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all-that-glitters-ls:

The feeling of rain against her skin had always been one of her favorite things in life. Rain had a way of temporarily washing away her pain, sorrow and fears and imbibing her with freedom and life. Her peace was interrupted by the voice of the other causing her to look up at him. “You should take this as a good sign. I’m wicked but apparently not too much.” She herself was extremely stubborn and simply stood there looking at him not taking his coat.

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Despite being stubborn, Rick knew when to give in. The woman didn’t want his jacket and so he wasn’t going to just stand in the rain to get wet. Pulling his jacket back over his shoulders, he shrugged at the woman. “I work with the devil. I’m sure you’re nothing I haven’t seen before.” Rick replied simply.

#{ &* Lisa }

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"And what do you think you need to protect me from in here? An unruly bedpost I might stub my toe on?" Rick overheard the conversation, noting the familiarity in the woman’s voice. She looked similar to Harley, but not enough that it struck him as weird. People looked similar, that wasn’t odd. What was strange, though, was the way that the woman spoke. “Better be careful, buddy. She doesn’t look like a damsel in distress, but you might be one if you don’t run off.”

#{ &* Lucy }

Closed starter for @crxzyclown Prompt in bold

“I love how you lie.” Rick leaned over, letting his lips graze her ear softly as he whispered to her. It wasn’t often that he was honest about his feelings for Harley, or rather his previous feelings for her -- because denying they had ever existed was easier than having to face the reality that their hookups had meant more to him than they had to her. “But we have to get going.”

#{ &* Harley }

drisleyivy:

Pam shrugged as he spoke. “No,” she said. “Not in detail. But it would be easy.” People had always been dispensable to her, and if one happened to hurt Harley, well…for Pam, there really would be no reason to let them live. Especially if Harley explicitly told her to get rid of them. It would just be a matter of time. “I would only need a moment,” she said. “One touch. Although knowing Harley, she’d probably prefer it if I put on a show.”

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Rick wasn’t exactly against the idea. There had been a time or two, not that anyone knew, that Rick had thought about going after her on his own. Those ideas always dissipated somewhere in the back of his mind, buried underneath the rest of his desires. “One touch is asking a lot when it comes to Waller.” It was rare that anyone, if ever, got close to the woman.

#{ &* Pam }

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"The next time you go out, wear better shoes and thicker clothing." Rick recommended, offering the other person his jacket as the rain began to pick up. “Or just check the weather.” Not taking no for an answer, he gestured for her to take it from him.

drisleyivy:

Pamela raised an eyebrow. “Indentured servitude,” she said. “With the threat of imminent death thrown in for a dash of sadism. What a charming woman this Waller must be.” She gave a little shrug. “I know she doesn’t,” she said. “Fortunately for Waller. If Harley asked me to, I would kill the woman in her sleep.” She shrugged again. “Or slowly and painfully. Whatever Harleen wanted.”

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He couldn’t exactly argue with that, especially when that was how it so often felt. Working for Waller had never felt optional even when it was. He shrugged. There was again nothing for him to argue with. Waller was a sadist otherwise she wouldn’t have been the woman for the job. No normal person put a bomb into another person’s neck with the intent to kill them if they had their head screwed on right. “Is that something you two have discussed?” He asked, more intrigued than anything else.

#{ &* Pam }

ofweasel:

“My point exactly” John scoffed. They were lab rats and New York City was merely a temporary cage until Waller decided what to do with them. “It’s…loud. But not unpromising” he nodded. There were plenty of colleges here in New York City and he had been grateful to get to teach again. With all of the chaos he had begun to forget why he had loved it so much and so far it had been going well. “What about you?” It felt impolite not to ask.

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“Not unpromising?” Rick question, not liking the sound of that. Despite them being a team, he was under no illusion that they weren’t still criminals. He was there to keep an eye on them and it sounded like he needed to keep a sharp one on Weasel, even when he wasn’t in his suit. “It’s just like every other city.” Rick didn’t think there was much that differentiated it from every other city he had been too.

