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You were by the nurse’s station, tablet in hand as you read over one of your patient’s chart. They were already doing so much better since you had first seen them. The moment you touched them, their injuries disappeared and they started healing from the inside. Another day and they’d be well enough to go home and finish their healing there. It made you smile to yourself, once again grateful for your abilities.
“Dr. {Last Name}?” a voice called out from behind you.
You turned around, coming face-to-face with two men you’d never seen before. One was taller than the other, giving you a soft smile as if to appear nonthreatening. The other did the same, except his was wider and more friendly.
“Yes? What can I do for you?” you asked.
“My name is Barry Allen with CCPD’s CSI and this is my colleague, Cisco Ramon. Could we talk in private?” the tall one named Barry asked.
“Sure, we can talk in my office,” you told them before beginning to walk away from the nurse’s station.
You led them down the halls of the hospital towards a small room that was your office. You opened the door and let them go in first, entering yourself once they were inside and closing the door behind you. When the door was shut, you turned to look back at them, wondering what the CSI division needed with you.
“We’re here because you were attacked a week ago, by Goldface’s men,” Barry explained.
You stood still at the mention of Goldface, for a second reliving the night you were attacked. You were walking home from your shift at the hospital when they came out of nowhere. You didn’t know what they wanted with you at first but three of his men were holding you a knife point. Their intent was to kidnap you and they would have, if it hadn’t been for The Flash saving you.
“What about them?” you asked.
“We need to know why they attacked you that night. We think it might be related to a case we’re working on,” Cisco told you.
You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating on what you should say. There was a reason you were attacked, they had planned to kidnap you for your abilities. How they found out about them was beyond you but they knew you were a meta with healing powers. A meta like you was worth millions on the black market and their every intent was to sell you to the highest bidder.
“I-I don’t know, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m sorry, I don’t think my situation is related,” you lied.
You saw Barry’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, fully knowing he didn’t believe you. You didn’t want to be involved in this, you got lucky that night and you wanted it to stay that way.
“We can help you, we’ll make sure he and his men won’t hurt you again,” Barry said, hoping to ease your worries and encourage you to speak.
You were quiet again, but something about him told you you could trust him. He felt familiar somehow. “They wanted me for my abilities. I’m a meta-human with healing powers. I don’t know how they found out, the only time I ever use my powers is here at the hospital.”
Neither of them spoke but they shared a look between each other that told you everything. They weren’t shocked about what you told them so you could only assume they had already known.
“You need to come with us. We can keep you safe until we know his men won’t be after you again,” Cisco said.
“I’m sorry I can’t. I have patients here who need me, I can’t just leave them,” you argued.
“Dr. {Last Name}, please come with us. We want to ensure your safety so your patients can continue to have a doctor like you,” Barry spoke this time.
You furrowed your brows this time, thinking about his words before ultimately nodding your head in agreement. He was right, in order for you to keep treating people as you were, you needed to be safe first. After you agreed, they told you they’d be back after your shift was over, giving you the chance to finish your day and pass your patients to someone else in the mean time.
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Imagine Eobard Thawne risking his life to save you.
Eobard thought he knew what it was like to lose everything. All of the times that The Flash had humiliated him, made him lose faith in himself, lose faith in the only idol that he ever had, he was sure that he had felt it all. He lost his job while working diligently on creating on his own suit, he lost touch with his family because he was so busy building this persona, this superhero. He thought he knew it all, until you came into the picture.Until you became someone whom he could lose.
He had three choices ahead of him, and none of them seemed ideal. He could a) save you from the fire that he knew that you were caught in because you had called STARLabs looking for help, though this would mean potentially putting himself in the hands of Barry. b) He could stop Barry, and knew that if there were any fatalities in the building because of their fight, Barry would blame himself which would work well into his plan. Or c) he could stay here in his Harrison Wells disguise and do absolutely nothing.
“I have to use the bathroom, excuse me,” He said to Cisco, and wheeled out of the room while Cisco was on the comms to Barry, leading him to the sight of the fire. He didn’t go to the bathroom. He went to his secret room, clamored out of the chair, and pulled on the yellow suit. You were the only good part of the timeline. The glue of the team, the one who took care of everyone. You had been taking care of Harrison for a while now, never suspecting that he was anything or anyone other than who he had said that he was. You were the only person he felt guilty lying to. You were almost as important to him as his mission.
There was no other real choice but option A.
A yellow light streaked through Central City as he arrived at the fire. He couldn’t slow down, even if that meant giving himself away. You said you were on the fifth floor, having come for an appointment about something or other. Barry couldn’t show favoritism. He couldn’t just get you out. He was too good. He had to try to get everyone. But Eobard wasn’t the good guy here. He could be selfish. He could just get you.
His particular light was noticed, and Barry steered in his direction, trying to push him away, out of the building, somewhere else to fight. Or at least to distract him from the fire so he could get the citizens out and then fight. But Eobard was not to be put off. He crashed into Barry’s side, pushing him into the flames and kept going, up the stairs, his feet barely touching the ground, fifth floor - he saw the sign through the heavy smoke. And then it was his turn to be hit, to be thrown off of his guard and slammed into one of the walls which had a weak foundation, crumbling away and causing him to be thrown to the ground, nearly to the window. He got up, having to focus on moving his face to keep the blur up, then speeding past the flash to search through the rooms. It was like that game, Beyblades, with the way that they were bumping into one another, trying to throw each other off of the path. But it was, ultimately Eobard that found you first. Who scooped you while Barry was distracted by trying to get a hold of himself after a particularly nasty push, and brought you down to the ground safely.
