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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Chain of Events
*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.
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***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes for being my beta reader.
****Here’s a little fic to cheer us up in light of what’s unfolding in season 8. I’m still just watching the Eo clips so I’m just going to stick to my writing and nothing else because I simply do not know what to do with the current plot (?). I’m still on hiatus due to school, but this and a few completed drafts were just sitting around. I have one more chapter to finish for the Wells-Thawne family (that I’ve been procrastinating) but that section of four chapters will be released once i finish the forth chapter before getting started on the next chapter installment for the series.
Word Count: 2835
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“Well, don’t you look nice in red,” you whispered into the empty room, materializing from the shadows in a fit of darkness. You couldn’t help but eye the Scarlet Speedster in the Cortex. Eobard’s breath hitched as he abruptly twisted his head to the sound of your voice. His tensed shoulders relaxed. You sent him a little wave with wiggling fingers. You were perched on top of a side table, one leg over the other and that cheshire-like grin plastered on your face. Both your hands were pressed on the table, propping yourself up as you had no support for your back. “All noble and dignified in that suit. A true hero,” you continued to tease him. "Isn't that right, Flash?"
It was Eobard’s turn to smirk, his heart warming in his chest significantly at the sight of you. He ran a hand through his slightly mused hair as the speedster approached you. You uncrossed your legs while the ‘hero’ loomed over you. “You shouldn’t be here,” the genius murmured teasingly, already wrapping his arms around you gingerly and slotting himself between your legs. You snuggled into his arms, pressing your face into his chest and breathing him in. You shut your eyes as you savored this moment with him. “The others will get ideas, Shadow Weaver.” Eobard’s grip tightened around you, placing sweet kisses on top of your head. He could get drunk off your company alone; the idea that you came this far with him, for him, out of love had the speedster thoroughly smitten. It’s not like Eobard would ever grow tired of you or the adoration he saw behind the fire in your eyes. One day, I’ll take you far away and we can live the life we’ve dreamed off, my little bird.
Even though you saw Eobard two days ago, the situation had been different, drastically different. This whole plan still gnawed at you; he had killed Barry Allen as a child in this temporary reality all the while taking up Barry’s place as The Flash… and as Iris West’s fiancé. All of this in order to siphon off speed from the Speed Force until the time point is corrected and when Barry would show up, he would be unmistakably heartbroken with dread. You knew it was a charade and you understood Eobard’s intentions as well as having faith in him. But seeing her by his side always felt like a sharp knife to your gut, twisting and twisting, even though Eobard had made it blatantly clear that he would never touch Iris the way he touches you. He would never choose her because he had you. You were always his endgame.
“Let them,” you muttered, shifting back to meet his eyes dead on. You laid your hands against his firm chest. “We won’t be in this reality for much longer anyway.” We’re almost done here. I can hold out for a little longer.
Eobard’s eyes ran over you, a glint of worry in them as his tongue clicked at your bandaged arms. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers moved to hold them in his gloveless hands. Instinctively, your body flinched away slightly from his touch. Eobard furrowed his brows as something dark stirred in his soul. His eyes caught sight of the bandages peaking the collar of your shirt and his jaw set. With one hand, the speedster brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, although I think you handled me a bit too roughly over in our last staged fight. I just have a mild headache and some pain here and there.”
“I’m sorry.” The speedster took your head and leaned down, gently kissing your injured limbs. Eobard noticed how your body tensed up under his touch. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of the wrapping. “I hadn’t calculated Iris breaching to the fight. I should have cut the comms before heading to the warehouse.” To his chagrin, Iris came to your ‘fight’ with the genius speedster and shot at you multiple times regardless of his warnings for her to stay back. Eobard couldn’t care less about her safety, but Iris was one of the keys to Reverse Flashpoint. You tried to not hurt the journalist with your powers, if only to get her to stop shooting at you to flee with your Shadow Step. The speedster let out a sigh before resting his forehead on your uninjured shoulder as another apology fell from his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
“Hey, look at me,” you cupped the villain’s face in your hands, confidence bolstered your words. “I’m ok, I am more than capable of protecting myself even if you’re around. Was the situation less than tasteful? Yes, but I’m still in one piece. I’m still here and we’re seeing this through to the end so we can get back to you beating the living hell out of Barry and me watching from the sidelines with some popcorn.”
You planted a sweet kiss to his lips, one he returned sensually. “Just a few more days and we’ll be in a permanent timeline,” Eobard mused as he dipped his head a little, his mind already re-evaluated every course of action with Team Flash. They wouldn’t turn on him, not with how easily he has them ensnared in his script for the final act. “Barry showed up at the little ceremony.”
“I know, I was watching from the upstairs balcony.”
“Nothing slips past you, does it?”
“Not when you’re involved, my love,” you giggled as Eobard nuzzled into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses on your skin. You hugged him closer as electricity from the computers in the Cortex continued to hum. “I’ll be keeping Barry preoccupied the next few days. Put on a little show, have him second guess everything and teeter towards the edge.” I wonder what he’ll see the more he uses the Negative Speed Force.
“Such a clever little bird,” Eobard remarked smugly, kissing your lips “Everything’s going just as planned, naturally. We took it all from him. All I need is for whatever speed is left of the Speed Force to sync with my body before converting to Negative Speed Force particles.” We’ll be evenly matched once more in a few days.
You couldn’t help but avert your gaze from your fiancé. Your mouth moved, articulating your thoughts. “...I’m still not happy about Iris being around you nearly 24/7.”
“I’m not exactly enthused about it either,” Eobard agreed, shaking his head to himself as your gaze locked back with his. There was always such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke to you. “Or the fact that you’ll be by Barry’s side when he chooses to attack. I want his world to shatter all around him just as he had done to me. Things aren’t what they seem in this… reversal of events, to him, but it’s everything that I’ve strung together with the pieces at my disposal. I want him to break before he realizes that Damian’s the key to changing the timeline permanently. Our game of chess is not over.”
You let out a little sigh, dancing your fingers over his shoulders before loosely locking your arms around his neck. Eobard kept his hands on your sides. “Just… promise me when we get back we’ll take some time away from here,” you commented, knowing that he can sense the exhaustion you were feeling from living in Reverse Flashpoint for so long with him in order for things to go his way.
“I was thinking about that earlier when I was sitting at the last meeting with the others. I know you’ve been wanting to tour the Maldives.”
“You remember that?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at his oddly specific suggestion.
“Yes, of course I remember,” the speedster responded softly.
“It’s just I talked about that when we were…” You trailed off, biting your lip and dropping your gaze. That was so long ago.
Your murder speedster husband cupped your face, bringing your eyes to meet his icy blue ones. Eobard knew exactly what you were thinking. “What?”
“I remember when the two of us were planning things out seven years ago. You’d take me back and… we’d have that small wedding and have our honeymoon traveling to multiple islands. We’d explore everything, it would just be us and the open sea.” The genius scientist remained silent as he heard the slight ache in your voice. Seven years had passed and the two of you hadn’t been any closer to doing the things the two of you had discussed. You continued, “I know to a speedster seven years isn’t much, but it seemed like a lifetime for me. I just really miss you…”
“I know.” I couldn’t be there with you for a majority of time. Trying to outrun being erased or being executed. We could have had it all if Allen had just saved his mother and allowed us to go to my time. All that time, wasted. Time… And for that, I swear on my life that I’ll make up for every second that passed us. “Come on,” Eobard reeled himself back before tugging one of your hands for you to jump off the table. Your body protested at the sudden movement, an ache running through your nervous system.
“Where are we going?”
“Out, we’re going to get some of your favorite sushi and snacks and stay up all night by the fire until the sun comes up.”
“Wait, what about your whole plan with Team Flash? And Iris?”
“That can all go to hell.”
“But Barry-”
“With Allen sulking around I have no more use for Team Flash and Iris at the moment,” the Wells doppelganger explained, his hand giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he looked down at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You saw the bits of longing and adoration behind those eyes as he looked at you solemnly. “I just want to spend some time with you before we run from this time point.”
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“One hundred and thirty pieces of sushi at your service,” Eobard announced, striding into your bedroom with three large-sized party platters of various sushi stacked on top of one another. The speedster also bought you some gyoza, crab rangoons, and takoyaki. You couldn’t help the little gasp you made and the giddy smile on your face. You set your phone to the side and pressed out the spare, old towel from it’s creases. You were sitting cross-legged on your plush bed with multiple napkins positioned by the glass plates. Eobard could literally see sparkles in your eyes and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how cute you looked right now.
What can I say? I’m a simple girl, food makes me happy. Along with books and other things that I indulge greatly in. I am not ashamed to be honest. “You really know how to spoil a girl,” you felt your mouth watering as you opened up one container. You chopsticks were at the ready while your speedster genius got his plate and chopsticks. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries.”
Did she just use my line?
The dark-haired man could only cock an ironic eyebrow at you as you started digging in .The two of you ate in comfortable silence, you were on your phone while Eobard was flipping through for either Criminal Minds or the Discovery Channel. Setting his plate down on his lap, Eobard glanced at you due to the different audios that he heard. “Are you on that stupid clock app again?”
“What? It’s entertaining, plus it helps pass the time.”
“As in ‘pass the time when you’re not around’. Right?”
You rolled your eyes at his accusation while trying to mock your voice. “I’m neither confirming nor denying that statement.”
“You don’t have to, that wicked smile of yours says it all,” the genius nudged you with his shoulder to which you nudged back. You couldn’t help but drop the serious demeanor you adorned to grin cheerily at Eobard. The speedster helped clean up, putting the sushi in smaller containers to fit in the fridge while you tidied up the room. A thought crossed your mind as Eobard re-entered the room and shut the door. You were already under the cool covers, freshened up for bed in your pajamas as your index finger played with your pillow case. In a torrent of gold lightning, Eobard was all done and making his way out of the bathroom to climb into bed with you. The speedster had his arms around your waist, hugging you close as he nudged his head to rest on your chest. You carded your fingers through his silky hair and took in little breaths through your nose. The dark-haired genius shut his eyes as he listened intently to your heart beat. Cuddling like this always calmed his chaotically racing mind. He's running his hands over your back, sending a shiver down your spine. Eobard planted a kiss on your collarbone, causing you to giggle quietly before clearing your throat. The whispered words at the back of your mind tugged at your heartstrings.
“Eo?”
“Hm?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
The genius speedster pull away to look at you with curious eyes, he can sense the small flickering flame of worry in you. “When we go back to this new ‘corrected’ timeline, I don’t want Barry to separate us again.”
“They won’t,” the speedster murmured, the pads of Eo’s finger’s rubbed little circles on your back, “I’ll be damned if they take you away from me.”
You couldn’t help but respond with a small nod, but there was that nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. Something unsettled you as the engagement ring on your necklace felt heavier. Your eyes drifted to see that Eobard was wearing his engagement ring on a necklace around his neck too. Not the faux one he had given to Iris, no. Eobard had hand crafted your ring and his years ago, something you secretly wore under your tops and shirts through the years. “You sure this will work?”
“It will. It has to. I’ve... run out of fast options that doesn’t include a speed drug. Barry’s becoming more and more like his future self, but I can still see the same boy from seven years ago. Confused and hurt. His connection to his Speed Force has gotten stronger, I’m merely using that to my advantage in this temporary time point.”
“.... What if something goes wrong? Then what?”
“I’ll adapt, I always do.” I have to, I have to fulfill my destiny and I cannot do that without you.
“I don’t want you to die again, Eo,” you whispered, almost in a pleading tone, running your fingers through his dark hair.
“I won’t, they’d have to take my speed and you away to seal my fate. To take my life.” Eo shifted himself as you pressed your lips into a thin line. He cupped your face gingerly. “What? What’s that look for?”
“I’m thinking.”
“What’s that beautiful mind thinking of?”
Your thoughts were falling right out of your mouth, allowing for your insides to churn with the notions your mind was conjuring. “I’m wondering how would your body react if your speed was taken away. What kind of toll it would have if Barry somehow found a way to sever you from the Negative Speed Force permanently. Barry was weak six years ago when he gave his speed to Zolomon, but you... yours is different than his.
Eo sucked in a little breath, his mind reluctantly contemplating such an outcome. It was something he thought of from time to time, should Barry advance enough to commit to that path. Swallowing thickly, the villain responded, “I wouldn’t be able to move much. It would take my much much longer to heal compared to Barry. It... would be hard to breathe. My mind would still be intellectually fast due to being a natural genius, but...” I would be a hallow shell of a man. He trailed off, not wanting to finish or tempt the thought that that outcome would be what his life could resort to. Speedless and alone.
“You’re not allowed to die,” you gave him a hard kiss, emphasizing your words and cupping his face to look at you. “You hear me? You’re not allowed to leave me like last time. You’re not allowed to lose yourself, to lose your speed.”
“You’re not allowed to die either,” Eobard couldn’t help but smirk at the blossoming determination on your face, a cute little and unyielding frown. “You’re not allowed to leave my side. You’re not allowed to give up on us.”
Deep down something inside you still stirred, but with the way that Eobard looked at you. The adoration in his simple touches, it had you feeling a bit reassured. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my little songbird.”
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Way Down We Go.
Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Little drabble I was working on for this week.
Oh the angels tell me, we get what we deserve. And way down we go.
The candles burned in the dark, the flicker of fire illuminating the wine glasses around you. It was too late now, he knew, he knew even if he pretended to have no clue as to what the situation was. Your eyes adverting his, your hands neatly folded over your lap, nowhere near his, where they usually where, where they belonged. His eyes danced over the fire, his predatory gaze reimagining a demon about to take his next soul.
“Eobard, isn’t it…” His name escaped you, like a prayer half whispered to the gods, flying across the table. His eyebrow raised at the sentence, his back straightened, his demeanor changed, the blue of his eyes no longer resembled the warm ocean you knew but more the ice sea that would consume your soul. The game was over, no longer either of you playing, and in reality, you were too aware it had never been a game, not a fair one at least, he had always known your next move even before you had birthed the thought.
A hand reached for his face, long fingers curling around the glasses he always wore, removing them from his face before throwing them on the table like a mask being taken off, and you had to wonder how could you had been so blind as to not see it before. The air caught in your lungs, suddenly it seemed as if water had invaded them, leaving you drowning in pain.
“It was you all along” You breathed out, chocking on spit and unshed tears. He only nodded, not deeming the moment worthy of words. The silence around you felt suffocating until he decided to speak.
“I have been wondering all night, how long it would take for you to break,” He stopped, the tone of his voice could be mistaken for joy, his eyes scanning over your face in thought. “It seems you have lasted more than I expected love.” His lips finished, his eyes taking in the way the name took a death grip of your throat, choking any words down.
Trembling feet carried you to him, knees hitting the floor halfway before reaching him. You knelt down in front of the devil.
Even angels had the most devilish thoughts.
“I loved you,” you spat out hoarsely, tears running down your face. “And it repulses me.” You finished, the pain of saying those words visible in your lips.
Your eyes met his, only to be met by mock, the shadow of lightning dancing on them. His laughter filled the void, dark, cooling the temperature. Fear threatened to show behind your eyes as you lowered them. Feet touched the floor as long legs mounted a stance, ripping himself away from the chair. Teasingly, he stalked towards your bowing figure before halting, towering over you. His grin faltered, replaced with a look of disgusted delight.
“Then you must show me just how much you love me.”
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Baby, It’s Cold Outside - (EoWells x reader)
A/N: So, the naughty prompt *devil horns*. I had this thought a week or two ago and just had to write it :D
Warning: IMPORTANT - yes, this story is largely based on the song ‘Baby, it’s cold outside’ and I know that there are many people who are uncomfortable with the message the song seems to portray. I have mainly based it off of the altered lyrics from the version by Michael Buble and Idina Menzel to diffuse the moral ambiguity a little, but I want to just put it out there now before we start. This relationship is entirely consensual, but don’t like, don’t read :)
Also, implied smut.
Okay, without further ado:
*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*
For @letyourimaginationrun - Merry Christmas, hun! :D
It had all started when you walked into work on the last day before the holidays to find your boss, Harrison Wells, leaning up against your desk, examining several pages that you’d left there the night before.
“And to what do I owe this pleasure this early on in the day?” you asked with a slight smirk as you entered your office, catching his attention as you set your bag down.
He smiled, before placing your papers back on the desk and meeting your gaze. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, but either way, we owe it to my forgetfulness, I’m afraid, Miss (Y/L/N),” he replied, taking a step closer to you, “I left your notebook on my desk at home this morning…”
“Ah,” you said, biting your lip slightly as you recalled that he was meant to return your book of project ideas that you’d let him look at before you went home for the holidays so that you could continue to add to them. “And how do you suggest we solve this?”
You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest as he continued to smile at you. In reality, you could live without your notes over the holiday, but you weren’t about to pass up an opportunity to potentially spend some extra time with Doctor Wells…
“Well, I was thinking that maybe…” he mused, taking yet another step towards you so that you had to look up into his eyes, “I could take you home later and we can go by my house and I’ll return your book.”
Your heart fluttered slightly at the closeness and his suggestion, and he seemed to notice, smirking down at you.
“I finish at six,” you said, with a tilt of your head, “but then, you already knew that…”
“I’ll see you then,” he replied with a nod, smirk still plastered on his face as he slipped around you and headed for the door, the scent of his cologne hanging in the air.
You spun around and watched him go, chewing on your lip as you started to get your heart rate under control again.
The pair of you had always had a very flirty relationship, filled with a sexual tension which neither of you had ever made a definite move towards breaking.
