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sarawritestories · 10 months

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A Birthday Wish

Eowells x Fem reader

A/N: I am aware that i have not posted. It's been busy as all hell this week and plus balancing stories on here, but my own work is challenging, and I haven't quite gotten a routine down. I plan on posting stories that have been requested next week. Thank you for being patient! I figured in honor of my birthday being today, I'd write a little something for you to enjoy 😊

Summary: It's the Y/N's birthday, and she is trying to keep a low profile as she doesn't want to be the center of attention. Thanks to Cisco, Team Flash does find out and wants to celebrate. As she returning to S.T.A.R. Labs the man in yellow appears, she flees to meet Harrison only to find out there is more to him than she thought

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking (socially not to get drunk), kidnapping, brief gagging, being tied to a chair, and 1 very brief NSFW scene

Tags: @twilightlover2007 @eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N awoke to the blaring alarm clock stumbling to turn it off she instictively grabbed her phone. Texts from her parents, wishing her a happy birthday already waiting for her to read. She groaned as she sat up another year, around the sun, and all she had to show for it was bad knees and a constant ache in her back.

Y/N was not a fan of being the center of attention, so she has kept her birthday a secret from her friends, not wanting them to make a big deal out of the day. Though it did not mean she didn't want to look nice. She put on her favorite teal dress that had capped sleeves and fell to her knees and put on her favorite flats, and was out the door.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R Labs, she found her friends hard at work as Barry was stopping an active robbery. She slid into her desk and brought her computer to life as Barry raced in the cortex, a huge smile on his face. "Nice work, Mr. Allen," Harrison's voice caused Y/N to look up at the man, his expression warm with a glimmer of pride causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. "You are progressing nicely, and don't think you escaped my attention, Miss Y/L/N." His eyes met hers as smiled.

"Birthday Girl in the house," Cisco bellowed, standing up fist bumping the air. Y/N's head snapped toward him as everyone else's gaze fell to her.

"Today is your birthday?" Barry questioned brows furrowed, "Why didn't you say anything? We could have decorated the cortex and got you a cake."

Y/N sighed, "I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just another day, nothing to have a commotion about," she shrugged, looking back at Cisco. "Spill it, how did you find out?"

Cisco bit his lip as Caitlin turned to him, "How many laws did you break doing it Cisco?"

Cisco put his hands up, "No laws were broken, I hacked into the ccpd database to look at your employee file."

Harrison's brow furrowed, "Hacking the police is breaking the law, Cisco. Regardless of how the information got out, it's out." Harrison wheeled over to Y/N and grabbed her hand, "We love you, sweetheart, and you being here another year is worth celebrating with the people who love you the most." He grabs her hand and places a kiss on the top of her hand, and Y/N was convinced her heart had stopped at the motion heat rising to her face. "Now, the four of you go on and enjoy the day off, celebrate with Y/N. I'll stay here and keep watch if something happens I'll call."

Barry changes out of his suit, as Caitlin and Cisco grab their jacket, big smiles on their faces. Y/N looked to Harrison, his eyes, a vibrant shade of blue that rendered her speechless on a good day, "You sure, we don't need to close up shop on my behalf."

Harrison took off his glasses and looked back at her, "Y/N, it's in my experience that life is short, and because of that, celebrating victories or even stopping to celebrate a birthday is worth doing. And tell you what when you're done going out and drinking Cisco under the table,"

"Hey!" Cisco grumbled, causing everyone to chuckle as Harrison smiled.

"You come back here tonight and have dinner with me. Sound good?"

Y/N's heartbeat raced as she nodded her head and stood from her seat. " That sounds lovely, Dr. Wells."

Cisco shouted, "Well, let's go. People there are drinka to be had and laser tag to play, come on!" The other 3 companions rolled their eyes as they all made their way to exit.

~later that evening~

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," the trio of Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco chanted as the burn of alcohol met her throat with the shot. She looked at the time on the phone, her eyes wide. "I have to get to S.T.A.R labs," she sat up and tried to pay, but Barry blocked her with his hand, "Come on guys, let me pay for something.

"Absolutely, not its your birthday. it's our jobs as your friends to cover birthday festivities. Plus, we want to do this because you're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes she could feel their love radiating off them, "I love you guys so much!" She rushed to give them all a hug. They held their group embrace for a minute before Y/N pulled away. "I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Then Y/N was out of the bar heading toward a potential date with Dr. Wells.

Her mind was spinning with all the scenarios this dinner could begin when a blur of yellow sped past her into an alleyway red lightning tailing the blur. Y/N closed her eyes, "It's in your best interest to ignore what you saw." That may be true, but she could get some answers, and she would be lying if curiosity didn't get the best of her most days!

She groaned as she walked into the alleyway to be greeted with eyes glowing red, his body vibrating to the point of distorting his features. "Hello, Y/N, it's about time we meet." His voice distorted with his vibrating as well.

Y/N took a sharp inhale, "You know who I am?" She took a hesitant step forward.

He sped up to her, his chest close to her own, her breathing quickened as fear began to take over. He raised a hand to her, and she flinched, anticipating a hit that never came. Instead, his leather clad fingers grazed her cheek tenderly, his other hand moving from her side down to her hip. "I know a lot about you, Birthday Girl." Her eyes widened, and he chuckled.

His vibrations began to slow as the red dissapeted from his eyes turning into a familiar shade of blue. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice matched that of Harrison Wells, and her breaths were short and rapid as if she wasn't getting a lot of oxygen. She forced his arms away and backed away. Suddenly, the alleyway was spinning, and black was grazing her vision. The man in yellow took his mask off and revealed what she feared, Harrison Wells was the man in Yellow. Y/N's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and before her body could collapse to the floor, she was in the arms of the man who killed her best friend's mom.

~few moments later~

Y/N woke up, her vision blurred, but slowly becoming clearer, she was in a place she wasn't familiar with. As the memory from the past hour flooded her brain, she tried to jolt up and run, only to find she was strapped down to a wheel chair. Not just any wheelchair, the one Harrison uses. Panic flooding her system, she began to scream out, "Someone Help me plea -" a large hand landed firmly over her mouth, muffling her pleas for help.

"Shhhh, it's me," Harrison whispered in her ear, causing her to flinch. He moved around his hand, still placed over her mouth. "I'm going to remove my hand only if you promise not to scream and be good. Can you do that?" She nodded her head. Harrison smiled and lowered his hand he waited a moment for her to scream. When she didn't, he patted her cheek, "Good-" she spit in his face instead.

Y/N smirked as he wiped her saliva from his face. "You know I can't say I didn't deserve that. But will you let me explain."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Why should I, Harrison? You killed Barry's mom. Why would I-" Instead of silencing her with his hands, he did so with his lips crashing to hers. She found herself kissing back as his hand slid up her thighs and up to her ample breast, eliciting a moan from Y/N. He kept teasing the area her nipples were until they became peaks, causing Y/N to get aroused.

Only for him to pull away his hand slides from her breast to her neck and up her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Birthday girl. It's why i wanted to have dinner with you. However, I couldn't justify being in a relationship with you if I wasn't honest. Will you hear me out, Sweetheart?"

She searched his pleading eyes for any lies, and she couldn't, so she nodded her head. "One condition, let me out of the chair. I can't feel like we are on equal footing if i feel like your captive."

He nods and presses a button on his chair, releasing the restraints. Was she going to really hear them out, "You killed Barry's mom."

"I did," he nodded, and he told her the whole story of how he was stuck in this time and how he fell in love with her the moment he saw her in S.T.A.R labs. He pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't move against him. His touch still provided comfort still even after all the horrible things he's done. "What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?"

Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not looking into his eyes. "You killed a lot of people. You killed Barry's mom. How do I know you won't kill me, too?" She looked at him, "Why tell me at all? Why today of all days?"

He slid his hand down her arm, gripping her wrist, his strong hand firm, yet gentle he raised her hand up and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. As she swore at her stomach for the butterflies fluttering around at the gesture. "I am a lot of things, Y/N, but one thing I know for certain is my love for you and my need to keep you safe. As for why today? Well, beloved, it's because what better gift to give than for you to see me all of me."

Y/N looked from his gaze for a moment and back at him. She dipped her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his briefly. "I am going to have to think about this. You're a killer, and just being with you is a risk, along with keeping your secret."

Harrison or Eobard, as she found out was his real name, nodded his head. "I feel there is a 'but'"

She nodded, "But I had one wish for my birthday this year." She rubbed his arm and moved her hand to his chest.

"What was your one wish, Y/N?" He whispered, clearing his throat impacted by her touch.

She looked him in the eyes, her smile bright, "You. I wanted you."

Eobard stood up with Y/N in his arms and sped off to his home where he placed her on her feet. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Consider your wish granted, Birthday Girl. I will always be yours until I'm ash in the ground. I will spend every moment of my living days proving that to you."

She smiled at his words, gripping his black sweater in her fist and forcing him down to her level for a deep kiss. She pulled away with a smirk, "Let's start with you on your knees, Speedy." She whispered against his lips, causing the older scientist to growl in response as he sped her into his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the night granting her birthday wishes.

~FIN

I hope you enjoyed it!

#harrison wells #the flash cw #the flash #the flash fanfiction #eowells #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader #eobard thawne

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unreliablesnake · 8 months

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So Eowells kinda voluntarily changes his younger version's life by marrying Nina and making Eobard hate the both of them for this. So now I'm facing the consequences of my own actions by having a headache from trying to figure out how it would affect Eowells' life. Would things change and would he slowly forget he ever loved her? I'm an idiot. But whatever, I'll use the shows inconsistent logic and bullshit my way through this.

#eowells #harrison wells #eobard thawne #the flash #reverse flash #fanfiction

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icedteaandoldlace · 7 months

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Lace's Official Ranking of Couples from The Flash

22: Hartley and EoWells

Not really sure if they should count as a canon couple, but here they are, anyway.

So, I don't ship them in the sense that they're a ship that I would root for in canon or seek out fanfiction for, and I'm not really emotionally invested in their relationship at all. But just the same, I find their murky canon dynamic fascinating, and I LIVE for meta analyzing and overanalyzing their interactions and pointing out all the ways in which yes, they're totally canon to some degree. On all levels except physical, I am eating popcorn and turning them over under a microscope. So much drama and so much subtext. If anyone on this show was gonna get a soap opera spin off, it's these two.

#The Flash #Ranking Flash Couples #Eobard Thawne #Hartley Rathaway #ReversePiper

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kitkatt0430 · 2 months

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🌹✂️

🌹Most recent line from a WiP

The rats were excited to be playing spy and were quite pleased at how easy the infiltration part of things went. Namely, Hartley brought them in his backpack that he had taken to toting his laptop around in.

From The Pied Piper of Central City. The rats are eager to help protect the city with Hartley. Central City is their nest too, after all. :D

✂️Cut Plot Lines

From the same fic, I've decided to streamline it some from the initial plot ideas I posted about. Initially I'd intended for Hartley to sort of have a break in the middle from dealing with EoWells in order to go after a crook of some kind that he heard about in the news, establishing himself as the Pied Piper in that manner... but I realized as I was writing it'd derail the main plot way too much to do it that way. So I'm leaving that out. Instead the rats will be helping out by snooping on Harrison for Hartley, gaining him some important inside info for the final confrontation with EoWells.

And, of course, the ending will establish Hartley taking on the moniker of the Pied Piper, so while it's a cut plot, the important parts of it won't be totally lost. And that means the name of the fic still works since it's still Hartley's origin story as the Pied Piper.

#thanks :D #kitkatt0430 answers #emoji ask meme #the flash #fanfiction #hartley rathaway

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shrinkthisviolet · 2 months

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5, 9, 10, 17 for the fanfiction ask game :-D

5. The fic you’re most proud of writing?

i still love you (i promise) 💞 longest fic I've ever written, and one of the most challenging. But it was fun! I apparently love it so much that I'm writing another fic exploring the back half of it from BARRY'S POV 😅

9. Biggest pet peeve while writing?

THE FIGHT SCENES they're a struggle 😅

10. Best/funniest comment you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

eowells, i see you mf manipulating morgan (really everyone) into disliking tina. count your days, i'm coming for you, you psychotic banana.

ohsalamanders, one of my dear enablers 😂💞 I love her

17. Favorite AU to write?

Time travel AUs 🥰 mine are currently on the backburner at the moment (still being worked on, just more slowly), but they remain near and dear to my heart

(And if you mean which of my big AUs (Morgan, Lucy, Bumizumi, CK, etc) is my favorite...I plead the fifth 😅 I'm not picking a favorite "child"!)

fanfic ask game!

#fanfic ask game

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samanthalightning · 3 years

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She's Got A Date- EoWells x Allen!reader- Part 8 (Alternate Ending)

*Credits to the owner of this GIF*

A/N: Welcome back y'all!! God, I missed writing so much. I just want to thank @elfwoodfae for requesting this, and having so much patience with my writing speed lol. Aside from being an amazing person, she also writes equally amazing stories. So if you have the time, please check it out. Here's the link

Warnings: FILTHY SMUT. Angst (as per usual). Grumpy Cisco lol

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This world can hurt you

It cuts deep and leaves a scar

Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

And nothing breaks like a heart

How did it get to this? You do not know. All of the past few weeks were a blur, and yet the horrors of it never seems to be forgotten. They lingered and taunted you, made you afraid in your own home. Of him.

