#rick flag x oc fanfic

[mags-writes]

Unconfirmed - part 2 || Rick Flag x OC

Summary: After Maeve O'Malley goes to prison for assassination and narrowly avoids getting the Blackcat moniker slapped on her record, she's pulled from her cell and brought into the chaos awaiting in Midway City. Only thing is, she was explicitly requested by Rick Flag, her former squad leader and Colonel back when they were in the special forces together. And they didn't end on the best of terms. Despite that, they easily slip back into their former banter but how long can it last when he won't tell her all the details of what exactly she's going up against?

Warnings: Canon-level violence, Aussie-level swearing, Harley/Joker-level abuse, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Rick Flag x Maeve O'Malley (OC)

Length: 3k words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

"I should be driving." Maeve said for the hundredth time.

It made Rick roll his eyes again from across her and repeat some variation of what he's already said on the matter.

"These are some of the best pilots we have. We'll be fine." His tone had no indication of shutting her up like he would the other criminals. He spoke like he was talking to a child in the back seat asking over and over again if they were there yet.

"Oh god." Was Maeve's response, making Rick snap his gaze to her almost immediately. She had her eyes squeezed shut and she was gripping the seatbelt straps, pressing back in her seat like she was trying to disappear.

He knew what this was. They were about to get hit. And she couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Maeve had been born with the uncanny ability to dodge anything that was airborne and coming her way at any speed. She could dodge bullets, knives, punches, and ass slaps all the same. The only scars she had were from when someone else got involved. She was only ever shot when someone was trying to shoot at Rick. She got them out of the way but it was like she traded places for them. Most of the time she could keep up and keep both parties safe but sometimes luck wasn't on her side.

Rick also thought she could see through walls but he hadn't voiced that theory to anyone yet.

"Oh god, oh god!" Maeve was getting more and more panicked as the seconds ticked by and Rick could only hold on to his own seat belt straps for whatever they were about to be hit with.

"What's up with that chick?" An Aussie accent rang out just before they were, indeed, shot.

The chopper jostled with the impact before taking a sudden nose dive. It hit the ground below them and then started rolling. Screams and laughter alike were heard screeching in the small cabin before it finally stopped and they were all left hanging upside down.

"I should've been driving."

They eventually made their way out of the unrecoverable chopper to the other one filled with all of Rick's army buddies that managed to not get hit and Maeve stumbled her way over.

"Lookin' good, Sarge!" Lieutenant GQ Edwards was a loyal son of a bitch but he had one fuckin attitude with Maeve.

"Shut up, Edwards!"

"Both of you shut it." Rick ordered, rifle out and finger on the trigger. "Let's move out."

They all walked in relative silence, the army boys actively scanning every inch of new terrain they came upon. Rick told them to take it easy and not to worry until Maeve was on edge. Edwards rolled his eyes.

"Remind me again why Katana is here." Maeve didn't look at Rick when she questioned him, trying to come off as aloof and like she didn't care about his answer. "What's wrong? Don't trust me anymore?"

"She's got my back. You've got my everything." Was his simple answer. "Besides, I needed at least one crazy person out here with me without a bomb in their neck."

"Oh, yeah, thanks for that." She said sarcastically, now turning to look at him with an unimpressed expression.

"Hey, I got you out of your cell for a while, didn't I?" He nudged her when he saw her trying to suppress the smallest smile on the face of the earth. Only rivaled by Nessa. "As for the bomb in your neck... can't do much but play by Waller's rules."

She scoffed, kicking something out of the way before speaking again. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"All that wasn't personal?" He took his time kicking the same debris when they came up to it again.

"Why do you look like you're running on three hours sleep and five lines of cocaine?" She deadpanned, making him look at her with an insulted expression.

"I do not." He said after a pause. "I would never do cocaine."

"Oh, my bad," she replied sarcastically again. "Why do you look like you're running on three hours sleep and six espressos?"

"If you're trying to say I look like shit, just say it." He countered.

"You look like shit." She met him step after step, she always did. "You look worse than the dog shit under my boot. You look worse than hungover Edwards with his head in the toilet."

"Hey!" Edwards called out. "It was one time!" Making them both look at him before turning back to each other.

"My question still stands."

"Heh," Harley interrupted, coming up from behind Maeve and bringing her arm around her shoulders. "You two are cute. Ya married or somethin'?"

"God no." Rick and Maeve answered in unison.

"Personally I have been working on my finger-blasting game with some consenting bitches in prison." Maeve's words made Rick blink in surprise before turning his head, acting like he wasn't about to laugh. "I don't know what this guy's been up to but I know it's juicy if he won't give me a straight answer."

"Can we keep moving, please?" He deflected, walking a bit faster and falling out of step with the women.

"Oh, you're right!" Harley giggled, hugging her a little tighter before letting go and walking beside Maeve. "How ya been Kitty?"

Kitty. It was a cute nickname Harley had been calling her ever since they ran into each other and Harley was bleeding out from a gunshot wound. She had been delirious at the time and recognised from the gear who Maeve was but the new high-tech heat vision goggles perched on her head looked like cat ears when they weren't in use. The nickname tumbled out before Harley could stop herself, and it cemented in her memory forever.

Maeve took pity and took her back to a safehouse, cleaning her up, stitching her up, and feeding her. In return, Harley told the Joker about how well Kitty had taken care of her and issued a no-kill order on Maeve for his whole territory. That no-kill order only lasts as long as Harley is in Joker's good books and unfortunately, Maeve is always aware of their relationship status due to if someone is going out of their way to kill her whenever she steps foot in Joker's territory.

"Well, no one's been trying to shank me in prison, so I guess that means you and the clown are still on." Maeve kept her voice down, she wanted Rick to have deniability about her as much as possible.

"Oh, Kitty. We're always on." Harley playfully whacked her arm limply.

"Even that time he chained you in the basement for a week with no food and I had to come and break your ass out at your sister's request?" Maeve countered.

"Hey! I told you, Mr. J was just playin'!" Harley defended, taking offense that her psycho, serial murdering, clown boyfriend could do anything wrong.

Maeve hummed in response.

Suddenly a scuffle breaks out and one of the criminals shoots a wire up to the buildings to escape. Maeve doesn't move, turning instead to the other one that was trying to escape at the same time. As she approached, he threw a boomerang at Katana, but she jumped into a front flip to avoid it before she had her sword at his throat. Maeve would've continued paying attention but something was itching at the side of her neck.

She knew it wasn't anything she needed to dodge, but it was a prickling feeling making her twitch. She turned, her eyes catching a flash of movement before everything went still again. It felt like a hundred pairs of eyes were on her for a split second, and now it was gone. No one was aiming anything at her now but she couldn't ignore whatever itch just came up.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when a small explosion went off and the guy with all the wires was suddenly hanging upside down in front of her... without his head.

Rick was speaking, she couldn't discern what it was in her shock as her hand came up to clamp down on the part of her neck that had been injected. She well and truly had a fucking bomb sitting at the base of her skull.

"That's what you put in me?" She yelled, her eyes swiveling to Rick who suddenly grimaced. "You took me from my fucking cell to do that to me?"

"Hope you're not gonna play favourites with the criminals, Colonel." Edwards called out.

"Shut up, Edwards!" Maeve pointed a finger at him. "I was acting under duress!"

"Can you get a hold of yourself?" Rick roughly took a hold of her elbow and moved her slightly out of earshot, lowering his voice.

"How can I get a hold of myself when at any moment, these idiots could get you killed and I'll have my fuckin' head blown off!"

"That's not goin' to happen to you!" His answer shocked her into silence, her eyes wide and mouth open before she narrowed her eyes and set her face into a glare.

"So you are going to play favourites."

Rick turned aspirated, looking like he was about to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her. "What answer do you want from me?"

"I am so glad you asked-" she went to bring her hands up, ready to number her demands on each of her fingers when he slapped them down again.

"Stop it! Just have my back, do as you're told, and stay alive." He actually did take a hold of her shoulders this time, turned her to face the others, and started walking. "That's all I'm asking."

"Mallacht mo chait ort." She cursed in her native Irish, putting as much venom into her words as she could.

"You don't own a cat." Rick countered, shoving her a little to keep walking.

"You don't know that!"

Maeve did as she was told. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything trying to shoot at Rick. It wasn't long until she felt that itch again. Like there was something pointed at her with their finger on the trigger and every intention of shooting but hesitating.

It made her twitch. It made her tick. It made her flinch. And Rick saw all of it.

"Hold!" He called out, holding his fist up and frowning at her. "What is it?"

Maeve suddenly felt it in a different direction, making her flinch back and snap her head. There was nothing there, no movement, no person.

Another twitch. This time from a couple stories above them. This time she used the scope of her rifle to see through the windows, going as far as to pull her goggles on when that turned up nothing.

"Kitty?" Called out Harley with a worried tone.

Maeve spun in the opposite direction everyone was facing, goggles firmly in place and rapidly searching for anything to turn up.

"I don't know." Despite her words, she pointed behind her before turning in that direction again, keeping the goggles on. "Something's definitely that way though."

Rick got his boys to go ahead, surveying the area and seeing if the path was clear. What they came across made their skin crawl.

Maeve let Rick do his thing, communicating with base about what to do and where to go, if the other team was responding at their location. She stood firmly in place behind a car when Deadshot came up next to her, bumping shoulders with her and staring puzzled at what was in front of them.

"They're not giving off a heat signature." She reported, moving the goggles back to the top of her head, having no more use for them now. "At least not with these. You?"

"What the hell are they?" He asked, ignoring her question. "Flag said, terrorists."

"Flag lied about terrorists." She corrected. "He's fucked up. He won't give me a straight answer on anything. He's keeping things from me."

Deadshot turned to her with a questioning frown. "And you said you're not married?"

"That is what I said, yes." She said defensively, trying to act like she couldn't feel her cheeks heat up.

They both had their chance at a real relationship once, but it had been wrong place, wrong time. They were waist-deep in their work and more than content to simply work together than try and possibly ruin it by getting serious. They knew each other better than any spouse will come to know the other, and that was okay with them. A dare issued by Edwards that they would get married if they were both single by 2018 had Maeve by the heartstrings though. She wondered a lot in her cell if that dare was the reason she could never commit to a relationship after that.

"Hey, I like these odds, mate, you just say the word." The stench of Digger Harkness drew Maeve out of her thoughts before his words could get the chance.

"Yeah." Harley agreed quietly.

"Pardon?" Maeve asked.

"C'mon." She persisted when she saw Deadshot hesitate.

"Yeah," Deadshot did hesitate, taking out his eyepiece so he could get a better look at the figures in front of them. "Uh, hold that thought."

"What's his deal?" Harley came closer to Maeve, wrapping her arm around her shoulders again and leaning in.

"Despite being bad guys, this might be something really fucked up even for you." Maeve answered, bringing her arm around Harley's waist and leaning into her.

They both watched as Deadshot brought up his weapon, most likely using the scope to get a better look at what was in front of them. When he did, Maeve twitched. The feeling was back. And like a switch, the figures in front of them descended upon them and the shooting started. Before Maeve surged forward, she saw Digger open a can of energy drink before slinking off into the shadows into an alley and she couldn't help but be a little jealous. She quickly came to a stop next to Rick, knowing she couldn't stop firing until they were all down. Except they weren't going down.

She knew that being around Rick and the boys meant she had to go back to her military training, no immediate headshots. As opposed to her mercenary night job, only headshots. But military training wasn't doing shit right now so she switched it up. She reloaded and this time didn't hesitate to aim for the head, doing a far better job at keeping them back now as their head shattered and they fell.

"Get off me!" She heard Rick shout, making her snap her head in his direction. She reloaded again and started firing. "Get off me you son of a-"

She only shot any extra ones from piling on top of them, trusting that someone would notice and do something about the ones already swarming him.

"Flag!" Edwards had noticed, good. He was always a good aim.

Harley must have said something because Deadshot started yelling at her, "Harley! He dies, we die!"

As soon as Harley and Edwards move in on the group, she lets up and waits for them to finish, not wanting to hit anyone with friendly fire by accident.

"Thanks." Rick says, being hauled up by both his saviours.

"Shut up." Harley retorts.

Rick looks up just in time to make eye contact with Maeve before she gets tackled from the side. It makes her yell out and on instinct take out her knife, wildly stabbing at anything available to her. The thing puts her down but only to try swiping at her, which she avoids before embedding her knife into the skull and viciously ripping it out with a grunt. Maeve movements have a deadly precision to them and the men around her move out of the way when they see her teeth bared.

She sheaths her knife.

She reloads.

She walks over to a car that Deadshot had taken up residence on.

She gets herself comfortable on the roof on one knee and the other one propped up for the kickback of her rifle.

She starts firing again.

Maeve was numb. Headshot after headshot in a daze and completely zoned out. Back in a warzone for shitty benefits from the government shooting at human-shaped moving objects that screamed. Everything blurred. They didn't stand a chance.

"Sargent."

Maeve looked around to see nothing moving. When had she stopped firing? When had she started breathing so hard?

Rick dragged her down from the roof of the car, moving the rifle to sit on her shoulder on the strap and grabbing her face in his hands.

"C'mon, I need you up and walkin'." He mumbled loud enough for her to hear, lightly moving her face from side to side to get her attention. "Don't get like this on me, Sargent. Not now."

Maeve blinked a handful of times, trying to will the daze away.

Deep breath in.

Hold.

And out.

Repeat.

Focus on Rick, on his hold on her face, and the callus on his trigger finger behind her ear.

Maeve nods, swallowing hard and humming to let him know she was back.

"Yeah?" He asked, leaning down slightly to look at her properly, eyes flittering between hers.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a nod.

Speaking felt heavy in her mouth, eye contact felt like looking at the devil, and moving was like dragging herself through a bog, but she persisted.

Rick knew this. Rick knew all of this. So he took her rifle, putting it back in her hands, unloading the empty mag, and taking one out of his own supply. She swallowed again, taking hold of the tac vest on Rick's chest, and cast her eyes upward. Deadshot walked over then, looking as severe as the grave.

"That's how I cut and run." He said, watching as Rick, without looking at his hands, loaded the mag in and shoved it into place.

The movement jostled Maeve and Rick moved her, bringing his arm around her shoulders and started getting her walking.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), DC Extended Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rick Flag/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Rick Flag, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Torture, Blood, Electrocution, Restraints, Hostage Situations, Whump, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

Rick Flag has been taken hostage by enemy forces. Even under torture, his focus remains on protecting his love. ~ My first whump fic! Written for @promptsforyourwhumpfic event, specifically Day 3 (late, I know!) prompt: car battery. Beta reading provided by @poetikat <3!

Taglist: @olliesaurus-rex @confidentandgood @incognito-insomniac @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @roofgeese @seliviawanders @poetikat @bitchesofostwick @kyber-infinitygems @shegetsburned @theelderhazelnut @darkfire1177 @spaceratprodigy (let me know if you wish to be added/removed!)

#suicide squad #dc #dceu #rick flag #rick flag x oc #whump fic #fanfic

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★ 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝕲𝖔 ★

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Rick Flag x Delphia Holman, Fairytale Au, chapter 1 (?)

A gift for the incredible @anniesocsandgeneralstore based on this moodboard and her original character ♥️

Summary: A princess plagued with prophetic visions, the knight she loves and the cursed sword that would come between them…

Additional inspiration: ★ • ★

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He took his oath to protect her with his life, armour glistening in the light, reflecting the colourful stained glass, down on one knee, a paragon; a man driven by duty.