But you got the distinct impression that that might all change this evening if his intense gaze during that conversation was anything to go by…
The thought of this distracted you for most of the day and you fluctuated between wanting the clock to speed up so that it could happen already and wanting time to stop dead so that you didn’t have to face him.
But whether you liked it or not, six o’clock rolled around and Harrison appeared in your doorway with his coat in hand as you picked up your bag and jacket.
“Good evening,” he said smoothly as he offered you his arm and you took it, smiling up at him.
“Good evening, Dr Wells.”
You saw a few people on your way out of the building, all of whom gave you questioning or suspicious glances, whispering amongst themselves. After all, it wasn’t every day that you accompanied the head of the company home so people were bound to have a few theories as to what was going on.
Harrison didn’t seem to care though, instead, asking you questions about the ideas in your notebook and starting to outline ways that you could make them a reality. The journey back to his house continued in much the same vein, although you found it very difficult to concentrate on giving him scientific answers when his hand kept accidentally brushing your thigh whenever he had to change gear.
And at some point during the ride, snow started to fall over the city, turning everything from the trees to the road white. It became increasingly difficult to see past the end of the car as you neared a driveway with what you could just make out as a rather large house standing at the end of it.
Harrison pulled up as close to the door as possible, but with how heavy the snow had gotten in the last few minutes, even going the short distance from the car to his front door meant that the pair of you were coated in a layer of snow that easily soaked through your thin jacket, making you shiver in the cold wind.
You stood a little closer to Harrison than strictly necessary as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside with a hand on the small of your back which made you take a sharp breath that you hoped he wouldn’t notice.
And you didn’t calm down when you entered his house, as you were even more taken aback by the sheer scale of it.
“Wow,” you breathed, looking around the cavernous and modern space in awe, “remind me to found a highly successful, multi-million-dollar Research Company in the future…”
That earned you a chuckle as he went to take your snow-covered jacket, which you gracefully shrugged off.
“I wouldn’t count on it; I’ve got enough competition as it is,” he said with another smirk, leading you into his living space, although everything was so open plan, you could barely tell where one room ended and the next began. He lit the fire and turned on a few lights before turning back to you.
“I’ll just go and get your book,” Harrison said, brushing his hand down your arm, sending shivers through you which you also tried to hide from him. “Make yourself at home.”
He sent you a charming smile before disappearing into another part of the house. You took a seat on the sofa, moving closer to the fire to try and warm yourself up a little from your time out in the snowstorm, however short it was.
You just had to keep your cool around him, no matter what could potentially happen tonight. You still had your pride. Harrison didn’t need to know that you’d literally do anything he asked of you in an instant. You could at least attempt to play ‘hard to get’.
“I can’t wait to try and use some of these in the future, (Y/N), your ideas are well ahead of your time,” you heard him say as he came back into the room, your book in his hand, “and I will certainly enjoy working more closely with you.”
You knew exactly what he was doing with these compliments and it was so working, but you just smiled at him as he passed the notebook to you, your fingers deliberately brushing against his when you took it. You didn’t know if it was just you, or was there an actual spark there?
“Well, seeing as we’re most likely stuck here, would you care to have a drink with me?” he asked as he looked down at you, “a little pre-Christmas celebration, if you will.”
You chuckled lightly before looking up into his blue eyes.
“I really can’t stay… Harrison.” You tested his first name out and, to your delight, he seemed to like it, “I have to get home so that I can get to my parents’ house tomorrow…”
“(Y/N), you’ll freeze to death out there and it’s snowing so hard that I don’t think it’s particularly safe for me to drive you… so won’t you indulge me?”
The silkiness of his voice. The little raise of his eyebrow. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.
“Go on then,” you said, keeping your voice incredibly level despite your rapidly increasing heart rate.
He smiled again at your affirmation, leaving the room once more in search of a bottle as you looked around the room to try and calm your nerves. The place looked barely lived in, which was a shame, but then again, the man was married to his work.
He returned promptly, pouring two glasses of whiskey on a nearby table and passing one of them to you.
“You still look as cold as ice, (Y/N), come closer to the fire,” he encouraged, placing one hand on your forearm and possibly causing more goosebumps on your skin rather than curing them.
‘Maybe I should move closer to you, it’d have the same effect,’ you thought to yourself as you moved a little closer to the flames, taking a large sip of your drink and feeling it burn against the back of your throat.
“I did mean it, Harrison,” you said, trying not to get lost in his ice blue eyes, “I have to be at my parents’ house for dinner tomorrow evening and they live over three hours away…”
“That still leaves you plenty of time, wouldn’t you say?” he replied easily, shuffling a little closer to you so you could feel his thigh pressed against yours. And boy did you want more. You downed the remainder of your drink to try and suppress what you were thinking.
“Pour me another glass then,” you said with a wink, deciding that flirting back would most likely get you what you wanted.
He gave you one of his signature smirks before plucking the glass from your fingers and standing in order to refill them both.
You watched him as he did so, long, elegant fingers undoing the lid of the bottle and pouring out two more generous servings. What you’d give to have those hands on you right now…
He handed your glass back to you before quickly downing his own, licking away the lasting traces on his lips, an action which had you completed mesmerised.
“I’m not going to get back today, am I?” you breathed, unconsciously leaning in so that your lips were just inches from his.
You gaze flicked back to his eyes and his darkened expression and you knew that he wanted this as badly as you did.
You quickly turned, placing yours and his empty glasses on the table before looking at him with a lust filled gaze. You bit your lip as you stood, moving in front of him and slipping out of your heels before taking the last step and straddling his lap.
His hands immediately went to your hips as yours combed through his dark hair and explored his chest as you began placing slow, deliberate kisses up his jawline and towards his neck.
“I really shouldn’t stay,” you murmured against his skin, “but you’re not sober enough to take me home now…”
“And no cab is going to risk- ah-” he faltered as you lightly nipped at his neck, “-coming out in this storm, I’m afraid…”
You lifted your head to look into his eyes, studying his dilated pupils. “Shame…” you whispered, ghosting your lips over his. You felt his grip on you tighten and he fidgeted as you teased him, enjoying every one of his little responses.
“God, you look delicious…” he sighed, bringing one hand up to your neck and finally closing the gap and claiming your lips in a dominant and long-overdue kiss.
Your lips moved fervently against his as his tongue delved into your mouth, the lingering taste of whiskey evident on both of you.
You sighed into the kiss and at this point, he stopped holding back and took away what little control you had had at the start.
His arms went around your back and under the top of your thighs so that he could pick you up effortlessly, heading in the direction of what you assumed was his bedroom.
You held on tightly to him as he moved, marvelling at how well he could navigate his house with you in his arms. You continued to kiss him hard, letting him know just how much you wanted this, wanted him.
You soon felt the softness of a mattress beneath your back and you shuffled yourself towards the head of the bed so that there was room for him to climb in with you.
You were already breathing heavily, lips slightly swollen as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and running a hand through your already tangled locks. As he took in the sight of you sprawled out on his bed, he took off his glasses in one swift motion, condemning them to the bedside table as he followed every little move you made.
You beckoned him forward with one finger, biting your lip again as he crawled up the bed towards you and looking sexy as hell as he did.
You would surrender all of yourself to him and you were absolutely sure that he’d take every bit that he could get.
The rest of the night was all tongues and teeth, moans and cries of ecstasy as he brought you to the peak of pleasure every time.
He made love to you with an air of possessive hunger, spurred on by your increasingly vocal responses to his actions as he claimed you as his own. He was quite rough with you, knowing that’s what you were asking for with the signs your body was showing and you knew that you’d likely find it hard to walk properly the next day.
His mouth worked wonders on your skin, marking you through biting and sucking, enough that you would probably be asked questions by your family members when you did eventually leave Harrison’s house.
But you didn’t care about any of that. This man was incredible and no one had ever made you feel quite so good before.
And you doubted that anything would ever come close again.
Eventually, when you were both fully satisfied, he pulled you into his magnificently chiselled arms, running his fingertips up and down your bare skin as you snuggled into his warm chest.
“You know, you were right… I think it was the best decision for me to stay here instead of trying to make my way home,” you said with a grin as you drew patterns over his skin with one fingernail.
“Well, I couldn’t have knowingly let you catch a cold,” he replied with a knowing smile, placing a kiss into your hair before gently running his hand through it.
“And, you know what?” you asked, shifting your head to look into his eyes again.
“Hmm?”
“I’m not cold anymore… it’s much warmer inside.”
He chuckled and shook his head slightly as you tenderly kissed his collarbone before beginning to fall asleep, wrapped in his embrace while the snow continued to fall outside.
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Imagine that Harrison is your boss.
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To the Future
Eobard Thawne x reader (featuring Iris and Ralph)
A/N: Haven't written in a very long time. This has been sitting in my drafts for months since the episode where Nora goes to see Eobard to learn about the negative speed force. Inspiration and encouragement from anons helped me get back at least to put this one out. <3
"We're not stopping you. We're coming with you."
You nodded as you looked on over to Ralph. “Well we can’t let you go on into the future alone. I may not agree with what Barry did, your daughter needs you both Iris. Who knows what kind of manipulation Thawne has been using Nora for.
If there's anyone that knows and can read Eobard Thawne better than anyone, it's going to be the person he was closest with."
“What about your ex? You will most likely see him again. Are you sure you would be able to handle it?" Ralph butted in.
Annoyed side-glance. “What am I saying, of course you would. You’re (y/n), superbadass megasonic (y/s/n)!-”
“funky-fresh?” you added the part of the song, you assumed would come next.
“Thats what in talking about!" He high fives you. "If you’re going to try and quote the song (y/n) at least do it right.”
"Alright. If you guys are done. Let's get going back-" iris clenched her eyes in regret, as soon as she realized the unintentional reference when Ralph's face showed he had caught on.
"TO THE FUTURE!"
"That's why I did not want to say it."
Maybe taking the time sphere was not a good idea as it was created for only one passenger. Iris and Ralph made it work, in condition to Ralph's stretching. You on the other hand, had time-traveled before and still had residue tackions in your system that allowed you to manipulate that energy to travel limitly without a capsule. The question was why not travel in time all the time? Well, as mentioned before, it's limited energy saved up from traveling with Eobard in the past and in to the future. You never knew when it would wear off, so you never risked doing it in case you ever got stranded somewhere. So you just never risked it. But this time it would be worth it. It would be for a cause: To help your friends whom had become basically like your family. And if you had gotten or learned anything from Eobard then it would be planning for the unexpected. Always having a plan, and a backup for all the other plans.
One of those just might be a bit too crazy.
Before you left in the woods: I might have an idea, I know someone in the future who could help us. But hear me out though.
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HE STOPPED LOVING ME!!" You heard Nora exclaim with a thunder in her voice, red lightning illuminating her eyes and her body. You hadn't been in the cell room Eobard was being held to give the two women as much 'privacy' as you could. Knowing that as soon as Eobard saw you, you would be more of a distraction in the drama that had already unfolded. But hearing Nora in so much emotional turmoil wounded you more than anything, especially after somethings you had learned that came from part of your crazy plan.
You jumped off the desk you had been keeping watch with Ralph in disguise as the intimidating-looking guard. He was surprisingly easy to get rid of.
"(Y/n)" Ralph followed behind, "you don't have to do any of this. You've done enough to help us, as it is."
"I don't have to, I know. But I owe it to myself, I owe it to her; to me."
It was time. You had to face him.
Now or never, you thought as you made your way to the steel door.
The door glided open to reveal you and Ralph. You couldn't quite look at him yet, you could only see the yellow from his suit in your peripheral.
You could feel his blue eyes staring, studying, eating you with his gaze. His eyes following your every move, begging for you to look at him. Until you did.
"Can I talk to him... Alone." You were calm, you had to act calm.
"We'll be just outside that door." Iris softly grazed your shoulder as a form of comfort as she, followed by ralph, went into the other room to keep watch. The steel door glided shut with a hiss and with that Iris and Ralph were gone. Leaving you and him alone.
"My love." He pressed his palm against the glass. With so much tenderness, so much awe, so much hope. But you were having none of it. Not anymore.
"Where is Nora? Where did she run off to!"
He hung his head with a deep exasparated sigh, leaving his hand in the glass as a small speck of hope that you would eventually follow to do the same, He was reaching out to be as close to you as possible even with a glass that was there separating you.
"We both know you already know that answer. She was infuriated. Her own father abandoned her, banished her, stopped loving her. Where would any angry speedster go?" He looked back up into your eyes, "And we both know that she, and helping the West-Allen's are not truly the only reasons you came with them to this time. You can read me. I can read you. Now enlighten me with the affirmation that you took this opportunity to come to see me on my last days because you still love me."
"Why did you teach her about the negative speedforce? You know what that did to you!"
"I LOST YOU! YOU WERE TAKEN AND RIPPED FROM ME! BY THEM! BY HIM! I COULDN’T JUST LET HIM TAKE YOU FROM ME! Even if I was destined to be his reverse, he tainted your view of me. I had to fix it. I had to fix us. I couldn't loose you not when you were everything to me"
"You left me first, Eobard! You kept leaving, running! I was always alone! Abandoned! Once you had what you wanted, I barely saw you, you were barely around ."
"Come closer. You still have those same mesmerizing (y/e/c) eyes I love so much." He squinted and analyzed your eyes, smiling to himself. "You are not using your ability to force out information from me. Why?"
"I promised myself I would never use that power on anyone. Especially you."
"That power to control. So hypnotic, that you could make anyone fall in love with you with one look. You could control everything, make them do things with your eyes. Yet, you never took advantage of that power."
"I never wanted to take someone's freewill, it’ s dehumanizing."
"You would never. ...I will tell you what you truly want to know. I want you to know. I want you to know why I did what I did."
"Where did you send them before I incarcerated you?"
Devious smile, "I knew it wasn’t you. Tell me how did you do it. How did you get back?" He stepped closer with seemingly predatorial mannerism in his walk. His eyes were shinning. You didn't know where to look. But to convince him you had to look straight, confident. Not let him get under your skin.
"I have my ways, Eobard. Now tell me before they come back or I swear-"
"I love this you so much-" he was so feral he almost banged himself against the glass
"TELL ME!" You demanded back.
"Happy 53rd birthday, sweetheart. You don't look a day over 23."
"Don’t Eobard."
"I don’t blame you or hate you for being the one who put me in here. I am fully aware of the circumstances that led me here. I just want you to know that I know. And that I still love you. Every version of you. You would think that being in prison on death row would make someone mix up and forget what days it is when everyday becomes mundane. I know exactly what day it is. And if you’re asking about them... I know exactly who you are, my love, but- ah, they don’t know."
"Eobard."
"I'll tell you everything you need to know... Only if you do something for me, my love. For your future."
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"Did he believe you?"
"Sure did."
"So what you and the other you are telling me, is that you are a time cop from the future and you were the one that put him in here?"
"Not a time cop from the future, in the future.
And second, i didn't put him away. "Well, not exactly. I did, but I didn’t. Future me does. And she-I was understanding/supportive that she gave me some notes on what to say to convince him I was her. It’s confusing I know, but he did basically let it slip to where she will be. She wants to be where her parents are, even if she feels betrayed. She doesn't want to be tracked. She doesn't want to be detected. So the only way to go undetected as a speedster is to use a force, a different type of a force, a negative-reverse version of the speed force."
"She doesn't want to be located?"
"If she doesn't want to be found, if she doesn't want to be tracked, the only place she would want to go back to is the past."
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The Wells Story Ideas
Because, as time is going on in my head and insomnia strikes me once more, I find myself stuck with the urge to write, yet no will to write, I give you some ideas about Harrison Wells and his many incarnations that you can use for your own pleasure, whether imagining it in your head or actually writing it.
If you do write a story from one of these, let me know. I’d love to read it.
Putting a keep reading tab in case there are spoilers.
*ahem*
Harribard Eowells
- Kidnapping you to protect you from Gorilla Grodd.
- Taking you to Big Belly Burger on a first date. You hate him for it, but are secretly grateful for the casual setting.
- Telling you he’s the Reverse Flash in an attempt to keep you on his side. It failing. The two of you having to fight. Watching him get erased from existence.
Earth-1 Harrison Wells
- Talking about having a family and a future with you
- Suggesting that you go to Big Belly Burger on the way home, just barely missing a traffic jam. Taking an alternate route, never running into Eobard that night.
- Harrison begging and pleading with Eobard to save you after the crash. You saying that it’ll all be okay before you die.
Harry Wells
- You get kidnapped by Zoom. He spends days without sleeping trying to track you down. Offering to switch places so you can be with Jessie. Jessie getting taken instead. The two of you searching together.
- Meeting your doppelganger on Earth-1. Your Earth-2 self being dead. You bringing him Big Belly Burger and just talking and trying to keep the mood light as you search for Jessie
- Harry finding out that your Earth-1 twin is dead. When he gets back, he pulls you into the longest hug imaginable.
HR Wells
- HR doing whatever he can to make you smile after you learn that Iris was going to die
- Begging Gypsy to spare his life. Saying that you love him for the first time in front of a complete stranger.
- Holding onto him as he dies, begging for him not to leave you alone. Not again.
Well, there you go. Some story ideas running around in my brain that I can’t seem to bring life to. They’re all yours, I guess.
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Do you think we could ever see the original Earth 1 Harrison Wells? From what little we got of him, he seemed so much nicer than the other versions: humble, still very intelligent, in love with his wife. Had things been different, he might have been the mentor Barry needed. And Cisco's reaction to him would be interesting. I wonder if that Harrison could have grown to think of Cisco as a son like Eobard did.
