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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Chain of Events
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****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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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-12
WARNING: SMUT, angst.
Author’s note: This is my favorite chapter that I have written and my fav smut that I have written too. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! Also kinda of a long chapter.
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The day had started strong, there had not been many meta cases but that didn’t mean that it was calm in the slightest. It all had began with Barry. He had stormed into Star labs and had been in a horrible mood all day. You knew it was because of his dad. He was stuck on the investigation and even if it wasn’t your fault you felt guilty, after all you had asked Harrison to stay with you; to give up the man in yellow and to stay in this time, giving the reverse flash up meant that there was no way to free Barry’s father without hurting Harrison.
There had to be something you could do, there had to be a way. The team was helping Barry in everything they could, going over the evidence and visiting the crime scene but there was nothing. You really felt bad for him, his father was innocent, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit, and even if you didn’t technically helped him, you were guilty too. You knew who the real culprit was but you couldn’t give him up, of course you couldn’t, at this point he meant too much to you.
You and Harrison were alone at the labs, everyone was out to eat and Barry was over at CCPD, this was your chance to bring up the subject.
“Harrison” you began, trying to see how to approach the subject.
“Hmm” he acknowledged you, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes focus on the paper he was reading.
“Do you remember what you told me back when, you know when I found out?” You said waiting to see his reaction.
“I see where you are going,” he began, looking at you. “And the answer is no.” He concluded, his expression set, letting you know he wasn’t willing to pursue this conversation any further.
“But,” you insisted, not willing to let it go just yet.
“Y/n,” he looked at you seriously, his eyes trained on yours. “Drop it.” He said. For being such a patient man he sure seemed to lose his calm fast when it came to you.
“I just, we need to find a way to help him.” You insisted.
“We? I don’t need to help Allen on anything.” He said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Just as you were about to try again you both heard the elevator door open, letting go of the conversation for now. This was not over. You needed to find a way to help Barry.
Harrison seemed a little tense the rest of the day. At least tense around you. You knew he was very patient and calm, but somehow with you his true colors came to light. You were getting better at reading him, at knowing when he was annoyed or upset, and he seemed to be showing signs of both right now. The way he kept rubbing his eyes or rubbing his finger over his lip how he did when he was thinking or trying to find his way out of a situation.
On top of that he had been a little dry with you during the day. His usual lingering glances had been almost non existent, his responses short and his demeanor cold; to anyone else it would seem like he was fine, but you knew better, you had gotten used to the way he would treat you a little differently this past few days when you were both alone, but since the conversation you had had earlier in the day, his behavior had changed.
By the time you were ready to leave you were unsure if he wanted you to go with him to his house or you were supposed to go to your apartment. Walking to where you knew his office was you knocked on the door frame before entering.
“Hey, I am leaving.” You began, he lifted his head and looked at you.
“Do you want to leave together or…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. He seemed to pick up on this.
“Yes, let me just finish this.” He said moving his eyes back down to whatever it was he was working on.
The ride home was quiet. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between both of you. You knew he didn’t like Barry, that he was annoyed at you for being so persistent on helping him. He couldn’t comprehend why it was so important to you; of course he couldn’t understand it because even if he didn’t hate Barry the way he would do it on the future, he was still not fond of him, having being rivals for so long.
Once you both made it through the door he got up from the chair, moving over to the decanter he kept in the kitchen island and serving himself a drink. You felt awkward, uncomfortable even, this weird anxiety had settled over you, not sure if he was mad or not or how to approach him, but one thing was sure, you needed to solve this because you couldn’t bear the guilt you felt.
“I’ll go take a shower,” you tried to coax him to speak to you more than a few words, to see if he would open up a little.
“Alright” he said, not moving from his position.
If you had any doubts that he was upset they were gone now, he was upset and it didn’t look like he would easy up soon. He could be so temperamental when he felt up to it.
After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes you went to find him. It was already dark outside for what you could see through the skylight. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes close. Coming behind him you wrapped your arms around him, trying to easy some of the tension. Brining your lips to deliver a soft kiss to his temple. He hummed in response, moving his hand to place it on top of the arms you had around him.
You should have known better than to push him further, but against your better judgment or rather lack of, you tested the waters again.
“Can we are least talk about it?” You tried once again. He opened his eyes, before responding.
“Talk about what?” He knew what you were suggesting but he wanted to try and get you to drop it. He was getting irritated at you. He had put up with your comments through the day about how bad you felt for Barry and with Cisco and Caitlin’s sympathy words.
“You know what I am talking about.” You told him running your hands up and down his shoulders.
“I told you to drop it.” He said again closing his eyes as he got up from the sofa and walked away from you.
“I can’t drop it, you promised me!” You walked after him.
“I didn’t promise you anything.” He said.
“Harrison please, there has to be something we can do to help him, a way to free Henry! He is innocent! He shouldn’t have to be locked up for a crime he didn’t commit!” You were raising your voice without realizing it, not loud enough to scream but enough to be noticeable how worked up you were getting over this.
“Harrison” he ignored you. He was tired of your battering.
“Harrison” you said again, stomping your feet against the floor. He was getting progressively madder, he knew how to keep calm, but when it came to you it was difficult. You always made everything he felt feel like a hundred times more elevated.
He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous, he was extremely jealous. He was always reminded how Allen was everything he was not. He was good, he was heroic and compassionate, everything you deserved it. He was scare that you would realize this and leave him. He was trying to make you stop the conversation, he didn’t want to keep talking or hear you talk about this, but what made him snap was what you said.
“Barry deserves better.” He had heard you, but in his mind all he heard was I deserve better.
Snapping his head back faster than you could process he looked at you.
“Why can’t you just dropped.” He whispered, getting agitated, you could see the veins in his neck popping.
“Barry deserves better, Barry this, Barry that!” He advanced towards you, red lighting flashing behind his eyes for a moment.
“What do you want from me? To free him and what? Tell me and then what!” He screamed at you, his eyes turning red at his rage, his face momentarily vibrating as he slapped a vibrating hand on the table next to you.
Your eyes widened as you flinched away in fear, he could see the terror you felt in your expression. In this moment he wasn’t your Harrison, he was the reverse flash again, making you feel scare, terrified of him. Falling backwards in shock you could only look up at him as tears filled your eyes and began to spill down your cheeks. Getting up faster than you thought possible you ran to the room, locking yourself in, aware that if he wanted he could phase through the door.
The second his mind cleared he realized what he had done. The expression of pure fear in your face was glued to his mind. He had scared you, hurt you, and now you were hiding from him, now you saw him as the monster he was all over again. He had lost it and now he was aware there was a huge possibility that he had lost you too.
He closed his eyes, breathing in and then out. He took a step towards the door, knocking on it softly while he leaned his forehead against it.
“Y/n, please let me in” he began, not sure what to say now. He rarely apologized or at least he rarely truly apologized.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he cut himself off, he wasn’t sure of what to even say.
“Leave! I don’t want to see you.” You said, trying to sound mad but he could hear the way your voice broke at the end, and it pained him to see you pushing him away, he knew you were crying and he hated himself for a moment. He closed his eyes, thinking the best way to approach this situation. He moved from the door, maybe that’s what he needed to do, give you space and leave for a while.
He left you alone, speeding himself away to the labs, it was late enough that he knew no one would be around, hiding himself in the time vault while he thought over how to make things better or how to move on if you decided to leave. In all honesty he couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do if you left. He had never needed anyone or anything but you had made him dependent on you, he needed you.
He made it back to the house so late at night it could be considered the next day. All the lights were off, he walked over to the bedroom, trying the doorknob to see if it was still locked, to his surprise it was open. The lights were off and as his eyes traveled over the room he found it empty. The bed was made and nothing was out of place, he moved to the bathroom finding it empty, panic began to settle over him at the thought that you were gone. In desperation he gripped the door frame turning his knuckles white before speeding around the house looking for any sign of your presence until he made it to one of the guest bedrooms.
The door was locked, and as he phased through it he found you sleeping under the covers. He could see the shape of you, the way the blankets moved in rhythm with your breathing and he suddenly had flashbacks of the night where everything had changed, when he promised you to stay and to let the man in yellow go. The later was proving harder than he thought. Once again here he was, standing at the foot of the bed, having to fix his mess and having hurt you once again.
He moved over to the side of the bed unoccupied by you, moving the covers softly to see your face; your cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he could see the way your eyelashes were glued together from the tears and he hated himself for being the cause of this. He had been alone so long, he had spend so much time in hate, hating and planning that he had forgotten how to do anything else. How to love, how to feel comfortable around someone else and you had given him that peace and comfort he craved so much but he needed more time to adapt. Fifteen years alone didn’t go by unscarred.
He couldn’t hold in the pain of knowing you didn’t want to be in the same bed as him or even in the same room as him. He was surprised you hadn’t left to your own apartment and maybe that showed him that there was hope after all.
He moved his hand under your neck, moving the covers down with the other to hook his other arm under your knees, lifting you up so slowly as to not wake you up. Once secure on his hold he lifted you up, walking to the room you both always shared when you stayed. He felt you stir in his arms and for a moment he thought you would wake up and demand that he let you go but once you settled against his chest, he moved you to the bed, placing you down and covering you with the blankets. Once you were settled he moved to the bathroom, needing a shower to clear his head.
The sound of the water running woke you up, you could see the stream of light peaking from under the door, this wasn’t the room you had fallen asleep in, Harrison must have moved you here when he came back. You wondered what time it was, it couldn’t be that late if he was showering now. Glancing at the clock it showed 2:55 am, it was later than you had expected and you wondered how long you had been sleeping. The fogginess of your mind dissipated, bringing back the memories of what had happened and why your head hurt so much.
The bathroom door opened, and you watched him come out, walking slowly to not wake you, or at least he thought you were still asleep. He came out only in a white towel, wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and water droplets dripping down his chest all the way down his abs and getting lost in the towel. You could see the way his hips made a v line and a very light happy trail running down from his belly button all the way to disappear under the towel. You had never taken the time to admire his body without him being aware. He walked inside the walk in closet, emerging seconds later with a black shirt and a pair of briefs, his hair still wet and disheveled. He looked over at you, your eyes meeting, neither of you knowing what to say.
He made the first move, moving his hand to the bed slow enough as to not scare you. You watched his hand touch the bed covers, his eyes still on yours, watching for any sign of you flinching or wanting him to leave. He moved his knee next, dipping it in the bed before crawling on it, like an animal ready to hunt its prey down. You lifted yourself on your elbows, sitting up lightly as he got fully on the bed. He moved closer to you, calmly his hand reached for your face, moving a hair out of your cheek.
“Y/n” he tried, not wanting to upset you any further than he already had.
“Please forgive me” he whispered after a pause. Not sure how else to proceed. He was a genius, one of the smartest man of this time and his and somehow when it came to you he was at lost for words. You only looked at him, your eyes cautious at his actions and words, he knew you were watching carefully, not truly knowing when he could snap at you. If he could feel any more miserable than this at the way you were looking at him he would explode. This was a new emotion for him, not being used to having to fix the mistakes he made when it came to people, he always had a plan and his plan never failed, except when he had gotten stranded on this time and that’s the only other time he had ever felt miserable in his life.
“Can I?” He asked softly.
You nodded, not sure what he meant but you were willing to give him a leap of faith.
His hands moved to your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. You let him move you to him, wrapping himself around your form, hiding his face on your neck, breathing you in, trying to memorize your scent.
You were still tense, struggling to relax and extremely aware of everything around you, the way the cold water from his hair would sneak under your shirt, making you shiver. His other hand found your hair, caressing softly your scalp, trying to relax you, his calve found the back of your knee, hooking it and bringing it over his, moving you closer so he could hold you against his chest.
You could feel the sent of his cologne, the beating of his heart, your hand tentatively moved over his side to his back, placing your hand flat against the middle of his shoulder blades.
“I would never hurt you, you know that.” He whispered against your skin.
“I have been alone for so long, I have forgotten what is like having someone to care for other than myself.” He said.
You nodded, running your hand up and down his back. You had gotten into this knowing it wouldn’t be easy. You knew there would be struggles along the way and you had insisted still on wanting to be with him. You couldn’t pretend that he would know how to be with someone this way, after all he was always running, always trying to be better than Barry and everything that he was rotated around the flash.
“Harrison,” you began but he quickly interrupted you.
“Eobard” he said.
“What?” You asked him, frowning your brows in confusion.
“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne.” He said, if he was going to go through with you he needed to tell you, he hated every second you called him Harrison.
“Eobard” you tasted the name on your lips, feeling his hand tighten against your waist at how his name sounded on your lips, oh how he had longed to hear you say it.
You wondered when was the last time someone had called him by his name, and that thought made him seem even lonelier than ever before.
You moved your hands to run over his wet hair, dragging your fingers up his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him back to look at you. His eyes would never stop to amaze you, so blue, you wanted to drown in them. He looked at you, waiting for you to take the next step; you lowered your lips to his, hovering them over his.
“Never make me cry, ever again.” You whispered over his lips before kissing him.
The moment his lips connected to yours he could feel the speed force ignite within him at his excitement. He thought he would never feel your lips on his again and the moment your hand ran up his back dragging his shirt higher a little, he buzzed, vibrating against you. His lips became dominant, trying to control the kiss as his tongue glided between your teeth. You could feel the way his breathing became harsher, quicker as his fingers wrapped tightly at the base of your neck before moving up and wrapping harshly around your hair with enough pressure to hurt.
Opening your mouth he took the opportunity to smooth the flat of his tongue against yours in a possessive manner, gripping tightly at your waist with his free hand. His lips moved down your jaw to your neck, his teeth sinking in the curve of your shoulders as he sucked at the skin, making you moan and roll your head back, he sucked until he was sure there was going to be a mark there tomorrow, running his tongue flat over it as an apology, he moved to the spot over it, higher on your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, he loved the way you moaned; he knew how much you loved when he kissed your neck, how it riled you up.
Your hand shot to the top of his head, trying to pull him back but he only bit you harder before kissing the skin. The hand on your waist moved under your shirt, running it aggressively over the skin, moving it up, his fingers grazing the curve of your breast before he moved it back down again. You gripped at his shoulders, digging your nails hard against his shirt, he growled over your mouth before lowering it and kissing you, grinding his hip against you, making himself buzz in anticipation.
His hand moved to your thigh, gripping at the skin and moving his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, grabbing it and taking it off you. He wanted to feel your skin against his, he was desperate to feel all of you in a way he couldn’t explain with words, you made all of him so excited he couldn’t control it making him literally vibrate against you. His hand moved to your breast squeezing them before they moved up to grab the sides of your face while he kissed you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, he was so hard it had to hurt, your hand moved to the hem of his shirt to take it off.
His hand moved down your back to your underwear, dragging them down your ass and pulling them fast down your legs. His thumb ran over your entrance, coating it on your wetness and making him moan at the sensation as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. He pushed his finger inside, feeling you warm around him, his breathing was becoming erratic just by thinking how good it would feel when it was his cock inside.
“Eobard.” You moaned against him and he thought he had come at the pleasure he felt hearing his name come off your lips.
“Come on, I need you” you urged him, and had this been at any other moment he would have probably teased you more but he was just dying to be inside of you.
He moved your leg over his hip, both of you still on your sides; his hand quickly pulled his boxers down letting his cock free, he wrapped his hand around it, he was so hard he could feel how painful it was becoming, he stroked himself once before moving his hips slightly up and lining himself on your entrance, pushing inside.
He hid his face in the curve of your neck, moaning into your skin as his teeth gritted together, a strangled noise leaving his throat as all of him seated within you. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him while his held the sides of your back near your waist. One of his hands moved down to your hip gripping it as he started thrusting into you. He started hard and deep, grunting in unison with your moans as he pushed down your hip to make him go deeper.
He kissed the skin of your neck, nipping while he fucked you to hide his own grunts and moans, he was getting close and the noises your pussy made every time his cock entered you were about to send him over the edge. He started to vibrate himself, trying to make you come faster, every time his hips met yours you could feel the vibrations on your clit and as he thrusted faster you could feel yourself getting closer.
He speeded up when he felt you begin to tighten around him, mewling at the sensation of your walls pulsating around him. His hand moved gown your back to the curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he started to come, his movement faltering as he held you in place, coming inside of you, his thrusts barely there but you could still feel him softly moving against you as he came down from his high.
His breathing returned back to normal fairly quickly, he looked back up at you, moving enough to peck your lips. He moved back down and buried his face in between your breast, kissing the skin before settling himself in that position for the night. Your fingers played with his hair, your eyes shutting close as you both remained tangled, sleeping through the night, together. He held you tighter, relieved that he had you here, safe in his arms, swearing to himself that he would never hurt you again, he fell asleep after he felt your breathing evening out and was sure you were asleep, planting a soft kiss to your skin before closing his eyes.
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Eobard Thawne x Reader
"We all want to live, Eobard!" You yelled at him, he had followed you. Somehow. Nora had led you to him. Or him to you, it didn't matter. But now here you were again apprehensively reunited. Nora had disappeared. The team knew you two had gone after someone, but they had no clue that it was him. You continued, until they could track your destination.
"We can live our natural given years. Heck maybe we’ve been gifted extra years with our abilities. But we are not meant to live forever. Striving for immortality is not natural. We all have to die sometime
We will fight to prolonge our survival as far as we can, but that’s it. You nor I can cheat death or growing old forever."
"(Y/n), duck now!!" You heard on your intercom.
You knew what was coming, and didn’t doubt your people for a second, throwing yourself down towards the ground, being caught from your waist, getting pulled back into a breach by Cisco, as you felt and saw a powerful cold gust hit your attacker.
"What, you didn't see that coming?" Killer Frost pranced around Eobard, whom for a speedster, was taken off guard from the blast.
"Caitlyn."
"Killer Frost. But Caity is here also, tells me to: Kick. Your. Ass."
"This doesn’t involve any of you." He made movements to get up. Getting held down by Frost's fast reflexes, blasting him with pressure to stay down.
"Of course it does. We'll protect her, she’s our family. She doesn’t need you."
Trying to not go into hyperthermal shock, struggling to look up, he let out through shivers, "I know this. She might not need me anymore, but- I need her. I just want to talk to her. She's my family."
"Oh she’s a big girl she can take care of herself, we know this. You were never her family, this is what a real family does, we have each others backs. Family doesn't lie, betray, or hurt. We protect each other from threats, and you- you are definitely a threat ready to hurt our girl."
***********
"Again." You were exhausted with all this training. You had pushed all you powers to the limit, you had practiced eery pattern, every alternative attack, you had even use powers that weren't even necessary. But they wanted you train. They wanted you to push your limits.
"Barry, Cisco... Everyone," You stopped in your tracks to place your hands on your hips, "Like Frost said, I can take care of myself. Can we please just not."
Barry shook his head, taking off his cowl. "Come on (y/n). You have to be ready if you ever encounter him again. He seemed reluctant to let you go easily the last time. He’s not just going to give up trying to get at you."
"Barry. Guys. He wanted to talk. He wasn't attacking me, until I attacked him, and that's only because I actually have that capability and abilities to easily kill him, so..."
"He’s a planner, (y/n). He's not a peaceful conversationalist, he always has something under his sleeves. We nor you can ever be caught off guard. Any attack you throw at him he'll know how to counterattack. So we have to-"
"Barry. He knows of all my abilities. He’s the one that triggered them."
"Just because he’s from The future doesn’t mean he knows everything, we can still catch him by surprise. Come on let’s go at it again (y/n)."
Pulling down his cowl, and you getting into your battle stance ready for another go at training, you thought back to what Eobard had been telling you before everything went down.
"I came back because you are my weakness." He seemed so sincere. But that's what he did. He was a professional liar. You wanted to believe him, because for a long time you had loved him. You just couldn't, not after everything, and now that you found out that he was back after Sherloque cracked Nora's code, you had to shield up all past emotions.
"I will always find you. I will always love you. No matter what you do. No matter if you hate me from one second to the next. I may not be your weakness, but you are definitely mine."
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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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Who’s Ready for Almost Every One Shot Part II?
A/N That’s right. You want to binge all of my stories as of june 2nd without clicking a shit ton of links? Then here you go. Click the keep reading tab and you will get so many stories. Like, a lot. Even Confusion. It’s so great. This didn’t take me an hour. I promise. (I’m lying) There are 78 stories. That’s so many.
Confusion, parts 1-19
You were sat in the cortex, working on some calibrations that would help to find Zoom and any other meta humans he might have released into this world. The only other person there was Dr. Wells from Earth 2. You were the only person he was nice to on this facility and it was driving you insane. You were waiting for an excuse to punch him in the face other than that he looked like Harrison Wells, since he was Harrison Wells. You tried your best to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it was hard to when he kept on staring at you. It seemed like every time that you looked up he was looking away from you. It was getting to be annoying. After a week of this behaviour, you decided to confront him about it.
“Okay, that’s it. This must be the 20th time that I have caught you staring at me, Dr. Wells. What gives?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“Nothing, Miss (Y/L/N).” He said.
“See, it’s obvious that you’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to.”
“I know.”
“Really? And how would you know that?”
“Because no one likes being lied to.”
“Yet you just did it again.” He opened his mouth to say something “I swear to God if you say it’s complicated I will slap you back into your world.”
“Fine. I knew you on my world. We were… close, to say the least. (Y/N) was my best friend, colleague…” He paused and looked at the ground. You had seen the look in his eyes before. In Caitlin’s, after Ronnie died and in your own, when your fiance was killed in a car accident.
“She was your girlfriend?”
“Wife. She’s the reason I’m here. Zoom killed her and kidnapped my daughter. I have to find them.”
“Why tell me this?”
“Because I can see that you have the same qualities that I loved about her. I can see that you’re the same, or similar, anyway. I have been staring, yes, because you are an exact copy of the woman that I loved. So please, forgive me.”
I stood up and walked over to him. “I’m sorry for your loss, but you need to know something. I’m not her. So don’t expect anything from me and don’t expect for me to act any differently than I have because you’re the exact copy of a man who tried to kill me.”
He nodded “My apologies for making you feel uncomfortable, (Y/N). It was never my intention.”
“It rarely is, isn’t it? Now, I have some work to do. I need to get back to it.”
You sat back down at your desk and looked over at Dr. Wells. So you had married him in another life. You wondered what would have been different if Eobard had never come back. Would you have ended up with Harrison of this world? Perhaps you never would’ve even come to work at STAR Labs.
“Now who’s staring, Miss (Y/L/N)?”
You blushed and turned your attention back to the computer. Whoops.
part 2
You were helping Harrison in the basement. It was a small area that you had helped Cisco set up. He believed that he could slow Zoom down enough to trap him and find his daughter. You were the only person that he had revealed that secret to. You didn’t know if you should feel honored or uncomfortable. It was, after all, because you looked like his late wife. Still, you were happy to help. To stop Zoom. Obviously for no other reason.
“So, how do you know that this will work?” You asked, still working on your components.
“I honestly don’t. This will have to be a field test, but I need to believe that it will, for Jesse’s sake.” Harrison set down his tools.
“Hey.” You walked over to him and rested you hand on his shoulder, an action that felt completely natural to you. “She’s alive.”
“Who would have thought that a complete stranger would be the optimistic one?” Harrison laughed. “Let’s get back to work.”
You turned back to your work station and continued working. Cisco walked in and started talking to Harrison. It was very obvious what he was trying to do. He wanted to get a vibe off of Harrison about his daughter. Things escalated quickly once Harrison figured it out. Cisco left as quickly as he had shown up. Harrison looked over to you with a dark expression that reminded me of Dr. Wells here.
“Control your friends, (Y/N).”
“I didn’t-”
“I think it’s better if I work alone for now. Please go.”
You stood in front of him for a moment, clenching your fists in anger. How dare he blame you for Cisco! You stormed out of the room and up to the cortex. How dare Cisco try that! If he wanted to know something, he should’ve just asked. As useful as his power could be, he had no right to invade anyone’s privacy, especially not an ally! Cisco was talking with Caitlin. Great. SO she was involved too. You needed to yell at someone, better the both of them.
“What the hell, Cisco?!” You yelled when you were close to him.
“What?”
“Why would you do that? He’s trying to help us!”
“Yeah, and he’s keeping secrets.”
“So what?! We all have secrets! He doesn’t know us, and we have no right to invade his privacy based on hunches.”
“Then you find out for us.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re all buddy buddy with him. You find out what he’s hiding and how he knows Zoom.”
you leaned on one of the tables. “You mean other than the fact that Zoom’s a villain that was created by Harrison’s version of the particle accelerator?”
“You know, don’t you?” Caitlin asked calmly.
“Know what?”
“What he’s hiding. He told you, didn’t he?”
“So what if he did? That was his choice and I didn’t trick it out of him. Besides, it’s not my place to tell yo. If you did know, you’d be running down to apologise, Jay too. So please, I’m begging you, leave it alone. It’s not our concern.” you sighed. “Please, Caitlin. When’s the last time I asked you for something?”
“Okay. For you, (Y/N), I’ll stop.”
“Thank you. Now I’m going to go see if he’ll still help after this little… incident.”
You walked back to the room where Harrison was working. He had a picture of his daughter in his hands. You knocked on the wall to alert him of my presence. He looked back and put the picture in his pocket.
“(Y/N), I heard what you said.” He turned to face you.
“I- how?”
“You pressed the intercom button on accident. Thank you for defending me. That… it means a lot that you believe in me.”
“Yeah, well, I’d like to think that we’ve become friends. I don’t think that they’ll be bothering you anymore. Or at least, I hope they won’t. Anyway, I’ll leave you to your work.” You started to walk away, but Harrison grabbed your wrist.
“(Y/N), wait. There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Sure. What is it?”
“The truth is, I’ve grown quite fond of you. And not because you look like her. I think you’re amazing on your own.”
“Harrison, I-”
“That’s all. Thank you, (Y/N).”
You left the room again and stopped a few feet away from the doorway. “I’m fond of you, too, Harrison.” you whispered to no one.
Part 3
You sat absentminded in one of the offices. The plan to catch Zoom had failed miserably. Barry was unconscious and all of the tests you had run showed that he had severe nerve damage in his spinal cord. When he woke up, you feared that he would never be able to walk again. Harrison was devastated. You rarely saw him anymore and when you did, he was distant. There was no sign of the man who had confessed his feelings to you last week. You wanted to go and comfort him, but you had no idea what to say. Every time you got up the courage to go down to see him, you stopped halfway because you couldn’t figure out how to tell him everything that you felt, especially after your confrontation about staring.
Caitlin and Cisco never left Barry’s side. You wouldn’t even go into the room. You felt like a failure, like you had let Barry and everyone else down because you had done nothing but sat back as Zoom attacked and nearly killed Barry. Had you even been able to slow him down a little? Why was he doing this? What made him so evil?
You slammed your fist on the desk. Dammit. Damn it all to hell. Why was this all so hard? The others could help. Cisco could see people’s memories with tactile contact, Caitlin was basically a rocket scientist, and Harrison, well, what more could you say about him that the rest of Central City hadn’t already? you hated this feeling of uselessness. You wanted to kill Zoom. You had never wanted to kill another human being in all of your life, not even the girls who bullied you in primary school. You felt silent tears slip down your face.
“(Y/N)?” Harrison walked into the room, stopping in front of you. He pushed your chin to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything. I couldn’t save Barry. I couldn’t save anyone. I’m useless! I don’t even know why our Wells hired me in the first place. I can’t do anything like the others. When I saw Zoom, I froze. I didn’t even look as he dragged Barry all through Central City.” You looked away again. “I haven’t even gone to see him yet because I feel so guilty about it all.”
Harrison hugged you. You were shocked. You had never been able to imagine Harrison hugging anyone, yet here you were, in the middle of S.T.A.R. Labs, hugging Harrison Wells.
“You are one of a kind, (Y/N). I’m not known for my teamwork. I don’t work well with others, I never have. In fact, I think you’re the only person I have ever worked with that I haven’t wanted to throw off the roof. You’re brilliant. You really, truly are. As for freezing in front of Zoom, do you know how may people have done that? He’s terrifying. I’d have been more worried if you had faced him head on without flinching. And whatever happens to Mr. Allen, there’s nothing you could’ve done, not against Zoom.” He held up your face to him and wiped away your tears with his thumb “you’re beautiful, (Y/N).”
He looked down at you. His blue eyes were soft. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours. Shocked, you stood still for a moment before softening into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. It felt like electricity was running through your veins, started were his hands were and extending through the rest of your body. He pulled away first and rested his forehead against yours.
“Never forget that, (Y/N)” he said.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.” You breathed.
Cisco walked through the door.
“Hey, (Y/N), Barry’s awake and he’s- WHAT THE HELL?” He said, dropping his cup when he saw Harrison and I so close. He walked quickly out of the room.
“Damage control. I’ll be right back,” You took Harrison’s hands off your waist and ran after Cisco. You prayed you would reach him before he blew all it out of proportion.
Part 4
You pushed away from Harrison and watched Cisco leave.
“We will continue this later. Right now, I have to do damage control.”
You chased after Cisco, calling out his name. He kept on walking. He had seen you kiss Harrison. How were you going to explain this?
“Cisco, Cisco wait!” You grabbed his arm and turned him towards you.
“What? What do you want, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“To explain what happened back there!”
“It looked pretty clear to me. You were kissing the man who pushed Barry into facing Zoom. He’s insane!”
“No, Eobard Thawne was insane! Harrison was only trying to protect his daughter. He would have done anything to save her.”
“And he risked our best friend’s life! Because of him, Barry can’t walk, (Y/N)”
“What?”
“He’s paralyzed from the waist down. Of course you were too busy… canoodling with Harry to notice.”
“it’s not like that, Cisco.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I’m… look, I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it’s more than just… I’m sorry, Cisco. It’s complicated and it just happened. It’s not like I was keeping any secrets from you all. Unlike you. It took that ‘madman’ being here for you to tell us that you were a metahuman, so don’t get up on any high horses.” You sighed, “I’m sorry, Cisco. But can you please wait to tell Caitlin until I figure out what’s going on?”
“Fine, because you’re my friend. But you had better figure it out fast, because as soon as we catch Zoom, he and Harry are both going back to Earth Two.”
That was right. He was going to have to go back eventually. What would you do? Long distance relationships never worked, and you couldn’t even imagine trying to maintain a relationship across dimensions. You watched Cisco leave. He had been telling you that Barry was awake. Sighing, you went up to go see him. Caitlin left you alone with him. Cisco glared at you as you walked past. How long would it take for him to trust you again? Was he right not to? You pushed those thoughts out of your mind as you sat next to Barry. He gave you a halfhearted smile.
“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?” He asked.
You looked at him. Despite his fast healing, there were still cuts on his face. You didn’t even realise that you were crying. You hugged Barry.
“I’m so sorry. This never should have happened to you.” You sniffed.
“It’s not your fault. Hey,” He looked down at you, “None of this is your fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have gone after Zoom half cocked. It’s my fault.”
You wiped your eyes. You wanted to tell him about Harrison. You wanted to so desperately. It was all that you could think about. You and Barry talked for a few minutes. It began to sink in that Barry might not be able to walk again, let alone run. You left the room feeling conflicted. You were happy and confused about Harrison and devastated by Barry’s situation. All you wanted to do was to crawl into a corner with a good book and get away from it all, go to another world for a little while.
You went back down to the room Harrison was in. He was bent over the gun he had used to shoot Zoom. He was running tests on the formula, muttering that it should have worked. He heard you come in and looked up. His glasses were slightly askew. He tossed them onto the table,
“I’ve been trying to figure out why my formula failed. It shouldn’t have. I measured everything perfectly.” He sighed.
“Things don’t always go according to plan. Take you and me, for instance. Do you really think that this, whatever it is, was in my plan? I know it wasn’t in yours.”
“The staring didn’t give it away?” He chuckled.
You sat next to him. “It didn’t work this time. So next time, you try something else. And you keep on trying until you get it right. That’s what it means to be a scientist. Trial and error.”
“Unless error means that you would die.”
“Calculated risk. The Harrison here taught me that.”
“What happened between you two? It took you almost a month to look at me without a sneer.”
“I told you he tried to kill me.”
“But that’s not all, is it?”
“No, it’s not. He told me something, something that rocked me to the core.”
Part 5
“What did he tell you?” Harrison asked.
“He said that I’m going to kill Barry Allen in the year 2046. I have some kind of mental break. Barry tries to help me and I shoot him in the head.” You shook your head, “What if it’s true?”
“What if it isn’t?”
“He was from the future, and provided more than enough proof to make sure we believed him. Even though he’s gone, I can still feel that future looming over me. Every time that I look at Barry, I can see myself behind a gun, terrified as Barry tries to help me.”
“The future is uncertain. You can change it. You, (Y/N), have to power to. You don’t have to comply to whatever future Dr. Wells” he cringed a little saying his name, “told you that you are going to have. Things are subject to change.”
You sighed. He could be right, but he could also be wrong. If he was wrong, then that meant you would kill one of your best friends. Harrison put his hand on your shoulder. You placed yours over his. Harrison stood up and walked to one of the monitors.
“Well, we can’t stand around worrying about the future. In my experience, which may not be as vast as the future Earth Prime version of me,’s experiences, the present is what we need to focus on to make the future. We can never learn to fly without crashing a few times.”
*ONE WEEK LATER*
Barry was on the mend. You used Dr. Wells’s old wheelchair for when he wasn’t rehabilitating. Joe was here almost everyday now. You and Harrison hadn’t talked much since you told him what Dr. Wells had said to you. You didn’t know what was going on in his head. You weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to. You at least wanted for him to talk to you. He could have literally said anything at this point to make you happy. Barry struggled forward with Joe’s help. You rushed to help him as he started to fall down.
“Easy there, tiger. Don’t take it too fast.” You warned, helping him to the chair.
Cisco and the others started talking about Zoom. You started pacing. Zoom. Damn him. Look at everything that he had done. He had single handedly done more damage in a few months than Eobard Thawne had done in 15 years. And Eobard caused the particle accelerator explosion that created metahumans.
“Maybe Zoom won’t come back.” Caitlin suggested optimistically.
“That’s highly unlikely.”
Harrison walked into the room. He was wearing a black jacket over his usual t shirt. A cap was in his hands and he had a backpack over his shoulder. You looked at him curiously as he avoided your gaze. You knew what it looked like but you prayed it wasn’t true. It looked like he was getting ready to leave. Was that why he had been so silent?
“And I’m gonna go do something about it.” He said, walking in front of us all.
“What do you mean, go do something about it?” Caitlin asked.
“I need access to your breach room and your speed canon.”
You were right. He was going back to Earth 2.
“You’re leaving?” You said stupidly. Of course he was leaving.
He looked at you, no emotions evident in his face. His eyes gave him away. There was sadness there. He nodded his head in response. You got up and quickly left the cortex. You had hoped that maybe he would’ve talked to you, or told you his plan. Anything. But no. He was going to leave without even telling you. You had thought that… never mind what you thought. It obviously wasn’t true. He had used you to feel like he was with his wife again.
“(Y/N), wait. Please!” Harrison chased after you. “Where are you going?”
“What do you care? You’re going back to your Earth. I’m not your concern anymore.” You said, refusing to face Harrison.
“What are you talking about?”
“You leaving. You didn’t even tell me. No. You came here, screwed with my head, got my best friend hurt, and then you decided to leave. You used me. I’ve been used before by someone who looks like you. I promised myself then never again. I can;t believe I let it happen again.”
“It’s not- that’s not why I didn’t tell you I was leaving, (Y/N). I didn’t tell you because I was afraid I would ask you to come with me. I can’t take you. You, she, died on live television. All of Central City saw it. And even more importantly, I can’t ask you to leave your friends. Family. How could I? How could I do that to you, of all people? I can’t stay here, because of Jesse and the Harrison Wells from this Earth is dead and if he were alive, he’d be wanted for murder. This, no matter how much we want it, can’t work.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that to me. Not after everything that’s happened.”
“Goodbye, (Y/N).” Harrison kissed you cheek.
Tears blocked your vision as you watched him leave S.T.A.R. Labs. You truly believed that this was the last time you would ever see Harrison Wells.
Part 6
He was still here. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel. Relieved or upset? Honestly, you just felt tired. Tired of fighting for something that Harrison clearly didn’t want. Cisco ran into the cortex, cradling his cheek.
“Did Caitlin run through here?” He asked, glancing around the room as if she was here.
You shook your head “No, didn’t see her. Why?”
“She just punched me in the face and ran off.”
“Yo!” Joe ran into the room “Grodd!”
“What?” Cisco and you said in unison.
“Grodd’s back.”
“Caitlin” Cisco started pacing as he connected the dots “that must be why she was acting so weird. She was being mind controlled.”
Harrison walked into the room. “I’m constantly surprised by the similarities between our worlds.”
He looked at you as he spoke. You turned away, keeping your attention on the other people around and the problem at hand: finding Caitlin. Harrison suggested using sightings of Grodd around town to triangulate his location. You knew it was a good idea but you weren’t about to compliment him on it. You defiantly ignored all of his attempts to bring you into the conversation. He eventually left to go work on his algorithm. It wasn’t until he was gone that you looked at the door. Could you really be mad at him for staying here? Isn’t that what you had wanted the whole time? No. You wanted him to trust you and tell you the truth.
You left Barry alone. He went to the treadmill. You should have been watching him, but Iris assured you that he would be fine on his own for a while. You trusted her and went to walk around S.T.A.R. Labs. You remembered when Dr. Wells had first hired you. He had said that you were going to accomplish great things. He said he had been following your progress since college. It was later revealed that you went down in history for killing Barry. No wonder he had liked you so much. It didn’t explain why he had thrown you off a roof. You hated Dr. Wells, but you loved his doppelganger. Things had stopped making sense recently… Sighing, you went back to the cortex where Barry was talking with his father, Henry. You smiled.
“Hey, Henry. How are you?” You asked.
He hugged you. “I have never been better. What about you, (Y/N)? You seem upset about something.”
“Nah, it’s nothing you need to be worried about.”
“Well, I was just giving Barry here some advice. Sometimes you have to slow down to get back to where you want to be.”
Just as you were about to respond, Cisco ran in. Again.
“Hey, guys! I think we’ve found them!” He said, pulling up a map on Central City on the screens. He pointed out 3 locations. “Grodd had to be in one of these three bell towers. The only reason we couldn’t find him on any underground cameras is because he upgraded from a bachelor pad to a penthouse like a baller.”
“Great, so now that we can find him, how exactly do you plan on getting Caitlin away from him?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“We use me.” Harrison walked in front of the door.
No. Not Harrison. The Reverse Flash. Dr. Wells. You backed up into a table and Barry used super speed to push Wells against a wall. How- wait. No. It was Harrison. It had to be. Wells was dead, obliterated from existence. Apparently, Wells came prepared with more than one suit. Harrison really was his spitting image.
“I thought he was dead.” Henry said.
“He is dead. This is.. this is Harrison Wells from Earth 2.” Barry explained, letting Harrison go with a few apologies.
“If we can get Harry to convince Grodd he’s Wells, then we can get him to let Caitlin go.” Cisco said optimistically.
“I’m not going to be there if anything goes wrong.” Barry warned Harrison.
That caused you to look up. Anything could go wrong and Grodd would surely kill Harrison.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He looked at you as you spoke.
“Harrison, would you mind talking with me… in private.” You added.