She felt a gentle brush of gloved fingers against her own in the same cathedral where they’d first met, a quiet comfort after a loss; a man driven by compassion.

His lips crashed against her own, fingers frantically tangling in her intricate braids, clinging to her, the sounds of two desperate people echoing in her darkened chambers; a man driven by lust.

She felt his cold skin, held him against her breast, weeping, the eyes that once held all the warmth in the world, extinct and lifeless, his blood seeping through her dress, staining the fabric red; a man driven by love.

Delphia awoke with a start. Never in all her years had she seen someone’s path so clearly. A bright thread she could follow all the way to his demise. A man she knew she would love, a man who’s loss already brought her so much grief, long before they’d even met.

He must be so young still, she thought, probably not even a man yet.

She herself had just celebrated her thirteenth nameday. She wiped her tears, the dream already fading from her waking mind as the sun filtered through her curtains.

Everything in due time, she repeated her mother’s wise words to herself, no sense in being heartbroken today for something that will happen tomorrow…

Ever since she was a child, Delphia had been wary of the woman in the walls. Her father’s advisor maneuvered through the shadows, a whispering voice in the winding castle corridors. Always watching, always listening, the woman’s motives never fully revealed themselves and when they did, it was often too late. Despite all this, her father held Amanda in high esteem. She was, after all, loyal to the crown.

“You’ll come around once you realize just how heavy that thing is”, she’d mused one day.

A promise or a threat? Delphia could never be sure.

Rick Flag had always been a faithful servant of the realm. To the peasantry and courtisans, he was a paragon of virtue, fiercely loyal to the crown, and good looking too: the perfect knight. To Amanda, he was an obedient lovesick puppy, too blind to see he’d been turned into a pawn…

They shattered the witch’s spell and with it, Ser Flag’s heart.

When Delphia first laid eyes on him, she knew he was the one. Silently trailing behind her father, standing tall and upright in his bright polished armour, dark soulful eyes that made her heart ache. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and smooth the creases in his forehead, ease the burden that weighed on his shoulders. Her legs had taken her towards him in purposeful strides long before she even realized she was walking. Her father greeted her with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on the knight behind him.

“Ser Flag…” she’d uttered his name breathlessly. He startled,

“Yes?”

She’d so anticipated his arrival, she nearly forgot he was a stranger. She blinked and shook her head with an awkward chuckle,

“Welcome!”

“Thank you.”, he nodded and caught himself, adding a quick your highness and polite head bow.

Amanda, from her usual vantage point right behind the king, observed their exchange like a cat might observe a mouse; calm, quiet, calculating.

The man beside her looked bewildered as the princess exchanged pleasantries with the old king. He leaned down to whisper,

“The princess knows my name.”

Amanda’s face betrayed no emotion, as unreadable as the stone walls around them,

“News travels fast around here.”

Try to keep up.

Though unspoken, Rick heard her loud and clear. She’d pulled a lot of strings to get him where he was and he was more than aware she held the shears to cut him loose. He was not immune to manipulation, he’d learned that the hard way and Rick Flag wasn’t the kind of man to make the same mistake twice.

His gaze wandered back to the royals in front of them, the princess’ eyes glued to his as if she saw something beautiful in his troubled soul and it made him feel fuzzy. She waved to him as she left, sunlight caught in her hair, a shade of red that reminded him of a hearth. A warm, inviting flame and he, the little moth, unaware that it would burn his delicate wings.

Rick Flag wasn’t the kind of man to make the same mistake thrice.

#gift for a friend #when i go #rick flag x oc #fairytale au #rick flag #delphia holman #the suicide squad oc #canon x oc #fanfic #i never know how to tag my fics 😭 #not my oc #rick flag fanfiction

[practically-an-x-man]

Writing Masterpost

Here's the list of all my fanfics! These can also be found by searching for Practically_An_XMan on AO3

Quick note: I write primarily longfic. Long longfic. Many of the main fics (not on tumblr) are 100k plus - and if they aren't yet, they'll get there eventually. Have fun.

X-Men Fics:

I'll Be Here to Catch You - Hank McCoy x Mira Hart [started Jan. 2021, finished June 2021)

Symphony in Silver - Peter Maximoff x Robin Cassidy [started Aug. 2021, finished Oct. 2023]

Candy Cane War - Peter x Robin ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

A Love Once New - Warren Worthington III x Rae McKinney [started Feb. 2021, finished March 2024]

Aftermath - Bonus chapter to A Love Once New

Tear Us Apart - Bonus angst piece to A Love Once New

Gravity - Warren x Rae ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Smoke and Mirrors - Alex Summers x Madison Douglas [started May 2021, currently active]

OC thoughts - "Madison doesn't share food", loose ficlet

Marvel/MCU Fics:

Catch and Release - Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Ophelia Octavius [started Jan. 2022, currently active]

Closing the Rift - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, one-line angst prompt (tumblr)

Bloodstained - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Amadeus - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random prompt (tumblr)

Call it Even - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random one-line prompt (tumblr)

Bird's Eye View - Kate Bishop x Gia, random prompt (tumblr)

Drunk Kiss Snippet with Gia and Kate

DC/Suicide Squad Fics:

Battle Wounds - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Late Nights - Rick Flag x Eris, fluff/sleep prompt list (tumblr)

Acrimony - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump oneshot (tumblr)

A Short History Lesson - Rick Flag x Eris, height difference prompt list (tumblr)

This Time It's Not So Literal - Rick Flag x Eris, random fluff/humor prompt (tumblr)

A Fool's Errand - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/jealousy prompt (tumblr)

Dead of Night - Rick Flag x Eris, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Lost Gods - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump ficlet (tumblr)

Years Ahead - Eris oneshot, future AU (tumblr)

Broken Pieces - Rick Flag x Eris, intense whump and hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Whatever Keeps You Around - Rick Flag x Eris, unexpected run-in with an ex (tumblr)

New Blood - Nikoletta Bordeaux, one-line prompt, introductory ficlet (tumblr)

Nightmares - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort, early introduction (tumblr)

Shadows and Fallen Stars - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

Relapsed - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

The Facts Were These - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, first kiss (with abundant Pushing Daisies references) (tumblr)

Pit of Vipers - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, pre-relationship in Belle Reve (tumblr)

No Longer Alone - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Lost in Thought - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Escape Artist - Chain smallfic with @witchy-self-shipper (tumblr)

Reunion/Relief Kiss Snippet with Nik and Abner

Heavy Whump/Angst Snippet with Eris and Rick

Star Wars Fics:

Bolts and Blasters - Armitage Hux x Indigo [started May 2021, finished June 2023]

Torment - Alternate/bonus chapter to Bolts and Blasters

Rallentando - Fluff oneshot, takes place after Bolts and Blasters

The Working of My Hands - domestic oneshot, after Bolts and Blasters (crossposted)

6 Underground Fics:

Nom de Guerre - Billy/Four x AJ Campbell [started May 2021, finished Sep. 2022]

Desert Song (Previously Unreleased) - Billy/Four x Quinn/Aces [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Flustered - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Out to Lunch - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt, hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Pyrotherapy - Billy x Quinn ficlet, two-line prompt, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Night at the Museum Fics:

Who Waits Forever Anyway? - Ahkmenrah x Katherine Johnson (OC, not the scientist) [started Dec. 2021, currently active]

Christmas Lights - Ahkmenrah x Katherine fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Mefkat - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

Love, Willow - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

American Horror Story Fics:

Heartstrings - Kyle Spencer x Jasper Wilson [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Sunshine - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, angst w/ a happy ending (tumblr)

Pandemic-Era Kyle and Jasper (tumblr)

Knock on Wood - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, domestic fluff (tumblr)

Gift Card - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

Sprained - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, sleep prompts (tumblr)

Undone - Kyle x Jasper, random fluff prompt (tumblr)

Mama - Kyle x Jasper, heavy angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

The Sandman Fics:

Secret Worlds - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Feb. 2023]

(Farewell) Wanderlust - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Mar. 2023]

The Calling - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Oct. 2023)

All Night - Corinthian x Prometheus fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Dust to Dust - Corinthian x Prometheus angst ficlet (tumblr)

Reunion Kiss Snippet with Prometheus and Corinthian

Fablehaven Fics:

Taking Flight - Warren Burgess x Kestrel [started Aug. 2023, currently active]

Locked Away - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst/whump prompt (tumblr)

Chameleon - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst and action oneshot (tumblr)

Ghostbusters Fics:

Heart in Your Hands - Lars Pinfield x Jimmy Luciano [started March 2024, currently active]

Fluff Snippet with Jimmy and Lars

Extra Pieces:

Lucky - for @can-of-pringles, Arith x Iriel (their OCs)

King - for @can-of-pringles, the Corinthian x Prometheus, found family with Lee Quinn (their OC)

Sick Day - for @can-of-pringles, Arith x Iriel (tumblr)

Sneak peek at a future Stranger Things fic (tumblr)

Karaoke - for @can-of-pringles, Peter Maximoff x Marigold Rosales (their OC) (tumblr)

Steel Christmas - for @vexic929, gen fic with Quinn and their OC Berrie (tumblr)

Through the Haze - for @negative-speedforce, dark/angst piece with their OCs Hyun-Ki and Jessi

Roses and Tulips - for @can-of-pringles, Copia x Silas, Valentine's ficlet (tumblr)

"Breakfast" drabbles for each of my OCs

Whump drabbles - Jimmy, Rae, Quinn

Whump drabbles - Ophelia, Gia

Whump drabbles - throwaway OCs

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If I Go, I'm Goin' Crazy - Part 1 (Rick Flag x OC)

Summary: There was a reason Amanda Waller always seemed to be three steps ahead of everybody. Only no one would have guessed that she had an actual psychic at her side at all times. But when this psychic sees the death of one Colonel Rick Flag, who is so kind to her, she can't help but warn him of his impending doom on missions - again, and again, and again.

Pairing: Rick Flag x OC (Delphia Holman)

Word Count: 5986

Warnings: a pinch of language, death/coma mention, nakedness mention, FLUUUUFFF, rick flag being a major softy, suggestive language

Timeline: September 2016

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Would you guys want a second part to this that covers the before and after of the 2021 movie (cause I do have some fix it ideas if you know what I mean)?? Let me know!

Amanda Waller was a terrifying and imposing figure in the US government, especially in ARGUS. And one of the main reasons that she was so formidable was her seemingly magical ability to be nearly three steps ahead of everyone else. She would have the solution to every problem. She would know how people would respond before they even opened their mouths. She would know exactly what steps to take, in the middle of a stressful mission, in order for things to succeed. For a while, when ARGUS first began, it was rumored that Waller was a metahuman herself. But those were shut down quickly. Her nearly abhorrent distaste for them evidence enough that she herself was not one. Plus, no one was willing to ask out of fear for their lives.

But the rumors weren’t that far off from the truth.

Amanda Waller had had the same assistant ever since she started at ARGUS. Pulling the quiet but stern girl up through the ranks with her as she climbed to the top of the food chain. Her assistant — now this girl was a metahuman if there ever was one. She was the reason for Waller’s incredible sense of foresight.

“Her name is Delphia Holman, codename Oracle,” Waller told her higher-ups at Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary just before she took the job as commanding officer of Task Force X, “Her mother, if you recall, was Frida Holman also known as Oracle. A psychic caught placing illegal bets on sports games and buying lottery tickets that she knew would win her millions — she was incarcerated here at Belle Reve. While imprisoned she gave birth to Delphia who was adopted by another family and lived a normal life. But I kept a close eye on her — and when she started to develop her psychic abilities I hired her on as my assistant. Trained her — taught her everything that she knows.”

“Didn’t Frida Holman claim to be a descendant of some alien race that came to earth during the age of Vikings?” one of the higher-ups snorted through a laugh.

But Amanda Waller was not laughing. “Yes. And she was correct.”

She clicked the next slide and the higher-ups gave one another sideways looks. Men who could conjure fire in their palms and half crocodile men they could believe — but a psychic? Someone who could see into the future with accuracy down to the very minute? That was just impossible.

“Evidence has been discovered that an alien ship did in fact land on Earth during the Viking age in Norway. These aliens were clearly of a higher intelligence, possessing the natural ability to see into the future. A few of these aliens stayed behind and procreated with humans — creating the legendary Oracles that predetermined the outcomes of the greatest battles throughout history. Wars were waged over possession of these descendants until they were whittled down to one remaining bloodline. The Holman bloodline. Delphia is the last of her kind — and we have her in the palm of our hands.”

“Why not use this girl to the entire nation's advantage then and not just yours? She could be sitting in the White House right now telling every major authority what every other nation is about to do.”

The other higher-ups shook their heads in agreement with the one.

“Because something like this needs to be contained.” Waller knew that these men wouldn’t understand, but as their subordinate she had to tell them about the staff she wanted to bring on. And that included her psychic. “If she was working in the White House the entire world would know what she was in an instant. Working with me — with Task Force X — she can still be used for the nation's purposes without drawing the attention of the entire world to our door.”

The higher-ups stared around at each other, then the director sighed. “Fine, Ms. Waller. You may use this metahuman with your Task Force X project. But if you fail — then she’s ours.”

“Deal.”

Task Force X, affectionately known as the Suicide Squad, did not, in fact, fail. Like all of the higher-ups at Belle Reve thought it would. Instead, the program was a major success. Well, for the members of the team that didn’t die it was a success at least. Those who came out of missions with their hearts still beating got ten years taken off their sentences and the world became a little bit safer than it was before. It was a win-win for everyone really.

Well, almost everyone.

Delphia Holman didn’t feel like she was winning anything. In fact, she felt like a little piece of herself was being chipped away with each mission Task Force X went on.

Waller would give her the files. The criminals going on the mission, the plans, the schematics — every piece of data that would pertain to the mission would be dumped into Delphia’s hands. She would then pick over each bit of information carefully, and before she knew it, she would be slipping out of focus and into the future. Seeing every minute of the mission play out in real-time. And if the mission failed, she would tell Waller what happened and the plan would be corrected. Delphia would keep doing this until the mission finally succeeded, and after that, she was supposed to keep her mouth shut about anything that was about to happen. Even if that meant looking straight into the face of someone she knew was about to die some gruesome, horrible death and not say a word to them about it.

However, it was a system that worked and it was a system that got her paid a substantial amount of money. So she only complained in her journal and cried in the bathroom when it all became a bit too much. But she would never say a word to Waller — she definitely couldn’t afford to lose this job. It was the only one she had ever had really. As soon as she was out of high school Waller had called her and offered her a job. At the time she thought it would be just an in to something more. But the something more never came and Waller’s true intentions were revealed.

Five years after saving the world the first time, teams were being sent out on missions constantly. Like the one today.

Delphia was practically running down a hallway in the bowels of Belle Reve, arms loaded down with files about the mission, in an attempt to find an empty room to focus in. The team departed for the mission in four hours and the mission still wasn’t ending in success. It seemed that no matter how many changes were made, the mission was simply doomed to fail. Waller was absolutely breathing hellfire down Delphia’s neck to find a solution and it was making her nervous — which really wasn’t helpful for the whole looking into the future thing.

Delphia groaned as she looked into the window of yet another occupied conference room. Did every department have a meeting today or something? Didn’t they know that what she needed to do was far more important than whatever it was they were discussing?

When she turned from the window, however, she ran into a very solid form. The hefty stack of files fell from her hands in a flurry of paper and pictures, some of the lucky sheaves even sliding halfway back down the hallway.