I’m not 100% confident in calling him nicer. I mean I agree, he wasn’t evil, definitely not a murderer, very much in love with his wife. But he wasn’t ravaged by trauma and guilt the way Harry is, so it’s hard to compare them. We saw E1-Harrison at his best? When he was making plans for the future with his wife, young(ish) and hopeful and brilliant.
And in many ways, we saw HR at what could’ve been his worst (his life was bad enough that he was literally willing to hop dimensions to leave it, his reputation in shambles and his bff/partner [husband?] hating him) and yet he still displayed a great deal of kindness, underneath his tendency to bowl people over.
I would be curious to see him, but I would hope that if we ever do, it would be an equally multifaceted portrayal as these other versions of the character. And I don’t really expect to see him, no. He’s very much dead and the team has never met him, nor has any reason to run back in time to connect with him.
And I suspect that he’d be more like Harry than not, honestly. They had the same dream - to build STAR Labs - the same genius, the same love of their life. If we met E1-Harrison in such a way as he was brought forward to the future and learned about everything that happened? I would anticipate that he would close off and be cold and angry for a while too, looking at everything that had happened to him and the people and creations he loved and worked so hard for. Not as cold and hard as Harry, not a soldier in the way that Harry is, but I don’t anticipate he’d be soft, or sweet, not after all that.
And as for Cisco and Barry and the team... it’s hard to say. Eobard mentored Cisco and appreciated him for his genius and came to see him ‘as a son’ (except for the whole part where he murdered him) but he was manipulative and ego-filled. E1-Harrison would be more balanced, might’ve kept more of a professional distance since he wasn’t trying to twist people around his finger. If he met Barry now he would have no particular reason to see him as a mentee, and he’d never have had Eobard’s obsession with Barry. He would’ve been a kinder mentor, had he been around in S1, but maybe would’ve failed the team in other ways. He wouldn’t have tachyon tech to help Firestorm, or future-knowledge to influence the outcomes of events (like against Blackout). He probably wouldn’t have pushed Barry so hard so fast, i imagine?
I am curious what the ‘Council of Wells’ is going to give us, though. A Harrison much like the E1 Harrison might be neat. A Harribard/Eowells from another dimension would be exquisite though I think ultimately unlikely (because it would narratively undermine how ‘unique’ E1 feels to the viewer, and they won’t want that). A Harrison who is cruel, maybe? A Harrison who is noble? It’s a neat concept, so long as their execution works out.
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Writing’s On The Wall
Quantum Of Solace (Chapter-4)
Warnings: Masturbation.
Author’s note: I loved this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, let me know what you think. Also I made the moodboard from editing pics to putting it together, if you want to use it or share it just tag me!
Quantum Of Solace.
The light of the screen illuminates your face, the room around you is dark, cold, giving the feeling of being locked up in a nightmare. A single tear rolls down your face as Christina’s words echos through your mind, is as if he was a completely different man. Your fingers move to the rewind button once again, playing the scene once more; the screen shows Harrison, looking at the camera, sitting in his chair before he abruptly gets up, walking to a board, talking about how he managed to keep a diary, symbols you had never seen are written on the board, he seems euphoric, as if this breakthrough was his salvation.
Ripping the drive your had found a few minutes earlier off the computer, when you were rummaging through his things, you walk over to the kitchen, looking for the phone as thunder roars over the skylight, lighting illuminating the room. Your finger begging to dial, hands shaking and your breathing becomes erratic as panic settles on you. She had been right, something was definitely very wrong with this man, he was pretending to be paraplegic.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice echos through the house, making you turn your head around, eyes going wide as you see him sitting in front of you, you hadn’t even heard him coming in.
“You are faking it!” Comes your accusation, your eyes are glossy and your hands shaky.
“I’m calling the police, you…” you point at him with your phone.
“You are not going to get away with this, you are lying to everyone, I knew there was something off with you.” You finish, finger about to dial when movement catches the corner of your eye.
Gripping the armrest of his chair he gets up, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the chair, the darkness around you both only briefly interrupted by lightning falling from the sky, illuminating his silhouette briefly.
“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” He half whispers tilting his head slightly to the side, looking almost pained to having to do whatever he will do next, before taking a step towards you, the realization of how tall he is hits you, leaving you breathless as you take a step back, your hand quickly opening a drawer and taking a knife in your hand, lifting it in his direction.
“Stay right there!” Your voice tries to sound confident, strong, but the shakiness and fear in it gives away how you really feel. He knows you are terrified, he knows he has the upper hand, he has you cornered at his mercy.
“How ironic, being threatened with a knife.” He smirks, moving closer in your direction, he can see the way your hand shakes, making the grip unsteady.
“Back off, I’m calling the police,” your finger is about to graze the dial button when a storm hits you, suddenly the phone is long gone and Harrison is behind you, his body pressed firmly to your back as he pushes you against the counter, his much bigger hand covering the hand holding the knife as he squeezes yours, erupting a scream off your lips at the pain he is inflicting trying to get you to drop the knife.
Throwing all the strength you have into your back you try to push him off of you, failing miserably, his body barely giving into your attempt, panic is settling fast over you, your mind racing for a way out and suddenly the only idea you can come up with is to try and somehow kick him in the balls. But the moment your feet start to move is as if he had seen it in slow motion, he managed to let go of your other hand before grabbing your feet, pulling you and throwing you off balance, turning you around, facing him as his hand grips your face.
“You were so close of making it out of here, but you had to go and meddle into things.” He half growls, a flicker of red illuminating his face briefly, his hand moves back, starting to vibrate in the hair as he purses his lips, his eyes turning a bright shade of red.
Realization dawns on you, he is one of them, one of those meta-humans going about, he is angry, you have angered him and now he most likely will kill you. Tears prickle your eyes and your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
“Let me go!” You try, struggling with him, trying to break free but his hold on your face only tightens.
His hand slaps down on the counter behind you, rattling everything on it as a wiring noise fills your ears. His face moves closer to yours, the proximity of his body making you push yourself backwards into the kitchen island, making it dig painfully against your spine.
“Your chance to go is long gone,” he whispers.
“You are now stuck here, with me, and had you been more careful we could had both gone our ways and I would be free of your impertinence.” He angrily states, half whispering, half yelling on your face.
“Listen here, and listen carefully,” he squeezed your jaw harder, trying to make his point across.
“You will stay here until I have reached my goal, and you better behave because trust me,” he half chucked, watching the way your lips purse and your pulse quickens in fear.
“I can make you wish I had kill you, and don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try anything. Don’t think you can outsmart me.” He says, before letting go of your face and moving out of your space, not before grabbing the phone out of your reach.
His eyes follow your form, seeing you run down the hall, tripping on your own feet as you try to go faster inside your room. Once he hears the door close, a sigh leaves his mouth, his hands running through his hair, frustration radiating off of him. This was a less than ideal situation, now he is stuck with you, stuck with your insufferable presence. The only gain he has on this is the ability to finally walk in his house, without having to hide, but the sole thought of having to share his space with you for longer than anticipated is enough to put him in a bad mood again.
The rest of the night Eobard threads through the house, his mind is in overdrive, thinking of any possible scenario, any possibilities where he would need to get rid of you. Your door remains locked through the night, and sometime after midnight he decides to retire to his own room, he needs to shower, to relax and take in as much calmness as he can given the circumstances. He sleeps on edge, constantly waking up, ready to speed if you as so much try anything, but you don’t, and he doesn’t see you leave your room when he leaves the next day. What he does see is you trying to leave, only to realize the door is locked, he sees you trying to connect with someone through the computer; he speeds to the house, catching you, scaring you as a red torment consumes you, he thanks Gideon for being able to see everything that goes on in the house through the cameras back at the lab, and he makes it clear he in not a patient man despite what it may look like on the outside, warning you for the last time.
The next couple of days pass by in haze, he sees you, wandering around the house once he is gone, you barely talk, barely eat, but he sees you looking into any possible way to leave. His pride hurts at the fact that he is aware he is not an insufferable man, he doesn’t want you with him, but he needs to ensure his plan. Perhaps a truce is in order but he won’t take the first step, too aware of how stubborn he can be. Thankfully back at the labs no one has brought you up anymore, everyone believing you are staying extra time for work, he doesn’t want to say you have left, he knows what the stakes are, keeping the lie simple is easier than over complicating it.
Walking through the door, late in the afternoon, he gets up from the chair, stretching his back, the front of his shirt riding up a little. He sets a pace, making his way to the kitchen only to stop mid way through. There on the middle of the room he notices you, looking at him, eyes cautious, a glass of wine in your hand. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at you and back at the glass.
“If you want to torture me here I may as well make the best of it.” You say, the glass almost overflowing, the comment making him snort.
“Trust me, keeping you here and torturing you are the last things on my mind.” He adds, continuing his stance to the decanter and grabbing a drink for himself.
“Then why won’t you let me go!” You insist, tire of trying to leave this place.
“Because I have worked too hard and too much for this, and you won’t ruin me, you won’t ruin it, have you not meddle into things you would be on your way by now.” He is getting mad, agitating himself.
Your lips purse as you whip around, successfully bumping your shoulder against his as you walk past him, putting extra effort into pushing him.
“Such a brat.” You hear him say, making you turn around and fist your hands at you side before huffing and stomping your feet in frustration.
“You are only adding to my point.” He teases you, pointing at you with his glass.
“Tess would be so disappointed in you!” You try to jab at his heart but his response only confuses you more.
“I wish I could say I care, but sadly I never knew her.” The sarcasm drips from his words, he notices how confusion takes over your features.
“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne. I’m not Harrison Wells, I’m not who you think I am.” He says, hand on his hips as he leans on the counter.
“What? How, how can you be someone you…” you trail off, your mind feels like a labyrinth of thoughts and questions.
“All you need to know is that I’m not Harrison Wells, but everyone needs to believe I am.” He says, pointing around you to an imaginary audience before taking the whole decanter and making his way to his own room.
The door shuts behind him, he releases a breath as he closes his eyes. This is becoming harder than he imagined, every interaction you share is fill with sarcasm or hate, he rejoices on teasing you, but he wishes he could simply void his mind of any thoughts regarding you. Sighting he makes his way to the bathroom, removing his jacket halfway through the room, followed by his long sleeve shirt as he passes in front of the floor length mirror, reflecting his body, his broad shoulders accompanied by ripped arms that seem to go on for miles; he stops, removing his pants, the curve of his ass is prominent and the muscles of his abdomen taunt, adorned by a trail of hair going all the way down his belly button, passing by the middle of a v line, reflecting a river one may desire to swim in.
Once in the bathroom he closes the door, scratching his neck, turning on the water on the all glass shower before going in. He removes the last piece of clothing before going under the stream of water. The hotness of it immediately reddens his skin, stealing a sight out of his mouth, the glass begins to fog around him and the memory of your body behind the glass door comes back to his mind. He wets his hair, hoping it will clear him of you but once his eyes close the only image behind them is the curve of your breast. The shape of your body, the color of your skin and that god forsaken hand running up your leg, running higher and higher and he feels his breath catching just imagining where it was heading to.
He feels uncomfortable, turning the water colder doesn’t seem to alleviate his problem and honestly he hates cold water. Regulating it once more he decides to approach this the only way he can, giving into a comfort he rarely indulges into. Taking a deep breath his hand moves to grasp himself, giving it a soft stroke, testing the waters before leaning his hand against the opposite wall for support. He moves his hand faster, the muscles on his abdomen contracting with every stroke of his hand, the veins on his neck beginning to show and his balls tightening, he feels his release close and he indulges in the memory of your perfume, what it would feel like to run his nose over the curve of your neck, down your shoulder, what it would feel like if it was his hand running against your leg, caressing your skin and moving higher to reach that place he so desperately feels the need to be in. With a sudden gasp his orgasm hits him, a grunt escaping him as his semen hits the floor, his hand still working to get him off completely. Once he is spent he can finally relax, letting out a breath as he throws his head back, allowing the water to run down his face and neck, washing away the anger he suddenly feels at not being able to control his own body, he hates you and he hates the reaction you bring out of him.
He looks at the clock, is sometime after 8:30 pm, his stomach rumbles and he considers if ordering Big Belly Burger is the best option. He runs the risk of someone seeing you but at the same time he hates the hassle it would create for him to go out on the wheelchair again to get the food himself. He decides on the later, grabbing the arm of the chair and speeding himself and the chair to get the food, only to be back in less than 10 minutes with bags in hand. He hates you but he can’t starve you, he is not that cruel. Walking to your room and knocking on the door, feeling himself growing annoyed when you take more than two seconds to open.
“What do you want?” Comes your response, the lack of manners you posses making a scowl appear on his face.
“You could be more grateful, I could let you starve you insufferable woman.” He says, annoyed already and regretting his decision of bringing you food.
“You are an insufferable man and I despise you, what kind of name is even Eobard, didn’t your parents love you?” That accusation jabs at his heart, opening a wound long forgotten and he hates how fucking spot on you have hit him.
Slamming the food down onto the floor with more force than necessary he speeds away, refusing to be there when you open the door, refusing to allow you to see how much it had affected him the pain the memory of his childhood brings him. Damn you and damn his kindness, you don’t deserve any of it.
You hear the bag slamming down, the quiet noise the air makes around you, he is gone, suddenly your words come back to you, he didn’t give you any sarcastic response, he didn’t even try to, maybe his childhood was a touchy subject you had inadvertently touched. Swinging your legs off the bed you run to the door, opening it faster than you intended to, only to find the bag of food in your step.
“Harrison” you call out before remembering that that’s not his name. Cursing lowly when silence greets you, guilt filling you as you realize that he was trying to be kind and you threw his efforts at his face.
“Hey come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” You try again, but there’s no response, he is gone.
Closing the door back you move to the bed, sitting down and opening the bag, he even added fries for you, and the gesture softens you a little and only adds to the guilt. He didn’t ask for you to be here the same way you didn’t ask to be here. He is having to put up with someone coming and slamming everything around for him. Even after all the unanswered questions you have it still comes as a shock that you don’t really know this man, he is a complete stranger who you are sure hates this more than you. Oblivious to you, in the other end of his house, his food lays untouched, his hands tangled in his hair. He has lost his appetite and the need to create chaos fills him, the only way he knows how to cope, how to adapt. Adjusting the ring on his finger he moves away from the bed, pulling his suit with a flick of his hand before phasing through it. A nightmare in yellow speeding out of the house, ready to destroy, ready to hurt the same way he has been hurt over and over again. He wants to destroy, he wants to hurt and he hates that the only thing it took for a storm to unleash was you.
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Hope in the Darkness, Part 3 - (EoWells x reader)
A/N: This was originally just going to be one part which turned into two, which now looks like it might even reach five! This bit is some more angst with some angsty fluff thrown in. (I’m broken.) Hope you enjoy it though!
Summary: It was inevitable that you’d learn the truth about Harrison Wells...
Part 1 Part 2
*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*
Since Harrison proposed, you’d been living the dream. All the distance between the two of you had evaporated, in fact, you were now closer than ever.
And you absolutely loved it.
You did have an underlying had a feeling that Barry and the others were keeping something from you, but maybe they were just trying not to interrupt your blissful state with the chaos in their own lives.
But you should have known really that perfect things could never last.
And your particular nightmare all started with a text, a text from Barry Allen.
You were stood pouring over a recipe book in yours and Harrison’s kitchen as you decided what you were going to make for dinner that evening when your phone buzzed in your pocket.
You absentmindedly took it out of your pocket, unlocking it with a swipe of your finger and instantly freezing at the message written on the screen.
From Barry, 6:24 pm: - (Y/N), DO NOT LET DR WELLS SEE THIS. We’ve found out something that changes everything. Meet us at my lab at CCPD. Come quickly and DO NOT TELL DR WELLS WHERE YOU’RE GOING. – Barry.
You read the message over three times as it took a while for the words to actually sink in.
What could they possibly have found out? And why did you have to keep it from Harrison?
A million different things flew through your head as you closed the book on the counter and made your way to the study where you knew Harrison was still working on something.
Your hands shook slightly as you rounded the corner and knocked gently on the doorframe, catching your fiancé’s attention.
“Hey, darling,” he said gently when he turned around, taking off his glasses and putting them on the desk as you took a few steps forward, trying not to let on that anything unusual was going on, “everything okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” you replied with a quick smile, “I was just choosing a recipe for dinner and we’re short on a few things… um, so I’m just gonna pop out and get them. I won’t be long.”
He smiled at you, reaching forwards to take your right hand and placing a soft kiss on the back of it. “You really are so good to me,” he said, looking up at you lovingly.
“I know,” you replied, trying to remain as normal as possible with a little giggle, squeezing his hand before backing up towards the door. “Back before you know it.”
As soon as you turned away, your expression changed back to apprehensive as you made your way to the door, putting on your shoes and coat and grabbing your purse before heading out to your car.
You drove as quickly as you could to the police department, running up the stairs to Barry’s lab where you were met with the solemn gazes of Barry, Caitlin, Cisco and Joe.
“(Y/N)…” Caitlin said, taking a step towards you with an anxious look, but Barry spoke before she could continue.
“You didn’t tell him anything, right?”
You looked at Barry, slightly taken aback by his tone. “No, no, he thinks I’m out buying groceries, we have about twenty minutes before he suspects something… Barry, what is this about?”
Everyone exchanged nervous little looks which set you even more on edge. But nobody spoke.