You walked into the hallway, expecting for him to follow. Thankfully, he did. You stopped when you were sure that Barry and the others wouldn’t hear you.
“What the hell are you doing?” You asked, your arms crossed once more.
“I’m helping you get your friend back.” He responded.
“Since when is Caitlin or anyone here important to you?”
“They’re not.” He said, taking your hand. “What is important is you.”
“Harrison, I can’t do this. We can’t dance around the subject forever. Soon, you’re going to have to go back and I can’t follow you, not without some serious explanation.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, please, just stay with me.”
“Just stay with me, (Y/N).” Wells said, pulling you into his chair.
“I can’t, Harrison, I have to get back to work.” You laughed.
“Says who?”
“Says you.”
“In that case, fell free to continue later.”
You collapsed to the ground. Harrison caught you in his arms as the world around you faded into black nothingness.
Part 7
You woke up in the hospital bed kept in the cortex. Henry was standing next to you, watching the monitors. You groaned. Your head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell was that? A memory?
“You’re awake?” Henry walked to your bedside. “Good. I was starting to get worried.”
“How long was I out?” You asked, sitting up.
“A few hours.”
“Where’s Harrison?”
“They found Grodd. They’re getting Caitlin now.”
“What? No! Grodd will kill Harrison!”
“He’s fine, (Y/N). He can take care of himself.”
Barry started talking into the microphone hurriedly. You and Henry rushed out to see what was going on. From what you could gather, Grodd had figured out that Harrison wasn’t his father. No. This wasn’t happening. Harrison would die. Grodd could crush him with one hand.
“An overdose of the drugs he stole could shock his brain! Wells… hit him with as much of it as you can.” Barry said, running through some calculations.
“I can’t.” Harrison’s voice came through the speakers. He sounded terrified.
You gently pushed Barry out of the way. “Harrison. You can do this. I know you. You wouldn’t let a gorilla get the better of you, would you? So get up.”
“(Y/N)?”
“If you die now, how are we supposed to talk about what we’re going to do once Zoom’s gone?”
Harrison’s voice came through the intercom again, more confident and louder so Grodd could hear him. You crossed your fingers, praying that he got out alive. You heard a crash and knew that he succeeded. You fell back into a chair, letting out a sigh of relief. Your headache was forgotten, along with the strange memory you had. Harrison, Cisco, and Caitlin were on their way back here now.
“Nice job, Barry. Overdose. I wonder why I didn’t think of that.” You chuckled.
“It would’ve been useless without you to inspire him. So, is there something you need to tell us, (Y/N)?”
“It’s complicated. I’m not really sure what it is. It’s all just a little… confusing, at the moment.”
Barry smiled. He was happy that you had found something, but you noticed something like worry in his eyes. You couldn’t tell for sure, as it was soon replaced with happiness when Caitlin walked through the door. Harrison was leaning on Cisco heavily. Sighing, you lead him to the first aid room. He got out of the Reverse Flash suit. He was wearing a black tank top underneath. You lifted it up to reveal a bruise on his side.
“Oh, dear. One second.” You placed a bandage over the spot. “There.”
“Thank you.” He said, dropping the bottom of his shirt.
You hit him upside the head. “What the hell were you thinking?!” You asked, pulling off the latex gloves.
“I was helping your friend. I thought that was-”
“No. Stop. I wanted Caitlin safe, yes, but what would I have done if you had died?”
“You said-”
“Shut up.” You pressed your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto the bed. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “I love you, Harrison Wells.”
“I love you, too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
You were standing in a room, Dr. Wells sitting in front of you. He looked frustrated. He usually did when you were being stubborn.
“Don’t you know I love you, (Y/N)? I have for a very long time.”
“Harrison… I don’t know what to say.”
“That you love me back. I know you do.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“It’s not about right and wrong, not when it comes to something this real, (Y/N).”
You almost fell off the bed. You backed away from Harrison, apologising profusely. For what, you didn’t know. You didn’t know what was happening to you and why you were having what you could only describe as flash backs. You left the room and walked to the cortex quickly. You were biting your thumb when Harrison walked in, pulling on a grey sweater. Damn, he looked adorable. His sleeves were a little too long and stopped at his fingers. He looked at you concerned.
“That was definitely more fun than work.” You laughed, watching Dr. Wells pull on his black sweater.
You shook your head. It was almost like these were… memories. But that was impossible. You had never dated Earth Prime Harrison. Of course, you had been in a coma for three months and the others had acted strangely around you for weeks, as if they had been hiding something. Could it be possible that they had lied to you about what had happened? And what else weren’t they telling you?
Part 8
You lead Harrison to your flat. Everyone had decided that it probably wasn’t best for him to stay at S.T.A.R. Labs alone that night in case there was any internal damage you hadn’t been able to find. You offered your place. It was big enough for two and it would give you and Harrison some much needed time to talk. You opened the door and let Harrison in. He looked around in awe.
“Sorry that it’s a little messy. I wasn’t expecting company.” You said, picking up a few of the papers off the floor.
“It’s fine. This is how it was back on my earth, too. You always put everything into your work and scattered everything everywhere.” He said.
“Two minds that think alike, I guess.” You put all of the papers on the counter. “Right, so, we should talk. About us, I mean. We said that we loved each other. Beyond that, I don’t really know what this is and I’ve been acting really strange lately-”
“Take a breath, (Y/N). We’ll figure it out. First things first, I love you. You love me. Sounds like a good place to start, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does.”
“Now, I think that this is something that I want to have. I want this, and I want you. In these past few weeks, you have offered me hope, protection. Light. All things that I thought I could never have again when Zoom took Jesse. I can’t lose that again when I have to go back.”
“I don’t want to lose you either, but long distance is hard enough. Try throwing in another dimension…”
“So come with me. I can explain to the rest of my world if I have to where you came from. I don’t care. As long as you’re with me, I couldn’t care less.”
“Harrison, is this your way of asking me to move in with you?” You chuckled. “You don’t think it’s a little too fast?”
“Yes, I want you to move in with me, and no, under the circumstances I don’t think it’s too fast.”
“Okay then. I will consider your offer. There’s a lot more to consider than just explaining how I’m alive in your world. What about my world? Barry, Caitlin, Cisco… I have to talk to them as well. Just to make sure that they’ll be okay without me here.”
“Is that your way of saying yes, (Y/N)?”
“It’s my way of saying maybe.” You kissed his cheek. “Now, as for the sleeping arrangement…”
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
*DREAMS*
Harrison (Eobard) walked around his house. Today had been… interesting, to say the least. Yet another metahuman had attempted to kill Barry. Harrison had almost had to save him again. That would have ruined his plans. He needed more time. He went to get a drink when there was a knock at his door. Harrison sat back in his chair and wheeled to the front door. It was too late for visitors. Who was there? When he opened the door, (Y/N) fell into his arms. You were obviously drunk.
“Oh dear.” He said, pulling you into his house and closing the door.
“There is something I have to say to you, Dr. Wells, and you are going to sit there patiently while I say it.”
“Okay. What do you have to say, (Y/N)?”
“You are irresistible, you know that? With your glasses and black sweaters. And I have noticed. And I’ve noticed that you’ve noticed that I’ve noticed.” Your speech was slurred. “So we are going to settle this now.”
You were still in his lap. He could smell the liquor on your breath mingling with a faint smell of vanilla and cinnamon.
“Settle what, (Y/N)?” he asked as you leaned closer to him, pressing your lips against his. He made no attempt to stop or encourage the kiss. “Ah. That.” He said when you pulled away.
“You know what you do to people, don’t you? What you do to people like me? We’re helpless to your charms.”
“We can continue talking about my… charms when you’re sober. For now, let’s get you into bed.”
*REALITY*
You woke up suddenly. Harrison was next to you, still sleeping soundly. Somehow, you had lost your memory. And you had been with Dr. Wells, romantically. When you had woken up from your coma, Barry had said you’d been out for months but the data you saw didn’t match that. You hadn’t questioned it because you trusted they would tell you the truth. But they hadn’t. What if you had only lost your memory of three months? They hadn’t let you see Dr. Wells when he was in the pipeline. You thought it had been because they were afraid you’d try to kill him or something. No. They had been afraid that he’d tell you that you had been in a relationship.
You got out of bed, careful not to wake up Harrison. He deserved rest, even if you were pissed. You knew exactly where you were going. It was somewhere you hadn’t been in a long time, not since Hartley first showed up. Or, you had been there after too, you supposed. You got on your motorcycle and drove to Dr. Wells’s house. Thankfully, it hadn’t been touched. In his will, he left it to Barry, who gave it to you. You didn’t sell it. You had felt too betrayed to do anything. It was untouched. You opened the front door and looked around. There was dust covering everything. The first thing you saw was a picture of him. With you. You were both smiling, but Dr. Wells looked annoyed, like he didn’t want to take a picture. It wasn’t from that long ago.
There were more pictures like that scattered about. You found a box under his bed. There were lots of pictures, and you were only in a few of them. One was worn around the edges and a little bent. You flipped it around to reveal a picture of you sleeping in his bed. You dropped it in shock. It was only now hitting you that you had been with Dr. Wells. You fell on the floor, covering your mouth with your hand. No. No. It wasn’t possible. How could you have been with such a madman? With the man who dropped you from a clock tower? It made you sick to your stomach. You hardly noticed the hand on your shoulder. It was Harrison. He had found you, somehow.
“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” He asked, kneeling next to you.
“I don’t- how could they keep this from me?” You showed him one of the pictures. “I was with him. That monster.”
“Is that what’s been worrying you recently? Memories of the other me coming back to you?”
“Yes. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
You turned into his chest. He held you closely, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. He was so comforting. You could feel the memory of the other Harrison hugging you similarly, but it was stiff and… cold. Like he didn’t really care or couldn’t bring himself to. This Harrison, here and now, was genuinely kind and loving.
“He was an idiot, breaking your heart. For hurting you.” Harrison said.
“You do realise that you basically just called yourself an idiot, right?”
“I can be, at times. That much is certain. But this version of me… he gave up everything good in his life for power. He gave you up for power. He was willing to kill you. Anyone who could do that… well, I don’t think I could say it any better than he was an idiot.”
“I need to confront the others about this. I understand that they were trying to protect me, but this… finding out like this is so much worse than finding out as soon as I woke up.”
Part 9
You walked into S.T.A.R. Labs, determined to confront Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin. They had no right to keep from you that you had been with Wells. It wasn’t their call, and you intended to tell them that. Harrison was worried. Even in his world, knowing you for all that time, he had never seen you so angry and upset. He didn’t understand what it had been like when Wells had brought you up to that clock tower only to throw you down. He hadn’t wanted you to die, only suffer. And you did, now more than ever.
The others were all already at S.T.A.R. Labs. Good. It saved you the trouble of calling them together. Cisco greeted you happily until he saw your expression.
“What’s going on, (Y/N)? Is something wrong?” Barry asked.
“I know, Barry. I know that I was… intimate, with Dr. Wells.” You said.
He looked genuinely surprised. “How’d you find out?”
“It started with flashbacks and ended with me finding a bunch of pictures of the two of us together.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry. We were just-”
“Trying to protect me, I know. But that wasn’t your call. It was mine. I don’t care if I couldn’t remember. It’s more the fact that you tried to hide it from me. You lied to me, so many times over that I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. I have so many questions that I’m not sure if you will answer honestly.”
“You can trust us.” Cisco said. “You know that.”
“I know that I used to. Right now, I need some time away from all of this.” You gestured to the cortex. “When I get back, we will talk more about this and about me coming back here.”
You turned and left. You wanted to blow up and yell at them. You thought that was what you wanted. But once you were standing in front of them, you saw what they had seen. How much they cared about you. It made you less angry and more sympathetic. You walked out of S.T.A.R. Labs where Harrison was waiting.You got into the driver’s seat of the car. You knew exactly where you were going. The cabin. You had owned it for years and it was where you went when you needed to think. Peace and quiet away from the city noise.
“So, where are you taking me?” Harrison asked.
“Well, if I’m so similar to the, erm, other me, then you tell me.” You said.
“The cabin. You and I bought it after college.”
“Funny. I bought it alone after college.”
“We lived there for a few months. Then she got the idea to open up S.T.A.R. Labs, but she hated the spotlight so she gave it to me.”
“Sounds like something I would do.” You chuckled.
The drive over took a total of 3 hours. You were relieved when you got there. It was like a weight was being lifted off of your shoulders. Harrison opened his door and smiled when he saw the quaint cottage. It reminded him of years past. You let out a sigh and opened the door. You hadn’t been here since the accelerator exploded. There was a thin layer of dust covering all the smooth surfaces but you didn’t care/ You turned on the lights and went to the closet. You changed into a flannel shirt and boots.
“Ah, the wonders of camping.” You said, snuggling into the warm cotton.
“I don’t suppose you have anymore of those?”
“Lucky for you, I buy these way too big.” You said, grabbing one for him.
“How long are you planning on staying here, (Y/N)?”
“I don’t know. A month. A year. However long it takes for me to forgive them.”
Harrison pulled your back against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head. You leaned back into him, content with where you were now. It was like you and Harrison were the only two people in the world. That was all that mattered to you. All that you cared about now.
Part 10
You curled up next to Harrison on the old couch. You felt warm and protected here with him. There was something about the cabin that cleared your mind. Harrison held you close t him. It seemed like he wasn’t going to ever let you go. You loved it.
Harrison was just happy to be like this with you again. He never thought that he’d be able to again. And now… he was back at the cabin with you. It was sometimes hard to remember that you weren’t the same as her. Especially when you had moments like this one. Then you’d make some comment so like her yet so unlike her that he was instantly reminded where he was. Sitting with you in his arms on Earth Prime. He genuinely hoped that you would come back with him, when it was time.
You fell asleep. He gently picked you up and carried you into a small bedroom at the end of the hall. He tucked you under the covers, pushing the hair out of your eyes and planting a kiss on you forehead. He left a note telling you he was going to S.T.A.R. Labs. He had made a promise to help them stop Zoom. He intended to keep it so he could find Jesse.
Cisco and Barry looked at Harrison hopefully, expecting him to bring good news about (Y/N). He just shook his head.
“Man, I wish she would just hurry up and forgive us. It’s not like we did anything wrong.” Cisco said.
“She’s a remarkable young woman. She’s special. And you hurt her. It may not seem like you did, but she can only see that you kept an enormous secret from her that she can’t ever escape now. It probably doesn’t help that she’s with someone with the same face as the person who hurt her.”
“We never meant to hurt her. It’s just… when she finally woke up and couldn’t remember her time with Dr. Wells, we couldn’t bare to force that on her.” Barry explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
Harrison brushed off the topic of conversation and focused on trying to find a way to close the breaches.
You woke up alone, the sheets next to you cold. you found Harrison’s note quickly. You sighed. It looked like you were going to spend the day alone to think about your problems.
“I am sorry, (Y/N). I truly do care for you. But you dug too deep. Looked too much into my past.” Harrison said, looking at you somberly.
“Who are you, really?” You asked. Your heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.
“My name is Eobard Thawne. I’m from the future.” He walked around you, giving you a once over. “Here is where I would normally say, ‘to me, you’ve been dead for centuries’, but I can’t. Not to you.”
The wind was blowing in your hair. Why had you agreed to come up here? You knew that it wasn’t going to end well for you, now you were certain of it. More than certain. Harrison, or Eobard, you supposed, was watching you like a lion would watch it’s prey. You had once liked that look, when he was somehow towering over you despite being in the chair. Now he was standing before you, a murderous glint in his eyes.
“Because I cannot kill you, for many reasons. The main one of those being that you are the one who finally kills my greatest enemy: Barry Allen. The year 2046 is the year that you shoot him in the head. That made you one of my heroes, you know. That’s why I got so close to you. It was a dream come true for me. Yet here we are now.” He chuckled. “This will be my only regret in this world.”
He gripped your neck tightly, holding you over the edge of the clock tower. You knew it wasn’t tall enough to kill you. There was a possibility of a spinal fracture or some other major injury. You ran the calculations through your mind, holding onto his arm for life. He smiled at you sadly, letting go. You fell. You fell for what felt like hours and hours.
Before you hit the ground, you shook yourself free from the memory. That was all you remembered from the three months you had been with Dr. Wells. His apology as he let go and watched you fall to what could have been your death. How could it have been so easy for him? You had seen the pictures. He had looked happy. You pulled out a picture you had of you and Harrison from Earth 2. The difference was the eyes. Your Harrison’s eyes were full of kindness and love. You hadn’t seen that in the pictures at the house.
You put the picture back in your wallet. Now you were thinking about what would happen when it was finally time for Harrison to go back to his earth. What would you do? The option to return with him was always on the table, but could you leave all of your friends? Family wasn’t a problem. You didn’t have any anymore. Barry and Cisco and Caitlin… they were like family. Leaving meant you’d more than likely never be able to see them again. Sure, you were mad at them, but could you really do that?
Yes. To be with Harrison, yes. You truly believed that you could be happy with him. You wanted the chance to be. Your mind was made up. You would go back with Harrison to Earth 2. You tried to spend the rest of your day thinking about something else but you couldn’t. You wanted to tell Harrison as soon as possible, Nothing made you feel content or accomplished. It was infuriating. You couldn’t calm down until Harrison came back into the cabin. You kissed him as soon as he cane through the door.
“What was that for?” He asked.
“I’ve made up my mind.” You responded confidently.
“About what? Barry and Cisco?”
“No. Going back with you. To your world.”
“Really?” He looked down at the ground. “What’s your decision?”
He genuinely thought you were going to say no. You gently pushed his face up so he would look at you in the eyes.
“I’ve decided to go with you.”
“What?”
“I’m going with you to Earth 2.”
“That’s fantastic!” Harrison exclaimed, taking you into his arms and twirling you around, placing kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck.
You laughed at his reaction. You smiled as he put you back down.
“I’m so glad that you’re coming with me. I don’t think that I’d be able to go on without you in my life now.”
“All this because you couldn’t stop staring at me in the cortex.”
“And you said you’d have nothing to do with me.”
“I lied.”
Part 11
You woke up with Harrison next to you again. You could get used to this. You tried to get up but he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Don’t get up. I was just getting comfortable.” He grumbled, burying his face in your hair.
“I kinda have to at some point, don’t I?” You laughed, turning to face him.
“No. That’s the good thing about being in a remote cabin in the woods. You don’t have to get up ever.”
“Harrison, we can’t stay here all day. I will start to feel like crap if I don’t so something productive.”
“Fine. We can get up in an hour. Until then, I am not letting you go.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of asking.”
You snuggled up closer to him. Everything was right with the world in this moment. Nothing could have taken it away from you. You believed that life was made up of tiny, precious moments scattered throughout life to make it a little brighter. Like the stars in the night sky; tiny contacts of the universe, yet so beautiful that people wanted to remember them forever. This was one of those moments that you wanted to remember forever. The peaceful moment that rarely happened now-a-days.
The hour was up too early and you eventually pried yourself free from Harrison’s grip. You walked through the cabin in your flannel shirt. You were going to tell Barry about leaving this earth later. You were still mad at them. This was also an opportunity for you to protect Barry in the future. You couldn’t hurt him if you weren’t in the same dimension as him. It seemed to be a win-win situation to you. But you knew he wouldn’t see it that way. He’d probably try and stop you.
“So.” Harrison said, walking up next to you, “What are we going to do today? It is possible that nothing will happen this week and we are going to need something to do.”
“Yes, we are.”
“How about a date?”
“That would be nice, if people didn’t think that you were dead. And if you wouldn’t be wanted for murder if you weren’t.”
“Yeah, so it won’t be a conventional date, but we’ve been so busy with Zoom and gorilla warfare that we haven’t actually gone on one.”
“True.”
“All of this has been out of order, from the very beginning. First, we went on a trip, then I asked you to move in with me, so I think this is overdue.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” You said, smiling at him. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I’ve got to get a few things first.”
“Are you going to put the baseball cap back on?”
“I kinda have to. Why?”
“It looks sexy on you.”
“Gee, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Hurry back.”
He smiled and waved to you as he walked away. You let out a deep breath. What to wear?
Part 12
You were wearing a dark button down shirt with black skinny jeans, the somewhat perfect mix of casual and formal since you had no idea where Harrison was intending on taking you. He had always been mysterious. It was his specialty. Only now it was driving you crazy. There wasn’t anywhere you could go publicly together due to the explosion and his death. Well, Dr. Wells’s death. This was starting to get confusing. You were pacing a hole in the carpet of the living room thinking about what you could possibly do on a date.
None of that involved science. For the most part.
When he finally did come back, he was being very secretive about everything and he was still wearing the baseball cap. He took your hand and led you to the car, not saying anything about where you were going or what you were doing. Every time you asked, he smirked and shook his head. You tried to figure it out from your surroundings. All you could determine was that you were in a part of Central City you had never seen before. There were no buildings around. It was just hills and trees, which made you think it was a park. Harrison parked next to one of the hills and helped you out of the car. He grabbed a basket from the trunk.
“All right. We’re here.” He said, taking your hand and walking up the hill. There was a tree in the centre among a few flower beds. It was very peaceful. Harrison set down the basket.
“Where exactly is ‘here’?” You asked.
“A secret place that I found last year. It’s where I used to come when I needed to relax. I never showed it to anyone. Not even (Y/N).”
“Thank you for showing me.”
He smiled again and created a small picnic. You sat down on the blanket and opened the basket. There were two bottles of wine, assorted snacks, and small sandwiches. You were surprised. You hadn’t really pictured Harrison as someone who would do something like this.
“So you went out and bought wine and other picnic related things? Not bad.”
“I tried my best. Though that gets a little difficult when you’re supposed to be dead. The clerk looked at me like I was a ghost and almost called the police.”
“How’d you get yourself out of that one, smooth talker?”
“The ever so cliched line ‘I’ve just got one of those faces’.”
You crinkled your nose. You hated cliches. “Well, I’m glad you weren’t arrested. It would’ve been much less romantic if I would’ve had to bail you out.”
“I don’t know, jail cells can be romantic.”
“Really? How?”
“I will tell you when I think of something. For now, have a drink.”
He handed you a glass of wine. You took a sip, surprised at it’s sweet taste. You looked at the bottle. It was your favourite brand and year. You had forgotten, again, that he knew you better than you knew him. Time to remedy that.
“Right, since it’s painfully obvious that you know me very well, I need to get to know you better. Normally I would play a game about this, but you already know the answers to my questions, so I’ll have to ask like a normal human being.”
“All right, shoot.”
“First, what is your favourite colour?”
“Hmm.. you’d think black or grey, based on what I wear, but I prefer a nice calm blue.”
“Okay, what about your favourite childhood memory?”
“Quite a jump from favourite colour, but okay. I remember there used to be a marsh next to where I lived. I used to play there with my friends. It was always my favourite place to go.”
“Hm. That’s wonderful.”
“What about you?”
“I don’t know. I grew up in the city, so I don’t have anything nice like you. But, I suppose… there was this restaurant. It was nothing special, just a little corner store. My family used to go there every month. We did up until last year.”
“What happened?”
“My parents died in a car crash the night of the explosion.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s fine. I’m past the mourning period. Barry waking up helped with that. It gave me something else to focus on.”
You leaned on Harrison’s chest. He kissed the top of you head and set down his wine glass. He placed his arm around you waist, drawing you closer to him. This was where you belonged. It wasn’t in some specific world or at S.T.A.R. Labs. It was wherever Harrison was. As long as you were with him, you could be happy. Harrison felt the same. He would never say it expressly, but he showed it in his actions. Little things like this. You weren’t sure how long you stayed on top of that hill, but it felt like an eternity to you. The sun started to go down, creating a photographer’s favourite time of day: the Golden Hour.You took out your phone and took a picture of you and Harrison so you could always remember this moment.
Part 13
“Right.” Harrison said, standing up. “There is one more place that I want to take you today.”
“Really? Where to next?” You asked, picking up some of the picnic.
“Somewhere with a great view.” He responded.
You were getting a little tired of all the secret places that this date was taking you. One things was for certain, it was unlike any other date you had ever been on. Harrison was more excited about this next part. The sun was down as you drove through Central City, cloaking the city in darkness. Harrison knew exactly where he was going. He stopped in front of one of the tallest buildings and walked inside, expecting you to follow him. You looked around nervously before entering. Harrison said something to the security guard who nodded his head. Harrison took your hand and led you to the elevator. He pressed the button to the highest floor.
“Are you taking me to the roof?”
“I am. The view is killer.”
“I’m sure that it is.” You chuckled. Of course he’d take you to the roof of a building.
When you did finally reach the top floor, you had to go to the stairwell to get to the roof. Harrison for some reason had the key and unlocked the door. He propped it open just in case and joined you at the edge. You could see what felt like all of Central City. Harrison stopped next to you.
“There are some places in this city that are just amazing. They really make you feel like you’re separate from everyone and everything. Like you’re alone.” He said, leaning on the railing.
“Another one of those moments that I can’t get enough of.” You responded.
You looked over the edge. This was so familiar. Being in a high place with Harrison. Not again. You backed away from the edge quickly, your breath quickening as you went back to that damn clock tower. Why now of all times? Your back hit the door. Harrison was next to you again and you saw those red eyes.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. I can’t-”
He took your arm. “It’s another flashback, isn’t it?” You nodded. “Dammit. I hate that he did this to you. No one, especially not you, should have to deal with this crap. That version of me was an idiot.”
“I’m sorry Harrison.” You said again, running down the stairs.
Harrison didn’t follow. Instead, he banged his fist on the railing, cursing himself. He had known what the other him had done to you. This was just salt on the wound probably. How could he have been so stupid? He started to think of all of the places that you could possibly want to avoid now because he had hurt you. You were still recovering memories from your time with Dr. Wells. Who knew what all he had done to damage you?
You ran out of the building and looked up. Was Harrison still up there, watching the night sky? As you pictured him, you saw the Reverse-Flash again. You knew they weren’t the same. You focused on Harrison’s eyes first. They were so much kinder than Dr. Wells. From there, you were able to picture the rest of him easily. Dr. Wells wasn’t Harrison. You repeated that to yourself over and over again. Dr. Wells wasn’t Harrison. He was Eobard Thawne, a mad man from the future who was blasted out of existence.
Or was I? A voice said behind you. You turned around. Of course no on was there. It was in your head. All in your head. You hoped.
Part 14
You laid down on your own bed. You had gotten a cab back to your apartment in the city. It felt nice to be back here. The perfect time to clear your mind. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you drifted to sleep and began to dream of the past.
You woke up in a strange bed. You were in the same clothes you had worn out last night. Where were you? You got up and looked around. As soon as you got out of the hallway, you knew. You recognised it from the one time that you had been there. Dr. Wells’s house. Oh god. What had you done? You hoped it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t fix.
You found Harrison in the living room. He was by one of the lamps with a book in his hand. When he noticed you were awake, he put the book on the little end table.
“Good morning, (Y/N). You had a rather… interesting time last night. Do you remember any of it?” He was trying to suppress a smile. Emphasis on trying.
“I remember going to test some of that alcohol Caitlin made for Barry and then there was karaoke. Then I woke up here in your guest bedroom. At least, I hope that was the guest bedroom.”
“It was. I figured my, uh, charms might be too much for you.”
“Oh no. Please tell me I didn’t say that.” He nodded “I’m going to go die in a hole now.”
“Now you don’t have to go to such drastic measures. I thought it was cute.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I didn’t know that you felt that way, (Y/N).”
“You never asked, so I didn’t see any point in telling.”
“Thankfully the alcohol disagreed with that stance.”
He gestured for you to walk over to him. You did so slowly, unsure of what was going to happen. Dr. Wells pulled you onto his lap. You were shocked yet excited. There was this air of dark mystery surrounding him that you found intoxicating. His hand trailed up your back and into your hair. He looked at you for a moment, his eyes dark, before he pulled you into a passionate kiss. You leaned into him. This was something you had wanted for a while, wasn’t it? It was better than you had imagined. He was aggressive yet sweet. You tried to match his fervor as you tugged on his hair.
“Hm, so that’s what that feels like.” He breathed when you finally pulled away from each other.
“That was… intense.”
“To say the least.” Harrison agreed.
While you were sound asleep in your apartment, Harrison was still on the roof looking up. This was the one place he had never taken you on his earth. It was his secret corner of the world that no one else knew about. He thought about how he had met his (Y/N). College. Those had been better days. Much better.
You rushed through the hallway, carrying 3 books filled to the brim with notes about quantum physics and biochemistry. You knocked in to someone, sending both of your books scattering across the ground. You scrambled to gather up what looked like your notes and helping the other person gather theirs. You looked up and saw an attractive man with dark hair smiling back at you. His glasses were a little crooked and he had stubble, as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. You smiled back as he dropped a book into your hands.
“Sorry about that. I guess I should have been looking where I was going.” you said.
“Nah, it’s fine. I don’ think that either of us were paying attention.” He chuckled, picking up his notes from you. “Are you studying to be a doctor?”
“Sort of. Was it the quantum physics books that gave it away?”
“No, it was your handwriting. It’s really awful.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I’m Harrison. Harrison Wells. What’s yours?”
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you,”
“I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” Harrison said, standing up and walking away.
You felt yourself involuntarily smiling. You weren’t quite sure why, but you wanted to see him again. Starling City was a big place, though. You watched him walking away for a few moments before you remembered why you were running in the first place and got back to it.
Why had he let her walk away that day? And everyday after that. The night Zoom had taken her, he had felt that something was wrong. He wanted to tell you not to go. To stay with him at S.T.A.R. Labs but he hadn’t. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He pushed himself off the rail and left the roof. He was going to go and find you and make sure that you knew that.
Part 15
Harrison got in a taxi, ready to go see you. No way was he going to let you go again. Too many times had he out other things ahead of you and Jesse. Too many times had he chosen work as opposed to spending time with you. He was never going to make that mistake again. Not when he could have a second chance. How many people could say that they had the chance to fall in love with the same girl twice? He tapped his feet impatiently on the floor. What the hell was taking so long?
You walked around your apartment, trying to get the hallucination Harrison out of your head.
“Eobard, not Harrison.” He said.
“I don’t care. Why won’t you go away?”
‘You really don’t get it, do you? You’re a metahuman, (Y/N).”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, really. It’s simple. In my time, your a sort of… anti-hero. You help both sides, depending on who you think is right. And boy, did you come in handy when you were on our side. I mean, truly, (Y/N), you were a gift.”
“So what then? My power is insanity?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. You, my dear, see dead people.”
“I what?”
Harrison was almost at your apartment. He was thinking about what he would say, carefully chosing each word. You deserved this more than anything. His full attention. You were worth every second. Well, that wasn’t too bad for a start.
You sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bench,
“Ok. I talk to the dead. But weren’t you erased from existance?” You asked, rubbing your temple.
“Techinically, yes. But that’s also dead.” He replied, shrugging.
“Then why do you look like Harrison and not like, well, you?”
“Look, (Y/N), despite what you clearly think, I do not have all of the answers. You never gave much away when I met you. We didn’t talk much. That’s why coming here and meeting you was such a pleasure for me. It was the first time I had gotten to know you.”
“And then you threw me off a clock tower.”
“Something I greatly regret, I assure you.”
“Too bad. Go away.”
“You summoned me.”
“Now I’m banishing you.”
You saw him smirk as he faded away into the walls. This was insane. All of this was impossible. Talking to the dead? No way. This was a mental break down or something scientific. Something reasonable. Dr. Wells wasn’t even dead. He was erased from existance. You had seen it yourself. You had watched Eddie die to make it happen. There was a difference between them. You pressed your hands against your head. YOu could get past this. You just had to focus.
“That’s what I thought to.” You heard yourself say.
No. That wasn’t right. You sounded older. You looked up and saw an older version of yourself smiling down at you. She looked so kind, yet her eyes were full of hurt and regret.
“How are you-”
“He wasn’t lying to you. Eobard, I mean. He was telling the truth. You can talk to the dead. You’re talking to me, after all.”
“You’re from Earth 2. His wife.”
“Indeed I am. And I’m here to tell you to stay with him. Harrison’s always needed us more then he’s been able to admit. Don’t let him be alone again, okay? A dead woman’s last request.”
“I didn’t think that you’d be okay with him and another woman.”
”I can make an exception considering that woman is me.” She chuckled. “Promise me, (Y/N). Promise you that you’ll be there.”
“Always.” You promised, shaking her hand. Even if this was a hallucination, you were going to keep that promise. It was the single most important thing in your life now.
Someone knocked at your door. You stood up, confident that you were insane and that you wanted to be with Harrison. You had been confident about that before, just now it was the only thing running through your head. You opened the door and saw Harrison.
“(Y/N), we need to talk.”
You pulled him into the apartment and kissed him.
“Well, yeah, that’s pretty much all I wanted to say.” He chuckled nervously.
“I’m not going anywhere, Harrison. I’ve got you to worry about.”
“I’m not letting you go anywhere anyway.”
You closed the door, kissing Harrison again. You could’ve sworn you saw tha older version of you smile before she faded away. You would live up to your promise and never let Harrison be alone. Never again. He needed you as much as you needed him.
Part 16
You walked into S.T.A.R. Labs. Harrison had gone in early to help Barry with his speed. You brought coffee, hoping that you had gotten what he liked. When you entered the cortex, you saw him at the screens. You coughed to announce your arrival. Harrison turned around and smiled.
“Ah. You brought coffee. Thank you, (Y/N).” He said, kissing your cheek as he took a cup.
“What’s going on over here?”
“A speed drug called Velocity 6. I started development back on my earth, but I think we need it more here. The only problem is that I have a background in technology.”
You held up your hands. “Quantum physics. Ask me anything about photons and wavelengths, but biochemistry is far from my strong suit. I hated that course.”
“So I guess neither of us is much use on this project, are we?”
“Unfortunately not. Do you think it would make Barry fast enough to stop Zoom?” You asked, sitting next to him in front of the monitor.
“I hope so. The sooner that we get this over with, the sooner we can go home.”
“You said ‘we’.” You smiled.
“Of course. You said you wanted to come to Earth 2 with me, and you’ll stay with me.”
“You have a whole plan, don’t you?”
“I’ve actually had a long time to plan this, (Y/N). I’m getting every detail right this time.”
“Good to hear.” You said, kissing him lightly. “Where;s Caitlin?”
“She left a few hours ago.”
“So we literally have no one capable of furthering the project.” You sighed, chaning the subject.
“It appears that way. And we don’t have a willing test subject. Barry is our only shot. I don’t want to put him in danger.”
“I think that-”
“Hey guys, are you busy? No? Good. We’ve got a problem.” Cisco said as he quickly walked into the Cortex.
Barry was trailing behind him with a girl you had never seen before. You pulled the ball cap over Harrison’s hair, glaring at Cisco for not having the foresight to give us some warning. Then you got a better look at the girl and understood. She was very beautiful with long dark hair that had a single light streak through it. You stepped in front of Harrison, gesturing for him to get out of the room. The girl was looking around in awe. You felt like there was something… off, about her. There seemed to be multiple versions of her flying through the air, messing with your mind.
You shook your head, trying to focus on the one version of Kendra, as you learned her name was. Harrison stayed behind you, taking your hand. You smiled at him thankfully. His presence helped to focus your mind on just the current version of Kendra.
“I can’t believe that you all work with the Flash. I can’t believe that you’re the Flash.” Kendra said, looking at you all in amazement.
“Yeah, let’s keep that on the DL.” Cisco chuckled. She nodded.
Joe and Caitlin had come back once Barry had called them. Barry held out the knife. You could see the little chip off the blade.
“This is the same knife used to kill the men at the docks. The residue is a perfect match.” Barry said.
“So it was the same guy.” You said, crossing your arms.
“Definitely. But the thing is, this blade is old. Centuries old. Do you have any ideas as to why this guy is after you?”
“No. I’ve never seen him before.” Kendra said.
“well, he was certainly acting like he knew you. He kept calling her Priestess Chay-Ara.”
“Hold on. I know what that is.” You racked your brain, searching for the word. “Coptic. It’s egyption.”
“I grew up in Wisconsin, and I’ve never even left the states.”
“Even so, he’s clearly interested in killing you for some reason or another, so you need to let us try and protect you.”
“I can put a detail on her.” Joe said.
“No offense, Joe, but I don’t think that you can protect her. You didn’t see this guy.” Barry said.
“Well, then, I suppose that it’s a good thing we have a few friends outside Central City that can help.” You responded, looking over at Barry.
Part 17
You all headed to Starling CIty where Oliver was. Barry was making sure that Oliver was safe while you and Cisco stayed in the car with Kendra. You were supposed to wait until Barry had confronted Oliver. From there, he would hopefully give you directions to where they were hiding out. Who knew what would actually happen? You were nervous. So many bad things could happen during this trip. It was entirely possible that Kendra would end up-
No. No thoughts like that. No one was going to get hurt on this mission. Not on your watch. You had Barry on your side. If things got too bad, then he could run you all out of the general vicinity. Why had you agreed to come on this trip? Kendra looked terrified. Cisco was doing his best to comfort her. You were doing your best not to think of Harrison. You had a bad feeling and it was all you could do not to call him. You leaned against the window and sighed. The troubles of dating people from Earth 2.
Barry called Cisco and told you you were in the clear. Cisco drove to the Arrow-Lair, as he called it. You leaned back into the chair and tapped your feet impatiently. The sooner you dealt with this guy, the sooner you could go home. Cisco pulled into the lot and helped Kendra out of the van. Felicity was standing outside, waiting to invite everyone in.
“Wow, new digs.” Barry said, looking around. “And I just noticed. No sleeves. Don’t you get cold?”
“I spent the better part of five years on in island in the North China sea. I don’t get could, Barry.” Oliver replied, putting up his bow.
You looked around, impressed as well. There were so many technilogically advanced things here.
‘nothing that I didn’t install at S.T.A.R. Labs.’ Eo said, Great. He was back. But at least the voice was easier to ignore now.
Felicity hugged Barry and scolded him for all the things that he had forgotten to fill her in on. You surpressed a laugh by covering it up with a cough. Cisco looked like this set up was his worst nightmare.
“This is completely wrong!” He exclaimed, running to inspect some of the wires. “Did you guys even look at the specs i sent over? This is a tragedy. I’m mourning of the death of engineering. Copper wire to handle to processing speed of the Palmer Satellite, other wise your system is going to overload.”
“Yeah, but that hasn’t happened.” Felicity said in defense. Then she looked to the side, “I mean, it hasn’t happened since last week.” Cisco still didn’t look convinced. “all right, it happened yesterday.”
Finally, Kendra spoke up. You all made introductions to get her acquaitened with Team Arrow.
“Barry said you needed our help.” Oliover said. “Somebody very dangerous is after you.”
“Yeah, but I have no idea why.” Kendra admitted a bit sheepishly.
“What does this guy even look like?” Felicity asked.
Barry drew a picture quickly for convenience and Felicity ran facial recognition. All she could come up with was a pciture from 1975. You tried to think of some connection that this man could have to Kendra, but came up with nothing. It was just one more mystery to add to the ever growing pile of enigmass that were slowly becoming a part fo your daily life. Oliver started to ask Kendra a bunch of questions that she didn’t know the answer to and Barry decided to stop him.
“We came here to hide out for awhile.” Barry said.
“No, you came here because you needed my help.” Oliver argued. “This is what my help looks like.”