You hurled out to the hallway, sprinting straight into the elevator. The adrenaline fueled you ten times more than a drug would. You injected him with something to destabilize his speed, and you don't know how much time that bought you, you just needed him to get out. From what you just saw, heard and discovered. You can't recover from that. You keep on pressing the button, even if you knew it wouldn't increase the speed to get down. Minutes that felt like eternities, you reached the garage level. The burn in your lungs and the sore of your legs was replaced by a percolating relief, as you run for your car's direction, getting near it. But you can't escape this.

Your chance flies with the wind, when a whoosh of wind brushes against you. In a blink of an eye, the evil speedster was right in front of you, and had taken hold of your cheeks tightly.

"I don't wanna hurt you, Y/N. So you have to stop being a brat!" He scolded, gripping your skin so harsh, you began to cry again.

He wrapped his arms around you, more like coddling you like a baby, then sped you away.

He was going too fast to see anything through your mortal eyes, so you closed them. Recovering from your dizzy state, you began to realize he took somewhere underground with large tubes and dim lights. You assumed you didn't stray far away from the lab. Maybe some room yet to be discovered.

Oh, and you were strapped to a chair.

“I know this is exactly how this will go. I tried giving you the easy way, but you’ve never been one to underestimate,” he discussed, tapping the device of sorts in his hands— a helmet that is straight out Professor X’s Cerebro.

You tried to move, wriggle your way out of the straps, which was impossible considering how tight they wrapped around your limbs.

“What is that?” You gulped, your panic skyrocketing as seconds passed.

“This…” He stalked towards you with a sinister smile. You know it can't be good. “Is Plan B.”

You want to trust his words earlier, but you have yet to know the extent of his capabilities. Also, you don't know what this helmet would do to you. It might kill you too.

He immediately put the helmet on your head. "Please, no— please!" You shrieked.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m doing this for us,” he chides. "I love you. And I'll see you."

“I love you.” Those words used to mean so much, now they make your skin, even your own existence prickled with disgust. You felt sick, you felt used far worse than a ragdoll or a toy, and you felt like the stupidest person in the world. To think you wanted to build a life with this person— this monster.

He kissed your forehead tenderly, then moved to your lips. You did your best to pull away, but he only cupped your chin to deepen the kiss.

When he pulled away, he had the biggest, proudest smirk ever.

“Har-”

I heard you on the phone last night

We live and die by pretty lies You know it, oh, we both know it

These silver bullet cigarettes

This burning house, there's nothing left

And just like that, you felt the jolts of electricity coursing from your head down to your toes. Screams and pleas cascaded out of your mouth. You tried to fight against and break free, it's like it increases the voltage the longer you put up a fight. It's stretching and pulling the strings of your mind, you feel like you're about to lose your own head. You felt so helpless. You looked at him, begging him to stop, though he's so convinced of his plan. He just watched you. You knew you were gonna die. You were getting weaker and drained as the time passed. You wondered why it ever led to this, you just wanted a happy family. Why must it always be taken away from you?

Your eyes rolled up, and just before it closed, tears escaped. The last thing you thought of before everything went black was your daughter. You don't know what he's going to do with her. You prayed to God that Barry finds her and saves her.

Well, nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save us now

At the West's residence, five people are doing his undoing. Or at least, attempting to.

It seems they were arguing, as Caitlin opposes some theories. She couldn't still wrap her head around the idea of their mentor being a villain. Barry abruptly sensed the impending danger, looking over his shoulder to listen carefully. Joe noticed Barry no longer listening to them and was all rigid. He was to ask, but he saw the man in yellow speed inside, circling around them. He took out his gun, alerting everybody.

“What the hell?!” Cisco exclaimed.

Caitlin was abruptly pulled out and taken away.

“Barry!” She shrieked and reached out, but Barry wasn't fast enough.

"Caitlin!”

“Shoot!” Eddie cursed, panicking.

They swiveled their heads trying to catch sight of him and attempted to nick him.

He came after the other detective.

“Joe! No!” Barry screamed.

Then it was Cisco.

“Barry, He-”

“Cisco!”

Soon, the other detective.

Once they're all gone, he comes face to face with the Reverse Flash. Barry bursted out of the house and into the city. Chasing each other's tails, they circled around the city, it's citizens witnessed the colors of streaks, the summer breeze burnt their cheeks flushed.

Well, there's broken silence

By thunder crashing in the dark

And this broken record

Spin endless circles in the bar

Barry opted to outrun him, knowing he wouldn't do anything good to his friends if he's dead. Though the Scarlet Speedster pivot, he was caught off-guard as the enemy anticipated it. He was thrown flying to the trash bin in some dark alley.

He grunted, attempting to stand up, as he appeared before him. “What did you do to them?" He demanded.

“Don't worry, Barry. They’ll be fine,” he answered in his Reverse-Flash voice.

“It's you, isn't it?” He seethed, eyes piercing. And he swore he saw him smirking. “What do you want?”

He stopped phasing and took off his mask. Barry was right and never in his life had he wanted to be more wrong. He was manipulated and betrayed by his own mentor.

“My family,” the Doctor replied. “Now, cooperate. She would hate to see you gone.”

He lunged at him, then everything around Barry went dark.

He went to where his little light was. Home. Peering over the crib, he saw she was still deep in sleep amidst the chaos that's going to unfold. She looked so small and fragile, two month old. Joe said she looked like you, even your Dad when you showed him pictures. But you knew that her eyes are like his— Blue like the ocean, but a hint of green you wondered where she got it from, though it's expression never ceased to be mysterious and curious.

“Hey there, princess,” he murmured. “I know what Daddy did wasn't good, but he has to do it to keep family together.” Henrie barely moved when he caressed her soft cheek with the pads of his thumb, instead found comfort and familiarity under his touch. It was unsurprising, he's her father after all. “Besides, it's never fun to be good, right?” He smirked when his daughter cooed, and took it as an answer. Oh, he was never filled with this kind of pride and happiness— all worth the sinister acts.

This world can hurt you

It cuts you deep and leaves a scar

Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart

Mhmm, and nothing breaks like a heart

First missed game night in years for a date night. And Joe apparently invited everyone, and you're to miss it. Sucks, but you gotta admit, a night out ain't so bad. And you know that Joe and the rest of the gang will keep an eye on her your whole date, and their game night.

"So, where y'all staying tonight?" Iris asked from across the living room, cuddling with Eddie at the end of the couch.

You laughed, giving the man standing beside you a side-eye— only because he deserved it. He maintained his stoic expression as always, but you know he's swimming in joy having all the secrets.

"I don't know. This guy is keeping it as a secret,"

"Aww. That's so exciting!" Iris exclaimed.

"It is, when you're not dying of curiosity," you seethed, glancing up to him, and scrunching your nose to prove your point about the fun you're not having.

He didn't react, instead gave you a quick peck, as if that's to amend his secretive nature.

When he pulled away, he whispered to you, "We have to go now,"

You nodded with a frown. You hugged the now 14-month old, chucky and chubby Henrie in your arms. It's hard to say goodbye. The dread, anxiety and guilt that sits on your chest at the mere thought of going out and not bringing dear Henrietta is heightened right now.

A pair of large hands travel down your waist to give it a squeeze. You already know what it means. As if on cue, she reached out to her father and said her first and favorite word, much to your dismay.

“Da-da.” Harrison gladly took her.

“You go be a good girl to Poppop, okay?” You told her. “We'll miss you. We'll be back before you know it.” You kissed her forehead tenderly.

"She'll be fine, Y/N," Barry assured.

Harrison gave your daughter a kiss on the cheek, before handing her to your older brother’s arms.

“No carousing around the city, and no— listen to me, Barry— no ice cream!” You chided Barry with a stern look.

Frankly, he was annoyed, especially because he vowed to be the coolest uncle in the world. But Barry has yet to say it, but it was only two years ago, you were his baby sister that he had always looked after and teased for fun. Now you're a mom, nagging him for what and what nots— having an actual child to look after. You radiate a different energy now, formerly childish and clumsy; something more mature (even more than him) enveloped you, your smile and gestures are gentle. But you're still raining on his parade. His head snapped from her to you with disbelief etched on his face. There it is. That look. You're the party pooper again. You frowned.

“Come on, Y/N. You can't deprive people of ice cream. And it’ll be fun! Uncle Barry and Henrie time!” He insisted, bouncing Henrie and lifted her hand, gesturing as if they were partying and dancing. Your girl happily giggling in return. Seems like agreeing with Uncle Barry.

“Well, it wasn't fun last time. She got a stomach ache and we were up all night.” You continued angrily. “Iris, can you watch him?”

“Yup.” Iris nodded with a grin.

Barry blinked and gasped, offended (fauxly) by the request.

“Watch me? She gave her the Mint Chocolate Chip one to try maximum flavors!” He stated, pointing a finger at Iris. She was stunned, it quickly flickered to fuming at him.

You internally scoff, they'll never get angry at each other for more than 5 minutes. The next minute they'll wind up at the Jitters' rooftop in the late hours of the night, talking about anything regarding being the Flash for an article, they say. You had warned them about how the meetings can't be a good thing, but they assured you that no funny business is going on. Physically, but emotionally, mentally, even if they don't realize it and chalk it up as old Barry and Iris.

Yes, Barry is trying to move on with the rest of the world, coming to terms that Iris West is not the only girl in the world, that he'll find his lightning rod. You love Eddie— he's a good man— but you know that was a bunch of bullcrap, because you lived with them enough to know that they'll never find anyone better than one another. Shame that they're as slow as snails to realize it.

“Ooh, Barry Allen— snitches get stitches!” Eddie shook his head.

“Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Uncle Fun and Auntie Flavor,” Joe chuckled.

“Thank you, Joe,”

You clasped your hand together, mustering the strength you have left, before you change your mind about leaving. "Okay, guys. We'll all see you later!"

Everyone stood up, and went for a quick hug. Not something that's odd, but it's just that you see each other everyday, and will see each other tomorrow, so it seems so weirdly affectionate. They usually just say bye.

“Have fun on your date night," Caitlin whispered kindly to you, as she held onto the hug. You thanked her, before letting go.

"Yes. I hope you enjoy your date. Bliss of union is something beyond the expression of words. I remember when Clarissa and I—"

"Dude, TMI." Cisco whispered to the professor through his gritted teeth. Unbeknownst to you, they all shot the Professor a look.

“Good luck with her tonight," Harrison told the gang.

Ronnie shrugged, barely hearing the warning. Foolish, optimistic and amateur, you thought.

"Eh, it's a good practice, 'case Cait and I decided to have one of these,"

"In three to five years." Caitlin sidled up to him, a hand placed on his chest, and the silver band on her finger glinted against the light. It took you back to that intimate ceremony almost 5 months ago.

"In three to five years.” He repeated, as if receiving an order from a commander. He then smirked, he ghosted his wife’s ear, voice dropping low, and you do not know if it's intended or not. "Besides, that leaves a whole lot of room for practice.”

You blinked, taken aback. Harrison merely cleared his throat, and Caitlin’s eyes and mouth agape, flushed and scandalized. Ronnie grinned like a sick bastard.

"You better be just talking about this baby.” Cisco murmured, taking a sip of his drink. He turned to Henrie beside him.

"Instead of listening to this man, listen to Uncle Cisco's new project, it doesn't involve smooching all day,” he stated bitterly in a baby voice. You were offended, though you will admit that more than half of the team being a couple does distract people sometimes.

The subjects of the affection rolled their eyes and reacted negatively.

"Oh come on. You know it's because it's all you talk about. The only person in the precinct who can understand what you're saying is Barry," Eddie piped in.

"I think we should head out before we witness a tantrum. Cisco often has it worse than Henrie.” The doctor whispered from behind. You hit his chest with the back of your palm.

"Shut up."

"Oh no, he's right," Joe chimed in.

Cisco heard him, shooting daggers at your old man. He began stomping to the kitchen in retreat, and as good friends do, you all laughed at him.

Despite the amount of hugs you received tonight, there's one person you wouldn't mind having a thousand hugs from. You opened your arms, beckoning to Joe. He obliged, though you were caught off guard. He held onto you for dear life, as if you're off somewhere far and long. Tighter than he did when you left for college. As you both let go, you felt the heaviness of everyone’s on you. There was something in their eyes that made you feel as though you weren't informed. You are becoming concerned and your face begins to etch it.

"What?" You asked, puzzled.

"Nothing." How they were so quick to answer it and the speed of their head swiveling is ridiculously suspicious.

You saw Joe's head craning his head up, training his eyes up even though there's nothing to look at up the ceiling. Then, you caught it. His eyes gleamed, almost.

"Joe, are you crying?" You asked, stunned.

He shook his head vigorously, but an audible sniffle was heard by everyone.

"No. I'm fine. You should go, have fun being childless tonight.”

You were to inquire more, but he began pushing you out of the house.