You were in shock, to say the least. Barry, you expected. The Man in Yellow? Not so much. But he had saved you, despite his reputation for violence and hatred. “Umm - thank you,” You said. You couldn’t see his face through the blur that he was causing, not a single feature could be made out but you thought you were looking at his eyes. “Thank you,” You said, more stable this time. He didn’t say anything, didn’t dare, just made sure that you were on your feet, and then rushed off without another word, straight to STAR Labs, straight back to his Harrison clothes, to the wheelchair, and wheeled himself out.
“What did I miss?” He asked, returning to Cisco’s side, looking at the monitors.
“Man in Yellow, y/n is safe,” Cisco muttered, distracted. “I don’t see any sign of him anywhere. Looks like he left the scene Barry. I can’t find him.”
“Okay, I’ll just take care of the rest of the survivors,” Barry’s voice came through. Eobard didn’t sigh in relief, at least not audibly. On the inside though, yes. You were safe. He wasn’t caught. The risk had all been totally worth it.
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Can I pretty please get "hugging with height-difference" with my beloved Wally?
Only cause you said pretty please
24. Hugging with a height difference
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“When you fall, I’m gonna have to catch you, you know that, right?” he says, watching as she climbs the counter, one leg cocked sideways the other with her knee pressed into the marble as she lifts herself up with her arms.
“I’m not gonna fall,” she retorts, opening up the cabinet. “I’ve been doing this since I was like eight. I’m a pro at climbing counters by now.”
“Uh huh,” Wally answers, amusement in his tone as he simply keeps watching her. Something in him jolts with a fear when she manages to come to a full stand up on the counter, arm shoved back into the cabinet as she scrounges around for whatever it is she’s looking for. “What are you looking for again, babe?”
She grunts as she yanks something out, stares at it, then shoves it back in and keeps rummaging. “Tupperware to put the takeout in.”
“I’m going to eat it all before dinner?”
“Not mine you’re not,” she retorts and pulls out a blue lidded Tupperware bowl with a triumphant noise. “Got it!” she shouts with joy and takes a step back, but it’s bigger than she anticipates, and her joy quickly turns to fear as her foot slips off the counter. Her hand is slapping for the cabinet door, fingers grasping it but it slips through her fingers and she braces herself for impact.
It never comes.
Warm, strong arms wrap around her, and her feet touch the ground, safe and sound. She looks up at Wally as he stares down at her with an expression of worry that’s slowly calming; he smiles. “Told you that I was gonna have to catch you.”
Her expression softens and she wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest as he rests his chin on her head, arms tight around her. “Thanks, Wally.”
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— still a hero.
summary || `` trapped in the worst earth to ever exist, the scientist finds herself in a confession made by the dark speedster. ``
pairing: headcanon–blitzkrieg!barry x fem!scientist!reader
song recommendation: innocent (taylor swift)
lowercase is intended…
— themes and warning/s: fluff, enemies to lovers-ish, swearing (?), suggestive for a moment (but not really?), comfort, mentions nazis, mentions death (nobody dies though), and a bit angsty
— a/n: actually, i have absolutely no knowledge of comic!blitzkrieg but ever since i found out that this character was cut out of crisis on earth-x (alleged..? so not sure), i knew i had to write about angsty barry with a different flavor and storyline… did i nail it? did i nail it better than the cw– anywho, enjoy! (i also write for k-pop on my main account so if you’re into that, follow @mgnifiqueyoo ^^)
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alright.
here's the so-called thing: it's been weeks since the nazi in the black suit stopped the führer from executing you and you just couldn't stop thinking about it.
you were from earth-1, a curious scientist who had gone to lengths to explore the multiverse and it just so happened that you landed on this one. i mean, what's wrong with living on an earth where the nazis won? haha, everything.
everything's seriously fucked up.
“hey!” the speedster was aggressive but not in a way that you'd expect as you stood there in the middle of a red 'x' symbol on the cemented ground, ready to be shot with one of those arrows that killed the innocents who chose not to conform. you opened your eyes to see that the hooded führer, leader of the entire world, was even startled by how the black streak was stopping him from ending your final breaths. “i know this is for the fatherland but she’s done nothing. she's not the one who stole the samples from us. you've got the wrong girl.”
the führer, an awful version of the star city mayor, oliver queen, lowered his bow and you were just mind-blown that he'd even take it into consideration.
“are you sure about this? because i’ll put an arrow in your eye if we're both wrong.” he taunted through gritted teeth as the speedster ran towards him, stopping right in front of him. he was so fast that you couldn't even tell if he was teleporting or running.
he is the fastest man alive after all.
“oh, right. i'm sure,” the masked accomplice answered with a chuckle, later placing his hands behind his head as if this was all a game to him. “and also, i can easily kill you right now but i wouldn't do that since i'm telling you the truth.”
“good point.” the archer responded, breathing in as he turned around to face his other men, who had now lowered their guns as well while his kryptonian wife squinted her eyes, quite disgusted.
“we're done here. she's in blitzkreig's hands,” he told her, which almost made her feel nauseous. — she anticipated your death the most but that's not even the weirdest part about her; she's literally an alien. “she's of no importance anyway.”
and somehow, that brought you here; you're now in the headquarters of those nazis, waiting for the speedster to show up. why? because he ridiculously called you in the middle of the night and you think that it's an emergency.
oh, right. you're his speed mentor these days. that's why he did that.