“Look, I just saved you from whatever Flock of Seagulls was about to do-”
“None of us have superpowers, Barry. You brought this girl into our world without knowing who she is or what the dud that is after her is looking for. You made us all unsafe. So maybe you ask the questions.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Felicity stepped in. “We’re all friends here, right? Why don’t we just head back to our place for some drinks, and we can talk.”
“Cool.” Barry said, happy to back away form the arguement.
Part 18
You walked out of the house, leaving the others to discuss strategies while you answered your phone. It was Caitlin. You would have figured that it was Harrison. You shrugged and answered.
“Hey, Caitlin. What’s going on?” You asked.
“You need to get back to Central City, as soon as possible.” She sounded panicked.
“What’s wrong? Caitlin? What happened?”
“It’s Harry. He’s been shot.”
“What?I- I’m on my way. Is he alive?”
“For now. Just hurry.”
You hung up the phone, panicked about what you were supposed to do. Barry. Maybe you could get him to give you a quick life back to Central City before they went on their mission for Kendra. You’d never know if you didn’t ask. Besides, Barry knew how much Harrison meant to you. He was sure to help, right?
“Barry? I need your help.” You began.
“Sure (Y/N). What is it?”
“Harrison’s been shot. Can you take me-”
“Say no more. Hold on tight.”
You felt yourself being lifted into the air. The speed was terrifying and exhilerating. Your hands were wrapped tightly around Barry’s neck. You wondered how fast you were going. A few minutes later, you were outside S.T.A.R. Labs’s front entrance. Barry gave a small salute and a smile before rushing off again. You watched for a moment before running through the entrance. You moved quickly through the familiar halls to the med bay. Caitlin was standing over Harrison, who was laying unconscious on a hospital bed. Your eyes widened as you entered the room slowly. Caitlin stepped aside. She had a smile on her face.
“He’s going to pull through.”
You felt yourself let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sat in front of Harrison’s bed and took his hand. It was so cold. You reached for his pulse to make sure for yourself that he was really alive. You reasted your forehead on the bed. He was alive. You felt his hand move. You looked up and saw his bright blue eyes beginning to open up. He smiled when he saw you.
“(Y/N). I’m glad that yours is the first face I saw.”
“Thank God your alive, Harrison. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Part 19
You were excited for Christmas for the first time in a while. It certainly wasn’t a holiday you’d been looking forward to eight months ago. The only problem was that Harrison was acting… differently. Maybe it was just because Jesse was still missing, but that wasn’t what it felt like. It felt like he was hiding something from you. You had hoped that you’d moved past that part of your relationship, but evidently you were wrong. You sighed. What were you even supposed to get someone from Earth Two? You got the last Harrison a book on quantum mechanics. You knew what music he liked. He probably had all of that back on his earth. He only wanted one thing this year- his daughter back.
You hated not being able to give him what he really wanted. It felt like someone was pulling on your heart trying to rip it from your chest. The team didn’t even know where she was. There was no way to get to Earth Two, not really, not while Zoom was there. The breaches were still open. Things were still going wrong. You stopped in front of a book store. There were children’s books in the window. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like to lose a child. You shook your head and continued on your way to S.T.A.R. Labs. Caitlin had filled you in on the Velocity 6 drug. You wouldn’t be able to help much, but you would definitely speed the process up.
Harrison was waiting there. He actually looked a little nervous, and still like he was holding something back. You mentally prepared yourself before putting the bag of presents you had aside. He coughed and handed you a gift. You looked at him curiously before taking the gift. You carefully pulled off the wrapping paper and saw a first edition copy of your favourite book.
“How did you know?” You asked.
“I may have asked Ramone. He was relatively happy to help.” Harrison admitted.
“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful.” You set the book on a desk. “I haven’t gotten you anything yet.”
“I really didn’t expect you to.” He turned back to his work.
You wanted to ask. You really wanted to ask. You really really wanted to ask. But you were afraid of the answer. Well, what was life if you didn’t take risks?
“Is something wrong?”
“What?” Harrison turned to you.
“You’ve been acting differently the last couple of days. I was just curious about what was on your mind.”
He hesitated. “Jessie loves this time of year. I guess it’s just reminding me of her.”
“Yeah.”
You didn’t really believe him. Well, you did, but that wasn’t all of it. There was something else. Like an underlying fear that he wouldn’t tell you about. You were determined to figure it out, but after Christmas. You were too exhausted from the holidays to worry about it until they were done. Maybe the mini Christmas party the West’s were having would help you to relax.
“Do you want to accompany me to the party the West’s are having? It might be fun. You do know what fun is, yeah?”
He chuckled. At least that little joke worked. “No, I’m working on something important. I’m going to be staying here.”
“All right. Well, if you change your mind, you’ll know where I am.”
He smiled and again turned back to his work. You sighed and picked up your bag of gifts before heading off. The party was in about a half an hour. You could get there in time. You hoped that they would like their gifts. It was nice to be able to unwind, especially after all that had happened with Mardon and the Trickster. Everyone had gotten away okay, but it was certainly stress inducing. Barry assured you that Joe’s eggnog was strong enough to take off the edge multiple times.
The party was great. Caitlin and Jay finally kissed. Maybe her love life was taking a turn for the better, finally. It just wasn’t the same without Harry. You decided to leave early to see him. He could use some Christmas cheer. You all could. Only, when you got to S.T.A.R. Labs for the second time that night, he was no where to be seen. That was unlike him. Oh well. You should’ve been going home anyway. It was late. You could see him tomorrow.
Beginnings, Parts 1-5
You rushed through the hallway, carrying 3 books filled to the brim with notes about quantum physics and biochemistry. You knocked in to someone, sending both of your books scattering across the ground. You scrambled to gather up what looked like your notes and helping the other person gather theirs. You looked up and saw an attractive man with dark hair smiling back at you. His glasses were a little crooked and he had stubble, as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. You smiled back as he dropped a book into your hands.
“Sorry about that. I guess I should have been looking where I was going.” you said.
“Nah, it’s fine. I don’ think that either of us were paying attention.” He chuckled, picking up his notes from you. “Are you studying to be a doctor?”
“Sort of. Was it the quantum physics books that gave it away?”
“No, it was your handwriting. It’s really awful.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I’m Harrison. Harrison Wells. What’s yours?”
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you,”
“I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” Harrison said, standing up and walking away.
You felt yourself involuntarily smiling. You weren’t quite sure why, but you wanted to see him again. Starling City was a big place, though. You watched him walking away for a few moments before you remembered why you were running in the first place and got back to it.
*LATER THAT WEEK*
You were studying, like always. Your roommate was lying on her bunk with her arms and legs hanging over the sides. She was absolutely bored. As a music major, she didn’t do as much as you did. Not that her major wasn’t difficult, she just took it less seriously than you did.
“(Y/N), c’mon! We have to do something fun! It’s finals week and you have done nothing but sit here and study.” She complained.
“Yes, because I have a quantum physics test in less than” You looked at your watch. “8 hours.”
“And you’re more than prepared for it. I’m so bored! There’s a party the next dorm over. Let’s go!”
You refused to acknowledge her whining and went back to studying tachyon particles.
“Harrison might be there. That is his dorm, after all.”
You looked up and sighed. “What’s the harm in an hour?” You said, giving in.
“Yes! Let’s go!”
She was wearing.. well, it was something, a least. You pulled on a sweatshirt with your school’s mascot and some black jeans. She looked at you, disappointed but content. You left and walked in the cold to the party. It was loud and a little annoying. There were a lot of people. More than you were comfortable with. Somewhere along the way, you lost your roommate in the crowd. you were left to try and find Harrison or anyone you knew on your own. You ended up in a corner with a note sheet you found in your pocket.
“Determined to be first in your class, (Y/N)” You heard a familiar voice ask.
You looked up and saw a smiling Harrison Wells. You smiled back and put the sheet in your pocket.
“Of course. Someone has to do it.”
“Might as well be you, right?”
“Exactly.”
You both laughed.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter and talk? I find these parties to be obnoxious.”
“Sure. Where did you have in mind?”
He grinned and took your hand. He led you out of the dorm hall.
“Here we are.” He said, still smiling.
“Outside? Definitely quieter.”
“And prettier. The view is great.”
He was looking at you. You blushed. The two of you started walking around the campus. For the first time since finals had started, you felt completely relaxed. You actually laughed. Harrison wouldn’t stop smiling at you.
“This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.” You said when you finally got back to your dormitory.
“Me too. I’m glad that you ran into me.”
“Excuse me, I believe that you ran into me.”
“Either way, i’m glad it happened. You are simply amazing, (Y/N), and I’d love to get to know you better. Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“Is this not a date?”
“It wasn’t planned, that’s for sure. Just answer the question, please.”
“Yes. I will go on a date with you.”
“Fantastic. I’ll pick you up at 8.”
“See you then.”
He kissed your cheek and went back to his dorm. You touched you cheek, smiling, before going back to your room. Happy finals weeks.
Part 2
It was finally over. You had your college diploma in your hand. It had been a long and hard six years, but Harrison had helped you with it. Just like you had helped him. You two stuck together for two years, through all the finals and bad teachers and terrible quantum physics puns made by your roommate. Harrison walked up behind you with a polaroid camera.
“Say cheese.” He said, smiling.
You couldn’t help but smile back as he snapped the photo. You pushed his cap to the side and grabbed his diploma.
“Harrison Wells, salutatorian. Ooh, I beat you. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), valedictorian.”
“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you?”
“Okay.” You laughed. “So, what do we do now? Settle down at some lab with a white picket fence?”
“Well. I can go for the lab, but white picket fence, no. I have the perfect place for us.”
“Oh really? When are we going to see this place?”
“Four hours. Pack your bags, get your dorm in order because we are going on a road trip.”
“Really? A road trip?”
“Is there a problem?”
“Absolutely not. It’s that much longer I get to spend in an enclosed space with you.”
“Oh, planning something are you?”
“Always. Four hours, right? Sounds like we got some time to kill.”
“I have a few ideas of what we can do.
“Really? I’d love to hear them.”
*ON THE FINAL LEG OF THE TRIP*
Harrison gently shook you awake.
“(Y/N), wake up. we’re here.” He said.
“Great. Where are we, exactly?” You asked, yawning.
“A little cabin in the woods.”
“Oh dear. I hope you aren’t planning to murder me.”
“It hadn’t crossed my mind. Though I suppose, that is a viable option, seeing as no one could hear you scream.”
“Moving on, why did you bring me to this cabin?”
“It’s not just any cabin. It’s our cabin.”
You looked at him, amazed. He remembered. You had told him when you first started dating that you wanted to escape form it all. All the hustle and bustle of the city that never seemed to stop. You’d grown up in a place similar to this. Sometimes, it felt like time was standing still and you were the only person in the universe. Now, you were including Harrison in that universe and he was creating it for you.
“But what about our jobs in the city? How we will commute?”
“Get up extra early. Work from home. Whatever we have to do. This is our dream home, (Y/N). It’s worth it.” You wrapped you arms around his neck, a goofy smile on your face. “I take it that you like it?”
You nodded and kissed him. “I think I’m ready for the home tour.”
“C’mon. Let’s go.”
Part 3
You walked into the cabin. You had your notebook in hand, a sketch of a building on the first page. It had been in your head for months now. You were tired of pushing papers for scientists who didn’t want to actually help the people of Starling City. You wanted to help and create things that would advance science. Harrison was sitting at his desk, writing down something.
“Hey.” You said, sitting next to him.
“Hi. What’s up?” He asked, kissing your cheek.
“I have an idea.”
“Oh no.”
“Shut up, it’s a good idea. What if we opened up our own laboratory?”
“Really?”
“Yes. We can help people. Just think about it; you and me working together to create new technology to save Starling City. Every city! All the good things that we could do!”
“Okay, and what would we call these labs?”
“I have no clue. Something clever. An acronym.”
“How about Scientific and Technological Advancement Research Laboratories, or S.T.A.R. Labs for short. Because you are the only point of light in this universe that I need to guide me home.”
“That’s it. That’s gonna get you kissed.”
You kissed him gently.
“You know, I have an idea too.”
“Is it as good as S.T.A.R. Labs?”
“Maybe better.” He smiled, getting down onto one knee. “Will you marry me?”
“Do you even have to ask?” You said, kissing him. “Yes, a thousand times over!”
*Wedding day*
You were nervous. More than nervous. You had spent the last six months planning a wedding and planning the construction of S.T.A.R. Labs. Now the day had come. You were getting married to Harrison in less than three hours. Your maid of honour, Jane, was standing next to your, straightening out the back of your dress.
“I never thought I’d see the day that you wore a dress.” She laughed.
“Only once. If we renew our vows, I’m wearing jeans.” You responded, looking in the mirror.
The ring shone on your finger. You had been staring at it for the last 4 hours. It felt heavy on your finger now. You were more than ready for this. You had been dreaming of this since you had met Harrison. Well, maybe not that long, but it felt like it.
“(Y/N)? It’s time.” One of the ushers said, pushing open your door.
You nodded. Jane patted your shoulder and took her place in the line. You gripped your bouquet until your knuckles were white. You hoped the nerves were a good sign and that they wouldn’t make you fall down as you walked down the aisle. Everyone stood when you walked in the room. Harrison turned and looked at you. You could see the expression of love in his eyes and you were certain it was reflected in yours. You let out a deep breath as you slowly walked towards him.
You and Harrison had opted to write your own vows. You had spent forever and a day writing. You had about 7 different copies and you still weren’t sure which one you wanted to use. Harrison didn’t seem any better as he fumbled over his words. You took his hand. He let out a shaky sigh.
“(Y/N), I don’t think I have ever been as interested in someone as you. I hope that we’re standing here today proves that. You are the star of my life, the only thing that matters. It’s been 4 years. Four great years that I wouldn’t change for anything. In all the places in all the world or any theoretical dimensions in the universe, you are the only person for me. I will never be able to get over your smile, and your laugh. All the little things that you do. And I promise, as your husband, I will never allow you to lose your passions and I will never allow you to lose me.” He said finally, getting the words out smoothly.
“I once told Jane that I was never going to get married. Not until I helped save the world. Hell, if you had told me five years ago that some guy who bumped into on college campus would become my world, I would’ve written you off as crazy. Now, I can’t imagine it any other way. To say that you changed my life is an understatement. You have turned it upside down and then made it all right again. I have never been more happy than when I am with you. I will spend the rest of my life, no matter how much time I have left, repaying the favour.”
The priest pronounced you man and wife.
“Ladies and gentlemen, presenting for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Wells!”
You two gripped each other’s hands as you walked to the limo. He helped you in first, picking up the train of your dress and setting it on the seat next to you. Your next stop was the reception. You and Harrison had eyes only for each other as people walked up to talk to you both. The only thing that you really wanted was to go on your honeymoon and have time alone with your new husband. (Y/N) Wells. It felt good to say and hear. The people invited kept on saying it to you as they passed by your table.
You had your first dance with Harrison as a married couple a few hours later. He was singing the song softly into your ear as he twirled you around. You couldn’t imagine a better day than this. Everything was just as it should have been. Everything was right with the world.
Part 4
You took Jesse’s hand.
“What are you doing here, Jesse?” You asked, kneeling down to her level. “Did daddy bring you to work today?”
She smiled at you, nodding. You smiled back and took her to go see Harrison. He was in his office, using what Jesse called his “work voice”. You found it adorable and sexy when he used it. He saw you two come in. He held up one finger and quickly finished his phone call. He grinned and held out his arms. Jesse ran to him and jumped on his lap.
“How are my two favourite ladies this fine day?” He asked, kissing Jesse’s nose.
“We are fine. And how are you, Harrison? That call sounded pretty serious.” You crossed your arms.
“We can talk about it later. For now, let’s go to lunch. I haven’t eaten anything all day. The particle accelerator has really taken it out of me.”
“All of us, you mean. It’ll be fine. We’ve anticipated every thing that could possibly go wrong and prepared for it threefold. We are ready to start building and when it’s done, we’ll be ready to turn it on. This is our chance to help.”
“I know. And without you, I don’t think that I’d be able to do it.”
“Nonsense. This is just as much your project as it is mine.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
You kissed him. “C’mon. I believe someone promised us lunch, isn’t that right, Jesse?”
She nodded and ran ahead of you. She was a ball of energy that made you and Harrison happy. Harrison took your hand as you walked to the elevator. Jesse was waiting for you, bouncing on her feet. She loved running. She ran everywhere. You knew she would be a track and field kid. Harrison picked her up.
“Right, so where would you like to go?” He asked her.
The elevator stopped on the ground floor. Harrison let Jesse down. You followed her out. Harrison leaned against the frame of the elevator, smiling at you both.
“Wait for me!” He chuckled.
*2014, after the particle accelerator is turned on*
“Look at these readings, (Y/N). All that energy.” Harrison smiled at you.
“Now it’s time to see what it can do.” You said.
“Are you suggesting human trials? We have no idea what this would do to them. How would we get volunteers?”
“We only need one. And I’m right here.”
“No. No! I won’t let you-”
“Harrison, I love you, and I respect your wishes, but this really isn’t your decision to make.”
“As CEO, it is.”
“Harrison! There is no arguing about this. We need to know what dark energy will do before we allow the public to see it. No one else here is going to do it. I will.”
“What if it doesn’t do what we’re expecting? What if you end up hurt or worse? What would I do then? What would Jesse do?”
“I promise, Harrison, I will outlive you. Either that or I will die on the exact same day as you 1 hour after you. But this needs to happen. We built S.T.A.R. Labs together so we could help people and this is one way that we can do that. That I can do that.”
He sighed. He knew that once your mind was made up, there was no changing it. You never were one to put someone else’s life at risk. You knew that this energy could change the world as you knew it. You just had to find what it did.
You prepped yourself to go into a room you had made. It was an outlet for the energy to be sent through and contain it. It took 3 months to perfect. In theory, it would keep any excess rays of energy from seeping out and affecting the public. Harrison walked you to the room.
“If anything goes wrong, I am pulling you out. Understand?” He said, resting his forehead against yours.
“Yes.” You kissed him lightly and walked into the room.
You were ready for this. You had prepared for this for months. Harrison had reluctantly agreed to support you. He was more worried about the consequences than you. You wanted to help in any way you could and this was one way that you could do it. Finding out what this energy could do to the human anatomy was your priority. Harrison made sure that you were okay before starting the test. You could feel the energy course though you in waves. It was changing… something inside of you. You felt yourself get lifted off of the ground and thrown against a wall. You heard Harrison yelling at them to stop the tests before you fell unconscious.
You woke up in a hospital bed at S.T.A.R. Labs, Harrison and Jesse standing over you. Harrison let out a shaky breath when he saw you open your eyes.
“Did it work?” you asked. You had expected your voice to be weaker than it was.
“Yes.” He said, smiling. “You had two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and a broken tibia. Yet now they’re all healed in the span of two hours.”
“Really? So that’s what it does.”
“But there’s a problem. Some of the dark energy leaked out of the room. There was a breach somewhere, probably from where you hit the wall. We can’t be sure how much got out or how it will affect the public. There’s no telling what could happen at this point.”
“It takes heavy levels to change something about someone’s DNA. I’m sure that it will all be fine.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Part FINAL
You walked through the hallway excitedly.Your research was going fantastically. Taking samples of your DNA, you had been able to formulate a cure for cancer. Once you mass produced it, you’d be able to administer it to the whole world. Thousands of people would have hope for their whole families again. It was by far your greatest achievement.
Harrison had helped you through it and Jesse, well, she’d always been supportive of this endeavor, ever since you had been diagnosed. You thought Harrison was just more glad that the research from the particle accelerator had helped you along.
You were on your way to S.T.A.R. Labs when it happened. Suddenly, you were lifted off of your feet and taken somewhere else. Somewhere you didn’t recognise. You could feel blood running down your cheek. Zoom was standing in front of you, a terrified camera man behind him.
“See your hero, Central City. One of your saviours, unmasked. This is (Y/N) Wells, wife of the esteemed Harrison Wells. Come, Flash, save her. That is what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it?” He laughed darkly. “She dies in an hour. Search fast, Crimson Comet.”
You were terrified. There was no way Jay could get to you in time. You recognised where you were. It was a factory owned by Queen Consolidated in Starling City. They would only look in Central City. You closed your eyes. You were done for and you knew it. you wanted to stay strong for Harrison, for Jesse, but you couldn’t. You knew how this was going to end. For the first time in a long time, you prayed to every entity you knew to get you out of this alive. To let you see your family once more. You waited for the hour, assuring the cameraman that everything was going to be OK. He could see in your face that you didn’t believe that. Zoom came back.
“Time’s up, Flash. Any last words, (Y/N)?”
You looked to the camera, hoping that Harrison wasn’t watching, knowing in your heart he was.
“Don’t look, Harrison. I love you.” Tears filled your eyes. You felt something run through your chest, tearing up your heart. Within an instant, you were dead.
Harrison and Jesse watched on in horror as your life faded on a screen. Harrison fell to the ground, too shocked to cry while Jesse sobbed out her name. The rest of Central City watched their hero fail to save someone they had all grown to love from her public appearances. Zoom destroyed the camera and presumably the cameraman as well. Jay went to go see Harrison and apologise, receiving only hate upon his arrival. Jesse thanked him for his condolences and kindly asked him to leave her and her father to their mourning alone. (Y/N)’s body was found outside of S.T.A.R. Labs the next day by one of the janitors.
Jesse arranged the funeral while Harrison turned to drinking. He rarely came to work before the funeral. He attended sober, bringing (Y/N)’s favourite flowers. He placed them on her coffin and sobbed, his body shaking as they lowered her into the ground. He sat by the grave, alone.
“You weren’t supposed to die, (Y/N). You promised to outlive me, remember? Right after the accelerator turned on you volunteered to be a test subject. You promised… you promised you’d never lie to me. How could you break so many promises at once, (Y/N)?” He beat his fist on the ground. “I can’t do this without you. I could never do this without you. All of this… Zoom will pay, I promise you that. I will take him out myself if I have to.”
Jesse came up to him, sitting by the grave as well. “She would’ve liked that it’s not raining. She hated cliches like that.” Jesse commented lightheartedly.
Harrison sniffed, putting his arms over her shoulders. “Yes, you’re right.”
“She also wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, you know. So c’mon. We have to keep on living for her sake, right?”
He nodded and stood, placing his hand on her tombstone. (Y/N) Wells, beloved wife, mother, and friend. That didn’t even explain half of it. She had done so many great things and would’ve accomplished so much, given the chance. Now she was just gone. Forever. Harrison knew he would never see his love again, not in this lifetime.
Tom One Shots
Request: Anon- Any chance of a Tom x reader where the reader is new to the area and working on a film with Michael Ian Black and he invites her over for something and Tom is there and Michael basically tries to not so subtly set them up together? Thanks!! I love your writing btw
You walked through the set towards the lunch room. You’d been working on this set for a few months now. You liked the people well enough, but you had antisocial tendencies and had really only made one friend while on set. He’d been showing you around the area, seeing as you had never been to Canada. You had found it strange that an avid, erm, New Yorker knew his way around Vancouver so well. But hey, who were you to question a helping hand? You sat by yourself at one of the small tables.
“What’s shakin’, bacon?” Michael Ian Black, the aforementioned friend, sat next to you, bumping you with his shoulder.
“Nothing much. What’s up with you?” You asked.
“I was wondering if you would like to go to this house party I’ve having tomorrow night.”
“Kinda short notice, isn’t it?”
“Hey, if you don’t want to go. However, if you do go, you will get to hang out with me, get some awesome acting tips, make out-”
“What?” You laughed. He delivered jokes like that flawlessly.
“Eat some food, y’know, friend stuff. It’ll be fun.”
“All right, I’ll go. If you veto the make out session.”
He looked at you with a false suspicious look before agreeing. “You drive a hard bargin. Deal.”
Michael stood up and ruffled your hair before stealing a bite of your food. You yelled out a protest as he made a quick get away. You smiled. Taking this job was probably one of the best decisions you had ever made. Michael was a great friend.
You went through the next day the same way you always did, doing some acting and wrapping up around five. Michael’s party wasn’t until 8, so you had some time to kill. That basically meant doing random crap on the internet before you decided to get ready. You didn’t do much. You left your hair the way it was and changed into some dark clothes before leaving the flat.
As you pulled into the drive way, you took in the house. It didn’t make sense to you at first when Michael told you where he lived. He explained that he lived with a friend that was in Vancouver practically year round. There were already cars in the drive. You walked into the house and were instantly greeted by Michael. After that, you were whisked away to the living room and Michael was gone. You found a nice corner to watch the party from and leaned against the wall.
A few moments later, you were joined by a tall man. You took the time to look him over. He had dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He had slight stubble that made him even more attractive. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans. He gave you a crooked smile that only some people could pull off.
“Hi. I’m Tom. I’m the other host.” He held out his hand.
“(Y/N)”. You shook his hand. “So, if you’re the host, then why aren’t you mingling with your guests?”
“Well, I am talking to you, aren’t I? Unless you broke in here. Which you didn’t. Right?”
“Michael invited me.”
“Ah, so you’re the mysterious guest he told me about this morning. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
You talked for a few more minutes like that. He was easy to talk to, like Michael, only he made fewer jokes. Somehow, he managed to convince you to dance with him. You looked around somewhat lazily for Michael, but he was still nowhere to be seen. Tom looked as well.
“It’s not like him to stay out of sight this long. I wonder what’s keeping him.”
It didn’t take long to figure out. The first Michael sighting of the night was next to the stereo. The song changed from an upbeat tune to your favourite slow song. You’d forgotten that you told Michael about this song.
“Well, then, would you like to dance with me Miss (Y/L/N)?” Tom asked with a gleam in his eyes.
“Why yes I would, Mr. Cavanagh,”
He gave you a twirl before placing his hands on your waist. Yours were wrapped around his neck. The whole tone of the evening changed as the two of you swayed in this embrace. You could’ve gotten lost in this moment. However, near the end of the song you heard a loud “whoops!” from Michael and you were pushed farther into Tom’s arms. You were smashed against his chest and your lips collided. You expected Tom to pull away instantly, but he didn’t. He moved one of his hands into your hair and deepened the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, you were blushing. Tom coughed. You saw Michael throw his hands into the air triumphantly.
“So then, the two of you will go to dinner tomorrow night and it will be fantastic!” He said, clapping both of you on the back.
You smiled sheepishly. Perhaps it paid to be antisocial sometimes.
Request: Anon- Can I request any version of Tom getting in a argument to with the reader and she cries but he finds a way to make it up to her.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, (Y/N)?! You’re going back to that?” Tom yelled.
He rarely yelled at you. It almost always terrified you. You’d been dating for a few years and you could count on one hand how many times he had yelled at you. It always came down to the same thing: the hours he worked. When he’d accepted the TV show contract, you’d been fine with moving to Vancouver. It seemed more and more these days that he was staying at the studio later and later. It started as a small annoyance, but you soon became angry. You hardly ever saw Tom and when you brought it up, it always ended in a fight.
“Oh, is there anything else to go to? It’s a simple fact, Tom! You’re never here anymore! You focus more on your bloody work than your home life!” You shot back.
“You know that I don’t have control of how long the directors keep us there.”
“Unless you’re the director, in which case it seems that you stay even later.”
“Don’t even play that card.”
“Have you ever thought that’s the reason we’ve been growing apart?”
“Have you ever thought that this is the reason we’re stuck in the same place that we have been for the last three years? That you are so paranoid you think that me staying out past 11:00 is a sure sign that I’m doing something else?”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare try to turn this on me.”
“Why? Are you afraid I’ll say something true?”
This hurt you. You weren’t sure why, but it brought tears to your eyes. Tom’s face instantly softened and he took a step towards you. You walked away, running to the door and leaving. This particular fight started over dishes. Of all the things to argue about, it was dirty dishes. You wiped away a tear, got in your car, and went to your favourite place. Here was where you felt safe. It was all that you could do now. You couldn’t go home. Not now. You loved Tom, more than anything. Why did you keep coming back to this. You got out of your car and sat down, pulling your knees up to your chest. You weren’t sure how long you were there, but Tom, at some point, sat next to you.
“I thought you’d be here. (Y/N), I’m sorry.” he said quietly/.
“I know.” you sniffed.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you to rest against his chest. You sighed. He kissed the top of your head.
“I-” you began.
“I know you were right. I’ve been preoccupied recently and there’s no excuse for it. I should’ve been a bit more honest with you and I lashed out, I hate to see you cry, especially when I’m the cause.” He stood up and held out his hand. “C’mon, let’s go home.”
You followed closely in your car. When you did get home, Tom rushed to your car and opened the door. You smiled a little. He took your hand and lead you inside. The lights were dimmed and there were candles of varying sizes about the living room. Tom went around lighting them all (a/n safety over romance, friends.)
“Yeah, I know, no rose petals, but I was kinda crunched for time.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “how’d I do?”
You laughed. “C’mrere.”
You kissed him lightly. He pulled you close and lifted you slightly off of the ground.
“Better?” He asked.
“Better.”
Request: Anon- A story between Harrison or Tom X Reader and they’re basically just having pillow talk after having (implied) sex with her on his chest happily and getting caught by someone, thanks
You woke up with a start. Where were you? You had that strange feeling that you were supposed to know where you were. It took a few seconds, but then you remembered, You were in the apartment in New York with Tom for the convention. Normally, you wouldn’t have gone, but Tom had invited you and your… arrangement was exactly what you needed. You called it an arrangement because you weren’t entirely sure what it was. The two of you had slept together many times, yet you hadn’t gone public yet. You kissed in private, but wouldn’t even hold hands at work. You looked over at him. Who cared? He looked adorable while he was asleep. You brushed his hair out of his face. Tom woke up slowly.
“Good morning, (Y/N).” He grinned.
“Good morning, Tom. What time do you have to be at the convention centre?” You asked, laying on his chest.
“Erm…” He checked his watch. “half an hour.”
“Noooo. That’s too soon.” you groaned and pulled yourself closer to him.
“Yeah, well, that’s business.”
“Sure, but isn’t it also cool to be fashionably late nowadays?”
“I suppose you’re right.” He chuckled.
He grinned and kissed you lightly. Just as you were getting comfortable, there was a knock on the door. You heard it open.
“Hello? Tom, are you even out of bed yet?”
Crap. It was Grant. Out of instinct, you jumped out of the bed. Of all the places you weren’t supposed to be, here was possibly the worst one. Tom took your hand.
“Calm down, (Y/N). You wanted to tell people, who better than Grant?”
“Head first?”
“Head first.” Tom agreed.
Just as Tom finished his sentence, Grant walked into the room. For a full five minutes, he stared at you in Tom’s flannel and a pair of shorts with Tom holding on to your wrist. Grant broke the silence with somewhat relieved laughter.
“Well, this might sound a little cliched, but I totally called it. Danielle owes me $20.” Grant said.
“Really? Only $20? I would’ve gone 40.” Tom responded, getting out of bed. “Oh, and don’t worry about the convention. i’ll be ready in five, then we can go.”
Tom went into the bathroom, leaving you and Grant alone. You sat on the bed.
“So, I’ll see you guys after, yeah?”
“No, you should totally come with us. Especially now that you and Tom are ready to tell people about your relationship.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Put on some jeans and you’ll be perfect.”
“Thanks, Grant. Especially for being understanding. About everything.”
“You guys are perfect together, (Y/N).”
He placed a hand on your shoulder and left the room. You pulled on the black jeans you had worn last night. Tom came out of the bathroom wearing a white button down and blue jeans.
“Wow, my shirt has never looked better. So I take it you’ve decided to join us?”
“I have indeed.”
“We’d better head out then.”
He held out his arm which you greatfully took. Today was just getting better and better.
Here’s a non-request. Enjoy.
“When did you first know that you were in love with (Y/N)?” The interviewer asked, leaning forward.
Tom leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his face as he thought of that day.
“Well, let’s see. It was probably that day we first met on set. I was going over some lines, walking around and when I looked up, there was this beautiful woman sitting across the way with a book in her lap. She was talking to some of these people, with a completely fake smile. I could tell. I wanted to see what her real smile looked like, so uh, when we were alone in the lunch area, we had a real talk. It was our first real talk. Of course, since she’s a costume designer, we saw a lot of each other, but, erm, we never really spoke. She was, and still is, very funny and (Y/N) easily makes me laugh. I said something to here, I, uh, I actually don’t remember what I said, but she smiled and laughed. I mean, wow. It was that moment that I knew I wanted to see that smile and hear that laugh for the rest of my life.” Tom responded.
“That’s really sweet. And you still feel that way today?”
“Everytime I wake up and see (Y/N) next to me, I feel that way. I’ve never forgotten. I still love her laugh and I’m so glad that she smiles, really smiles, every day. (Y/N) will always be the most… yeah, the most beautiful, sweet, and charming girl that I have ever met.”
After the interview, Tom met you backstage. He kissed you lightly.
“You ready to go?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah.” You bit your lip. “Did you mean all of that? What you said out there?”
“Every single word.”
You looked at the ground and smiled.
“See, there it is. There’s that smile.”
This, of course, just made you smile more. Tom looked at you with a grin on his face. He always looked more handsome when he was smiling. It made his eyes shine.
“How did I get so lucky as to find you?” You asked.
“You’re good at picking jobs, (Y/N). C’mon, let’s go home.”
He kissed the top of your head and led you to the car. You were still smiling, and Tom was still looking at you with love in his eyes. You were truly lucky.
Request: Anon- May I request a Tom story? You wrote one earlier and it had me melting.
You stood impatiently in line for your coffee. Of course, the day that you had woken up late was the day they let the new guy train. Your boss already had it in for you without this nonsense. You’d be surprised if you still had a job tomorrow. It was finally your turn after what felt like years. You ordered your coffee and started to feel around in your wallet for cash, finding none. Then you remembered. Your debit card was sitting next to your computer. You had been online shopping and left it there. Of course you did, Because today couldn’t possibly get any worse. You actually laughed out loud.
“Today, of all days!” You muttered.
“Here, allow me.” The man behind you stepped forward and handed the barista a ten.
“Thanks. You’re a life saver.”
“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure.”
You turned to look at your modern knight in shining armour. You were instantly surprised at how he seemed to tower over you. His handsome features were highlighted by a grin and dimples that could kill. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a striking blue that shined. He was one of those people that looked drop dead gorgeous with glasses on. He was wearing a flannel, red plaid jacket with a white, long sleeve shirt underneath. You smiled sheepishly and said thank you again, pushing past the crown to your vehicle. Once you were outside, you kicked yourself for not asking his name. Or not offering to pay him back. You drove to work and did your best not to think about him. You sat at your desk, bored out of your mind, Your friend, Lee, pulled you outside for lunch.
“So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how hot was he?” She asked.
“Oh, he’s a definitive 100.”
“Really? Describe.”
You went into excrutiating detail. Some sort of recognition came into her eyes and you described him.
“Hold on.” She pulled out her phone and looked someone up. She showed you a picture of the guy, “Is this him?”
“Yeah. How’d you-”
“Oh my god, (Y/N)! You met Tom Cavanagh! He plays Eobard Thawne on The Flash!.”
“Of course my dream guy would play my favourite villain on a popular TV show I don’t watch. Isn’t that just peachy!”
“Woah there, calm down. Maybe you’ll see him again at the shop tomorrow. Offer to buy him a coffee and y’know, get me his autograph,”
You chuckled and ate your food in silence.
The next day, you went to the coffee shop again, half hoping that he would be there, half hoping that he wouldn’t. Your social awkwardness was beginning to act up again, especially knowing that he was famous. Dammit, why were all the good men unattainable. You stood in line and heard a cough behind you, You turned and saw Tom.
“Hi.” He said, smiling at you,
“Hi.” You said back. “I wanted to pay you back for yesterday.”
“Well, you don’t have to. All I ask in return that you sit down and have a coffee with me.”
“Don’t you have to get to work, Mr. Cavanagh?”
“Damn, and I thought I hid my identity so well.”
“Actually, I didn’t know who you were until my friend showed me. She’s a huge fan of your show.”
“That’s nice. It’s always cool to met the friend of a fan.” He chuckled. “Shall we?”
He found a table by a window to sit at. You joined him. The two of you didn’t even order a coffee. You were too busy getting to know each other. You started out with a few personal facts but it wasn’t until he mentioned reading the Flash comics that you really started to hit it off. You found that you had more in common with him than you originally would have thought. He very easily made you laugh. You felt your heart punding in your chest when he smiled at you, knowing that you were the cause. You would have given anything in that moment to always see him smile like that. Unfortunately, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You still had to go to work.
“Well, I hope I’ll get to see you again, (Y/N).” He said, hugging you.
“Same time tomorrow, then. We can talk about something other than the Flash.” You said.
“It’s a date.”
You smiled and walked outside, catching a cab to work. You were halfway there when you realised you’d forgotten to ask him for his autograph for Lee.
request: Anon- *casually pops into your inbox singing a happy song* I have a request for you, lovely! Could you please do a Tom Cav oneshot involving MATES, where Michael has realised that the reader and Tom have feelings for one another that neither have acted upon, so he brings the reader along to a podcast recording, and Tom struggles to pay attention to actually doing the podcast because he keeps getting distracted by the reader? Thank you (and feel free to not do this, it’s just an idea, I won’t be upset)
You walked with Tom and Michael. You were really just tagging along. They were buying some new snacks for MATES and you had been hangin out with Tom when Michael called. Tom apologised for leaving you and took about two step before turning around and asking you to tag along. You moved through the aisles, looking for a snack you knew they hadn’t done before. Tom came up behind you and held a small box of candy in front of you.
“Bottlecaps? Seriously?” You chuckled.
“What? They’re good. At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” He shrugged.
“No, no, no, no, no. If you’re going to do dollar store candy, you’ve got to do it right.”
“(Y/N) is right, you know. Bottlecaps aren’t hardcore enough. We need,” Michael held up his own box of candies. “Gobstoppers.”
“Both of you are wrong!” You walked past Tom and grabbed a tan box. “Whoppers are where it’s at. Seriously, do you know how many weird tricks you can do with these bad boys?”
“Really? Are you going to demonstrate them for us?” Tom asked with a smile.
“Maybe later.”
Michael pushed past you, accidentally bumping you into Tom. You immediately backed away, heat rising to your cheeks. He coughed and put his hand on the back of his neck. Michael narrowed his eyes at the two of you. You shook your head and smiled, shaking it off.
“Okay, how about this? We get all three and you guys do a video on dollar store candy. You’ve done stuff like that before, yeah?” You suggested.
“Yeah, we do. That sounds great.” Michael put his arms on your and Tom’s shoulders. “Hey, I’ve got a crazy idea. Why don’t you come with us, (Y/N)? See how we do it?”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You responded.
“No, it’ll be great.” Tom said. “Why not?”
You smiled. “Well then, it’s settled. I’m going with you to MATES.”
“Fantastic.”
~-~-~-~-~-
You sat in a corner chair. Michael and Tom were at the desk, finishing up the final tests and set ups. You looked around the room but your eyes kept on finding Tom. He looked at you every once and a while, making you look away and blush slightly. The podcast started shortly after that. You sat quietly with a pair of headphones on. It was great to listen to them.
“Hello, everybody!” Tom began.
“Are we not going to talk about our guest?” Michael said immediately.
“Wow, that was quick. Didn’t even get out my greeting.”