“Will somebody please tell me why I’m having to lie to my fiancé!” you shouted, making both Cisco and Caitlin jump. You’d never normally raise your voice with any of them but this was scaring you and you needed an explanation.
“(Y/N), Dr Wells, um… he - you might want to sit down,” Barry said, whipping around the lab and grabbing you a chair.
You quickly sat in it, staring expectantly at Barry again. He glanced at Joe again before continuing.
“Dr Wells… he isn’t who he says he is…”
“What do you mean by that, Barry?” you asked, completely clueless as to where to even start analysing that sentence.
“We found a body, outside Starling City…” Joe took over, “and that body was an exact genetic match to Harrison Wells…”
“No… no, it can’t be,” you said forcefully, shaking your head and looking wide-eyed at each of them in turn. “How would that even be possible – to take someone else’s body? It isn’t possible.”
“That’s what we thought and we don’t know how yet… but that’s… not even the worst part,” said Caitlin, coming to hold your hand as she turned to Barry again.
“What exactly could be worse than telling me that Harrison’s a, what? A fake?”
“Dr Wells, or whoever he actually is, he’s the man in the yellow suit… he killed my mom all those years ago. He’s the Reverse Flash.”
You suddenly couldn’t breathe. You stared at a point on the far wall as your eyes began to well with tears.
The Reverse Flash? No. No, Harrison was paralysed. He couldn’t even walk, let alone zip about the city at superhuman speeds. They had to be wrong.
“You have to have made a mistake.” Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke, thick with emotion and unshed tears. “I’ve been with Harrison Wells for three years, I’ve lived in the same house as him for two; I would know if he were a speedster!”
“I didn’t want to believe it at first either… but the more we found out…” Caitlin said gently as Barry knelt down in front of you as the tears began to run down your cheeks.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry, but we’re not wrong...”
“You’re asking me to believe that the man I love, the man I’ve agreed to marry… is a murderer,” you said, looking Barry in the eye as the tears flowed freely, “you’re going to have to give me some proof.”
You remained seated in a state of shock as Cisco and Caitlin provided you with all their evidence: pictures of the body they’d found and the DNA reports, Cisco’s memories that they’d just recovered of the alternative timeline where Harrison had confessed to the murder and apparently killed him, and his secret room in one corridor in S.T.A.R Labs which contained the Reverse Flash suit.
You couldn’t dispute what they had found and it made you feel completely numb.
Your Harrison; your lover, fiancé and best friend, had lied to you for all these years. He’d lied to everyone for over a decade.
You didn’t know what to say. All you wanted was to wake up so that you could pretend it was all a horrible dream.
The air seemed so much thinner all of a sudden. You’d seen enough and now you just had to get out of there.
“I assume you want me to keep this all of this knowledge from Harrison?” you asked the room bluntly. “I assume I’m the last to know because you were worried I’d let on, or maybe even that I knew already…. You must be about to make your move.”
“Yes, you have to keep this secret,” Joe said, “we’re making a plan, but you have to be one-hundred percent normal around him until we’re ready.”
You nodded once before standing. “I have to go,” you said, quickly wiping the tears away and grabbing your purse, “Harrison will start to wonder where I am.”
“(Y/N), we’re really sorry that you had to find out like this,” Barry said quietly as you moved towards the door.
You simply looked at each of the four of them in turn, a forced smile on your face as you gave a small huff of resigned laughter. You wanted to hate them for pulling you out of your perfect little bubble but you knew really, in the back of your mind, that they were just trying to keep you safe. Though you’d never imagined that you would ever need saving from the man you’d given your heart to…
Not thinking of anything else that you could possibly say, you turned around and exited the building as quickly as you could possibly move.
Your mind was racing as you went home (via the store to keep your cover story intact) and you tried so hard to push back everything you’d just learnt. But it was too difficult.
Harrison was waiting for you when you got home and you knew a few minutes in that you were doing an appalling job of acting normally. But you really just wanted to cry again and that feeling was drowning you.
You cooked dinner silently, without singing to any of your music like you normally did which quickly led Harrison to the conclusion that something was definitely wrong.
“(Y/N), are you okay? You’ve been off ever since you got back… is everything alright?” he asked after he’d finished his food, frown forming as he took your free hand in his.
You twirled your spaghetti around your fork again, having barely eaten a quarter of your plate. Funnily enough, you didn’t have much of an appetite right now.
You dropped your fork onto the plate and just looked at him. Blue eyes fixed on yours, full of concern and love, just for you. Could it be possible that the others were wrong, despite everything? Could a man who’s lied and murdered feel like this about you and make you feel so loved?
You decided in that moment, at least for tonight, that yes, he could.
“Will you just hold me, please?” you asked quietly, knowing you were on the verge of tears again.
“Of course, come here,” he replied instantly, still looking incredibly concerned as he opened his arms to you.
You got out of your chair and immediately crawled into his lap, leaning against his chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck. His arms went around you, holding you tightly as he rubbed circles on your arm and back while you just breathed him in.
Your hands buried themselves in his jumper as you just tried to keep him close, not wanting to let go of anything between you.
Neither of you said a word before you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair. “I’m always going to keep you safe, (Y/N), no matter what, okay?” he said against your head, before taking a deep breath. “I adore you.”
You had a suspicion at that point that he knew exactly what you’d learnt that evening, but neither of you made any kind of move to say it or act on it.
Instead, you just looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears as you echoed his words. “And I will always love you. No matter what.”
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Hope in the Darkness - (EoWells x reader)
A/N: This was originally going to be one story, but then it got up to 2500 words and I’m not finished the latter half yet so I decided to split it into two :) Hope everyone is up for some Harribard angst! (I promise the second half will be fluffier.)
Summary: Imagine being with Harrison Wells and when he starts to become distant (because he’s running around as the Reverse Flash), you start to worry if your relationship is no longer working. You confront him about it, but will he tell you the truth?
*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*
Christmas was fast approaching, but despite the festive cheer in the air in Central City, you didn’t feel much like celebrating.
You’d anticipated that after the particle accelerator disaster, this year would be hard for your boyfriend, Harrison Wells, but you hadn’t quite foreseen just how badly he’d be affected when the one year anniversary rolled around.
He’d become more distant than he’d ever been with you and, if you were truly honest, you were starting to wonder if there was something more on his mind than just his failed experiment.
In the last couple of weeks, he’d been speaking to you less and less, his replies becoming shorter as though he was in a hurry to get away from you. And then there were the nights when he didn’t even come home from STAR labs…
You were seriously beginning to think that you’d done something to make him like this. Yes, he was a bit melancholy around Caitlin, Cisco and Barry, but he wasn’t acting like he was trying to actively avoid them like he seemed to be with you.
But you didn’t know what you could possibly have done to have caused this. Unless maybe he was starting to think about leaving you… And that thought made your heart ache.
There was nothing else you could do. You had to talk and ask what had happened to make him act like this around you because you couldn’t go on thinking like that.
You stood off to the side whilst Joe and Barry told Harrison about the Man in Yellow who Barry had had a fight with the previous night.
You weren’t really listening to the details of the conversation as you were busy trying to hold your nerve to talk to Harrison when he was done, but you were suddenly alerted to its end when Barry rushed out of the room, followed quickly by Joe.
This was it. You had your chance.
You watched as Joe gave Harrison a look before following Barry off down the corridor before taking a step towards him yourself.
”Hey, are you alright?” he queried when he noticed you moving forwards, clearly sensing that something was off and moving himself a little closer to you as well.
”Um, sort of… can we talk?” you asked, scratching your head slightly and looking down at the floor in anxiety.
Harrison looked up at you, expression suddenly much more concerned. “Of course, what about?”
You took a deep breath, beginning to fidget with your hands as you formulated your response. “You didn’t come home again last night…”
As he heard your statement, you watched as he closed his eyes, taking off his glasses and running a hand over his face. “I know, (Y/N), I’m sorry. I just got caught up here and ended up sleeping in one of the spare rooms. I should have called you…”
You sighed, shaking your head slightly, finally able to say what was plaguing your mind. “It’s not just that, Harrison. The last few weeks… it feels like I’ve barely seen you, or even spoken to you that much. I go to bed alone and wake up the same-”
“I know, things have just been really complicated around here lately.”
”And your work is important. I get that, I do,” you assured, taking another step towards him and holding his gaze, “but so is us, Harrison. I’m starting to feel like it’s less of the work getting in the way and more of the fact that you just don’t want to see me. Are you having doubts about us? Did I-I do something wrong? …Is there someone else?”
The last question left your lips as a whisper, looking at him with a mixture of fear and sadness at the prospect of an answer to that one.
“Of course not, I’d never do that to you!” he replied instantly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly as he looked up at you, “I love you, (Y/N), more than I can say.”
”Then tell me the truth!” you cried, as you felt your throat tighten, “Why haven’t you been coming home? Why won’t you talk to me?”
“If I could tell you, I would, but-”
“But what, Harrison?” you implored desperately. It was like he couldn’t see how much you were affected by his behaviour. “There shouldn’t be any kind of condition on the truth. Especially between us, with everything we’ve been through in the last year alone…“
“I can’t-” he started, but you’d had enough.
”Fine, if that’s how you want to play it…” you said, tearing your hand from his grasp and striding off towards the door. “When you’re ready to actually tell me what’s going on with you, then you come and find me,” you shouted back over your shoulder at him as you approached the exit.
“(Y/N), wait…”
“I just need some air,” you replied, trying to sound curt, but your voice cracked on the last word as you took off out of the Cortex.
You practically ran down the corridor as the tears which had been building up over the course of argument began to flow freely down your cheeks.
You knew Harrison could be difficult and stubborn, you’d been with him long enough to know that, but you hadn’t expected that kind of reaction. Refusing to tell you anything at all…
It made you think, if he wouldn’t tell you what was going on then what could he possibly be hiding?
OoOoO
He watched you go, mentally cursing himself for how he’d handled the situation.
He’d known that starting to reveal the ‘Man in Yellow’ was going to potentially cause problems, but he hadn’t foreseen you coming to that kind of conclusion.
But he had truly meant what he’d said. Despite everything, he did love you, more than he ever thought possible. And if he was sure that you wouldn’t immediately leave him if he told you everything, the real truth, then he’d do so in a heartbeat.
But that was the problem. He could never be completely honest with you and keep you with him.
He knew that he couldn’t let you go; he couldn’t be without you, not now after relying on you and loving you for this long. So he had to find a way to explain his recent actions and a way to make it up to you without you learning the truth.
And fast… though that, at least, was his speciality.
A/N 2: Well, that went well, Harribard… Part 2 maybe later this week or early next week :)
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Hope in the Darkness, Part 2 - (EoWells x reader)
A/N: Yay, Part 2! I promised more fluff, but there is some angst to begin with. I really enjoyed writing this though, so enjoy!
Summary: After your argument with Harrison, the team set about capturing the Man in Yellow. You try to stay angry at him, but when he’s injured by the Speedster, you know that the two of you have to talk.
Part 1 here
*gif not mine, all credit to the creator*
“Cisco. Lights.”
“Sure thing, Dr Wells,” Cisco said, tapping a few keys on his keyboard to turn the lights on downstairs. You watched on the screen as they came on, everyone taking their first good look at the man in the trap.
You sat with Caitlin and Cisco in the Cortex as Harrison, Joe and Detective Thawne, flanked by a unit of the CCPD, went down to the basement in order to trap the Man in Yellow.
You’d avoided Harrison all day since your argument, planning to honour your statement and let him come to you when he was ready to give an explanation.
You’d chosen instead to sit with Cisco as he finished building the speedster trap down in the basement. You were out of the way down there, and even if Cisco had figured out something was wrong, he didn’t try to pry, for which you were grateful. He’d seen the pair of you at your best and worst and knew that you preferred to sort any disagreements out yourselves.
You had considered going home once the trap was completed, but despite the uncertainty with Harrison at the moment, you wanted to be there when they tried to capture the speedster, just in case something went wrong. It was a risky plan, and honestly, you didn’t really like it.
As Harrison started interacting with the Man in Yellow, you suddenly felt very anxious for everyone downstairs. Something didn’t seem quite right about the way he was talking...
“The supercapacitors, the containment field is fluctuating,” Cisco said suddenly, panic edging its way into his voice. “They need to get out of there now!”
“Oh, I’m not like the Flash at all. Some would say that I’m the reverse,” came the Speedster’s voice through the coms, just as the screens all went dark and you lost sight of Harrison.
“Cisco, what’s happening?” you asked, standing up as dread flooded your body, staring helplessly at the static-filled video feed.
Cisco and Caitlin both shook their heads at you, worry etched onto their faces. But there was one thing you could all agree on. Everyone had to leave that room.
”Dr Wells! Evacuate! Get out of there now!” Caitlin cried desperately into the microphone, “Dr Wells!?”
“Harrison! Get out!” You tried, but you knew really that none of your warnings were getting through.
This couldn’t be happening. If that thing got out and hurt Harrison, you didn’t know what you’d do...
“Cisco! Turn off the barrier!” came Joe’s voice urgently as the coms system came back online, but the things you could hear made you wish it hadn’t.
“If I turn it off, that thing is going to get out!” Cisco yelled back.
“Cisco, he’s gonna kill Wells!”
You put your head in your hands as you heard the sounds of Harrison being beaten by the Speedster.
“Cisco, please!” you pleaded, looking up at your friend, suddenly very aware that you could lose your boyfriend without having sorted everything out. To tell him again that you loved him, no matter what.
All of a sudden, a blur of yellow lightning told you that Barry had arrived on the scene. You watched on the renewed video link as Barry whipped into the basement taking the other speedster with him and out of the building.
You shared a look with Cisco and Caitlin and the three of you all ran out of the Cortex, the other two going in the direction of the exit to find Barry, and you towards the basement.
You couldn’t lose him. Not now.
You launched yourself into the elevator, the ride downwards seeming like an eternity and giving you way too much time to run through all the possible scenarios that you could find when you got to the bottom.
But as soon as the doors opened you stopped thinking. You simply raced across the room, avoiding looking at Detective Thawne or any of the fallen cops on the floor, and just heading up to the raised platform where your boyfriend was laid, bloody and bruised, but alive.
“(Y/N)...” he said, voice raspy, as he reached out to grasp your hand as you approached.
“I’m here, it’s okay, I’m here,” you replied softly, falling to your knees next to him, encasing his hand in both of yours.
“We have to get him upstairs to Caitlin,” Joe said quietly, putting a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.
You nodded, tears brimming your eyes as you looked Harrison over, analysing the extent of his injuries.
“I’ll be okay...” he told you weakly, squeezing your hand slightly.
You gave him a small watery smile and nodded before rising from your knees.
With the help of Joe and Eddie, you managed to get Harrison back into his chair which would enable you to get him back to the Cortex where Caitlin would be able to patch him up.
You said nothing on the journey up in the lift or along the corridors, just clutching his hand tightly as though you were scared to let go. And, in all honesty, you were.
You didn’t want to think about what could have happened if Barry hadn’t had come in when he had; you’d have to remember to thank him later when Harrison had been taken care of and you were sure that he was going to be alright.
When you reached the Cortex, Caitlin already had the med-bay bed set up, and once he was sat upon it, immediately got to work on cleaning up Harrison’s wounds and assessing the damage the Speedster had caused.
You helped where you could, tending to a couple of cuts, but you mainly just stayed close to him as Caitlin and Cisco told you both about their quest to find and help Ronnie, who was apparently still alive.
When Harrison apologised to Caitlin and Cisco about not being able to keep his promises, you knew that it was time for you to clear the air with him as well.
“Would you guys give us a minute, please?” you asked, after he finished speaking, finally breaking your long silence and catching the attention of them all.
Caitlin and Cisco both nodded, putting down their things and heading towards the exit of the Cortex. Caitlin sent you a reassuring smile over her shoulder before accompanying her friend down the corridor. You assumed that over the course of the day she’d also figured out something wasn’t quite right between you.
“(Y/N)...” Harrison started once the other two had disappeared, but you cut in.
“No, please, let me go first,” you interjected, determined to get this out, “earlier... I was upset and hurt and I accused you of things... I was angry that you wouldn’t confide in me, but when I thought that he might have killed you tonight... the thought of losing you... that hurt more than anything else ever could.”
You cupped his cheek with one hand, stroking your thumb over his skin, avoiding the bruises beginning to blossom over his face as best you could.
“I love you, Harrison, and if it takes you... a year to tell me what’s going on, then I’ll wait. As long as I know that you’re always going to come back to me.”
Harrison took a deep breath, his blue gaze locked with yours as he nodded.
“I’ve not been fair with you, and I know that,” he replied gently, brushing a loose piece of hair out of your face, “and I hope that you can forgive me for that. But, the truth is, (Y/N)... that I’ve been trying to come up with the right way to do this... and I’ve been avoiding you because every time I looked at you, I was worried about what you were going to say to me when I finally asked... but after all this, I think now is probably the best time.”
You looked on, brow furrowed in confusion at his little speech. But it all suddenly made perfect sense when he pulled a small velvet box out of the pocket of his jacket next to him, opening it to reveal a beautifully cut sapphire ring. The colour was as close as you could get to the shade of his eyes.
You gasped as your hands flew to your mouth, looking from the box to him and back again in utter awe as tears began to brim your eyes for the third time that day.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not getting down on one knee,” he said with a small chuckle before taking one of your hands in his, looking directly into your eyes as he spoke.