“where is he?” you mutter in almost a whisper, bouncing your leg furiously as the heel of your shoe tapped the floor's tiles. time is ticking and you're getting anxious. what if this is a trap, right? that could get you killed.
but what if it isn't? then, something else must be up.
a familiar gust of wind strikes into the room, even snatching your wrist watch away as he checks the time himself. “i'm not too late, am i?” he asks in a joking manner as you can't help but let out a sigh, trying to keep your patience together. for the record, you thought he was getting killed and for some reason, you kind of wished that something as serious as that was actually happening instead.
“... was there even an emergency?” you question, your brows already knitting lower as he lets out a chuckle. “so, there's no emergency,” you utter, still trying your best not to say anything that'd annoy him – which would later convince him to turn you to the führer or just kill you himself. “great. that's understandable.”
the strange meta laughs even louder, later looking down at you with his bottom lip bitten by himself as if he'd been viewing you differently.
“don't sulk about it, doc. remember, you signed up for this,” he tells you to quit thinking about it as a bad thing, tilting his head to the side. you could just see it in his eyes – the desire to annoy you in that high chair you're sitting on. “would you rather be an earth-1 fugitive or be a free man- well, woman, on this earth? plus, you're my property anyway. you've already gotten so many privileges with just that.”
he's smug, unserious, and unbelievably so overconfident that even as bad as siren-x wanted to replace him – but mainly because of her feelings for the one and only führer but let's not dive into that love triangle between an alien, a meta, and the jacked apple of their eye.
“but i do have a problem… surprisingly.”
you raise both of your eyebrows, intrigued by how his mood shifted. you never expected the blitzkrieg, killer speedster faster than thawne, to consult you about a problem. he's never had them before and it just shows how bothered he is by this so-called problem.
so, what is it?
“are you… running differently?” the question almost sounded like a joke to him if it weren't for that genuine look on his face. the speedster crosses his arms, slightly puckering his lower lip out while he's obviously frowning at you through that mask. it's hard to make out what his face actually looks like but for some reason, you can read him so well.
but then, he lets out a quiet snicker. “no, that's a shit guess... guess again.” he was eager to let you find out the reason yourself that you just spent a few seconds (fifteen or so?) thinking of a possible answer.
and when you looked back up at him, you shake your head, causing him to roll his eyes, annoyed again. “guess again- come on, you’re not an idiot. if you were, then i would’ve let you get killed.”
“i literally don’t know. i’m sorry.” you apologize – well, more like forced to do so – as he slouches his shoulders in disappointment. he just couldn’t believe that it’s hopeless for you to know what his problem was!
even though he was being totally vague and unreasonable at this point, he knew you knew him in a different way; in a way that you knew what he’s like even without knowing the face behind the mask.
so it just surprised him that you had no idea what he’s talking about.
he takes in a deep breath, readying himself to tell you the issue; the main reason why you’re here in the lab at three o’clock in the morning all by yourself and… him, of course.
“i can’t sleep and i don’t know why… this is my first time, alright? don’t judge,” he blurts out, the confidence stripping away little by little as you take a moment to understand what he’s telling you. is he not joking with you? that’s a new thing.
he’s always so fond of ruining your days whenever you come around to work at the laboratory but he seems so different now. way too solemn for you to think he’s even joking at this very moment.
“... you can’t sleep well, is that why you called me here at 3 am?”
and shockingly, he nods right away, determined to learn more about his ongoing problem. “yes and god, it’s horrible. everytime i close my eyes, i keep on thinking about something else and the next thing, my mind’s all about her.” blitzkrieg runs his mouth almost faster than he could do with his own legs that he doesn’t even realize that he let an important and rather private detail slip.
her
who was she?
“... her?” you ask, watching how his already dilated eyes almost jump out of its sockets, terrified to find out that you heard him say those things hilariously clear. in panic, the wrist watch he snatched from you drops from his grip, resulting in him looking down to see what he’s done.
“is she an ex-girlfriend?” you continued to ask him, not letting the key part of his sleeping problem get ignored as you find yourself getting even more interested.
“um… no, she isn’t. not an ex or anything,” he answers truthfully, the unknown awkward side of him taking over his voice as he later picks up the wrist watch from the floor. handing it to you, he manages to keep his distance, his hands intertwined with one another while he stands stiffly. “but, uh, i count her as somewhat of a friend- it’s complicated.” he crosses his arms, slightly nodding as those words of denial flow out of his lips, his eyes clearly avoiding yours.
‘is he having a crush on someone?’ you think, tilting your head to one side as you lean your chin over your knuckles, unsure of what else you could make out of this brand new information that you’d rather expect from the ruthless kryptonian with the heart disease.
“look, i’m not a therapist or anything so i’ll use my logic instead,” you start with a disclaimer, leaning your back against the rails of the high chair as he nods once again, still willing to listen. “so, what are those thoughts specifically? i mean, there’s a really huge chance that those thoughts could be distracting enough to not make you sleep.”
he stares at the other side of the room, silent again. you could tell he was so bothered by his own late-night thoughts that he could spend seconds staying quiet just by thinking about them. “... i keep on remembering how she’s looked me in the eye, scared shitless. untrusting. overall pathetic… but for some reason, i always feel the need to protect her.”
“... you could feel that?”
“i said don’t judge.”
but it was too unexpected for him to feel that way about someone! whoever that girl was, you were so sure that blitzkrieg loved her whether he’d admit it to himself or not.
“but that’s not all, i also think of her in ways that i probably shouldn’t tell you,” he says in a teasing tone, his signature smirk finally showing up within his lips after long moments of just pure seriousness and deep down in him, he’s wishing to make you feel the nosiest you’ve ever been. “... or should i?”
you squint your eyes at him in confusion, torn between being nosy and being a decent “doctor” or whatever he wants you to be.
