat!Reader.
WARNINGS: Emotionally Abusive Parents. Gaslighting. Unrequited Love. Job Loss. Family Arguments. Mentions of Physical Violence. Reader is a bitch to Rick, but she has her reasons. Not Beta-Read, and Minorly Edited.
Word Count: 鈥嬧1.3k.
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They bring him down the plush carpeted hall, and Rick tries not to grind his teeth. Annoyance simmers in his chest, but it's not something that he can show. Yet, it eats at him all the same. Curls up into his gut and tightens in his throat. Makes him angry.
Because he's not a damn bodyguard. He's a Colonel - the leader of Task Force X. Yet, he's pissed off Walker with another damn joke about her ugly-ass briefcase, and now here he is. Being walked down the halls of the White House on a special assignment.
Demoted to caring for a petulant child.
But you're not a child. Not really. Twenty-nine years old. Thirty in a few months. And despite that, you're still living off daddy's money. Yeah. He's heard about you. Read about you in the papers, and seen pictures of your drunk ass stumbling from bars on New Year's Eve on the cover of gossip magazines.
The press says that you're easy, that you'll sleep with anyone. That you're a total bitch. He's not sure about the first two, but the latter becomes apart from the moment that he steps into the room at the end of the hall and your face lifts to take him in. Seated at the far end of a circular table, your arms are crossed over your chest - lips pursed into a harsh scowl. Make-up is smeared underneath your eyes, but it doesn't look like you've been crying.
No. This is the bedraggled appearance of someone who hasn't had a chance to go home and recover after a wild night. Upon seeing him, your jaw sets. No word of greeting spills from between those clenched teeth. Those come from the man seated next to you - a figure that most in the country would recognise at a mere glance.
After all, the Vice President of the United States is a hard man to go unnoticed.
An arm - clad in a navy suit - sweeps out with a warm yet formal greeting. "Colonel Flag, welcome. Come in and take a seat. Join us."
Nodding stiffly, Rick goes to obey. He doesn鈥檛 get to. Your hand shoots out - blocking the plush seat of the chair beside you. Halting him from sitting as your imploring eyes turn to your father鈥檚 face. Inhaling tightly, the Colonel fights the urge to not allow his annoyance at the act show.
"I'm happy to keep Damon on ,鈥 you push, voice a little hoarse. 鈥淚t won't get in the way of things."
Your father鈥檚 head shakes firmly. "We can't allow that to happen. He told you that he loves you. In what world is it acceptable?" It鈥檚 hard not to notice the clench of his hands - and the visible points of strain from his knuckles as they push against the skin.
It鈥檚 an easy language to read. Anger. Upset. One that鈥檚 easily reflected in your own - though something else swims behind the strain of your voice. It鈥檚 hard to hear, covered by a layer of defensive incredulity that you wield like a weapon. Yet, Rick is accustomed to verbal cues. Practised in reading the set of one鈥檚 form and knowing what鈥檚 truth and what is lie. And so, he can see it. The thing that lingers behind your eyes. Sadness.
"Contrary to popular belief, nothing happened between us,鈥 you reply, arms crossing over your chest as you retreat into yourself. The next words that come are marginally softer. More vulnerable. That defensive hunch of your shoulders conveys that you don鈥檛 like being vulnerable. 鈥淗e's my friend. I like him. Please don't fire him, Dad."
"I have no choice. It's a conflict of interest."
A rueful scoff bursts from your lips. "Explain to me how? Won't someone look after me better if they actually love me?"
Growing more uncomfortable than irritated at this point, Rick just sits quietly. His hands clasp upon his lap. There he remains - silent and waiting. Looking every inch the absolute of a soldier who is here to do his job, and serve his country. No matter if that entails babysitting petulant brats or not.聽
However, a small part of him can鈥檛 help but feel a growing sense of sympathy for you - especially as your father鈥檚 next words hover in the air.
"It's disrespectful."
There鈥檚 a moment of silence. A tense beat. It makes him strangely want to reach up and tug at his collar - to feel the drift of more fresh air. To draw on something to combat the cloud of anger that he senses rising from you like a hot air balloon.
"Ah,鈥 you say - and the words are bitter. Laced with an understanding and disappointment that runs deeper than anything spoken aloud could ever properly convey. 鈥淣ow we get to the real root of the issue. It doesn't look good for you - someone going against your rules."
"You're being stubborn,鈥 your father retorts.聽鈥淎nd over-dramatic.鈥
All that you do is fix him with an arched brow, and a tone laced with pointed venom. "I wonder where I inherited it."