“Well, this is a very important that we talk to the viewers-”
“They’re not viewers.”
“I know they’re not viewers. Anyone, we need to talk about about (Y/N). Come introduce yourself.”
You walked over to the mic, “Hey.”
“Now go away.”
“Gee, thanks, Michael.”
“Okay, so we brought up-”
“You brought up.” Tom interrupted.
“I brought up (Y/N) because we have them to thank for the snack we have today. It’s what is, evidently, known as ‘dollar store candy’, and I’m looking forward to this. What about you, Tom?”
Tom shook his head and turned to Michael “Hm? Oh, yeah definitely. It’s gonna be great.”
Michael narrowed his eyes again and smiled. You could see the gears turning in his head. You had no idea what was going on here. Michael would occasionally ask Tom a random question, and Tom would almost always be confused by it, or it would seem like he was only half paying attention. You hid a snicker. You’d listened to a few of the podcasts before and it seemed like they were always interrupting each other, but Tom was completely distracted.
After the podcast was done, Michael practically pushed the you and Tom towards the elevator.
“Oh, crap! You know what, I left my phone in the office. Don’t wait up for me.” Michael waved you both off and ran down the hall.
“He was lying, wasn’t he?” You sighed.
“This entire day has been him setting us up. Did you notice?” Tom chuckled, leaning against the elevator wall.
“Yeah, I did. I usually hate it when people try to set me up, but this time, I didn’t mind.”
“Me neither.”
Tom took a step closer to you, pressing the button to stop the elevator. Your body stiffened. Tom leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, wrapping an arm around your waist. You immediately responded to him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He breathed when you finally pulled away.
“Feeling’s mutual.”
Tom started the elevator again. When the doors opened. Michael was there with a grin on his face.
“So, how’s it going?” He asked.
You blushed and Tom put his arm around your shoulder. “Fantastic. C’mon, let’s go.”’
Request- Anon: What kind of bribery do I have to do to get another Tom imagine, because let’s be honest here, you’re the best and I need morrreeeeeeeeeee (there’s only so many times a gal can reread fics without craving more lol) But seriously, can we please have another Tom imagine? Thanks (for if you do it, for the ones you’ve done in the past, and for your general existence)
You held the camera at your side. You had honestly been surprised when they asked you to record things for the season 2 disc. Filmography was something that you had been interested in for a while, and it was nice to do something other than sit in a warehouse among old clothes. Today was an outside filming day. The sky was overcast and cold, something you were getting used to in Vancouver. You took a deep breath and walked over to the cast with a smile plastered in your face.
“Heya, guys. Mind if I do some behind the scenes filming?” You asked, holding up the camera.
“Oh, so this is the new thing they were talking about? Cool. So, what do you do, go around asking us questions and stuff?” Grant asked.
“Sort of. I sort of just film what you guys do in between shots.”
“Sweet. Film away.” Grant smiled and went to talk to Carlos.
You turned on the camera and started to film. Danielle smiled and gave a bit of information on what she liked about playing Caitlin and you thanked her for her time. It was going great. You went to each of the cast members in turn and even asked the director a few questions. You eventually made your way to Tom. He was wearing a beanie and the glasses he wore as Harrison Wells. It was enough to make your heart pound. You smiled and waved him over.
“Hi, (Y/N). I was wondering when you were gonna get to me.” He smiled.
“Save the best for last, right?”
“Right. I’m glad they took my suggestion.”
“Your suggestion?”
“I suggested that they start filming some behind the scenes stuff, not just bloopers and when they asked who would film it, I said you. You told me when you first got the job that you liked filmography and I thought you might enjoy this little project.”
“That’s great, Tom. Thank you, really.”
He smiled again, making you smile. It was kind of uncanny how he could do that. It made your heart flutter and your stomach feel like there were butterflies flying around. You filmed with Tom for a while and then you realised that you were taking up time from the filming. You apologised to the director and went off set. You’d forgotten about telling him that. You were even more surprised that he remembered all of that. Maybe there was a chance that Tom felt the same way about you that you did about him. Maybe you could… no. You were too nervous to ask, or even talk about it. You could settle for filming for now.
A/N So I have this really long list of AUs that I’ve been sifting through and I have literally been laughing at this one for like 10 minutes
You were entirely focused on finishing this sign. Tom had been in New York for the last couple of days while you were setting up the house in Vancouver. He was flying in tonight and you were going to pick him up at the airport. You added the finishing touch to the sign and set it aside for the morning. He was going to love this. It was pretty brilliant, if you said so yourself. Well, maybe not brilliant but you had fun making it.
The next morning, you were half an hour early to the airport. Your sign was clutched against your chest. You saw Tom coming through, dragging his luggage behind him. You turned around your sign and felt yourself grinning. He scanned through the crowd until he found you. He took one look at the sign you were holding and started laughing. His laugh always make you laugh as well.
“So, I’m a nerd now?” He said, taking the sign from your hands.
“Tom, you’re literally a supervillain on a TV show. You’re a nerd.”
“Gee, thanks, (Y/N).” He kissed the top of your head. “C’mon, let’s go home.”
The sign saying “nerd” became a sort of tradition. Each time one of you would pick up the other from the airport, you would have a sign that said nerd. Each one became more elaborate from the last. Tom once even got a card with LED lights. It was getting a little difficult to come up with new ideas, but thankfully, it was Tom’s turn this time. You were coming to Vancouver from a conference in New York. You wondered on the whole trip what he was planning to do. What the sign would look like.
You got off of the plane and walked through the security gates, smiling at the guards there. They asked the usual questions and you were on your way to the pick up. You saw Tom standing there with a poster board covered in the word “nerd”. You smiled and turned around walking back towards the plane. When you turned back around, Tom was laughing. You let out an audible, dramatic sigh and trudged over to him.
“Is this your revenge? For my tiny sign?” You groaned.
“You used glitter glue. That was not tiny.” He chuckled.
“Glitter glue is different than a fluorescent green poster board with nerd written on it like a hundred times.”
“101, actually. My hand started to cramp around number 50.”
You shook your head and started walking with him to the car.
That was how the great nerd war began. Every time one of you would pick up the other at the airport, there would be a giant sign of some sort that said nerd. It became your own little tradition. It became a sort of contest to see who could come up with the best new nerd. Yep, that was probably why you were an actual nerd. You were very proud of this new idea. It wasn’t a sign in the traditional sense, but it was definitely better. You had to invite some friends. You saw him get off the plane. You held up your letter.
You had gotten some friends to help you make 4 foot tall cardboard letters that spelled out nerd. They were covered in duct tape of different colours and patterns. Tom put a hand to his heart and took a step back. He made his way to you and gave you a kiss.
“I think I need to step up my game. Or take you every where with me.” Tom joked.
“Oh definitely.”
“So which is it?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“I’ll think of something. For now, let’s go home. I’m tired and jetlagged and need to take a nap.”
It was a good tradition. It was your thing. You loved doing this. You loved Tom. He loved you. Life is good.
The oh so many Eobard one shots that I have written oh god my computer is lagging.
Request: Anon- I appreciate your love for Harrison wells he needs way more! Can I request Harrison/eobard & Leonard Snart having a crush on the reader & kinda competing with each other? Could it have like alternative ending for both? (Harribard ending)
You sat in the van. For this run, Leonard was serving as the distraction while Eo went to get the money. You were surveillance. This job was child’s play compared to some of your past dealings. This was just a way to remind the good people of Central City what’s really out there.
A red blur passed by your window. Finally. It was about time he showed up. You alerted Leo and Eo. You could hear the smirk in Leo’s voice as he thanked you. You were itching to get in on the action, but you had promised to stay behind on this run. You tapped your foot impatiently. The van shook. You turned and saw Eobard. He smiled at you.
“Go deal with the Flash.” You said.
He nodded and left again. You sat forward, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Eo went into the building where Leonard was having a stand off with Barry. He scoffed. He ran over to Snart.
“(Y/V/N) is getting impatient with us.” He said, staring down the Flash.
“Then let’s wrap this up quickly, shall we?” Leonard said, holding up his cold gun.
Eobard chased Barry while Leonard shot at them both. His cold beam hit Eobard, who spun out across the floor. Barry took the opportunity to get any innocent people out of the way. He didn’t show up again, much to Eo’s joy. He glared at Snart, pacing back and forth.
“Now I know you didn’t do that on purpose, did you?” He snarled.
“Why would I do that? Unless, oh, wait. Without you, that’s one less person vying for (Y/N)’s attention. A win for me, don’t you think?” Leonard replied, holding up his gun and taking aim.
Eo used his superspeed to get behind Snart. “I’m faster than the Flash, Snart.” He ran to the overhang. “You won’t hit me. And if anyone will get her attention, it will be me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Snart fired at Eobard again, only hitting the rail. Eobard punched Snart in the stomach, sending him flying across the bank. He hit the door and was thrown outside. Eobard calmly walked out to him. Despite his vibrating form, it was obvious that he was smiling. Eo stalked towards Leonard as he struggled to his feet. Leonard wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Is that all you’ve got, Reverse-Flash?” He growled.
“Not even close.” Eo assured him.
You heard the crash when the doors broke. You assumed it was the Flash. You got out of the van. You always had to solve these things yourself. You took off you jacket and allowed your wings to unfurl, wincing at the slight pain. You flew overhead, waiting to see the yellow lightening following the iconic red blur. Instead you only saw beams of whitish blue from Leo’s cold gun and Eo’s yellow blur. They were fighting each other? Really? You saw the police cars in the distance. Amazing. This was going swimmingly. You flew down to where they were, hovering a few feet off the ground.
“Yo, guys. We don’t have time for this. We’ve got to go!” You warned, pointing to the police.
“Not until we settle this, once and for all.” Leonard said, shooting at Eo again.
“Settle what?”
“Who truly belongs with you.” Eo said, stopping behind you.
Leo pointed the gun at you two. “Hiding behind girls. I didn’t think that was your style, Eo.”
“It’s not.” Eo said. There was a woosh of air behind you. “It’s just a really good distraction.”
Eo threw away Snart’s cold gun and grabbed his neck. Eo looked at you. You smiled. You had always known that Eo was the stronger of the two.
“Very good. I guess waiting to see you two fight it out was the right choice.” You landed and walked to Eo. You looked at Leo and punched him in the jaw. Eo let him fall to the ground. You held out your hand. Eo took it. “Let’s get out of here. Let Snart take the blame for this one.”
You and Eo went back to the van. You allowed your wings to go back to their natural resting place as you got behind the wheel. You kissed Eo. It felt perfect, like you imagined it would.
“Ready to drive off into the sunset?” You asked, putting the van into drive.
“With you, anywhere.”
Request: Anon- I appreciate your love for Harrison wells he needs way more! Can I request Harrison/eobard & Leonard snart having a crush on the reader & kinda competing with each other? Could it have like alternative ending for both? (Snart Ending)
You sat in the van. For this run, Leonard was serving as the distraction while Eo went to get the money. You were surveillance. This job was child’s play compared to some of your past dealings. This was just a way to remind the good people of Central City what’s really out there.
A red blur passed by your window. Finally. It was about time he showed up. You alerted Leo and Eo. You could hear the smirk in Leo’s voice as he thanked you. You were itching to get in on the action, but you had promised to stay behind on this run. You tapped your foot impatiently. The van shook. You turned and saw Eobard. He smiled at you.
“Go deal with the Flash.” You said.
He nodded and left again. You sat forward, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Eo went into the building where Leonard was having a stand off with Barry. He scoffed. He ran over to Snart.
“(Y/V/N) is getting impatient with us.” He said, staring down the Flash.
“Then let’s wrap this up quickly, shall we?” Leonard said, holding up his cold gun.
Eobard chased Barry while Leonard shot at them both. His cold beam hit Eobard, who spun out across the floor. Barry took the opportunity to get any innocent people out of the way. He didn’t show up again, much to Eo’s joy. He glared at Snart, pacing back and forth.
“Now I know you didn’t do that on purpose, did you?” He snarled.
“Why would I do that? Unless, oh, wait. Without you, that’s one less person vying for (Y/N)’s attention. A win for me, don’t you think?” Leonard replied, holding up his gun and taking aim.
Eo used his superspeed to get behind Snart. “I’m faster than the Flash, Snart.” He ran to the overhang. “You won’t hit me. And if anyone will get her attention, it will be me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Snart fired at Eobard again, only hitting the rail. Eobard punched Snart in the stomach, sending him flying across the bank. He hit the door and was thrown outside. Eobard calmly walked out to him. Despite his vibrating form, it was obvious that he was smiling. Eo stalked towards Leonard as he struggled to his feet. Leonard wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Is that all you’ve got, Reverse-Flash?” He growled.
“Not even close.” Eo assured him.
You heard the crash when the doors broke. You assumed it was the Flash. You got out of the van. You always had to solve these things yourself. You took off you jacket and allowed your wings to unfurl, wincing at the slight pain. You flew overhead, waiting to see the yellow lightening following the iconic red blur. Instead you only saw beams of whitish blue from Leo’s cold gun and Eo’s yellow blur. They were fighting each other? Really? You saw the police cars in the distance. Amazing. This was going swimmingly. You flew down to where they were, hovering a few feet off the ground.
“Yo, guys. We don’t have time for this. We’ve got to go!” You warned, pointing to the police.
“Not until we settle this, once and for all.” Leonard said, shooting at Eo again.
“Settle what?”
“Who truly belongs with you.” Eo said, stopping behind you.
“I can assure you that it’s not you.” You said, grabbing Eo’s shoulders and lifting him off the ground.
You threw him toward Leo, who fired his gun one last time at Eo. The beam was a direct hit, effectively immobilizing him. You kicked him to the ground and walked to Leo, extending your hand.
“Come. Let’s go. I don’t think you want to be here when the police arrive.” You said, walking away.
“Indeed not.”
You are stuck in the past with Eobard because you were supposed to capture him and force him to take you back. Of course, this doesn’t go according to plan so you’re both stuck, posing as a couple to the rest of Central City to keep up appearances.
You were in the future room with Eobard. He was attaching the tachyon prototype to his suit. You hated this arrangement almost as much as you hated him. He was a killer. A villain, the Reverse Flash. Of course, he had to go and get you both stuck here with no way out.
“So how’s the tachyon prototype supposed to help? You do know that without a trigger it’s completely useless, right? Oh, wait, of course you do because you stole my research on it.” You said.
“Stole is a powerful word. How about borrowed and forgot to return?”
“Ah, yes, and if that includes sticking your name on it, then I will gladly agree to those terms.”
“Careful, (Y/N), it sounds like there’s less hatred in your voice.”
“Shut up, Eo.” He cringed at the nickname “You like the nickname,,don’t even pretend you don’t.I can read your mind, remember? No, of course not. You’re too focused on your own little project.”
“This little project will send us home.”
You scoffed, but you knew it was true. The tachyon device was your best chance to get back to the future once the accelerator was back up and running. To do that, you both would have to reveal yourselves to Barry and the others. You had come to see them as family and Eobard saw them as pawns, the same way he saw everyone. You hoped that over this ordeal was over, you wouldn’t have to be in this close proximity to him ever again.
“Come on, (Y/N). We’re late.”
“Late? Late for what?”
He didn’t tell you and you didn’t want to read his mind. It was like a dark, crazy maze in there, Eobard sat down in his chair and left the room, you following semi unwillingly. He took you to the cortex where Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry were. You smiled at them and rested your hand on Eobard’s shoulder. He looked up at you with a grin.
“I have some exciting news for you all.” He began.
“Oh? What?” Caitlin asked.
Eobard grabbed my hand and kissed it. “(Y/N) and I are engaged.”
“You are?”
‘We are?’ You said in his mind.
He shrugged.
“I didn’t think we were going to tell them yet, honey?”
“Well, I couldn’t wait anymore.”
You thanked the others as they congratulated you and Eobard on your engagement. You promised Eobard that he was going to pay for this later. You kissed him unhappily while pretending to be ecstatic. After the festivities were over, you went back to the future room.
“I’m gonna head back home. I don’t suppose you’ve got an umbrella around here somewhere?”
“Behind the suit.”
“Thank you.” You grabbed the umbrella and looked at the end. There was blood. “Hold on. Didn’t you try to kill me with this?”
“A moment of weakness on my part, I should have gone for the rock.”
“And I should have pushed you off that cliff in Barcelona.”
“Mistakes we both made, I’m afraid. Of course now I’m not sure that I want to kill you anymore. I’ve grown rather fond of your company.”
“Well, I can’t say if the feeling is mutual.”
“You let me know if it is. We can grab a coffee when we get back.”
You chuckled and left S.T.A.R. Labs, umbrella in hand and a smile on your face.
Request: Anon- Do you still do drabbles? If you do can you do one where zoom and reverse flash fight for the reader but she doesn’t want to let down her friends (team flash). I’m sorry if it’s weird but I really love you’re writing ❤️☺️
You walked down the street, unaware of the speedster behind you. Zoom had been folowing you for a while. Since the portal to Earth Prime had opened. On Earth 2, you had been his 2nd in command, but Wells… Wells had killed you before he escaped to this earth. If Zoom didn’t need him to steal the Flash’s speed, he would be dead where he stood. Hunter knew logically knew that you weren’t his (Y/N). It was obvious that you weren’t a metahuman, and that you were working with the Flash. That was what really drove him insane. To see you working with that… hero and not with him. He used to love watching you torture innocent people. It was how he had found you. People had talked about a shadow that was terrorizing them and it wasn’t him. Zoom’s original intention had been to kill you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
You were off without telling the rest of the team where you were going. If they knew, they would surely hate you. You would hate you. You looked around to make sure that none of them were watching you before turning a corner behings S.T.A.R. Labs. You leaned against the wall, your heart racing, like it always did during these meetings. You saw the time vortex before you heard it, like always. Eobard emerged from it, wearing his yellow suit. He smiled when he saw you, walking to you with his arms outstretched. You walked to him, allowing him to hold you in his arms. You couldn’t help it. Despite very bone in your body telling you to run away and stop this, you couldn’t. There was soming drawing you to Eobard.
Before he had a chance to say anything, you were torn from his arms by another speedster. Your heart dropped. You looked up and expected to see Barry, surprised to see Zoom instead. His dead, black eyes looked at you. You couldn’t describe the emotion behind them. You could, however, predict how Eo would react. Sure enough, he ran up the side of the building you were on and punched Zoom hard enough to knock you out of his arms. Eo caught you before you could fall to the ground. He quickly made sure you were okay before turning his focus back to Zoom.
There weren’t enough words to describe his fury. How dare Zoom take you from him? Where did he get off? Eo clenched and unclenched his fists. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were dark. You were his. No one elses. Zoom got back to his feet and stared at Eo.
“You must be the infamous Zoom (Y/N) has told me so much about. Funny, the way she described you… I thought you’d be scarier.” Eo taunted, rocking back and forth on his feet. He crossed his arms.
Zoom chuckled a dark and raspy laugh. “Indeed. And I thought the Reverse Flash would be more… powerful.” Zoom said back.
Eo smirked. Oh, so that was how he was going to play this. Eo promised that this would take but a moment before rushing Zoom. Zoom met him halfway. You watched in horror as blue and red lightning met in a tornado. This is what Barry had described. You hugged you arms to you chest. You had to get away from here. This was dangerous. You had to get Barry. You moved to the ladder.
Zoom got distracted as you headed off the roof. Eo took advantage of this to gain the upper hand. He brought his elbow into Zoom’s stomach at full force, a blow strong enough to knock away even the strongest speedsters. Zoom stopped moving, keeling over the roof. Eo stopped in front of him, a smug grin on his face.
You kept on running. There was no way that you’d be able to outrun them, but you could at least get as far away from the fighting as possible. You’d been in the middle of a speedster fight before and it wasn’t an experience that you wanted to repeat under any circumstances. Each time the two hit a blow, there was a loud boom that echoed through the air. As you made it to the front entrance of S.T.A.R. Labs, you saw the other four rushing out of the building. You ran to Barry, out of breath and trying to explain what was happening to the best of your ablilites.
“Calm down, (Y/N). What is it?” Barry asked, gently holding your elbows.
“Zoom and the Reverse Flash….. They’re fighting…. on the roof of the building next door…”
Barry handed you off to Harrison before rushign to put on his own suit.
“Yours?” Zoom said incredulously, “What makes her yous?”
“Well, she’s from my Earth, for one.” Eo answered. “And she knows who I am.”
“She’s from my time.”
“Sorry, old sport, but this is one fight that you can’t win. (Y/N) has already chosen me.”
Zoom went to punch Eobard again. Eo dodged easily, catching Zoom’s fist. Eo smiled at Zoom, who moved his elbow back to hit Eobard in the face. The two were so focused on their own fighting that they didn’t see Barry come up behind them. Eo saw him first and forgot Zoom. He grabbed Barry by the neck. Then the three of them were fighting.
“No! Don’t!” you yelled, hoping at least one of them would hear you.
Eo turned at the sound of your voice echoing out. He stopped what he was doing and let Barry go. Zoom took the opportunity to run from the labs.
“Until next time, Flash.” Eo said, giving a fake slaute and a wink before disappearing into another time vortex.
You wastched as the two speedsters whisked away, wishing for your life to be less complicated than this.
Request: Anon- friendly neighborhood anon with holiday challenge prompt of you’re in need: reader is kind of stressed with various things like work despite it being the holidays and harrison takes it upon himself to help her relax and enjoy the season
“Okay, so that shipment will be in tomorrow evening, correct?” You waited patiently through the protests. “I know tomorrow is Christmas Eve but I have to get this done ASAP. Okay. That’ll work out fine. Thank you.”
You hung up the phone and threw it onto your desk. Lately, it didn’t seem like you got a lot of free time. You were too busy with the particle acclerator to relax. You phone started to vibrate. It was probably the engineer to report something else that was wrong. You sighed in frustration and answered.
“Hello?” You said.
“Hey, (Y/N). Where are you?” It was Harrison. Crap. You’d forgotten about date night. You groaned.
“I’m sorry, Harrison. I completely blanked on tonight. I’ve been at the office all day and it slipped my mind.”
“Well, what kind of husband would I be if I hadn’t expected that. I’ve done the same to you many times.”
You heard a knock at your office door. “One second. There’s someone here.”
You opened the door and saw Harrison standing there with a bottle of champagne and two glassses. “I know.” He hung up his phone. “Come on, (Y/N). You need to get out of this building. Believe me, I know the toll that it can have.”
“I can’t, Harrison. Someone has to get this stuff done.”
“It’s the holidays, (Y/N). S.T.A.R. Labs can survive without you for a few hours.”
“I can’t just leave.”
He pulled you into a kiss, holding you against his chest. When he pulled away, you saw your phone in his hand. He was holding it above his head. Curse his tallness. You looked at him angrily, hoping to intimidate him into giving it back to you. He only laughed in response and stuck the phone into his jacket pocket.
“You can get this back after you have gone on a proper date with me. Deal?”
“Deal.” You held up your hands in defeat.
“Thank you. Now come with me.”
You took his hand, more frustrated than you had been before. You knew that he had the best intentions, but the accelerator should’ve been his top priority. It was slowly turning into your project. You could only hope that this would be over quickly. You surprised yourself. When had you been more excited to work than go on a date with Harrison? Hadn’t you done this to him so many nights when S.T.A.R. Labs was in construction? He’d always pretended to be angry, but you could see the small smile he was hiding. You chuckled a little. It all seemed like it was so long ago. Harrison took you to the roof of S.T.A.R. Labs. There was a little set up already there, including a spaceheater. You laughed.
“Your table, my lady.” He bowed and pulled out your chair.
“Thank you.” You sat down.
He sat across from you and poured the champagne. He held up his glass to you. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
You clinked glasses and drank. The bottle was finished in a approximately 45 minutes. You hardly even noticed. You and Harrison sat on the roof and talked for hours. The phone was all but forgotten.
Request by Anon- Request where the reader can manipulate gravity and Harribard trains with her but accidentally slips up when Cisco sees her manipulating a pen by herself the rest is up to you :^)
You concentrated on the box across the room, doing your best to ignore Harrison sitting right next to you watching your every move. You let out your breath. You flicked your hand. The box flew to the otherside of the room and broke against the wall.
“Fantastic, (Y/N)! You’re progressing very nicely!” Harrison complimented.
You smiled at him. “Thank you, sir.”
“Ah, call me Harrison.”
“Okay, Harrison.”
“Let’s take a break for today. We’ll continue tomorrow and see if there’s anything else that you can do.”
Harrison wheeled out of the room. You were still smiling. The past few weeks had been some of the best of your life. When you had first discovered your powers, you had been in a hospital. You freaked out and practically destoryed the entire wing you were in. You fianlly managed to get away, but you had no control over your powers. You were so afraid of hurting people that you ran away from society. Barry had found you based on reports filed with the police. He’d taken you to S.T.A.R. Labs where you met Harrison. He was more than willing to help you learn the full extent of your abilities. Both he and Barry agreed to keep it a secret from Cisco and Caitlin. You didn’t them to look at you differently.
You headed back to the Cortex. You stopped and got some coffee. You sat at one of the desks and made sure there was no one else there. You concentrated on the spoon and had it mix your coffee for you. Yes, it was truly nice to be able to control your powers so precisely. You leaned back in the chair and took a sip, leaving the spoon suspended in the air.
“Hey, (Y/N), have you seen me- Is that spoon floating?” Cisco asked, staring at you.
You jumped out of the chair. The spoon clattered to the ground as you sturggled to find the words to explain this.
“Oh my god, you’re a metahuman aren’t you? This just keeps on getting cooler! Does Dr. Wells know? What am I talking about, of course he does. What about Barry?”
“Now it’s you, Barry, and Dr. Wells who know. Please don’t tell anyone, Cisco. I want it to be kept under wraps for now.”
“Of course. Whatever you need. What else can you do?”
“You wanna see?”
“Do i ever!”
“Come with me.”
You took him to the basement where you and Harrison had been training. you moved some things around and pushed a few buttons. It varied from multiple large items to singular small ones. Cisco laughed everytime something was destroyed.
“Harrison’s been helping me learn to control everything and determine what I can do.”
“Yes, we have been.” Harrison came into the room. “I belive it was you who stated that telling the others would be counterproductive.”
“Harri- I mean, Dr. Wells! I thought you were going to a lecture!”
“I was, but I couldn’t leave quite yet. I needed to speak with you.” He looked at Cisco. “Alone.”
Cisco held up his hands and left. You looked at Harrison curiously, cocking your head to one side.
“What did you want to talk about, Harrison?”
“You. Us. Whatever has been happening since we started training alone together. I have to confess that you have created feelings in me that I have not experienced in a long time.”
“Since Tess?”
“Yes. And I have gotten closer to you than anyone before. I don’t want to lose you or see you get hurt.”
“I don’t know what to say, other than… well, I guess that I feel the same way.”
He gave a thin smile with a small chuckle. “That’s nice to hear. I’ll see you at our next lesson, (Y/N).”
He left without another word, leaving you more confused than you had been before. What had just happened? had Harrison really just… did you say it back? What did this mean for the two of you? Would he act on his feelings? You left the room and decided to let whatever would happen happen.
Request: Anon- Hey! May I request an eobard x Reader who just got in a relationship but Harrison realising in the future that the reader was about to die soon from Gideon?
You smiled. Finally, after months of flirting back and forth, Harrison had asked you out. This was one of the best days you’d had in a long time. In another month or so, the particle accelerator would be turned on. Harrison would be the hero of Central City, finding new energies and opening the door to scientific advancement. Honestly, it would be a weight of your shoulders to finally get the damn thing on. You’d been waiting for so long. So much planning and preparation.
Eobard was proud and disgusted with himself. He had asked you out, but doing so had never been a part of his plan. Developing… feelings for someone had never been a part of his plan. This could set him back immensely. It also meant you were more likely to discover his secrets. He had to know. He had to know if being with you would change anything. If it did, he would have to do his best to ignore what he felt towards you. Nothing was more important than getting back home. He went into the secret room he had built and activated Gideon.
“Good morning, Dr. Wells.” She greeted him as she always did.
It was hard to believe that Barry Allen had built this AI.
“Good morning, Gideon. Show me any references to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
Gideon brought up news articles and some footage, almost all of them involving S.T.A.R. Labs. There was one referencing your alleged affair with Harrison Wells. He would stay with you then. At least while he was stuck here. He opened the last available article. “S.T.A.R. Labs lead scientist sacrifices self in explosion” was the headline. It was dated a month from now. You were supposed to die the night that the accelerator turned on. Because of him. Because he came back here. But he could change that. Stop it from happening. Save your life. Tell you not to come in. Spend the day with you. Something to keep you out of the office.
You’d never agree to it. You loved this project to much. You’d never miss seeing it through. Eo shook his head. He wasn’t being rational about this. You’d been dead for centuries, right? It didn’t feel that way. Not with you. You were the first person in the barbaric time period that made him think about staying and starting a new life here. Staying here longer than he had planned. You made each and every day bearable. He couldn’t just stand by and watch you die, not when he knew how to save you. He’d have to sacrifice someone else. He could live with that. The rest of this people didn’t matter. He’d watched the ones he loved most disappear one too many times.
“Gideon, how far will it set me back if I save her?” He asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
“I do not understand the nature of the question, Dr. Wells.”
“No, of course you don’t because you’re a machine!” Eo kicked the wall in frustration. He looked at his yellow suit. He shouldn’t be having trouble with this decision. This wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing. You weren’t his priority. But his mind was made up. He’d save you. He had to. He couldn’t live without you now. You’d worked so close with him for 5 years. You’d done your best to cheer him up when there was a set back, and you always stood by him. There weren’t many people in his life who had done that. Maybe he could convince you to come to the future with him. Sighing, Eobard made his way back to the cortex, where he found you watching over some of the final adjustments.
Harrison pulled you to his side and kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t help but get the sense that something was wrong.
“Something the matter?” You asked, looking up at him.
He smiled reassuringly. “Absolutely not C'mon, we’ve got some work to do.”
Request: @carleyynicole - Could you write a Harry x reader fic (idc what version tbh) where Y/N is kind of like the mother of the team and takes care of them, and something happens to Y/N and everyone is super concerned and worried because they’re like family and fluff at end
You could remember clearly the day that Barry had come to you. You and Caitlin had done your best to keep him stable using whatever tech you had available. You’d had to create a machine that could read his heart rate. It was off the charts. You’d never seen anything like it, but Dr. Wells had insisted. No tests were to be run without his authorization. You didn’t mind
Then Barry woke up. And everything changed,
Superheroes became a reality. Everytime you brought up the idea of it, Dr. Wells got a frustrated look in his eyes and you immediatly dropped it. You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe he was just feeling protective of Barry. You weren’t sure. Not that it mattered. S.T.A.R. Labs was finally helping the general public again. Cisco had taken to calling the little group “Team Flash”. The little names he came up with made you giggle. He was so filled with childlike wonder. It really was amazing that the cynacism of the world hadn’t reached him yet. You hoped it never did. He was the perfect person to nerd out with about all things Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, Doctor Who… basically all of those space shows and movies that existed.
Caitlin was better for more serious talks, though she could be fun, too. You majored in the same field, do many of your talks ended up going to theories about biomedical engineer.
Barry was just fun to be around. He was so good natured. You weren;t sure you’d ever seen him be truly mean to someone who didn’t deserve it. He saw the good in people. He saw the good in you. You loved him like a brother.
Dr. Wells was different from the others. You rarely talked with him about things other than work anymore, but you didn’t care. Your heart fluttered when the two of you were alone. He always smiled when he saw you, and you instictively did the same. You weren’t sure what it was, but you were drawn to him.
That made it so much worse when you had your accident.
It was funny to you. That was what was running through your head as you saw the car headed towards you. All the dangers you faced everyday, and you were going to be t-boned by someone who ran a red light. It was so normal compared to your daily life. Mundane, even. Time slowed right up to the moment that car connected with your own. Despite your seatbealt, you were thrown to the other side of the car. All you could do was hope that the wreck didn’t hit any passersby. The next thing you knew, your head hit the glass, there was a shattering noise, and you vision went dark. You had a moment more of consciousness,
Barry, unsurprisingly, was the first to know. He ran to the hospital, but couldn’t visit you yet. Barry called the others. He paced in the waiting room. He couldn’t believe this had happened, to you of all people. You cared so much for others. For the team. What had you ever done to deserve this? Cisco arrived first with Dr. Wells. Caitlin wasn’t far behind. Dr. Wells went to talk to the doctor on call while Caitlin tried to console Barry. Cisco could see the pain in her own eyes. Dr. Wells came back.
“Is there any news?” Caitlin asked.
“(Y/N)’s in the ICU at the moment. Apparently, she suffered a major concussion adn they can’t yet determine whether or not she has brain damage. But they are optimistic.” Dr. Wells responded with a small smile.
Caitlin and Cisco left to get coffee. Barry crossed his arms
“What aren’t you saying?” He asked.
“They don’t know if she’s going to wake up. Or if she ever will. Her brain is swelling and if it doesn’t let up. then they’re going to have to relieve the pressure somehow. There’s always a risk of failure.” Dr. Wells took off his glasses.
“Harrison Wells?” A nurse came into the waiting room. Dr. Wells raised his hand. “You’re listed as her beneficiary. You can visit her now.”
He nodded and the nurse left. He looked up at Barry and they headed to the room. You were hooked up to a series of machines. There was stitches and bandages strewn across your body. There was a large gause patch over your right eye. Barry could see a small spot of blood in the centre. He left the room, unable to see you in this state. Dr. Wells moved closer to your bed. He took your hand. Your hands had always been cold, but now… He set your hand back at your side. You didn’t derserve this. You were’t supposed to die for a long time. You had three kids and a husband. He’d taken all of that away from you, and here you were, dying.
He made sure that no one else was in the room, then walked to the door. He moved his chair in front of it and went back to your side. He pulled out a small device. He had been meaning to save this for himself but… Eo determined that you needed it more. He moved to deviced over your head. A blue light came from it, scanning the damage. Eobard read the tiny text. Concussion that sent you into a comatose sate, several lacerations, three broken fingers… and blindness in both eyes. He could get you out of the coma, but would that be better than here? Where you couldn’t see anymore? In all honesty, Eo didn’t care. He couldn’t lose you. Over the last several years, he’s grown attached to you. He wasn’t going to let go now.
Almost as soon as Harrison was done, there was a knock on the door. He sped back to his chair and moved it away from the door, slowly opening it to reveal Caitlin, Cisco, and Barry. They all came in. Harrison watched you intently. Any minute now. He had the now useless metal tube in his hand. He’d hoped that he’d be able to use it for himself, but this was a better use for it. Harrison let out a silent sigh of relief when your eyes started to slowly open. Your heartrate increased, and Harrison knew that you knew. Your eyes opened completely. Your left eye was still (Y/E/C).
“Barry? Dr. Wells? Are you there? I- I can’t see anything!” You reached up to your eye. You could feel something resting on your right eye.
Barry grabbed you wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t do that. You’ve got a bandage over that eye.”
“What about the other one? Is there a bandage over that one as well?” You asked, already aware of the answer.
“No, no, I-” You heard Barry’s voice catch in his throat.
“Barry.” You held out your hand, flinching a little when he actually took it. “I’m okay. Really, I am.”
“You certainly are tenacious.” Dr. Wells laughed. “I think you’ll be just fine. After all, you’ve got all of us to look after you.”
You chuckled. They all stayed for a few hours.Then the doctors made them leave. The doctors asked you a series of questions that you answered as best as you could. Then you were able to go to sleep. You were very tired. You slept well into the next day. When you awoke, you were again surprised by the blackness that greeted you. You remembered what had happened. You sighed heavily.
“You’ve been handed an interesting card, that’s for sure.” You jumped at Harrison’s voice.
“Dr. Wells. You scared me.”
“Did I? I’m sorry. And please, call me Harrison. We’ve worked together long enough.”
“So, Harrison, what brings you here?”
“I know how much it hurts to wake up alone in a hospital room. I didn’t want for you to.. hm.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
My 666th Post
You walked through Central City. You were confident in what you were doing, and if the Flash got close, well, he wasn’t going to last long. You pulled up your hood and smiled. Maybe it was a smaller level heist, but everyone had to start somewhere. You were stealing technology from Mecury Labs. Nothing to serious to start off, but something significant enough to fetch a nice price.
You pulled on your mask and prepared yourself for the Flash to come for you. The sooner he did, the easier this whole heist would be. Still, you could always rely on good old fashioned stealth to get through. You started with the security gate. You were able to quickly get through the mediocre security. Even their guards were lax. Apparently, they thought that no one would ever try and steal something.
They were wrong.
You smiled and walked to the main lab. C’mon, Flash. What was taking him so long? You weren’t being that careful. Surely at least one alarm had gone off. Whatever. You’d have to wait to meet him. You ran to grab a prototype. Your connections had told you that a new player was rather interested in it. It was your civic duty to rile up as many people as you could. Best way to make new friends was to steal they’re toys and then offer it back. Never failed for you. You grabbed the device and made a run for it.
There was a flash of red lightning. You smiled and turned around.
“Flash.” You said with a devilish grin.
“Not quite.” A deep, distorted voice said.
You took the chance to look at who was before you. He was in a suit similar to the Flash, but it was yellow. His symbol was black with a read lightning bolt. Even with his red eyes, you didn’t feel afraid of him. Your smile never wavered.
“Ah, so you’re the new player I’ve been hearing so much about. The man in the yellow suit. Kind of a mouthful, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t belong to you.”
“Technically it doesn’t belong to either of us, but that didn’t really stop me.”
“Give it here.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Lots of metahumans have tried, and clearly none have succeeded. Hit me with your best shot.”
Even though his face was distorted, you could see a confident smile that reflected your own. He hit you with all of his force. You instantly felt speed fill every inch of your body. You held on tight to the prototype and started to run. The world seemed to move in slow motion. You laughed and moved faster. You knew that he wouldn’t follow you from the shock. No one ever did.
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You leaned against the wall, wating patiently for the man in the yellow suit, christ, you were going to have to shorten that, to show up for his prize. If he really was that fast, it would take about an hour for him to get through the whole city. You heard him coming.
Right on time.
You turned to face him. “So, I hear you’re looking for something.”
“You know I am.” He said calmly.
“Okay, seriously, you have got to stop with that voice. It’s driving me crazy. C’mon.”
He turned his head to the side. “Fine.”
“See, was that so hard?”
“How did you do that?”
“What? Oh, the speed thing? Ability shift. It’s the ability I was given by the particle accelerator. I was hoping to use it on the Flash, but hot damn, you were so much more fun.”
“I’m so happy to have brought you pleasure. Now, where is it?”
“Well, I’ve got a system, you see. I’ve been at this game for years. I give you this, we work together. Sort of. You’ll owe me a favour.”
He sped over to me, grabbing your neck and pushing you against a wall. “Or I could kill you here.”
You gave a fake smirk and used your new speed to turn the tables. You held his arm against his back. “We’ve been through this already, Man in the-okay. That’s it. I need something else to call you and I’ve got nothing. Do you have a name?”
He broke free of my hold and rounded on you. The two of you were inches away from each other.
“I am Eobard Thawne.”