“you seem excited to tell me so do as you please,” you say with a slight chuckle, trying your best to be relaxed about it as if you’re not interested to listen in the first place – which, in reality, you actually are.
“what? you want me to tell you?” he’s around the middle of laughing and panicking as he avoids that look on your face again, just like earlier. in response, you hum, still playing the chill listener, who would choose to keep the darkest secrets of her friends to herself than letting them have their own privacy.
after all, you’d swear to tell no one.
it’s not really much of a big deal.
he then faces you once more, eyes looking at you from top to bottom as he takes a step or two towards you. suddenly, he lifts away the mask from his face, finally revealing his biggest secret to you with anxiety firing up his nerves – and apparently, you knew who he was all along.
well, his earth-1 counterpart at least: bartholomew henry allen, the chemist from central city’s police department; someone that your past co-worker julian albert used to dislike for months.
“barry allen?” you whisper in disbelief, carefully bringing your palm to your lips to shush yourself as he nods slowly. to be honest, he’s been waiting ages for you to figure that out but it seems that you’ve brushed those thoughts away for a reason that he had no idea about.
“anyway, back to the topic, are you sure that you want to know what i think of her?” he changes the subject as quickly as possible, which causes you to take a second before nodding along. well, it’s quite a thing for this earth to get shocking with the counterparts – this man in front of you would be called a “modern hero” in your world yet in this one, it seemed that wasn’t the case.
let’s face it. even this version of barry would call himself unkind. “oh, and before you ask why i showed you my face, that’s because i trust you,” he begins with a reminder, hoping that you’d take note of that as you nod once more. your ears are basically ringing, tingling, and almost itching to listen to what he’d tell you. “i want you to tell no one else about this, is that clear?”
and of course, you nod another time, already getting even more impatient as minutes pass by.
“i don’t think i should explain further when i tell you that i think about her a lot in bed,” barry admits with a smirk on his face as one of your eyebrow arches in curiosity. you later let out a hum, a cue for him to continue with his stories; you’re now definitely sure that he really does like her, whoever she is.
“i think about how her skin would feel under my fingertips once she finds out who i really am.”
he takes another step towards you, his eyes fixated on his gloved hands as he looks back into your eyes in a way that he’s almost telling you something that shouldn’t be said.
something that’d put himself in danger. “often times, i’d think of playing the hero over and over again… just so she knows that i’ll put my life on the line for her,” he says, later glaring back at you with a hint of desperation. — he’s been waiting for seconds, minutes, days, and even weeks to tell you this. to tell you all about it. to tell you that this girl he’s talking about is no stranger to you.
he then takes the empty seat next to yours, keeping his head down for a while. for him, saying things like these is a struggle, especially since he lives in a world where freedom couldn’t be an option unless you’re wearing a badge. and even though you were his “speed doctor,” he knew that you wouldn’t still be treated the same way as he was and the constant reminder of that was crushing him slowly.
and then, he lifts his head up and says, “i’ve been thinking about you all the time.”
you freeze in your seat as if time has stopped, taken aback by how he’s now talking about you and not someone else you didn’t know. barry reaches for your hand and you let him take it, placing it over his chest as if he’s asking you to check his pulse.
“when doctor west… iris was executed by thawne, i thought that i could never feel this way anymore,” he admits, softly caressing your hand. the rough leather of his suit grazes over your skin so gently like a feather that he almost forgot that he’d also use that same hand to drill into someone’s chest, even taking their heart out for the fun of it. “but you… you made me realize that i wasn’t always a monster. that i once loved someone… that i was once human.”
“... barry-”
“you don’t have to say anything,” he cuts you off, shaking his head as if he’s actually giving you control of the situation unlike usual, wherein it’s always his call that matters. and deep down, you didn’t know what to tell him.
everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t even believe that this earth’s barry is the man behind that dark mask, which would usually be seen before someone’s death.
he then takes another deep breath, returning your hand back to you as he looks out at the window, spending a few moments to think about what he’s done. — he fell in love with you already and it’s too late to crawl out of the deep pit that has no floor; a wide space like an ocean but instead of waters, it’s all those things about you. what he liked about you from head to toe. the things that his mind would be focused on every single night.
he couldn’t sleep, yes.
but he’d always smile whenever he remembers that somebody like you exists in his life.
a life so dark, so broken, so warped that he believes that he doesn’t even deserve to feel loved.
“i can take you back to your earth, where you belong. i know you’ve been staying here for months…” he trailed off, thinking about it deeply. he's torn between it. just because he could love, that didn't mean he's an angel – he's a thousand miles away from it.
he wants you here all to himself and owned by no one else but him. he craves for you to be around him all the time. he wants your eyes on him only.
but he knew it would hurt you.
and it almost kills him to think of that.
“... but you deserve to go home.” he was miserable. deep down that silly, menacing facade was just someone so in need of feeling something. anything. and god, was it so addicting to feel some love for once. “because in the end, you'll always be that person who reminded me of who i used to be… who i wished to be.”
there was long, loud silence. a silence that ticks like a time bomb, pressuring you to think of how this all would turn out to be. after all, what would happen next is in your hands.
“i’m starting to think that there’s a reason why i ended up here,” you said with a gulp, about to make the biggest decision ever. he raised an eyebrow at you, confusion shown within his whole face as he cocked his head to the side with a question that remained in his mind– what exactly did you mean?
“this world needs saving… and maybe we’ll be the ones who’d save it.”
the speedster had a frozen look on his face, clearly not expecting that those words would even come out of your mouth.