Something in him stiffens. The frame of his shoulders are tense. Almost vibrating with a restrained anger. Rick鈥檚 eyes sweep over the tight lines of his face - suddenly on a strange sort of high-alert. His attention moves to you. Assessing. You don鈥檛 shrink back as your father leans forward. There鈥檚 steel in your eyes, but the Colonel can鈥檛 help but think that they glisten a little brighter than before. While not quite afraid of your father, there鈥檚 a wariness as you regard him.聽
One that makes him think that this is not the first time that the Vice-President has tried to loom and intimidate you. He might not use physical violence - but there鈥檚 something in his timbre that aims to cut when he responds.
"No more arguing. This is how it will be. Colonel Flag will take over heading your security detail.鈥 Finally, both sets of angry eyes settle on him again. Your father attempts to smile - tightly - before pushing on. 鈥淗e's an excellent soldier, and has experience in dealing with difficult people."
Teeth flashing, your head throws back in an exaggerated bout of scoffing laughter. "So now you're likening me to the criminals in Belle Reve? Thanks, Pop. It's a wonder that I don't come and visit DC more often."
"Lose the attitude,鈥 he all but snarls. 鈥淎nd go get cleaned up. You're a state, and we have a press conference in an hour."
Glowering, you scrape back your chair - noisily rising to your feet. Barely restrained anger furrows your brow. It's a hard glare, and directed straight for your father. He returns it evenly - and Rick can see the similarities again. How the lines of your features overlap. And, after watching all of this go down, the Colonel almost feels bad for you.
But that's when your eyes turn to his once more - beautiful, hard, and filled with a near burning hostility. Pointedly, you allow them to flicker down his body. Taking in the sight. He can't help but push out his hard chest slightly - as if strangely stoked to impress. You have a strange effect on men. He can tell that already. Your barbed distaste only seems to draw him to you more.
It rises to a peak when you arch a brow - allowing a hint of something vicious and taunting, yet sickly sweet to infiltrate your tone.
"I suppose you'll do, Colonel,鈥 you tell him with exaggerated admiration, worded just to make your father seethe further with low rage. 鈥淵ou're not half bad to look at either."
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A/N: I鈥檓 still trying to summon the strength to finish this series, but I was watching Dynasty last night and Fallon has such major BC2!Reader vibes that it sort of encouraged me to write this.
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holmesandtheromana day ago
The Empty Place Where Love Should Be 鈥 Abner Krill x Fem!Reader
Chapter 6
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A/N: Guess who鈥檚 back!!!! As promised, I have updated. Took a break to work on Flufftober and had some rough times, but I鈥檓 back, Abner鈥檚 back, you鈥檙e back. It鈥檚 been like three months and I鈥檓 still brainrotting about this sad man. Anyway, as always, you can read this on my AO3 here.
WARNINGS: Abusive language from parent
You wiped away the streamline of tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You slammed your hand on the table in frustration next to your open laptop. You had spent the last hour and a half trying to look up what to do for adults who were being abused by their parents. There were a few sympathetic articles articulating the plight, but as far as you could tell, there was no protocol or hotline for that type of abuse.
Hell, you were not even sure if Abner was being abused by his mother. Everything was implied. He talked around it. What if it was all a huge misunderstanding?
You let your head fall into your hands as you continued to sob. All you wanted was for Abner to be safe and for him to feel safe around you, the way he was last night. He had felt safe enough to fall asleep on your shoulder鈥 he had not apologized for that. You were safe to him.
Your heart broke over and over for him鈥 You knew he would never ask you, but if he did, you would move mountains for him. If he wanted the moon, you would have built a ladder tall enough to capture it for him. You wanted to pick him up and hold him close and never let go to show him that there was someone who loved him.
You loved him.
With that realization you sat up, your blurry eyes trained ahead at your computer screen. You loved Abner.
It did not matter if you had only just met a few weeks ago. You did not need a reason to love him already, however. Why justify your own feelings to yourself? This fragile creature had chosen you to open up to. He thought the world of you, perhaps naively so, and he admitted it.
Your phone chimed, and you nearly launched yourself across the table to grab it. You saw that it was a text from an unfamiliar number, and your heart pounded as you hoped it was Abner. You opened the text.
鈥楾his is Abner. I鈥檓 safe now.鈥
You sighed with relief as you read the text, but your worry came surging back as you realized that he had mentioned his mother might check his phone. You typed back a quick response.