“Oh, Eo. Great. That’s definitely better. As I was saying, we’ve been through this. You get a hit in, I have your powers, I get away. And, if you did somehow manage to kill me, you’d have no idea where it is. Even you wouldn’t be able to find it. So, shall we try this again.” You moved quickly. You pulled of his mask. “Eobard Thawne my ass. You’re Harrison Wells!”
He pushed you against the wall again, this time trapping your hands above your head. “I am Eobard Thawne. Harrison Wells is dead.”
“Oh, so this is some kind of peronality thing.”
“No. I’m from the future.”
“Thank you for that interesting tidbit. Honestly, I don’t care who you are. You’re resourceful, I’m resourceful. We can help each other. Mutual benefit. You in? I’ll throw in your little toy.”
He let you go slowly. You straightened your shirt. He looked contemplative. You had to admit, you never expected it to be Harrison Wells. Maybe that was why you used to have a crush on him.
“Do we have a deal?” You asked, holding out your hand.
“Fine.” He took you to your hand and pulled you to him, bringing his lips to your ear. “If you ever cross me, you will die.”
You felt a shiver go down your spine, and it wasn’t from the threat. You told him where the prototype was and he sped off. You smirked. Maybe you’d call in that favour early.
Request: Anon- Hey so if you want could you please write a Harribard x Reader where Y/N is a metahuman who can travel in time and has met them before in the future? Maybe they recognize each other, close friends? Or something along those lines, idk. Thanks!
Request Pt. 2: @yukihime713 - Well, I’d really like another harribard one shot… of any plot because I seriously can’t think of anything but am in desperate need of harribard :/
The future was boring. To you, at least. You had the entirety of time inside of your head. You could literally go anywhere, but you were supposed to stay here. You were “grounded” until further notice because of a little incident involving an extinct species and a field trip to the 31st century. It really wasn’t your fault that that building exploded. It was just a misunderstanding. Really. Still, you were extremely bored and breaking the law was something that you specialised in. Might as well go back somewhere else. It wasn’t exactly like they could catch you there. Besides, you could be back in five minutes. They’d never even know that you were gone. You closed your eyes and focused. You didn’t have to focus on a particular time. You could think of a person and that would get you where you need to be.
“Eobard.” You whispered.
The air around you twisted and turned. You could feel yourself being lifted up. Well, that was what it felt like, but in reality you were just pulled into the “speed force” and spat back out where you wanted to go. You weren’t a speedster, but you were as close as you could get. Of course, you didn’t run the risk of encountering a time wraith when you went to another time. A perk of your ability. You closed your eyes and let yourself flow through time, waiting expectantly for that familiar “pop!” that meant you had reached your destination.
You shook your head as soon as your feet were on solid ground. Time travel without a capsule was extremely disorienting, even for you. You took in your surroundings. You had no idea where you were. Well, you knew when you were, 2014, but as for the actual location, there were no hints. It looked like a house of some sorts. It was very ancient to you, but modern for it’s time. You walked around, looking for a picture of a journal or something to tell you who lived here, if anyone. It was becoming more and more plausible that no one did. There was barely even any evidence that someone lived here at all. You heard the front door open. You pushed yourself against the wall. There was the answer to the living situation. You looked over the corner. You couldn’t see anyone, but you could hear footsteps. They stopped right next to where you were.
Before you knew it, you were pressed against the back of the wall, the breath knocked out of you. You couldn’t recognise who it was. He was tall, taller than Eobard. He had dark hair, was thin but strong. But… his eyes still had the same fire. The same spark. He looked you up and down, and his expression softened.
“(Y/N). You’re a sight for sore eyes.” You looked at him in confusion. “I know I may look a little different, but I assure you I’m still the man who threw a pineapple at you when you tried to follow me to stop Barry Allen.”
Relief flooded over you. “Eobard. What happened? I mean, I’m not complaining. You look good. Really good.”
“That hurts my feelings. Harrison Wells is better than Eobard Thawne?”
You shrugged. “Yeah, I prefer tall people with dark hair. Plus, the glasses add a certain level of… attractiveness.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Think about it this way. When we finally get you back to the future, then you can stay like this and no one will know who you are. They’ll be too busy looking for Eobard Thawne. You can even get your job at the university back.”
He chuckled. “That boring desk job? No thanks. I think I’ll stick to making the Flash’s life a living hell. After he helps me get back.” He shook his head. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were on probation.”
“Yeah, well, you know me. Screw the man and all that.”
“Oh, look, you’ve already adopted the tone of this time. Good job.”
“Meh. That’s what happens when you’ve got all of time rushing behind your eyes. You adapt.”
It was good to see him again, even if it really wasn’t him. He still had the same attitude. The same stupid smug smirk. He was still Eobard Thawne, your friend.
“I can’t tell you how good it is to see you again. Please tell me that you still raise some kind of hell.”
“Sort of. I’m looking into a tachyon device. If I get my hands on that, then I might be able to get back without the Flash.”
“You’re not saying that with as much malice as you used to. What changed?”
“I’ve been here for 15 years, (Y/N). A lot has changed.”
You sighed. You walked away from the wall. 15 years. That was a long time to be trapped in this place with no one else. You knew how much he hated this time period. How much he used to hate the Flash. It was good that you were back here. You could even out his life. Make him remember who he is.
Sentence Prompt: @silverwingedfox This one is for Harribard. I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you. Possible abuse trigger.
You woke up in a hospital. Your head was killing you, along with your leg. You couldn’t remember what had happened. All you could recall was that something had happened with the Reverse Flash. With Eobard. Barry had been yelling about his mother to him, and you tried to stop him from confronting the Reverse Flash, and that was when you blacked out. You laid your head back against your pillow and groaned.
“Mind if I come in?” Eo asked, knocking on the door.
“Not at all, please, come join me in my misery.”
:You know, the best of us find happiness in misery.” He said. He held up a bouquet of (Y/F/F). “Forgive me?”
“For what? You were just doing what you had to, right?”
“You don’t remember, do you? Well, you did hit the pavement pretty hard…”
“Seriously? I hit the ground that hard?”
He looked away guiltily. “It was pretty bad.”
“That doesn’t explain my side.” You shifted to look. Eo was instantly by your side, taking your hand. “What are you doing? What if someone sees you?”
“(Y/N), there’s something that I need to tell you.”
“Anything, Eo.”
“When I was fighting Barry, I accidentally… well, I stabbed you.”
“Wait, what?”
“The bouquet is to say ‘I’m sorry I stabbed you and I love you.’”
You gave a small smile. “I hope you realise that I’m royally pissed off. And you owe me. Big time. Imagine all of the money in the world, and double it. Nay, triple it.”
“Of course. Whatever you want. I really do love you, (Y/N). I’m so sorry about this.”
“I know you are.”
You smiled again. He pressed a kiss against your knuckles and sat back in his chair. He smiled at you and held your hand. The doctor came and gave you good news. You’d be able to leave tomorrow. Eo let out a deep breath and pushed your hair from your forehead. Everything was going to be all right.
Request: @yukihime713 - Harrison (any one is fine but preferably Eo) Comforting the reader when she gets upset? Like… Assuring her that he’ll always be there and stuff?
You wrapped your arms around your chest. Could you really go through another day? Could you get up, after what you had done? You had failed them all, for what felt like the millionth time. Was this what you were destined to do? You weren’t quite ready for a world full of superheroes and villains. It was all too strange for you. You worked on building computers, now you were figuring out how to program them to find other metahumans. And your program failed.
Barry had gotten hurt. And it was all your fault. You had messed up. You should’ve run more tests. You should’ve done more. You should’ve been able to warn Barry sooner. This was all your fault. You slid down the wall and rested your head in your hands. You weren’t cut out for the world of superheroes and villains. You had to get out. You had to leave Central City. You couldn’t handle it.
You left a note in the Cortex.
This was the right thing to do. You knew it in your heart. You finished packing your last bag of clothes. You were going to have the rest shipped to you. This was right. It had to be. You couldn’t help them. You were only good for getting people hurt.
You walked out of your apartment and were surprised to see Harrison there. He was holding your note in his hand.
“How’d you get here? Did Cisco drive you?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“You don’t live that far from S.T.A.R. Labs. I came on my own. It looks like I got here just in time.” He responded. “Why are you leaving, (Y/N)?”
“Because I have to.” You walked past him.
“No, you don’t. You have people who care about you here.”
“Not for long if I stick around.”
“This is about what happened to Barry. I knew it.”
You whirled around and threw your hands in the air. “What else would it be about, Harrison? My algorithm failed. The program didn’t work. Barry could’ve died because of it. He almost did.”
“Exactly. Almost. But he didn’t. We all lived to fight another day.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t take that risk. What if something happened to you?” You shivered. “I can’t even bear to think.”
“Hey. C’mere.” He held out his arms to you. You embraced him. “Trust me when I say that I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. If you leave, then the group will fall apart. You made one mistake in a sea of accomplishments.” He smoothed back your hair. “You’re one of a kind. You’re not going anywhere. Ever.”
“Thank you, Harrison.”
“I’m always here, (Y/N). Don’t forget that again. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
You grabbed your bags and invited Harrison upstairs to help you unpack. How was it that he always knew exactly what to say?
A/N An alternate version of a Harribard post I wrote about the reader getting stabbed. This one is more light hearted, I think. Only a few people can say writing about someone getting stabbed is light hearted. I think that speaks a lot to my character.
You woke up, When you looked around the room, your heart fell. You weren’t in your own home. You were in a strange time in a strange house. You knew literally one person here. And he wasn’t exactly man of the year. Well, he was, here, but not in his own time. It sucked. You hated this time period. Why had you grabbed onto him when he said he was going back here? Probably because you hadn’t realised that he’d lose his powers. Becoming Harrison Wells was entirely his plan. You hated it. Harrison Wells, the real Harrison Wells, had been a great man. Now he was gone forever because Eobard couldn’t figure out how to get his speed back. Figures.
Now, you were still friends with him. You had been for several years. He had been a professor where you were from, Back then, you hadn’t known that, but even when you learned, you stuck with him. Sort of. You tried to keep him on track, but he didn’t listen to you. He was too obsessed with finding out who the Flash was. Who he really was. When Eo did, he almost left without saying goodbye. You had found him just before he started running. The trip had nearly killed you. Eo didn’t even really notice you until he noticed that his powers were missing. You had been in a coma for a few months. To make up for it, he let you shack up with him in his house. As if that made up for everything.
You forced yourself out of the bed. 15 years was a long time to hate your surroundings. Maybe it was time to finally embrace it, for better or worse. The likelihood that you were leaving this place was becoming increasingly less likely with each passing day. You put on some comfortable clothes and went out into the city. It was so different here now. After the particle accelerator explosion, people didn’t go anywhere near S.T.A.R. Labs. In fact, they made an effort to steer clear of the whole site. You went to Jitters and got a coffee. After that, you just kind of walked around Central City. You hadn’t done that for a long time. It was nice.
You went home after a few hours of walking. You kicked off your shoes and sat back on the couch, looking up at the forecast sky. The sunroof was definitely too much. Eo had splurged. He enjoyed the extravagant parts of life, even here.
“Seriously, would a little modesty kill him?” You groaned.
“Probably, yes.”
You jumped off of the couch. “Christ, Eo! You scared me!”
“Part of the fun of living with you. Constantly being able to make you jump out of your skin.”
“Careful. You’re starting to sound like a particular villain down in Gotham.”
He shrugged and threw his jacket on a chair. “Pfft. I run laps around that guy. Literally.”
“Good for you.” You turned back away from him.
“You’re mad at me, aren’t you? Is it about that thing, a couple years before we got here?”
“What? What thing?”
“Oh. Well, if you don’t remember…”
“Wait, is this about that time down in- hold on. Are you talking about the time you stabbed me?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, it wasn’t about that, but now it is.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything. I wonder how fast I would have to go to go back a few minutes in time.” He smiled nervously and walked away from you.
“It wouldn’t be fast enough. I’d almost forgotten that you stabbed me!”
“Please forgive me. I’m sorry that I stabbed you.”
“Are you? Are you really?”
He kneeled in front of you in a mocking manner. “(Y/N), my light, my star, my inspiration-”
“Are you quoting Jeff Goldblum in Jurassic Park?”
“I’m so very sorry that I stabbed you. Please have it in your ever kind heart to forgive me.”
You narrowed your eyes and resisted the urge to smile. In truth, you had forgiven him a long time ago, but it was hilarious to see him try and grovel for your forgiveness. It was the best part of your day. You reminded him about once a year or so. Today was an anomaly. You couldn’t even remember what you were mad at him about to begin with. You let out a dramatic sigh and smiled.
“I suppose that I can maybe forgive you… if you do the dishes for the next month.”
“Deal.”
Plus it got you out of chores. Oh, how awesome it was to have some control.
Request: Anon- Harribard really worried about the metahuman reader Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle from the story prompts please 😬😅
You walked through the town with your hands in your pockets. It was weird being a metahuman. It was something that you had never expected. Hell, you’d never expected for the city to have a hole in it. Everything was new. You had gotten a rather annoying power. You were a telepath. As great as it was to not have people keep secrets from you, it also made some things a curse. For instance, you had to carry the secret the Harrison Wells wasn’t who he said he was, and you knew what he would do to you if you ever told anyone, despite what he said he felt about you. See, that was the curse. You knew he cared, but he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you got in his way.
You shook your head. There was no use focusing on this. You had to focus. You were kind of accident prone. You took out your phone. Barry had texted you. He had some sort of problem involving an uncooperative metahuman. You sighed. Of course.You started to walk faster, completely missing the hole in the side walk. Your foot got caught and you tripped onto the ground. Your hands were effectively scrapped and it hurt to walk. You ankle was sprained, but your phone was safe and uncracked.
“Great.” You groaned. “This is just perfect.”
Thankfully, you weren’t too far from your car. You limped the rest of the way there and drove to S.T.A.R. Labs. Almost as soon as you walked into the cortex and they noticed your limp, you were sped into a chair. Caitlin insisted on checking your leg. Cisco told some fan jokes to take your mind off of it and even Harrison shot you a sympathetic smile. That was what made you go off.
“All right, guys, it’s just a sprained ankle. I’m fine. Seriously. Just accident prone. You know this.” You chuckled. “Just take me to the person you need me to read.”
Thankfully you were in a wheely chair so Barry could easily speed you down to the pipeline. Once you were done with that, you were taken back to the cortex. You hated it when people doted on you. It made you feel incompetent. You shook your head again and spent the rest of the day making jokes with the team, happy that there were no metahumans attacking this week. It felt like there was a new crisis every week, almost as if someone was planning it to be that way.
At the end of the day, it was just you and Harrison in the cortex. You were his designated “driver”. As soon as you stood up, you were greeted again by the shooting pain of a sprained ankle. Harrison immediately stood up from his chair and made you sit down. No one was here and the security was surprisingly lax for such an advanced facility, so there would be no tapes of this moment. You steered the chair to your car. Harrison helped you store it in the back and you drove to his house. You started to get out of the car, but Harrison came around and took you into his arms.
“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle.” You complained.
“I don’t care. You’re not walking.” He dropped you on the couch and brought his chair inside. He shut the door and came back over to you. “What do you need?”
“I need you, of all people, to stop treating me like a child. I can take care of myself you know.”
“Of all people? What does that mean?”
“You know what it means, Harrison. You’re not exactly the fuzziest of people.”
“I am when the people I care about are hurt.”
“For God’s sake it’s a sprained ankle I’m fine.”
He shrugged. “Well, I don’t get to take care of people that often, so give me this, okay?”
“Fine.”
You allowed for him to take care of you to the best of his abilities. It was obvious that he didn’t do this. Ever. He did his best. It was enough for you to smile and feel bad for him. You took his hand.
“Okay. That’s enough. You’ve done enough.”
“Are you sure? Because I can do more.”
“No. No, no, no. You’re fine. Please stop.”
“All right. I’ll stop.”
He sat next to you. “Thank you. Again, it’s just a sprained ankle.”
Well, I was sent this thing about weird random sentences, and I just wanted for you all to imagine that you know who he is, and you become his partner in crime. This is going to be a kind of crack fic because these sentences are so ridiculous.
You walked through the kitchen, dragging the bag behind you. You couldn’t believe you had been dragged into this again. No puns intended there. You dropped the bag and went to make yourself a strong drink. You grabbed a glass and heard the door open. You leaned back against the counter. Ah, good, he was home. You pushed yourself onto the counter and swung your legs back and forth while you waited for him to make his way into the kitchen.
“You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.” He sighed when he finally came in.
“Aw, nice to see you, too, Eobard.” You said, taking another sip from your drink.
“Who is it this time, (Y/N)?” He asked as he kicked the body bag.
“No one in particular. Just another metahuman planning to kill the Flash. I figured you’d want some help preventing that.”
“I’m having a hard time determining if your a good guy or a villain.”
“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the whole point. Keep it ambiguous. Maybe kill one or two people, save a few more. It makes this whole super power thing more fun, you know?”
He scoffed. Eobard stepped around the body and poured himself a glass of whiskey.
“What are we going to do with the body this time?” He asked.
“I thought we might just leave it by the river. This guy wasn’t exactly sober. Nobody would question it.”
“What about the bullet wound?”
“Didn’t shoot him. I gave him an overdose. Enough to take down a fleet of elephants.”
“Nice touch.”
“Thank you.”
You clinked glasses. You looked down at the bag again. Eobard took off his glasses and tossed them onto the counter top. You jumped off the counter and started to leave the house.
“Woah, woah, woah. You’ve gotta help me with this body.”
“You can take care of it faster. I can blink and it will be gone, right? Unless you aren’t really that fast.”
You knew exactly how to push his buttons to get him to do what you wanted. Thankfully, instead of killing you after you figured out his secret, he’d given you a place to stay. For the first month or so, you were terrified, but eventually you grew into it. You became his personal hitman, helping him take out targets he couldn’t reach, but you really enjoyed leaving the people in his kitchen. Just to see his reaction. Maybe it made you a sociopath, but you didn’t really care. It was funny.
Eobard grumbled about housemates and doubts and sped off. You counted how many seconds it took for him to get there and back.
“12 seconds. You’re losing your touch.”
“Screw you, that’s impressive. Do you know how far away that damn river is? And he wasn’t exactly light.”
You walked over to Eobard and poked his arm. “Don’t complain, you work out, don’t you?” You chuckled. “But I suppose that driving that chair all day could make your legs weak.”
He gave you a dark look.
“Did I strike a nerve? I feel like I struck a nerve.” You took a step back. He looked genuinely hurt by your comment. “Oh, Eo, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“It’s not what you said it’s just how you said it.”
“Oh, poor baby. Do you want to have a drink to make it better?”
“I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”
You bit back a laugh as you made him another drink. Yeah, this was going to be a lot of fun.
Earth 2 Harrison One Shots
Oh god is this almost done?
Request: anon- can you write something (imagine or oneshot) where Harry x reader (they are together) but in Earth 2 the reader already died so when Harry comes to Earth 1 he sees reader and automatically kisses them and the reader slaps him?(either bc she doesn’t know him or bc of Harribard) (and more fluff like him standing next to reader, holding hands, being protective)
Harrison was giving another short speech. After creating the particle accelerator, he’d been given several awards. You went to everyone, watching from the sidelines. You often caught him glancing towards you while he was talking. Each look was filled with adoration. That was one thing that had never changed in your relationship. After years of fights and make ups, he always looks at you with love. After the speech was done, Harrison walked over to you and took your hand. He stayed slightly in front of you, navigating through the crowd that had gathered. All of the science enthusiasts were asking for his autograph or a job, or both. As soon as you were in the car, you both let out a sigh of relief.
“Well, that was an adventure.” Harrison said.
“yeah, it was. Did Jessie-”
“No, she had an exam to study for.”
“Ah, just like dear old dad. So focused on her studies.”
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
“Please, on our first date, you brought a quantum mechanics text book.”
“I had no small talk?” He said it as a question. “All right, so I wasn’t the best at dating, but you’re the one who agreed to a second date.”
“What can I say? I’m a psych major, I was curious.”
“After 15 years?”
“I have yet to figure you out, Harrison Wells.”
“And I have yet to let you, (Y/N) Wells.”
You laughed. It was true that the union you two had formed baffled many people. He was very much into physical science, and you preferred to study the intricacies of the human brain. He was really fricking tall, you were avergae height. Dark hair, light hair, cold towards strangers, nice to everyone, etc. It went on for quite a while, yet the two of you were practically inseparable. That is, when you weren’t at your respective jobs. You supposed that was the one similarity that you shared with Harrison. You both loved your jobs. Still, he was the love of you life, and you were his.
Some months later…
You insisted on walking home from your practice. It was only a 10 minute walk, and it was a good way to save money on gas. Prices were at an all time low, but it was still exercise. You shoved your hands in your pockets. That last patient had taken longer than you’d expected. It was dark by the time you closed up shop and it was cold. As you were walking out of your office, you were confronted by one of your more… intense, patients.
“Dr, Wells.” He coughed.
“Mike, are you feeling all right?” You asked.
“Never been better, Doc. You see, I had a revelation today after our session.”
“Oh?”
“The shadows… can’t you hear them?”
It didn’t seem like Mike could make a cohesive thought. You were scared. This was dangerous.
“I can. Do you wanna know what they’re saying?”
“Can this wait until next week, Michael, I have to get home to my family.”
“Oh, yes, he told me about your family. Your husband. But you don’t belong to him, you’re mine.”
You saw the knife a little too late. He plunged it into your abdomen, with a smile on his face as he repeated mine mine mine. You fell onto the ground. Mike ran down the street. You could’ve sworn that you saw a blue flash go towards him before your vision went dark.
The next day…
Harrison stared at his phone screen. This wasn’t the first time that you’d stayed at the office over night, but it was the first time you hadn’t called ahead. He was certain that you were fine. You could take care of yourself, right? There was a knock on his door. Harrison set his phone on the table and went to the answer it. His heart sank when he saw the Central City police on his door.
“Dr. Harrison Wells? I’m Detective Iris Allen. I’m sorry, but we need you to come down to the station.” The young detective said.
“And do what, exactly?” He knew, but he didn’t want for it to be true.
“We need you to identify a body, doctor.”
He got into the car, a feeling of dread settling over him. He didn’t even have to look at you very long to know.
“What happened to her?”
“Murder suicide, we believe. One of her patients, Michael Tudor, stabbed her in the stomach and then shot himself.” The coroner said, reading off a chart.
“Can I-”
“Have a moment? No problem.”
The coroner ushered the people out of the room and shut the door. Harrison collapsed in front of the table. You were so cold. How could you be so cold when just yesterday you’d been smiling and laughing? Your hand had been so warm in his own. No… no
A/N Part 2 of a request, along the lines of Earth 2 Harry kisses (Y/N) and she slaps him. Click HERE for part one if you’re just finding this.
It was like he was staring at a mirage. The first time you came into the Cortex, he had been working, hardly paying attention. But as soon as he turned around, he was speechless. You looked almost the same, except your hair was cut short and you weren’t wearing glasses. It was imposible for him to believe that it wasn’t you. That you weren’t his wife. Your beauty was… breath taking.
However, the first time you saw him, you wanted to find the nearest blunt object and beat him. This was the man who you had followed for so many years, only to be betrayed. You knew logically that they were two different people, both by worlds and genetics, but it still took all of your will power not to. You kept your composure.
“So, I think the best way to st-” You began.
Harrison interupted you with a kiss. You were so shocked that you couldn’t respond. It was desperate and passionate, something you had not been expecting from someone like him. Someone who seemed so arrogant and self reliant. Soon, however, your senses came back to you. You pulled away from him and instinctively slapped him. Harrison leaned on a table, gently rubbing his cheek.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” You apologised.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I experienced a momentary lapse of judgement. You look like my late wife.” Harrison explained, sitting down.
“Oh. I’m sorry for you loss.” You sat next to him. “What happened to her, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“She was a psychiatrist. A pretty well sought out one, at that. One day, on her way home, one of her more… troubled patients found her and killed her. Jessie and I… we were a lot closer after that. I relied on her to keep me human.”
“I hope we find her.” You gently rubbed his arm in a reassuring manner.
“I do too. I do too.”
Request: anon- Hiii… can you please do one where Harrison (earth 2) gets mad at you because Zoom killed Jessie in front of you all and you scream at him witch causes you to reveal your feelings to him and you can add stuff as well… thank you you’re an awesome writer :-) :-)
You were so close. Jessie was right in front of you. She started running towards Harry. So close to the end. You could feel it. Barry had stopped Zoom. All you had to do was get back to the portal and- You heard Zoom before you saw him. Even at a reduced speed, he was incredibly fast. Too fast to be stopped before he shoved his arm through her chest. Her spine bent in an unnatural way and Zoom pulled out his arm and got away. Harrison yelled out and ran towards his daughter, sliding on the ground to catch her before she fell.
“No. no no no no no, Jessie, no!” Harrison held her in his arms.
“Daddy?” She said weakly.
He brushed away her hair from her face. Soon, she was gone. He pressed his forehaed to hers, gently rocking back and forth. You wanted to go to him and try to comfort him, but you knew there was nothing you could do. Eventually, you managed to get him back to S.T.A.R. Labs, He was in a daze. Barry took Jessie’s body, leaving you and Harrison alone in his office. You brought him a glass of water that he turned away. You sighed and saw a little ways off, unsure of what to do.
“You were supposed to help her. You said that if I helped you, she’d be safe.” Harrison said quietly.
“I’m sorry?”
“You heard me. She’s dead because of your team. If I had just done what I was told-”
“Then Barry and you would be dead as well. Don’t pin this on us.”
“Why shouldn’t I? I was better off on my own anyway.”
“Don’t you dare say that. And don’t say that this is our fault, your fault, or anyone’s but Zoom’s. He’s the one that killed her. We did our best. That’s what matters.”
“Our best wasn’t good enough.”
“Y’know, the Dr. Wells here said that to me more times than I can count after the explosion. Everytime, I hit him over the head and remind him there’s nothing we can do about it.” you sighed and kneeled in front of him. “She was your everything, I know, but we can’t blame ourselves.”
“Why are you trying to make this better?”
“Because I love you, dammit.” As soon as you said it, you covered your mouth. “I didn’t-”
“you what?”
“I didn’t mean to say that. I’m sorry.”
“(Y/N), I never even-”
“Yeah, well, you never asked.”
He stood up and walked to you, grabbing you arm forcefully yet gently at the same time. You thought that some part of him just needed something to go right. Something to help him forget today. He pulled you close, kissing you with passion. He wrapped an arm around your waist. You brushed your fingers through his hair. He was desperate for comfort.
“Thank you, (Y/N).” Harrison said when he pulled away. “For not giving up on me.”
Request: Anon- Can I request a story about Harrison (from earth 2) x Reader when he calls Jesse when she finds out she’s been taken and he calls her? Including the readers feelings? And then getting her back and the happiness they feel?
You curled up on your sofa, ready for a relaxing day at home. You loved your job, but sometimes you needed to get away from the CCPD and just have time to yourself. You would have invited Harrison, but he was busy at S.T.A.R. Labs all the time now. Especially with the reappearance of Zoom. You loved him, but you rarely saw him these days and when you did, he was coming up with some new plan to stop and detain metahumans. It was a little annoying, if you were being honest with yourself. Still, you couldn’t exactly blame him. From what you had been able to catch on the news, Zoom was beyond unstable. Harrison was just trying to protect his family.
You were getting comfortable when your phone rang. You reached across the table and saw it was Harrison. You stood up and answered his call.
“Hey, Harison, what’s going on?” You asked.
“Have you been watching the news?” His voice was strained and cracked ever so slightly.
“No, why? What’s happening?”
“Zoom attacked the college. He took Jesse. She’s- Oh god, (Y/N). The last time I saw her, she was so mad. What if he-”
“Harrison, calm down.” You felt your heasrt falling into your stomach. Jesse, sweet little Jesse Quick. Why was Zoom doing this? What was he motive? What could he possibly want with Jesse? She was a college student, for Christ’s sake. “She’ll be fine. She’s a strong young woman. She can take care of herself.”
“She’s my little girl, (Y/N). I can’t lose her.”
“You won’t. We won’t.”
You continued talking with Harrison, doing your best to console him while processing it yourself. You were promising him that she would be fine, but you were trying to convince yourself just as much him. She was just as much your daughter as she was his. The two of you had become close over the pst few months. You weren’t sure you’d be able to make it if she was hurt. You couldn’t help but blame the Flash. Where was he when this happened? Why hadn’t he stopped Zoom already? He had let this go on for long enough. The entirety of Central City was being terrorized by this masked menace while Jay Garrick did nothing to help. You promised Harrison that you’d go to S.T.A.R. Labs immediatly. You could use each other right now.
*2 months later*
You woke up in Harrison’s bed. The walls were covered with notes and theories on how to stop Zoom. The Flash had disappeared into a singularity that had appeared about a month ago. Zoom had been strangely absent ever since. You looked to the side of the bed and saw the empty sheets. You sighed heavily and got out of the bed. You expected to find Harrison in the kitchen. Unexpected was seeing him with a packed bag. He didn’t even notice when you came into the room. You coughed to get his attention. He looked up at you with a look of apology and you knew.
“You’re going over there, aren’t you? To the other world?” You leaned on the wall.
“I have to. The Flash there can stop Zoom. I can prepare him, help him. Then we can get Jesse back.” He explained.
“Or I’ll end up losing you, too.”
You looked at the ground. Could you survive losing him, too? Could you survive another tragedy in your life? You weren’t sure if you were actually living through the current one. And now Harrison was going to leave. You felt him grip your shoulders. With one hand, he lifted your chin to make you look at him. You looked deeply into his eyes. You knew that he wasn’t going to back down, nor was he going to take you with him.
“I’ll come back. I promise.” He kissed you lightly. It was fleeting and then he was gone.
*Many months later*
You walked through S.T.A.R. Labs. In his absence, Harrison had made you the CEO. Despite your career choice, you were more than qualified to run the facility in his absence. Zoom had made limited appearances and you had helped the development and creation of many tools to stop metahumans without using other metahumans. Your world had come a long way. You signed a contract with Queen Consolidated and Wayne Enterprises. S.T.A.R. Labs had expanded beyond what Harrison had dreamed of. But you missed him more than anything in all the worlds. You hadn’t seen him in months. You hadn’t heard anything and no one had found Jesse. You were alone.
You closed the door of the office you were in. You could never bring yourself to go to Harrison’s office. You weren’t even staying at his house anymore. You were back at your apartment. Alone. You laid your head on the cold glass surface. It was seeping into your bones and your heart. You felt empty without the two of them in your life. You had given up. Everynight, you used to whisper Harrison’s promise to yourself. Now it seemed pointless. You closed your eyes and tried to get rid of the thoughts. You wanted to focus on your work, not them. You sat up and turned on your computer. You were working when there was a knock on the door. You told whoever it was that you were busy. Despite this, the door opened. You heard two sets of footsteps. Curious and frustrated, you looked up.
You heart skipped a beat, No. It couldn’t be. This was a dream. You had fallen asleep when you rested your head on the desk. Harrison and Jesse were standing in front of you, huge grins on their faces. The top of Harrison’s hair was grown out and the sides were shaved. He looked a little older and more tired than he had when he left. He was in clean black clothes, like always. Jesse was so different. Her hair was much longer. The bottom of her dress was torn. Somehow, despite all that had happened to her, she still had happiness and optimism in her eyes. You pushed yourself away from the desk shakily.
“I- is it really you?” Your voice was shaky and weak.
Harrison nodded and rushed over to you. He took you in his arms. You started to cry happily.
“I promised you I’d come back.”
You pulled away from Harrison and went to Jesse. You hugged her.
“I’m never letting you go again. Either of you,”
“We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
How do you think Harry would react if he had found out that the OC/reader had a boyfriend? (before Harry and OC admitted that they loved each other) My heart just broke thinking about it :'(
You and Harry were alone in the cortex. It was still a little weird to see him after everything that happened with Dr. Wells. But he seemed nice enough. To you anyway. He asked you to hand him one of the tools across from you. You gave it to him and checked your o\phone. Your boyfriend was coming over soon.
Harrison was watching you. You were beautiful in his eyes. In his world, he had dated you for a while. His work got in the way of the relationship. It was one of his only regrets. He had had to watch you walk away from S.T.A.R. Labs one to many times. He hoped that he could remedy that here with you. He noticed all the little things that you did differently. Each one drove him wild. He knew that you were completely oblivious to his feelings. He was goo at hiding his feelings. Perhaps too good.
You smiled at Harry. He was turning out to be a great friend. Someone that you could count on. It would be a sad day when he was finally back on his own world. It was nice to get to know the real Harrison Wells, not Eobard Thawne. He had always been a hero of yours. It was good to know he wasn’t a complete dick.
Harry saw you press a button. As curious as he was about what you were doing, he didn’t ask. There wasn’t really a point. It wasn’t his business. You smiled at him. Jesus, that smile was gorgeous. And directed at you. Was it possible that you could feel the same way about him?
“(Y/N), would you like to go for a walk? It can get rather stuffy in here sometimes.” Harry said.
“You know what, I’d love to. Central City it beautiful at night.” You replied, holding out your hand to him.
He took it. You went outside. This was one of the reasons you loved Central City. It was so wonderful, even with all the crap going on around your life. And it was nice to be with Harry. He really was kind, he was just worried about his daughter. You could understand why. Zoom was insane.
“I used to come on walks like this with Jesse when she was little. Then she went to college, I started construction on the particle accelerator, and that all kind of changed. We rarely ever talked, too. I wish I had spent more time with her before Zoom… Anyway, it was one of my favourite things to do.” Harry said, looking up at the stars.
“I always come out here. Every night. My dad dies when I was young and he used to take me star watching. It always makes me feel closer to him. i don’t know. It’s just a silly tradition.” You looked away.
Harry pushed your hair behind your ear. “It’s not silly. It’s… poetic.”
“Another word for silly. Thanks for proving my point, Harry.”
“Anytime.” He chuckled. Now would be the perfect time to tell you. Everything. “(Y/N), I-”
“David?!” You said, turning your attention away Harry. Your boyfriend had just shown up in front of S.T.A.R. Labs. “I can’t believe you made it! I thought you were working.”
“I got off early. I thought I’d come visit you at work. You seem to be working late a lot recently,” David said, hugging you. “Who’s your friend?”
“Right, sorry. This is Harry. I told you about him, from Earth 2.”
“Right. Doppelganger guy.” David held out his hand. Harry shook it “It’s a pleasure. (Y/N) told me how you saved her life. Thank you.”
“Of course. Anytime.” Harry said, tightly.
Of course you had a boyfriend. You were beautiful and young. It made sense. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Or why he felt so.. empty. All he wanted to do was punch David in the face. He settled for this.
“Don’t ever hurt (Y/N). I know where all the breaches in this world correspond to in the world in mine and I can send you to a tropical rain forest full or gorilla who hate humans and I will send you there.” Harry threatened.
David looked genuinely terrified. You had to admit that Harry was terrifying. It was sexy. Wait. No. David. Harry started walking back towards the S.T.A.R. Labs entrance.
“Sorry, David, but we’ve really got to get back to work. I’ll see you when I get home.” You said, kissing David’s cheek.
Harry had protected you. No one had ever stood up like that before. Not for you. You felt something like butterflies as you followed Harry back into the cortex, sitting back in your original positions.
“Thanks, Harry.” You said, looking at the desk’s surface.
“Whatever you need, and whenever you need it, I’m here for you.” He replied, twisting one of the parts on the little device.
Request: Anon- Good day, Can I please request a Harrison/reader fic in which the 2 were attacked by zoom and the reader is dying
Harrison struggled back to consciousness. He tried to remember where he was. Then it hit him like a freight train. Zoom had attacked you both. He didn’t know why, but it had been bad. He could feel the blood running down his cheek. He looked down and saw he was covered in blood. He searched for a wound on his chest but didn’t find one. Then it dawned on him. It was your blood. He felt around him as best he could, hoping to find you somewhere around him. When he didn’t, he struggled to sit up. He looked around on the pavement. There was shattered glass everywhere and no one else to be seen. Then Harrison saw you lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood a few feet away from you.
“No. No, no, no, no!” He yelled, limping towards you. He fell down in front of you. “(Y/N)! Wake up! Please! Wake up now! You can’t die now.”
He shook you gently before his knowledge of first aid. He pulled off his jacket and carefully laid it under your head. Your breathing was shallow and laboured. He found his phone. He’d call Barry. Barry’s be able to get you to a hospital. He’d be able to save you like Harrison couldn’t now. He cursed Zoom. Why had he attacked? Harrison had promised to help him. Why now? Why you? He’d never even told you…
“Pick up. C’mon, Allen. Pick up your damn phone.” Harrison muttered. Thankfully, Barry answered. “Barry, I need your help. (Y/N), she’s needs your help. Zoom attacked us. She’s… Oh, God, I think she’s dying!”
“Where are you?” Barry asked,
Harison gave him the address and did the best to keep the desperation out of his voice. He hung up the phone and held onto you for dear life, burying his face in your neck. Barry appeared a few minutes after Harry called him. He took you in his arms carefully and promised Harrison he’d get you to a hospital. Harry watched him take you away. When Barry came back for Harrison, he was completely out of it. He wasn’t responding to anyone. He was looking at the blood on his hands, both literally and figuratively. If you died, he knew it would be his fault, Harrison stood up abruptly and without any warning, he left the cortex.
He paced along the fence line, waiting for Zoom to appear, but there was no appearance from the black speedster.
“Why her?! You could’ve just hurt me! Why’d you have to go and take away another person I love?! I did what you asked! I’m helping you! Why did you have to hurt her…” He yelled into the air at nothing.
Everyone loses someone they care about. He knew that. But why did he have to lose so many? First Tess, then Jessie, and now you. What had he done to deserve this? All he had done was try and protect them.Now you were dying for it.
Request: Anon- Hey do you think you could write something short of the reader freaking out when Patty shoots Harry? Ya know cause he almost dies, but being happy when he lives
Caitlin called you with panic and greif in her voice. Harry had been shot. You dropped your phone and rushed to S.T.A.R. Labs. You looked at his heart monitor. It was fluctuating. No. no no no no. You couldn’t lose him. Not after losing every one else you ever cared about. How was this fair? Who had shot him, and why? Well, that was obvious. He was supposed to be a dead man, but still. He almost never left S.T.A.R. Labs, and when he did he was always with you. This wasn’t adding up. it wasn’t how it was supposed to go. It wasn’t in your plan.
Caitlin was at his side with Jay. They were arguing about how they would save him. Velocity Six, or something like that.
“I don’t care.” You butted in. “If it will save him, then do it. Can’t you see that he’s dying?”
“It doesn’t change the fact that Velocity Six is a mistake. I can’t take it.” Jay said.
“Please, Jay. He’s all I have left. I can’t lose him.”
He looked at you with pity. He sighed and agreed. You watched with baited breath as Jay pulled the bullet out of Harry’s chest. You let out the breath you had been holding once you saw that he was going to be okay. Jay looked like he was dying inside. You felt that way when you learned Harry had been shot. Jay left the room, leaving just you, Caitlin, and an unconscious Harrison.
“Who shot him?” You asked quietly.
“What?”
“Who did it? Who shot him?”
“Patty. Why?”
“Why?”
“She’s a cop, he’s a wanted dead guy. What other explanation do you need?”
“You’re right. I’m just glad he’s going to be okay.”
“Me too. I’ll leave the two of you alone.”