“do you really think that it’s not too late for me to change?” hope was seen in his eyes, his brows furrowed in both confusion yet belief in what you’d tell him next as you nodded, your soft palm later reaching for the side of his face.
he closed his eyes so tightly for a long moment, his chest rising up and down so quickly in anticipation.
he’s never felt a touch like that in ages. the last time he’s ever felt a hand graze over his skin was the moment he’s locked eyes with his iris, who had been fighting for her life ‘til her last breath.
i’ll be okay, she said no matter how the red pooled over her chest, the blade that thawne held seconds before was sticking out of her.
the very moment he’d realized that this agenda that the new reich had implemented was not worth doing at all.
“there’s a hero in all of us,” you said, your hand slipping away from his skin slowly when he’s suddenly reached out for it, holding your arm so dearly like fragile, thin glass. “and you already saved me.”
“let’s go save the world together, then?”
“of course.”
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#117 Barry Allen and Cisco Ramon [Requested]
A/N: Fifth part is finally here! First part is #105, second is #107 and third is #111 and fourth is #114.
There’s a dissonance of cheerful conversation, the hiss of specialized beverage equipment and the deafening chime from the brass countertop bell as an order is completed; the amalgam of sound a mere obscure mess of white noise, the soothing scent of coffee blended with a rich chocolate foam eliciting a sigh of delight. This has become routine; settling into your usual table near the rear exit, files strewn across the mahogany café table, mocha in hand as you wait for- there it is- the magnetism in the atmosphere as a neon yellow and maroon blur enters your peripheral vision and your files soar in the air for a moment before a playful scowl quirks your mouth. Barry Allen is standing in the queue; an adorably sheepish smile on his handsome face as he offers an apologetic expression and a subtle wave as a greeting. There’s a sudden gust of wind; hair tousled and blinking you release a forceful huff to blow the hair out of your vision just in time to see that the files had been laid in their previous spot and a beautifully decorated donut lies beside your steaming mug.
Barry’s happy; he feels almost like you’re his. He’s been relishing the time he’s gotten to spend with you; the mornings at Jitters before work, the rushed lunch breaks, the movie marathons with take-out and the meaningful conversations at S.T.A.R labs during the second job. He feels guilt for the fleeting thought that if Cisco doesn’t come back, you could be his again. He loves Cisco like a brother. He's his best friend but he’s IN love with you and he’s not positive that he can ever let that love go. He wants you to be happy but he sees what’s happening, what happened, and the distance between you and his friend and he can’t help but feel like maybe the universe was correcting his mistake. You’re meant to be. At least, you were. He hopes that’s still the case but he’s afraid, if he’s selfish, if he mentions it to you again, maybe you won't speak to him ever again. He can’t chance losing you completely. It would destroy him.
“Hey.” A familiar voice interrupts the complacent silence, Barry’s expression darkens and his shoulders visibly tense. He instinctively raises an arm, shielding you from your boyfriend as he stands there with a crestfallen expression and his hands tucked in his jean pockets. “Can we talk?” Barry's hazel eyes meet yours in a protective gaze, a silent conversation almost pleading with you to be cautious. Cisco’s unstable. Barry’s mind just keep repeating the statement hoping that you’d receive the message telepathically, instead, you offer a subtle nod to indicate to him that it’s going to be alright and his arm falls to his side in defeat and he excuses himself to a table a few feet away just in case you need him. “I uhm, I already apologized to the team.”
“Including Barry?” You reply with a hint of sarcasm, you already knew by Barry’s expression that Cisco hadn’t spoken to him. There’s a beat of silence, Cisco releases a defeated sigh trying desperately not to fight. He just wanted to make things right and he already felt guilt knowing that Joe had gotten hurt because of him.
“I’ll get to it.” He replies, setting his sleeved arms on the files before reaching a palm out in your direction. It was a peace offering, his affection, you knew him well enough to know that. You wanted to take his hand but a part of you didn’t completely trust that he wouldn’t have another outburst. There’s hesitation in your eyes, that fact hurt Cisco’s heart, he never wanted you to be fearful of him. Barry’s watching the exchange with baited breath, heart hammering against his rib cage as he awaits your decision. It feels like his heart stops the moment you reach out and place your hand in his. That’s it, I’ve lost, again. The thought makes a hollow feeling settle in the pit of his stomach as he takes a drink of his coffee, anything to avoid the pain ebbing in his chest. “I just wanted to apologize to my girl first.” Cisco murmurs, a quiet humorless chuckle interrupting the silence as he intertwines your fingers together, “I know I was wrong. We agreed to forgive Barry for Flashpoint. I shouldn’t have freaked out. I am sorry. I just…I let the grief I feel for losing Dante get in my head. I blamed Barry. So, when I thought he was trying to take you away from me, I just-snapped.”
“I understand it’s hard, Cisco.” You whisper, squeezing his hand in a show of comfort. “Maybe-maybe now isn’t a good time for this.”
“Oh, yeah.” He glances at his watch. “You have work. Maybe during your lunch break we can-”
“No, I mean.” You swallow the dry lump in your throat, tears building in the corners of your eyes. “I mean maybe now isn’t a good time for us.”
“W-what?” He’s flabbergasted; in his mind, when he’d gone over this scenario dozens of times, this never occurred to him as an option.
“You’re still grieving Dante, now things are complicated because of Flashpoint.” You gnaw on your lower lip to keep it from quivering. The last thing you wanted was to cry in the middle of Jitters. “Maybe we should just pause this so no one else gets hurt.”