"O-okay. Bye! We’ll call!” You shouted as the door was slammed shut on your face.

You looked at your partner, who shrugged and was seemingly baffled as you were. You were itching to know what is up, the door is closed and you are going to be late. So you headed off.

As soon the door was shut, everyone stared at Joe. The boys were trying not to burst out in laughter, though the girls were a little sympathetic with the old man.

“Way to be subtle, Joe,” Barry quipped.

“Shut up, Barry," he retorted, as plopped down on his arm chair.

We'll leave each other cold as ice

And high and dry, the desert wind

Is blowin', is blowin'

When it comes to (the numbered) date nights, Harrison always has and always will keep the details to himself. At this point, you just try not to question anything at this point. You just get a smirk from him now. It's an improvement to your relationship, but it's utterly annoying.

You got into this fancy restaurant. As always, with multiple courses of food. You aren't complaining, as it's a nice treat every once in a while, especially having almost no to little time to make a proper dinner or lunch.

Now, he's driving to the hotel; Venazzi, you assumed.

Satisfied, full and honestly, pampered, you beamed as you gazed at him lovingly and lost. Stern and so focused on maneuvering the road, which you oddly adored. You wonder how you got so lucky with someone who was willing to give you everything.

Everyone talks about the one who made their beats fast, or skipped a beat, but it seems like the one who puts your heart at ease and awe is so rarely spoken about. Rare, but he's right here with you.

Your hand crept to his hand on the clutch, and as usual, he let go of it to open up his palm to connect with yours, fingers began to intertwine tightly.

"I love you. Thank you," you whispered to him.

"I love you too." He smiled, taking your hand to his lips and planted it on the skin on the back of your palm.

You exhaled. “I should be the one organizing all of this, because you have been doing so well with therapy. Dr. Kramer said that you’ve been doing quicker than most patients,”

“All because of you,” he murmured.

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow, as if scolding him for not mentioning it. You know he loves you, but it's not nice to discredit those who had involvement in the progression of how things are today.

“And Cisco. And Barry. And Caitlin," you continued.

“Yes, indeed,” he chuckled with a nod.

You grinned, rolling your eyes. You stayed silent for the rest of the ride, expecting to pull up at the hotel's driveway. Imagine your surprise when you realize you're not heading there. He pulled up at where you were all just hours ago, and everyday for the last two years. Freaking STAR Labs.

The bemusement couldn't be more etched on your face. You looked at him and asked, "What are we doing here?"

"Just trust me," he assured.

You stared at him, even more bewildered. He gazed back, wordlessly stating to just do as he says. Shaking your head, you just went along with it. If you made it this far with him, you'll be fine.

You walked around the old lobby, more like he let you wander; dark, as you all agree not to turn on any lights, as this place is barely even utilized. You feel so small inside of it with the sheer darkness and nothingness of it. It's lifeless, yet each time you enter this building you are whisked away with the countless mornings and evenings briefing memories. The special spot by the bannister that is in the center of the building is where the Doctor always made his speech. First time you ever saw him. You've come so far from that girl who just is a story down watching him, admiring him.

You spun around to face your partner.

You all headed for the elevator, and to add to your growing confusion, you headed for the cortex. You entered the room, as you do every single day for work. There's nothing special, it's dimmer than usual, probably due the fact it's like after hours.

"So, this is where you plan to whisk me away for the rest of the weekend, huh?" You joked with a cheeky grin to lighten up the mood.

"Don't I whisk you everyday?" He bit back to your surprise.

So you continued your little game. Stroking your chin with a pout, seemingly thinking hard.

"Hmm… sometimes your game's been lacking," you stated, holding back a laugh knowing how well that will piss him off.

"Lacking, huh?" He scoffed. He grabbed you by the waist, silencing your squeal with a kiss. He was so into it. So hungry and feverish; joyful, even to the point that the wind was knocked out of you. You reckoned it was just the thrill of having not to hear a baby cry in the background, as he smooches you.

His hands wandered a bit far down and gave your butt a hearty squeeze. He was getting a little excited and sidetracked. You pulled away from the thought of still having no idea why you were back.

"You still haven't told me why we're here," you said, breathless. You saw the way his jaw clenched and his lips pressed together. He's got something up on his sleeve, and he will torture you with waiting.

He exhaled sharply, before stealing a kiss from you. You took a seat on your usual spot, stared at him, brows arose that screamed what could you possibly be here for. He smirked, much to your dismay. One day, you'll be married to this man, and still be clueless about him.

"This is where you came to me. After the accident, you offered to do anything just to watch your brother," he explained.

"You kindly took in that mess," you murmured gratefully. The grin never left his face. A new record, you thought.

"Best decision I ever made." He stated proudly.

"I also confronted you here. Both times,"

Still very vivid to you how that night went. Oh, you made him work for it. First was beating around the bush with your feelings, then the whole secret relationship fiasco. Seems like it all happened yesterday.

"Almost lost you both times, too,"

"You couldn't possibly." He pulled you for yet another kiss with the same intensity as before, as though the act of it is like an addictive drug he cannot resist.

You pulled away, slightly absorbed his odd cheerfulness.

"Where to next?" You joked.

"Just follow me, please," he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out to the hallway at a speedy pace. You feel teenagers sneaking about in a place they should definitely not to make-out just not to get interrupted.

You ended up in a very familiar, nostalgia-inducing storage room near the particle accelerator. You huffed, exasperatedly with all the walking and having no literal idea what's going on.

"This is where we kiss and make-up," You mocked, copying his voice, grandously opening your arms. You thought he was gonna shoot you glare, but he cracked a chuckle. You were so perplexed, it seems like nothing can bring him down tonight.

"Yes. Where you had the most ridiculous idea to date,"

You rolled your eyes. He still hasn't lived it down. Joe was a bit grumpy for a while, but he got used to it.

"It went well, Harrison. And if we hadn't come out by then, pretty sure we'll be having a pregnancy reveal that'll make you thankful that you were in a wheelchair," you reasoned.

And the pregnancy wasn't his favorite thing as well.

You heard him scoff. "Pretty sure that's exact scenario with Joe then,"

"He was much calmer," you argued with a sigh.

"With the silent treatment?" He snarked back.

You frowned and relented. He didn't like how Joe was during the first months of the pregnancy. You were crying every night, afraid you were never going to fix your relationship with him. It was a lot of stress for the three of you.

You left the storage room, and headed for the next part of this random tour. He didn't speak on your way to the next destination in the lab, his jolly aura had vanished and he succumbed back to himself. You didn't know if he didn't like the discussion earlier or was just being mysterious as ever. And of course, you're more anxious than ever; worried, yes, but the knot you feel in your stomach suggests something far more than dread, beyond pinpointing or perhaps you're just too confused to put the pieces together.

You know where you're heading, but don't actually know what's going on down there.

Once you reached the break room, you thought to see the usual set up, absence of light and life. No, you couldn't be more wrong. The furniture was gone, the room was illuminated warmly by the sheer quantity of candlelights, along with a myriad of petals littered on the floor; it was magical.

Slacked jaw and frozen on the spot, his fingers slipped into yours, tugging gently as he guided to the center of the room, the only part that seemingly lacks the decor. Just like that, the sweet melody played. He put your arms on his shoulder, his hands on hips, swaying perfectly with the rhythm.

There it is again: that freaking indecipherable face, that you're slowly getting to know; usually too overwhelmed inside to ever conjure an expression.

"What?" You asked.

He sighed softly, clearly holding something back. "Remember after night after you told me you can't dance around your feelings anymore. All those things I said?" Your brows drew together, shaking your head. Truth is, a lot happened after that and it's better to let him tell all rather than go through them one-by-one.

"You went on a date," he answered.

Ah. That. Yep. He was a nice guy, don't remember his name, but it went well as far as you remember. "What about it?"

"What about it?" He chuckled wryly, as if that made sense. He exhaled, locking eyes with you with a gleam that you can't recognize. Your heart beating fast, a feeling stirring inside that's making you worried.

"You came back here after that, and I was here too. Exhausted, stressed— all of the things that can't possibly be good, we're feeling that night. Then, you've always been so beautiful in my eyes, but there was something that night when I saw you in that red dress." His voice cracked, and he paused to collect himself.

That's why he made you wear a red dress.

You gasped internally, your mouth was too dry, you feel like you won't be able to speak. Tears brimming your eyes, because he spoke to you in a way that was too powerful, and the events of that night are coming back to you.

"I wanted to hit myself so badly, for making up excuses, for holding back, and all I could think about is how much I screwed up. And how I was screwed," he whispered. "And amongst other things, how foolish I would be if I didn't kiss you."

And he did. He kissed you that night with all the tension, passion and desperation for one another that was forced to be dormant. You gripped his shoulder to get a grip of yourself. He just knows when to say the most perfect things. You are so confused, as many times you've stated it, no one could possibly comprehend it like you do, as it is the only thing you understand. You're emotional over his new love declaration, you're at your day job that's been redecorated, and you don't know what it's for.

"Harrison—" you choked on your words.

For the first time you realized that his breathing is a little uneven. Heartbeat is a little bit speedy. He wasn't being clingy— he's nervous.

He wiped off your tears, cupping your cheeks and holding your hand, as he stared at you so enamored.

“Y/N Allen, I love you far more than I thought I could. You restored something in me— something long gone," He breathed out. "You make me feel alive; I breathe for you, I live for you, my whole world revolves around the warmth of your smile. You are the second of every day I want to cherish for the rest of my life,"

“Harrison, what's going on?” You shakily asked.

"You gave me the greatest gift; my own family," he said. "So if you would be so kind and generous to give me one more thing, it will make me the happiest man in the universe."

Holding your hand still, he began to get down on one knee. Your mouth agape, registering what is finally happening.

“Marry me, Y/N Allen." He took out a small, velvet from his pocket, opening it slowly to reveal a shiny ring that shimmered against the moonlight.

You saw his eyes glint, not with mysteriousness, mischief or curiosity. Of tears. Of joy. You broke down into tears, your hands flew to your mouth. You bent over, taking it all in. It took a while for you to speak because you were sobbing hysterically. You reckoned he was on his knees for too long so you mustered up the only thought you have.

“That's not really asking, but yes," you choked out. “I’ll marry you.”

He laughed, escastically slipping on the ring on your finger. He leapt to his feet, not giving you a chance to admire it on your finger, he swung his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and crashed his lips against yours. Your heart was soaring with joy, the thunderous beats of it screamed it. It felt very wet, as you couldn't control the tears; it was messy, but hearty nonetheless. You could stay there forever, but the steadiness of your breath was slipping away.

Panting, you pulled away. His forehead rested against yours, you continuously sobbed, as you both whispered nothing but 'I love you'd to each other, which led to another kiss. He kissed you again ardently, taking you away from this world. You never felt so lost in something intangible, and you can't quite place it, but your heart yearned for it, searched for it, begged for it, and now, you have really found it— you have found the one.

The kiss was intensifying every moment. His hands ever gripped your hips, pressing you closer to his body. His lips with a mind of its own detached from your lips to hover over your ears, finally planting them on the skin of your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck and you couldn't help but elicit a moan.

The warmth in your belly spreads and grows like rapid fire, and your wandering hands are the fuel to it; from his chest down to his abs, he squeezed your rear, and your hand found his clothed hardness, palming it. The grunt you received from him satisfied you. He fiddled hastily with the zipper of your dress, undoing them. They slipped down to the ground and your bra was thrown inside, along with his blazer that you worked off of him. You shivered, feeling a breeze against your body, your nipples pebbled, and oh, he immediately ravished them so hungrily, kneading the other one, breast milk dripping off it. Your teeth dug on your lower lip at the sensation. You can already feel your wetness growing.

"Leave some for our kid," you joked breathlessly. It's like he didn't get it and proceeded to the other side. He may have said something about it being sweet before.

You busied yourself with undoing the buttons of his shirt until you were able to take it off him. You ran your arms against his taut back and to his abs you so adore. Your breath hitched, as his hand slid down to the waistband of your underwear, and to your shock, he ripped them off. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips knocking the air out of you again. He adored the fact that it's all wet, all because of him. He pushed two fingers inside, building up friction, before swirling your clit expertly in 8 figures. Your screams of pleasure were muffled. Abruptly, he pulled away, turning you around to face the entrance to the balcony, but his fingers never stopped.

"Thank you." He whispered, rasped.

"What do you mean?" Your mind was too fogged to even think.

"For being mine," he replied tenderly.

You heard his belt unbuckle, and of course, the excitement rushed to you. He pressed against his hardness against wetness, rubbing it up and down, before slipping into your warm velvety sheath, moans escaping your mouths. Slow, his pace at first; he took his time to be gentle, even kissing your shoulder. It was torturous, but so, so good.

"Babe," you begged, biting your lips.

"I know," he assured.

Then, his hips bucked and slammed into you like a crazed man. It hits your cervix, stimulating your bundles of nerves at the same speed. Your hand flew to his shoulder, and held on it for dear life— and you screamed. You screamed really loud due to all the sensation you're feeling. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, you gripped on his hair, his head buried in the crook of your neck. His grunt was loud enough for you to hear and it drove you wild; the drug of being filled and pleasured was taking over your mind rather quickly. Overwhelmed, you orgasmed with a shattering scream, arching your back.