#{ &* Weasel }

moonenchantment:

June walked inside, looking around. It was pretty basic, nothing to grand or special. But she loved it. There was no real decorative or homey artifacts. but she expected nothing less from Rick. A solider was already to pack up and go. She’d have to make sure to change that. “Do I get a tour?” she asked with a smile, turning so she could look at him.

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“Sure.” Rick set her bags down by the front door and closed it once she had walked inside. “This is the living space,” he gestured towards the room they walked into. Walking into the kitchen, he told her what it was despite how obvious it was before moving to the bathroom and doing the same. Opening his bedroom door, he let he inside and leaned against the door frame. “And this is the bedroom.”

#{ &* June }

moonenchantment:

“I’m glad to see you’re still such a gentleman…for me anyway.” she smiled. She leaned up placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “well? shall we see my new home?” she asked him. She liked the way that sounded. home. it was less a place for her and more a person. And she was happy to finally be back again.

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Rick would always be a gentleman for June. It was in his nature, only aided by the love he held for her. He smiled, trying his best to break through any discomfort he felt due to their current situation. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Mi casa es su casa."

#{ &* June }

crxzyclown:

“To be fair, you have the best taste in alcohol, and one can never stop at just one drink when you party with friends” Harley replied smiling at the other given that outside of what Rick ordered she wasn’t the biggest fan of anything else. “Of course she did, she went outta her way to make sure to only give an address and lead an innocent even more astray” she fumed sighing a bit, she’d gotten close to Rick during their Siberia trip. It was doomed from the start but he still cared for her in a way she hadn’t in a long time. “That’s a lot to take in, so how’s she mental and all that? I could probably get my license reinstated here in New York if she needs some therapy?” She gave his a teasing smile.

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“So then you’re trying to get yourself drunk, not me.” He replied playfully, enjoying the banter with her. It was one of the most enjoyable things that had come out of their friendship. "It's a weird situation." He admitted to the clown, finally saying it out loud. Something about it was off and didn't feel right. "I don't know. She seems okay. I haven't seen any sign of the witch." He knew the offer was a sincere one, but something told him that even if he wanted to take her up on it that she would be reinstated.

#{ &* Harley }

moonenchantment:

Relief washed over her less like a wave and more like tsunami. she didn’t think there was a time she’d been more happy in her life hearing him speak. But June was a scientist. And that meant there was an irritable habit of trying to think rationally. “ I want more than anything to be a we. I am very much still in love with the man in my head. I’ve thought and dreamt about him for months. But in that time it is very easy to mistake fantasy with reality. It has been sometime and things may have changed who we are. Even if we don’t realize it. I simply want to be sure the man in my head he is still you.” she tried to explain to him. "can we just take things slow for now?”

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Rick couldn’t argue with her because she was right. It had been years since the two had actually seen each other face to face. In that time it was possible, likely even that they had changed. It would be weirder if they hadn’t. “Of course.” He wasn’t going to rush June if she wasn’t ready to dive in head first the way that he was. It was okay. They had all the time in the world, or rather all the time that Waller would allot them. Try as he might, Rick couldn’t seem to shake the nagging voice in the back of his head that this would just end the same way it had last time. “We can do whatever you want.”

#{ &* June }

moonenchantment:

“I know. And I love you too. But I suppose what I’m actually asking is…if you’re still in love with me?” she tried to clarify. It was uncomfortable to be having this conversation soley because there was always a chance he could say no. And that may have been worse than thinking he was dead. but the matter was she had no idea what he’d been doing while she was trapped. What he thought she had been doing. If they had changed as people. so many variables. “Are we….a we still?”

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Rick had left anything he had with Harley back in the tundras of Siberia. It was fleeting, gone in an instant. Clarity had taken hold of him with the realization that Waller would use anyone that Rick might grow affectionate for against him. Harley was the only person he had on the team that he felt like he could trust fully. It wasn’t something he wanted to risk and she agreed. They went back to their lives with nothing but the memory of what was and what could have been. Rick didn’t think he was in love with Harley though, no, that had always been reserved for June. His heart was hers. It had been hers since the moment Waller had assigned him to her. It was clever on her part, really. “I’m still in love with you. Do you want to be a we still?” He had no idea what she was thinking or how she felt. This could have all been a game set up by Waller to break him -- to remind him that he was still under her control, even now.