“Shit, Holman — sorry,” a distinct southern accent drawled.

Her face instantly heated as she looked up into that familiar face. He flashed a smile at her before kneeling down and beginning to pick up her dropped papers. Shoving them into random manila folders messily. Delphia took a calming breath before bending down and beginning to gather them herself. Oh, universe, did it have to be him?

“It’s not a problem, Colonel Flag. You have a mission to prepare for — I can get this,” she muttered, avoiding looking into his face and instead focusing on retrieving the papers that had spilled behind her.

As they picked up the papers, their hands nearly touched. Skin grazing against skin as they went for the same page. Delphia’s insides twisted as she tried to control her breathing.

“Nah, there’s plenty of time. At least let me — “ He got up from the floor with a groan and began to jog after the ones that had sailed across the tile floors down the hall. “Get these ones for you.”

Delphia stood with the rest of the regathered files and tucked a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear nervously. She knew exactly why being around Colonel Rick Flag made her like this. All blushy and nervous and butterfly-y. And she kind of hated herself for it. But she really just couldn’t help it. He smiled at her and greeted her in the hallways when everyone else around the Penitentiary and ARGUS couldn’t care to give her the light of day. He asked after her family when they were going the same direction in the hallways. Even when he had meetings with Waller he would bring a coffee to her desk and chat for a few minutes.

Then there were the after-mission celebrations. Where a few bottles of booze would be passed around the room when Waller would finally leave and everyone would let loose — rejoice in another job well done. And somehow, during every single one of these events, Flag and Delphia would gravitate towards each other. Find solace in one another, because it wasn’t like either of them were friends with anyone else around Belle Reve. Well, Flag had the members of Task Force X. But they were never brought out of their cells to join in the celebrations with the rest of them. The pair of them would talk and drink and maybe once and while drink too much — stowing themselves away in some corner to not so quietly make fun of everyone else there. Then they’d stumble out to the parking lot side by side. Touches would linger just a bit too long. Looks would be held for longer than necessary. And before one of them would decide to break away to the cabs they had called, they would stand too close together. Pondering. Wondering. Wishing.

But nothing ever came of it.

And not to mention he was handsome…So very very handsome. With the muscles, and the facial hair, and the accent, and being so thick he looked like a damn pillow she just wanted to sleep on. Or kiss. Or whatever.

“Holman…You still with me?”

Flag’s voice snapped her out of what was most definitely not staring at him. Right. He was handing over the rest of her files.

“Yeah. Sorry. Just — er — lots on my mind I guess.” Delphia took the papers from him with a fresh blush brandished on her cheeks like a badge of shame. “Thank you.”

“Waller really dogging you about this mission?” Flag asked, hands on his hips as he looked pointedly down at the once again immense stack of files.

“I suppose you could say that, yeah.” Delphia looked up the hallway, one of the conferences was adjourning and she needed to snag that room before someone else did.

“Tell her there’s no need to stress. This kind of mission is almost routine at this point.”

She scoffed. “You try telling her that.”

“Honestly — ” Flag smiled when she caught his eye again. “I’d rather face the devil himself.”

“Or herself.”

Flag chuckled and Delphia couldn’t look away from him. Her stupid schoolgirl crush wasn’t the only reason she was avoiding looking at him. And now that she was gazing into those brown eyes as welcoming as her childhood home she couldn’t stop envisioning it. Couldn’t stop seeing the future of this man standing before her. Couldn’t stop seeing him dead. A bullet between his glassy eyes, the blood drained from his face. That was his future today. At the end of this mission he was about to depart for he would be dead. And she couldn’t tell him.

She watched as his face crumpled in concern. He could probably see the tears building in her eyes. The way she couldn’t control the nearly childlike downturn of her mouth.

Even after all these years, she still cried in the face of deaths she could do nothing to prevent.

“Delphia ‘re you — “

He reached out to touch her shoulder, but to her great surprise she got to him first. Her hand curled around his wrist earnestly — fervently. Clutching him so lightly yet she could feel his muscles rippling beneath the surface and the faint ridges of scars on his skin. He was warm beneath her fingers. A reminder that he wasn’t actually dead yet, no matter how much that bloody bullet hole between his worried eyes told her otherwise. He didn’t deserve this. He was so good, so kind, so brave, so convicted, so earnest. She couldn’t let this happen to him — she just couldn’t.

“Colonel Flag — “ She cleared her throat of phlegm and tried again. “Colonel Flag, whatever you do, get behind the cover to your right when the shooting starts. Please.”

“Wait, what — ?”

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Waller needs this report in a few minutes.”

With that, she let his wrist slip from her hand and she scurried off to the now-empty conference room. Once inside she shut and locked the door behind her and pressed her head against the cool metal. Did she seriously just do that? If Waller found out — if Flag told her — she would be dead. But she couldn’t tarry on her mistake for long. So with one last hope that Waller wouldn’t find out, she laid the files out on the conference table and drifted off into visions of the future.

When the team left for the mission four hours later, Delphia’s visions still ended in complete and utter failure. And this did not make Waller happy. Not in the slightest. The rest of the team could tell that something was off, the energy in the control room was even more tense than usual. And Waller was even more…Well, herself than usual.

The mission itself was simple. It was something that several different variations of Task Force X had completed successfully before. The assassination of some metahuman gangster or another. One hellbent on world domination or at the very least domination of an entire city somewhere. This type of thing never tended to sit well with the American government — so Task Force X would be sent in to get rid of the problem and keep the metahumans under control. Only this time, this metahuman gangster, was just a bit tougher than the rest of them were.

“Task Force X you are approaching Crazy Quilt’s hideout,” Waller announced over comms to the team of seven she had sent out into the field, “Take caution, there are hostiles guarding the entrance — and nearly every major hallway leading up to Quilt’s location.”

“Copy that,” Rick Flag’s voice responded.

Delphia, sat in the corner of the command center in case Waller needed anything, tensed at the sound of his name. It was going to happen soon. That bullet was going to pass through his brain and he was going to die. She would no longer get to hear that southern drawl that lifted her spirits. She was no longer going to be waved to or chatted with in the hallways. She would no longer see his smile, hear his laugh, or ever get the chance to tell him that she felt something for him. Why hadn’t she ever told him? Why had she waited five years for a little crush to turn into an overwhelming weight? Why had they never had their sloppy, drunken kiss like all those times said they would?

The first shots of Crazy Quilt’s guard echoed over the comms.

Oh, God please no.

This was it. Flag wasn’t going to see the cover in time and one of the armed guards was going to get lucky enough to hit him between the eyes. And all Delphia could do was watch.

She braced for the impact, eyes glued to the monitors that displayed a hacked security feed. Her insides tensed, her fists balled in her lap — fingernails digging into her palms.

But then she saw it.

Flag moved behind the cover to his right and he lived. He made it through the fire fight. Despite all of Delphia’s visions of his death.

Delphia released the breath she had been holding just a bit too loudly. The rest of the team looked back at her with quirked brows — especially Amanda Waller, who had been told quite plainly a few hours ago that Rick Flag was going to die during this mission. Delphia looked away from them all and down to the pleat in her dress pants. But she couldn’t help the smile that overcame her face.

He was alive.

When Task Force X got back from their mission, Crazy Quilt in a body bag, Delphia was sitting at her desk outside Waller’s office going through the debriefing paperwork. Waller would need to sign all of these when she was done with them. Then she would have to go into the prison system and change the sentences of each of the team members that came back alive. The mission ended up being a success after all.

Red pen in hand, just in case she found any mistakes, Delphia skimmed through another paper in the report. Blue eyes darting from left to right at top speeds so she could hurry up and go home. It had been an exceptionally long and stressful day — and it was nearing on three in the morning. She could feel just how heavy her eyes were as she flipped the paper over and moved on to the next one. She grabbed her coffee cup and went to take a sip only to find it was empty. Ugh. She really did not want to get up and go get more from the breakroom.

But the sudden and rather startling banging open of the door leading into Waller’s waiting room woke her up enough. Delphia’s head snapped up from the page she was reading to see Rick Flag standing there. She sucked in a deep breath at the sight of him.

He clearly hadn’t taken the time to shower before coming up here. He was still sweaty, grimey, and splattered with enemy blood. The only thing he’d cared to do was take off the top half of his tactical gear. Leaving him in the pants and boots with just a simple black t-shirt straining over his torso. Delphia gulped as she took in the tattoos poking out from the sleeves of his shirt.

He looked grumpy and maybe even confused as he looked across the room at her.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked, voice deeper and huskier post mission.

“Er — yeah.” Delphia put down the red pen and smoothed out her hair. “What about?”

She knew what about but was really hoping that he would’ve forgotten or would’ve thought it was a coincidence. But judging from the look on his face he definitely remembered and definitely did not think it was a coincidence that she knew where cover would be during the shootout with Crazy Quilt’s men.

“Not here,” he grumbled.

Delphia rose from behind her desk and followed him out the door, hoping that Waller wouldn’t need anything while she was gone. Flag closed it shut behind them both then silently stalked down the hallway — leaving her standing there for a moment before she followed. He led them to a smaller office around the corner. Opening the door like he owned the place, Flag stepped inside the dark room and Delphia felt like she was going to explode. They’d never been alone together like this before.

Taking a deep breath, Delphia stepped inside and shut the door behind herself. Flag turned on the lamp on one of the desks crammed inside the small space. It took her a moment to realize that it was actually his office they had stepped into. Sparsely decorated and immaculately clean — just like a military man who barely spent any time there.

“How did you know?” he asked after a moment of silence, arms crossed and eyes focused on her feet.

She decided to play dumb, just like Waller told her to do when someone got suspicious. “How did I know what?”

“You know what — the cover at Crazy Quilt’s. How did you know it would be there and that I would need to get behind it?” Flag finally looked up from the floor, searching her face for anything.

For being a psychic, Delphia Holman was an absolute shit liar. Which is why when these types of situations came up, Waller usually made them go away quietly. But this was Colonel Rick Flag. Integral to the workings of Task Force X and a great soldier. He took orders, was a great leader, and was still so kind in the face of all the things he saw. Which was why Delphia couldn’t let Waller make this go away for her. Not this time.

“I — I’m not allowed to tell you,” she finally stuttered out, hands gripping her blazer so tight she was probably permanently wrinkling the fabric, “It — It’s in my contract.”

“Who does Waller have against you?”

Delphia crossed her arms and looked away from Flag. “My parents…She’s threatened them before. When I’ve messed up.”

Flag sighed in an understanding way and moved closer to her. Only a few steps after he noticed her flinch away from him.

“Look — I get it. Waller’s used the people I love against me too.” He took another step closer and this time she left him, her blue gaze shifting back to his face. “But I promise you she won’t find out you told me the truth.”

She glanced around the small office for evidence that someone could be listening in.

Flag seemed to notice. “No cameras, no microphones in here. Just us. I just — your information saved my life. And I wanna know how.”

Delphia stared at him, long and hard for a minute. She knew that Rick Flag was all hard stubbornness that concealed a kind earnestness that only a few got to see. Those who had worked with him for years. And it wasn’t until this moment that she finally saw that. And it made her want to kiss him all the more.

“I’m psychic,” she finally blurted.

Which took Flag aback. Physically. His head reared back and he blinked his eyes rapidly as if being stung by a sudden breeze. Delphia never realized how stupid that sounded until just then either.

“You — you’re psychic?” he asked.

“Well — well I can see into the future. I guess the technical term is that I have foresight. I just need to see a picture or anyone really and then I just…unfocus. Then I’m looking into their future. Do you remember the prisoner Frida Holman?”

Flag shook his head.

“I guess she died before you got here. She was my mother. I was born right here in Belle Reve. Then adopted.”

Delphia watched as Flag’s expression softened even more. It made her heart hurt to see his sympathy, his care. Something that he didn’t let just anybody see. She was beginning to question what made her so special that he would let her in like this — let her see him melt before her very eyes.

“And your mom?”

“She, uh — she died here too. Waller let me read the file when I came to work for her. She slipped into the future and couldn’t bring herself back out. When you’re in that state you can’t move, can’t eat, drink, or sleep. It was like she slipped into a coma and just withered away.”

Flag was so close to her now. While she was talking, she hadn’t realized that she’d backed up against the closed door. That Flag was standing so close to her she could feel the heat coming off of him. Could smell the sweat and dirt still clinging to his skin. Could feel his breath fanning down across her face. At the realization, her heart instantly jumped into her throat, making it impossible to say anymore. And it wasn’t because she was traumatized or saddened by the death of a mother she never got to meet. No. It was because Rick Flag’s presence was overpowering and wonderful and safe and everything she had ever wanted.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Delphia swallowed the lump in her throat, or at least made an attempt, and croaked around it, “It’s okay.”

“Can you — I mean — are you willing — can I see?”

He made it sound like he was asking for some sacred thing from her. It nearly made her smile how tentatively he spoke the words. So unlike his usual commanding self.

“I can’t show you the future, if that’s what you mean,” she said.

“Oh.”

“But I can — if you don’t mind — I can look into your future. Just by like an hour,” she suggested.

Rick nodded his head and Delphia took a deep breath. Right. She shook out her hands in preparation. She hadn’t done this to an actual person in so long. Stealing the last of her confidence, Delphia looked deep into his heavenly brown eyes, and thought hard about who Flag was.

Former US special forces. Recruited by Waller to lead Task Force X some years ago. Surprisingly takes his coffee with a lot of cream. Once had a cat named Toaster. Doesn’t like to watch TV, prefers movies and books. Doesn’t enjoy killing. Fiercly protective.

Delphia felt her eyes and mind unfocus. Rick’s face became blurred and suddenly he was gone. Replaced with a milky white before fading into a different scene entirely. She was inside his apartment a thirty minute’s drive from Belle Reve. It was nice. Brick walls and wood floors. Though just like his office it was hardly decorated. It almost seemed like a model home it was so unpersonalized. Delphia moved from the living room, not seeing Rick anywhere.

In the back of her mind, she could hear Rick standing before her in his office. He was trying to call her name, snapping his fingers. She wasn’t done yet though. He was probably worried by the whiteness that had taken over her eyes.

She could hear something down the hallway of his apartment. Moving to investigate, she should have realized what it was sooner. His shower was on, and Delphia walked in on him standing in his steaming bathroom absolutely naked. She gasped in shock and covered her eyes. This was too intimate of a moment. It made her blood feel like it was boiling.

“Holman — Delphia! You with me?” Rick’s present voice snapped back into sudden clarity as her vision focused back on the dimly lit office and his sweaty face so close to her’s.

“Yeah — yeah. I’m here.” She tried to fight the major blush that was beginning to take over her entire body, her eyes instead focusing on the wrinkles of his t-shirt rather than his face.

All she could see was his naked form in the shower. Back muscles rippling under the stream of hot water. Strong, thick thighs keeping him up right. Those broad shoulders looking so unburdened in those most intimate moments. She had caught the side of his face. He had his eyes closed. The steaming water poured down over the back of his head and neck. He nearly looked younger when he was so relaxed.

“Kinda scary…Your eyes going all white like that,” he sighed, relieved, as he gestured towards her face.

“Hence the need for an empty conference room.”

Part of her wished he would back away from her again. Another part of her wished he would never leave.

“So — uh — what’d ya see?”

“In an hour — you…You’re home. Taking a shower,” she replied.

“Oh, come on, anyone could’ve told me that,” he scoffed.