You sat at his bedside and took his hand.
“I can’t believe I almost lost you. And to know that one day, I’m going to lose you to Earth-2… I can’t take that. I can’t lose someone else I care about. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you. You won’t be able to hear me. I’m… I’m just so relieved to see you alive.” You closed your eyes and rested your head next to him. “I… I love you.”
“I love you, too, (Y/N).” Harrison said weakly.
You looked up at him and laughed, sniffing.
“I would jump up and kiss you, but I’m afriad I’ll tear out your stitches.”
“I will settle for a small kiss. No jumping.”
“Agreed.” You pressed your lips against his lightly. “I’ll let you rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight.”
request: Anon- harrison-2 x reader//where reader just lost their recent memories of falling in love w harrison-2((along w everything else that happened in that time span)) and harrison-2 is torn up abt it
Harry paced around the bed. Caitlin was doing her best to keep your vitals stable, but they were still fluctuating. Harry cursed once again his technology background, Maybe if he had decided on biochemistry he could do something now.
“How is she, is she going to be okay?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know. There’s nothing more that I can do for her. Zoom really messed her up. She’s in bad shape.”
“Then please tell me, Miss Snow, what exactly is the point of you?” Harry whirled on her, his anger evident in his features.
Caitlin met his gaze. “It’s up to her now, Dr. Wells.”
Caitlin stormed out of the room. Harrison felt terrible for what he had said to her, but when he looked at you on that hospital bed, attached to all that equipment to stay alive. How could he have let this happen to you? He’d been so focused on Jesse that he hadn’t tried to stop you from investigating the people helping Zoom. You’d gotten too close. He hadn’t been able to help you.
*one month later*
You twitched your finger. Everything around you was black. You could barely feel your arms and legs but they were definitely functioning. Slowly, you tried to take a breath. There was a tube blocking your air, but you could still feel your lungs filling up with oxygen. Had you been in a coma? You started to choke on the machinery. You opened your eyes and saw Caitlin coming towards you. She unhooked all of the equipment. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to fully regain consciousness. Caitlin ran a series of tests to make sure that all of your mental functions were working. Once she determined you were truly recovered, she went to go fetch someone,
“He’s been waiting for you to wake up ever since your accident.” She said, smiling at you.
You did your best to think back to that night. It all came up blank. In fact, a lot of things were coming up blank. The last thing that you coold remember was Eddie’s funeral. You sat up in your bed. Amnesia. Just one more thing to add to your growing list of problems. Caitlin came back. You were expecting to see Barry. Instead you saw him. Harrison. No. No, no, no he was dead.
“What the hell is he doing here? He’s dead!” You turned to him. “You died! I watched you die!”
“(Y/N), what exactly do you remember?” Caitlin asked,
You explained to her what you remembered. Harrison watched you with sadness and disbelief. That’s what Zoom had done. Somehow, he’d done this. Was it some sort of cruel punishment that he had now taken away two people that he cared about? He had to listen as Earth 2 was once again explained, only this time he had to suffer through being in love with you. Caitlin left the two of you alone to talk.
“So, you and I were, erm, together.” You said, blushing.
“Yeah, yeah, we were. It took you a long time to warm up to me. Of course, I’m not the easiest man to love.”
“I’m not the easiest woman to love.”
“That’s true.” He chuckled. “(Y/N), I’m going to get who did this. Zoom is going to pay. For everything. And maybe in the process, you’ll get your memories back,”
“Maybe.” You agreed half heartedly,
You weren’t even sure if you wanted your memories back, Zoom had attacked you for a reason. Maybe ut was better that you had forgotten it.
Request: Anon- Heloo! I don’t know if your have any requests for this already, but I would love it if you made the next part of the Earth 2 Harry x Earth 2 Reader, or even the Harrison x reader, Either way your awesome and I love your work!
You and the rest of the world sat on the edges of your seats as Harrison turned on the accelerator, There was a whir of metal and you were asfraid it wouldn’t work and something would go wrong. Then Harrison smiled.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s working.” He announced, a grin on his face.
You let out the breath You hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Harrison sat next to you.
“You did it.” You said, leaning into his shoulder.
“No, we did it. None of this would’ve been possible without you by my side, (Y/N).” He kissed the top of your head.
“Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”
“Am I succeeding?”
“Yes, you damn charmer.”
“Language. Look who just walked in.”
Jesse came through the door and saw the two of you. She smiled and walked over. You hugged her.
“So it’s working properly? Even after th set back?” Jesse said, looking over some of the monitors.
“Yeah. If Hartley hadn’t noticed the inconsitent data, then it probably would’ve exploded by now. His quick thinking saved the whole city.” You responded.
Jesse looked more like Harrison than she did like you. She had his eyes and his tendency to go into “work mode” where she’d act like a completely different person. And she was so smart. She’d give Einstein a run for his money. You were so proud of her. She was a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world, Her and Harrison both. You didn’t know what you’d do without them.
“C’mon, guys, let’s go celebrate.” Harrison put his arm over your shoulders. “My treat.”
“Anywhere we go, it’ll probably be on the house. You’ve achieved something they said couldn’t be done/” You joked.
“Then it’s the city’s treat. Either way, I’m taking my two best girls out.”
You wished you had enjoyed the days before the accelerator turned on more. Everything went to shit after that day. Harrison slowly grew more and more distant to you and Jesse. You were more focused on personal projects than your family. Metahumans came into existance, creating new threats and heroes. You did your best to keep up with the new villains crawling out of the woodwork by helping the Flash come up with ways to stop them, which Harrison hated. It was the only thing that you argued about anymore, if you even saw each other. God, how you wished for the old days to come back.
You callibrated the weather wand one more time. Jay was standing next to you, watching and learning so he could fix it himself if he had to.
“All right, there you go. It should work to stop Marco now.” You said, handing it to him.
“Thanks again, (Y/N). I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He responded,
“Fail miserably at your job, I suppose.”
“Probably.”He started to walk away then turned towards you again. “Is something wrong, (Y/N)? Lately you’ve seemed a little out of it.”
“It’s my husband, Nothing you need to be worried about, Jay.”
“You make him better, (Y/N). Just remember that.”
You smiled faintly and turned back to your desk. Some paper rustled as he left. At least you’d invested in paper weights. You were just getting back to work when your intercom pinged. It was Harrison’s assistant telling you that he’d asked to see you. So he couldn’t even say it himself anymore? Grand. You pushed away from your work station. You took your time going to Harrison’s office, expecting another fight about helping Jay. Instead, you got a smiling Harrison holding out a single red rose.
“What’s this for?” You asked, holding it close to your chest.
“An apology for being such a dick towards you lately. I love you and I understand that you want to help in anyway you can, just like I do. Like everyone at S.T.A.R. Labs does, That’s why I fell in love with you in the first place. I would like for you to come out with me tonight. No paperwork, no Flash, no metahumans, just a husband and wife sharing a nice dinner.”
“I’d like that.”
“Fantastic. I’ve made reservations for eight-”
You tuned him out. When you were glancing at the screen, you’d noticed that it was a report on Jesse’s college. You turned up the volume to hear the report. Zoom had attacked the college. Jesse… was she okay? Harrison was already calling her. You could hear him muttering for her to pick up. The camera zoomed in on a phone with Harrison’s face on the caller ID. Your hand covered your mouth as you fell to the floor, a choking sound passing your lips. Harrison crouched behind you, doing his best to comfort you despite his own grief. She was the only one taken. Zoom was targeting your family. Why? What did he possibly have to gain from this?
You and Harrison worked day and night trying to find her. It wasn’t until you discovered the first rift that you got an idea. The Flash from ths world was missing, along with many of the metahumans he had faced. Since Jay Garrick couldn’t help you, then maybe the Flash from another world could.
Request- Anon- Harrison earth 2 being really secretive but after a while of putting up with his silence, you snap at him while cuddling together and he confesses that he started realizing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, jesse, and a couple of kids
You and Harrison had been dating for a few months. When he’d first gotten here, you couldn’t stand him, but you could understand what he was going through. His daughter had been kidnapped. Shortly after he confessed to trying to steal Barry’s speed, against your better judgement, you asked him to coffee. Coffee turned into dinner, dinner turned into lunches. It turned out to be one of the better relationships that you had ever had, even if he insisted on keeping things from you.
You had gotten Jessie back. What did he have to hide?
You walked into S.T.A.R. Labs’s cortex. Harry was leaning over a screen. You wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Hey you.” You said. “What are you working on?”
“Hey. Your version of S.T.A.R. Labs isn’t energy effecient. I’m working on some algorithms to fix that.” He responded without looking up from his screen.
“Well, when you’re done with that, I’ve arranged a dinner for us. Rooftop picnic.” He nodded. “Right then, I’ll leave you to it.”
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You didn’t bother lighting candles. Or even bringing them. Even though the air was warm, there was still enough wind to blow them out. You adorned the table with a simple black table cloth. It was perfect. You sighed, proud of your work. This was going to be great. Your plan was to get Harrison just drunk enough to actually talk to you. You didn’t even feel bad. Not really. Only a little.
You shook your head. Your mind was made up. Harry arrived on time. He looked a little tired, but his eyes lit up when he saw you. Your heart fluttered.
“This is wonderful, (Y/N). Thank you.” He said, kissing you gently.
“It’s nothing.”
The rest of the night was spent with you giving him glasses of wine and you waiting patiently for him to get to the point were he would spill his guts. After two bottles, you decided it was time to ask.
“Okay, Harry, there’s another reason I brought you here. I wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. It’s just… lately you’ve been more secretive than usual. I was wondering what was going on.”
Phew. You got it out. Hard part was over. Right?
Wrong.
“Why?” He asked.
“Why? Maybe because we’re dating now.”
“Does that mean that I’m not entitled to privacy anymore?”
“What? No! No, of course not. I would just like to know what’s going on with you.”
“And I’d like to keep it to myself. I’m sorry, but I don’t really talk about everything.”
“I know.” You sighed. “Let’s go. We don’t have this place for much longer anyway.”
It was a silent ride back. A silent, awkward ride. When you got home, you both went straight to bed. You knew it was bad to go to bed angry, but you didn’t really care. Not right now. You back was turned to Harrison. You thought that maybe he was right. Maybe you should let it go and give him what he wanted. You didn’t think about it much before you fell asleep.
You woke up before Harrison. He was still facing away from you. You sat up and moved to get out of bed. Harry grabbed your arm and stopped you from leaving.
“A house.” He mumbled.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m picturing a house. Maybe a dog or two. You and me, Jessie, a kid of our own.”
“Really?” You laid back on the bed and faced him. You were nose to nose. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
He nodded. “And it terrifies me. I don’t know if I told you this, but I’m not exactly a fan of kids. Of course, I love Jessie. more than anything, but when I married my late wife I didn’t want kids. Never did. It’s a little scary for me to picture myself in a life that doesn’t revolve around work.”
“Thank you for finally telling me.”
“I… I love you, (Y/N).”
You blushed. “I love you too.”
Sentence Prompt: @silverwingedfox “I thought you forgot about me” “never” any Harrison would be fine for this 1
You walked through S.T.A.R. Labs with a tablet of data in your hands. For several months, Harrison had been gone. You saw him once, briefly after Christmas, but he was gone almost as soon as he was here. He never even told you where he was going. It didn’t help that you were supposed to be running the business while he was gone. It was slowly driving you insane. Before he had left, he had said he loved you. The next day, he was gone. That kind of stuff tended to mess with people’s heads.
You closed your eyes and took a breath. It had been months. Zoom had spent most of that time terrorising the city, but now he was gone. Things were finally getting back to normal. Except for one thing. You couldn’t focus on that now. You had to keep S.T.A.R. Labs running, against all odds. It was your duty. Harrison had always told you that work had to be a priority to get anywhere. Of course, he’d said the same thing about family. About you.
Dammit. four minutes without thinking about him. Well, at least it was a record for you. You walked to Harrison’s office. You’d taken up shop here. It seemed like the best place to be if you were supposed to be in charge. Plus, it had the best sound system in the joint. A prototype Harrison had been developing that he “dropped”. You doubted that was the whole story. There were three screens that were tuned to the news channels. You generally kept them turned off so you wouldn’t have to see the carnage that was Central City, but it was getting better. Harrison was always watching the news whenever you had come to see him before.
Two minutes this time.
You put the tablet on the glass desk and turned on the computer. There were a few status reports and budget extension requests that you had to look at before you went home for the night. There were so many. You had to pick the one project that S.T.A.R. Labs would be working on for the next year. You had no idea what you were doing. You were a technology major, but you didn’t hold a candle Harrison. He was a genius and you were just… mediocre. You had absolutely zero ideas about what to pick.
“You know, this place has never been in better shape.” A familiar voice said.
You turned around, not wanting to believe it. He was really here. Harrison. You smiled and ran to him, practically throwing your arms around his neck. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes.
“I thought you’d forgotten about me.” You whispered.
“Never.” He said to you. “When I left here, I told you I loved you. I wasn’t lying.”
“You never do.”
“Exactly.” He rested his forehead against yours. “Let me take you out for a real date.”
“As long as it’s not Big Belly Burger, I’m game.”
“Agreed.”
Request: Anon- Could you do a E2!Harrison/male reader interaction please? Pre-emptive thank you!
You walked through the cortex. How long had it been since Harrison had left? You’d lost track. You missed waking up next to him. He had never even said where he was going, he just left. It honestly hurt you. A lot more than you cared to admit. Still, you were in charge of S.T.A.R. Labs in his absence, and you weren’t going to let anything distract you from that. You signed for a project someone wanted to do and made your way to the office. If Harry wasn’t here then you were going to be sure that his office looked a little different. Just enough to annoy him when he got back. You sat down in his rolly chair and spun around.
“You can be such a child when you get bored.” You spun around. Harrison was leaning against the door frame.
“You son of a-” You ran to hug him. He smiled. “I was beginning to fear you wouldn’t come back.”
“I could never leave behind my best guy.” He kissed you.
You let out a sigh of relief. “Finally, I can get rid of all of this stress. I don’t know how you do it all the time.”
“I’ve got a great stress reliever.” He joked.
“I’m still mad at you. Where the hell were you?”
“Earth Prime. They helped me get back Jessie.”
“Jessie’s back? Where is she?”
“She’s at home, resting. We can go see her in a little while, don’t worry. I just had to see you as soon as possible.”
You let out a sigh of relief that had been building up for months. You had come to see Jessie like your own daughter, really ever since you had started seeing Harrison. Knowing that she was safe was something that you had needed almost as much as you needed Harrison. Him leaving had made you realise that. You weren’t letting him go anytime soon. Or ever, really.
Request: Anon- Harrison x Male!Reader, Reader is a nerd and recognises Harrison in public (Harribard or E2, up to you)? Thanks again!
You weren’t sure why you left your house that day. It was more out of an extreme need for some sort of food other than crisps. There was no way that it was healthy for you to be eating all of that. You had rolled out of your nice little hole, leaving behind your work and laptop to get something semi-healthy to eat. Something that went well with tea. Maybe just tea. Tea sounded fantastic. You sighed and looked at your wallet. You most definitely were only getting tea.
You knew there was a coffee shop around here somewhere. After a few turns, you were certain that you were completely lost and nowhere near where you were trying to go. Wasn’t there supposed to be a coffee shop on every corner? Where were all of the cliches? Why had you been lied to for so long in movies and books? Damn the media.
So. Here you were, completely lost and confused. How had this happened to you? Were you really that clumsy. Well, at least you could use S.T.A.R. Labs as a reference to where you were. You could always tell based on how far away it was and what direction it was facing. You used to have a huge crush on the director, Harrison Wells. Not that he would go for guys. He had a daughter and whenever he was on the news, there was some woman with him. You were certain that you were just fooling yourself, but you had still learned all about S.T.A.R. Labs. That information was going to come in handy for once. You looked over at the building and wondered what Dr. Wells would be doing. Probably something important. You had bought his book and read it at least one hundred times.
You shook your head. At least you knew how to get home now. You turned on your heel and started to walk away. You looked at your feet while you were walking, strangely interested by the way your laces were starting to fray. You were so entranced that you accidentally walked into someone.
“Sorry!” You said, shaking your head again to get rid of the fog and looked up to see who you had run into so you could make a proper apology.
No.
No. This wasn’t happening
This was not happening.
You did not just run into Harrison Wells.
He was so much more attractive in person. And tall. You were a few inches shorter than he was. He was in a black turtleneck and dark jeans and just all around hot like you had hoped he would be. He didn’t even look annoyed that you had just blundered into him like an idiot.
“I, uh, erm, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You were starting to stammer.
“Ah, it was my fault. I was just standing here asking to get hit by someone. Don’t feel bad about it.”
“Sorry, it’s just you, you’re Harrison Wells!” Why were you still apologising? You had to snap out of this! “I’m a huge fan of your work! I mean, your theories on particle accelerators is so riveting, even for a layman.”
“Oh? You read my book?”
“Only about a thousand times!”
Wait, what happened to a hundred?
“Really? That’s… something.”
Now you had creeped him out. Good job, (Y/N). You mentally kicked yourself.
“Well, I have a lot of free time.” Yeah, that helped.
“Hey, if you need something clarified, here.” He handed you a card. A business card with his name and everything. “My personal number’s on the back. Feel free to call me if you need help from an expert.”
He winked and walked away. He winked and walked away. You stared dumbfounded as he left. You flipped the card over. Written in neat pen were seven numbers. You could feel yourself growing faint.
And craving tea.
Request: Anon: Hi can you do one with Harrison Wells Earth 2 with this line: Love is stupid. The reader confessed her feelings to Harrison Wells 2, but he rejects her because he is prioritising finding Jesse before his feelings. This hurts the reader, and she becomes cold towards him. When they find Jesse the reader puts her life on the line to protect Jesse and he thanks her for it. She just says “Jesse is important to you”. He begs her to give him a chance and make it up to her to which she agrees. Thanks!
You knew that you had to do this. Harrison had been here for a few months and you had been working closely with him. Over that time, you had started to fall for him, hard and fast. There was just something about him that drew you in. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had to tell him. It wasn’t fair not to say anything and it was slowly driving you insane. You were having a hard time focusing on work, and you were pretty sure that he felt at least similarly to you. At least, all of the signs pointed towards it. You had to say something, and it was now or never.
You walked into the room. Harry was bent over a table, looking at some papers. You knocked at the archway. He looked up at you. Something was clearly bothering him. You were sure that it was Jesse. You sighed. Your mind had been made up. You had to do this.
“(Y/N), what are you doing here so late?” He asked, barely looking up to acknowledge you.
“I, well, I could ask you the same thing. You should get some rest, you know.” You said, almost chickening out.
You had to stop that immediately.
“I can’t. Not until she’s safe.”
“I know. You’re always… well, you’re a great dad, you know? She’s lucky to have someone that cares so much about her.”
“But she needed someone to protect her.”
You closed your eyes. You had to say something. It was now or never.
You sat next to Harry. “You know, you have people that care about you, too.” You took a deep breath. “People… people like me.”
He finally looked away from his papers. His hands were shaking, but he still wasn’t looking at you.
“I wish you hadn’t of said that.” His voice was quiet. “Love is stupid, (Y/N). I just need to save Jesse.”
“I…” You backed away from him. “I understand.”
You had nothing else to say. Once you were far away from him and that room, you fell against the wall. You could feel hot tears running down your cheeks. How could you have been so stupid as to… as to think that he could possibly…
You had nothing else to say anymore. You were done with this. With him.
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That had been a long time ago. Ever since then, you had been avoiding Harrison. You couldn’t very well do that now. You were on Earth-2, just minutes away from getting Jesse back. You had promised to help him, and you always kept your promises.
Things weren’t going as smoothly as you had hoped. Zoom was a lot more powerful than you had expected. Granted, you didn’t really have any powers, so any metahuman was more powerful than you. Still. You had made a promise. You were never going to break it. Harrison wasn’t too far off, fallen on the ground. You knelt next to him. His gun was on the ground. You cursed under your breath and grabbed the large gun. Harrison grabbed your arm.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?!” He asked, trying to stop you.
“I’m saving Jesse.” You said simply.”She’s important to you.”
You held up the gun and pointed it at Zoom. You were surprised at how easily you were able to hold the thing up. You fired off a warning shot. Zoom took one look at you and laughed. He ran toward you and you could practically see your life flashing before your eyes. You were sure that you were going to die. At least you had maybe helped Harrison get his daughter back. As he was running towards you, Killer Frost used her powers to stop him. The group took the time to run away, with Jesse in tow. Harrison took your arm and held on as you left. Barry, Earth Prime Barry, helped everyone to get away.
You all managed to get through the breach in time, thankfully. Jesse was safe and that was what was important in the end.
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You walked through S.T.A.R. Labs, Even with all these people here, you had never felt more alone. Jesse had thanked you once for helping to save her. Apparently, Harry had told her all about it. Not that you cared, or anything, it was just a nice thought, you supposed. Harry had made himself very clear on what he thought about all of this. About what he thought of you. You made it a point now that he had Jesse back to avoid being alone with him. You were rarely in the Cortex because of it. Still, it gave you time to work on other things. Important things. Important things not involving thinking about or working with Harry in any way, shape, or form. Clearly.
Obviously.
Right?
You stopped outside of the room he was staying in. Maybe you should have stopped to say hello. It would be the polite thing to do, wouldn’t it? No, you had to not do that and continue on your way to somewhere else. Anywhere else. You started walking again.
“(Y/N), is that you?” It was Harrison.
No, it was clearly someone else. Maybe if you didn’t say anything, he would just go away.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
Damn. You weren’t quick enough. You wished that you had Barry’s speed.
“About what?” You said rather coldly, turning around to face him with a blank face. It was the only way that you could hide the pain you felt when he was around.
“About what you said. Before I, well, we, got Jesse.” He put his hand on your shoulder.
“And what was that? Please enlighten me.”
“When you said you cared about me. I’m talking about that.”
“And you told me that love is stupid and you wanted nothing to do with me?”
“I never said that I wanted nothing to do with you. That’s the opposite of what I want.”
“I..”
“Give me a second chance, please, (Y/N).”
“Why? Why should I?” You asked, meeting his eyes for the first time since the conversation began.
“Because I care about you. And then, I was too worried about Jesse to be worried about how I felt about you. And I’m sorry for what I said. I truly am.” You stayed silent. “Please say something. I’m very close to begging you for a second chance, (Y/N).”
“There’s something I would enjoy to see.” You suppressed a smile.
“Please don’t.”
“Oh yes. Please, Harry. Demonstrate to me how you would have continued to ask me for a second chance. It’s very important, for research into how your mind works.”
“Don’t make me do this.” He sighed.
“Well, how else can I forgive you?” You continued to suppress your smile. “You were kind of awful, even if it was for Jesse.”
He got onto his knees and took your hands. “Please, (Y/N), by anything you believe in, please give me a second chance. Since you first spoke about quantum theory and tachyons, I have wanted to ask you on a date and now I have almost everything that I need. Everything except for you.”
“All right, all right! You can get up.” You helped him to his feet.
“So, will you go on a date with me?”
“As long as it’s not to Big Belly Burger.”
“Anywhere you want. I promise no Big Belly Burger.”
Any Harrison
A/N You can see this as either earth 2 or eobard. I can’t decide, personally, because they’re both so amazing. I blame Tom. And his stupid beautiful face. UGH. Anyway, I wrote this because I’m sick and I had a weird dream where one of the Harrisons took care of me, so I am now passing that on to you all. Enjoy!
You coughed once as you walked into the cortex. Little did you know that cough was the beginning of a pretty gnarly cold. You worked for as long as you could while coughing before Cisco got worried.
“Are you feeling all right, (Y/N)?” He asked, placing a hand on my forehead.
“Yeah, i feel fine. Why?” You asked, coughing once more.
“You’ve been coughing quite a bit recently. Caitlin and I have started to worry.”
“Well, don’t. It takes a lot to make me sick.”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it.” He sighed and went back to his own work.
You sniffed and turned to your monitor. You were positive you weren’t sick, besides the small cough and itchy throat.You hadn’t been sick in over 6 years and you weren’t intending to start now. Of course, your immune system had other plans. By the end of the day, you had a steady stream of coughs and sneezes going on.
“What are you doing?” Harrison asked, shaking his head. “Go home, you’re obviously sick.”
“Is that an order, Dr. Wells?”
“You can consider it one, now go.”
You grumbled about not being able to finish your work and went home like they wanted, It gave you more free time to curl up under a nice blanket and read a good book (A/N or write fanfics, in my case) or catch up on some of your shows on Netflix. Either way, it would be nice to have some time off. You dropped your bag and jacket on the dining room table, adding to the mess of papers scattered across it. You had been meaning to clean up, but every time you started, some other great idea came into your head and you had to write it down, adding to the never ending cycle of papers. It wasn’t like you were having any company over. You laid down on your couch and fell asleep watching Breaking Bad.
You woke up to a knocking on your door. When you stood up, you had a dizzy spell, causing you to lean against your wall before steadying yourself. You opened the door and saw Harrison standing there. He held up a bowl of soup.
“I bring a peace offering.”
“Gee, thanks. Which fast food place did you get that from?”
“The one on 43rd and Washington”
“Never heard of it.”
“Well, it’s great anyway. I figured… you probably didn’t have anyone to take care of you, and I don’t really feel like going home to an empty house, so I figured, why not?”
“Thanks.” You invited him inside. “But it’s not my fault if you get sick.”
“I will take that chance.” He chuckled.
You went back to the couch and curled up under your blanket again while Harrison set out two bowls of soup. You watched some science-y show that was on the History Channel. You joked with Harrison about not being able to get away from work even on sick days. You eventually fell asleep against his shoulder. You didn’t even notice when he picked you up and carried you into your room.
You woke up again in the middle of the night with a fever. Harrison was still there. He placed a cold cloth on your forehead and gave you some NyQuil. You eventually drifted back into a sleep riddled with fever dreams. Harrison stayed with you the whole night, making sure that your fever stayed down and that you were hydrated.
“If you’re not careful, (Y/N), you might have to take another sick day. Then we would all miss your charms.”
Set Up: It’s before the particle accelerator explosion. Harrison (or Eobard) has been invited to a charity gala and asks you to come with him. He then proceeds to impress you with his sick waltzing skills
Please listen to this while reading to get that waltz-y feel
You paced around your flat in the gown you were planning to wear. Your hair was hanging down on your shoulders. You thought it was too much of a hassle to put it up in some fancy way for a benefit that you weren’t technically invited to. Harrison had invited you a week earlier. You had immediately agreed because you had had a crush on him for ages. There was a knock on your door. You went to answer it as quickly as you could in the shoes you were wearing. Harrison was standing there in a tux, looking amazing. You were sure you paled in comparison. He smiled at you crookedly.
“You look breathtaking, miss (Y/L/N).” He said, giving you a once over.
“Please, just (Y/N), Dr. Wells.” You insisted.
“In that case, please call me Harrison.”
“Okay then, Harrison it is.”
He held out his arm to you. “Shall we?”
Harrison led you down to a car he had ordered. It really seemed like he was going all out for this. He opened the door for you with a slight bow.
“My lady.” He said mockingly, raising an eyebrow.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
He helped you into the car, getting in behind you. Harrison pulled a bottle of champagne from a small cooler and poured two glasses, offering one to you.
“Isn’t there going to be champagne at this thing?” You asked, taking a sip.
“Definitely, but you should never go to charity event 100% sober. They’re more fun that way.”
“Ah, you obviously haven’t tried the ballroom dancing.”
“I don’t dance.”
“That’s half the fun, Harrison!”
“Maybe I just haven’t found the right partner yet.” Harrison smiled at you.
“Maybe.”
The two of you talked some more on the ride over. The topic turned to the particle accelerator. It was the whole reason that you were going to the gala in the first place. There were so many things to be learned once it was turned on. You felt so honoured to be a part of the team building it. That was how you had met Harrison in the first place. He had hired you about a month after S.T.A.R. Labs first opened, along with Hartley. He treated you both as proteges and you both developed a crush on him. Hartley was fired a little under a week ago. You won, in your eyes.
The building hosting the gala came into sight. The driver pulled in front. Cameras flashed as Harrison stepped out of the vehicle. You weren’t ready for the flashing lights when Harrison helped you out of the car. The press asked him a few questions about the accelerator and if he was worried about any malfunctions. He assured them that everything was running smoothly and if they suspected a chance of failure, everyone at S.T.A.R. Labs would ask for a delay in turning it on. You answered only a few of the technical questions. Harrison tried his best to get into the building quickly.
“Well, that was quite the roller coaster.” He sighed, loosening his bow tie a little.
You chuckled. You went inside with Harrison. He was greeted by the people hosting the event and a few investors. You stood by awkwardly, smiling at people you had never met before and would probably never see again. You were glad when you were able to get to a semi open space with Harrison.
“Are you okay, (Y/N)? You seem a bit flustered.” Harrison said.
“Yeah, I’m just not used to things like this.” You replied, taking a deep breath.
“I think I know something that will make you feel better. I’ll be right back”
He went over the the quartet that was playing music. He whispered something into the first violinist’s ear. She nodded and told the other three players. He came back to you and held out his hand as Antonin Dvorak’s (pronounced De-vor-jak) Tempo Di Valse Second Movement started playing.
“I thought you couldn’t dance.” You said as he took you to the dance floor.4
“Just because I choose not to dance doesn’t mean I can’t dance.” He responded.
You were surprised at how well his hand fit in yours. He lead you into a waltz, moving like an expert dancer would have. He moved smoothly, taking you along for the ride of a dance you didn’t know. The entire room focused on the two of you. Eventually, more people joined in, filling the floor with couples. The song was over far too soon and you were out of breath.
“That was amazing.” you breathed.
“Thank you.” He smiled. “I learned that in Starling City when I was younger.”
“You didn’t forget it, that much is obvious. I could barely keep up with you.”
“You’re a natural.”
The rest of the night, you and Harrison talked about yourselves and less about work. He took you home at the end of the night and walked you up to your flat. You two stopped at your door.
“i had a lot of fun tonight, Harrison. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Please, (Y/N), I should be thanking you for coming. You made this evening memorable, to say the least. Goodnight.” He kissed your cheek and left.
You leaned against your door and went inside. Yes, tonight was certainly one you would never forget.
A/N Happy Valentine’s Day! A cute one shot, as you have probably been expecting. I hope yu realise that I am blowing off my partner for you nerds. Well, that’s partly true. I’m on the phone with him now. He’s not happy that I’m writing. I don’t care. I’m gonna stop rambling about my life now. Enjoy the one shot.
You were at S.T.A.R. Labs. In all honesty, it wasn’t your ideal Valentine’s Day, but the Particle Accelerator took precedence over a date with Harisson. Normally, a relationship with the head of the labs where someone was working was at the least frowned upon. That’s why you were glad to be working as a consultant. Your technical degree put you in high demand. Harrison hired you and soon after the two of you started dating. You stayed on past your end date to be closer to Harrison and avoid leaving Central City for as long as possible. You had talked about today and decided not to make any major plans. You had to admit you were a little disappointed. You’d been looking forward to spending the day with him. You were alone in the small office Harrison had set up for you, hunched over a microscope inspecting the metal sheet they were hoping to use for the accelerator. Someone covered your eyes. Harrison. You could feel his breath on your neck.
“Guess who?” He asked.
“Ewan McGregor.” You joked.
“Close. It’s another wise mentor, only I make Science Fiction reality.” Harison reponded, turning your chair to face him. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
He kissed you lightly, leaning heavily on the arms of your chair. He pulled away, looking at you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N). C’mon, We have places to be.”
“What are you talking about? I thought we were keeping today small.”
“Well, I lied. Grab your coat. We’re leaving early.”
“Can we do that?”
“I’m the boss. We can do whatever we want.”
He held out his hand to you. You smiled and took it greatfully, surprisingly happy to get out of the office. You had no idea where you were going. The only thing you knew was that Harrison had pulled out all of the stops, renting a limo with champagne. You did feel a little underdressed for the car, but Harrison was wearing his usual black jeans and a black shirt. He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat. Despite your best attempts, Harrison would give nothing away about what he had planned. You eventually gave up, content to just cuddle with Harry in the back of a limo with a glass of champagne. The limo eventually stopped outside of a small restaurant just outside of Central City. You eyed it suspiciously.
“Where are we?” You asked.
“You don’t recognise it?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s disappointing. This, my dear, is where we had our first date. Official date, anyway. You, of course, were drunk. That’s probably why you don’t remember. but I do. It was very romantic and nice.”
“Wait. Wait, something’s coming back to me. We danced and then I threw up on your shoes.”
“I hated those shoes anyway. I figured it was time for date 2.0. This time with less intoxication.”
You laughed and agreed. Tom took your arm and lead you inside. He had made a reservation. After dinner, you danced a little. After dancing, you went back to his house. You were always surprised by how extravagent it was. He got you a glass of scotch and you sat on the couch. He rubbed your shoulders.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Request: Anon- Can I request just some cute pillow talk between Harrison & the reader with the reader laying on his chest..
You woke up from one of the best sleeps you had had in a long time. Your arm stretched across Harrison’s chest. Your head was resting under his chin, You snuggled closer, keeping your eyes closed. You let out a relieved sigh and looked up at Harrison. He was smiling at you, playing with your hair.
“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” He said,
“You’re nice.” You hid your face.
He pulled your chin up to look at him. “I mean it,” He sighed. “How have we not done this sooner?”
“Life comes up everytime we got close.”
“Thank God life took the day off.” He chuckled.
Harrison wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. He ran his thumb on your shoulder, making swirling patterns.
“I’m really lucky to have you, (Y/N). I ahven’t really, erm, been with anyone since Tess, and I don’t know… it’s like there’s something drawing us together.”
“I’ve felt that too. I can’t really describe it, but ever since I met you. this is all I have wanted for us.” You laughed. “So, what do we do now?”
“Pfft, you’re probably better at pillow talk than I am. What do normal people talk about?”
“Hm, the future, sometimes is a good talk.”
“Anything but that.”
“All right then. Compliments, but I think we’ve got that one out of the way. About our day, but of course, that just started for us.”
“Okay, I get it. How about… how you’re eyes are shining? You are absolutely radiant.”
“Back to compliments, I see.”
“I don’t think I was off of compliments.”
You blushed a deep shade of red.
“Don’t even get me started on your blush.”
“Shut up.” You kissed him lightly.
He flipped you over. “Ready for round two, I see.”
“Only if you are.”
Request: Anon- (Because this is happening to me right now) request for Harrison wells trying to get the reader to get some sleep and stop stressing over late night work thank you and thank your awesome stories ❤️❤️❤️
You sat on the couch, your laptop in front of you. There was way too much work to be done and you honestly didn’t trust anyone else to do it properly. You’d been taught from a young age that you had to do things for yourself. No one else was going to do it for you. You were getting more and more frustrated. The numbers were wrong, The data made no sense to you. You groaned in frustration and started searching for the discrepancy. Harrison came into the room and saw you working. He looked at his watch.
“Hey, (Y/N), you know it’s midnight, right? You don’t have to keep working,” He said, sitting next to you.
“I need to get this data in by the morning. Someone somewhere messed up. I’ve gotta fix it.” You responded, not looking at him.
“Considering that I’m your boss, I think it can wait until morning.”
“Favouritism, darling.”
“No, I’m just trying to make sure that my lovely fiancee doesn’t kill herself before our wedding. And that means sleep.”
Harison pulled the laptop away from you. Like a child, you reached out for it. He made sure the data was saved and closed the computer. holding it above your head. You cursed your shortness,
“You can get this back in the morning. After you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep. This info can wait for 8 hours. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re not that kind of doctor, Harrison.”
“Well, for all intents and purposes, I am now. Go to bed.”
You got up in defeat and went into the bedroom. You saw Harrison smile and put the laptop on the table. You crawled under the covers. After a few minutes, Harrison joined you, You curled up next to him. Definitely better than work.
Request: Anon- Harrison & Reader have a child with his beautiful eyes? Fluff galore please! 💕
“What are we gonna name her?” Harrison asked you, his hand resting on your belly.
“How the hell should I know? I wasn’t planning on this. I’ve got absolutely no names prepared.”
“How about Tabitha?”
“Oh, God no. That’s as bad as Tiberius or Leonard.”
“(Y’N) Jr.”
“Suck up. How does Ashley sound? Ash for short.”
“I love it. See, you’re much better at this than me.”
“Yeah, I know.” You chuckled.
Harrison kissed you lightly. His phone rang. He let out a frustrated sigh and answered it with an angry what. He sighed again as he hung up and gave you a kiss goodbye. He had to go to the office and fix a mistake someone had made on the particle accelerator.
*In the delivery room*
“One more push, c’mon, (Y/N)!” Harrison said.
He was squeezing your hand more than you were squeezing his. You gave one final push and she was out. Harrison cut the umbilical cord and the doctors cleaned her off. He held onto her closely. You doubted that he would ever let her go. He put her carefully into your outstretched arms. She looked at you with bright blue eyes that matched Harrison’s exactly. They held the same sense of laughter and wiseness. She was the most beautiful thing that you had ever seen. Harrison sat next to you on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself fall asleep with little Ashley in your arms.
*2 months later*
You walked into the nursery. Harrison was sitting in the rocking chair with your baby in his arms. He was softly cooing at her. You smiled and leaned against the door frame.
“It’s nice to get away from the office and see her, isn’t it?” You said.
“”It feels like I haven’t seen you all in ages.”
“That’s because it’s been ages, Harry. It’s hard being a father and the CEO of Central City’s largest scientific operation. I understand.”
“There’s nothing more important than you two, My lights in the darkness.”
Harrison stood up and gently placed your daughter in the crib, He walked to you and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around him. You did wish that he was home more often, but the moments that you did have were perfect, like this one. You pressed your lips against his. He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours. You looked into his bright blue eyes. You loved his eyes. It always looked like he was laughing at his own joke, which he did quite often. It was the first thing that you fell in love with about him. You were so happy that Ash had the same eyes.
His phone rang. He silenced it. You looked at him in surprise.
“What? I am physically capable of staying away from S.T.A.R. Labs, y’know.”
“Even with the accelerator turning on in 4 days?”
“Yes, because I have to take care of my two girls.”
“We can take care of ourselves.”
“Well, you don’t have to. You’ll never be alone. Not on my watch.”
Ash started to cry. Automatically, you started to walk to her crib. Harrison stopped you.
“I’ve got this. You go get some rest. You’ve long since earned it.”
You smiled again and watched Harrison with her. Your perfect family.
Request: @silverwingedfox - Insecure meta who hates her powers, any Harrison would do fine. Fluff preferably. Sorry if this kinda suck I’m not the best at requests
You walked through the town with headphones over your ears. It wasn’t to listen to music. It was to help block out the sounds of the city. When the particle accelerator exploded, you were effected, but not in a good way. You were cursed with enhanced hearing. It may sound cool at first, but you don’t get to chose what you hear. It’s like having the world’s worst hang over for the rest of your life. You were learning to control it and tune out some sounds, but the headphones were still a must. They were specially developed to make you hear like everyone else. You hated it. You didn’t want this. Any of it. Your powers weren’t even useful. You felt like you didn’t belong anywhere.
Maybe you were right.
You came into S.T.A.R. Labs. The team was already there. You smiled at them and sat in a chair kind of far away from the others. It wasn’t like you couldn’t hear them just fine. Harrison told the others to leave and he came over to you.