#{ &* June }

moonenchantment:

“of course.” June frowned, her hand rubbing her neck. She knew that threat all too well. In fact, it was something that she had considered after finding out about Rick. she had begged and begged enchantress to end her suffering, but had always been met with silence. Perhaps she really was a coward. she walked in the door, following the signs until she got to the door. “Rick, before we …go inside. I guess I should ask. Where do we…stand?” she asked.

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Rick stopped outside the door to his apartment, her bags in his hands. Setting them down, he turned to face her. He had dreaded this part -- the part where they had to define what they were because it had been so long since they were together. He wished that they could just skip this and go back to what they were before, but things has changed in the time they had been apart. “I still love you, June. If that’s what you’re asking.”

#{ &* June }

crxzyclown:

Harley choose to ignore his words after all it was in her nature and Rick never seemed to mind that so long as she didn’t go crazy. “Oh trying to get me drunk pretty boy?” She teased her friend glad they could spend time together that didn’t involve a life or death situation but once she heard his words she slowed to a stop turning to look at him. “WAIT WHAT? That bitch! of course, she’d pull something like that!” she blew up she hated that woman and one day she’d end her but she pulled herself from the dark thoughts before placing her hands on his shoulders “How are you?”

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“No, but I’m sure after you steal my drink the first time, you’ll try to steal my second one.” It was basic math when it came to Harley. She had said herself that she preferred his drinks to ordering her own. “Yeah.” Rick didn’t know what to say about it. He was angry with Waller, angrier than he had ever been at the woman. But if it hadn’t been for June’s disappearance, it was unlikely that Harley and Rick would have grown as close as they did in Siberia. That was hard to regret. “I’m okay. She’s staying at my apartment with me. Waller gave her the address. That’s how I found her actually.”

#{ &* Harley }

moonenchantment:

Rick visibility relaxed and June couldn’t help but smile at the thought it was because of her. She continued to let him lead them, placing her head lightly on his shoulder. She knew Rick was a solider at heart. This type of domesticated life was not something he was bred for. Still. She’d rather have him here and alive and bored. But she’d never be that selfish. Not with him. No matter how bad she wanted to be. “well that’s good. a sense of family is good for team work right? Leave no man behind?” she smiled.

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"Everyone seems to get along better now." They had been working as a team for years, losing people and recruiting new ones to replace the old ones along with way, but the core of the team remained the same. Harley was a big part of that. She brought an undeniable energy to the group. "Only if they try to run away." Waller still had no tolerance for escapees. Making it the apartment complex, he punched in his code and with a loud buzz the front door unlocked. “After you.” He held it open for her.

#{ &* June }

moonenchantment:

June felt butterflies as Rick took her hand, a feeling she thought she’d never have again. His face was so serious as she looked over at him, but she was used to that. “So, what do you do here in the city?” she asked him curiously. He seemed to be settled. Plus, it would give her a moment to ask more about his personal life now. “Do you have any….friends?”

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Feeling June's eyes on him, Rick peered down at the woman he thoughts he had lost. His features softened from their sharp seriousness, relaxing with her at his side. "I keep an eye on the Task Force. Waller has me doing glorified paperwork while we're on standby." He explained, an edge to the words. "If you can call them that. I haven't made any friends. I guess I got closer to the Task Force, but that's it." Friends were a liability when life moved the way it did for Rick.

#{ &* June }

ofweasel:

John froze as he heard the sound of heavy boots against cheap tile echoing through the otherwise empty room. Military style boots weren’t exactly in fashion for the typical Manhattanite which could only mean one thing; trouble. He turned slowly, eyes falling on the Colonel as he inhaled a sharp breath. In his experience, Rick Flag typically meant Waller by association and John really wasn’t fond of being told what to do, let alone forced to do it. “Dare I ask?”

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“I just came to check on you.” Rick replied honestly to the nervous looking man. It was strange to think that this was the same person who had killed 27 children in a weasel suit. “Waller wants me to check in every few days.” He was sure it had to do with making sure the members of the group didn’t run off. They weren’t very likely flight risks, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a risk at all. “What do you think of New York?”

#{ &* Weasel }#tw: child death

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