Delphia narrowed her eyes in challenge. “Fine. You have an apartment with brick walls — your couch is blue. And you have a tattoo on your left side.”

She instantly clamped her mouth shut. She hadn’t meant to say that last part.

“You saw my…? Did you see me in the shower?” he asked, brows furrowed but he was smiling slightly.

“Um — possibly.”

“Either you did or you didn’t,” he chuckled. He was now chest to chest with her, hands still held steadfast at his sides. But despite the privacy and the fact that she could definitely hear him he whispered, “So did you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, finally looking up into his face, “But that could change — now that I’ve told you. You could decide to take your shower earlier or later or not go home at all. The future's not set in stone.”

Rick’s brow furrowed. “So what did you see that made you wanna tell me about the cover?”

Here, Delphia hesitated. She could no longer see that bullet between his eyes because that future no longer existed. But it still made her ache to think about it. And she had a feeling that Rick could guess what made her tell him.

She cleared her throat and said, “Your death.”

“Oh.” He put his hand on her shoulder as a comfort, but it only succeeded in making her feel like a volcano about to erupt. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Delphia couldn’t help the tears that built in her eyes. Attempting to blink them away and diffuse the tension she chuckled, “Wouldn’t be my first time seeing something like that.”

Rick’s expression darkened. His grip on her shoulder slipped and for a moment Delphia felt nearly relieved. But then he snatched up her hand — gently, reverently. How could such hands inflict so much pain but hold her like this? His hands eclipsed her’s like the moon does the sun from time to time. Only she never wanted this to end. Never wanted to stop feeling his warm, battle worn skin against her own. Never wanted to stop feeling held by him.

“Waller — she makes you see every mission, doesn’t she?” Rick guessed.

Delphia nodded. “If the mission fails she changes something in the plan. Fine tunes. Then I look again. And again, and again, and again until the mission succeeds. I’ve seen every one of your dead teammates die and I couldn’t tell you and I’m so sorry — “

“Hey, hey, there’s nothing for you to be sorry for.” He squeezed her hand gently. “There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“There’s always something I can do. Always. I just never have the guts to do it.”

“You had the guts today. You saved my life.”

Rick looked uncertain for a moment. His eyes searched her face that looked curiously back at him. What did he see there? What did he see in this girl that he only talked to occasionally in the halls of Belle Reve? Why was he holding her hand and comforting her and making her feel safer than she ever had in her entire life? Being the Oracle, people only ever wanted to use her for their own gain. Wanted her to look into their futures and tell them what she saw. But not Rick. No. That wasn’t what he wanted. If it was he would’ve asked for something more by now.

Instead he tentatively reached up his other hand and cupped her cheek.

Delphia gasped quietly but didn’t stop him. His hands were so rough. Littered with callouses and scars. But they felt delightful and warm against her.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“All I’ve ever — I just — I just want you to be okay, Dee.” He gripped her jaw just a bit tighter, thumb stroking just under her eye. “And I don’t know if it’s the overwhelming sense of gratitude — but I really wanna kiss you.”

Delphia wasn’t sure what propelled her. What electricity coursed through her veins to make her crash into the man before her. But she did. She surged into him like the tide to the shore and embraced him with a searing kiss. She kissed him long and sweet and powerful. One of those kisses that felt like it was being hot ironed into her very soul. His strong arms circled around her waist and lifted her closer. Her fingers tangled into his hair. It was sloppy and sweaty and she got dried blood on her hands but it didn’t even matter because she was kissing Rick Flag.

A sudden knock on the door had Delphia jumping out of her skin. The kiss was broken and she latched onto his shoulders, hiding in his collarbone as he chuckled.

“What?” Rick barked like nothing had just happened.

“Party’s starting in control in a few. Harcourt brought the good stuff.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a few,” Rick replied casually while also giving Delphia’s hips a good squeeze.

Which made it very difficult for her not to squeal. So biting down into his collarbone would have to do.

“And have you seen Holman? She’s not in her office.”

Rick made a point of looking directly into her eyes when he said, “Nope. Not since I got back.”

“Oh, well — sure she’ll turn up eventually. See you down there, Flag!”

“Yep, see ya soon.” Rick quickly bent back down and planted another kiss on her lips, so gentle and sweet, then he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?”

“And go where?” she mused with a smile.

“Back to my place?” he suggested, then he muttered into her ear, giving the lobe a playful nip, “Maybe I won’t have to take that shower alone?”

The thought of it excited her, nearly making her toes curl. But then she remembered those stupid, unfinished reports piled on her desk that Waller would be demanding in less than an hour and she groaned. Throwing her head back gently against the door and dragging her hands down to his broad chest, she sighed.

“I gotta finish the debriefing reports for Waller,” Delphia said, though she became rather distracted when Rick began placing hot, wet kisses against her neck, “And she’s already irritated with me today so I don’t really wanna press my luck.”

“Mm, you’re probably right,” he hummed against her throat, “Meet me in the parking lot in half an hour?”

Delphia Holman went back to her office disheveled and happier than she had ever been. And when she handed the finished reports to Waller, her boss of course narrowed her eyes at her. Since when was her assistant so smiley? But she didn’t question it and instead left for the night, or early morning.

And when Delphia went out into the parking lot, the moon low in the sky and the orange glow of the street lights illuminating the concrete, she saw Rick Flag leaning back against his Jeep. He saw her coming and grinned. And even though it may have been foolish and slightly embarrassing, she broke into a light jog in order to get to him sooner. No pondering, no wondering, or wishing this time. With a laugh, Delphia practically leapt into his awaiting arms and kissed him again.

And again and again and again and again.

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[loverhymeswith]

Welcome to my Masterlist, where you'll find all my oneshots, series and drabbles for a range of different characters. Most of the works below are +18 only and NSFW. My requests are currently open for Tommy Shelby.

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

RICK FLAG MASTERLIST

STEPHEN HOLDER MASTERLIST

TAKESHI KOVACS MASTERLIST

✧ It's You - Part One | It's You - Part Two

✧ Beautiful Stranger

ERIK HELLER MASTERLIST

FRANK WAGNER MASTERLIST

ED BALDWIN MASTERLIST

✧ Say It Isn't So (ft. Rick Flag)

✧ Shut Up

✧ All Aboard

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Soldier boy

Rick Flag x reader

Requested by: @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, violence.

A/n: (700+)....🤝🤜🤛🤙

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Behold the voice of God, he said....

We're going to do something that'll get you killed, he said....

Cut and run and I'll blow your head off, he said....

IT'LL BE DANGEROUS, HE SAID....

Y/n couldn't keep her thoughts to herself anymore..

"We're walking down fuckin main street! Where is the action!? You said we'd get killed!?" She yelled. "I don't see us getting killed, Flag!"

Rick pointed a gun at her head, she glared in response..."You wanna die? It'll come sooner than you think."

A big crash came from the building behind her, about thirty black creatures came barreling out in attack mode.

"Here's your action, baby girl."

She turned and ran right into the hurd of monsters, everyone stopped shooting and watched Y/n take them all out.

"Fuckin witch." One of the soldiers said.

"Hex." Y/n corrected.

Rick smirked and rubbed the back of his neck, they continued on down the street. Flag and Y/n occasionally glancing at each other. Finally he grabbed her arm and let everyone go ahead of them. He crashed his lips to hers and slammed her into a car.

"You're gonna be a good girl aren't you?" He asked.

"Y-yes, Colonel."

He gripped the back of her neck and captured her lips again. Y/n hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Yeah you need this don't you?" He whispered.

She could feel his hardened cock through his trousers. He held her hips and ground into her, she let out a soft moan and trailed kisses down his neck.

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Digger and Chato looked back...

"Oi, where's Soldier boy and Y/n?" Boomer asked.

Everybody turned, there was no sign of them.

"Oh they probably went off to take care of more of these things." DQ said.

He pulled out his walkie, clicking the button he said...

"Hey Rick? Where did you and Hex-agon go?"

There was at first static then Ricks voice came on...

"All good, Y/n thought she saw something. We're checking it out. Go on ahead, we'll catch up."

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Rick thrusted hard into her gripping her hair, she looked deep into his brown eyes and saw nothing but pure lust.

"I'm gonna cum, Rick." She whimpered.

"Cum for me baby, cum for your colonel."

She let go and spread her juices over his cock, Rick thrusted into one last time hard, and covered her mouth to silence her moans as best he could.

"Holy fuck." He groaned into her shoulder. "We gotta catch up to them, but I ain't done with you yet."

THE END ❤️

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[lacontroller1991]

Taking Care of Rick Post Missions

Head Canons on how reader would take care of Rick post missions

@artemis-cr0ck​ @h-hxgirl​ @himbovillain-anon​

warnings: blood, gore, SPOILERS, angst

 - For the most part, Rick doesn’t go to the hospital or medical facility to get checked out, he goes straight home. Straight to you.

- You have medical training due to the military so you always have medical supplies on hand for when he comes home.

- He doesn’t take anything for the pain, he just chugs some alcohol to numb it down.

- After stitching him up, you always run to the bathroom and turn on the faucet before removing his clothes and gently washing him off.

- Mornings after missions are his favorite, you always wake up before him and make his favorite breakfast, bringing it to him in bed.

- After really bad missions, you are strict about his mobility, always making sure he’s laying and staying in bed.

- You always fear the worst when he’s away. Any knock sends panic through your body, not knowing who was on the other side of the door, whether it be a friend, family, or an officer to let you know that Rick had died. Today was one of those days. A sharp series of knocks bounced off of your wooden door as anxiety filled you. Sounds like a military knock, you thought to yourself as you moved to open the door, your breathing getting caught in your throat as two men stood outside in their class A uniforms.

“Are you Mrs. (Y/N) Flag, wife of Colonel Richard Flag Jr?” One of the men asked while the other clutched a flag in his hands, nodding your head, you felt your eyes brimming with tears, “I am Captain Sam Barnes with ARGUS and I have a message from the Secretary of the Army. May I come in?” Nodding, you motioned for them to enter as you took a seat on the couch, grasping onto Rick’s favorite pillow, you looked up at the two men before they continued, “the Secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret that your husband is believed to have been killed in action on August sixth in Corto Maltese. A body matching Colonel Flag’s description has been found in the proximity of where sources believed he was murdered. We are trying to confirm identification and you will be notified as soon as identification has been established. The Secretary extends his deepest sympathy to you during this period. Your husband was a hero,” the soldier finished his monologue before the two saluted you and walked out of your apartment. You left out a blood curdling scream as you tightly gripped the pillow, sobbing alone in your apartment.

After a while of crying, your thoughts were torn away when your phone rang. Rushing over to it you saw that it was a text from a random number, ‘meet me here’. What else do I have to lose? You thought to yourself as you made your way to your car, wiping away the tears and driving to the spot the text instructed. Pulling up to the shady parking lot, you saw a familiar body with those familiar pale arms. Next to them stood a large man who seemed to be waiting for you. Exiting the car, you were pulled into Harley’s arms.

“Harley, what are you doing here?” You whispered as tears cascaded down your face. Wiping away the tears, she gave you a small smile.

“Cheer up, doll. Your man is alright,” she replied softly as you stared at her like she had grown two heads.

“No, that’s impossible. Two soldiers came by and told me Rick died. They didn’t confirm it was his body but all,” “it was a decoy. We swapped out the body. Come with me,” she admitted as you were pulled along, the man she was with keeping an eye peeled. Dragging you into the warehouse where multiple nurses were running around a sole bed that was occupied.

“We got Rick out of there, he has sustained serious injuries but he’ll live,” the man spoke as you rushed to Rick’s beside, grabbing his hand in yours as more tears escaped your eyes.

“Rick baby. Can you hear me?”

“Ma’am, we need you to get away,” one of the doctors stated as Harley pulled you away and kept you in her arms as you sobbed.

- When he was discharged, you had him on bed rest for weeks. After two weeks he would get restless but you would always cuddle up to him and keep him on the bed. 

- You would bring him food, help him with the shower (especially in the first few weeks), always making sure he was comfortable and always changing out his bandages. “Baby, I’m fine. I can do this by myself.”“Rick, respectfully please shut up.”

- As soon as he was better, you began looking at houses away from Belle Reve and Waller, opting for a small house in Huntsville where Rick got a job with the FBI that was there. Harley practically living with you two as “security” detail.

- Anytime Rick comes home sick or injured you automatically assume the worst (out of habit) and begin to tend to his needs, however minor. Harley thinks it’s cute.

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[chattahoochiecoochie]

Rick Flag Can’t Read

Summary: Lilith’s been waiting around for Flag to catch the hint for months, and when she stumbles onto his campsite in the middle of the jungle, the question can’t wait any longer.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Possessive Rick, oral sex, forceful oral sex, choking

Notes: No spoilers for TSS, unedited, minors DNI, forgive me father for I have sinned and not written smut in WAY too long. But I’m back, and ready to go. I think.

“You’re alone?” For a man lying half naked in the forest he had sounded busy, occupied. She had gotten ready to find him with someone, but here he was, alone. Vulnerable, almost.

“Jealous?” He gave her a small smirk as he pulled a blanket onto his lap, cutting her gaze off from his manhood. Lilith gave a small grunt and stepped away from him, relaxing back onto the heel of her boots to put a bit of space between them, as if his question hadn’t been divisive enough.

“Wouldn’t matter if I was, would it?” She let go of her face, her tongue slipping from her lips as her fangs sank down into view and her pupils turned to slits. She steeled herself behind the face, waiting patiently for the impending let down. “All you ever do is avoid me.”

“Got nothing to do with you being a snake.” He gave her a funny look, confusion passing through his eyes. “You think it’s because you’re meta?”

“What else would it be?” She frowned deeper.

“Well the prison time might have something to do with it, sweetheart.”

“I don’t have much left.” She looked down at him, a quirk in her brow. Prison time? Thats all he cared about? Earlier in the day she had unhinged her jaw and murdered a man in cold blood and he cared about the prison time? Talk about having your priorities out of line.

“You had what? Thirty five? Served three, right, this is your third mission. So what you’ve got two left? Two years is a long time, darlin.”

“Scared I’ll get out and hunt you down?” What else could possibly justify the stone walling she’d been on the receiving end of. Her third mission by his side, not to mention all the time in between. The stares, the feelings hanging in the air between them, that night they’d spent together on patrol, all of it boiling down to denial time and time again.

“No.”

“Then what?” Lilith felt herself growing angrier by the second, it was becoming harder and harder to keep her eyes focused on him and her fangs were filling with venom, burning her tongue as it formed droplets on their points.

“You really want to know?” He nestled down on to his arms, getting comfortable with the thought of having answers she didn’t. “If I get you, I won’t give you back. I won’t spend two years without you. Not once I get a taste.” Oh.

Lilith swallowed, the feeling in her chest subsiding as her eyes turned back to focus on him. Carefully, she stepped forward, planting her left boot between his legs, the steel toe inches from what he’d tried to hide. “Wrong.” She dropped down, keeping her left foot between his legs she planted her right knee over his leg, pinning him beneath her. “This is the end of my bid. I got twenty five. That plane’s dropping me back home in Gotham when this is over.”

“What?” His eyes narrowed and she could see the wheels turning in his head. Who’s file had he been reading? Or did thirty just look like twenty?

“All this time alone, just because Rick Flag can’t read.” She put her hands on his chest, smirking as he squirmed underneath her.

“You’re blind most of the time, what would you know. You could have said something.” He softened on the last sentence, watching patiently as she working down his chest, her fingers dancing over his t shirt towards his hips.