“(Y/N), being with you has been one of the greatest honours of my life. You make me stronger, you give me courage and you give me your love, no matter how many times I mess everything up. And if today has taught me anything, it’s that I never want to spend one day without you by my side. I love you more than I could possibly say and you would make me the happiest man of all time if you would agree to be my wife.”
You were utterly speechless at his confession and it took you a second to realise that he was waiting for you to give an answer.
Things with Harrison were never easy and were never going to be, you knew that. But, in the end, after everything you’d been through and how many days, nights and special moments you’d shared together, there was only ever going to be one answer you could give.
“Yes. Yes, of course, I will,” you choked out, as the tears began to roll down your cheeks; happy ones this time.
Harrison beamed at you, taking the ring and placing it on your finger before placing a tender kiss to the back of your hand.
Still trying to be considerate of his injuries, you wound your arms around his neck and held him tightly as he peppered your cheek with kisses.
You leant back, cupping his face with your hand as you pressed your lips against his, pouring your love and affection into the kiss. He responded with just as much emotion, softly combing his hand through your hair.
“I’m sorry for the secrecy,” he murmured against your lips when he pulled away, “I was just nervous...”
“I’ve never known you to be nervous,” you replied with a smirk, “I can’t believe you’d ever think that I wouldn’t say yes.” You let out a little giggle, before planting another kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“I love you, Harrison Wells. Always,” you whispered, smiling broadly.
“I love you too, (Y/N) Wells,” he said mirroring your smile and kissing you again.
“Er, not yet, Mister,” you replied gently with another laugh, “there’ll be plenty of time for you to call me that in the future.”
He laughed along with you, pressing his forehead against yours and you relished in the renewed closeness between you.
”Well, it sounds as though you two have made up,” came Caitlin’s voice from the Cortex doorway, walking back in with Cisco right behind her, smiles on both of their faces.
You glanced at Harrison, just making sure that he was okay with you telling them what had just happened and he just grinned at you and nodded.
...
He watched you animatedly tell Caitlin and Cisco the good news, smiling softly at how happy you were.
He hadn’t necessarily intended to propose to you just yet, but in the end, it seemed to be the perfect plan. He knew that you would have only become more suspicious if he hadn’t found a way of explaining his behaviour of late and this effectively solved both of his problems, at least for the time being.
He would have to tell you eventually, but this way, he could have you with him forever. He’d just have to be careful about how you inevitably learned the truth... But at least now, he had a chance to plan how he was going to break that to you in his own way and you’d be more likely to understand.
He caught your eye as Caitlin was admiring the ring and you shot him a gorgeous smile and he knew in his heart that he’d made the right choice.
He loved you and he would do anything in his power to make sure that you’d always love him too.
You were the bright light of hope in his life of darkness and he was determined to never let that light die.
A/N 2: Okay, so I’m fully aware that this shows Eo as a manipulative bastard, but I genuinely think that this would be something he’d do. He’d have known he’d messed up, knew he couldn’t tell the truth, but wanted to keep the one he loved with him and asking her to marry him kills two birds with one stone. He throws suspicion of off himself and everyone’s happy. So yeah, just my thoughts.
Did remind how much I loved season 1 Wells though... might have to do a rewatch :P
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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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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows - Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Patient Zero
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows
Word Count: 5247
MASTERLIST
“What are you doing out here?”
Your ears perked up at the rough voice, followed by the sound of the balcony door sliding shut. “I couldn’t sleep,” you simply responded, glancing at the dark-haired man before looking ahead at the night sky while airplane lights twinkled above. Light pollution from Keystone obscured the stars just as it was done in Central City every night. I want to see the stars again; they were so nice out in the country. The scenery is probably the only nice thing out in the country that I could handle. Harry’s hands were shoved in his pockets as he gauged you with attentive eyes. From what he had been told since being pulled from the void, you hadn’t been sleeping, but now that’s changed. The genius was actually surprised to see you out of bed tonight when your sleeping cycles had been improved. Was it possible that you were starting to relapse on sleep? Or was your body taking more time to settle into a stable sleep schedule. Harry’s concern for you only increased since living again.
“It’s cold.”
“I know.”
“You’ll get sick.”
“I know,” you whispered the words again, your breath creating visible fog in the brisk night air. A chill ran down your spine, but you shook it off. The cold nipped at your cheeks, but it kept you more awake this way. You didn’t want to shut your eyes, not tonight. You slightly adjusted your seated position on the railing, swaying your feet slightly. You weren’t afraid of falling, your carbon-based powers would catch you.
“I see that Harrison’s gone.”
“Once I told him he can move freely, that his body was no longer in a state of particle flux, he was vehement to leave.” You nodded, shutting your tired eyes for a second to relieve the little ache that resonated in your head. “I don’t blame him.” I made Harrison stay a few days because I needed to make sure he’d be ok before returning to his Time Loop with Tess. My conscience wouldn’t allow me to sleep peacefully if something were to happen to him on his way back. I am responsible for his condition after the extrication. You huffed out another breath of fog. “I know what you did.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, rubbing his hands together for some warmth. “Care to enlighten me?”
“Hmm, isn’t this an all-too-familiar situation?” Six years have gone by, huh. It feels like just yesterday I had just met his grumpy ass when Barry brought him to the labs after the first King Shark takedown.
“…” Harry pursed his lips, knowing what you were referring to - it was all so vivid in his mind. Six years ago, he had killed The Turtle in order to steal Barry’s speed for Zoom to release Jesse. A futile attempt as the psychotic speedster demanded more of Barry’s speed than Harry’s conscience would let him, especially after hearing Barry and Cisco’s misplaced guilt with the Tarpit incident. Iris’ hospitalization was Harry’s fault, along with the other lives that were injured and/or lost that night. That was a guilt he had carried in his heart along with the rest from his deeds in Earth-2. You knew of Harry’s reluctant deal with Zoom, having tailed after the dark-haired man and witnessing Jesse’s fear when being ripped away from her father’s arms once more. All of that was prior to his dark instincts pushing him to murder The Turtle in cold blood to sap Barry’s speed via a tachyon draining device he planted in Barry’s suit behind his lightning bolt emblem. A feat Thawne hadn’t even done, yet… stealing Barry’s speed wasn’t Thawne’s intent in the first place. The dark-haired genius recalled the night perfectly in his mind. The blood that stained you and him, the tears in your eyes, your shaky voice and trembling hands – yet you gambled with fate in revealing what you knew to Harry in exchange that he would keep quiet about your powers. In return you wouldn’t breathe a word of what you knew between him and Zoom or what lengths he’d go to for his imprisoned daughter. An even rockier start to your dependence on one another. Looking back, Harry didn’t regret a single moment that he shared with you. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I don’t blame you,” your words broke Harry out of his thoughts, “Eo did that same thing when Thaddeus first showed up.” A little hum escaped your lips as your body moved off the railing to stand beside the Wells doppelganger. Yet, your eyes didn’t meet his, instead transfixed on the glimmering lights from Keystone. “Time travel - it’s so messed up. You’d think our kids would be the ones not to interfere but…” Your fingers lightly tapped in tempo against the cold metal railing as you trailed off. “It’s still so bizarre.” Thaddeus and Jackson’s intentions were justified, especially when Bart and Nora West-Allen were already screwing with the timeline like Barry to preserve their family. Why can’t my kids get away with doing the same? Harry had only raised an eyebrow at you, giving you an odd look that you didn’t see. He understood their intent, but time travel wasn’t something one can easily play with, even Thawne had trouble with the extents he can go to. “Did you get your results?”
“… Yeah.” Legitimate children according to the specialized meta-DNA sample tests I ran.
“Fraternal twins. Never would I have thought to have kids of my own. Certainly not with two frustratingly stubborn and arrogant men. One egg got a set of speedster meta-DNA while the other egg did not.” But I’ve grown to love them nonetheless - powers or not. They’re my kids.
“Thaddeus has the Negative Speed Force and Jackson doesn’t.”
“But Jackson has your marksmanship and apparently your broody demeanor,” you countered, glancing up at Harry’s icy blue eyes with a cheeky grin. Thad did say that Jack’s hits were precise each and every time, no hint of faltering. So I wonder if it’s all a coincidence… “Can’t say he didn’t get anything special.” The corner of his lips tugged up and your heart thrummed heavily in your chest as the dim light hit the side of his face in a perfect glow moment.
“Those two got all that attitude from you.”
“Are you saying that you and Eo don’t have an attitude? Because I’m going to stop you right there, you two are the moodiest men I’ve ever met, and I get my periods.” Harry rolled his eyes, resting his forearms against the railing while you retracted your now freezing hands. Secretly, you wanted him to take your hands in his to warm them up, but you said nothing. It’s too soon for any of that, especially since you don’t know where the two of you stand.
Harry can’t deny that he missed this; missed being amused by your sass, missed being by your side and having you by his. And that teasing grin of yours, it made him want you to pester him forever. “They have that same fire in their eyes that I see when I look at you.”
His words made you hold your breath, the gentle look in his eyes that shined down at you caused your fired up features to melt into a soft expression. “They got their intelligence from you both though. Thad told me that you and Eo were unstoppable in the future.” You averted your eyes from Harry to look back at Keystone, your teeth raking over your bottom lip before opening your mouth, “You haven’t made a decision, have you?”
“…” Harry didn’t respond, instead a little breath left him as he rubbed his face. Before he could answer you, he needed to know one thing. “All those little moments that we’ve had during Zoom, Savitar, DeVoe – what were they?” What am I to you, the one who made a place right in my chaotic life and moved into my heart?
“…” You heard your heartbeat echo loudly in your ear; you didn’t meet his eyes.
“Look at me,” Harry rasped out as he brought a hand to your face, tilting your gaze to meet his own. His thumb rubbed your cold cheek, the bags under your eyes were slowly going away. Subtly, you leaned into Harry’s tender touch. “Be honest.” He didn’t want to let go, not yet.
Even though his warm hand held your face like that, your eyes couldn’t help but escape the look he sent you. Your insides squeezed tightly, your fingers twitching a bit. “They… meant the world to me, even if you left every time.” Your eyes gradually met his blue gaze, the softest emotion twinkled brightly in yours. “I waited for you to come back, each and every time.” Just like how I waited for Eobard.
Harry licked his lips, his breath had hitched quietly at your confession. “Even when Thawne was running around after the first Crisis?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling his other hand on your other cold cheek – his touch lingered there to warm you up with his larger hands. Even then my heart wanted to reach out to you too. I guess I was selfish enough to have both of you in the future. You two were so close right now, it made your head spin just like it did whenever you were around him. Just like it did when you and Eo danced around the idea of liking each other before the Particle Accelerator exploded. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the way Harry looked at you - he made you feel like you were the only one in the world. “Harry, I don’t want to influence your decision, if you don’t have feelings for me… if you’d like to leave, you’re more than welcome to. I won’t stop you.” Harry shifted his gaze to the ground for a moment as he dropped his hand, remembering the small picture in his pocket - the weight that it held. Thaddeus had given him a copy of a framed photograph that now rested in your living room. A picture of the future with two toddlers, Jesse as an adult, Thawne, you, and him. He won’t deny the connection he felt to the two young adults, how Harry felt oddly amused with their presence. But Harry knew you were serious with your words. If he wished to leave, you wouldn’t stop him, even if it meant breaking your heart… and that he’d be robbing you of a child. He’d be robbing Thaddeus and Jesse of a brother. His decision would effectively erase Jackson Wells from existence. How can you smile at him like that with confidence and allow him to choose to leave? Wouldn’t his choice hurt you? Betray your heart in essentially killing your child? … Of course it hurts her. Of course her heart would be in shambles, but what is she supposed to say? Is she supposed to coerce me to stay? She wouldn’t do that because then I wouldn’t be happy. But how would he face the child? How would he tell Jack to his face that he didn’t want a life with you, didn’t want him to ever come to existence? The weight of Jack and Thad’s words echoed in his mind again; Thawne’s execution and the coma you’re thrown in while he juggles two children in the future because of Barry. The misery those two kids are thrown in with having been robbed of two of their parents. The Wells doppelganger already felt the climbing anxiety of carrying the weight of two kids on his own.
Jesse was one thing, Jack and Thad are another. If I choose to leave, then Thaddeus would be the only one Thawne and (Y/N) would have, but… that’d mean that he’d be an orphan at 12 years old with no other family to go to. He could end up in an even worse situation than Zoom. Harry needed more time to mull things over. A few more days, at least…
***One Week Later***
“Wells.”
“What?” Harry snapped, removing his screwdriver from the back portion of Jesse’s emblem. He had been installing a tachyon enhancer device to allow her to go faster, but to also negate her suit from overly absorbing electrical energy so the electricity from the Speed Force doesn’t short-circuit. He was not going to have his daughter lag behind Thawne. “I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
“We need to talk.” The villain retorted, narrowing his eyes at his dark-haired mirror copy. Eobard’s eyes trailed to the lab’s doorway. He needs to hear this before making a decision. “Preferably not in the house with the others around.”
“Thawne-” But Eobard was already speeding away with Harry in his grasp. He didn’t have time for Harry’s bitch attitude. The scenery blurred around the two men. Harry’s been in Flash-time before, has been in Barry’s and Jesse’s grasp when moving at superspeed, but Thawne’s was different. True to the villain’s word, his Negative Speed Force was fueled by anger, fear, and sadness all wrapped in one. It was suffocating; the same emotions that had drowned Harry for a good part of his life when his Tess had died. When Jesse had been taken by Zoom. When DeVoe toyed with him and stole the one thing that Harry held dear – his intelligence. Once Harry’s feet balanced themselves on stable ground, the man could only throw an irritated look at Thawne when the speedster let go of him. Harry took in a breath; his hair was as wild as the speedster’s – practically mirror images without his black-clear framed glasses on. “Was that really necessary?”
“Would you rather (Y/N) hear this now?” Thawne couldn’t help, but snap back at the genius scientist that was to be like a brother to him. Harry glanced over his shoulder, both men were pretty far from your home in Keystone. They were near the woods, a trail of running water sputtered about as birds chirped in the trees. The air was still crisp as it was still the cold season, yet nature’s beauty was as prominent as ever. The hair at the back of Harry’s neck stood up as the cooler temperatures set in with his body.
Harry simply raised an eyebrow at the speedster, a perplexed look graced his rugged features. “What are you going on about, Thawne? I don’t have time for your mind games.” But something didn’t feel right to Harry.
Eobard pressed his lips into a thin line before rubbing his face and glancing to the side. Harry waited with crossed arms as the genius took in a breath, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a device. With his thumb, Eobard pressed the button that activated the device that allowed Gideon to project itself in the palm of his hand. “Good day, Gideon.”
“Good day, Professor Thawne, Dr. Wells.” Harry made no greeting to the AI.
“Gideon, repeat report on Patient Zero.” Harry blinked, curiosity starting to linger as the AI simply nodded at Eobard’s request.
Patient Zero?
“Collecting all necessary files on Patient Zero: Umbress, also known as Carbonite, (Y/N) (L/N).” Harry’s eyes connected with Eobard’s eyes for a brief moment, but even then, the Earth-2 genius caught a flicker of distraught in Thawne’s icy blue gaze. Dread balled in the Wells doppelganger’s stomach as he anticipated what the AI would report. “Status: dead.” No. Harry’s heart dropped as his mouth dried up and bile steadily rose up his throat. Not again. He was just with you a few moments ago – you were sassing him again, this time for your choice in novels that he made remarks about. Your cheeky grin and mischievous expression immediately surfaced to the forefront of his mind. But then it made sense, Thad had looked a bit hesitant when Jack was explaining Thawne’s execution and your capture. The twins didn’t want to show you what they knew, not yet, at least. Eobard casted his eyes onto the ground, he lightly kicked a rock – his insides twisted as he heard the report again for what seemed like the millionth time. The speedster had done everything he can to dissect every detail with Thaddeus to avoid your present self from falling into demise. The only sure solution to Eobard would be for the three of you to live on Earth-2 earlier than anticipated in the timeline and prepare for an attack from Barry and his ‘Speedster Association’. “Cause of death: Ruptured aortic aneurysm. Time of death: unknown.” Harry was finding it harder to breathe, it was like with Tess all over again, but he tried to compose himself in front of Thawne. Harry’s gaze locked onto Thawne’s solemn one with one evident question that hung in the tense air.
What’s your next move?
***Four Days Later***
“Hey, hey, Harry,” you chirped from where you had entered the lab that evening. You, Jesse, and Jack had returned from the mall and grocery store with multiple bags with the idea that Jack can’t just wear Thad’s clothes and he’d need his own set ASAP. So, to the mall you three went. Jesse was over the moon in figuring out how her half-brother dressed, which was a bit different than Thad. Telling Jack not to worry, you pull out Eo’s platinum card and grinned mischievously at the young adults, telling them not to tell Eo you had swiped it off him. Jesse was kind enough to sort all the groceries away while Jack filled his empty closet with his new clothes, pajamas, shoes, etc.…
“Hm?”
“What do you call a potato with a penis?”
Harry just set his glasses down and looked you dead in the eye as his body turned away from the glass board that held multiple equations, opening his mouth and closing it before asking, “… Do I even want to know?” Thaddeus had told Harry about the Negative Tachyon Enhancer and how he’s been trying to get faster. Naturally, the Earth-2 genius’ eyes skimmed over Thawne’s calculations, taking note of a few things for Jesse. The speedster kept silent on other matters though. Without a legitimate answer, how could Eobard trust that Harry won’t run back to STAR Labs with information on Fusion Link and the depths of your abilities? For now, the dark-haired man would wait and watch.