“All right, take off the headphones.” He said. You shook your head. “Please?”
“Well, since you never say please…” You careful took of the headphones and hung them around your neck, wincing at the heightened sounds.
He took your hands in his. “What can I do to make it better?”
“Nothing.” You said. “Would you mind whispering? It sounds like your screaming.”
He nodded. “(Y/N), please. Let me do something. Anything.”
You knew what you wanted, but you were afraid to admit it to him. But you trusted Harrison more than anything. “I want someone to find a way to get rid of my powers.”
“(Y/N)-”
“I know. It’s not possible. But anything would be better than this.”
“Do you remember where we found you?” He said. You nodded. “In a ditch, cowering as far into the country as you could possibly get. It was by complete coincidence that we found you. I may not believe in fate, but I don’t think that things just happen, either. I think we found you for a reason.”
“And what reason could that possibly be? I can’t do anything. I might as well not even exist.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that.” He rested his forehead against yours. You could clearly hear his breathing. “This team wouldn’t be the same without you, or your powers. You can hear things even over Barry’s intercom. Do you know how many times you’ve saved his life?” You shook your head. “Yeah, well, neither does he, so that’s a good thing.”
“I guess.”
“Yeah? Well, I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get out of you by talking.” He sighed. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. “Do you see now that you’re a part of this team?” You nodded. “Good. C’mon, I think the guys have another mission for us.”
Hannibal One Shot
You walked over to Hannibal. You could hardly believe what had happened. This was completely outrageous. You were feeling rather monstrous. You knew that Hannibal could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean that he had to. You couldn’t believe that Tobias had tried to kill Hannibal. Honestly. Hannibal had killed Tobias and he seemed completely shaken up by it. He told you that he was taking some time off of work. You were heading to his house to do… something. You felt absolutely useless at home doing nothing. You used your key to unlock the door.
You were half expecting to see Hannibal sitting on his couch with a book. Instead, he was in his kitchen cooking. He had been stabbed in the leg! He should have been resting!
“What are you doing?” You asked incredulously. “Why aren’t you resting?!”
“Ah, (Y/N). I thought you might be coming and I couldn’t have you coming over here and not eat something. I decided to make something quickly.” He responded with a small smile.
“Wh- but but your leg! You’re hurt!”
He looked at his leg and shrugged. “It really wasn’t that bad. He missed anything that could have hurt me.”
“Hannibal, you have to take care of yourself.”
“If I’m busy taking care of myself then I can’t take care of you, and that would be rather rude, wouldn’t it?”
He did hate being rude… and you couldn’t really expect for him to not cook. It was his passion. And you didn’t need to- what were you thinking? You were not going to take this from him.
“No, it wouldn’t be. It would be far ruder of you to not let me take care of you. Now, go sit down. I’m finishing this meal.”
He smirked. “So forceful, (Y/N). All right, I will oblige.”
He sat in the armchair he had in his kitchen for some reason and watched as you skillfully finished the meal. Dating Hannibal had it’s perks. You had learned a lot about the culinary arts. Plus, Hannibal was still giving you tips on what to add and how long to cook some things. You helped him into the dining room despite his protests and set the table. The meal was delicious.
“Thank you, (Y/N). This was a lovely meal.” Hannibal said, walking over to you and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re welcome. Now go do something that doesn’t require you to be standing.”
He bowed and walked away. You smiled. You had done your part.
Random One Shots
Request: Anon- Hey can you write a oneshot where the team is really close to Y/N on Earth 1, but when they go to Earth 2 they find out she either hasn’t met their Earth 2 versions or has met them but died? Or maybe the other way around if you want. Thx
You walked through S.T.A.R. Labs. While Harrison was gone doing… whatever it was he was doing, you were in charge. You held the files and signed a few papers. That was pretty much it. As you entered Harrison’s office, you were shocked to see him and two other men there. You sized the other two up. You recognised them from.. somewhere, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. You shook it from your mind and set the files on Harrison’s desk.
“Good to see you back, Dr. Wells. I hope your trip was, well, whatever you were looking for. I’ve been taking care of everything while you were gone.” You said.
“(Y/N)?” The taller of the two strangers said, looking at you in awe.
“I’m sorry, do we know each other?”
“I- erm, no. No, we don’t. I, uhm, read about you, In the news. Barry Allen.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Thank you, miss (Y/L/N). That’ll be all. I’m sure you have some of your own projects to work on.” Harrison said, looking at the files.
“Of course, sir. I’ll just be going.”
***
Harrison watched her go and sighed.
“She doesn’t know us.” Barry said, shocked.
“I don’t know how you’re surprised. She’s not the (Y/N) from your earrh. They’re not even the same person.” Harrison responded.
“Yeah, well, you’d know, wouldn’t you?”
“Very funny, Allen.” Harrison sighed. “I am being serious, though. She never met your doppelgangers and she probably never will. So let’s keep it that way, shall we?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just… seeing her, after Zoom killed her on our earth.. it hurts.” Cisco said, crossing his arms.
“She’s not the same person. These people here, they don’t know you. They are completely separate entities. Just remember that, Ramon.”
Request- @ccorpuz1214 - Can you do a a HS!AU where Harry asks reader to prom and Team Flash (as teenagers) help out and stuff please?
Harry had no idea what he was doing. He was walking down the hallways of Central City High looking at all of the posters advertising the Senior Prom. He knew who he was going to ask, but he had no clue how. He’d asked amongst his small group of friends. He had made friends with a small group of freshmen: Barry Allen, Iris West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N). (Y/N) was the person he wanted to ask. Harry made his way to an abandoned classroom. That was where they usually gathered after school.
“All right, guys. Give me ideas. Go!” He said as he walked into the room.
Barry, Cisco, Cait, and Iris were all gathered around a small table. They looked up at Harrison in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” Barry asked.
“You’re the ones that told me to ask (Y/N) to the prom! I have no ideas on how to do that!”
“Woah, woah, woah, calm down there, sparky. We’ll help, just stop yelling.” Iris said. “All right, now does anyone have any ideas?”
They brainstormed for what seemed like an eternity.
“Okay, you guys aren’t helping. I’ll figure this out on my own.”
He pushed away from the table and walked through the halls. Sure, he could solve Einstein’s riddle but he couldn’t figure out how to ask someone to prom. Suddenly, it hit him. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He smiled and sped off.
~-~-~-~-~-
You walked to your locker and opened it. You were shocked as a bunch of ping pong balls fell out of your locker. You backed away and picked one up. Each one said “prom?”. You looked up. Harrison was leaning against another set of lockers. He was wearing his glasses and actually had a nervous grin on his face.
“Prom?” He asked, pushing off the locker and waking a few steps closer to you. “Finally got the balls to ask you.
“I- really? That was bad. Really bad. I expected more from you.” You said indifferently.
“So, no?” He looked crestfallen.
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, yes I will go to prom with you.”
He smiled crookedly and took your hand. “We’ve gotta clean these up before an administrator finds them.”
“Or we could be rebellious teenagers and leave them alone.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Request- Anon I love your imagines! I was hoping you could do a Zoom x reader imagine where he kidnaps the reader (like in “Versus Zoom”) and he admits he loves reader, they try to reason with him to let them go etc. soon after which the reader feels bad for hunter and reluctantly agrees to stay. (all the while still trying to convince him to be a hero and let her go) you could end it with him either letting her go or whatever you want!
You woke up locked to something. You pulled at the cuffs to no avail. When you were stuck, you took the time to take in your surroundings. It looked like the lair you had seen on Earth 2, only smaller. You tried to remember where you had been last. With Barry, you thought. Or Cisco? Maybe both. What mattered was the blue lightning and black shape that picked you up and carried you away. Zoom had taken you. Jay had taken you. You could remember his name. Barry had bee telling you when… when you were taken. You kicked lightly at the pole you were attached to out of frustration. It created a loud banging noise.
“You’re going to break something if you continue like that.” An achingly familiar voice came from the doorway.
It was Jay. It wasn’t until you actually saw him as Zoom that you started to believe it. The man you thought to be your friend was in fact the one who was terrorizing your city. You pushed yourself as far away from him as you could. He calmly walked to where you were.
“What do you want with me?” You asked, trying to keep the fear from your voice.
“Is it not obvious? After all that time we spent together, you still don’t know?” You shok your head and he let out a short chuckle. Jay kneeled in front of you. “I thought it was clear that I love you, (Y/N). I have for quite some time now.”
“Then why did you kidnap me?!”
“Because I had to!” He stood up and started pacing furiously. “Because you need to understand.”
“Jay, please-”
“That’s not my name!” He shouted. “That’s not my name.”
“I- I’m sorry. What is your name?”
“My name is Hunter. Hunter Zolomon.”
“Hunter, please. Please let me go. This isn’t helping anyone.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
“Will you at least unlock me? This cuffs are hurting my wrists.”
He looked at you suspiciously and then took your wrists to inspect them. Sure enough, there were red welts starting to form on your skin. He quickly uncuffed you. You rubbed your wrists and looked around again. You were acutely aware of his eyes following your every move, as if he expected you to run at any moment. Not that it would do any good. You looked at him.
“Well, if I’m going to be here for a while, you might as well tell me about yourself, Hunter.”
“You don’t already know?”
“Yeah, well, Barry never got past ‘Jay is Zoom’ before you took me away.”
He sat down and looked up at you. You could see pain and sadness mixed in with his madness. You found yourself wanting to reach out and comfort him. You settled for sitting in front of him and listening to his story. As it went on, your heart filled with more pity. You could understand why he would feel the need to kidnap you if his story really was true and he loved you. Besides you, the only other woman he had loved was his mother, and she was taken from him. It all sounded like what had happened to Barry. His mother had also been killed in front of him. It would’ve been so easy for him to fall down the same path the Hunter was on. You wondered… was it possible for you to change him? Would Hunter even listen to you?
It was worth a shot.
Right?
“Hunter, why do you do this?” You asked.
“What?”
“Why do you feel a need to hurt people? Just curious.”
“Because they need to know. They have to know, to understand. No one understands. No one, but you, (Y/N). I see it in you. You can understand why.”
Way to keep it vague.
Okay, try another tactic.
“What if you tried to be the Flash on your Earth? Become the hero?”
“Why would I do that?” He spat. “It’s so much more fun being the bad guy. Being who I am.”
He went off to God knows where. You were kept in that place for several days. You actually lost count of how many. Everyday, you tried a new tactic to get Hunter to change. Everyday brought disappointment. How could someone so similar to Barry be so different? You gave up trying on the 8th day. Sometime after that, Hunter came back with a solemn look on his face. He stood next to the door way and avoided your gaze.
“You’re free to go.” He said quietly.
“What?” You asked incredulously.
“Leave. Before I change my mind.”
You wasted no time getting to your feet and walking to the door. As you passed by him, you stopped. You stood on your toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. You felt his body shudder. When you finally walked out of the door, you heard him whisper “thank you.”
Request: @silverwingedfox Yey!!!! It’s for you know the really adorable Harry in the jean jacket? Well what if the reader takes place of Tess in the car but doesn’t die and Harry is knocked out. And she like uses a Taser on So and somehow saves them both?
You and Harrison were sat in the car. This marked the end of your vacation. After today, the two of you were moving to Central City to start up your joint business. It was something that you had been looking forward to for years. You finally saved up enough money to really do it. To really get this done. You quit your job a couple of days ago, but Harrison was waiting until you got the lease. After that, construction would begin. You smiled at Harrison. He smiled back.
“This is going to be great, but honestly, I can’t wait until we’re home.” You said.
“Oh really? And why is that again?” You gave him a devilish grin. “Oh, boy. I know that face. Maybe I should drive a little faster.”
“Maybe you should,”
He let out a hardy laugh that you loved. You really wished that you could’ve stayed in that moment forever. However, all good things had to come to an end. You heard the tires pop and the rest happened in slow motion. The car flipped and the windshield shattered. You reflexively covered your face, effectively preventing you from seeing the rest. Your head hit the roof and for a minute your vision went dark. The next thing you knew, Harrison was struggling with your seat belt. You pushed his hands away and unbuckled it yourself.
You hit the roof. You coughed and looked out the window. You saw feet approaching you. You felt relief. There was someone to help. He bent down at Harrison’s window. He seemed shocked to see you there, but it didn’t phase him. Harrison begged for help. You threw in a few pleas of your own, but you could see in his eyes that he didn’t care. You were right. He walked away from the car. You didn’t see where he went, but you didn’t wait to find out. You reached to the glove box and pulled out the taser that was waiting there. You thanked god that you had gotten it against Harrison’s protests.
You crawled out of the car and helped Harrison out as well. As soon as you stood up, you started to feel woozy. Harrison helped you stay upright.
“Why do you have that? What’s going on?” He asked, his voice shaking.
“Trust me, Harrison. That man will be back. He’s not… good..”
You collapsed into his arms. He held you up.
“This is not good, (Y/N). You’re bleeding. There… there’s so much blood. Oh god, you’ve gotta get to a hospital.”
Once again, you were right. You saw the man from before coming back to you. He looked over the two of you and smiled. He walked closer. Harrison’s breathing quickened. You held up you taser and fired. You hit him directly in the chest. He seized and collapsed. You let yourself fall completely into Harrison’s arms. He let out a sigh of relief and slowly put you on the ground. He laid his jacket under your head and went to call 911. You finally allowed for yourself to pass out. You were safe. Thank god. If anything happened to Harrison, you weren’t exactly sure what you would do.
Request: @damalseer: I’ve had this idea for awhile, Eddie Thawne and you are bffs you work at STAR as their computer tech but when Harribard kidnaps Eddie and you, he tells you are his great (many) grandparents.
How had you gotten in this situation? Honestly, you had just been hanging out with Eddie and all of a sudden, you were in the basement of STAR Labs. You were handcuffed to a pole, stuck. You’d tried a couple of times to break free, but it was to no avail. You had never seen anything like these before. It was Harrison who had done this. He was standing before you and Eddie in his uniform, grinning, like he had just won something. It was making you angry. You couldn’t believe that this was happening.
“I know that it’s you, Wells, or whoever you really are,” Eddie said, surprisingly calm about this whole situation.
You couldn’t say that you had the same easy confidence that he did. You were terrified. This man had lied to you for years without even batting an eye. He had never once wavered from his charade, even when he had to stay in the wheelchair for all that time. And now, he was just staring at you both with an evil grin that said he knew more than you. You were actually scared of him. He had been your mentor, your friend, but here you were.
“Well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Eobard. Eobard Thawne,” Harrison, erm, Eobard said.
Thawne? That was Eddie’s last name, but that would mean… that would mean that Eddie was related to Eobard and that… no. No! There was no way that these two men shared any genetic material! They didn’t even share any features. No. Eddie looked just as confused as you did.
“I don’t understand. Why do you have my name?”
“Why? Because we’re family, Eddie.”
“Funny, I haven’t seen you at any reunions or weddings,” Eddie joked.
This wasn’t really a good time for jokes, was it? It seemed like his timing could have been better.
“That is funny and the reason for that is because as far as those guest lists are concerned, I haven’t been born yet.”
So now he was a man from the future. This was just getting better and better, wasn’t it?
“So that’s why you didn’t kill me that night at STAR labs. This whole thing has been about me?”
“Not a chance.” Eobard turned to face us. “You, my friends, are simply my insurance.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? You never got a chance to find out. He left before you got a chance to ask him why you were here. You weren’t related to Eddie, which would mean that you weren’t related to Eobard. It would be easier for him to just kill you, something that made your skin crawl. You pulled your knees up to your chest. You were certain that you, at least, weren’t going to get out of this alive. Eddie kicked your shoe to get your attention.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at me. We’re gonna be fine. I promise you, we’ll get out of this,” he said, giving you a small smile.
“Can you promise me that?” you asked.
He didn’t respond. You rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes, prepared for your fate.
You weren’t sure how long you had been there. It seemed like a lot longer than you were sure that it really had been, but that didn’t really matter. Eddie was a lot stronger than you. He wasn’t as scared as you were, at least if he was, he wasn’t showing it. You leaned back against the pillar. You had long since given up on looking for a way out of here. You heard Eobard coming down the ladder. Eddie turned to face him.
“I hope you at least brought lunch,” Eddie said.
“Did you know that humans can survive up to two months without food?” Eobard said in response.
“Is that how long you’re planning to keep us here?”
“You know,” Eobard turned to face us, “I doubt it’ll come to that.”
You could see the look on Eddie’s face. He was showing his fear for the first time in a while. his eyes met yours and it all evaporated. His confidence was back. For you.
“D’you mind telling me why we’re down here?”
Eobard was busy working on something. He barely even looked at you anymore.
“No.”
Eddie was getting frustrated. You could understand that. You wanted answers, too. As many as you could get, but it didn’t seem like Eobard was going to give you any.
“You told me that we’re related. That you’re from the future. Prove it.”
“Yeah, I don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”
“Well, I think you’re full of crap,” you said, “and whatever you’re trying to do, you won’t get away with it because the Flash-”
Your voice was hoarse from not being used. Eddie looked at you in shock and Eobard looked ready to kill you. He sped over to you, his eyes glowing red and his hand around your neck. Your heart was racing, but you kept your face still like stone, not showing your fear to him. You had a feeling that this was when you were going to die, but you didn’t care. You didn’t know why.
“Stop talking,” Eobard said.
He left again. You didn’t speak to Eddie. He didn’t speak to you.
“You know they’re going to find me,” Eddie said the next time that Eobard came back, “and you’re not as smart as you think you are.”
“Oh really?” Eobard jumped down the last rung, “I’m a genius where I come from. Imagine how smart that makes me here.”
“’Cos you’re from the future? I guess you’d have to be with a name like ‘Eobard’.”
“Well, now, Eobard is a distinguished name for a distinguished member of a distinguished family.”
“That’s depressing to think all of my descendants are as crazy as you.”
“Oh, no, the Thawne line is chock full of influential politicians, scientists, captains of industry, failures such as yourself.” Eobard stopped in front of Eddie. “Even (Y/N) does better than you. Me? I’m just the exception.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He was calling Eddie a failure after all he had done? Eobard was far too full of himself.
“And what exactly makes me such a failure? And what does she have to do with this?”
“Tough question,” Eobard said, backing away from Eddie and moving towards me, “where to start? How about your career as a police detective? It’s spectacularly uneventful.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see.”
“No, we have seen. I have seen. I am from the future and you are the only Thawne to be forgotten to history.” Eobard turned away again. “Waste of a life, waste of a man and, oh no, you don’t even get the right girl.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
He was going to ask Iris to marry him. How couldn’t he get the girl? Eobard sighed and walked to Eddie slowly. He pulled up a holographic newspaper article that you couldn’t read.
“Observe, if you will, the byline,” Eobard said. “Barry marries Iris and not you. You’re just gonna have to give this ring to someone else.” Eobard stood up straight. “You wanted to know how she fit into the narrative. Now you do.”
His eyes flicked over to you. You felt a shiver go down your spine. Eobard threw the box across the room. He turned back to his work. Eddie looked over at you with something different in his eyes. You didn’t know how to describe it. It was like he was having some sort of a realisation. You let out a breath. This wasn’t making any sense. You couldn’t believe any of this. No. It wasn’t happening. Was it?
A few moments later, Eobard had finished whatever he was working on. He picked it up from the table and stared down almost lovingly at it.
“What now?”
“Now I have the key.”
“The key? the key to what?”
Eobard left without answering Eddie’s question, but he didn’t have to. You could feel the ground shake for just a moment. The Particle Accelerator was on. That was what he had been trying to do for so long. And it had worked.
Eddie started to call for help. It didn’t seem like Eobard was going to come back. Ever. He had left you down here to either die or be found. Apparently, you weren’t supposed to die. You were both his, well, his grandparents. You didn’t have anything to say to that. It had never seemed like an option. You had accepted long ago that he was in love with Iris, but now… now you weren’t so sure. You heard footsteps coming down the ladder. Probably Eobard coming to say something else to piss you off.
“Eddie? (Y/N)?”
It was Joe! You looked up. You felt weak. He went to Eddie first, shining his light on the bindings. He used his knife to cut through them, moving onto you. Iris was there as well. She ran to Eddie. They embraced. Eddie looked over at you. Iris and Joe helped Eddie out. Barry helped you. You were both brought to the Cortex, where Caitlin looked you over. You didn’t know what to do, now that you knew what you knew.
A/N There you go my computer is lagging so badly oh my god there are SO MANY WORDS HERE. All of my oneshots as of june 3rd at 1:26 in the morning I CAN’T SEE WHAT i’M TYPING HELP ME!
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Eobard Thawne x female!reader (18+)
Looking at Eobard, he only makes you want to get him. But he is impregnable, just can’t approach him and say “be mine”. Although it is obvious that he also wants you. He is like a predator who tracks down his prey, but does not attack thoughtlessly. He plays with you, watches how you behave. And you burn with impatience to merge with him in passion. You really need to approach and kiss him impudently, slowly throwing off your clothes on the floor. Tear his shirt and admire his body. Try on his hands. You want him to be rude to you, to do whatever he wants. You want to feel it inside yourself, while shouting out his name. Eobard seduced you. But you decided to act and came to him. He was glad for your coming. You immediately attacked him like a tigress.
" You are only mine".
He understood what you want and began to caress you everywhere. A soft moan breaks from your lips.
"Take me right on the table."
But he is in no hurry to do what you want. You begin to undress each other and soon remain naked. He takes you and sets you on the table. After that, Eobard began to kiss your body with kisses, starting from the neck. You moan softly and snuggle closer to him.
"Do it with me. I was a bad girl today."
His kisses began to lower already, with his left hand he went down between your legs. Began to caress your pussy. At first his movements were smooth, but then they became rougher and rougher. You’re already getting louder.
But you want more. His fingers are not enough to satisfy you. He pulled out his fingers, anticipating your orgasm.
"Fuck me in the end."
Eobard teased you. Kissing you, he came down below. And now he penetrated your tongue. From a surge of feelings you rolled your eyes. But here he did not do everything slowly and accurately.
"You're great! Do it more often."
Your words only puzzled him and he began to use speed. From such bliss, you have finished several times. He did not give you a break and immediately inserted his cock. Goose bumps went through your body. It was too pleasant. He began to move forward and backward. You clung to him, spreading your legs wider. Your screams were very loud. From pleasure you began to scratch his back. It started him up and he accelerated every time more and more. And then the end came.
"Into me!"
You have finished several times at the same time.
Both of you were absolutely powerless.
You only whispered in his ear: "I'm waiting for you at home today, I'll show you something."
"I haven't let you go yet."
He has departed from you.
" On knees".
You knelt before him.
"Yes, daddy."
"I want to know how well you work with your mouth."
He grinned sarcastically. You appeased his whim, but you liked it. No one dared to touch him except you. His moans excited you and you worked faster every time. The final did not make you wait and he finished in your mouth.
You pulled away from him.
"The bad girl is doing well." Eobard told you this.
"I want to continue. This is not enough for me." You got up from your knees and went up to him, started kissing his body. He really liked it. I grabbed you abruptly by the chest with your hands and you finished right away.
"In the evening we’ll continue and don’t think about touching yourself until I come."
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“No” A Harrison Wells/Eowells X Reader Fic
Word count: 993
Author: Me(Melanie)
Warnings: none
Ugh, today was bad. Usual days just zipped by anymore. This was not a usual day. It seemed that Meta after Meta were just coming out of the woodwork today, causing trouble. You just helped the team and hoped the day would be over with soon, as you hated lying to your friends.
You had recently found out that Harrison Wells was the reverse flash. At first, you were going to tell Barry and the rest of the team but then decided that it wasn't really your problem. You were only planning to be here for about another week. Of course, that was about three weeks ago.
You convinced the self-absorbed Eobard Thawne that you weren't going to spill his little (Or actually, his HUGE) secret to anyone, and he gave you the benefit of the doubt.
As the day finally came to a close, you realized that while dealing with the days Meta's you forgot about the stupid speech test thing you were supposed to do with a friend who has 'decent speech patterns'.
Great, you thought to yourself.
Caitlin and Cisco were already gone, both looking really exhausted. You couldn't blame them, today had been a long one for everyone. Barry was still here, you think to yourself, now wanting to encounter the 'Dr. not so Harrison Wells'. You race around S.T.A.R Labs trying to locate him. Outside the Cortex, in the hallway, a whoosh of air hit you as Barry stopped in front of you.
Yes!
"Hey, Y/N, I've gotta run, Joe needs me back at home. Can you, um, lock up, for me?" He asks.
You give a heavy sigh, and a small smile, "Sure Barry, catch you later."
"Okay, thank you, Y/N." He put on his coat as he sped away.
"Aaahhh, why me!?" you say out loud, really to yourself more than anybody else. So, you would have to ask 'Dr. not so Harrison Wells' after all. Almost running, you head up to his office, not wanting him to run off too. When you reach it, you give a little knock to alert him of your presence. He was positioned behind his desk, examining some papers.
"Hey, I need your help with something, Dr. not so Harrison-"
"Would you stop calling me that?" He grumbles cutting you off.
"Um, not unless you have something else for me to call you. And, as a matter of fact, I like calling you that." You mock walking over to his desk.
He glares at you for a second before looking back at his papers "What is it that you wanted?"
"Okay, so as you well know, I have 'speech problems'" You put air quotes around the words "And I recently let myself get talked into -By Caitlin- getting help with it."
He glanced at you for a second, placing his papers down on the desk "So? Why are you here?"
"I have this test, that I need to do with a friend or really anyone who has decent speech. Caitlin and Cisco are gone, and Barry just ran out on me."
"Don't you have a sister?" He asked annoyed
"Yes, but she was here for the same amount of time that I was supposed to be here, I," You pointed to yourself "am the only jackass who decided to stay. She's probably living a normal life."
"So you don't have anyone to help you."
"Well," You walked around the desk, sitting on the edge near Dr. Wells "You, could always help me..."
"No." He said plainly going back to the stack of papers on his desk.
"Come, on." You say frustrated by his refusal to help you.
"I have work to do."
"So?" you say glaring at him.
"So, go away."
"No." You crossed your arms over your chest.
He looked over at you "Y/N, leave, now."
"No." You tilted your head to the side, meeting his gaze.
"Stop saying, no." He gave you a warning glare.
A teasing smile crept onto your face, and in a low voice you reply with one word "No."
That seemed to tick him off more than it should have. He moved the wheelchair back, and stood, towering over you.
"Y/N, I am not it the mood for your obstinate behavior, leave me to my work." He stepped closer to you, attempting to intimidate you.
Insistent on annoying him, you met his threatening gaze "No." You see him clench his jaw. It looked like he was trying to kill you with his gaze. Then, without any warning, his lips were on yours. It took a second for you to register his movements. He was kissing you? His hands were cupping your face, the kiss almost desperate against your mouth. Hesitating, you kissed him back, not really sure where this had come from. Of course, you'd thought of him that way, but not since you had found out that he wasn't really Harrison Wells, that he was a murderer. Your gut tightened, heart racing and your hands went to his chest, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer. One of his hands found your hip, lightly gripping it as his other hand tangled into your hair. You moaned a bit, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth before pulling back, dragging it between his teeth. His forehead rested against yours. You opened your eyes, staring into his now beautiful blue gaze. He was looking straight into your eyes, thoughtfully, as if he was contemplating something.
He lifted his head away from yours.
"I just kissed you," he said, sounding perplexed.
"Hello, I'm Y/N, you must be Captain Obvious." You say softly.
He chuckled. "It's nice to meet you Y/N." He held out his hand, and you shook it.
"Any chance you'll let it happen again?" He asked still gripping your hand.
You smile for a second and whispered "No." before closing the distance between you.
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Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader – You can't keep blaming yourself
Imagine getting pretty seriously wounded during the final fight with Zoom and waking up hearing Harry blaming himself for what happened so you decide to got cheer him up a bit.
Note: I really love Earth 2 Harry so I hope you don’t mind me writing another piece with him!
Also, again, that awesome gif isn’t mine.
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Your eyelids felt heavy as your tried to open your eyes. It took you some time to realize what happened. You were back at S.T.A.R. Labs lying on the bed in the med-bay. Your memory was still a little blurry, all you could remember was you and Team Flash going to Earth 2 to rescue Jessie and end Zoom but when you finally got there, things got complicated. Just when you all thought you’re gonna get home safe, Zoom attacked Jessie but you jumped into the way … After that, you couldn’t remember a thing.
Suddenly, you heard some voices. Three voices. One of them was definitely Harry.
„This is all my fault. It should have been me getting hit, not Y/N!“
„Harry, you can’t keep blaming yourself. You couldn’t have stopped Zoom, non of us could at that point, we should all be happy we got home alive.“ Caitlyn tried to comfort him patting his shoulder lightly and giving him a little smile.
„She’s right, man, if any of us got a direct hit, we would have been BOOM! Dead. Kaput. Finito.“ Cisco joined he conversation.
„Y/N was lucky Zoom only hit her side …“ Caitlyn added but was interrupted by Harry.
„Lucky? You’re a doctor, Snow, this doesn’t seem like lucky to me! She’s lying on a bed with serious injuries and who knows when or if she’ll ever wake u- …“
„H-hey there.“ You walked in leaning up against a wall to help you stand and and holding your bandaged left side to soothe the pain a bit.
„Y/N! You’re awake … you’re alright.“ Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. Keeping his eyes locked on you, he walked closer and pulled you into his arms, gently, as if he was scared he was going to break you.
„Come on Cisco, let’s give them the room.“ Caitlyn pushed Cisco with hair elbow and both of them headed out sendindg you grateful looks to see you standing again.
„I’m fine, Harry. At least, I will be.“ You tried to give him the warmest smile create at your current state.
„Y/N, I’m sorry, I-“
„Stop it. I heard your guys’ conversation … I can’t let you keep thinking it was your fault, when it wasn’t. If you want to blame anyone, blame Zoom or blame me, for getting into the way … Wait. What happened with Zoom? Is-is Jessie okay? And what about everybody else?“ You suddenly started panicking not knowing about anything that has happened, but Harry took your face into his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
„Heyy,“ he whispered softly loking into your eyes, „Jessie is alright, so is everybody else and we don’t have to worry about Zoom anymore.Come here.“ He added as he leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead pulling you back into a hug, this time a little tighter.
„I love you, Harrison Wells.“ You whispered into his chest.
„I love you, too, Y/N L/N. But right now, let’s get you back to bed, otherwise you’ll never feel better again.“
He noticed you struggling with every move so he took you into his arms and carried you back into the bed. As he was laying you down, you two shared a passionate kiss.
„Could you stay here with me for a while?“ You pleaded.
„I’ll never leave you again.“
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If your not taking requests just ignore this, but i really love your harribard fics and im just wondering if you can write something based off his ability to vibrate? again if your not accepting request just ignore this
for your viewing pleasure my dear Anon
https://jay-wells-writes.tumblr.com/post/185661898232/platinum-made-eowells-x-reader-smut
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows - Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Patient Zero
*A/N: This edit does belong to me, though the individual photos don’t belong to me.
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***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes for being my beta reader.
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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MASTERLIST
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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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - The Downfall Of The Reverse Flash (1/3)
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Part 2 Part 3
Barry entered the Speed Lab, his eyes landed on Thawne with a guarded expression on his face. The scarlet speedster still donned on his red suit while Eobard remained in his yellow one. Getting closer to the Reverse Flash’s with slow steps, Barry saw the villain raise an amused eyebrow at him. Once he stood in front of Thawne, Barry knocked twice against the invisible force-field as if to say, ‘Checkmate, your time is ticking’. Eobard mocked the heroic speedster’s gesture, doing the same with that smug smirk on his face. The genius speedster knew Barry would save him – he’s the hero, after all.
“Where’s (Y/N)?”
“Out.”
“Where?”
Eobard folded his arms behind his back as the two eyed each other – however Barry chose to stand and move, the villain would mirror it to antagonize him. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Flash?”
“Thawne, it’s a simple question.”
“Why do you care all of a sudden? You never cared when she was on your team.” Eobard dropped his arms and paced a few steps in his cell. I’m impressed that they’ve already come up with such a containment cell to hold me – a much better improvement than the one from seven years ago. “And why ask me? Couldn’t you have Iris or Caitlin track her with Labs’ satellites?”
“That’s because she hadn’t backstabbed us by then and we could have, but I wanted to ask you,” Barry steely replied and stood his ground, his own hands folded behind him. “Now where did she go?”
“I’m not obligated to tell you of her whereabouts.”
“… Caitlin told me about your talk. Something I want to know. Why did you create a Reverse-Flashpoint, steal my life? Why?”
“It was the best way to hurt you.”
“Don't you have anything better to do than trying to destroy my life?”
“Destroying you is my life.”
“That still doesn't explain why.”
“Why what?”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“You ruined my life. Simple as that.”
“How?”
“It doesn’t matter. Not anymore – we will always be at opposite ends. I cannot exist without you, and you cannot exist without me. That is what time has revealed to me,” Eobard huffed, crossing his arms as he looked down condescendingly towards his rival. For a brief moment, the speedster shut his eyes before reopening it to view his enemy. Disdain flickered in Eobard’s ocean-blue eyes. “Fate, it’s tricky. What you’d done had been unforgivable and I intended to take everything away from you like you did to me. Every bit of pain I will unleash ten-fold on you, Barry Allen.”
“What did I take from you?”
“You really want to know? Couldn’t have pieced it together?” Eobard huffed out a mocking laugh at Barry, shaking his head as he continued on. “No, of course not. You’re not smart enough to do that. Certainly not like your future counterpart.” Licking his lips, Eobard’s icy blue eyes met Barry’s gaze again. He felt the pain echo in his chest, and it wasn’t just from fading out. That hollow feeling always returned when his thoughts wandered back to those darker times in his life. “I wanted to be just like you, I wanted to be The Flash. When I was younger, my parents were never satisfied with me – no matter how hard I worked, no matter what I achieved, I was never good enough. They constantly reminded me of that. Ironic, isn’t it? My parents only loved me conditionally – I seemed to always be a disappointment.” He could still feel the thrum of pain that radiated in his body as a child. The venomous words that were spat in his direction while his parents favored his younger brother. I was only a child; I should have been loved like the other children, like Robern. “But you, you were the one thing that kept me going when I was a child. You were the reason I kept pushing myself to be better, to fly higher, to become a speedster. You were the one thing that mentally protected me from every lash out, from every beating at home.” Another memory resurfaced to the forefront of Eobard’s mind, the secret stash of Flash paraphernalia he had, the old photos and newspaper cuttings. The plushy that allowed him to fall asleep at night as a child and later on the understanding of the drive of doing good as a young adult.
“…” Barry could only remain silent as Eobard spoke – this was Eobard’s answer; an explanation he wouldn’t have fully understood. Not seven years ago as they stood once again face-to-face with Thawne imprisoned in a cell.
“Of all the heroes I read about you were the one I idolized, and the moment I got my speed; the moment I was going to save someone from a danger in my time a future version of you time traveled to that point and saved them instead. Targeting me and labeling me as the villain when all I had was nothing but purely good intentions. I was supposed to be the hero to that crowd that night. But no, you couldn’t stand that. You publicly humiliated me in a fight – told me that I was never going to be good, that I would never be like you, a hero like The Flash,” Eobard gritted his teeth as images of all the hateful looks and cold expressions filled his mind. Everyone hated him and he had done nothing wrong to warrant such treatment. The speedster stood resolutely, he would not break in front of Barry, Eobard would never allow himself to do such a thing. “Because of you everyone left me, everyone betrayed me – I was thrown away like a piece of trash because a version of you deemed it so. I was alone again, and it felt so cold. The mental trauma from my childhood coupled with the vilification and animosity from you continued to scar a younger version of myself. I grew to despise the one person I looked up to the most. The one person that made me feel safe in what should have been my home. That was you, Barry Allen.”
“…” The scarlet speedster’s eyes dropped to the ground; a string of guilt coiled in his gut at the villain’s words. Thawne could be lying, trying to manipulate me to use me again. But… How can a future version of me do something like that? What was the justification to label Thawne as a threat if he was the one that had the intent on saving someone? Then again, a future time remnant wanted to kill Iris…
Eobard narrowed his eyes at Barry, seeing the clear conflict going on in the speedster’s mind as he stepped closer to the edge of the force-field. He’s still so easy to read after all these years. “You call me a monster, but you’re just as twisted as I am.”
“I’m nothing like you.”
“No, you’re your own special kind of twisted, Barry. The things that you do, that you will do – they have consequences.”
“That doesn’t excuse what you’ve done, Thawne. You could have changed!”
“Change doesn’t come as easily as you think, Allen,” Eobard spat at Barry heatedly. “Not when the scars run so deep, not when all that’s left is…” The villain took in a breath, his chest stung as the clock ticked. He had around 30 minutes left before he was permanently erased from the timeline. Looking down at his hands, Eobard felt them fade and reappear a few times – a sensation similar to phantom limb resonated in his hands. This was worse than his almost-execution in 2049 three years ago, at least he had another 15 years to live before his plan was fully implemented into motion with Nora. Another image surfaced to his mind, causing Eobard to chew on the inside of his cheek. “My past isn’t the only reason why I hate you. No, through these last eight years, my resentment for you only grew.”
“Why? What else have I done to you?” Barry questioned Eobard with furrowed eyebrows – what other stories would Thawne spin for sympathy? “Out-run you? Is that why? It bothers you so much that I’m faster than you? That’s something only a sociopath would be enraged about.”
“You hurt her!” Barry blinked as Thawne had banged against the invisible wall, trying to register Thawne’s accusation before it clicked. The image that had surfaced to Eobard’s mind was you; brightly grinning at him with such welcoming warmth in your eyes. His person, the one that made him feel safe no matter what he had done in his wicked history as the Reverse Flash. “Hurt is… putting it lightly, at least it’s sufficient for now, but you hurt the love of my life. The one person who accepted every aspect of me and loved me unconditionally. She is my everything and I would burn the world down just to have her in my arms safely. (Y/N) fell into depression because you refused to save your mother and allow us to go to my time which allowed Eddie to resort to committing suicide so I can die. Then you ended up creating Flashpoint to have your parents a year and a half later. What was the point in refusing my offer?? I was going to leave you alone, I promised you, because all I needed was her in my life and my speed. I told you, Allen, you were never going to be happy, I knew you’d create Flashpoint out of desperation.” The bitterness in Thawne’s voice rang true. Barry averted his eyes from Eobard, deep down acknowledging the mess he had created but secretly not regretting it as much as he initially did. Eobard remembered lying in bed with you at night seven years ago, telling you all about his time and the house he planned to build with you outside of Central City. Eobard had slipped the ring he had made on your finger, the very same ring you still wore today. “My future time would have been more bearable with her at my side. But no, that’s not what Barry Allen wants. She was hurting herself and all you did was allow your hate for me to alienate her from fully rehabilitating. (Y/N) told me. Iris and Caitlin were the ones that helped bring her back from the darkness that swallowed her because you erased me from existence the first time. Everyone on the team slowly accepted her, pitied her for the hell that was going on in her head and the grief that lingered in her heart for years. But you, you didn’t, you couldn’t.You shunned her even when she attacked Zoom knowing full well he’d seal her fate. You couldn’t get over the fact that she chose me, a person you labeled as a monster because if monsters have hearts then they weren’t as malicious as you choose to see them. It’s easier for you to see me as the villain fully on the dark side than to accept that I can love and be loved. It’s easier to paint your world in absolutes - black and white, right and wrong, when there’s always a gray area. But apparently you’re the only one allowed to make morally gray choices with your definition of justice.”