“I figured it was the tongue thing.” It slid out of her mouth with a mind of its own, flicking at him before slipping back behind her lips. She wavered above him, if she touched him it was over. But he was right there, burning below her hand. Lilith could hear his heartbeat, it began to ease. She looked up at him to find a smirk spreading across his lips.

“It’s never been about that, sweetheart. All I think about is that pretty tongue.” Oh yeah?

Lilith dropped lower, her chest against his. She dug her knees in the ground, securing her spot between his legs. With a steady hand she took him in her grasp, trying not gasp at the size of him. His eyes widen just before her own vision began to fail, the excitement overwhelming her senses. She eased towards his neck, using her tongue to feel him.

Before she could get to the curve of his jaw, his hands were on her. There was one in her hair, his fist wrapped around her ponytail, and the other on her chin, guiding her up to meet his lips. It was hard, almost angry, like he was pouring all of his lost time into her. Lilith held herself up against him, pressing her fist into the ground beside him as he bucked his hips into her hand, his mouth working against her still.

It wasn’t enough, his hands on her, his jaw against her own. She couldn’t taste him, and she could hardly see him. Lilith slipped her tongue from his mouth, the fork flitting across his lips and along his jaw as she moved out of his grasp and down to his lap. Before she could dip lower than his ribs, Rick grabbed her head, one hand again wrapped tightly in her hair, the other soft against her cheek.

“I want to—” Before he could finish his sentence, or move any closer to rolling her over, she dug her knee further into the ground, her grip around him tightening. He stilled, unable and unwilling to fight against the viselike grip she had on his length.

“Just let me see you,” She looked up at him, the slits of her eyes almost invisible. “Can’t I just have a taste?” Lilith sank lower, her mouth parted slightly as she got close to him. With a slow hand she brought his cock to her mouth, letting the fork of her tongue ghost over the tip. Rick shuddered, his hand losing its grip on her hair. Excitement by the uptick in his heart beat she made quick work, grazing the shaft a few more times before bringing him to her lips.

His body shuddered again, and suddenly he was holding her head with both hands, fistfuls of her hair locked between his fingers as she took him. Lilith was slow, deliberate, stroking the base of him slowly as she toyed with the head, moving her tongue around it with a delicate touch. He was remarkably sensitive, twitching in her mouth with each movement, bucking his hips upward as she sank further down his length.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart.” She could feel Rick’s chest move, he sat up to look at her but fell back to the ground almost immediately, bucking once more as she took him entirely, her nose pressed into his pelvic bone as she sucked his cock deeper into her throat. His hips moved again, and this time he held them, his hands steady in her hair as he held her where she was. Quickly the air began to leave her throat and she made a choking nose, struggling to adjust her jaw with him so deep inside her.

Lilith looked up, fighting her blurry vision to make out his face. Seeing her eyes he faltered, letting go slightly so she could move on her own again. He let her dip once, and then twice on her own, saliva dripping out of her mouth from when he’d held her down. And then he did it again, forcing her head steady. Unable to control the excitement burning in her chest, she smiled, grinning against him as she struggled to breath, now fully choking around him.

Rick pulled a hand free from her hair, using it to pull his cock from her mouth, his other hand guiding her mouth away. She grinned, the fork of her tongue slipping out to sweep the drool off of her chin as she caught her breath. “All I ever think about is that tongue of yours, and watching those pretty eyes roll back in your head.” He forced her down again, using his hand to press the tip of his cock to her lips. Lilith closed her eyes, letting her tongue flit between the tip of his cock and his wrist as she sank against his grasp on her hair.

“I waited,” She lapped at him, the fork splitting around his shaft in between words. “So long for you.” She opened her mouth, waiting for him to slip into her. It was quick, he wasted no time settling himself in the back of her throat again. His broad hands forcing her up and down quickly.

“Such a good girl, Lilith.” He was breathless, his hands barely able to hold her as she sucked him. He forced her still once more and she could almost see the grin on his face as she groaned around him, the vibration from her throat dancing up his length. “So good, sweetheart, fuck—”

Rick’s body shuddered, his hands fell from where the held her, thudding as they hit the ground. He jolted forward, bucking his hips. He mumbled something, probably a warning, but Lilith couldn’t hear him. She worked the muscles in her throat to the limit, forcing his orgasm closer. It came quickly, the first rope of his come followed by several more. She slowed her jaw, settling around him as the last of it dribbled down her throat. Carefully, she let go of him, using her tongue to lap up what remained on the head of his cock. And then, forgetting her audience for a moment, Lilith used her tongue to lick what had dripped on to her chin, moaning as she tasted him.

“What was that you wanted to do?” She blinked at him, a coy look on her face as her eyes turned dilated.

“That.” He pulled her upwards by the collar, his fingers hooked in the leather of her suit. Before she could argue, or wonder if he ever tired at all, he rolled them over, planting his knees between her legs. “But, I want to do it my way.” Yeah, two years would have been way too long. Thank god Rick Flag can’t read.

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[violetmuses]

Alone With You || Rick Flag (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Alone With You”

POINT OF VIEW: First Person

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Universe

CHARACTER: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag

PAIRING: OC Lorraine Tucker + Rick Flag

STORYLINE: Lori and Rick earn some much-needed time alone. WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc.

Tagged: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @fairchildflag

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2021

Lorraine Tucker-Flag

“Still can’t dance, no matter how handsome you looked in your service uniform at the reception.” I glanced over my shoulder and chuckled once Rick turned up music. Tonight, we finished eating dinner, but dusted off our drinks in the living room.

“Give me some credit. I never stepped on your feet, remember?” He moved closer to me now, dwindling the gap between us and holding my hands before we touched nose to nose.

“By the grace of your mother’s rhythm.” I laughed once more, kissing him for a moment and smiling against his lips from habit.

“Got jokes, Tucker?” He kissed me again despite this second form of banter, interlocking our fingers

“Yes I do, Flag.” I still rolled my eyes, humored.

“Wouldn’t have any other way.” He embraced me this time wrapping both arms around me right as the music changed, slowing down. It was our song, the First Dance tune as husband and wife.

We allowed ourselves to drift along, remembering our true chemistry on the dance floor. Even my eyes closed by now, grateful for him.

Used to spend my nights out in a barroom.

Liquor was the only love I'd known…

But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom.

And brought me back from being too far gone…

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.

You're as sweet as strawberry wine.

You're as warm as a glass of brandy.

And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time…

“I still can't believe that you picked the song.” My voice whispered, barely audible as soon as Rick looked down towards me.

“Surprise.” He lifted my chin, gently moving his finger along for a moment, but didn’t show off that rare grin while looking towards me again.

“I love you.” I said, truthfully devoted as our rings shined underneath the dim lighting of this room.

When Rick leaned towards me once more, our next kiss became the deepest gesture. He then opened space between us just to hold my face with both hands.

“I love you.” Repeating the words back, his Southern drawl nearly quivered. He still dared himself to moan into my mouth, once again shattering whatever facade the public had seen.

“What do you want?” I questioned him once we allowed ourselves to pull away from each other and breathe. Yet, he still caressed my face with both hands, staring towards me with those perfect hazel eyes.

“You. Forever.” He promised, holding my cheek with calloused fingers.

“Already done.” I licked my lips, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His back pressed against the closet rear wall after Rick backpedaled, caging himself in and knowing exactly what I wanted to do.

“We haven’t even gone to the bedroom yet.” His words caught, trembling once more. Scars lined his bare chest for various reasons, but I didn’t care, kissing along his neck.

“Who says we need to go in there?” I pulled away again, arching my brow while facing him.

“Is that a challenge?” Rick pushed himself away from this back wall and stepped towards, quickly asserting right back. No more shyness.

“It’s our house. We can do whatever we want.” I bit my lip and tilted these curls, not backing down.

“All right.” His drawl returned, lowering in tone and nearly slapping my conscience. “How do you want this to go?”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” I stepped forward, already palming his sweatpants. “Maybe I could play with you first, especially since you treat me so well.”

“Take it out.” His teeth gritted, trying to keep control.

Kneeling, I didn’t even look at him before pulling down his bottoms, which left his lower half exposed. More scars and birth lined his skin and precum leaked from his erection, almost breaking my composure.

As soon as I dare to take him, his hazel eyes shut. Even labored moans had shuddered above me, but I kept my eyes open and watched him unravel just because of my mouth.

“God, you’re so pretty.” Sweat trickled down his face as he reached out to hold down my curls and that blonde hair seemed to plaster onto his forehead. In turn, I’d bobbed up and down, soon moving fast enough for him to slowly break again.

“M…” Muffled on him, I knew he was close, warming quicker in my mouth.

“I’m gonna come.” The warning didn’t last long and he shot right down my throat, leaving me to swallow like a good girl. His girl. His wife.

“That was hot.” After catching my breath, I admitted this truth and winked while looking up towards him.

Just when I aimed to stand up, he surprisingly knelt down to my level and reached out to hold my cheek once more. Those hazel eyes were staring back into my soul again.

“Can I return the favor?” His voice asked, rasping this time.

“How?” I furrowed my brow.

“Tasting you.” Rick licked his time as I had, still teasing.

“Yes, please.” I affirmed, giving consent of course.

“So polite, Baby Girl.” He dared to laugh again, showing that damn smile that I adored so much.

He moved closer, locking my legs around before gently pulling down my shorts. Seconds later, this small gasp barely escaped his lips.

“What?” I challenged him, remembering exactly what he “noticed.”

“No panties?” He then ran his capable palms along my legs, moving in closer just before his tongue lapped onto this bundle of nerves, immediately setting my heart ablaze.

“Rick!” I cried when his name trembled out of me, soon heaving as he continued suckling, merciless.

I could barely think before realizing that my peak was near. Only a few minutes of delicious chaos had passed during this moment.

“Are you close, Darlin’? Tell me.” It wasn’t a question. Richard commanded me this time.

“I’m close, Baby. Promise.” I clipped my words again, hardly able to watch him with clear vision.

As if on cue, I spiraled, sending warmth between his lips which he gladly savored, and tasted me with intention.

“Can’t take this anymore.” Moments later, he shrugged off this buttoned shirt and lined up with my entrance, already desperate to fuck me.

“You ready?” I asked, watching him lean over me and interlock our fingers once more.

“Yes.” He affirmed. “You okay, Baby?”

“Yes.” I consented right back, taking in another perfect kiss from my best friend.

“One, two, three.” He counted in sweet whispers, still hoping not to scare me despite how many times we’d made love beforehand.

All these years later and he still treated me just like this.

His thrusts were slow at first, passionate but caring all at once. I nearly teared up, feeling just how much he cared.

“You feel so good.” I assured him. When I glanced upward, he even kissed our interlocked hands. Our wedding rings still shined underneath lights found overhead in the living room.

My core throbbed for him. My voice cried for him. Only him.

Only us. For the rest of our lives.

“My God.” On the other hand, Rick finally snapped, allowing himself to lose himself in this moment, thrusting faster and faster until we both trembled, louder than expected.

“Come with me. Please.” I almost couldn’t speak these words; just lost with him. Our voices echoed through the walls of this house. Our house.

“Look at me.” Rick held my cheek once more and so much love rested in those hazel eyes again.

I listened and stared, watching him as needed. His sweat drenched us both as he loomed over me, finishing.

This bond showing the moment only lasted a few seconds. Even then, he unraveled once more, sending his own release into my core. Our jagged breaths lurked through, cooling down soon after.

“That was great. Thank you.” I smiled once Rick pulled out. Yet, he reached out for this large blanket that had fallen down, covering us both.

“You’re welcome.” His rare but sweet grin returned and we kissed, falling asleep together on the carpeted living room floor.

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[birdlungg]

Codename: Voodoo - Chapter 1

"Flag, the target is arriving at the front entrance now. Economos says he's got 3 guards with him."

Rick took a breath and forced himself to relax against the bar he was pressed against. Waller had sent him on a recon mission at a gala that some rich asshole was running. The guy had been supplying weapons to terrorists and had been out of the public eye for some time. Considering this was his first public appearance since making it big, Waller had sent him to 'take care of the problem'.

"Leave it to the douche to be fashionably late to his own party," Rick grumbled into his ear piece.

"Ok, he's walking in now. God, this asshole is even wearing a white suit!" Rick could practically hear Harcourt grimace as she said it. Rick snorted lightly to himself and nonchalantly glanced over his shoulder. The man was indeed wearing a stark white suit that stood out quite a bit in the sea of black suits and dresses.

"I'll keep an eye on him, I see 2 guards posted at every exit, and some walking the floor. I'll see if I can-"

"Hi, can I get a whiskey on the rocks, please?"

Rick is cut off by a sudden voice beside him. He turns to see who caused the interruption and can feel his jaw go slack.

The woman was gorgeous. Dark skinned with long, sleek black hair pulled over one shoulder. Her beauty is just enhanced by the beautiful red dress she's wearing. As she turns toward Rick he can see that her beautiful brown eyes are lined with an accentuating cat eye liner. Her pouty lips are a ruby red, matching her dress perfectly. She smiles at him and flutters her eyelashes.

"Sorry for getting into your personal space. This was the only spot I could wiggle into." Her soft voice is low and sultry, and she extends a hand to him. "I'm Tanya."

Rick snaps his mouth shut and clears his throat, his own suit collar feeling unnecessarily tight suddenly.

"I'm uh, I'm Rick. Nice to meet you." He shakes her smaller hand and notes how soft her skin feels.

"Uh Rick, I thought you were going to use a code name? Or are you just a little lovestruck right now?" He can hear Harcourt and the rest of ARGUS laughing at him, but can't find it in him to care.

"It's nice to meet you, Rick". Tanya smiles a blinding grin, and grabs her drink from where it was placed before her on the bar. "I've actually gotta dash, I hope I run into you again." She winks at him before slamming back the alcohol in her hand. She places it back on the bar and saunters into the crowd. Rick watches her go, trying to be respectful even when her (admittedly rather nice) ass was facing his way.

He hears someone whistle into his comm and snaps back to reality. He clears his throat once more and brings his hand up to fiddle with his tie. "Ok, where is the target now?"

Harcourt laughs once more. "He's on the west side of the ballroom. Uh oh, looks like he's chatting up your girl."

Without even realizing, Rick's head snaps in that direction. Sure enough, there's Tanya talking to the target. The man is awfully touchy feely with her, his hand settling on her waist as she sends him the same bright smile that Rick saw just moments before.

"Ooh, tough luck buddy." This time it's Economos' voice in his ear, and he grinds his teeth a bit.

Rick watches as the slimy businessman leads Tanya toward a set of stairs close to where they were standing. His hand finds its way to the small of her back as she gracefully ascends the stairs. Rick sees as his bodyguards try to follow, but the target waves them off with a wink.

As soon as they get out of sight, Harcourt sounds once again. "Ok this is good. Wait a couple of minutes and follow. Without his guards he'll be even easier to take out."

Rick lets a few moments pass, before heading to the stair himself. He glances around cautiously, but thankfully not even the target's guards are paying him any attention. Reaching the top of the stair, he keeps moving through a long ornate hallway of doors.

"They're in the 3rd door on your left," Economos tells him as he moves.

Rick reaches the door and looks around, making sure no one else is in sight before carefully and slowly turning the handle. He steps in quickly and shuts the door behind himself, grabbing the handgun from the waistband of his pants. Facing the middle of the room with his gun raised, he can see that the bed is blocked by a walled partition. He hears noises coming from that direction, and just as he's about to take a step, the target stumbles out.