鈥榃hat book did I mention us reading last night?鈥
A moment passed before you received another text that read, 鈥楶ride and Prejudice. You did not say who wrote it though.鈥
It was Abner. You let your head fall back in true relief. You texted, 鈥業鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e OK.鈥
Several moments passed before you heard your phone ding again with another text from Abner. You picked up the phone and read: 鈥楾hank you for everything last night. I liked watching Anna Karenina with you. I wish we could watch another one soon.鈥
You could not help but smile as a warmth spread through you. He wanted to be with you鈥 You shot back another text. 鈥極f course! We could even go out to see one.鈥 As you were speculating on the next movie you would both enjoy seeing, your phone dinged.
鈥楾alk later. She鈥檚 nearby,鈥 came Abner鈥檚 reply.
Your fingers hovered over the touchscreen considering a quick response but decided against it. You understood exactly who he meant, and if his notifications were on and you replied, there was a chance everything could go south for him. You hoped he understood that that鈥檚 why you did not text back.
With a sigh, you stood with more relief than you had when you sat down. You made your way to your bedroom to get ready for your shift.
Abner stood in front of his bathroom mirror, brushing away the awful taste of vomit in his mouth. Expelling his dots had not been as painful that evening, but he knew that it was only because the events of the previous night had distracted him.
In fact, his mind had been playing everything over and over again all day. The scenes from Anna Karenina were on repeat in his mind鈥檚 eye mixed with your smile and comforting words. Your gentle touches were burned onto his skin; he could still taste the tea you had made for him; every time he touched his face, the cut under his eye stung, and he was reminded of the way you had cleaned it and given him the frozen peas to cover it.
Abner spit into the sink and cleaned his toothbrush under the tap water. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, his fingers lingering at his lips. He stood and gazed in the mirror.
He remembered back to the scene where Vronsky and Anna first kissed鈥 it was like watching the sunrise: it was supposed to happen, and it was so satisfying to see it happen. Something burned within him, and he dared to imagine a kiss like that happening to him. Could he be loved enough one day to be kissed with such fervor as Anna?
What would it feel like to kiss you?
Abner blinked at the intrusive thought, his hands falling to his side. His mother鈥檚 words slithered in behind the fantastical question: 鈥淣o one could ever love YOU, Abner. Not the way I do鈥 You鈥檙e just a stupid little boy who can鈥檛 do anything right鈥 You can barely take care of your mother. What makes you think you could take care of someone else?鈥
Abner physically shook his head, attempting to get his mother out of his head. He quietly made his way to his exceedingly bare room and closed the door behind him.
鈥淪tupid, worthless boy. If you went out on your own, everyone would hate you.鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 he whispered allowed as he squeezed his eyes shut. He sat down on his bed and reached under his mattress to pull out his copy of Anna Karenina. He held it close to his chest, trying to fill his head with the words from the book and images from the movie.
鈥淧eople hate you, Abner.鈥
鈥淣o, (y/n) doesn鈥檛. She鈥 likes me,鈥 he muttered to quell his mother鈥檚 words.
His mother鈥檚 voice quietened as he envisioned the waltz scene, this time actively imagining that he was a part of it. He imagined being dressed in a black suit, one that matched Anna鈥檚 ruffled dress from the movie. Abner smiled gently at the thought of him waltzing with you鈥 you all in white, the same way Vronsky contrasted with Anna. He imagined you smiling at him, the crowd melting away as you both twirled to the music. Both of you laughing at nothing and everything鈥 And then, just as the music slowed, Abner imagined him taking your hands and mustering all the courage within him to kiss you, gently, deeply, passionately. A kiss that could mean nothing else other than 鈥淚 am completely in love with you and am at your mercy.鈥
Abner opened his eyes, disappointment weighing down his heart as he remembered that he was still in his plain, dark room in his mother鈥檚 old house. He sighed and got into his bed, draping the covers over him.
He hugged the book tightly to his chest, his body craving the warmth and closeness that he had felt last night with you. You had not pushed him away when he wrapped his arm around yours. You had not gotten up and moved when he fell asleep against you. He shivered, desperate to reach out and feel you even though he was painfully aware you were not there.
He curled up beneath his covers, stifling a sob. He wanted to be with you so much that it physically hurt his chest鈥 the pain reminded him of grief, but it was a type of happy grief. He would see you again, hear your voice, maybe even hold your hand. He would be near you like he so desperately needed.