“Yes,” was your immediate and smiley response; Eobard pursed his lips as an amused glint flickered behind his eyes. He knew exactly where this was going and so did Harry. You looked too cute to Harry to be honest, so how could he refuse with the way you beamed up at him.
“What?”
“A DICtator,” you snickered at your own joke, causing Thad to stifle a laugh of his own while Harry just had a deadpanned look on his face… “Mm, mm?” You made those little noises to see if they had gotten the pun. Comedy gold.
“Ah, puns – the lowest form of humor,” Eobard chimed in, resuming his work recalibrating the Negative Tachyon Transmitter to an increased amount of tachyon density for your next session – so far, your body has been stable since starting up the first session. The villain made a note in his log that after the third session, you and he should attempt the Fusion Link to run at his max speed. It’s all about trial and error. Since their talk by the woods, Eobard had filled Harry in with certain details that had transpired so far. The speedster had left key things out should the Earth-2 genius leave and return to Team Flash. Eobard wouldn’t have your life sabotaged prematurely by Harry’s betrayal. If Barry and Iris were to find out about your two trump cards, it was more than likely they’d try out a Fusion Link of their own – but their chances of having it successfully done the first time would be slim.
“It is so not!” You pouted at your speedster fiancé as Harry turned back to the glass board with a marker in hand while you antagonized Eobard. “You like my puns.” Harry couldn’t help the little grin on his face at your positive demeanor. He had missed it so much; your radiant smiles and sass were infectious – that fire in your eyes was still present. Harry could never grow tired of seeing it. Yet, his mind recalled Gideon’s report… Harry remained silent.
“I like you, therefore I tolerate your puns. Doesn’t mean I like them,” Eobard rolled his eyes and Harry had to agree with Thawne on this one. You continued to pout seeing as these two were on the same consensus regarding your humor.
“But I make you laugh.”
“No, that overly adorable face you make after saying a pun makes me laugh.” Eobard continued working away as you looked at him with that twinkle in your eyes. An expression he caught in his periphery, but he didn’t cease working on his notes. “It’s too fucking cute. I can’t resist it and it pulls me out of my foul moods which irritates me because I would like to sulk in peace.” You pouted at his words to which he turned to you and kissed your forehead as he reached for another tool. Harry ruffled your hair before succumbing to the hug you were giving him doe-eyes for when you came up to him. Burying your face into his chest, you breathed him in a bit and relaxed in Harry’s hold, completely unaware of the thoughts at the back of his mind.
“It’s ok, mom, I think your puns are top-notch,” Thad added in, flipping through a couple of physics books at a spare table that was cluttered with lengthy and ancient-looking science books. Oh, how you wish you had superspeed to get through your To Be Read and To Be Watched lists. You really did envy the speedsters in your life because the amount of things you can learn to do and complete would be so nice and easy. Maybe I can use Fusion Form to finish my TBR list… Eo would probably make fun of me, but I don’t give a fuck. These authors need to stop killing me with all the new books they keep releasing. But at the same time I don’t want them too because these books are all so wonderfully made and thought out. A pang squeezed your heart; you missed HR and how he’d rant about his novels and ideas with that goofy smile. He was an author too…
You feigned a sniffle while placing a hand over your heart when you detached yourself from Harry. “At least someone can appreciate me.” Eobard only shook his head at your dramatics while sharing a knowing look with Harry. The speedster can tell that your forlorn demise was weighing down on Harry, but the genius had masqueraded his features pertaining to his thoughts on the matter expertly when you were present. Eobard had to hand it to Harry that he was better at it than Thaddeus, who’s clumsy and loose demeanor was enough to cover his visible or conflicted thoughts at times. You were perceptive therefore the both of them would have to tread lightly before Harry came to a decision. Harry had mused to Eobard that this seemed like an all-too-similar scenario with Iris and Savitar, but with a more prolonged chain of events in the middle. Eobard knew that clearly, already making the comparison when Thad had initially shown Gideon’s report a few nights ago. They’d have more time to work out the kinks with Thad and Jack… but that’s if Harry chooses to stay. It was one thing at a time at the present moment.
“I do appreciate you, just in different ways.” You clicked your tongue at Eobard’s comment, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Now it was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes, his jaw clenched as he erased an integral that was mistakenly added. How many times had he thought of you that way? In all those different ways that Thawne had meant? In the future Harry has all those opportunities with you, physically and emotionally – he had your heart as well as Thawne and you had theirs. You would have them both wrapped around your finger. Whether that was a good thing, or a bad thing was yet something Harry needed to determine, but that feeling of dread kept returning to the scientist that he secretly wished Thawne hadn’t shown him the future report on your death.
“Ew, ew, stop! I don’t need to hear that.” Jack complained right as he entered the lab while Thad started fake gagging. Jesse just sighed and shook her head – how exactly was she going to deal with this for a lifetime??
“So, we need to establish something.” Thad started, glancing at his siblings with a sheepish look then fully turning to you and his dads. He placed his book on top of the stack of finished books. “It’s important that this is handled now.”
“What’s up?” You crossed your arms and leaned back against the desk that Eobard was working, your eyes were fully trained on Thad. You felt the air shift inside the lab, the tension climbing steadily. Taking in a breath, you mentally prepared yourself for any abrupt news from the future. Harry was still crunching numbers in his head, but he was listening to the young speedster while facing the board. He was thankful Jesse had fully gone over Marlize DeVoe’s work to recover his intellect, although he wasn’t at 100% yet. Nevertheless, Harry’s neurons were firing rapidly more than ever, his eyes had cleared up and his mind was no longer hazy compared to four years ago. Eobard raised an eyebrow at his speedster son, intrigued to see where this was going. Jack pursed his lips and chewed on the inside of his cheek before pocketing his hands in his dark wash jeans.
Surely, he wouldn’t say anything this soon. Dad hasn’t even made decided whether to stay or not.
“Who’s getting called dad and who’s not?”
Harry lowered his marker and craned his neck to spare a shared look between you and Thawne. The tension that had built up instantly plummeted at your son’s words. “Thaddeus, what the fuck?” Jack made a narrow-eyed, bitch face at his brother while Jesse blinked at Thad with a deadpanned expression. She did see the point though, regardless if her dad chose to stay or not it was going to get confusing real quick if they didn’t establish who goes by what.
“Yeah, we didn’t need that whole ‘serious tone’ build up.” Jesse sighed, fiddling with the necklace you had gifted her four years ago during the holidays when you visited Earth-2. It was of the Northern Star. In the grand scheme of things, Thaddeus acted like the sun while Jackson was more on the side of the moon, Jesse would be the stars. Harry had told you five years ago that Jesse was the one shining star in his life that had kept him going through the years. Everything he had done was for her sake even if she did despise him. “You made it sound like someone was going to die or something.” Jesse didn’t know how close to the truth she was – a subtle glance exchanged between Harry and Eobard was made.
If only, you knew how true that was Jess.
“What? It was easier when we were younger because we were younger and I’m not about to use ‘papa’ again like when we were five. I’m not some prissy French boy.” Thaddeus retorted as Jackson threw his speedster brother another incredulous look. Yeah, Jackson was definitely the more mature one between the two. “We need to address them in a way no one gets confused. Saying dad and having other dad respond is a no-go especially during covert operations.” You tilted your head at Thad’s quips, not imagining this conversation ever happening or going this way, but you decided to keep quiet.
“You can just call me Harry.”
“Or you can just call me Eobard. I really don’t mind not being called ‘dad’.”
“Mm, no. That’s not right.” Thad hummed to himself before he received a whack upside the head from Jack and Jesse. You guess it caused a lightbulb moment for your speedster son, because he brightened up in an instant after the whacks he got. “Ok, well we’ll call Harry ‘dad’ since Jesse will always call him that and call Eobard ‘Eodad’.”
You couldn’t help but snort at that to which Harry and Eobard sent you a cocked eyebrow look that had you regretting your thoughts. Eodaddy, oh lord that one’s not going to leave my brain any time soon. I should call him that when the kids aren’t around just to mess with him.
“Why are you laughing?” Eobard questioned, jabbing your side and eliciting a squeak from your lips.
“No reason,” you nibbled on your bottom lip to stop from snickering as the word ‘Eodaddy’ echoed in your mind.
“She definitely thought of something dirty,” Harry interjected, shaking his head at you and jabbing your other side, again having you squeak from the pressure applied. They both knew exactly what came to your mind.
“Uh-huh,” Eobard agreed with a sigh, his nimble fingers thumbing the notes he made, referring back to the previous page. There was a 87% chance of a positive yield in results – meaning that your body wouldn’t react so violently like the last time on the treadmill. That’s a much better yield result than a few weeks ago where the yield was 52% and initially 28%.
“How are you two getting along so quickly already???” You asked while being weirded out with how they were tag-teaming right now. They haven’t been at each other’s throat since this morning, which was a surprise because you had to diffuse a few arguments and even use your powers to physically stop them from throwing punches from getting in each other’s face. I wonder what happened? Oh god, I hope they didn’t threaten each other again. I’m so tired of their bickering already. But you loved these two dumbasses, they had your heart, and you knew nothing would be able to change that.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Harry winked at you, a wolfish smirk on his face before the two scientists resumed their respective works. Your three kids were already leaving the room once Harry had done that, feigning disgust, but Jack and Thad were already fist-bumping each other when they made it upstairs. Jesse was grinning to herself, following her brothers to go out tonight to the closest mini-golf arena. You pouted, rolling your eyes before using your carbokinesis to head upstairs to get dressed for the gym. It was your upper body day today. Once you had left, Harry glanced at the Eobard before shifting his gaze to the board in front of him. Lowering his marker, the Wells doppelganger’s eyes scanned his open palm as he clenched it and unclenched it as conflicting thoughts continued to run rampant in his mind. Fragments of different memories through the years surfaced to the forefront of his mind since coming to Earth-1, technically his Earth-2 as he’s said to Cisco and Barry. But…
Who am I willing to hurt to be with my family?
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Escape From ARGUS
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**** Yes, this is the sequel to The Downfall Of The Reverse Flash.
Word Count: 5897
MASTERLIST
‘“The Darkling slumped back in his chair. “Fine,” he said with a weary shrug. “Make me your villain.”’
Biting down on your lower lip, you flipped another page in your book Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo, reading until you reached the end of the chapter to bookmark your place. A chill ran down your spine as you sat on the cot of your cell. Pulling the blanket closer around you, you shut the book and set it aside as you blinked the bleariness away from your eyes. Stretching your body a bit and cracking your back, your eyes focused on the wall beside you. Your fingertips danced on the smooth material of the wall. Your eyelids felt a little heavy. There wasn’t much to do in your cell - you seldom left it, actually. Every inmate is given the opportunity to wish for one non-lethal thing/item that would keep them entertained during their containment period. Of course, certain pieces of technology such as phones were prohibited. Lyla had found your request odd: reading material from select genres from the nearest public library. You had a feeling she had discussed it with Cisco first, seeing as he knew you much more than she and Diggle did. Of course, every page in the books you read were heavily rifled through in case you were to try to make your escape through encrypted words or hidden items. Needless to say, you disappointed the guards when they came up with nothing but fantasy smut novels and adventure books. You’re not a monster, you wouldn’t damage a book for such a trivial matter.
When you weren’t reading you were walking around your cell to stretch your legs or bring some feeling back into your body. It unnerved you that there weren’t any windows around, craving the sunlight on your skin and to watch the clouds roll by as the dusk approached. Instead, you were encased within four reinforced walls and meta-dampeners all over. When you weren’t walking around you were meditating either on your bed or by the two-way glass wall that separated you from the ex-speedster. It calmed your mind and it calmed the slight nerves in your chest from what Iris had done to you about a month and a half ago. As odd as it sounded, being imprisoned had given you a peace of mind - the quiet atmosphere didn’t bother you; it was more so a relief from the noise of Team Flash during Armageddon. It kept them away from you and you were grateful for it for the time being because should you face them again, you would not hesitate hurting Iris like she had hurt you. It’s an evil thought, you know, but the searing pain in your chest that had flooded your senses when you woke up was not something you could easily forgive and forget. You pursed your lips as your hand wandered to where Iris had shot you.The ghostly feeling of the tranquilizer in your chest had your body aching again. Just remembering the aftermath of bringing Barry to his knees, it made your skin crawl. You couldn’t deny the overwhelming rush of feeling numb all over again. It haunted you when you fell asleep at night.
Everything's slowly falling into place - it’s just a waiting game at this point.
You never really left your cell unless it was on Saturday for the dining hall. Dinner was mainly delivered to your cells at 8 AM, 12PM, and 7PM. Saturday at 8PM is the one day out of the week where inmates were given the opportunity to be human and interact with others during dinner. The first time you were let out, your fiance wouldn’t let go of your hand - it had been weeks since he had last touched you like that, since he last had you in his arms. You missed being so close to him that Saturday 8PM had become a time where you can finally have him right in front of you. No glass, no cell - in that moment, it would just be you and Eobard with some food.
Eo always made sure you were close to him; yes, he was powerless but that didn’t make him lose his instinct to keep you safe. Neither of you spoke to the other inmates and neither of you tried involving yourselves with the small skirmishes they’d find themselves in. One wrong word led to one flying fist or loose spaghetti into the air. Essentially, you two minded your own business at ARGUS, you weren’t here to draw attention. No, this part of the plan would need to be done delicately. Your eyes shifted from the wall over to your genius scientist in the neighboring holding cell. To Lyla’s surprise as well, Eo had also requested reading material, but on more academic terms. The ARGUS director didn’t take Eobard Thawne for a fool so she had the guards proceed with caution. He spent all day either pacing in his cell or reading various physics books, the ex-speedster’s mind continued to generate and compute speed calculations and human reactions. Or at least, you assumed it was those two ideas since it’s his mind and wits that had gotten him this far. He’s ten steps ahead of the game, after all. It was also his incredible patience to endure 15 years before creating The Flash. Everything worked out in his mind, his plans factored in multiple people and various avenues. Every possibility is taken into account; every reaction can also have an equal and opposite reaction. Eobard would choose the one that best fits the situation at hand.
Eobard lowered his own literature for a moment, his eyes catching yours. You sent him a small, but warm smile with a little hand wave his way. The ex-speedster’s imprisonment did nothing to suppress just how wolfish his smirk could become when it’s accompanied by that wink of his. You felt heat rise to your face at the smirk and wink before yawning. A sure sign that a nap was on the agenda for today. Sure enough, the futuristic genius’ attention went right back to his scheming as you shifted yourself on your cot to fall asleep. Rubbing your face with your hand, you pressed the covers tightly around you to keep you warm. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness - you felt everything, saw everything. Every bit of carbon that hung in the air and lingered in solids; animate and inanimate, as long as the structure contained some form of carbon molecule you can sense it’s presence. The darkness in your mind did little to stop the map from forming in your head. You took in a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.
Soon.
***
Something’s not right. The scarlet speedster set his jaw, as he rubbed his thumb along his middle and index fingers - a nervous tick. He had an arm folded close to his body as his green eyes scanned the camera feeds from your cell and Thawne’s. “They’re plotting something, I know it,” Barry broke the silence, narrowing his eyes at Thawne on the monitor. The ex-speedster continued to read in his cell unbothered while you were asleep on your cot in your respective cell. Cisco shifted his gaze to where the hero stood as he sat at the computer monitors. “They’re too quiet, that can’t be good.” It’s a good thing Iris didn’t come with me. Not after the stunt she pulled last time she faced you. I can’t believe she did that - we only agreed for one shot to happen. One tranquilizer to stop (Y/N), not kill her.
Cisco quirked a confused eyebrow at the speedster. “Need I remind you that it was your idea to have their cells arranged like this.” What were you exactly expecting when you saw them, Barry?
“I know, it’s just… Can-can we hear what’s going on? Isn’t there any audio surveillance installed??” The forensics scientist leaned over, his fingers running over keys and pressing buttons. Different windows and file documents ended up popping up on screen instead. I can’t take any chances, not like last time. I need to make sure they can’t get out this time.
“Hey hey hey,” Cisco scolded, pushing his friend’s hands away from the keyboard before he could do more harm than good. “Stop pressing things, ok? This is my area, thank you.” The mechanical scientist bit down on his lower lip as his eyes wandered back to the feed then shifting to meet Barry’s gaze. Cisco folded his hands together. “Thawne doesn’t have his speed; I ran multiple scans when he got here. You know me. Zero, zip, nothing - there’s no Negative Speed Force in any part of his body. And there’s meta-dampeners installed in every part of the vicinity, enough to make a meta feel suffocated in there.” It’d make me sick to my stomach being here too if I was still a meta. But I’m not, and… I’m thankful I’m not anymore. I’m not haunted by the past timelines and if I do have children in the future they won’t have to carry the burden that I carried. Cisco remembered what Cicada had done to his hands, the pain that seared through his skin and paralyzed him with fear. His hands ached whenever he moved or touched something. But that was two years ago. His hands were fine, he was fine. Being a hero was all fun and stuff with Barry and the others, but… the more I thought about the constant danger my life was in, the more the reality of having powers and being with Team Flash set it. Kamilla too, she was thrown into the Mirrorverse. At least here, I have some semblance of control over the things I come across in my life. “There’s no way they can escape from here, not with all the security measures in place on Sub-Level Four.”