He's clutching his neck with both hands as blood splurts between his fingers. Rick's adrenaline starts pumping as the man reaches out for him. He gargles a few unintelligible words before collapsing to his knees and then onto the ground. Rick bends and places two fingers on his neck. No pulse. He can see now that his hands had gone slack that his throat had been slit.

"Rick, what's going on?" He can hear Harcourt's panicked voice in his ear, but he gets distracted by Tanya walking into view.

Her red dress is even darker now as her entire front half is covered in blood. She walks towards him calmly, twirling a dagger in her hands. She stops a few feet away from him. He raises his gun and aims at her torso, trying to figure out what just happened.

"Who the hell are you?" Rick barks at her? Tanya shakes her head slightly and grins at him again.

"Sorry handsome, I don't kiss and tell." She looks down at the body between them and wrinkles her nose in disgust. Glancing back at Rick through her eyelashes, she breathes out a sigh.

"Sorry about this next part." Without even a pause, Tanya brings the blade up her throat, slicing it open in one clean motion. Her body buckles, and Rick drops his gun and catches her before she falls to the ground. He brings his hand up to her neck to stop the flow of blood, but realizes she's already gone as there's no light in her eyes anymore.

Rick shakily lowers her to the floor, and backs up a few paces.

"Target is down, one civilian casualty. Requesting immediate evac." Rick grabs his gun from the floor before realizing that his hands and dress shirt are covered in blood.

"There's a stairwell at the end of the hallway that will take you down to the ground floor. Two doors down on the left is the emergency exit that takes you to the parking garage. By the time you get there we should have a vehicle to pick you up." Harcourt tells him.

With one more steadying breath and a look at Tanya's body, he opens the door and leaves.

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[mags-writes]

Unconfirmed - part 1 || Rick Flag x OC

Summary: After Maeve O'Malley goes to prison for assassination and narrowly avoids getting the Blackcat moniker slapped on her record, she's pulled from her cell and brought into the chaos awaiting in Midway City. Only thing is, she was explicitly requested by Rick Flag, her former squad leader and Colonel back when they were in the special forces together. And they didn't end on the best of terms. Despite that, they easily slip back into their former banter but how long can it last when he won't tell her all the details of what exactly she's going up against?

Warnings: Canon-level violence, Aussie-level swearing, Harley/Joker-level abuse, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Rick Flag x Maeve O'Malley (OC)

Length: 1.5k words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

“Last but not least,” were the first words she heard since getting in the black SUV back at the prison. She was lead out with a firm hand on her bicep, her wrists still snuggly cuffed to each other despite that aforementioned firm hand. “We have Blackcat.” 

“Hey! That was never proven!” She called out, her head snapping to the voice with her teeth bared. However, after yelling the words she came face to face with none other than Rick Flag raising that fucking eyebrow at her like he always used to. “... Sir.” 

“Maeve O’Malley.” He continued, keeping his eyes on her. “She’ll be my eyes an’ ears.” 

“What the hell, Rick?” She called out after being shoved to the side so her cuffs could be unlocked. “What’ve you pulled me into?” 

“Nothin’ you can’t handle.” Was his reply. 

“What makes you say that?” She countered, rubbing her free but sore wrists as she walked over. “It’s been a long while.” 

“You acting like I don’t know how you shoot.” He mumbled once she was close enough. Somehow always managing to look down at her even though he only had a single inch on her. They checked. 

She knew what he meant. He had been in the back rows of the crowd during the court case. The court case against her brother, Cai O'Connell, for a crime he didn’t commit and was thrown on him as a way to punish her. She had no choice but to come clean. She admitted to being the one to assassinate the rich guy but she lied about the why. Said some bullshit about how she was threatened to use her military training to take him out or they would kill her brother. Cai, who was one of the FBI’s best and brightest. Yeah, the upstanding moral compass skipped her in the gene pool. 

She took the fall so her little brother could keep doing what he does best and Maeve went to prison. 25 to life without possibility of parole. Through the mess of the case Maeve and Cai managed to keep all the attention on them and not let it slip into the light that they had a little sister. Little Nessa would've blown a fuse at the first sign of probing questions and flash photography so it was a miracle that they kept her in the dark. 

While the public and legal system didn’t know they have a little sister, Rick certainly does. One drunken night behind enemy lines on 3 hours of sleep over 5 days led to a heart-to-heart that was burned into both of their brains. He kept tabs on her for Maeve since she went to prison, visiting her when he had the chance and making sure Nessa actually got out of the house. 

Rick knew what it looked like when Maeve killed people. He knew her amo. Knew what she left behind and what she took away with her. He knew her. But it goes both ways.

"Seriously." Maeve brought herself out of her thoughts. "What am I walking into?" 

"The others are briefed on a terrorist attack. Hostiles shootin’ up the place. That kind of thing." His answer was between the lines and Maeve didn't like it for a second. 

"Well they look like they take shots of boot oil for fun, so no surprise they're jumping on this." Her snide comment makes Rick crack a smile, something Maeve returns with a tilt of her head. "So is this a Batman, Robin, and Lazuli kind of situation, or is it the Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash kind?" 

"Lazuli hasn't been sighted in over a decade." He drawled, deviating from her question. He focussed on the child vigilante so he wouldn't have to admit to her how fucked the situation was. How out of everyone's control it truly was. How Superman could really come in handy right now if he wasn’t dead. 

"Rick." Maeve said sternly like she was the one in charge instead of the convicted criminal with a bomb sitting snugly in her neck. 

"The second, okay?" He suddenly took a step back and started gesturing to a crate with her name on it. "Can you get your shit sorted already? I'm not waiting on you, Sargent." 

"Sir, yes Sir." She mock saluted before turning to her crate. "You're still so grumpy, jeez. You wife'd up yet?" 

"Quit the yapping would you?" 

Maeve turned back to him with a shit eating grin, "that's not a 'no', Colonel." 

He waved her off and she scoffed out a laugh, finally giving her full attention to the crate and going down into a squat to open it. When she popped off the lid she was greeted with every single piece of her old gear back when she was in the special forces with Rick. She couldn't even begin to guess how he got all of it. How long it took to make those calls. Even who to call. But he'd done it and practically gift wrapped it for her. 

How long had he been thinking about this? How long had he been involved in this? 

Meave was grateful but she was also concerned. She looked up, her loose hair blowing in the wind and frowned at Rick. He was busy talking to Edwards, getting their own gear ready to go but it was like he knew she was watching him. Rick turned and met her gaze. 

He knew what she was thinking. He knew she was going to worry.

He broke away briefly, almost awkwardly before looking back and making a motion with his hand that told her to hurry up. 

She took a moment before good-naturedly, Maeve shrugged and dropped her pants. 

In time she had her hair tied back in a tight ponytail with her personalised heat vision goggles perched in her hair. They were an older version of the ones she had stashed away in a safe house in the richer side of Gotham but she knew they got the job done regardless. 

Putting on all her old gear in the blinding and hot sun brought her back to when she had last seen Rick properly. Sure she had seen him hanging around in court and he’d said some flashy words about how much of a hero she was, but they weren’t able to talk to each other. Too scared after what they had said to each other in the desert. 

Maeve was done being a tool for the government, done doing their dirty work in the dark, and left to lick her wounds by herself with a piss-poor amount of cash. Both her brother and sister were in debt from going to college and she couldn’t pay them both off with what she was getting. She was traumatised, she was covered in filth, she probably had skin cancer at this point, and she knew too much. Rick was adamant that it would all pay off in the end, that it would all be worth it. He gave her nearly half his own pay to help with her brother and sister (no matter how much they argued about it) and he had full intentions to keep doing it, because what else was he going to spend it on? Who else did he care so much about? He didn’t love anyone else but her. He helped her through her nightmares and rocked her back to sleep. He let her eat his cold beans when she got soggy bacon in her MRE. He thought he couldn’t do it without her. 

She had started yelling, pacing back and forth like a panther in a cage and he stood still with his hands on his hips. She knew he could talk her down, make her calm like he always did after a car bomb goes off, but he knew she could rile him up, make him angry enough to take on seven armed hostiles at once while she took on double at his back. He had her back and she had his everything. Who else could they trust in this fucked up world but each other? 

She stopped yelling, instead getting in his face and he crossed his arms over his chest to put some distance between them before he started shaking her shoulders. They argued. For hours. Back and forth, kicking the sand underneath them, screaming into the night air in frustration at one another.

They ended up crying. And instead of comforting each other, they sat on opposite sides of the campfire, stewing in silence as the cold desert wind harshly raged on around them. 

Maeve was gone the next morning. No note, no goodbye, just all of her gear save for a single knife that used to belong to him that she stole in a drinking game when they first met. He found out a year later, when he got back from deployment, that she was head of security for a museum in Gotham and that there just so happened to be a new mercenary in town around the same time that killed the same way she did.

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[captastra]

I Don't Need Your Love

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), DC Extended Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rick Flag/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Rick Flag, Amanda Waller Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Break Up, Emotional Hurt, no comfort Series: Part 4 of Writer's Month 2023 Summary:

Renée and Rick are faced with the reality of their world when Rick is called to lead another suicide mission by Amanda Waller.

Chapter 2:

Back in New York after a near suicide mission, Rick wallows in his losses when he sees Renée out on a date. He realizes he must accept letting her move on, even if he doesn't want to. On that date Renée finds she hasn't let Rick go, but knows she must.

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Day 19 is up for @writersmonth!!! A sad ending to this story :(

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[woodlandmouth]

Petition for Funko Pop to give the Rick Flag Funko a little cowboy hat.

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[skvatnavle]

Tagged by: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for the tag! ❤

And shout out to @all-the-things-i-done for mentioning me under favorite fanfics. You are an absolute gem 💜

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Favorite color: Green, like the leaves on a beech tree in spring.

Currently Reading: Daylight War by Peter V. Brett (book 3 in The Demon Cycle series. Seriously, go read it!)

Last song: Summer Crazy by Alexander Ludwig

Last series: iZombie. Fuck, I love Ravi 😍

Last movie: El Laberinto Del Fauno. Had a Spanish movie marathon today. Also saw El Orfanato and Ojos de Julia.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Savory.

Coffee or tea: Tea, no question. Learned to appreciate a good cup of tea when I worked in Brighton.

Three ships: My own OC Emma x Rick Flag, Din x Cobb (love my space husbands) and Martha Song x Zach Wellison from @yespolkadotkitty

First ever ship: Myself and Shane Filan from Westlife. Made quite the embarrassing story when I was 12 😆

Currently working on: TOO MANY WIPS! But mostly my Immortal Triple Frontier AU, Turn the Page - Rick Flag AU and still obsessing over a crack fic fuck fest idea that @wardenparker gave me 🙈🤤

Favorite piece of clothing: My Jurassic Park hoodie and Cheshire Cat pj pants... with mismatched socks of course.

Comfort food: Popcorn. I always have and always will love popcorn. And Pizza with LOTS of cheese.

Favorite time of year: Winter. I absolutely love snow and the cold weather, thriving when it's below 44 F. Winter is usually 23-35 F here ❄

Favorite fanfiction: You wanna make me choose? That's not fair. But to name a few, I love Killer Writing by @wardenparker, the Enough universe by @loverhymeswith, Promises by @a-reader-and-a-writer, You Found Me by @yespolkadotkitty (now turned book - Say you'll stay. Yes, it's a shameless plug. Go buy it!) and I'll forever love Killer Waltz by @pascalslittlebrat

There are so many more amazing fics and writers out there! So hard to choose.

Most of the people I would tag have already done this, so I'm tagging anyone who wants to play

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

If I Go, I'm Goin' Crazy - Part 2 (Rick Flag x OC)

Summary: When Waller and the US government will do anything to cover up their mistakes, Delphia Holman takes matters into her own hands. That information will get out - and the love of her life will live to tell about it.

Pairing: Rick Flag x OC (Delphia Holman)

Word Count: 7776

Warnings: spoilers for The Suicide Squad, major fluff, panic attack/stress symptoms, blood/injury mention, Rick Flag being a softy once again, language

Timeline: July 2021 (5 years after the first part posted)

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Five more years, over 100 successful missions, and Task Force X was still going strong. Five more years, one night blissfully spent together turned into multiple in a row, one move in, and Delphia Holman and Rick Flag were still together. Of course, everyone in control had taken a bet on whether or not it would happen eventually, and Economos raked in the cash when Holman casually dropped that she couldn’t work late due to dinner plans with Flag.

And while everyone else poked fun and made Delphia seriously blush — Amanda Waller took note of this relationship development quietly. Stored the information in the back of her mind to use later. It didn’t need to be brought up unless truly necessary. Unless one of them truly stepped out of line. Leverage.

Waller had to guess that Flag knew about Delphia’s abilities. Just by the way they seemed attached at the hip these days. But also by the way he would graze far too close to death and somehow make it out alive. Like he knew something beforehand. She would let it slide for now. Keeping Flag alive was turning missions set to fail into major success. Besides, in spite of Amanda Waller’s uncompromising and cold exterior, she had a soft spot for her assistant. A small one, but at least a soft spot. One that she feared more than any gun pointed to her head.

It was early morning. So early the sun hadn’t even peeked its shining head over the horizon yet, the world still enclosed in darkness and sleep. But Delphia was blearily awake. Eyes only half open.

Her sleep had been unrestful, plagued with half visions of the future. The future of the mission Rick was about to depart for in only a few hours. It was a violent one. Full of death and destruction and things that no one had ever seen before. These visions made it impossible to rest, so instead she rested her chin on Rick’s belly and watched him slumber instead.

In the darkness, fast asleep, he looked so peaceful. Younger even. One arm thrown up onto his pillow and the other gently laid across her back. Her eyes trailed across the tattoos on his upper arms, up to the sharp line of his jaw, down across his collarbone. His hair was messy and he breathed deeply and she felt so entirely in love with him it was insane. Her mind wasn’t thinking about anything, and before Rick, this meant that she would accidentally slip into visions of the future. Seeing things she didn’t want to. Making it impossible for her to relax and just have a quiet moment to herself, always having to have her mind occupied just in case. But with him — with him she could think of nothing at all and stay right there in the present. Enjoying the moment for the first time in her life.

“You watchin’ me sleep?” Rick spoke groggily as his hand came up to smooth over her hair.

She focused back on his face and smiled softly. Hazel eyes barely focused, he was blinking down at her, a lopsided grin stretching his lips. His hand felt so warm as it settled on the back of her neck, massaging softly. Delphia curled up into him even more on instinct. Wanting to be as close to him as she could get.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He tried to blink away the sleepiness from his eyes, free hand coming down to run over his face.

“Yeah.” Delphia pulled a hand out from under her chin and began tracing her fingers over his chest. “Couldn’t shut my Sight off.”

“Hm — I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, giving her red hair a soft tug, “Come here.”

She grinned as she pulled herself up and rested her cheek against his chest, legs straddling his thick waist. Rick wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His lips grazed her scalp and she let out a soft sound, almost like a purr, that made Rick chuckle. Deep and reverberating right into Delphia’s chest and it somehow made her feel so warm and at home and good.

“Listen to my heart,” Rick whispered against her hair, placing one hand on her head and holding her to his chest, “Listen to the beat of it.”

Delphia practically melted into him, joined with him as one, as she focused on the steady beat of his heart. It rattled around inside her skull until there was nothing else to think about. Until her mind was so preoccupied with the sound that she couldn’t possibly get lost in visions of the future. She hummed again as the feeling washed over her. Of being completely present, completely held, and completely loved.