“It’s too late for that.” He whispers. He feels his blood run frigid, wishing he could take everything back and still be with you. He removes his hand from yours, feeling bile rise to the base of his throat as he stands. He opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out and his mind is reeling. There’s a second of contemplation, you wished things could be different but you knew this was for the best. Not only was this to help Cisco but you were beginning to question your feelings due to the amount of time you’ve spent with Barry in his absence. Those feelings you harbored for the scarlet speedster never truly went away and you didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even if this is hurting Cisco, it would be worse if you got further involved just to realize you were still in love with Barry.
“I am so sorry, Cisco.” You murmur, desperate to keep the conversation going even if just for a second. Who knows if he’ll want to speak to you again after this.
“Y-yeah.” He stammers, nodding as he takes a step back, trying to remove himself from the horrible scene. “Me too.” Just like that, he's gone, just as sudden as he’d arrived.
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Flowers Of Love
HR Wells X Reader
A/N: Greetings, dear reader! I present to you my new fic, filled with passion and creativity. Your support through likes, reblogs, and comments would mean the world to me, and it would inspire me to continue writing. Thank you in advance for your encouragement!
Summary: Losing the love of her life was excruciating for (Y/N). In her grief, she longed for the impossible: a chance to turn back time and cherish their love once more, even if only in her dreams.
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You're sitting in a breathtaking flower field, its vibrant colors complementing the warm hues of the sunset painting the sky. By your side is your beloved boyfriend, HR, whose presence brings you immeasurable joy and contentment. Every date with him, no matter how simple or extravagant, fills your heart with love and excitement. Whether it's a romantic night out, a cozy movie night, or even a quiet breakfast together, as long as you're with HR, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. From the moment you first met him, you were apprehensive due to past encounters with other versions of Wells, but HR proved to be different—sweet, funny, handsome, and refreshingly down-to-earth. It's his simplicity that captivates you the most, and you consider yourself incredibly fortunate to have him in your life. Being with HR brings you a sense of tranquility that you've never experienced before. He always goes out of his way to ensure your happiness, and the thought of a life without him is unimaginable.
As you gaze at HR, a sweet smile graces your lips, reflecting the deep affection you hold for him. Your attention then drifts to the beautiful flowers that surround you both, their fragrant presence enhancing the romantic ambiance. You find yourselves lying in the grass, your head nestled in the crook of HR's arm, a cozy and intimate position. In his other hand, he holds a delicate red flower, a symbol of love and passion.
"Isn't it peaceful?" you ask, your voice filled with awe as you take in the serene atmosphere.
HR's eyes light up, and he twirls the red flower between his fingers before tenderly placing it behind your ear. As you breathe in the fresh scent of the flower, you shift your position to sit beside him, your eyes never leaving his face. The breathtaking sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and pink, mirroring the beauty you see in HR.
"Do you ever miss it?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness, as you twiddle the flower between your fingers, contemplating its delicate petals.
HR gazes at you, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He moves closer, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing your gaze to meet his.
"Miss what?" he asks, his voice tender and playful, a loving smile gracing his lips.
A mixture of emotions washes over you, and a bittersweet smile forms on your face, tears glistening in your eyes. You summon the strength to express the unspoken ache in your heart.
"B-being alive," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to meet his gaze.
HR's smile softens, and he sits beside you, his touch sending a comforting warmth through your body. He cups your face with gentle hands, causing your eyes to meet once again.
"I think it's time for you to wake up," he says, his voice filled with a tender sincerity. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "Hopefully, you'll dream about me again."
As his words fade into the ether, HR slowly begins to vanish, leaving you alone in the enchanting flower field. A single tear cascades down your cheek, a testament to the depth of your love and longing. You awaken from the dream, your tear-stained eyes blinking open. Your hands tremble slightly as you wipe away the lingering tears, searching for solace.
Your gaze falls upon a framed photograph on the nearby table, holding a red, dried flower—a precious memento left behind by HR. With a bittersweet smile, you cradle the frame in your hands, pulling it close to your heart. It's a symbol of your enduring love and the cherished memories you shared. Though HR sacrificed himself, leaving a void in your life, you vow to keep his memory alive within your heart.
"Don't you worry, my love. I'm going to dream about you again," you whisper, your voice filled with determination and devotion. Placing the frame back on the table, you take a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the day ahead. While the ache of HR's absence may never fully dissipate, you're determined to honor his memory and find solace in the love you shared. With each passing day, you strive to carry his spirit within you, embracing the sweet moments you had together, and finding comfort in the dreams that bring you closer to him once more.
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Ch. 9: Killer Frost
Pairing: Barry Allen x OFC // Fandom: The Flash
Story Masterlist • Previous Stories: Rise Up • It Had To Be You
Belén’s Masterlist • Fanfic • Ao3
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Belén and Joe desperately tried to see the force that held Barry against the wall but try as they might, they just couldn't. Anais, on the other hand, was terrified and awed. Her eyes glowed her golden hue and she directed heat beams at the metallic armor of the unknown enemy but it was like a minor cut. If anything, it just agitated the enemy even more. In a flash of a second, it was in front of Anais, grabbing her by the neck. She was thrown across the room, landing on a table which then turned and crashed on the ground.
The armored enemy returned for Barry in less than half a second. Barry could say he didn't even feel when he was briefly let go for Anais. "What the hell are you?" Despite his struggles, Barry couldn't free himself from the grasp around his neck.
"You may serve the speed force, Flash, but I rule it," the metallic armor responded. "You are only a man, but I am a god. Your god. I am Savitar."
Kill us! Get it! Or get out! Belén struggled to breathe in regularly. The voices - sentient as ever - were squirming with the fear of death and wanted to make it known.