He removed himself, turning you around to face him now. Huffing, you smiled at him, which he returned. The glee on the man was palpable, he didn't have to say anything.

He pressed you towards him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your lips met again, he caressed the line of your spine down to your butt. He hoisted you up to cling on his torso.

He walked to the adjacent wall leaning you against it, making you realize how truly hot your body was because of how cold it felt behind your back. You felt the tip of girth entering your folds, happy about being filled again. He didn't make the effort to take his time, thrusting in and out with an incredible force, your eyes rolled back at the sensation and mewled at the brief window between him reaching that spongy part. His biceps were clenched, a hand firm on your hips, as they supported you and guided as you bounced on him. The other cradled your neck. Your legs locked around his waist.

Remember what you said to me?

We were drunk in love in Tennessee

And I hold it, we both know it

You ran the pads of your thumb against his cheek. You were in awe of the sight of him, how the candlelight illuminated his features. He just looked so perfect. So focused on making you feel good, sweaty, his glasses had gone foggy, and reeks of sex, sure— he was utterly perfect and so right. You lay your sweaty foreheads together, panting, grunting and moaning; the tender moment of vulnerability, and the reality of it all sinking.

This isn't a dream— you can't wake up from it and feel a pang of longing.

Both of your highs were coming, your fingers dug on his taut shoulder, in tears once again, as he thrusted inhumanly fast into your cunt. Your moaning gradually gets louder, along with his guttural groan as the ecstasy burns in your lower belly and veins, your velvety walls clamped down on him, quivering as the catharsis overwhelmed you. The silks of white ribbon surrounded them.

Breathing so heavily, your limbs limp, and strength has yet to come to you. You couldn't let go of him though. You just wanna hang on to this moment. Your hand traveled down his wet chest, your eyes shifting on the glimmering band on finger. You still can't believe it.

"I'm going to marry you," you sobbed.

"You will," he rasped. "I love you,"

"I love you too. I love you so much,"

He wiped down your tears, and kissed you in a way that's comforting and warming.

You pulled away, grinning ear-to-ear. You don't even know what to say, seems like words will never sum up how it all is.

“That's why he was crying,” you blurted out.

“Hmm?”

You glanced up to him. “Joe. He was crying. He knew, didn't he?”

“I reckon Joe would appreciate it if I let him know." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How did you get him to agree?” You inquired.

If people think that after having a baby, Joe would become any less protective or critical of the Doctor, they couldn't be more wrong.

He exhaled sharply, as shook his head.

“He didn't at first, but I can be persuasive when I have to,” he answered.

“Thought that was me?” You chortled.

“Well, you certainly have your influences, Mrs. Wells,”

“Soon-to-be Mrs. Wells. You have to put a second ring on it, Mr. Wells,” you teased, motioning your left hand.

“Challenge accepted." He planted a quick kiss on your lips. He makes the word 'lucky' such an understatement. You thank God for your persistence, or else you would've missed the start of your life.

"I can't wait to spend forever with you," you whispered to him, intertwining your hand with his.

"May it never be enough time to be with you,"

He kissed your forehead tenderly. And you know, deep in your heart. The chaos, they will come and they will stay, but you have found the one to weather the storm with. You are never going to let him go.

This is really it. The beginning of forever.

Nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save us now

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Fanclub; Chapter 1

EoWells x Reader

Some of the STAR Labs employees have a secret fanclub where they discuss Harrison Wells and share pictures they take when they think he isn't looking. Problem is it's not quite as secret as they think it is. The man himself seems to have taken an interest in the the little group, finding it to be the perfect place to find willing partners to satisfy his needs. And you're his next pick.

Work is dying down for the evening at STAR Labs. Chemists are checking that all the storage units are set to the proper temperatures. Engineers are making sure that everything that needs to be powered down is. Lab techs are cleaning up their stations. But nearly everybody is discussing their plans for the weekend.

There is one worker who is not engaging in such conversations. You are currently crammed between two sections of machinery, determined to get this wiring finished before leaving for the day. That way, Monday, bright and early your team can start doing test runs.

You are not engaging in conversation with others but rather are talking to yourself as you work. “Some red over here, blue wire over there.” Your grin would light up the room if anybody could see it. “I just love when a color-coded array comes together.” There’s a buzz on your right butt-cheek, and you squeal in surprise.

“Everything alright in there?” One of the other scientists looks up from the desk.

“Yeah, Bri,” you extract yourself from the machine parts. “My phone just went off, and I thought something shocked me.”

“Girl, I can not tell you how often that happens to me,” Bri takes her purse from a drawer and a jacket off the chair. “So, what are your plans for the weekend. More number crunching?”

You pull your phone from your back pocket. “Actually my college roommate is having a bachelorette party tonight. So I said I would swing by the bar for a bit.”

“Sounds fun,” Bri gives a wave before heading to the door. “Don’t party too hard.”

She returns the wave before opening a group chat app on her phone to see what the notification is about.

KittyCat42; O.M.G did you see Dr. Wells today? a shirt THAT tight can not be workplace appropriate!!!

Attached is a photo taken from a smartphone at an angle in which the subject does not seem to be aware their picture is being taken. Dr. Harrison Wells is leaning over a desk, examining something on a monitor. Kitty is right; his shirt is very tight, his biceps bulge through the long black sleeves.

You grin, considering sending a reply, but another message comes in first.

YummyBitch73; Think he’s got plans? Looking that good, he’s got to be going out tonight.

Your thumbs move across the screen to type a quick response.

BabyDoll14; Maybe he has a date tonight?

KittyCat42; wonder who the lucky girl is?

You lean against a nearby workbench, smirking at the screen.

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On the other side of the lab, somebody picks up their phone to check the barrage of notifications coming in. They chuckle before adding their own two cents.

Speedy22: Hey, who knows, it could be a lucky guy.

YummyBitch73: Oh you wish, he is a lady killer through and through

BabyDoll14: I mean, who are we to judge if it’s a lucky lady or gent. Maybe he swings one way, maybe he swings both ways. Who cares, we’re just here to talk about his ass behind his back.

“Speedy’ nods, almost respecting the woman on the other side of the screen for staying objective about objectifying her boss.

Speedy22: Speaking of ass, I got this one yesterday

He opens his gallery and scrolls until an ‘appropriate picture is found. A nice shot of Dr. Wells from behind; the quality is incredible for a smartphone shot. The man’s shirt is riding up, showing a nice strip of the skin of his back, even a bit of where his boxers rise above the waistband of his hands.

YummyBitch73: Damn Speedy, you always get the good ones. You’ll have to teach me some photography lessons sometime.

KittyCat42: what kind of camera are you using? The quality is so gooooood.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice draws his attention away from his device. “Are you staying late again tonight?”

Harrison Wells takes a breath to look her up and down, mentally running through his mind all the employees to try and remember who it is at his office door. “I’ll be headed out soon; I just have to wrap some things up.”

He recalls who she is when he sees the look she’s giving him. Brianna Masters, a specialist working down in Lab C. She would have had to go out of her way to get to his office before leaving. Self-proclaimed president of the Dr. Wells Fanclub, he had just been interacting with the group chat of; after the former president left with a job offer at Mercury Labs. She had been making goo-goo eyes at him since her interview three months ago.

“Well,” Bri twirls a curl of her hair, fluttering her eyelashes. “Harrison, you know I was wondering if you might like to take me out to get some drinks tonight?”

Dr. Wells tries to hide his displeasure at the thought. She wasn’t his type, physically, mentally, emotionally, “I have plans in the morning that require a clear head. Miss. Masters. Now is there anything of importance that you need?” The man was not adverse to flights of fancy to pass the time; he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on the little Fanclub of his if he wasn’t willing to look for ‘interested parties,’ but this particular woman has been of no real interest to him.

For reasons such as how she pouts at his response, “Well, having fun is important.” She mutters before wandering off down the hall, turning her attention to her phone.

YummyBitch73; holy Shit! He just asked me out for drinks. It sucks so much that I have to drive out to Coast City; I”d have taken him up in a heartbeat otherwise.

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Back in Lab C, you finally finish with the maintenance on the machine. You check your phone once more while heading over to the desk and nearly cackle at what you’re reading. Everybody knows that Bri is full of shit, but there’s no point in calling it out and causing discourse.

You mute the phone to focus on your computer. While humming a quiet tune, you work on moving files to the USB stick plugged into the monitor.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing the download time in comparison to the clock on the screen. Of course, you could just leave it be, take the weekend off. It’s not like you get paid extra to run calculations at home.

17 minutes later

“Nonononono, wait, please!” You’re half running to the street as the bus pulls away, leaving you in the illuminated circle of a streetlamp, cursing yourself. That was going to be the last bus coming this way for the night. If you walk home, you’ll never make it in time to change for the party. You might not even make the event at all. You pace up and down the sidewalk, contemplating your options.

A car pulls up beside you, tinted window rolling down, “Need a lift?”

You stop, shocked, “Oh, no I…” you pause, looking through the window, “Dr. Wells, hi...hey.” You swallow your pride. “I would really love to get a ride on-with, with you.” Internally you cringe at how that came out, but figure he probably wouldn’t have heard such a minor slip.

The lock clicks open, and you reach for the door.

“Maple Apartments on South 11th street, right?” Harrison glances at you as you get in the car.

You pause before shutting the door, “do I want to know how you know that?”

He laughs, and you jump a bit at it, “I can see how that would sound a little suspicious.” His smile is reassuring, and his blue eyes are kind behind his glasses. “It was on your registration forms when you started. I enter new employee data myself. Total recall can be useful even for small matters.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, shutting the door and buckling in. “I really appreciate this Dr. Wells, I would have been so late tonight if I didn’t get home to change soon.”

“Bit plans tonight?” Harrison asks as he starts driving. Truth is he had suspected you’d be missing her bus. He had seen you running after the last bus or driven past you walking home numerous times out his way out. You had quite the habit of working until the absolute last moment.

You smile, twiddling your thumbs to keep your hands occupied. “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend at the new bar that opened down the street from my place. She’s getting married soon, and since I can’t make the wedding, I promised I would spend at least a couple hours at her bachelorette party.” You aren’t exactly sure why you’re volunteering this information to your boss. It would be inappropriate to be so casual with him; then again, it’s also inappropriate to be part of a Fanclub that secretly takes pictures of him and talks about how great his ass looks.

Harrison ‘hmms’ in thought. “Why can’t you make it to the wedding?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking a moment to take in the way you sit, act, look, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, they scheduled it for a Wednesday, so,” you look towards him just moments after he looks away. The first thing you notice is his hair; whenever you’ve seen him in the morning, it’s perfectly combed and straight, but it seems like as the day went on, it began to take on a life of its own. While the back is still nice and neat, the front is sticking out in all kinds of directions.

“You could have asked for the day off,” Dr. Wells offers, “Am I such a terrible boss that you think I”d deny you some vacation after all your hard work?”

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks at what seems to be a compliment to her work ethic, “Oh no, I don’t think that at all. It’s just that, well, we have so much work to do. Every day we get a little closer to your dreams of the particle accelerator, and I want to contribute absolutely everything I can to that dream.” You smile. “You’re going to do such incredible things for the world of science Dr. Wells, and I don’t want to waste any time that could be spent helping you.”

The man is somewhat stunned by this. He’d attributed her long hours and determination to personal ambition. “What about you? Do you want history to remember you for your achievements?”

You bite your lower lip in thought at the question, “I mean sure, it would be nice to be recognized for my contribution, but,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m more concerned about how my work will impact the world, not so much if I’m remembered for it. Anyways you’re the true genius. I can tell that STAR Labs will make big changes and put humanity on a path towards the future. As long as I get to be a part of that, it’s all I really need.”

Harrison does a low chuckle at your sentiment, amused by the naivety. You speak with such hope and wonder and admiration. If you knew the truth, how horrified would you be? The realization of the end goal of the particle accelerator, the effects across history that your determination would wreak.

He grins, “Well, I am glad to have such a dedicated employee, but I do believe that one off day is not going to hurt our progress.”

You purse your lips, “You don’t come down to Lab C very often; you’d be surprised how off the rails things can go when I’m not there. Anyways I would rather work than go to a wedding. It’s not my kind of scene.”

He can sense that you are holding something back but doesn’t press the issue any further. He’s reached your apartment building anyways.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be more than happy to give you the time off,” he says as he parks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reach for the door handle, “oh, and thank you so much for the ride. I really owe you one.”

Dr. Wells makes a mental note about cashing in that favor later. “You just stay safe and enjoy yourself tonight.” He smiles warmly at you as you wave goodbye, but when the door shuts, his grin turns a bit darker. He watches you walk away, eyes tracing the curve of your figure, resting on the beautiful shape of your rear, right up until you disappear into your building.

As he begins to drive away, he catches sight of himself in the rearview mirror. There is something about this form of his that seems to drive the ladies crazy, and he wasn’t opposed to taking advantage of that. While pulling back into the street and driving away, he thinks on his situation.