Barry exhaled through his nose, keeping silent at all of Thawne’s accusations and baiting. They weren’t true, or that’s what Barry kept telling himself. “... Why wouldn’t she use her powers against Zoom, Thawne?”
“Because the depression she was working through had been a mental block in utilizing it,” Eobard retorted, the memory of you confiding to him all that had happened when he had been gone. The seething anger he felt that day, the need to rip Barry’s head off when he saw the scars that littered your body. He remembered exactly how his heart broke for you, that you almost drowned in your bathroom from feeling that there was no point in living a life without the person you loved the most, and Barry had been the one to find you in such a state seven months after his existence was erased. Yet Barry had little to no compassion for your misery. Iris had been the one to talk him into having you stay at the labs or with someone to not further hurt yourself because she understood the pain that ripped (Y/N) apart. She lost Eddie and Caitlin lost Ronnie because of Barry, so they knew the insurmountable agony of love lost. Iris and Caitlin had you check into therapy - sometimes accompanying you into the office. Eobard held not as much animosity towards the people around Barry, for they aren’t the prime reason for all his suffering. But they were people that still chose to side with the speedster, and for that Eobard couldn’t dismiss their shared intent with the so-called hero. “All of this would have been avoided if you had just listened, Barry. You’re the reason she dies and it’s not by some ‘self-sacrificial accident’ that people around you tend to commit for you to be with Iris. No, you stab her right in the heart just like Savitar. Why? Because you’re afraid of her. Because you’re afraid that with her power (Y/N) would turn and inevitably put you out when she’d be fed up with how you and the team slowly neglected the demons that soon plagued her. That she’d abandon the neutrality she had established three years ago, the code of not taking a life even when she was by my side. You put out her flame! Her blood is on your hands!” But I will not allow that to happen. I will never allow her to die because of you.
“When?”
“… Two years from now.”
Barry’s mouth felt dry, it was hard to swallow all that Thawne had told him. It was true, he had disregarded the amount of pain you were in when Eobard was first erased from existence. Yet, you never made a move to hurt the speedster and the others through the years, but the hero had seen the bitterness grow in your eyes as you remained silent. The bitterness as people around him and Iris fell like flies for their happiness. The scarlet speedster won’t deny that he never asked for people to sacrifice themselves, but he kept allowing it to happen - kept allowing them to throw their lives away for him to keep going. How did that make him the hero? Barry disregarded your gradual change in demeanor as the years mulled over, telling himself that you’d get over yourself and whatever it is going on in your head. You had become more quiet, watchful - less interactive with team decisions as if you were gauging the situation as Thawne would. Maybe deep down, I’m just a coward that doesn’t want to die and leave Iris all to herself, to leave this city without someone to defend it, but… Wally has speed, too. If something were to happen, he could defend it - but I’m not replaceable. I don’t want to be replaceable. I can’t allow that, couldn’t allow that so I pushed Wally away so the city could only depend on me. “I’m sorry…” In two years’ time I kill (Y/N).
“Sorry doesn’t fix a life lost and the pain that follows. Why should you be the only one to mess with the timeline to save the people you love?” Eobard licked his lips, collecting the rest of his thoughts and anchoring himself to his resolve. His plan was coming together perfectly, Barry just needed one more push before time ran out. No doubt the others will decide to let him die, but that won’t be their final conclusion. If they let me die, then they risk allowing a drastic change to happen and the guilt will eat at them because who knows what other lives they’ll bypass for their own comfort. “It was in that moment of seeing you kill her that I knew that I had to get much faster than you. I needed to prevent the one person that meant more to me than being a speedster from dying at your hands. Because I would be damned if I lived another moment without her.” You knew your role in all this - your presence was enough to put the others on edge, especially what you had done for them during the second Crisis and thereafter. Eobard’s little spy; his partner in crime. Someone worth dying for, well figuratively - he’d never allow either of you to die.
“There’s no stopping you, you’re fully consumed with rage.” He could cause another Armageddon if I let him live… Millions of people could die because of Thawne. But Barry’s thoughts were consumed by what you’d do; the volatility in your response should he let Thawne die. Either you’d breakdown and fall back to the extreme of depression on the verge of suicide once more where the guilt would feed into the Team’s conscience or you’d destroy the labs along with everyone in it. The speedster needed to tread carefully with their decision with Thawne’s life.
“What you call rage... I call commitment.”
“So, if you won't stop hating me, what happens once I save you?”
“I'll just go on with my life's work: finding new ways to kill you,” Eobard smirked at Barry as he sent him a wink as he turned away from Barry. He felt tired, so tired. The speedster just wanted this all to be over and be away from here. He just wanted to feel you in his arms without worrying about disappearing. “And (Y/N) will be alive and well by my side.”
“Does she know?”
“Yes, because unlike you, Barry, once I found out I told her. I didn’t lie for weeks about my nightmares.” The Reverse Flash relished in his ability to perfectly throw jabs at Barry’s past. Words can cut someone like serrated knives. Eobard never kept things from you since you uncovered his secret while Barry was still in his coma- actually, that moment was when the foundation of trust you had built with Harrison Wells for two years had been broken by the revelation of Eobard Thawne. The day you had gone missing kept the speedster on edge, only one man could commit such a clean course of action in order to terrorize the speedster that donned his Wells persona. General Wade Eilling. The general had kept his eye on you before the PA explosion, had tried to persuade you to betray Harrison and humiliate him at every gala he had cornered you at. However, each time you’d choose to spit words back in Eilling’s face even when you knew of Eobard’s truths and what he intended to do with his comatose patient.
The night Eobard had found you in a containment cell under the general’s jurisdiction, his anger blinded him, and the villain swore vengeance against the veteran. The moment he held your broken body in his arms, he knew he couldn’t let you go as he ran home with you to stabilize your wounded self. He remembered all the blood and darkened bruises on your body. Yes, he would unleash Grodd on the general in due time. Eobard Thawne was not a good man, but he was a man selfish enough to want you all to himself, something that he had been suppressing since first meeting you. Slowly, but gradually the bridge of trust between you and Eobard grew once more the further you two fell for each other. That since before the PA explosion, the two of you had pushed your feelings to the side as the brief glances and snarky comments were exchanged between you two, especially late into the night. You’re the one person he kept close, closer than Cisco and Caitlin and Ronnie (knowing that they would become Vibe, Killer Frost, and Firestorm), the one person he’d look forward to seeing coming into the Labs and see that cheeky grin of yours as you ran the clinic, Eobard had set up in the labs should any scientist or worker find themselves injured at work.
“What about Reverse Flashpoint? Is she aware of the life you had as The Flash?” Barry’s voice snapped the villainous speedster out of his thoughts. Eobard blinked at Barry as if he was stupid or something, he really wasn’t understanding the memo. The genius saw hostility flicker in Barry’s eyes at the implication of taking Iris from him. He couldn’t care less about the journalist, but it was another nail to the coffin for Barry.
“You’re mistaken, Barry. (Y/N) is my partner, I would never do anything without her knowledge of it. Just as you and Iris come to a decision, so do I and (Y/N). I took her with me to Reverse Flashpoint. She understood my intentions – the life I would lead to hurt you because I knew you’d come to 2031. And she knows that Iris means nothing to me, that my heart is only for her and vice versa.” If Barry had been trying to indicate that Eobard would willingly cheat on you, then he was sorely mistaken. Eobard hadn’t done a single thing with Iris short for a few forced kisses and little touches (which he was not a fan of). And you knew of all that, he’d actually vent to you when Iris tried to come onto him. “Though I do commend you for being able to stand Iris’ horrid cooking. All I needed was to siphon off your speed to be as fast as you when you’d revert the timeline back to where you’re the hero and I’m the villain. That course of action didn’t not come with a few bumps.”
“Bumps?”
“The timeline was punishing me through (Y/N). That new timeline I created had her in a weakened condition over time in the secret home I had gotten for the two of us. A miscalculation on my end, but she insisted that I get what I came for: your speed. Some days she’d barely move, her heart wasn’t stable, and she’d be coughing up blood – other days she’d have color on her face with bright eyes as she moved about. Either I was at her side or when I was away, Gideon would be giving me constant reports of her condition. I bought (Y/N) enough time with the temporary injections I synthesized for you to show up and change things with Damien’s Time Stone. I ran (Y/N) back with me, and her condition was no more than a remnant of the past, but she remembers it all.” Eobard paused for a moment, crossing his arms with that dangerously condescending look in his eyes. “Why do you think as the Reverse Flash you didn’t see her in my Flashpoint?”
“I thought…” Barry actually didn’t know what to think. He couldn’t recall a memory of you from Reverse Flashpoint without it seeming so fuzzy in his head.
“It was because I kept her safe from anything that would be fatal to her recovery and that included you.”
“…” Barry turned his head at the light sounds of footsteps from the hallway. His hazel-green eyes met yours as you stepped into the Speed Lab, a bag of Big Belly Burger in hand with some Jitters coffee. The hero’s jaw set as you threw the harshest glare at him, your feet stopping in place - the unbridled resentment and hostility that grew in a garden of aconites and black roses with thorns. Barry needed to tread very carefully. Two years and I would be rid of her looming threats and death glares.
“Who’s the villain now, Flash?”
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows
MASTERLIST
Chapter 1: Inevitable Presage
Chapter 2: Precipice of Change
Chapter 3: The Black Queen Falls
Chapter 4: Fool’s Reprieve
Chapter 5: A Reluctant Choice
Chapter 6: Extrication From The Void
Chapter 7: Return To The World Of The Living
Chapter 8: Patient Zero
Chapter 9: Intertwining Strings
Chapter 10: Carefully Chosen Words
Chapter 11: Contemplation At A Crossroad
Chapter 12: A Spark In The Dark
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Return To The World Of The Living
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Mist shrouded the Speed Lab as shards of metal flew in the electrified air. You were thrown back haphazardly by the force of the wind. All your focus was on keeping the carbon shield around Jesse and Harrison intact. Pieces of metal had whizzed past your ear; your body numbly registered the needles of pain in your arm and shoulder as you skidded on the floor from the explosion. You breathed softly, your nose crinkled at the smell of burning metal and chemicals. The gray-white mist obscured your view for a few more seconds before a torrent of red greeted your field of vision. “Eo.” You blinked at Eobard as he crouched over you with concern, the ringing in your ears slowly died down for you to hear your speedster. The genius speedster took the hint and stopped talking, instead his eyes ran over every inch of you in his arms. Fatigue wanted to wash over you as your head pulsed achingly. Within a few seconds, the mist had dissipated thanks to Thad’s vortex arm movements along with the generator’s fire being extinguished. Your hazy eyes landed instantly on where Harrison and Jesse sat in their reclined chairs; Thaddeus was already trying to bring his sister back into consciousness. You pressed a hand against the side of your face as you pushed Eobard away from you with your other hand. I need to get up, he’s having a hard time breathing.
Eobard grabbed your other arm, steadying you as you pushed through the pain that echoed in your body when you stood up. “You’re in no condition to move, you’re-”
“-I will be fine.” Ignoring the concern he had for you, a frustrated look settled in his eyes as you took in a breath and moved towards Harrison. Yanking off the Neural Device and discarding it to the side, you shook Harrison gently to wake him. Saying that Harrison looked drained was an understatement; his breaths were shallow and sweat had collected against his pale skin. “Harrison. Harrison, please wake up.” A million thoughts raced in your head as Eobard’s eyes scanned over Harrison’s vitals. You were not going to risk being haunted by this idiot for all eternity.
“His oxygen levels are low. What are you going to do, good doctor?”
“He’s hypoxic, he needs supplemental oxygen stat,” you stated, throwing a look over your shoulder to Eobard who gripped the railing tightly before whipping out your stethoscope to listen to his heart. His heartbeat was bradycardic – a slow heart rate less than 60 BPM’s. The oxygen and some rest should fix that, he’s been physically strained like an athlete would from conditioning and training. “Get me an oxygen tank and an airway mask. Now.” Within a few seconds the speedster was back with the necessary tools. You worked delicately to supply the Timeless Wells with oxygen, moving the mask to sit securely on his face as the tank let out a steady flow of O2. “His oxygen levels should be going up to a baseline of 95%, any more than that should be a stabilizing rate for the human body.” The villain only nodded as he briefly glanced at the vitals monitor before running scans on the aftermath of the generator explosion. The Pod was still closed, albeit the glass window was cracked harshly yet intact. Eobard can only assume that the Extrication had failed but… when running neural scans, the Earth-2 frequency was absent from Harrison’s body. Eobard’s icy blue hues steeled as they landed on the unmoving pod. Negative Tachyons lingered in the air, unseen by the human eye.
Where had we gone wrong?
Your eyes moved to where Thaddeus stood over Jesse. The Earth-2 speedster languidly opened her eyes to see her brother – eyes that glistened in the light of the Speed Lab. “Hey, sis. How was your trip down memory lane?” Thad teased Jesse with a little smirk, but gentle light in his eyes.
“It was a trip. I didn’t think I’d see so much,” Jesse whispered, his voice slightly cracking as she averted her eyes. “So many things that I had forgotten that had happened...”
Thaddeus lowered his gaze, his smirk breaking as his own recollection of memories from his time came to mind. “Glad to have you back, Jess,” he held out a hand to his sister, gingerly helping her up on her two feet. Jesse let go and rubbed her face from any tears that barricaded themselves in her eyes. She exhaled a deep sigh, and a shudder ran down her body, her skin pebbled at everything she saw from deep within her mind. Every memory just further reinforced how much Jesse missed her dad and just how much pain Thaddeus had been shouldering through his life even with that goofy smile plastered on his face. He had lost Eobard and you as a child, and more recently his brother and father again.
A little breath left you as a smile danced on your lips at the two – it warmed your heart. “You’re bleeding,” Harrison weakly rasped out, snapping you out of your thoughts as he blinked his tired eyes slowly. He focused on your shoulder and arm before locking gazes with you. The subtle concern for him was present in your demeanor as you supplied him with oxygen while you disregarded your own injuries. Misplaced concern is what it is.
“Don’t worry about me, just focus on breathing. You were hypoxic, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have nausea and a fever too,” you huffed, keeping your hand on the airway mask for a little longer. Harrison took deep breaths one after the other, his lungs were feeling better. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that you were feeling some sort of guilt for the state he’s in. A state that you put him in. If he’s like this once… I shudder to think what would have happened if we tried to bring the other three back as well. “I’m not someone you should be worrying about anyway.” You moved your free hand over his sweater-covered chest, allowing your powers to resonate with his cells to assess any internal damage and to speed up any regeneration reactions in his body. As much as you disliked Harrison’s decisions, he was still a Wells whose fate was tied down to yours. He was just another person dealing with the cards he’d been dealt with, shouldering his own trials and tribulations.
“Where’s that condescending tone of yours?”
“Where’s that scowl that you have when you see me?” You retorted in a teasing manner to which Harrison responded with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his lips reluctantly twitched upwards for a second. The two of you had never acted like this – one was always cold to the other, regardless of the situation. You stepped away to let him have his space to calm himself and recover. Harrison shut his eyes, his mind could only vaguely recall what he had seen in Harry’s memories before drawing blanks of certain events. They weren’t his events, his life anyway. Right as you maneuvered yourself, the OEP hissed before slowly opening – mist escaping its confines. Jesse and Thaddeus glanced at one another then with quick steps moved to the Pod. Before you could move, Eobard had sped in front of you with an arm out. “Eobard, what-?”
“Wait.” The speedster sent you a cautious expression that accompanied his firm words. You were already injured, if something else were to happen to you before you could even recover properly Eobard wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He was already struggling with what Thaddeus had revealed to him just three days ago. Your future only invigorated the hate that he carried in his heart for The Flash. Barry Allen, you will pay for the harm you’ve inflicted on my family.
“Eobard I can protect myself.”
“I know, but just humor me-”
While the two of you bickered near Harrison, who was rolling his eyes at the argument because really now was not the time for that, but whatever, it wasn’t his business anyway - the mist settled and the OEP’s door was fully open; Jesse and Thaddeus approached it. Jesse’s breath got caught in her throat while Thad stood stunned with glistening eyes. A tear fell down his cheek as he took a step forward. Jesse covered the bottom half of her face with both hands, trying to calm her escalated breathing. There leaning against the metal of the OEP was Harry with shut eyes and head lulled to the side of the chamber. Harry wore his typical black long sleeve with his dark wash jeans and boots. His hair was chaotic as ever with light stubble on his face.
“Dad,” Thaddeus whispered, getting close enough to shake his dad a bit before gingerly trying to pull him from the pod. Harrison observed Thad and Jesse, eyes narrowing as Thaddeus pulled out his other father from the pod while Eobard phased your body for any traces of metal that were in your arm and shoulder. A gasp left you as you saw Harry being pulled from the Pod limply. Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect that he was living and breathing, no longer scattered pieces of organic molecules. Leaning his father against the cooling metal of the OEP, Thad tried once more to rouse his father awake. “Dad, come on. Wake up. Mom’s worried right now. You and Pops always worry her-” A strangled noise escaped Thaddeus right as Harry snapped his eyes open and instantly gripped the speedster by the throat. Thaddeus let out choked words, but none reached Harry as the speedster’s fear climbed as his father looked at him with angry, red-illuminated eyes. The young speedster saw his father’s jaw set, feeling his grip tighten around his throat. It was as if the Negative Speed Force in his body had infused itself within his body. The fierce expression imprinted itself in Thaddeus’ mind as his body refused to move – something he could have easily done. His blood felt cold, his skin crawling at this sudden turn of events.
“Dad, no!” Jesse shrieked right as Harry snapped at Thaddeus, scurrying close to get her father to release his iron-tight grip from her brother’s throat. Jesse released a bit of a shockwave from the tips of her finger through her father, gradually snapping Harry back to reality and prying his fingers from Thad. The poor boy coughed a few times and took a few breaths in.
Before you could have moved, Eobard had held you by your unwounded arm as you had shouted for Harry. A guarded look was present in his eyes as he gauged the interaction while you struggled in his tight grip. To Eobard, there was no telling in how this Harry would react… if he was even your Harry anymore from the extrication. Who’s to say that his mind wasn’t fragmented from the extraction. The speedster narrowed his eyes at this new development, he hadn’t calculated or expected that the generator would leak some negative tachyon residues onto the doppelganger’s being. The red slowly faded from Harry’s eyes as Jesse’s touch reached him, blinking a few times to register the harsh light in the Speed Lab. His neck felt stiff, and his limbs seemed to move with protest. Harry’s mind pounded, but he schooled his expression.
“Jesse?” Harry murmured as he looked at his daughter, with a few tears streaming from her eyes. “How…?” The speedster rushed forward, throwing her arms around her dad. Harry was still confused, but his arms gingerly wrapped around his daughter - the last thing he remembered was being at STAR Labs with Barry and the others. The ASF going online and Barry regaining his speed while… This was not STAR Labs’ Speed Lab, however. Harry’s eyes met a young man’s, a frown settling on Harry’s face as his daughter pulled away. A million questions ran through his mind as he just focused on the two people in front of him.
Thaddeus did everything in his power from crushing his dad in a hug, but he knew better than that. His dad was the ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kind of guy so he kept quiet until his dad was in the mindset for a long explanation. However, Thad’s eyes drifted to the side, and he wondered if his brother was safe – if Jack had materialized in the future… or would it take some time for the timeline to process such a turn of events? Would he have to be the one to go back? Or would a portal open in a few moments? Jack, are you ok? Are you and dad with Jesse right now in our time? Maybe I should do something…
Interesting. The speedster could only narrow his eyes at Harry as the faint Negative Tachyons faded from the Earth-2 genius when he had calmed down, reclaiming his senses. I think I might have stumbled upon a new hypothesis to test out.
Eobard’s grip on you slacked for a moment as Jesse released her father, the opportunity for you to break from his grip as you stepped towards Harry with cautious feet. “Harry,” your voice cracked as a tear fell from your eye - it caught the Earth-2 man’s attention, his eyes shifted towards you and caused you to stop in your place before reaching him. That odd look was on your face again; it made his insides twist in ways they shouldn’t. Harry felt his heart thrum warmly in his chest, but that feeling was ruined the instant he caught sight of the man behind you. Thawne. How did he know it was Thawne? It’s because of the red electricity that flickered behind the speedster’s eyes or maybe it was the way he smirked smugly at the Wells doppelganger. Harry threw a harsh glare at him before his eyes connected with another familiar face. His Earth-1 doppelganger who he’s never had the pleasure of meeting because well… Thawne killed him to steal his body. Yet, it wasn’t rocket science to put the pieces together.
“Thawne.”
“Wells.”
“I have half a mind to deck you in the face.”
Eobard took a step forward in amusement, hands in his pocket and head tilted in that way that he does to push someone’s buttons. “You’re more than welcome to try it, although you might find yourself sorely overpowered.” He really wanted to egg Harry into a fist fight.
“Guys,” you interjected with an irritated look as they tried to pick a fight with one another. “Can we not do this here? Or just period? Please?” You specifically shot Eobard a look to not take another step towards the already-pissed-off Earth-2 genius.
Harry clicked his tongue as he looked away from you both. His sacrifice with the others was justified… suicidal but justified for the lives of everyone else in the city. Surely the ASF was holding well in Barry’s system, right? He remembered Nash’s intense feelings, how he wanted to live his life here with people he had grown attached to and Harry was the one to rob him of that. Guilt had riddled Harry while Nash worked as hard as he could to figure out another way to live and grant Barry his speed. Nash should have been the one to come back, not me. Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when Jesse stepped back from his arms to be beside the young man with dark-hair, who she nudged with her elbow to pull him from his thoughts. The Earth-2 scientist couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him as he assessed Thaddeus with crossed arms once their eyes met. The genius scientist sensed something oddly familiar in the young man, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. There was a… peculiar flicker behind this other speedster’s eyes that he had seen before, over and over again.
“I have to go,” Thaddeus looked up, glancing at his sister and in a split second he was gone in a torrent of red and black lightning. He couldn’t wait, not anymore; Thaddeus had to see it for himself. The whiplash caused Jesse’s hair to blow. Harry swallowed thickly at the lightning coloration – meaning that this young man was of Thawne’s lineage with access to the Negative Speed Force. Meaning that you and Eobard had a child down the line. A bitter feeling curled in Harry’s chest at the prospect.
“Thaddeus, no!” You shouted a second too late. Your shoulders fell, irritation present on your features when Harry snuck a glance at you. “What am I going to do with him?” You sighed to yourself quietly, placing your hands on your hips.
“Let him go,” Eobard sighed as he placed a hand on your uninjured shoulder, “he was getting antsy just standing there. Seeing is believing, after all. He’ll be back in a few seconds with what he’s looking for.” You only sent him a quizzical look, wondering if this moment in time had even caught up with the future or not.
With what he’s looking for? Harry’s eyes trailed down your arm, the blood that slowly dripped down from your limb. Seeing you covered in blood brought back the memory of that night in the labs. The night you killed a meta who had been so close to killing Harry had you not intervened. Yet you paid your injuries no mind. “I see that Barry’s legacy isn’t the only one messing with the timeline.” The grimness in Harry’s voice caused you to wince, enforcing your body to freeze in your spot. “The question that remains is why?” Now, the speedster villain gave zero fucks on how brusque Harry was being towards him. In a way, Eobard anticipated such a reaction, but what he didn’t appreciate was how the hostility in his tone towards you. “What do you want? What could have been so important that you’d do whatever to bring me back? Hoping to puppeteer me against Team Flash? Is that it? Did you kidnap my doppelganger to bring me back? Is that body of yours no good so you want to steal mine?”
“Dad.” Harry disregarded his daughter’s whispered outburst and the incredulous look on her face. In a way, she did understand how the situation looked, but didn’t he want to come back? Didn’t he want to live again? The incredulous expression contorted into visible confusion. Wasn’t he happy to see her and you? Wasn’t he happy to be back in the world of the living rather than the dark void he was subjected to?
“Things weren’t right without you, Harry,” you breathed out in a shaky voice, your eyes drifting off to the side as you shifted uncomfortably in place. Your fingers twitched before the pads fiddled with the palm of your hand. Harry eyed your nervous habit. This wasn’t the kind of reunion you were expecting. You wanted nothing more than to march over there and hug him until the tears you had been holding until now would spill then dry on your face. But things can never go the way I anticipate them and Harry is as volatile as ever. Your heart stung at the cold look in his eyes – the distrust in them towards you with Eo at your side. Was this a mistake? Would the truth sway him to see reason? “Without you and the others.” It would have been too much on Harrison if I had asked him to let us revive the boys’ dead uncles – not after how weak he’s feeling right now. I don’t think his body would be able to handle another molecular separation for a few weeks.
The words that Harry was ready to lash out with had died in his throat at the hurt in your voice. He noticed the bags under your eyes, you hadn’t been sleeping well – how long had you been waiting for this moment? You missed him, yet… A sort of ache echoed in his chest, but that was pushed aside when his eyes landed on Thawne once more. Harry felt his skin crawl, repulsed by the presence of the murderous speedster as he clenched a fist only to let it go. “Jesse, we’re leaving,” the Earth-2 genius stated lowly as he met his daughter’s widened eyes.
“What? Why?”
“We’re going back home.”
“But Eobard and (Y/N) just brought you back, aren’t you happy to see me again, dad? Nothing’s been the same without you, everything’s been in shambles since this second Crisis. (Y/N) would lose sleep over-”
Why does she keep calling Thawne by his first name? “-Jesse-” What has he done to you, Jess.
“-I’m not going anywhere. I won’t until you hear the truth from Thaddeus. Until you know what’s going to happen.”
“The truth? The truth about what? What else is there to say Jesse? Thawne is a convicted felon in Team Flash’s book – he killed Barry’s mother and caused so much pain for our friends, our family. He’s the reason why Caitlin’s fiancé died, not to mention Iris’ fiancé as well. He’s the reason Cisco can never get rid of those nightmares; he’s tormented Joe and Cecile. And to top it off, he’s a jackass that stole my doppelganger's body when he lost his speed for a dumbass revenge decision that had gone wrong. He’s effectively changed the timeline one too many times to his liking and is the reason Barry couldn’t sit still so that jackwagon created Flashpoint just to feel some sense of normalcy only to further fuck this up on Earth-1. And guess who had to fix that for Allen? Thawne did, but to his perception – people died, others lived. The longer we stayed on Earth-1, the longer we got involved in this shitshow. Thaddeus is his father’s son if anything. ” Just as deceptive and cunning with that cursed Speed Force in his veins. Turning his head from his daughter, Harry sent you a hard look that had your heart reeling before his gaze locked onto Jesse’s glowering one. No matter how much my heart wants to harbor a place for her, she will always be Thawne’s. Her heart and affections and ambitions would never be mine to share.
“Don’t talk about my brother like that-.”
“-Do not speak about my son like you know anything about him. He’s better than you and Eobard combined!”
“Excuse me?” Harry threw a look at your sudden outburst coupled with Jesse’s. You gritted your teeth as you dared to not avert your eyes from his intense gaze when he had directed his words towards you. You desperately wanted to say more, wanted to tell him that things had changed; to explain to Harry everything that’s transpired from the future. But you couldn’t move your mouth, couldn’t match the intensity that rang deep in his voice. Instead, you stood your ground under his gaze, he had to know the truth before making a decision. You wouldn’t force Harry to stay if he did not wish that. Eobard held his tongue at the accusations because Harry was right, and he didn’t want the situation to be made worse. Jesse’s the only one who can talk Harry down from the gradual stoked flames of rage within the Wells doppelganger. “I don’t know what web of lies the two of you have been spinning around my daughter, but I can assure you it won’t come without a price.”
“You can say whatever you want about me and about Eobard, but the line is drawn when it comes to one of my sons,” you retaliated steely. This was getting trickier with each second that passed. “Everyone has their own perception of reality, it’s only when you acknowledge the entire truth then would you be able to see reality as it truly is.” Eo is a villainous speedster with his own agenda and fucking up Barry’s life was one of them… but so was not dying and more recently protecting what he’s grown to call his own version of a family that he’s been secretly hoping to have down the line.
Harry gave you a hard look before turning back to his daughter. He didn’t want to acknowledge this new ‘truth’ that Thawne had obviously fabricated to align his daughter and yourself with. At least with you, Thawne’s your heart's weakness, but Jesse… What had exactly happened since I’ve been gone? “Jesse, listen to reason. (Y/N)’s his accomplice at this point.” As much as it pains me to say it, I don’t think I can trust her with her current set of choices. “No matter how you look at it and no matter what good intentions came from bringing me back. I’ve had enough of being fooled when all I need to do is protect you and the others. No one else matters, not anymore.” You gritted your teeth but said nothing when you were met with nothing but a disappointed look from the Wells doppelganger towards you as he said the latter statement. “Let’s go back home to the others.”
Harrison rubbed his face tiredly when Harry spoke about him as if he wasn’t in the room, which he was. The Timeless Wells was too fatigued to speak up, truly Harrison just wanted to regain his strength and crash when he gets home to Tess. Harry’s increase in tone of voice just allowed his mild headache to get slightly worse. The lights in the Speed Lab weren’t helping either. Harrison cracked his neck before leaning forward in his seat, raking a hand through his hair. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid – family matters. A quiet sigh left his lips, though he was oddly intrigued when Thawne had made no quip whatsoever. She must have him on a tight leash, the irony.
Jesse had pursed her lips at her father’s words; her insides twisted uncomfortably that her dad would say such things about you, the person that he had been falling for since day one. That he would say such things about a son he didn't know he’d have yet and accuse him of being as wicked as Eobard Thawne when Thaddeus was nothing short from goofy and snarky. All the things Harry had said were true about Eobard and you, but how long were they going to sacrifice things for Team Flash when only disaster resulted in their wake? Did it take me some time to come to terms with what had happened? Yes. Am I pissed off no one from Team Flash had the gall to look for me and tell me what happened? Also yes. Was I hesitant to trust Thad’s truth? Yeah, I was walking on eggshells a bit around him and Thawne. And knowing Eobard’s nature, I was cautious at first, but he hadn’t given me a personal reason to keep that guard up very long. Especially when the three did what they could to give me space to make my own decisions when it came to understanding what was going on. It was odd, the amount of sincerity from the doomed trio. Since meeting Thaddeus, Jesse couldn’t think of parting ways with him and only silent anger and resentment festered inside of her when she’d been ecstatic to not only have Harry back, but to meet her long lost brother. She’d lost her dad, not once – but twice because of the bullshit the team found themselves facing. She was getting tired of it, first it was HR then her father, fast forward three years later and it's all the Wells in the multiverse. At least on Earth-2, things were tamer in a sense her dad would be at the labs with her again. “You’re right, enough is enough.” Harry gauged his daughter once more, his grip tightening a fraction on her shoulders. “Thawne’s actions aren’t something to look past, but people are capable of change, aren’t they? Whether it’s for the better or the worse. You were capable of changing, so why can’t Thawne?” I’m not a little kid, I’ve done my fair share of evaluating the situation for two whole months while staying with (Y/N). I know where and who to put my trust in; I know when to follow my gut instincts and my gut is telling me that this is the right decision no matter how you’re seeing it now, dad.
“Where are you going with this, Jesse?”
“Team Flash isn’t our only family. Not after what they’ll do if things progress in this direction – not after so much they’ve taken from me, from us. Dad, I almost lost you with Devoe and then I lost you because of the Crisis and no one told me until I came to Earth-1. (Y/N) was the one to tell me everything, she was there for me after all this time.”
Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek. His mind recalling that night he and the others said their final farewells. How you were begging him to stop. How you were crying and telling him that there was supposed to be another way. How he had been a coward yet again from telling you how he had felt after all these years of knowing each other. It crippled his soul to see you so broken, but he’d sacrifice himself again for you to live on. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before Harry could further express his frustration and other mixed feelings on the matter a breach opened up a few feet away. Energy channeled from the multiverse swirled, as Thaddeus jumped out while grasping on the clothes of another young man with dark hair. The young man beside Thaddeus looked very similar to him, albeit different than Thaddeus especially in demeanor. But that flicker of intelligence was also present in this young man’s eyes as well as a certain fire that Harry loved to see in your own eyes. Both young men stood on shaky feet for a few seconds before gathering their bearings as the portal closed and the red-black lightning dissipated in the air. The other young man’s eyes scanned the Speed lab in silent awe before his gaze had locked onto the people standing around. Harry heard the little gasp you made as you eyed the young man, the tears welling up in your eyes once more. You fiddled with your hands, the nervous habit kicked in.
“Now introductions can be properly made,” the speedster grinned widely with hands on his hips as he stood proudly beside the other young man. Harry raised an eyebrow at Thaddeus’ happy-go-lucky persona, reminding him of HR if anything in contrast to Eobard’s shrewd nature. “My name is Thaddeus Thawne,” the young speedster simply directed his words to Harry and followed with, “I’m your son from the future. Well, one of two sons, anyway, but the best of the two.”
“You are so not,” your other son protested while sending his brother a look. “And how is this a proper introduction if we need to explain why the hell we’re here?” But Thaddeus ignored him.
Jesse snorted when her brother did a little finger-gun gesture, “You’re such a fucking dweeb.” Harry did not look amused in the slightest, instead stood with crossed arms in wanting to go back to Team Flash at STAR Labs. He eyed his daughter, her demeanor emphasized the idea that she had known Thaddeus for years, but that seemed like something Harry would highly doubt as these two boys are from the future.
“You guys are mean,” Thad pouted when he lowered his hands to which his brother breathed out a little chuckle.
“Serves you right for taking your time,” Jesse retorted and Jack rolled his eyes. And it’s a good thing you came back in time, because I don’t know how much I could keep going while arguing with dad about my decisions.
“Uh, I’m Jackson Wells,” Jack did an awkward little wave as he shifted from one foot to the other. His eyes couldn’t leave you and Eobard. Jackson felt like a fish out of water – it’s been years since he had seen you and him in one piece. “Never thought I’d have to introduce myself to my dads and mom before. Guess there’s a first for everything.”
Did I hear him correctly? “… What?” Harry only stared at the two as if they’d grown two heads or something before shifting his gaze to you. You sheepishly smiled at him, sending him a little wave and he knew you knew exactly what was going on through his head by just a simple question. Harry didn’t like that all-knowing expression on Thawne’s face, a smug smirk and all - it pissed the Earth-2 scientist even more. Secretly, Harry wanted answers; he wanted to do his own evaluation to see who was telling the truth and to pull his daughter out of whatever lie she’s fallen for.
“I think you should probably take a seat inside for this, Harry,” you took a step towards him, standing in front of him while giving the scientist a small smile to the pensive look he had on his face. You wanted to reach out to him, but he still seemed so far away. Harry gauged that sweet expression of yours, one that made his heart flutter without fail, before locking eyes on the damned speedster in the room – who he thought would start something but instead Harry found Eobard staring at Jackson with little to no animosity. It was as if Thawne had been waiting to see him for a while. Harry’s eyes then traced back to Harrison, who’s standing further away from the group; a clear indication that he was ready to leave, but his condition proved otherwise as he leaned against the railing by the wall. The Time Traveler knew he’d need the night to recover with how his vision blurred, which meant that he was also staying with you and the others. Blue eyes met yours once more, lingering for a bit before Harry sighed in defeat to which Jesse squealed in victory while Thaddeus and Jackson breathed out a sigh of relief. Eobard glanced at Harrison then to Harry and back to you.
Harry’s willing to listen before being the judge of the situation. Doesn’t mean he’ll like what he hears.
***
Sleep has been and will always be something that Harry lacked… something that you had also been deprived of for a full year and a half now, from what he’s found out. The Wells doppelganger had overheard Thaddeus report to Jackson that you had turned in for an early night, actually falling asleep with no signs of those dreadful nightmares. Your fears and doubts plagued you even in the land of dreams - but not tonight, not with Harry’s return. Harry’s heart tightened in his chest at the thought of you losing sleep because your subconscious wouldn’t give you some semblance of rest. You never had that issue before the second Crisis, you never had that issue when he was more in your life. Guilt burned in Harry’s body; the guilt of not returning as soon as he could before Crisis to be by your side. Instead, it was Thawne. Guilt flared alongside jealousy and regret. The scientist didn’t like Thawne, but Harry can’t deny the devotion he sees in Thawne’s eyes when it came to you. The same devotion he had hidden a few years ago…
Though Harry had been pulled from that unforgiving and cold void a few hours prior, the dark-haired doppelganger was restless as ever. His fingers twitched to fiddle with his tools and some device to sort his chaotic thoughts. You. Him. And Thawne? Ridiculous. Harry huffed at the thought, yet his supposed child from the future ran back in time to bring his brother and himself back to the world of the living. Crisis was one thing, but this… How do I even logically sort through this? The Earth-2 scientist shook his head, unsure that polygamy was something for him, but… Surely, it was something he was open to? Somehow, he and Thawne made amends in the future for Jackson and Thaddeus to be born from you. Right? The future held so many questions as the tall man continued to reflect on the base knowledge he knew of the boys and their future; his socked feet brought him to the Speed Lab Thaddeus and Jesse had worked on in a span of a few weeks while Thawne pieced the science together on pulling him from the void. Harry still didn’t trust the speedster, more so with you around – the lithe man couldn’t deny his own feelings for you, but… Can one heart be shared with two without discord ensuing? Can this timeline prove that the other wasn’t just a falsification of two boys grasping at straws to have parents? Could I finally tell (Y/N) all that I’ve felt for her? Or would I be a coward again and bury those feelings deep inside? Only time would tell with those questions, and he would have to make a decision at some point. This new family of his or the ones he’s been with for years? Who would I choose? Team Flash or this family with the boys and Jesse?
From the dark hallway, Harry could hear fits of laughter and hushed whispers of conspiracy coming from the lab. Light from the lab bled out into the corridor causing Harry to squint his eyes to adjust from maneuvering in the darkness for some time. Blinking a few times, the genius spotted his daughter with his two future sons, a phrase he was trying to get used to saying. Harry observed the mischief that hung in the air, the cheeky looks on his son's faces – no thanks to your sassy nature. The corners of Harry’s lips twitched upward slightly as the three discussed God knows what. However, something about the way they talked had Harry drawn to them, stepping further into the lab with quiet feet.
“What are you three scheming?” The three siblings glanced at one another before looking at their father's sudden voice jolting them for a moment. A certain twinkle in Jack and Thad’s eyes while Jesse leaned back in her chair with a contemplating look. He swore that the twinkle in his future boys’ eyes were ones of troublemakers in the making. A set of future troublemakers in cahoots with Jesse, no harm to come from those three. NOT. Harry crossed his arms, waiting for an answer from the three, giving that stern fatherly look. It seemed like the boys were all too familiar with his interrogating stance.
“We’re going to save mom and dad.”
“From what exactly?” Harry simply raised an eyebrow at the boys – that notion still seemed so foreign to him as the young men from the future sat in front of him. His eldest daughter remained silent, gesturing for her half-brothers to explain themselves once more that night.
Jack was the one who spoke up this time, an inkling of grimness in his tone. “From Barry Allen.”
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