SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Fix you. ((El Diablo x Reader))

WARNINGS: FEEEEEELLLSSSSS.

NOTES: Finally I get in a Diablo oneshot. People have been wanting one for a while, so yeah. My precious fire baby... I love him so, so much... So awesome and pure... , THANK YOU FOR ALMOST 10K READS YOU PEOPLE ARE INCREDIBLE.

{NOW A FULL LENGTH BOOK}

Ever since you've been working in the asylum, the one they called Diablo always caught your attention. He was kinda hard to not pay attention to, because of all his amazing tattoos.

They told you that he can light things on fire, and that he was dangerous. Rick Flagg even told you what happened to him. That broke your heart. You had to go talk to him.

So, the next day, you grabbed some food and made your way down to his cell. The hallways were rather eerie, with the flickering lights and the things they did to the "patients" was awful. You only worked there because there was nothing left. And you needed money.

You reached his cell and peeked inside the small window. He was sitting cross legged on the ground, his head low. He looked as if he was thinking about something horrible, which, in his case, he probably was.

You punched in the access code, and the door slid open, the sound echoing through the place.

Diablo lifted his head and looked at you.

"Hey, you know you can just slide food through the door, right?" He said, "You don't have to open it."

"I know..." you said, sitting across him,"But I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Diablo questioned.

"You." You stated, "You seem interesting. I'd like to know more about you, if you don't mind."

Diablo stared at you in slight confusion. He then cleared his throat and shifted his weight.

"Alright..." he said hesitantly. You smiled widely. And he cracked a small grin.

"My name is Chato Santana." He said, "And I'm the most dangerous person here. I'm a monster." He looked up at the ceiling, then back to you.

"Who are you, anyway?" He said, "Why do you care so much about me?"

You had to think about that last question. Why did you care about him? The connection you had was almost magnetic. It was weird.

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N)." You said, "And, well, I don't know why I care so much. This might sound insane, but I felt a strong connection to you."

Chato stared at you, a look of both confusion and amazement across his tattooed features.

"That's funny..." he said, getting closer to you, "I did, too. It felt like, maybe we were meant to do something together."

You nodded in agreement. You reached out to take his hand, but he quickly pulled away. You raised an eyebrow at him. He looked at you with fear in his dark eyes.

"I-I don't want to hurt you." He said. You sighed and smiled. This guy was such a sweetheart.

"You're not going to hurt me." You said grabbing his hand again. Chato flinched, and tried to pull away, but you were going to keep a grip on him.

"See?" You said, "Nothing to be afraid of!"

Chato seemed amazed that he wasn't scorching you. He placed your palm on top of his. He smiled brightly.

"Wow..." he said, "So, what do we do now?"

"I'm going to fix you." You said, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.