There it was. Sleep was finally beginning to wash over her. It was peaceful and beautiful and in the arms of the one she loved it was nearly like drowning in sunlight.

But before she could fall into it completely, a phone somewhere across the room began to ring.

Rick groaned at the sudden, loud noise. Holding onto Delphia a bit tighter so she wouldn’t try to get up and answer it. Though tried as she might to wiggle herself away from him. Most definitely fully awake now.

“Rick,” she grumbled against his chest as she tried to get up, “It’s my work phone! I gotta answer it!”

He sighed in defeat and released her.

Delphia practically leapt from the bed and across the room to the phone still ringing loudly atop their chest of drawers. She caught it just in time, pressing the button to answer and putting it to her ear.

“This is Holman,” she answered as professionally as she could with early morning grog still in her voice and breath heavy.

“I need you at Belle Reve in thirty.” Waller sounded wide awake at this hour.

“Any particular reason?” Delphia asked as she flicked on the lights to their closet and began searching for clothes.

“Change of plans — we’re adding Peacemaker to the team.” This made Delphia pause as she reached for a blouse. “I need you to run the mission again.”

“But — “ She glanced back to the bed, Rick was sitting up — paying attention to the conversation with a furrowed brow. “But they leave in a few hours.”

“Don’t care,” Waller deadpanned, “Just get your ass over here.”

And with that, she hung up. Delphia stared down at her phone for a moment, unsure what Waller’s plan was in adding Peacemaker to the team. But her expression dropped when she did, in fact, figure it out. Peacemaker followed orders to a fault. His moral compass was wavering. An action by the government could cross a line but if he wasn’t told to stop it or say anything about it, he wouldn’t. He would do anything you told him to as long as you told him it was for the betterment of the world and would bring peace and freedom for all. And he would kill anyone in order to see it done.

Unlike Rick Flag.

Who for so long had served his country dutifully, who’s moral compass only reached a certain point. Only in the face of the truly diabolical. For so long, he had gone around the world cleaning up the messes of men far more powerful than himself. And Waller could tell that he was getting tired of it. Tired of this life. Tired of fighting. Tired of following orders that made him feel hollow inside. So she was finding his replacement.

But surely she wouldn’t kick him off the team? He was a leader. Someone many members of Task Force X trusted and actually obeyed the orders of. No. She wouldn’t do that. But then Delphia thought back to the countless times Waller had made her look into the future of the mission. Operation Jotunheim. In the end, Rick would go with his conscience and steal a tape full of information about the American government’s involvement with Project Starfish. The mission would end in success by all accounts, but the US would be exposed for horrific crimes.

Which was not Waller’s endgame. She wanted all traces of Project Starfish wiped from the face of the Earth. Just thinking about it made Delphia’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

Peacemaker was Waller’s backup plan to make sure that tape was destroyed.

Oh, God.

“Dee, what’s going on?” Rick called from the bed.

“Er — uh — “ She quickly put the phone down on a shelf in the closet and pulled out a shirt. “Last minute adjustment to the team, I guess. Waller wants me to come in and take a look.”

“Anything I should worry about?” he asked as he watched her rush through the buttons on her blouse to get it on.

“P-Possibly.” She shoved on a pair of dress pants and some flats. “I’ll find you before you leave.”

Delphia threw on a blazer then hurried over to the bathroom to finish getting ready. While she brushed her teeth, Rick came in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He gave her neck a kiss and breathed deep the scent of her. He smiled against her pulse as her free hand wrapped around his forearm.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She struggled to reply around her toothpaste, “I love you, too.”

Delphia pulled herself from her vision of the future, eyes refocusing on Waller’s office, with a gasp and tears streaming down her face.

No, no, no, no.

“Is the mission successful?” Waller asked calmly, eyes dully taking in her assistant.

“Y-Yes,” Delphia stuttered through her tears, “B-But — “

“No buts,” Waller said, “Is any trace of Project Starfish destroyed?”

Delphia barely choked out a whisper, “Yes.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

It took everything in Delphia’s power to not sprint from the room. She got up from her chair calmly, trying to get control over her breathing and her tears. But as soon as she was out in the hallway she was jogging in the direction of the prisoner prep rooms. Rick would be waiting there to escort the newest Task Force X member and she needed to get to him.

She couldn’t stop seeing it. Couldn’t stop the milky whiteness overtaking her vision as she ran through the hallways and bumped into people as she went. She tried to blink the white away, tried to stay in the moment, but her brain was going faster than her rational thoughts could process. It was making it hard to breathe, hard to swallow, hard to hear. All she could see was blood and bathroom tiles and dead hazel eyes staring up at her.

And there he was. Standing in the hallway at the end of prisoner prep, leaning back against the wall, waiting for the mission to start. He smiled when he spotted her, picking himself up from the wall. But then he saw her face. Buckled in fright and worry, tear stains on her red cheeks, and blue eyes constantly flickering between normal and white.

“Rick,” she muttered, fresh tears bubbling out of her as she leaned her hand against the wall.

As a man of action, he quickly pulled her into the supply closet across the hall and locked it from the inside. But once inside the dark space, Delphia burst. Seeing him only made it worse. The milky whiteness overtook her and she was right back in Jotunheim. Unable to do anything but watch as Peacemaker jammed that bathroom tile into Rick’s heart. She gasped for breath. Her lungs wouldn’t fill with enough air. She felt like a fish out of water as she reached out and grabbed Rick’s tactical vest to keep herself upright. Oh, God, there he was. Lying on his back, dead eyes staring up at the ceiling, tile sticking out of his chest. Peacemaker had left but she couldn’t stop looking at him.

This was his future.

“Dee! Delphia!” In the back of her mind, she could hear Rick calling her name as quietly as he could.

She felt hands grab her shoulders. Something hard against her cheek. Then a hand on the back of her neck, massaging gently.

“Dee — listen to my heart,” Rick spoke softly against the shell of her ear, “Listen to the beat of it.”

In the future, she tore her eyes away from his body on the floor. She could hear it. Softly, in the distance. Like a familiar beat of drums that called her home. White overtook her vision again and she was in a dark closet, vision blurred on the edges with tears. Her breathing was slowing, still rapid. But the only thing she could hear was Rick’s heart, still alive and beating in her ear. It moved around her skull until there was nothing left except his arms holding her tight and the fact that right here, right now, he was still alive.

And that there was something she could do about it.

“Rick,” she whimpered.

“You saw it again — didn’t you?” he guessed quietly, thumb moving gently against her waist.

Delphia nodded.

She had seen his death countless times — in dozens of different ways. Gunshot wounds. Falls. Beatings. Crushes. Stabbings. But no matter how many times she saw it she was never prepared the next time it came around. It never ceased to bring a panic from deep inside her, like a well overflowing until she could feel nothing else. To see the one that you love die in so many different ways, so many different times — it was torture. Unbareable and painful and otherwordly. How had her ancestors dealt with this? How had they lived entire lives seeing the deaths of everyone that they ever cared about and not said a word of complaint to the aliens above who did this to them? Delphia cursed them nearly every single day.

This time, however, this vision felt different. It felt final and inexorable. That no matter what she did this was going to occur. There was no stopping it. It was meant to be.

No. Nothing was meant to be. The future is not set in stone.

“Can you show me?” he asked gently into the top of her head.

It took everything inside her to pull herself away from him — to stop listening to the reassuring beat of his heart. She looked into his face, pinched in concern and cast in dark shadow that made his eyes look sunken in. Squeezing her eyes shut a few more tears fell that were quickly wiped away by hands much larger than her own. Then she reached up, pressing her thumbs into his temples and wrapping her hands around his head. He was sweating just a bit. Rick always hated this part, but it needed to be done in order to save his life.

Rick Flag was the only person in her entire life she was able to take with her into her visions of the future. They had been messing around one night — her looking into the future while Rick tried to guess what she was looking at. A game they played often. But one night Rick suggested, as a joke, that she needed to connect to his mind in order for him to guess right. Delphia obliged and grabbed ahold of his head, concentrating as hard as she could on Rick, to play along, as she looked into a random future. But when she unfocused, came out of the milkey whiteness, Rick was standing right there with her. Confused as hell and screaming. They had stayed up the entire night after that — going around the world together ten years from now.

Delphia took a calming breath and thought about the coming mission again. Corto Maltese. Jotunheim. Starro. She felt her eyes and mind unfocus — heard Rick take in a sharp breath. The dark supply closet became blurred and was suddenly gone. Replaced by a milky white that faded to reveal a different scene entirely.

She tried to show him what was only truly important for his survival. Rick felt that it was unfair when she showed him too much of the missions that he went on, saying that it gave him an advantage over his teammates. So she dropped them into a vision of just the very end of the assignment. Right when he’s pulling the tape out of Thinker’s computer.

Out of the corner of her eye, Delphia saw Rick looking around the room in disgust. So this was Project Starfish. The first time Delphia saw it, she had thrown up. But right now she couldn’t even care to look at it. All she could focus on was Rick, future Rick, all bloodied and bruised and pissed off that the government had used him once again. She grabbed hold of present Rick’s hand and forced him to pay attention when Peacemaker came with his gun pointed at his head.

Then as the building fell on top of them. Then as the two of them tried to kill one another over the tape. And finally, Delphia and Rick watched, as Peacemaker jammed a piece of bathroom tile right into Rick’s heart. Delphia felt him flinch as he watched, eyes observant, and he gripped her hand just a little bit tighter. That was enough.

She pulled them both back to the present and into that closet.

Rick took a shuddering breath and squeezed her waist. “Well, that was…Reassuring.”

“Please, just — “ Her hands slipped down his face to feel the rough stubble of his cheeks. “Please come back to me.”

“You know I always do, baby,” he whispered.

Nudging his nose with her’s, he drew her into a kiss. Soft, gentle, reassuring, saying so much more than either of them ever could. Delphia desperately clung to his shoulders and neck. His grip on her waist was a vice. Their lips crushed against one another. Fingers dug into flesh — sure to leave bruises. But it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter. Because to be held like this, hard and truthful and loving, it was like escaping death. Over, and over, and over again.

“You told Flag about his death?” Waller questioned.

Delphia sat across from her in her office, stone faced and hands clasped lightly in her lap. “No.”

“You’re a shit liar, Holman.” Waller stared across the desk at her with a dead expression. “I know you’ve been doing it for years now. It’s been to my favor thus far so there’s been no need to confront you. But this mission is far too important.”

“But he’s important to me.”

“I don’t care.” Waller got up from her desk and moved to the door. “You’ve compromised the mission so you’re off the case. Congratulations — you’re on desk duty.”

“Wait, what?” Delphia asked, getting up from her chair and looking back at Waller with a wounded expression.

She needed to be in the control room. Waller always wanted her in the control room. Especially for when things got dicey. She would give Delphia a signal and she would look into the future by only a few minutes, letting her know the outcome before it even happened. But Delphia also wanted to know what was going on as it was happening. Wanted to know if her visions came true or not. To know if Rick was okay or not.

“I want you at your desk for the next few days. If I see you anywhere near the control room, Holman, I swear to God — I will not hesitate to put a power dampening collar on you.”

Waller slammed the door shut behind her. And through tears, Delphia put a hand to her neck. She had one of those on before. Back when she had very little control of her powers and would get stuck in the future. It was the only way to get her back. But the collar was heavy, demoralizing, and made her feel wholly unlike herself. And she knew that if she didn’t do what Waller said pretty soon she would start making poorly veiled threats towards her elderly adoptive parents — or worse, Rick.

So Delphia retreated to her desk like a kicked dog. Tail between her legs and tears building in her eyes. And as she sat down, she could already feel her heartrate picking up. The slight shake of her hands. Her stomach twisting and turning on itself. Taking a calming breath, she thought it best to dive into her work. Catch up on reports and adjust Waller’s busy schedule. There was nothing she could do now. It was all out of her hands. And even if she couldn’t watch the monitors like a hawk or listen in on comms, she knew that Rick was going to be okay.

At least for now.

But about two hours later she was out of work to do and that anxious feeling was rising in her stomach again. Filling her mouth with bile and making it difficult not to turn her Sight off. And Delphia supposed that one little check in wouldn’t hurt.

She thought about who Rick Flag was. After all these years in the military he still wasn’t a morning person. Giving of himself, of his time, his money, his kindness. Very good at putting together IKEA furniture. Always had to have a hand on her — especially in public. Light, goodness, stubborn, kept the apartment clean, liked to be the little spoon sometimes.

Her eyes unfocused and she was in a jungle. A jungle of Corto Maltese only a few minutes from now. It was dark, the night sounds of the tropical forest buzzed loudly in her ears. She was at the edge of the freedom fighter’s camp, which was alight with lanterns and campfires. There was soft Latin music coming from a crackling radio and a small group of people were laughing. It was safe here. And it didn’t take her long to find Rick. Her Sight had dumped her right next to the tent Soria would put him in to patch him up and let him rest.

She moved inside the tent and there he was — or would be in a few minutes — laying down on a cot asleep. He would be cleaned up, his wounds tended to, and then the freedom fighters would leave him alone to sleep until they could figure out what to do with an American soldier. Delphia breathed deep as she took in the sight of him. White bandages covered his shoulder and side. But other than that he looked okay. She moved further inside the tent and knelt down at his side. More than anything, she wanted to be there with him. To heal his wounds and hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But Rick would’ve rather died then allow her to come on a mission. So this would have to do.

With every near death experience, Delphia always was able to give some tip about what he could do to avoid it. Don’t stand right there. That guy has a knife. Get behind this cover. But this time was different. There was no advice or warning she could give that would just make his death not happen. He had already seen the atrocities that the American government had done and were making him cover up. The limit of his moral compass had been reached. And she could tell he was tired — so very tired of fighting for something he wasn’t entirely sure he believed in anymore. He was still going to try and take that tape. She just knew he was. That was who Rick Flag was. Which was why it seemed so inevitable. Which was why it felt like her heart was trying to jump out of her throat — either that or she was about to scream at the top of her lungs.

Never had she felt so helpless in the face of a future she had seen. Never before had she felt like this was the last time she would ever be with him.

“Dee,” Rick whispered and she jumped at the sound, looking down at him with raised brows, “I’m gonna be okay — I love you, baby.”

His eyes were open. It looked like he was looking right at her. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she would be watching. Tears fell down her cheeks as she reached out and touched his face. She couldn’t feel him, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to feel her. But that was okay.

This was enough.

Three days.

Everyone around the office could tell that Delphia was miserable. She barely talked to anyone. She wasn’t in the control room with the rest of them like she usually was. She looked pale (sometimes green), with bags under her eyes and a permanent frown pulling on her lips. Economos wondered to the rest of the team if her and Flag had broken up. Crawley and Harcourt immediately rejected this idea, having been secretly rooting for the two of them for years. But Waller quickly shut down any more conversation about it. Which ultimately led the team to assume that whatever Delphia was upset about, it had to do with Waller and this mission.

But the mission was about to end. On it’s last hours, Delphia was still sitting behind her desk outside Waller’s office. She was working furiously. Anything to keep her mind distracted and focused on what her hands needed to get done. Anything to keep herself from slipping into a future she so desperately wanted to see, and at the same time wanted to avoid at all costs. She wanted to know if he was alive, if he made it. But she feared that if she looked in on him again she would break down completely. Or worse, be unable to pull herself back out — paralyzed by the fear that this could be the last she saw of him.