For 13 years now, Eobard Thawne has been trapped in this god-forsaken time period. For a while, he had focused solely on his mission, rarely interacting with others unless it served a greater purpose. But he was still a man, subject to desire. At first, it was almost enough to make him regret allowing Harrison Well’s wife to die, she could have filled his needs easily. But that woman had been intelligent; she’d have discovered his identity eventually, so allowing her to die had been for the best.

Still, after a few years of isolation, Thawne had found the need unbearable and began seeing ways to fill the hole that was forming in his chest. Little flings, one-off nights where he indulged his carnal side, allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body before quickly parting ways with them, when he discovered that a fanclub devoted to him had been formed amongst his employees, that made the whole thing easier.

Joining the group chat under a false name was easy enough. It inflated his ego every time he read them discussing how great they thought he looked, and he was more than happy to provide material for them to gush over. And with that, it was like he had been given a list of women who would fuck him with no questions asked. All he had to do was choose. Of course, he has to be wary of those who might get too clingy or go off telling other people. But it’s not that hard to week those types out of the pack.

Thawne notices magenta neon as he’s driving. A club with a grand opening sign out front. He smiles, knowing that now not only does he have a new prey lure in, but the perfect hunting ground as well.

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - The Downfall Of The Reverse Flash (2/3)

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MASTERLIST

Part 1 Part 3

“Flash, we got less than 30 seconds to save Thawne before the timeline resets.”

“All right, get ready, Chester, I'm on my way.”

You tried to stop your bottom lip from quivering as you stood right in front of Eobard, the speedster in the containment cell. Your throat felt dry and blood pounded in your ears as the clock ticked. Your eyes glistened in the light of the labs as you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Your fiancé was fading in and out more frequently; less than 30 seconds and he’d be gone. The team had a timer running and so were your nerves. “No, it can’t end like this,” you whispered with balled up fists, your nails cut into your skin. You dared not to look at the others, especially Iris, for you knew that they initially intended to let your man die. Could you blame them? No, but they would never allow a life to be lost even if it was Eobard, for that would change not just the team but Barry and Iris personally. His death would be another one on their hands – a man that came to them to save his life. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, thinking back to your conversation with Eobard. Everything would be alright – if there’s a will, there’s a way. He knows what he’s doing. He’s Eobard Thawne, the smartest man alive in this time and in his. He’ll always be 10 steps ahead of you, Team Flash. No matter what problem he’s faced with, he’ll always adapt and adjust, like he’s always done. Eobard’s eyes never left yours, all that mattered to him was how you looked at him now, while his life was barely hanging by a thread.

Iris chewed on her bottom lip, eyeing your every move should you manipulate the shadows in the room to strike. While the markswoman does have some sympathy for what you were going through once again, this time Iris won’t forgive you for all the terror Thawne had wrought onto her family – for you to choose him after all this time. Love really is blind. But Iris can’t help the pity in her heart at your suffering once again. You could never have more than a few stable moments with the man you love without something threatening his existence. Then again, he brings it onto himself. If only Thawne could back the fuck off, then everyone would be happy. I still think he deserves to die, that would be one less problem we’d have to face with the whole Despero ordeal.

Caitlin held nothing but annoyance in her being – the feeling of cold anger at all he’s done and said to her two hours prior. The biochemical scientist could care less about what happens to him, but Joe was right, Thawne’s death could change them when it could be prevented on their parts. They’d turn just like him. Brushing her hair out of her face, the scientist can at least relish in the fact that he had once again been reduced to something similar to an aberration – a fitting punishment for messing with the timeline. She can only hope that her friend would learn from this.

The pain that flooded the genius speedster’s body had become suffocating; his breathing had become forced at this point. He rarely felt his hands and his chest felt hollow, the speedster’s legs were the last things keeping him up. “My speed,” Eobard’s voice cracked, that subtle narrowing in his eyes was something only you would understand. The sounds of crackling lightning and the whiplash gust of wind greeted you and the others as Barry had sped into the Speed Lab. Snapping your head back, your eyes met Barry’s as you pushed those tears back. You wouldn’t let them see you beat - you wouldn’t show any sign of weakness, not in front of them. They lost the right to be called your family and to see you so vulnerable. The speedster took in a breath as he eyed your crest-fallen expression and Thawne’s desperation. What had replaced the bitterness behind your eyes was a small glimmer of hope for him to save the love of your life. “I need more time,” the genius speedster had whispered. A pleading request, but the villain knew there was none left to spare him. The timeline had been malleable indeed, bending to his every whim, but Barry’s use of the Time Stone changed that.

“You're out of time, Thawne.”

“Calibration complete,” Chester updated everyone in the room; the team was huddled around the Speed Lab’s monitors. Allegra stood right by where Chester sat – Cecile and Iris stood by each other while Caitlin stood to Allegra’s side, who had a tablet constantly scanning the anomalies that were triggered with Eobard’s body with his temporal fades. Allegra and Chester didn’t really know Thawne, but they could tell how on edge the rest of their friends were around his presence. You, on the other hand, they knew. The Monitor had pulled you off Earth-1 before it was consumed by anti-matter to help save Nash from The Anti-Monitor’s realm, something about your life tied to the lifeline of the Wells. Or that was the explanation that was given to the two of them when you returned to STAR Labs that day and not in cuffs or locked away in the pipeline. While you still opposed Team Flash by siding with Thawne the previous two years, you never made a move to hurt or sabotage them – you wouldn’t kill them either, it violated your code of neutrality. Though you sided with Thawne, they heard you only interfered to even out the playing field by restraining the others for Barry and Eobard to hash things out. Which was something Barry was not a fan of even as they had let you go to resume your life, whatever that pertained to be of, especially with how indebted he was to you for your and Thawne’s contributions in apprehending Godspeed with him. “Go for it.”

You could tell none of them looked particularly happy about their morally right decision. The despise that was sown in you had only grown into a haunting flower of disappointment; how could you have been with these people for so long?

“On my mark, lower the shield.” I can’t believe I’m doing this, but this evens things out. I don’t owe them anything now.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” You shifted your gaze back to your ex-best friend with confusion laced on your face, the speedster licked his lips as he took a half step back but with a steeled expression on his face. “Barry.”

“I’m going to take his speed away,” he answered solemnly, hazel-green hues shifting back to where Thawne stood with a pained expression as he faded in and out once more then remaining tangible for a few seconds longer.

“No!” Came Eobard’s infuriated response with a step towards you and Barry in his as your heart dropped in your chest, eyes widening at Barry’s resolve.

“It’s the only way to save you, Thawne.”

“There’s always another way, Allen.”

“Quit running your mouth, you idiot.” Your abrupt words caused whatever words that Eobard was about to fire at Barry to die in his mouth; shell-shocked at the deafening wrath that escaped with your words. His eyebrows rose at the daggers you threw at him. Eobard swore his mind ‘that’s hot’, but now was definitely not the time for those thoughts. “I can’t lose you – we don’t have time for this,” you placed heavy emphasis on the first part of your words as your eyes softened from the glare you had sent him. Glancing back at Barry your ‘shadows’ instantly circled around him in sharp, deadly bands while shards of ‘darkness’ floated hazardously in the air. No one moved a muscle. Barry schooled his expression at you as you glowered dangerously at the scarlet speedster while he refused to move a centimeter in case you'd stab the vital muscle in his leg again. He felt sweat collect at the back of his neck, chilling his skin at the sharp blades of ‘umbra’ pointed in every direction, one so close to his face that it almost pricked his nose. “Should you hurt him then I will not hesitate to kill you.” The threat hung tightly in the air as your ‘darkness’ disappeared to let him commence with his plan. You released a shaky breath and rolled your shoulders before your eyes landed on where the team stood, the threat extended to them as well whether they anticipated it that way or not. Eobard would not be harmed. The stage was set – the actors were all in place for the final scene of the closing act. The script had been written eloquently; he knew this would be the only way that Barry would come up with and he was willing to go through it with, but not without some theatrics for legitimacies sake. The rising action of the final act.

“You need to stand back, or you’ll get caught in the crossfire,” Barry fired back in a low voice accompanied by a scowl. With pursed lips you took a few reluctant steps off to the left side of Barry. Your eyes moved back to Eobard who only sent you a little nod. I’m here, you mouthed to him as his body flickered, pain filling his tormented expression. You swallowed thickly as you saw Barry charge up his body with gold electricity channeled from his Speed Force, lightning licked up the air around Barry and crackled at every spark. With creased eyebrows, determination to save Thawne’s life adorned the hero’s face. Eobard shook his head, but it was futile, his body was fading out for more than 2 seconds at a time. This ends tonight. “Now.”

Chester pressed the button to lower the force-field shields and Barry instantly shot volts of electricity at Eobard right when the wall vanished, and his body was fully tangible. Your chest tightened at the scene in front of you, gritting your teeth at the screams and groans that came from Eobard. It had been easier said than done. Those screams would haunt you once again as they had done seven years ago in the pipeline. The pain seared throughout this body; his eyes screwed tightly as he felt his body being ripped apart from the one thing that solely made him who he is. It was as if the villainous speedster was being cut in half as he gradually fell down to one knee, the vigorous and intimate connection he had to the Speed Force he had created – all the things he had seen with having his speed. They would be soon gone. A yelp left your lips as the labs shook slightly at the amount of surging power that surrounded Eobard, his red lightning visibly flickering and sparking throughout his body as gold lightning chased out the Negative Speed Force from Eobard’s body. It was almost painfully straining to watch. A beam of negative electricity crackled in the air, shooting upwards towards the ceiling and out the labs. Your hair stood up at the back of your neck from all the energy in the air, you couldn’t feel the massive number of negative tachyons – only Barry’s Speed Force particles as he dropped his hands right as an aura of red drifted out of Eobard before dissipating. Your feet moved quickly onto the platform, sliding on your knees to remain in front of your fiance as his body dropped forward into yours.

“Eo, I’ve got you.” You held him against your body, arms wrapped around him as you allowed him to lean against you as a crutch for him to stand back up. Eobard was rigid under your touch as he panted at the amount of energy that had surged through him and chased out his power source. Your eyes softened at your fiancé’s tired expression; his once dark, black hair had shifted to a lighter brown-blonde color. The loss of his speed also meant the loss of his Enhanced Longevity ability, meaning he was going to age like any other person as he had done at Iron Heights in 2049. His aging wouldn’t be decreased like it had been with his speed as a speedster’s cells are at an increased rate of recovery with decreased recovery time. With even the worst of injuries that would take months of recovery and physical therapy took only a few hours in a speedster’s body. “I’ve got you. I’m here,” You took in a breath as your mind recalled what Eobard had confided in you before his grandiose (extra af) performance to bring Barry to the Central City precinct. The villain could hardly move, his legs felt like they were locking up again as they had when he was getting his speed in spurts. He fathomed the idea of utilizing that damn wheelchair he had been confined to for more than a year. Wiggling his gloved fingers to some extent caused little grunts to escape his lips. His head throbbed and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, but he was alive, yet… Eobard didn’t think that the absence of his speed would be this unbearable, hadn’t anticipated it’d be this hard to breath or move. The genius felt empty - it was different this time. 15 years ago, he had lost it because Barry was no longer the Flash, but that came in spurts as he worked to make Barry the hero that he is today. Then in 2049, he had Cicada’s dagger attached to his chest until execution day, but his connection to the Negative Speed Force had been with him. Now? It was a vastly foreign feeling to him; Eobard didn’t feel like himself. His chest squeezed, he swallowed thickly as a panicked look set in his eyes expertly. Your mind registered the signs – Eobard was starting to have a panic attack and you couldn’t tell if this was part of the act or not. “Hey, look at me. Breathe. In and out,” you repeated the little breathing exercises that you were all-too familiar with to calm him down, he mirrored your breathing actions, nodding. “Just keep looking at me.” Team Flash had fulfilled their role, now Eobard needed to reel himself back in from this. “I’m right. Breathe with me, Eo.” Screwing his eyes shut, the ex-speedster could feel himself calming as his mind pulled him back into the reality of the current situation.

A necessary miscalculation.

“There is no trace of the Negative Speed Force left in your body,” Caitlin announced, her eyes glancing at you calming Thawne down before looking to Iris and Barry. You had it coming, this is your finish line. Cisco should have been here to see this, should have been here to see the agony on Thawne’s face as he stands there without his speed. Powerless.

“Barry, you did it,” Iris followed up, watching her husband take in little breaths. He can’t hurt us anymore or anyone else for that matter. Barry’s eyes moved over to hers and she can see the exhaustion in his body language from short-circuiting Eobard’s Speed Force. All Barry could do was take in a deep, quiet breath then shift his gaze back to you and Eobard, ready to call in the ARGUS agents Laila has sent as per Cisco’s request.

“What exactly... do you think you've done?” Eobard growled, breaking out of your hold and ignoring the noise of protest you made. The genius villain took one slow step towards Barry, but he wasn’t as menacing as before. No, that had been lost when Barry severed his ties to the Negative Speed Force.