“Cisco-”
“-They’ve been quiet since they got here, Barry. As freaky as it sounds, for a month and a half the guards hadn’t heard a peep from them. Thawne didn’t go ballistic and (Y/N) recently went to her cell from the Recovery Unit. They’ve been complacent each day and it does freak me out at times, but they can’t do anything here. They can’t hurt me or anyone else.”
“... You need to install some audio microphones because they’re plotting something and it’s not going to end well. If not for my sake, then for yours.” Because I don’t think Thawne’s forgotten about you. (Y/N) may not hurt you, but he can.
“What are they supposed to do?!” Cisco retorted as he raised his voice, a deep frown adorning his face. “You beat them, that’s it. You beat Thawne.” The speedster pocketed both hands into his jacket, rolling his eyes slightly as he craned his head to look at anything else other than his old friend. Cisco took in a breath to calm himself before speaking, “Barry, you’re my best friend and I love and respect you, but they aren’t as top priority as you’d like them to be.”
“What are you saying?” It was Barry’s turn to frown, confusion laced his features for a split second before contorting into an incredulous look. “This is Thawne we’re talking about. He’s the cause of every bad thing that’s happened to us - the source of your nightmares. He killed Ronnie and Eddie and so many others. He tortured Nash.”
“And I’ve gone to therapy for it, for all those things. With Kamilla. It took us months to heal from everything. But it’s over. Without his speed, Thawne can’t do anything. You need to let him go,” Cisco emphasized his latter statement, sending Barry a hard look.
“Cisco, please, at least-”
“Barry, as one of the Directors at ARGUS, my hands are tied. I can’t do things like I used to at STAR Labs. Things have changed and as much as I want to dissect every single thing going on between them, I can’t. I have other projects to work on.”
Barry chewed on the inside of his cheek, one of his pocketed hands balled into fists. He knew when he was being dismissed. Letting out a rough sigh, the speedster broke eye contact with his friend for a moment to take another glimpse at the camera feed. “Something in my gut tells me it’s not over. Mark my words, Cisco,” Barry uttered his last words to the ex-meta as he turned to leave Cisco’s office. The mechanical engineer watched his friend leave, clearly unconvinced by today’s revelations. Cisco fixed his gaze back onto the camera feed - nothing had changed.
***February 28th***
Cold sweat beaded your forehead as you and Eobard materialized at the front door of your apartment in Central City. You panted hard while your lungs burned, swallowing thickly as you tried to refocus your mind, but you just couldn’t. Your vision blurred and the world around you spun, your head throbbed, a sort of pounding sensation - all from the exertion you had subjected your body to. The grip you had on Eobard faltered. Arms wrapped around you tightly the moment your body started tipping backwards, Eobard steadied you against his body as gently as he could. You took a moment before fumbling to make a key. Handing the carbon key to Eobard, he unlocked the door and pushed it open with one hand. Scooping you up in his arms, the ex-speedster moved easily through your apartment to your bedroom. A chill ran down your spine causing you to shudder in his firm grip as you tiredly blinked, your eyes languidly looked around your home before your genius scientists placed you gently on the bed. The softness of the bed was a welcoming feeling compared to the uncomfortable cot you had been given at ARGUS. Your body screamed at you, waves of pain and throbbing sensations echoed through your limbs. You didn’t miss the concern behind his electric blue eyes, vacant of that red spark of electricity that lurked behind them. You missed seeing that flicker of red.
“I’ll be right back,” Eobard whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You nodded before he walked out, knowing the villain was going to rummage around to bring you some food and water. Though you doubt there was anything really edible in your fridge other than the canned food in your pantry. With every moment, your body voiced its protests as you moved your limbs under the covers. Your apartment was semi-messy from the last time you had left with Eo to time travel. Raking a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath in to relax your taut body from using your powers so much tonight.
Maybe the oreos are still good? Ugh, I can’t remember anything else that I have. I just need a minute to feel better to buy us some sushi and pizza. I’m starving. You yawned before shutting your eyes until Eobard returned. Everything worked out, I just need a good night’s sleep before using my powers again. I haven’t exhausted myself like that in a while, but I did OrgoNav from ARGUS all the way here. You blinked your eyes open, letting the dim lights in your room guide your vision into focusing. I can handle using OrgoNav over long distances like tonight, but having that coupled Molecular Obscurity and Carbon Copy creation right after finishing the decoys was a stretch even for me. The fight at STAR Labs was much easier than these past two months, but I managed to pull it off. I always do. Your head continued to pound, your body craving sleep.
Breaking out wasn’t a hard task, really. With how you articulated your powers, you effortlessly broke yourself and Eobard out at around 12 AM - the guards change of shift time. The Directors wouldn’t be at ARGUS until 5 AM and even then nothing would have been out of place; it was the perfect window. Two months, that was the amount of time it took for you to fully create Carbon Copies of yourself and Eobard. That was another reason why you kept select organic molecules near him - the Carbon Copies would swap places with the real you and Eobard in a split second. The copies remained at ARGUS to remove any suspension Cisco and Lyla might have while you navigate out of ARGUS with Eo in your grip. The camera feed hadn’t picked up an anomaly or sudden disturbance or else you and Eobard would have known when you were using your OrgoNav (Organic Navigation) under Molecular Obscurity for camouflage. Normally, in the presence of Team Flash you’d use Molecular Obscurity to manipulate the color of your carbon to black - giving the false pretense that your powers were pure shadows and umbra. It gave you a significant edge, one that you would continue to exploit. To break out, you simply camouflaged yourselves to the surrounding area as you made it out of ARGUS and all the way to Central City via OrgoNav.
The unique thing about your mirror images was that they weren’t lifeless, no they would also mimic past behaviors as well as mannerisms in order to fool the cameras and guards. You didn’t just replicate the body, you replicated the mind and sentiments - they would slowly disintegrate into molecular particles in three months' time. Normally, you’d be only capable of creating one Carbon Copy of yourself easily in the span of two minutes. However, two seemed to be the extent of what you can do in a given time of two months with all the concentration and meditating you had been doing. Making Eobard’s Carbon Copy was much more difficult than you had expected as it didn’t stem from your own body. As for the meta-dampeners, your powers had exceeded the limitations those dampeners placed on metahumans. You only feigned to have the dampeners affect your body, keeping carbon molecules close to your being.
They still think my powers are shadow based, they truly can’t comprehend the amount of power I hold at the palm of my hands - at the center of my existence.
“We’ll rest here for the night,” Eobard’s low voice broke you out of the trance you were in. He had a plate of Ritz crackers with some peanut butter along with a bowl of soup. The villain didn’t miss how tired you looked, how you sleepily lulled your head to the side to meet his gaze. “We’ll head to Keystone in the morning.” That secondary location will come in handy, Barry only uses his satellites to scan for things in Central City as that is his jurisdiction. He wouldn’t think of stepping foot in Keystone since I’ve not given any leads that would point him to that place. And with Gideon destroyed he wouldn’t be able to have the AI find us. Yes, things are slowly coming together.
You’re surprised none of the nonperishables had already expired. You bit your lip as you took the bowl from him, you blew on the soup for a bit as the ex-speedster came around to the other side of the bed, “There wasn’t anything edible in the fridge, right?”
“Not a damn thing. I managed to throw out all the molded foods.”
“I mean, we have been gone for like… three months. Plus the time we spent in Reverse Flashpoint.” Eobard crinkled his nose at the mention of that time point, causing you to giggle because he truly did not appreciate being so close to Iris and her god awful cooking. The genius threw a look your way only making you laugh even more as you took a spoonful of chicken noodle soup. He just needed to siphon off the Speed Force’s particles into his body so when the timeline reverted those particles would be easily consumed by the Negative Speed Force to have his speed on par with Barry. The villainous ex-speedster munched on the peanut butter crackers knowing that it would suffice for now, but the two of you would need real food before you used your OrgoNav to get you and him to Keystone. “I think I’m alright to grab some sushi.” You weren’t, you were craving sleep so badly.
Your statement caused your man to raise an incredulous eyebrow at you, “At 1 AM??”
“Uh, how many years have we been engaged??? You know I have no problems waking up in the morning and having sushi for breakfast.”
“And you call my Big Belly Burger obsession weird.”
“Touche, but hey, you knew what you were signing up for before we dated. Need I remind you the door is right there.”
The villain only rolled his eyes at you as you finished up your soup. Eobard watched you as you set the bowl beside you, your hands still shook. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world,” he muttered before taking one of your hands into his. There was a slight tremor in his grip, Eo sighed as he brought your hand to his lips. He placed little kisses tenderly on your skin. You cuddled yourself in his arms as he buried his face in your hair to breathe you in. A wave of relief washed over him as you two laid like that on your bed. The dark-haired man ran his fingers down your spine. A tear slipped from his eye as Eo pulled you even closer to him. “I’m sorry.” You pulled away to meet his gaze. Pursing your lips, you wiped the stray tear that had left him. It had been awhile since you had seen this expression on Eobard’s face - relief mixed with guilt and hurt, but something much darker and malicious, some unforgivable emotion. Something that had the genius feeling numb on the inside as sinister rage fueled his every thought back when he had found your broken and beaten body in one of Eilling’s underground bunker cells. All to get back at Wells for ruining the plans he had for Grodd and psychic abilities for the military.
“For what?”
“For not having my speed. For… being weak.”
“Eo-”
“-I couldn’t protect you from Iris. I couldn’t stop those Speedster Tranquilizers.”
“But you’ve protected me so many other times in the past!”
I would destroy everyone in my path if it meant securing your safety and happiness. “That doesn’t excuse this time. I-I could have lost you. My inability to harness my newfound speed and my existence allowed your life to be in jeopardy. I almost lost you again.” You knew what he was referring to. Back in Reverse Flashpoint, the timeline retaliated against him through you by weakening your heart day by day spent in 2031 with Eobard. “When I get my speed back, mark my words, they will pay. Each and every member of Team Flash.” Barry and Iris will pay for harming you. The venom in his words and the fierce fire in his eyes caused a dark feeling to stir in your stomach, one that you pressed close to because this fire wouldn’t burn you. This fire would turn back into lightning.
You pursed your lips, remaining silent for a moment as his words rang deeply within you. The intensity in those electric blue eyes never wavered as you gently kissed the villain. “I love you, Eobard.”
“And I love you, (Y/N).” I will always love you.
Pushing forward to lay your head against his chest, you shut your eyes as your body succumbed to sleep and exhaustion. That night Eobard was finally able to fall asleep with you securely in his arms. That night villain didn’t have to be a villain, but a broken man with his love in his arms.
***March 1st***
“I know that look.” You sighed, unfurling your arms and placing them on your hips, Eobard’s smirk only widened further. That red spark may have been gone but his electric blue eyes still flickered with mischief and intelligence. You had only taken four steps into the basement lab, your eyes catching all the calculations and equations along with theories on multiple glass boards. “What do you want me to steal?”
The two of you had made it to Eo’s small home in Keystone approximately 12 hours ago. The villain had contracted the home eight years ago when he was still under the guise of Harrison Wells at the time Barry was still in his coma (to which he watched over Barry like a hawk). He first brought you to this place Christmas night, the same night he used a Speed Mirage to set the stage in order to steal McGee’s tachyon enhancer. You remembered your fiance had told you should you need a place to lay low, this would be it. Which he had been doing more frequently since escaping Earth-X’s clutches four years ago. A calculated risk to put his life in Barry’s hands during that fight, but he knew the hero wouldn’t kill him with his own hands. Unfortunately for Barry, his hands were stained with the blood of others indirectly unlike Eobard who kills out of necessity. Leaving at 5 AM had been the best time as there were fewer souls out on the streets. After arriving you left the ex-speedster to his own devices in order to sleep more to fully recover the colossal energy expenditure you had exuded the night prior. The dark-haired genius had left you in order to buy some food, much slower than when he had his speed, but he didn’t let those thoughts deter him from grabbing you your sushi and some triple berry pancakes.
“It’s multiple things actually, but I need to know you’re fully recuperated in order to proceed with phase four of the plan.”
You bit your lip before responding, “Eo, I won’t lie to you, I might need another night’s rest before doing anything back to back again. Just one night and I can get you whatever materials you need to get your speed back.” The ex-speedster nodded, he wouldn’t push you if you didn’t feel well. He could wait another night before phase four was set into motion. The first had been setting up Reverse Flashpoint and siphoning off as much speed from the Speed Force into his body before the timeline could be reverted. The second was allowing Barry to take his speed away in order to not only allow Eobard’s existence within this new permanent timeline, but for the Negative Speed Force to collectively couple it’s power with the new speed tachyons his fragmented body had managed to siphon off. The third phase had been allowing you to enter ARGUS facility and use your powers to map out the entire area in order to locate the Balyut Prism as well as an escape route. “So, run this through me?” You gestured with a little grin to the blueprints on the table and multiple books lying around. Progress was slow, just like it had been 23 years ago, but this time Eobard had you by his side much sooner than when he initially started STAR Labs.
“As you know, without my speed I’m going to need to rely on you to be my eyes and feet.” The villain adjusted his black-clear framed glasses before eyeing what he had drawn up.
“Naturally.”
“The Negative Speed Force is my creation, no one has access to it except for me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows as a thought hit you. “What about Nora? Because she’s back and everything from this newer timeline so…”
Eobard shook his head, “When the timeline erased her from existence the first time it erased the Nora that would then take that path to finding me, instead a new Nora West-Allen was reborn without tampering with my Negative Speed Force. I essentially can sense any speedster around, especially if they have my Speed Force in their veins.” Your eyes glanced over the board that illustrated a timeline with splintering points. Ones caused by him, Barry, Nora, and the Crisis. He had mapped out every key event and key turning point that had led to now. Eobard gestured to the current timeline splinter point as he continued explaining, “Which, in this newer timeline, is highly unlikely. The Negative Speed Force is not compatible with any other host except for myself. Without myself or a temporary host, I estimate that it would take seven weeks for the Negative Speed Force to begin dissipating into tachyons and particles to then merge with Barry’s Speed Force.”
Hm, if that’s the case then we’d need to work fast to prevent that. From what I’m gathering from all this it could power Barry up even more. “You keep saying ‘host’, what happens if it finds one?”
“Should my Speed Force find a host then it would be a temporary one. It would feed off of the host’s life force and negative-based emotions. Inevitably it’ll kill that person until it finds me again as I am it’s source creator. I’m the only one that can withstand the Negative Speed Force.”
Realization dawned on you as your eyes lit up, the words dancing off your tongue, “You’re going to use yourself as a beacon.” You turned to meet his eyes. Eobard loved to see that flicker of light burn in your eyes as you quickly caught onto each and everyone of his schemes. “Just like with Nash.”
“Yes and no. In Nash Wells’ case, I simply needed to overwhelm him with his negative emotions and take control of his body to summon the Negative Speed Force with the negative tachyons bound to my life. I don’t have any negative tachyons since Barry short-circuited my Speed Force.” The villain stepped towards another board that exhibited various equations along with a blueprint drawing attached to the glass for some sort of holding glass pod with multiple tubes leading from it. “All I need to do is simply duplicate the electrochemical situation I had done in the future to get my speed back.”
“We’re going to do the same thing Harry did six years ago when Barry gave his speed back to Zoom.” You paused, a troubling thought crossed your mind as you began to fiddle with the necklace around your neck. “We’re going to set off another Particle Accelerator explosion??”
“No, not exactly. I already factored in that problem with three viable power sources that should propel the dark matter to flood my system again,” Eobard clarified as he gestured for you to approach the desk he had been mainly working at. The ex-speedster rifled through different papers, old papers - familiar ones. You were sure these were the same papers and journals Barry had gone through when Savitar was around. The dark-haired man pointed to different diagrams of a few pieces of tech. “This is where you come in; I need you to steal two things from STAR Labs and a certain sealed item from ARGUS.”
“Ok, what exactly am I looking at?”
“The first is the Energy Sphere I kept in my Time Vault, I’ll need that to power up the generator that I’m constructing. The second is the Tachyon Amplified I had built for my wheelchair, there should be some negative tachyon residue on them. It’s as good a starting point as any.”
“I think both of them are in the STARchives, easy. They don’t really have the labs as guarded as they’d like. So it should be no problem slipping in and out with those two things.”
“The third item I need is the Balyut Prism.”
You gestured with a hand for your man to continue, “And that does?”
Eo directed your attention to the computer monitor on the side that held multiple files open with, all with ARGUS’ seal on each document. “The Balyut Prism is… an odd object that appeared in Coast City after the Second Crisis. ARGUS got their hands on it with the premise of researching it’s sudden appearance and uses. I’ve already hacked into ARGUS’ mainframe for reports and all I can find is that it contains certain levels of dark matter laced with electric energy and hydrogen protons. It’s deemed too dangerous to use in any project by our very own Director Ramon.”
“And you’ve found a way to manipulate it once you get your hands on it.” You placed a hand on Eo’s and gave it a small squeeze. “Icarus isn’t flying too close to the sun with this?” Concern laced your voice as you looked at him with tender eyes. A droplet of fear started spreading like a fire at the pit of your stomach.
“I’m in the process of building the technology sufficient enough to harness it’s power. I’m not planning on dying, again.”
“You’ve died like… twice.”
“And yet the Negative Speed Force keeps bringing me back to carry out my purpose.”
“Being Barry Allen’s pain in the ass and my inevitable headache.”
“Yet you love me dearly, my sweet little bird,” Eobard retorted with that ornery smirk plastered to his handsome face. You felt him plant a delicate kiss to your forehead. “You still have the map?”