As she typed away, finishing a speech Waller didn’t have to give for another month, the boss herself came into the room holding an ice pack to the back of her head and a scowl etched into her face.

“What happened?” Delphia asked as she watched Waller stalk over to her office.

“Wouldn’t you know?” Waller questioned back before yanking her office door open and stepping inside.

Delphia grinned only slightly. Yeah. She did know. But had chosen not to share that information with Waller.

Through the open door, Delphia could see that Waller was taking a phone call. What call could be so important that she had to come all the way back to her office to take it? Delphia quickly picked up her own phone and listened in on the other line.

“And that’s only a taste of what’s on that drive. I’ve uploaded it all to a secure server.” That was Robert DuBois’ voice. Delphia furrowed her brow as she tried not to act suspicious. “Now, if you kill any one of us, or my daughter ever sees the inside of a prison, it goes public. If we all go free, plus Flag and his girl get to retire — it never has to see the light of day.”

“I told you I’d make you a leader, DuBois,” Waller replied, “You got a deal.”

Delphia quickly slammed the phone back down on the receiver and stared at it for a long time. Her mind racing. Flag and his girl? Retire? Rick was alive?

“I’m assuming you heard that, Holman,” Waller called from her office.

“Yeah,” Delphia said, only daring to glance towards her boss’s office.

“I’ll send the paperwork to your email tomorrow. But for now — get the fuck out. I genuinly never wanna see you again.”

Delphia didn’t have to be told twice. But she also heard, underneath the stone-cold and muted hostility, the care that was in Waller’s voice. I don’t wanna see you again — I don’t wanna see you locked up like your mother was. It made Delphia smile as she looked back at Waller’s office. Fourteen years of her life were spent working with Waller. Most of them were miserable and difficult, but professionally it had been all she had ever known. And Waller, despite her faults, had been a good boss.

It was as if, suddenly — as she grabbed her purse and strutted out the door never to return — the world was so much wider than it had ever been before. She was no longer at Waller’s every beck and call. She could follow any career path she wanted. Which was something she hadn’t thought about since she was a small child. She would never return to the place of death where she was born. She could move away from Louisiana if she wanted. If Rick wanted.

Oh, my God — Rick.

What were once potential screams of agony were turning to shouts of joy as she moved through the bowels of Belle Reve. Ashes to fresh water. Death to life.

Rick was alive. And they were free. Free to go wherever they wanted, no longer bound to ARGUS and its master plan. They could actually, physically go to all those places they only saw in her visions. Free to be whatever they wanted. Rick had always been a military man, just like his father. But he also dreamed about starting a family, owning a house with the nice fenced in yard. And Delphia, well — she could finally start dreaming about what her future could look like instead of knowing what it entailed.

Her own future was no longer set in stone.

It took several hours for Task Force X to arrive back at Belle Reve from Corto Maltese. They flew in by helicopter and then were driven from the airfield to the penitentiary where they all were immediately carted to the clinic to be treated for their various wounds.

Rick Flag was probably the worst for wear out of all of them. Major concussion. Deep stab wound on his right side. Bruises on about 30% of his body. A cut above his eye. Broken rib. A knocked out tooth. But other than that he was alive, and breathing, and there wasn’t a bathroom tile sticking out of his chest and that was enough for Delphia. That was enough for a lifetime.

“Hey Holman,” Dr. Fitzgibbon came up to her in the hallway outside the clinic with a sigh and a clipboard, “I know it’s against protocol because you’re not his spouse or anything — but I really don’t give a fuck. So here’s Flag’s personal effects. He should be out in a few minutes.”

He handed her a baggy full of an assortment of items, mainly two side arms, shoulder holster, a pocket knife, and a torn up yellow shirt. She asked as she set it in her lap, “How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Dr. Fitzgibbon sighed, “Should take it easy for a few days — I know he won’t. But apparently he’s not my problem anymore, so — “

Fitzgibbon tossed up his hands, turned, and walked back inside the clinic. Delphia breathed deeply as she watched him go. He really was the most aggravating man.

She could see through the window that Rick was sitting up on one of the observation tables, a nurse cleaning up the cut on his face. He was deep in conversation with Robert DuBois. Brow furrowed and left hand gesturing widely. All that remained of Task Force X was inside the clinic as well. Harley Quinn, Ratcatcher 2, Polka-Dot Man, and Nanaue. They all looked exhausted. Especially Ratcatcher.

But Delphia couldn’t focus on them for too long, her eyes kept drifting back to Rick. Who, once he noticed she was just on the other side of the glass, kept looking over at her with increasing frequency while still talking with DuBois. She smiled at him, a lopsided grin that made her cheeks hurt. DuBois seemed to notice his lost interest and looked out the window with an irritated expression. He then nodded his head at Delphia and Rick nodded with a smile.

Oh. They were talking about her now.

She looked away from them blushing, down to the plastic bag in her lap. For personal effects, they didn’t seem very personal. Two sidearms, ones that weren’t even his. His father’s pocket knife that he took with him on every mission. A disgusting and nearly ripped to shreds yellow shirt that she had no idea where he got it from. Delphia shifted the items around carefully, trying to see if there was anything else inside. And that was when she spotted a small, blue, velvet box — speckled by dirt and blood.

Her gut reaction was to snap her head up and look at Rick through the window. But he was distracted by Harley, who had bounced right back from the mission and seemed as jovial as ever. He, DuBois, and Harley were now chatting and laughing together. Delphia looked back at the little velvet box and swallowed hard. An overwhelming joy settled deep inside her bones as she felt the shape of it through the plastic.

How long had he been carrying it around? When was he planning on asking?

Delphia had been expecting this. Rick had not been so subtle — especially when he outright asked her if she had ever seen any rings she liked. They had talked about marriage before. Rick was a traditional man, when he loved somebody he was going to show it and he was going to show it in the way he felt was right. But with the mission and everything that had been going on, she had completely forgotten.

Tears blurred the edges of her vision as she continued to look at the box. Tears of a sudden and complete joy.

But then Rick’s gentle, tired voice called her away softly, “Dee?”

He was standing outside the clinic doors. A fresh t-shirt and Army issue sweats on. His smile was light and affectionate as he watched her get up from her seat quickly and cross the hall towards him. Delphia, without even thinking, put her hands on his waist and pressed her forehead into his chest. Right where that tile would have been. The tears welled up and stained his shirt. She could hear his heart beating as he wrapped her up in his arms.

“I — I…” She tried to find some words, any words to describe what she felt in that moment.

Thankful. Relieved. Terrified. Whole. Scared. Warm. In love. Loved.

But Rick seemed to understand. “I know.”

“Come on.” Delphia pulled herself away, with some effort, and grabbed ahold of his hand. “Let’s go home.”

“Please,” he sighed, shoulders visibly sagging as he allowed her to lead him down the hall.

They were quiet as they walked through Belle Reve one final time. Out to the parking lot where, so many nights after a mission, they nearly kissed. It was midafternoon. The Louisiana sun was blazing hot and the air was thick with moisture. It nearly made it hard to breathe. The marshlands surrounding the penitentiary were alive with animal sounds. Frogs croaking, cranes calling to one another, summer bugs buzzing as one. But once they were inside Delphia’s car, all the noise stopped. Rick had to lower himself down into his seat slowly, his tired body screaming at him to just stop. And once he was fully seated he huffed and leaned his head back against the seat, eyes closing only briefly.

Delphia started the car and began the thirty minute drive back to their apartment.

“How did you do it?” she asked.

Rick groaned as he reached over and put his hand on her thigh. Making it very hard for her to concentrate on driving. He squeezed her flesh gently as he began, “I made a plan with Cleo and DuBois. Told them about you and what you saw. Once I had the tape and Peacemaker came in — we took him down together.”

“What happened to showing it to the press?”

“DuBois had the better idea of usin’ it as a bargaining chip to get us all free.”

“And is that what you wanted?” She glanced over at his tired face and couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “To be free?”

“I don’t think it’s settled in yet,” he sighed, “But if it means we get to be together and we get to be happy — then, yeah. It’s what I want.”

Delphia grinned now as she took up his hand from her thigh and pressed it to her lips. Kissing each knuckle, every cut and bruise, as her eyes remained focused on the road.

“I love you, Rick Flag,” she spoke into his flesh.

“I love you, too, Dee.” He was smiling when she looked over at him. “So much. Forever.”

Rick Flag’s apartment had changed so much in five years. For one thing, it was no longer just his apartment. Both of their names were on the lease now. It was no longer bare bones and necessities only. There were curtains, and party dishes, art on the walls, pictures on the mantle, vases and plants, throw pillows and quilts. Evidence that he lived there. That they had made a life there — together. Her parents Christmas card was still on the counter and a photo album of their trip to the beach last year was on the coffee table. There were mugs in the sink and socks on the floor. And it was messy and beautiful and personal and home.

Delphia came inside first. Unlocking the door and helping Rick back to the bedroom. He immediately kicked off the clinic slippers he’d been wearing and practically fell down onto the bed. Delphia chuckled as she watched him gather one of the throw pillows into his arms and tuck it into his chest. He really was tired.

“Do you wanna just sleep in that, babe?” she asked as she set the baggy full of personal effects down on the chest of drawers.

He only groaned in response.

“Okay,” she chuckled lightly, “Do you need anything before you go to sleep then?”

She took the guns out of the baggy carefully, made sure the safeties were on, and put them away in Rick’s gun safe. The shirt she threw in the dirty laundry, unsure what else to do with it. The pocketknife was left respectfully on the chest of drawers, by his father’s Purple Heart. Then all that was left was that little velvet box. What on earth was she supposed to do with that?

“Hm — you, baby,” Rick called from the bed, “Need you.”

Smiling from ear to ear, she turned to look at him for a moment. Curled up on the bed with comfy sweats, one arm stretched out across the comforter like he was reaching towards her. Hazel eyes barely open and hair messy. Oh, yes. Anytime. Anywhere. Any future. She was his, and he was hers.

But his eyes widened when he saw the box still in her hands.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, until she too realized that she still held it delicately in her fingers.

“Oh, God.” She quickly hid it behind her back, unsure how that was going to help. “I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to — I can put it back!”

Rick struggled to roll onto his back and sit up slightly in bed. Tossing the throw pillow onto the floor. Then he patted the spot next to him softly. “Come ‘ere.”

Taking a deep breath, Delphia climbed onto the bed and sat down in the spot beside him. Rick wrapped one arm around her hip, giving it a reassuring squeeze, while the other took hold of the hand not gripping the velvet box for dear life.

“Is this what you want?” he asked softly, looking up into her face like she was the very stars in the sky.

“Always,” was her reply, “You are the only thing in my life that I’ve ever gotten to choose. I choose you every time.”

Rick smiled. A beautiful thing that tried to hide the tears that had built in his hazel eyes. Then he gently pulled the blue box from her hand.

He took a nervous breath. “Oh, God — I’ve been carryin’ this thing around for six months, you know?”

“Oh.” Delphia’s heart melted just a little bit more. “That’s a long time.”

“I just — no time ever felt right or perfect — “

“Trust me, I know there’s no perfect time for anything.” She reached out and touched his cheek, his stumble was a bit longer than the last time she saw him, his skin a bit tanner. “But right now — right now seems pretty damn good.”

Rick smiled again and opened the box. Delphia didn’t even look inside it. Blue eyes, present and focused, remained on his face.

“Dee, baby girl — will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

Delphia was certain what propelled her. What electricity coursed through her veins to make her crash into the man laying before her. She surged into him like the tide to the shore and embraced him with a searing kiss. She kissed him long and sweet and powerful. One of those kisses that felt like it was being hot ironed into her very soul. His strong arms circled around her waist and pulled her on top of him. Her fingers tangled into his hair. It was slow and warm and yearning and nothing else mattered because she was marrying Rick Flag.

When the kiss finally broke, Rick took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. It was beautiful. And she smiled when she remembered that it was one of the rings she had sent him a link to some six months ago. It was a delicate ring with a champagne diamond center, haloed by smaller diamonds in an art deco design. It was perfect.

“You’re stuck with me now, Flag.” She smiled against his lips.

“Not stuck,” he muttered back with a shake of his head, “Not if it’s you. I’d choose you every time.”

Delphia smiled, girlish and blushing, as she borrowed her face into his neck. The world was wider and more beautiful and held in her arms. She could feel his heart beating against her ear, his blood pulsating against her temple as she snuggled deeper into him. What futures possibly awaited them? She couldn’t wait to meet them — not in a vision — but as they came.

There was a knock at the door.

Delphia mumbled into Rick’s neck, “Who the hell is that?”

“Er — yeah, I know who it is.” He squeezed her waist to signal her to get up.

She rolled off of him with a furrowed brow. “Who?”

“Well, I — uh — “ He got up from the bed with a moan and a hand to his side. “Was gonna tell ya in the car. But then I forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

Rick was going towards the door and Delphia followed curiously. Before they got to the door however, Rick turned and stopped them both with a guilty expression on his face.

“I — I kinda invited the rest of the team to stay at our place.” When her eyes widened he held up his hands in defense. “At least for one night. Come on, Dee, they saved my life.”

All Delphia really wanted to do was fuck her fiancé senseless and then sleep for the next forty-eight hours. But he was looking at her with such kindness and earnestness. He really just wanted to help out his friends. And who was she to deny him that privilege? Who was she to say no when she knew that if she opened her door to these criminals she genuinly would feel better for it?

So she relented with a sigh and a gesture towards the door for him to open it.

Rick smiled and gave her a quick kiss of gratitude.

On the other side of their door stood Robert DuBois with a dufflebag over his shoulder. And behind him was the rest of the team. Cleo Cazo with Sebastian on her shoulder looking sleepy. Abner Krill with a nervous expression etched into his long features. Harley Quinn waved with a wide smile when the door opened. And Nanaue stood at the back. Delphia wondered how they got the shark in there without anyone noticing.

“Come on in, guys.” Rick opened up the door fully and stepped aside.

“You have a lovely home,” Cleo commented as she came through the doorway.

Delphia quickly snapped out of the trance seeing all these superpowered criminals in her home put her in and got to work. This was her home. They were her guests. And if there was one thing that her adoptive mother taught her, it was how to be a good host.

“You guys must be exhausted,” she said as the door closed behind Nanaue. “I’ll go get some blankets and spare pillows. We do have a guest room if the girls wanna sleep in there. Rick, do you know where the air mattress is?”

An hour later and everyone was set up for the rest of the night and several extra-large pizzas were on their way. Harley and Cleo had the guest room. DuBois was on the couch. Abner had the air mattress. And Nanaue was apparently perfectly happy on the floor. It was a bit cramped, but their home had never felt so full before. Full of hope. This was these guys’ chance to do something better with their lives. Or, at least slightly better than a life of crime.

And Delphia and Rick, as they stood in the doorway to their bedroom and watched everyone settle in, seemed to have the same idea.

“What if we let them stay?” she asked quietly, arm slung around his waist.

“We are letting them stay,” Rick laughed.

“No. I mean, like — until they get back on their feet.” Delphia looked up at him with a smile. “All they need is a bit of guidance and love and care. We could give them that.”

Rick groaned as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “And I didn’t think I could love you any more.

“We may need a bigger house, though.”

A/N: would you guys mind sending in some requests for these two (and the Squad Family)? I'm just so obsessed with them and want to write more lol I don't write smut so please don't request anything like that. But I would just love some domestic fluff, found family bull shit.

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