“We just saved your life, Thawne,” Barry sneered at Eobard while the rest of Team Flash watched – they had nothing to worry about. Thawne wouldn’t be stupid enough to attempt something without his speed. Even if he did, Barry could easily throw him like a ragdoll into the pipeline. “Don't make us regret it.”

“You think you saved my life? You took my speed. My speed is my life.” Bile rose to his throat as he spat out venom. “You took my life!” Eobard pushed back the thoughts that swirled in his mind, he didn’t need those now as his voice dropped down an octave from shouting at Barry. “And left me in hell.”

“Hey, stop, it’s ok,” you interjected, making a beeline in front of Eobard. Your hands moved on impulse, cupping his face to look at you and to focus on only you. No matter how many times you and he had run through this the sullen look in his icy blue eyes vacant of that red spark broke you. Your gut squeezed at his wounded look. Licking your lips, you whispered closely to avoid the others from hearing you, “You’re alive. We can figure out a way to get you your speed back, but for now just please stay with me.” Though you had an inkling Barry would try to prevent that from happening. Eobard pursed his lips; his chest still hurt, and his body screamed at him for every movement, but his hands still moved to place themselves on top of your own. If it were the right time, the ex-speedster could get drunk off the tenderness in your eyes that was reserved for him only. His heart was yours and yours his.

“What happened to you (Y/N)?” You froze in place, your blood icing over as you craned your neck and dropped your hands from Eobard. Turning your body to the source of the voice, you saw the retired detective walk into the Speed Lab. No doubt he knew what had taken place tonight. You averted your eyes from Joe for a brief moment, schooling your features as you steeled your nerves. “You were like another daughter to me – you were a part of this family.” You finally met Joe’s gaze, taking in the sight of the older detective. He had finally grown out his goatee into a beard, all peppered black and white from age. There was a certain amount of sadness in his eyes, sadness mixed with pity and regret. It was as if to say ‘I’m sorry, I should have done more for you to not turn out like this’ and it pissed you off. You weren’t mad at Joe, never, he was like the father you never had.

I’m sorry, Joe. “I want nothing to do with a family who continues to use me as a chess piece at the expense of my sanity,” you sneered at each original member of Team Flash as Allegra and Chester were new, therefore had nothing to do with the events that had occurred over the years. “Isn’t that right, Barry? Iris?” You could tell you touched a nerve, when Barry clenched his jaw and Iris narrowed her eyes at you with crossed arms, a tight look adorning her face. “Or have any of you forgotten about all the lives that were sacrificed for the two of them?”

“What happened to the sweet girl that would protect others?” Joe asked, knowing he was pushing his luck and instead diverting your attention back to him as he stepped closer to where you and the two speedsters stood. “That went out of her way to stay with Team Flash and protect the city?”

“She’s broken, she’s gone – she’s done being the pawn for the king and queen to do as they please.” Because I bow to no one, I’m under no one’s thumb. Not even Eobard’s: he wouldn’t dare think of doing such a thing. I know him better than anyone else here.

“You’re crossing a line, (Y/N).” You snapped your gaze back to Iris and if looks could kill, you probably would be dead. Too bad, though. Eobard raised his eyebrows as Iris intervened between you and Joe. “No one is being used as a chess piece, (Y/N).”

You kept your gaze locked with the journalist’s; you weren’t going to back down from this verbal fight. “Is that what you tell yourself to fall asleep at night when you’re reminded of HR, Iris? Of Ronnie? Or even Eddie? How about the rest of the Wells that threw their lives away for an artificial Speed Force that ended up being a one-time use thing before Barry figured his speed issue back?” Eobard had to stifle the smirk that was threatening to tug on his lips. The poison in your words made Barry and Iris shift uncomfortably and the future genius was living for it – all that pent up bitterness and frustration through the years was silent in your soul, but it was there. It was rightfully there, and Team Flash could not ignore it any longer. The ex-speedster placed a hand on your shoulder to try to back you down, but he knew you wouldn’t especially when you shrugged his hand off you as you took a step forward. “Why is it that you two are allowed to be happy but anyone else can’t? Why is it that everyone around you has to keep making sacrifices for the two of you?”

“(Y/N), listen,” Joe tried once more, pleading for you to listen to reason when you’d already made up your mind years ago, “whatever anger your feeling; whatever is pent up inside your heart isn’t healthy. Come back home to us, we can figure things out.”

“Eobard is my home, he’s my family – I have no one else nor do I want anyone else,” you responded, confidence and pride oozing from your words. This time Eobard stood right beside you as his hand took your own, a smug smirk on his face. “Anyone that threatens that will not be forgiven.”

Barry side-eyed Iris, dipping his head a bit before turning back to you. “He’s completely warped your sense of right and wrong, (Y/N).” To them, you seemed like another puppet under Thawne’s influence, but oh how wrong they were.

“No, he hasn’t, Barry,” all you did was send Barry an incredulous look while Eobard seemed extremely offended. He wouldn’t manipulate the person he loves. A man that does that to a woman he’s with is scum. “And that's the thing, all these years it’s been you and Iris doing the warping, the manipulating, and the gaslighting. You two are the reason things are like this!”

The heroic speedster studied you and his nemesis for a moment, his eyes flickering back to his wife who only dipped her head down before breaking the silence that had filled the Speed Lab. Team Flash had remained quiet, intrigued to see this turn of events. “…I guess I was wrong,” Barry started then exhaling through his nose, his folded arms dropped to his side. “People can change.” A feeling of dread started to ball up in the pit of your stomach as the here clenched and unclenched a fist. “For the worst!” All you saw was Barry take a step towards you before you were thrown back and over the speedster containment cell platform. You had landed right on your side against the cold, solid ground – a sharp pain ran up your side.

“No!” This wasn’t part of the plan. Eobard felt his blood run cold, one moment you were beside him and the next you were crumpled on the ground behind the platform. Without his speed, the ex-speedster’s eyes couldn’t follow Barry’s swift movements like he used to. Without his speed, Eobard couldn’t protect you from Barry and Team Flash. Without his speed, all he can do is rely on his intellect to make it out alive.

“Barry, stop!”

Your mind barely registered Eobard’s shriek nor Joe’s outburst towards his son. The stinging sensation on your face ached as you brought a hand up to your cheek, tasting metal in your mouth. You groaned as your fingers brushed against your now split lip. “Did you really just fucking punch me in the face?” You growled at him with a heated glare as you pushed your upper body off the ground with your arms; Barry sported a cocky-ass grin on his stupid face. Your bones weren’t broken, at this you think they weren’t since you were able to stand up without any excruciating pain. This bitch baby is so going to get it now. Your eyes caught sight of the hidden gesture Eobard made, his body was fully turned towards you to obscure Barry’s sight. Your fiancé had made a fist before only raising his index finger to make the peace sign hand gesture. You knew it was anything, but that.

1 and 2

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Fully standing tall, you cracked your neck to the side instantly summoning your ‘shadows’ from every corner of the Speed Lab. Your shards of ‘darkness’ struck but Barry had already moved, avoiding your ‘umbra’ by using his superspeed to punch you once more before flinging you to the other side of the Speed Lab. You felt yourself go airborne this time, your back crashed against the upper part of the track. A strangled sound left your lips at the force of the impact. Without Eobard’s speed, you couldn’t read Barry’s movements. Without Eobard, you didn’t have your eyes to see in the light. But you didn’t need to see in the light when your eyes were more accustomed to the ‘dark’. The shards didn’t dissipate this time, instead melting onto the ground and spreading and merging until the lab was in the dark. You smirked, feeling where everyone stood in the lab shrouded in utter ‘darkness’ – the light shakes of Chester’s leg from where he sat and the shifting from one foot to the other as Allegra tried to pierce the ‘darkness’ you created with her light-based powers but to no avail. The ‘shadows’ weighed down on the team, restraining them to the ground in place. They weren’t going to be moving any time soon. There was not a single seam of light; Team Flash still didn’t comprehend your powers. Good, they weren’t aware of the cards up your trump cards.

“Careful, Barry, you can’t lock up the darkness,” you taunted, feeling him twist and turn in place. Not even the slightest light generated by his speed could allow him to see where you were. You felt everything and saw everyone, a wild grin crossing your face at the turn of events. You were part of the ‘darkness’, your movements ever so fluid as you materialized beside Eo who noiselessly got spooked at your touch. You traced certain patterns in the palm of his hand, and he knew what you intended to do. The genius scientist shut his icy blue eyes, whispering to you to keep your guard up as your ‘umbra’ swallowed him to keep him safe. “You wanna play, Flash? Then let’s play,” your voice echoed throughout the Speed Lab. Your body ascended in the air, carried by the ‘umbra’ as you gauged everyone.

The Black Queen had sprouted her wings, she’s as deadly as ever – she is to not be underestimated.

Iris and the team kept quiet, knowing that if they were to say anything to help Barry, it would also give you the advantage at evading the speedster’s intended movements. She felt like the darkness that surrounded them was squeezing the air out of her. Her hands tried to reach for things, but her fingers only brushed the surface of the desk and a few papers. Even with the gun in her pocket, where would she fire? Her aim could either be completely off or she might end up shooting her husband. She felt completely blind, powerless. They couldn’t see you; they couldn’t hear you. You moved as silently as the night. How was Barry’ supposed to fight what he can’t see…. unless?

You stifled a giggle as you saw Barry run around, even knocking Joe over in the process. A little breath left you as you willed the ‘shadows’ to latch onto Barry’s legs before flinging him around like a ragdoll. Something you’d always wanted to do in your perfect little arena. Barry groaned when his body slammed against the railing of the labs. The speedster set his jaw, he shut his eyes and focused on his breathing before pushing off the rails with his arms out around him to observe the distance he had. Raising an eyebrow, you watched as Barry started running in circles – his lightning creating as much light as possible. But it’s pointless if you don’t understand what I’ve done. Not only is this entire lab under my control in the dark, but you have a specific ‘umbra bubble’ around you to stifle your light. I’m not stupid, I know you’d use the lightning generated from your running for you to see. Good effort though, five points for originality. He craned his neck in every direction but couldn’t spot a single friend or a single outline of a person, not even Thawne. Coming to a stop, Barry exhaled and your ‘shadows’ struck. Bands and whips of the darkest material of the night latched onto his limbs. Amusement glimmered in your eyes as you floated down with hands pocketed in your jeans, your ‘darkness’ pulled Barry to the ground on his knees as the shadows retreated from every inch of the room once your feet touched the concrete.

Iris recoiled at the sudden light that blinded her, blinking to see Barry restrained to the ground by his hands and knees with you in front of him. Fear settled not just in Iris’ but in all of Team Flash. Just how could they fight someone with such expertise in Umbrakinesis? A cold expression on your face as you looked down condescendingly on Barry, but you made no move to attack him in this vulnerable position. Why? Iris’ eyes glanced over to see Thawne leaning back against the wall with arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. Her dad stood there paralyzed at what you had unleashed and you had easily brought Barry to his knees. Not a single scratch was on you yet there you stood in the light. Not even a bead of sweat had collected on your skin. You had manipulated the ‘shadows’ fluidly without raising a finger; as if you had been subjected to an intense training regiment to just use your mind to bend the ‘umbra’ to your will.

This is only a fraction of my love’s power.

“See?” You started, cracking your neck once more and running a hand through your hair. You wouldn’t kill Barry; it was a bluff earlier. Severely hurt him to keep him bed-ridden for a few days, maybe. But taking a life was never in your agenda – not since the night you had taken one at the labs to save Harry. He had told you what he had told Barry the following year, ‘once you take a life it always gets easier to take the next’. Harry knew that, Eobard knew that too. “Anyone who dares oppose you – who dares to go up against your word, Barry Allen, that you indoctrinate as ‘law’ is useless to you. A piece that can only be thrown out, if they have no means of serving your sense of ‘justice’.”

“How can you see in all that?” The speedster kept struggling against his restraints and you gladly tightened them, earning yourself an agonizing howl from Barry. You rolled your eyes at him, manipulating the ‘darkness’ to make him look at you. How can you be so strong?

“Because I am the darkness, Barry.”

“But you’re not fast enough,” Barry murmured under his breath, and you raised your eyebrows in confusion. Before you could open your mouth to respond, the sound of a gunshot rang in the air and pain seared in your thigh, knocking you off balance before another fit of pain washed over you in your chest this time. Barry’s eyes widened at the second shot – Iris what…? His restraints slacking and dissipating in the air, but he still felt paralyzed on his knees as he looked back at his wife who gripped the gun tightly in her hands before lowering it. She caught a glimpse of her dad’s expression, bewilderment at what she had done, but Iris would fire at you as many times as it took to keep her husband safe from you and Thawne.

No. Eobard’s world came crumbling down as your body fell to the side, his legs were already moving to you. No, no, no, no, no! You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips when your body hit the ground, your system shutting down one by one. Eobard slid on his knees, gloved hands pulling you close to cradle your body. No, please, stay with me. His eyes immediately went to the tranquilizers that were embedded in your body, yanking them off. His eyes quickly observed them with one hand then threw them to the side harshly, the glass component shattering on impact. Your body started to shake lightly in his grip, your head lulled to his chest as a tear fell from one of your eyes. “These are speedster tranquilizers, are you trying to kill her??” Eobard shouted at the journalist with a fixed death glare. Instantly he turned his attention back to you, ripping off a glove with his teeth to check your pulse. You barely registered his touch, barely could hear what was going on or what was being said – it just felt so cold to you. Your head protested in pain; the world spun as you laid there.