Abner reached into his pajama pants pocket and pulled out his flip phone. He opened it, the bright light causing him to squint. He looked over his shoulder at his closed bedroom door and listened for a moment, making sure his mother was not coming. He turned back to his phone and typed out a message to you: 鈥楾hank you for letting me stay at your place last night. I鈥檓 sorry I caused you to stay up late.鈥
He was not sure you would answer at all; perhaps you were working, or asleep鈥 or annoyed with him about the previous night. What if you had just been faking it when you told him it was no trouble?
鈥淵ou鈥檙e such a pathetic thing鈥 people will only ever pity you, Abner. Nothing more. They won鈥檛 be nice鈥 they鈥檒l only feel sorry for you,鈥 his mother鈥檚 voice echoed once again in his ears.
Abner stared at the text he sent to you, wishing he could undo it. What if that had just interrupted your sleep or gotten you in trouble at work? Would you think he was being too clingy or talkative?
Suddenly, a reply from you appeared, and Abner鈥檚 heart jumped. He eagerly read it.
鈥極f course! And you don鈥檛 have to worry about that. I normally fall asleep watching TV anyway. It was nice to have a friend to do that with!鈥
Abner smiled lightly. As he started to type another message, you texted again. 鈥榃hat should we watch next time?鈥 You also had sent a smiley face.
Abner deleted the words he was about to send and wrote instead, 鈥榊ou want me to come over again?鈥
A few moments passed without any response from you, and Abner grew nervous. What if you had been joking?
Finally, you replied, 鈥榊eah! You said earlier you wanted to watch another movie soon? If you come over, I can make popcorn and we can order pizza and all that. What do you think?鈥
Abner sat up in bed, invigorated by the conversation he was having. You wanted him to come over again? You weren鈥檛 faking being nice, then鈥
鈥業 would like that very much,鈥 he replied.
鈥榃e can talk about what we might want to watch when you see me next at Coop鈥檚.鈥 Your message came quickly this time.
Abner texted, 鈥楾hat sounds good.鈥 His thumbs hovered over the number keys for a moment. 鈥楢re you working there tonight?鈥
鈥榊eah鈥 it鈥檚 pretty slow over here. I have like one table that won鈥檛 leave and they keep asking for shit. Why? You coming to see me?鈥 You sent a winky face.
Abner sighed and glanced at his door. He started to type, but, as if fate decided to be cruel, he heard a creak and slow footsteps in the hallway. His stomach dropped. He quickly laid back down and rolled onto his side away from the door, shutting his phone and shoving it far under his pillow.
As his door opened slowly, it creaked menacingly. He tried to even out his breathing, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
His mother鈥檚 heavy breathing was the only sound that reverberated around the darkened room, and Abner begged in his mind that she would not come over to him or be able to tell that he was not asleep. With a deep pang, he realized that if you texted him, his mother would be able to hear the vibrating from underneath the pillow, as it was rather loud.
After several agonizing moments of Abner inwardly pleading that you would not text him then or that his mother would leave, he heard a low 鈥榟mph鈥 from his mother as she closed the door and her lumbering footsteps retreated down the hallway.
Abner rolled over slightly, his eye peeking over his shoulder to make sure she was gone. She was, and he let out a sigh of relief. He pulled out his phone again and continued the text meant for you.
鈥業 can鈥檛 come tonight. Mother keeps checking on me.鈥
Abner swallowed. He knew that you would eventually start asking about his past and his mother, but he also knew that if he told you everything, you might run away screaming. Either that or you would not believe him and you would laugh in his face. That鈥檚 what his mother said would happen if he ever told anyone about his dots鈥
Another text from you. 鈥楾hat鈥檚 all right. Just stay safe, OK?鈥
鈥業 will,鈥 he replied.
鈥業 need to go. Another group just came in. Ugh, lol,鈥 you texted.
鈥極K, sorry. Good night.鈥
Your message came after a few moments. 鈥楽leep well, Abner! x.鈥
Abner was not sure what the 鈥榵鈥 meant, but he smiled at it nonetheless. He wanted to believe it meant something nice, so for once, he was optimistic that it did. He turned off his phone and pushed it under his pillow once again.
As he closed his eyes to fall asleep, visions of the ball scene in Anna Karenina once again hazily drifted through his mind, with you and him at the center of the room as you both waltzed away the night.
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pinkwoolart2 days ago
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Thanks to @nino-poulain I had to draw this.鈥lad I鈥檓 not the only one who thought the brief power dampener scene was a look 馃憖
also why is it with Abner I feel the urge to do a different shading style than I usually do? I guess he鈥檚 just a fun character to experiment on with art styles.
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wickeddruiga day ago
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James Gunn, you are my enemy
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freshmoviequotes3 months ago
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The Suicide Squad (2021)
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