"Alchemy!" Joe, at this point, didn't know where to aim his gun but Alchemy made it easier since he was making an escape with the stone that crystalized Wally.
"STOP!" Belén screamed, however for the others it was on behalf of Barry, but she really needed the voices to be quiet or she would lose her sanity there and then.
"Let's go for a run, and give her some space," Savitar said to Barry then zoomed out of the place with him.
Belén dropped to her knees and looked around at the mess they'd created. She screwed her eyes shut when the voices echoed for them to leave.
~ 0 ~
From the cortex, the others tried to get ahold of Barry but were stumped to find him virtually all over the city.
"The suit's tracker must be malfunctioning," Cisco tried to get in touch with Barry himself. "It says he's appearing and reappearing all over the city at once, and that's impossible. He can't be moving that fast."
"Well if he can't, maybe something else can…?" Iris nervously watched the blinking dot meant to be Barry go in and out of appearance in every corner of the street map.
"What about the others?" Caitlin murmured as she switched to the comms. They might not have visuals on the subway but their communications were still intact. "Belén? What's happened over there?"
"I-I messed up, Caitlin!" Belén was quick to respond and let her frantic state be felt from across the city. "S-something took Barry! And it hurt Anais! Wally too - I don't know! I just don't know!"
"I got it!" Cisco cheered with his arms in the air. "Whatever it is, it stopped at the waterfront!"
"We have to get to him," Iris looked between the two considerably.
"Anais is down and I...I don't think I can reach them," Belén sounded on the verge of tears. They had yet to know what happened to Wally because she messed up.
"Cisco, you can open a breach and get you both to the waterfront," Iris thought of instead since this was a clear emergency.
"Guys, I can't," Caitlin gulped just by looking at her hands. "It's too dangerous."
"I'm begging you. Please!"
~ 0 ~
"Still alive down there?" Savitar's taunt came through the raspy, drawling voice of his his armor. Even as Barry tried getting up, Savitar forced him to stay put with a foot on him. "You are only a shadow beneath my throne. You are the past, whereas I... I am the future, Flash."
A breach opened up across them and out jumped Cisco and Caitlin. Cisco lost his balance with the source of energy he just pulled for the breach.
Caitlin wiggled her fingers and looked up ahead but all she saw was Barry in midair. "I can't see it!"
"Just do it!" cried Killer Frost in Caitlin's mind. Even as she shivered from it, she fired a large quantity of ice, probably more than she ever created since she got the powers. It encapsulated Savitar's form and made it visible for her and was able to feel the deep cold through Savitar's grasp.
Barry heard the cracking of the ice and the next he knew, he dropped to the ground. Savitar had disappeared. Cracks of ice sprawled underneath Barry's form, but otherwise he felt he would manage to pull himself up with Caitlin's support.
"Oh, boy. I'm gonna feel that tomorrow. Ah," Cisco groaned as Caitlin helped him stand. "That was a new and painful use of my powers." Caitlin rubbed his arm and looked back to Barry. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just cold," Barry nodded them. "Thanks for coming."
~ 0 ~
"Barry, you're already healing. You should be fine soon," Caitlin moved over to the x-rays she'd taken from Cisco, the man lying on a bed with a hand on his forehead. "Um, Cisco, the MRI I did of your brain shows changes in the capillary morphology similar to that of a mini-stroke. I wouldn't try an intra-dimensional breach like that anytime soon."
Cisco nearly went pale as he sat upright. "Okay, okay. Mini-stroke? You can't just gloss over that like that, okay? What does that... what does that mean? Am I gonna have this migraine for the rest of my life?"
"It means you should take a few aspirin and you'll be fine," Caitlin reassured him his health.
"Oh. Well, just lead with that next time!"
"Cait, I know what a risk you took using your powers," Barry stopped her just as she was leaving the side room. "Thank you."
"I didn't do anything..." Caitlin said sheepishly.
"Well, you saved my life."
"You've saved mine plenty of times. I'm gonna go check on Wally," Caitlin turned to finally leave. As she walked on, her eyes flickered silver to dark. Let me out, Caity…
~ 0 ~
Shortly later, Belén and Anais had joined the group in the cortex, each one looking worse for wear in their own way.
"Anais, you're okay?" Cisco asked, much kinder than before now that he knew where his dampeners had actually gotten to.
Anais knew this and scowled at him in return. "You care?"
Cisco figured he had that well earned. "I said I was sorry—"
"Keep saying it, then," she walked past him to her folded suit left on a chair.
"What are you doing?" Barry asked, curiously watching her get the suit.
"I'm leaving," she announced sharply.
"What - now? You're choosing to leave now?" Cisco blinked. Just when he was beginning to like her a bit more.
"Caitlin said I finished with my tests and Barry said I could leave whenever I wanted to after that. Well, I want to leave now," Anais informed them and walked up to them. She didn't quite care for the group's reaction. "No offence, but I didn't come here to sign up for another war."
"Uh, no, you just stole the passageway of another man," Cisco reminded him but it did no good for the case.
"Here," Anais handed Barry a card with a number on it. "I'm not disappearing, but I...I just don't want to be here anymore. I just got out of a war, I can't get into another one. You understand, right?"
Barry gave a nod without the intention of pleading her to stay. Unfortunately, he could understand what Anais was trying to say. In the end, this was their problem with Savitar and Alchemy, not hers.
"Iris got me the cellphone, I will answer if you call, I swear," Anais stepped around Barry and stopped by Belén. "Please take care of yourself, okay?" Belén meekly nodded and rubbed her arm. Anais was sure there was something Belén wasn't saying but who was she to start asking questions? All Anais wanted to do was get the hell out of there before something targeted her next.