“Oops – she’ll live,” Iris licked her dry lips as she ignored the looks from Barry and her father, “be thankful I had Caitlin decrease the dosage.” Words that came from her dad and Barry fell on deaf ears as she narrowed her eyes at Thawne holding you closely. How can a monster be so loved? How can a monster hold love in his heart when the world despises him? I guess a monster can love another monster. That’s what (Y/N) chose to be that night she stopped us from Barry and Thawne’s fight three years ago… They were the reason Nora got erased in that Timeline.

Eobard didn’t hear Iris, didn’t hear the sound of multiple footsteps entering the labs as he tried to keep you awake with him. That hatred in his being turned into something more malicious, something more dangerous than his prior rage towards Barry and Iris. He had failed you, without his speed he couldn’t stop Iris’ shots. He couldn’t stop her from breaking you like this. You weren’t bulletproof. The last thing you heard was your fiancé whispering your name before you blacked out in his arms. Your body wanted to give up even though your spirit screamed that it wasn’t your time yet.

Once again, I find myself back in the dark.

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Strawberry Shampoo (Eowells x Reader)

A/N: Takes place after 01x09.

Word Count: 1149

Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells

“Three in one, shampoo, body wash, and conditioner?”

“It’s a luxurious brand if you can believe it.” Even though he was in a free-standing bath, and you were sitting on the floor behind him, Harrison could tell you weren’t convinced.

“Alright. But, how do you feel about having hair that smells like strawberries?” you asked, eyeing the cheaper bottles in the collection of hair care products you had accumulated on Harrison’s bathroom floor — the strawberry shampoo being yours, of course.

Harrison wasn’t completely on board with the idea of you washing his hair, but you had suggested it right after the Reverse Flash had beaten the hell out of him at Christmas. You looked so worried when it had happened, and it had been an unfortunately long time since someone had cared about him the way you did, so he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

Although, he had never been in this kind of situation before. Strawberry scented shampoo? He didn’t know what all the fuss was about to be honest. All shampoo brands in the future were scentless. If you wanted your hair to smell like something, you’d have to buy special scented syrup to mix in with your shampoo and conditioner, and when you spend almost all your time alone in a lab, there really wasn’t any point in buying things like that.

“I trust your judgement,” he said, passing the responsibility over to you. The sooner it was over, the sooner he could return to STAR Labs and continue his master plan.

Getting up on your knees, you positioned yourself at the end of the bath. “Can you lean back please?”

Harrison leaned back, resting against the curved end of the bath. Letting himself feel vulnerable to people around him was not an activity he liked participating in. Even though he was a lot more willing when it came to you, this was something that had his shoulders and arms tense.

Seeing his demeanour change, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the crown of his damp head. Then you pressed a kiss directly on the back of his head. Then one on the back of his neck. You couldn’t see his face, but by the time you had kissed both of his shoulder blades you could feel your boyfriend smiling.

Nothing was going to deter him from wanting to return to his home in the future, but his home in the future lacked you and your soft affection. Perhaps you taking your time wouldn’t be a bad thing after all.

After squeezing a pastel pink blob into your palm, you lathered the shampoo. A fruity scent lightly filled the air. You started by running your hands through his dark locks, massaging the tips of your fingers against his scalp, working your way from the back of his head to the front. By the time your fingers reached the front of his head, Harrison’s shoulders had sunk into the warm water. He leaned into your touch as your thumbs rubbed circles against the sides of his head. It wasn’t the most methodical way to wash someone’s hair, but every time your fingers rubbed against certain parts of his scalp, you could have sworn Harrison quietly hummed to himself — a sound you could listen to for the rest of the evening.

Making sure not to get anything in his eyes, you rinsed away the shampoo. Next, it was time for a conditioner. Harrison’s hair had been tangled and roughly pulled when he was attacked by the Reverse Flash; it was in need of something gentle and strengthening. Good thing you had brought a conditioning hair mask with you. Generously, you covered the ends of his hair with the sweet-smelling product.

It was going to be a good few minutes before it had to be washed out, so you snaked your arms around Harrison’s chest and rested your chin on his shoulder. Eyes closed, he leaned his head further back to rest on your shoulder, leaving a wet patch on the fabric of your top. You could feel his breathing slow to a slumber pace. His skin was so warm against yours, you felt like you could hold him forever… Or at least until the bath water grew cold.

“So cosy,” you mumbled, turning your head to rest your cheek against Harrisons.

“What was that?” he asked softly.

“I said, you’re the least cosy person I’ve ever met.”

Your boyfriend smirked. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” You closed your eyes and felt his arms wrap around yours.

There was a silent lull. A peaceful moment where it was just you, him, and the sweet smell of strawberries. Your thoughts wandered through the peace before landing on the reason why you suggested doing this in the first place. The Reverse Flash. Opening your eyes, your attention drifted to the faded scar on Harrison’s right side. It may have healed quicker than anyone could have predicted, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t painful.

“Do you think the man in yellow will come back for you?” you asked in a subdued tone.

Harrison’s eyes snapped open. “I highly doubt it. After all, I’m sure Barry Allen will keep us safe.”

Judging how stiff your arms felt around his shoulders, it was safe to say that the thought of Barry Allen protecting you wasn’t entirely comforting. If he wasn’t so concerned about you, he would have savoured the thought. Barry was a hero, but he wasn’t your hero. To be fair on him, he had only been a hero for a few months, and he still had so much to learn before he’d realistically be anywhere near ready to take on the Reverse Flash.

“And if he fails,” Harrison added, “I’ll always keep you safe. I can promise you that.”

There it was. The soft content, the sagging of your shoulders, your arms around him loosening. The thought of him and him alone keeping you safe was exactly what you needed to hear. Although, it did leave you with one last worry.

“Who’s going to protect you?”

Harrison smiled. “That’s what I’ve got you for isn’t it?”

You stifled a laugh into the crook of his neck. “Yeah, right. What am I gonna do? Fall asleep on them?”

“You’re stronger than you’d think. And at times—” he gestured to himself in the bath “—annoyingly persuasive.”

Kissing your boyfriend's cheek, you squeezed your arms around him, and he squeezed his around you. Now that you’ve mentioned it, falling asleep like this did sound nice…

“You know,” he said, “you’re going to have to let go of me eventually so you can wash this stuff out of my hair.”

You groaned, already hating the idea of letting him go. “But you’re so cosy,” you said, which only elicited a chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t help that my dear.”

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“One Of The Same” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: this is some unpublished work I hadn’t posted before and I found it and I hope you all like it.

Warnings: SMUT. First person pov

Barry sped us through time, seeing various fragments of it in a second, trying to locate our destination. We made it to the day Hartley had attacked and according to Barry this was the perfect opportunity for us to find my doppelgänger first and knocked her out of the way. I had decided to come with him, neither Harry or i trusting that he could convince Thawne he was the Barry from his time. I had never met the man, only hearing stories about him when Barry felt like sharing enough information about him, but that gave me an advantage, a neutral ground to be of use or at least Harry seemed to think so.

We took care of my doppelgänger first before setting out to find the flash front his time, taking care of him was easy and once he was taken care of we made our way to Star labs. I had stolen a few pieces of clothes from my double to wear and blend in; I needed to be very careful with my words, I was not only still unfamiliar with the team, I was also not from this Earth, I could easily slip out and blow our cover.

Once inside the labs Barry set up to his mission, finding a way to get Wells or Thawne’s help with the speed equation; I was supposed to keep Caitlin and Cisco distracted enough to leave Wells alone long enough for Barry to figure out his plan. They were happily unaware of who I was, or better yet who I wasn’t, but time was running and Barry wasn’t back, the tranquilizer we had given our doubles would wear off in around 24 hrs.

Barry received a text from Iris, apparently she needed his help in some science business and even as I tried to pull him away and to focus on his mission, to him any Iris of any timelines would always be a priority and this was proven when he left me alone at the labs.

I had settle myself in an empty workshop while I waited for Barry to return, trying to stay out of the way hoping I wouldn’t have to see him, I hadn’t encountered him yet and I was thankful for it, I didn’t know anything about the man, I didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with my doppelgänger, according to Barry she was always kind to him but they never seemed to speak more than a few words at a time.

As I flipped through some pages pretending to look occupied, the faint sound of a wheelchair motor caught my attention, the moment I turned around my eyes met his, those blue ocean eyes that always seemed to be fighting against a storm; there he was sitting right under the doorframe, his eyes were cold, calculations and so intimidating I felt myself shrink down in fear. I offered him a kind smile, trying to remain professional; he only stared at me, his eyes studying me as he crooked an eyebrow. I didn’t know what game he was playing at but when it came to him I couldn’t risk anything slipping out of my mouth. Any detail for insignificant that it looked was a vital part of information to him.

“Is there anything you need Dr. Wells?” I softly asked, hoping to appease him, he seemed predatory, like a beast about to attack his prey and I found myself completely lost. He had me at his mercy, I was alone, Caitlin and Cisco had left for the day.

“We are leaving” he announced. Panic settled over me as I glanced at the clock, it read a little after 6 pm, Barry wasn’t back and I didn’t have any idea as to where he was taking me.

“I have to finish this papers before leaving.” I tried to dissuade him but he was set on. He hadn’t asked me, he had informed me that we were leaving.

He gripped the armrest of the chair, looking like an animal about to hunt down his pray. Slowly he got to his feet, my eyes momentarily widened in shock, faster than I could process his hand snapped to my arm, harshly grabbing it before yanking me to him, I hissed at the pain and stared at him like a deer about to be hit by a truck, his eyes softened for second along with his hand before he hardened his grip again and turned me, my side burying into his chest.

Eobard saw the panic running behind my eyes, my hand pushing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us, but he only gripped my arm tighter.

“Stay still” he growled before turning us both around and speeding us out of the lab.

Once I opened my eyes I noticed he had taken us to what I could only assume was his house, it radiated a strange sense of home, a certain peace to it, completely opposite to the man receding in it.

He let go of my arm, walking forward towards the marble island adorning the main area of the kitchen, he grabbed a drink, smelling the alcohol before taking a gulp. He sat the glass down, placing both of his hands in the counter far away from each other. He seemed stress, he seemed miserable, making a pinch of sadness settle on my insides.

I walked a little further inside the house, moving closer to him. I could see him looking at me through the corner of his eye, studying my movements and reactions, making me wonder why I was here. I moved closer to him and his eyes scanned my face as he turned around completely. Our eyes connected and I could see the pain and longing behind them, he was lonely, he was desperate to return to his time, to return home. His eyes started down at me so lovingly, it was almost imperceptible but I could see it behind all the walls he kept himself hidden behind, I wondered what kind of relationship they had, if they had any, or was this just a one sided thing were he miserably kept me near him just because I knew his secret or because it was the perfect excuse to have some company, the ache in his eyes somehow holding me in place.

I knew I was supposed to hate him, but I couldn’t, this man in this moment in time hadn’t done anything yet to make me personally hate him he wasn’t my enemy. He was only the reminder of a man I had once loved, a different version from another Earth, they were so similar yet so different.

His eyes followed my every movement as my hand reached to his arm, carefully trying to coax him closer. This was a fragment of time that would stay hidden forever, it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t affect anyone. It would be a secret only this walls would know.

He kept studying me, trying to decipher what exactly I was doing and I wondered that myself as my hand moved to his face, he closed his eyes at the contact of the flat of my hand against his cheek. I could feel the way the air escaped his lungs, the way he gripped the edge of the counter top, trying to control whatever urges had taken over him, I had forgotten what I was doing here or what I was supposed to do, my every thought had been consumed by Eobard Thawne, this broken man who was hiding behind the façade of intimidation. I wondered when was the last time someone had touched him, the last time someone had been kind to him.

In a split second he had turned us around, trapping me in between the counter and himself, his hands gripping at my hips as his eyes burned into mine. I slid my hand down towards his neck, pulling him forward enough to ghost my lips over his, I could hear him suck in a breath, swallowing hard as his nose brushed mine and he felt as if he was about to melt under my touch. My lips brushed his, parting slightly to feel the edge of his; his hand tightened, squeezing me while he moved forward, finally closing the space in between us, his other hand moved up my arm, in between my shoulder blades until they reached my hair and his fingers tangled themselves in it with a grip hard enough to make my neck crane back and my mouth part open for him. His tongue darted past my lips, in a way that seemed to needy for someone like him, he licked every part of my mouth, making his personal mission to learn the taste of me; running the flat of his tongue once more in an unflinchingly broad stroke against mine he pulled away, leaving me breathless for a moment before his lips pecked at my bottom one, grabbing it softly in between his.