“Of course I have the map.” You took in a breath, willing the carbon in the air to become concentrated and solidified. Eobard watched you with rapt attention as you manipulated the particles into assembling a carbon-styled map of ARGUS. In his opinion, this way of making a map was much nicer than any computer could make but that’s because he has heart eyes for you. “Don’t you have access to ARGUS’ security system?”
“I do, but you’ll need something to rely on should our comms fail.”
He does have a point, but I won’t say it out loud so as to not inflate his already large ego. “What about your suit?”
“I have a backup suit. Barry’s not the only one with another suit lying around.”
“Good and this time, put the yellow to black contrast. It’s more your style than just yellow. Like wow, it hurt my eyes looking at you. You looked like you shanked a tree and it dumped all it’s pollen on you in retaliation.” You took in a little breath as your eyes moved to all the blueprints and glass boards once more. Mentally, you felt exhausted. You were about ready to throw in the towel once things were finished here. Meaning, you just needed some time for yourself. Just you and Eobard. No Flash business, no scheming, no constant threat looming over the two of you. We could finally elope. “After you get your speed, I want a few months away.”
Eobard suggested as he capped his marker, “The Maldives?” The genius villain brought you into his embrace, your arms wrapping around him comfortably.
“No, Fiji, and I don’t care what other plans you have in ruining Barry’s life. I need a break from all this and so do you,” you mumbled, shutting your eyes and taking him in. “I want time away from Central City and Team Flash and I will get time away from them.” I just want time for us to be a normal couple before Fate has you facing Barry again. I just want time away with you and only you, Eo.
“I’m not objecting.”
“Yeah, you better not.”
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - The Downfall Of The Reverse Flash (3/3)
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Part 1 Part 2
The speedster narrowed his eyes at the object that sat in the formal living room. Eobard threw a look of daggers as he stepped closer to the instrument. It was midday when his fingers lightly dragged on the grand piano’s ivory keys, not a sound was made from them. The flap to the grand piano was open, allowing anyone that passed by it to observe the strings and hammers as they danced to create such harmonic tones under a skilled touch. A breath left Eobard as he pressed down on a key; F natural of the tenor-bass octaves. He loathed the instrument, yet here it was in front of him. His mind wandered, remembering the first time he had played – Eobard had fallen in love with classical music. Certain pieces of Bach and Tchaikovsky relaxed Eobard as he progressed expertly with his studies of astrophysics and quantum mechanics at such a young age. The genius’ parents didn’t bat an eye at the pieces he’d perform for them such as Flight of The Bumblebee by Korsakov, so the child genius put down the case of the grand piano.
What was the point in keeping up with the notes?
The speedster had a hand in his jacket pocket as the hand that lightly drummed on the keys pushed the next key over, E flat this time. It was no secret that Eobard’s grandmother loved him. She had been the one that would check up on how he was doing in his studies. Grandmother Carina was the one who had coaxed him into playing once more, she simply adored the pieces he’d perform for her – he’d play at every family function she was present at. The child relished in that proud smile his grandmother would show him. She adored Eobard when he was a child, giving him the love his mother and father only showed Robern. Robern was… The dark-haired man frowned; he couldn’t really remember his brother anymore. Whether that was a good thing or not, Eobard shrugged it off; his brother’s existence didn’t matter to him. When Eobard’s grandmother had passed, he found himself broken and unable to stand the notes on the pages propped up by the grand piano’s stand. The one family member that believed in him, who didn’t sneer in his direction for being gifted or send envious eyes his way, had left him for the next world. He was utterly alone again. Eobard remembered the indifference in his mother’s eulogy, the emotions of sadness were feigned on her face, but they never reached her eyes. A look he was all too well aware of as she’d do the same with such fake smiles and masked happiness at his award ceremonies that she’d rather not attend with her husband. Her mother had died, and all Eobard saw in his mother’s demeanor was ‘Good riddance, she did more harm than good’. He recalled being invited at the age of nine to join the Central City Orchestra – the then child prodigy declined. It wouldn’t have wavered the hearts of his parents; they still had looked at him with cruel disappointment. There was no love in their hearts for Eobard, just Robern.
“Eo,” the soft voice pulled the speedster out of his thoughts, blinking for a moment before turning back to the direction of the voice. You stood at the doorway, a hand resting on the frame as your curious eyes met his. The genius imposter pressed his lips to a thin line as you came up to him, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours. You glanced at the piano right as he had retracted his hand to clench and unclench it a few times. “Do you know how to play?”
“Not like I used to.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“Do you now?” Eobard remarked, raising an eyebrow at you as he pressed down on another key hesitantly, D natural. You liked the sound of that octave’s note, it pleased your ears.
“Did something happen?”
“How do you know something happened?
“Because I know you, Eo. You’re feeling tense and moving a bit rigidly.” You fiddled with your hand when silence flooded the room, his eyes were on the instrument again. Placing a hand on his upper arm, you gave it a little squeeze before you started speaking, “If… you don’t want to tell me, that’s ok, when you’re ready we can talk. I’m here to listen. And if it’s something you’d rather keep to yourself, that’s also ok.” You didn’t expect an answer right away from the villain, instead maneuvering your body to head to the door. Caitlin had texted you earlier to grab some things for the lab because Cisco and Barry ate all the snacks because she was missing some supplies and the lounge fridge was running low on food.
Eobard grabbed your hand gently before you could leave, leading you to the piano to take a seat before he sat beside you. Not yet, he’d tell you, but just not yet. There were too many thoughts going on in his mind – too many critical voices he had suppressed that were threatening to come back. He just needed your presence to repel them back into nothing. You watched the dark-haired man carefully, noting how he wouldn’t meet your gaze as his fingers expertly positioned themselves on the ivory keys. The speedster thought for a moment, the tips of his fingers padded the keys lightly. A few notes bounced in the air as his mind processed what he’s about to do. Could he be able to play again? If he could, what would he play? His mind mulled over the music compositions in his head but kept drawing blanks. Was he even as skilled as he was all those years ago? From the corner of his eye, he saw you observe him with that perplexed glimmer in your eyes. Taking in a breath, the speedster’s fingers started to move at a gentle pace.
You kept your hands folded in your lap, seeing the calm focus and just shutting your eyes for a brief moment. Each note made your skin crawl, but in a good way. The notes weren’t ominous, but they weren’t light or bouncy as some pieces can be. It was… just right. Familiar. Had you heard this somewhere before? Raking your brain, you couldn’t figure out where you’d heard such tunes, but you loved the Frisson effect it had on your being. A feeling of Frisson - The phenomenon of chills or goosebumps that come from a piece of music (or from any other aesthetic experience). It was not a peculiar feeling to you.
“What classical piece was that?”
“It’s not as classical as you’d think,” Eobard responded, fingers twitching – a little sore from not playing after all these years. “It’s by Yiruma, River Flows In You. It was the piece that was playing at the gala that night; the second time I had met you that month.” You remembered that night vividly. It had been the second time you met Harrison, but you hadn’t learned his secret yet – no, that incident would be revealed a few months into Barry Allen’s coma. Actually, you hadn’t known who Harrison Wells was until said man spooked you while Cisco was giving you a tour of the labs for your orientation as you were a new hire and he had felt burnt out from his current project with Ronnie. You had applied to STAR Labs along with Mercury Labs and other medical facilities in the city before moving. When you had moved, you were so preoccupied with all the boxes and furniture to be placed in your apartment that you hadn’t had the time to really explore the city except for bumping into a strange and clumsy-looking man on your way to a coffee shop called Jitters. That awkward stranger would become a beacon of hope for Central City. But that was a reminiscing story for another time.
You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss on the top of your head and wrapping an arm around you. “Why me?” You whispered as he pulled you closer to himself.
“Hm?”
The speedster planted another kiss, this time on the crown of your head before breathing you in for a moment.“That night – why did you choose me? Why did you include an invitation with the application acceptance letter?” You knew he knew of Caitlin and Cisco’s future development of powers, more of a reason to keep them close as well as understanding that their skill set, and expertise would assist in creating Team Flash. In doing so, there would be some hesitation in fighting the villain who they’d grown so close to. Obviously with this timeline there could be delays, but it seemed that Caitlin hadn’t been affected at all by the dark matter in triggering Killer Frost’s awakening, except the speedster had an inkling about Cisco should the conditions be right. Eobard had yet to see what would become of the mechanical engineer as his power would be something to be wary of, especially with the closeness that he’s developed between Barry and Joe. Joe was not someone to be trifled with, he’s a detective and as such he’s very good at his job.
“If you’re asking if I knew who you’d become in the future, then no. There was no trace of who you’d become. There was no mention of anyone who can manipulate or alter carbon molecules in the textbooks I studied. You were neither hero nor villain.” You were just a normal person that hadn’t fallen to Barry’s code of heroes with the others. You nodded at his words as he took in a breath, his arm that was wrapped around you dropped to now hold your hand. Raising your head, your eyes met his gaze as you intertwined your fingers together. “As for the invitation, I was curious as to who you’d be exactly. That day you ran into me at Jitters and all the coffee that was spilled, your file was the first application of many that I opened up that morning. I didn’t know your name or who you were. But when I opened that file, I had a name to a face and my gut pushed me to hire you for the clinical position. You would be the one that my scientists would turn to for any injuries. You had the right qualifications and experience.” There was just something about the fire in your eyes that pulled me in when we had the coffee incident. I couldn’t pass you up to another facility, not when I felt that spark when your hand grazed mine. It wasn’t any ‘romantic’ spark, it was a legitimate spark – a response from the Negative Speed Force.
“And the gala?”
“What? You act like you weren’t happy to see me,” he sent you a teasing grin to which you rolled your eyes at. It was that same teasing look the night he pulled you away from that couple that tried to harass you at the masquerade gala.
“How’d you know it was me?”
“You could say that fate pulled our strings together.”
“Hm, this is coming from the same elusive man who’s like ‘Fate is tricky’ and ‘there will be a reckoning’ or ‘my goals are beyond your understanding’,” you retorted, mocking his words and trying to imitate him with those phrases he’s said before.
“… I was looking for you.”
“You wanted to spook me, didn’t you?”
“Innocent until proven guilty, my little bird.” It goes without saying that the night at the charity gala didn’t go without any… dilemmas. Eilling was lurking around eyeing Harrison’s person of interest, someone he wanted to use to cripple Eobard’s house of cards, but the general would ultimately fail for ever crossing lines to use you to get to the genius speedster. What goes around will come around. Eobard wouldn’t let anyone lay a hand on you and Eilling, for what he had done months ago, would pay the price. For now, he had to deal with Hartley Rathaway and his personal vendetta against Harrison Wells, who cast him out like the lowly pawn that he was at the time. It was essential, another foe for The Flash coming to life.
“Eo?”
“Yes, my love?”
“I’d love it if you could play for me again,” You simply smiled, the feelings of warmth reached his face as you kissed his lips sweetly before moving to get up. “Now come on, we’re needed at the labs. Cisco and Barry finished all the snacks again.”
*** End Flashback ***
And I had…
The ex-speedster eyed the other side of his cell as he sat on his cot that remained by the wall. The cold, unforgiving concrete pressed against his back, he ignored the shiver that ran down his spine. Eobard exhaled through his nostrils; his icy blue eyes narrowed at the glass on the other side of where his cot was placed. Beyond the glass was darkness and Eobard can only draw up a few guesses on what lay on the other side. ARGUS surveyed his every movement just as it does with the other inmates, but unlike his imprisonment in Iron Heights – for the speedster had no powers to pose a threat but to count his days until his looming extinction. However, he noticed that he was monitored visually and not through auditory means. There were no windows in the cell and once the doors were shut, the locks were reinforced three times over. Once by passcode, a second by an eye scan, and a third by an ARGUS high ranking official card. Such maximum security for a man like me, how endearing. Lyla and Diggle were the ones to see the ex-speedster into his cell, throwing disgusted and hostile glances his way, but he didn’t spare them any words other than ensuring your safety in recovery. Eobard’s brain was already at work right as he set foot into his respective cell.
The villain held his breath once the muffled noises of turning locks and the creaking door broke the silence in the air, alerting the lithe man. Light filtered into the dark cell beyond the glass from the doorway, the automatic light turned on in the opposite cell right as Eobard shifted up and off his bed. Beyond the glass was another cell, fully illuminated and mirrored exactly like his. “My love,” the villain whispered to himself as his eyes widened in relief and his heart squeezed tightly in his chest. He took a few steps closer to the glass as the dark-haired man watched your tired form meander into the cell, gritting his teeth when the guards shoved you further into the cell and onto the ground. Your clothes hung a bit loosely on your body, your face was gaunt, and your eyes didn’t twinkle with fire as they used to – instead they directed such malice towards your captives. You had been taken to ARGUS’ medical unit right when arriving at ARGUS with the agents that had swarmed the Speed Lab, your body had begun to spasm from the two speedster tranquilizers Iris had shot you with. That was a month weeks ago; it had taken that long for your body to stabilize and rehabilitate – every second felt like an eternity without you even with the absence of his speed. Eobard’s surprised Lyla had mercy on you to give you such a period of time to recuperate. The guards unlocked your meta-cuffs before shutting you in, his heart stung at the sunken expression from the side profile of your face. Your shoulders sagged, a breath leaving you as you caught sight of him and the glass. The glass that separated him from you and you from him – so far and yet out of reach. Approaching the glass, Eobard mirrored your movements until his hand was the first to press against the cool material, palm pressed down against it as his gaze met yours. With lips pressed thinly, you moved your shaky hands to rest against his, a little glimmer of light flickering behind your eyes as if you two can finally touch.
“I miss you,” You finally spoke up in a whisper, not knowing if he’d be able to hear you or not. Eobard’s insides twisted at seeing you after so long.
“I miss you too,” your fiancé licked his lips, noticing that they hadn’t confiscated your ring. The questioning scrutiny in his eyes made you nod in response, sending him a sign that said that you ‘weren’t 100% in tip-top health, but I'm managing with what I can at the moment’. “You don’t know how much I want to have you in my arms.”
“Trust me, I know,” you moved your hand away from where his larger hand was against the glass, your neck aching for you to crack it. Eobard retracted his hand, folding them behind him and standing resolutely. Your eyes raked over every detail of your villainous murder speed husband ex-speedster, his hair had dulled but there was that intelligent and cunning spark to his eyes even if he didn’t have his speed. Eobard Thawne’s mind was an enigma to behold and his ambitions were a force to be reckoned with. “I want you to hear you play when we get back,” you added on before cracking your neck and sitting on the ground. Your legs were aligned to the glass as Eobard moved to sit by the glass as well, across from you. Once again, the two of you mirrored each other in your respective cells. The irony – one could say two sides of the same coin.
“Your wish is my command, my love.”
“Can they hear us?” You sent a subtle look to the cameras on his side. Four, one in every corner of his cell; you can assume it was the same for yours too.
“No, from what I can observe they only seem to visually monitor us – ARGUS has been struggling with certain funds from the government for dealing with some of… our other inmates. We technically aren’t on their top priority list even if Barry willed it. I’m a no longer a speedster and you’re supposed to be incapacitated.” A low chuckle escaped Eobard’s lips, as he cocked an eyebrow at you. “How could we ever escape?” You understood the look he gave, ‘play along’ - it was all part of his elaborate plan.
“That doesn’t mean we won’t have some trouble on the way out.”
“You’re very right, my little bird,” Eobard remarked, eyes flickering to the ceiling of his room then to yours. He noted the vibrant blue hue that resided on the outline of the ceiling of the cell. Meta-dampeners in place. “But that doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be anything short of fun.” You rolled your eyes at your fiancé’s words, you but couldn’t deny the little smile that adorned your face as his smirk turned into a small grin. Placing a hand over your chest, it felt like the second tranquilizer was still there - still debilitating your ability to think and breathe. You narrowed your eyes at the ground, the phantom pain echoed in your body even if the serum was fully extricated from you.
“I was out for about a month…”
“And I hated every moment of it.”
“Did you play nice?” you remarked, sending the dark-haired man a teasing smile.
“I did it with you in mind.”
“Judging by the structure of the facility and the lack of windows on this level, I think we’re underground. Lyla had been with me, I think she feels a bit sorry for me.” Team Flash and the other heroes may think that you were under Eobard’s thumb, under his direction and influence - just another pawn, but they were sadly mistaken. Eobard may come up with the plans, but he runs them all through you and you’re the one to play devil’s advocate. The two of you acted in sync, as equals. The queen was just as strong and smart as the king. You’re the Black Queen in this game of chess and your power would not be limited by such. Breathing in, you felt every bit of carbon molecule that lingered in ARGUS from your cell, licking your lips. “I can see everything.”
“Don’t strain yourself now, you’re still recovering.”
“I’ll be fine, I just need some sleep.”
There will be a reckoning.
Their first mistake was locking Eobard up in a technologically advanced facility like ARGUS. Their second mistake was imprisoning you with the ex-speedster, allowing you to walk the halls with the guards guiding you to your containment cell where you eyed every structure that you passed. Their third mistake was having your cell right beside his, only a thick wall of glass separating you two and with no means to have any auditory surveillance. Their fourth mistake was continuing their assumption of your powers, ‘shadows’ rarely lingered in your room. But your power wasn’t umbra-based as you had misled ARGUS, misled Barry and Team Flash for years. And their fifth mistake? That they underestimated the layered plan that further moved intricately in Eobard’s mind. The layered plan that had been put into motion the moment the villain set foot in Central City Precinct while you sat on the balcony railings to watch your fiance’s theatricals.
I am always one step ahead, Flash.
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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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