My eyes remained close as I turned my face, leaving an open access for his lips to run along my jawline until the reached my neck. His teeth sinking down on the skin, making me moan and sight at the feeling, he sucked in, leaving a mark before running his tongue over the skin in an apologetic manner. His hand moved under my shirt, caressing the skin softly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs before moving up my waist, his open hands settling in the middle to wrap me and keep me in place. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it hard enough to make him growl before he bit down on my neck harder as a punishment making my back arch into his touch.

One of his hands moved over my back, gripping at the skin so desperately that it made me think he hadn’t had any physical contact of this kind in years. He gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifting over my head, I bit my lip as he just looked at me, his hand softly settling on my cheek as he brought me closer once more and kissed me as if his life depended on it. A hint of jealousy hit me when I realized he wasn’t thinking about me, he was thinking about her and even if there was no difference to the eye it still made some kind of rage settle in me to prove myself I could make him forget the touch of anyone else and remember me until the end of his days.

I moved my hand under his black sweater, touching the skin of his abdomen and feeling the muscles contract at my touch, the hand on my neck grew tighter as he breathed in at the contact. I circle them around his middle, successfully trapping him in my embrace while he kissed me,. Deciding I needed more than this I lifted his shirt over his head, aching to feel his skin against mine, I moved to unclip my bra before pulling him down to kiss him once more. This new bravery had taken him by surprise, distracting him for a second, getting a hold of himself again he held me and in a second he speeded us both to his bedroom, laying me down in a plush soft duvet. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me in a predatory way, a smirk showing a row of suddenly very sharp teeth planted on his face.

He lowered himself in between my legs, hiding his face on my neck, I could feel the way he inhaled my scent, trying to burn it in his mind and the way his tongue ran flat over my skin, making me throw my head back and tangled fingers in his hair.

“I have wanted you for so long, I have been watching you for so long and now you are finally here” he whispered in a moment of weakness, making me feel incredibly guilty, I was stealing this moment from him, I was giving him a false promise of an intangible gift he so desperately needed.

“I know is not you, I know he brought you with him but I will take what I can get.” He felt the way I tended under him at his words, running his tongue over my neck in an attempt to relax me. I should have known better, he was too smart of course he had figured it out, but he was willing to give a blind eye.

His hand moved down my middle to my thigh as he pressed himself harder down onto me, caging me when he moved his arms to either side of my head, his mouth colliding with mine as he opened it and his tongue explored mine. God he was so needy but I loved it. I loved the way this big bad man was coming undone under my touch.

His hand moved down to the button of my pants, opening them before pulling them down at inhuman speed. His fingers digging into my skin as my hands traveled down his torso until they reached his pants, undoing them before he got himself out of them.

I wrapped my legs over his middle and pushed him to the side, successfully flipping us and leaving me on top of him. I couldn’t hold myself at the way his eyes looked at me, so desperately needing my touch, he was silently begging for affection and it made him seem so much more human, how many lonely nights, desperate moments and dark days did he spend alone? He was human after all.

I sat on his thighs, wrapping my fingers around his cock and the moment he felt my hand around him he snaked his arms around me, hiding his face on my chest as I stroked him, he could hear the faint growls and grunts escaping him, loving the way his tip leaked with precum as I drew him closer to the edge. He momentarily buzzed and the vibration from his thigh sent a shock of pleasure stray to my core, making a moan escape me.

His lips moved over my breast, trailing open mouth kisses over them before he decided he had had enough of my teasing and moved his hands to squeeze my ass before lifting my up and yanking my underwear out of the way. He moved me over him and I grinded my entrance over his cock before sinking down slowly onto him, hitting my lip at the amazing pressure that came with fitting all of him inside. His hands took a bruising grip on my sides, holding me while simultaneously guiding my down and giving me a moment to adjust to him. He kissed my neck, running one hand down my back to rest on the curve of my ass while the other tangled itself on my hair.

Moving my hips I started to move, setting a slow pace, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, my hands settled on his chest, giving me some balance to ride him. It was delicious, the way every inch of him stretched me out, how the tip of his cock dragged against my walls, hitting that amazing spot inside everytime I moved up to the tip before sinking down again completely. He was getting desperate, his hand gripping my ass moving my body up and down faster while his hips snapped up to meet mine, he was in control even when he allowed me to pretend I could tame him.

In a particularly harsh thrust he grunted when my eyes closed and my back arched in his arms, he had taken over, guiding my hips to snap against his faster and harder, making sure to hit my core everytime, bringing me over the edge faster and faster, he was close too, I could feel it in the way his throat tightened around a swallow and his eyes unfocused completely for a second. He was holding back until I was done for and the thought of him being so kind sent the knot in my stomach loose as I tightened around him, making him groan and speed up his movements to meet mine in the middle, I could feel him falter as his movements got sloppy, feeling his cock throb inside as he came.

He held me in his arms for what seemed to be hours but where only a few minutes before laying me down and wrapping himself around me, he knew this moment would be gone tomorrow, when me and Barry left, but he wanted to savor every second of my presence for as long as he had me, forgetting for a night that there was life outside of this moment.

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mcbenson25 · 11 months

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

^^^^

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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A Date In The Pipeline (part 2)

Eowells X Fem Reader

Summary: It's been two days, and no one on team flash has heard from Y/N. So Barry uses this as an opportunity to finally confront his mother's killer to see if he had anything to do with it.

Content Warning: Kidnapping

@eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N woke up to her head throbbing her eyes were heavy and opening them was a difficult task. She could hear hushed voices behind her and it only took her a brief moment to know that it wasn’t her friends from S.T.A.R Labs. Her vision was blurry so she wasn’t sure where she was. She tried to move only to find that that her hands and feet were bound to a chair. She inwardly groaned and dropped her head. Looking at the floor she noticed her vision becoming clearer and she lifted her head again to be greeted by James Jesse himself causing her to jump. Two hands gripped her shoulders causing her to squirm in her seat. She tried to speak but her mouth was dry and turned into a coughing fit. “She awakens!” The younger trickster cackled behind her.

The elder trickster stroked her cheek getting close to where there noses touched, “We are going to have so much fun together,” Y/N shifted her head from his grasp. The older man left her line of sight and began barking orders to his son. Another whack over the head and Y/N was unconscious for the second time.

~Meanwhile at S.T.A.R Labs 2 days later~

Barry walked into the cortex on the phone trying to get ahold of Y/N only to get her voicemail for what felt like the millionth time. He looked at the Doctor and the engineer who looked like they were also on their phones worried expressions on their face. “You haven’t heard from Y/N either I take it.”

Cisco took a bite from his twizzler and shook his head, “No, I’m getting worried, I went to her apartment last night and she didn’t answer. I knew the Reverse Flash is Harrison Wells thing had her pretty upset.” He sighed, “I would have just hoped that she would have come to us to talk about it with us.” Barry rubbed his forehead in frustration. Cisco walked past his best friend, and sat in front of his computer, “I did take the liberty of pulling up the security feed from the last night she was here. Look who she paid a visit to that night,” He pulled up the video for both Barry and Caitlin to see. The video of Y/N confronting Harrison Wells emotions were clearly running high between the two before she walked away.

Barry took a deep breath and turned toward the exit of the cortex, “Where are you going,” Caitlin question her brow furrowed.

Barry turned to see her worried expression and tried to give her a reassuring smile, “It’s time for me and Thawne to have a chat he may know where Y/N went.” With that answer Barry sped down to the pipeline. The door hissed open and Barry’s eyes met with the man who killed his mother and had been his mentor for the passed year.

“Hello, Barry,” Well’s voice boomed with the echo of his cell. Barry straightened his spine at the menacing voice. “Looks like we have a lot to discuss.”

~Meanwhile~

Y/N floated in and out of consciousness either out of self preservation or pure fear she wasn’t sure which one. They hadn’t done anything nefarious to her and for that she was extremely grateful for that but made her extremely nervous because that wouldn’t last forever.

Loud clanging behind her made her flinch and turned her head. Trickster Jr. Was bringing in what looked like lighting equipment and a tripod and fumbling around losing balance. “Careful with that, Son, we have to be able to actually use that equipment.” Tricksters Sr. rolled his eyes and turned his gaze over to the young woman. He looked on the table and took a purple scarf off the table nearest him as his son began to set up the equipment. Y/N began to squirm in her seat again restricted by her bonds. He mad his way over to her as running the scarf through his fingers. “You are not going to get away with this, Jesse.” He got close to her face yet again, causing Y/N to avert her gaze by moving her head.

The trickster gripped her chin and forced him to look at him, squeezing tightly enough to elicit a whimper out of his captive. “No one will be here to stop us. No one will be here to save you.”

He loosened his grip and without hesitation she spat in his face. The Trickster began to cackle in response that caused Y/N’s blood to curl. He took the scarf and placed it over her mouth tightening the cloth behind her head. He gripped her shoulders and she could feel his breath against her ear, “You better hope that the Flash and that joke of a genius from S.T.A.R Labs meet our demands or you will be the one that pays the price.”

As he walked away cackling as Y/N began to fight against the ropes against her wrist hoping the knots would become loose. She hoped Barry would not fall for his trap. She paused briefly to think about what James Jesse had said about the joke of a genius. She whimpered in her gag as she realized they were referring to Eobard or in this case Harrison Wells, she doubt that he would be able to meet their demands and was even less sure of Thawne and Barry being able to work together. She began to sob hoping that her friends would be able to figure out some way to get her out of this mess.

~Meanwhile~

Thawne explained everything to Barry about why he killed his mother. Rehashing that painful memory the young speedster wanted nothing more than to walk away but he couldn’t. It didn’t take long for Thawne to figure out that he wanted more information, “You want to ask me something else don’t you?” His eyebrow quirked up, his face smug. Barry curled his hands into fists and released a sigh, “Out with it, Allen.”

Barry’s eyes hardened, “Where is she, Thawne?”

Eobard looked in his cell pretending to look for someone, “Care to be more specific? Because as you can see I’m the only one in my cell.”

Barry’s anger was beginning to rise, “Cut the crap, we know you had something to do with her disappearance. Where. Is. She?”

Eobard walked closer to the glass, “I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who you are referring to, Allen. I’m not in the business of kidnapping.” He faced the back of his cell taking a step that way.

Barry took a step forward as well as a challenge in his own right. “Right, you can’t possibly know who I’m referring to.” He releases a humorless laugh, “If you can’t have Y/N, no one can, right?”

That gave Thawne pause to look back at his rival, “Allen, I’m going to ask this once. What are you talking about?”

Barry’s face softened from the hard expression revealing the news, “Y/N has been miss for a couple days, Thawne, this has you written all over it. Just please tell me where she is.”

Thawne rubbed his hand over his mouth, processing the news, “Allen, listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this once. I do not hire others to do my dirty work for me. it's too risky. If I knew where she was, I would tell you. I know this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I would never do anything to hurt Y/N, nor would I take her against her will.” He sped to the glass and slammed a fist against it causing the Scarlett Speedster to jump slightly, “I suggest you start looking for her because that last time I have seen or heard from her was two days ago when she came down here to visit me.”

Before Barry had time to respond Cisco’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Barry, you need to see this,” there was a brief pause, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but we need Imposter Wells too.”

Barry rolled his eyes as Eobard gave a look of surprise, “I’m not releasing him from his cell.”

Caitlin’s voice came on the intercom quickly, “Barry, he needs to see this too.”

The two rivals exchanged looks, Thawne’s one of a challenge and Barry’s full of disdain. “What’s it going to be, Barry?”

Barry rubbed his temples with his fingers as he went to the tablet and opened the cell door. As the man in yellow stepped out, Barry stepped in his way, “One toe out of line, and I’m sending you back to the cell.”

Eobard gave a curt nod as the two sped into the cortex to see all the monitors had the same video pulled up on the screens. Y/N in bound and gagged in a chair fighting against her restraints. “Firelight,” Eobard whispered to find the trio of his former friends staring at him cautiously.

The Trickster duo came to the forefront of the screen in their usual flamboyant style. “Greetings Central City, we have a special message for our dear friend Flash and Dr. Harrison Wells,” the youngest said. Another look from the group at the evil speedster as he continued to stay focused on the screen. “As you can see behind us, we have Harrison Well’s girlfriend with us and if he and the Flash are not here in 2 hours. Well, let's just say she will be sleeping with the fishes.”

Trickster Sr. stood in front and began to motion his finger back and forth, “Tick tock, tick tock.” He walked away from the camera approaching, Y/N who was visibly trying to escape as he kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the back of her chair and began to drag her into the darkness as laughter filled the speakers before the feed cut off.

“Were you able to get a location on off of the feed?” Barry asked the tension in the room being a palpable thing.

Cisco nodded, “They are on the outskirts of the city. What’s the plan?”

“Simple we go in there we grab Y/N than take out the father and son duo from hell.” Eobard spoke softly, Barry noticed the tick in his jaw.

“No killing though, we will apprehend them we can play it where you get her out of their and I will handle James and son.”

Thawne nodded, “Though we have time, so let’s make a sound plan that will not get the 3 of us killed.” Eobard walked towards Barry and extended out his hand. “For her I’m willing to put our differences aside.”

Barry looked at his hand and shook it, “For Y/N only. Then it's back in the cell.” Eobard nodded, and 4 went to work at making a plan to get their girl back.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!

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