"Well, there's your daughter!" Cisco gestured after Anais once she was gone, eyes set on Barry and Belén. "You're not going to stop her!?"
Belén shrugged at Cisco. "What do you want us to do? Call her to come back and fight a battle that's not hers?"
Barry tucked the card with the number inside his pocket. "Maybe she's making the right call, alright? Let's just give her some space."
Cisco wasn't even going to waste more breath on the matter. "Fine, whatever. So what was that thing in the waterfront, anyways? All frozen and whatnot."
"I don't know. But now we know Alchemy is just the lackey," Barry said. "Whatever that thing was, it's what we're really up against."
"So why couldn't any of us see it?" Belén asked. "Joe and I, we-we tried but...there was nothing." Of course maybe she would have seen more things if she wasn't dealing with the insanity going on in her head.
"Maybe it was a speedster thing?" Cisco offered, even though there was no clear explanation for it. "I mean, Anais saw it, right?"
"Maybe, but I think he's more than a speedster," Barry admitted. "I mean, when he had me, it wasn't like we were even moving; it was just like, 'bam!' we were instantly somewhere different, even from my perspective."
"Did he say anything else?"
"He said his name was Savitar."
"Nice name," Belén said distractedly. She felt the echo of pain on the side of her head.
"Bells…" Barry stepped towards her but she sniffed and nodded to the threshold.
Belén blinked at Barry, her face flushing when she realized she wasn't paying attention again. "Uh, Wally's still...I'm so sorry." She shook her head and rushed out of the cortex.
Barry was exhausted and yet this single moment felt even worse than him getting punched by Savitar. Whatever was going on with Belén was distancing them again and the last time that happened, Belén almost didn't come back from it.
~ 0 ~
A few hours had passed by since they brought Wally back and since then, Caitlin had performed a series of tests to see his condition. Her news wasn't relatively the best except that Wally wasn't entirely dead.
Belén heard the whole news and couldn't take the guilt. She cooped herself up in the greenhouse room and tried her damn best to meditate. It wasn't working. In fact, it was perhaps one of the worst meditation attempts of her life. Belén felt like sobbing at one point. That was when Barry found her.
"Bells, c'mon..." Barry had no sophisticated strategy to get her to open up. He was too tired for that stuff today. He sat down on the floor directly in front of her, crossing one leg over the other as if he was going to meditate with her. For the first couple of minutes, he didn't say anything to her. He just looked at her.
Belén did the same. Somehow, the silence between them was even more difficult to manage than when Barry actively tried to find out what was going on with her. In the end, she gave up. "It's my fault," her confession was a quiet whisper.
"Your fault?" Barry repeated. He hoped that it was glaringly obvious how eager he was that she had finally said something to him. Hopefully it would pave the way to her revealing what was really the problem.
Belén swallowed hard. "Yeah," she nodded. "I messed up. I messed up so badly. I let Wally walk right past me to that stupid stone! He was right in front of me and do didn't do anything!"
Barry was still, honestly, stumped about that moment. Even though there was still some fuzziness about what happened there, he knew something prevented Belén from stopping Wally. She was right. He had walked right past her and she didn't do anything. That wasn't like her. Lately, she wasn't acting like herself. "Bells, you have to help me out here, what's happening? I-I am being patient, but...look at yourself. It's like when Datura was getting to you and...and you shut yourself off from everyone, including me."
Belén bit on her bottom lip nervously. As hard as things were getting, she was scared to tell Barry what was happening. "It's scaring the living crap out of me right now," she admitted.
"What is?" Barry gently pushed for the answer. He reached for one of her hands on her lap, enveloping it between his hands. "You can tell me anything."
"I'm afraid how you'll take it," Belén said, watching him carefully. Already, she saw a spark of guilt in Barry's eyes. She couldn't imagine how he would take the news that his changing the timelines truly affected her and Caitlin in the worst ways. She couldn't do that to him. "But it's okay. It's okay. I have it under control."
"But, Bells—"
Belén leaned forwards and pressed a kiss on Barry's lips. She smiled softly at him, eyes looking at him fondly. "I really love you, do you know that?"
Barry recognized a tactic when he saw one and he was ashamed that it worked. Belén was purposely keeping something away from him and he couldn't force it out of her. The only thing left to do was wait and tell her that he loved her too.
~ 0 ~
"Alright then," Veronica settled a folder of evidence on the interrogation table and watched the lone acolyte of Alchemy's shift nervously in his chair. "Now that you lost the monk disguise, we can talk. Let's start with Alchemy."
The man gave her almost a sneer.
Veronica raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't test these waters," she warned in a deadly tone. "Why don't—" the door of the room burst open with Joe.
He let the door slam behind him as he walked over to the table. "Tell me about Alchemy," he commanded. "What he does, how he does it. Say it now."
There, the man repeated his sneer. However, he spoke this time. "His powers are beyond human understanding."
"Try us," Veronica leaned back on her chair and motioned him to get a move on.
The man merely smirked. "Oh, you will be tried. All of you. When my master rises, the human race will be judged. From where I'm sitting, you will not fare very well."
Veronica was about to tell him how delirious he was when Joe reached out and grabbed the man by the nose, almost threatening to break it. Veronica, startled, straightened up on her chair.
"You think I'm playing with you? My son is in one of those cocoons, and you're gonna tell me how to get him out. Now talk!" Joe ignored Veronica's attempt to get him to stop. He was beyond words at this point. The only salvation was the relentless knock on the door.
"Please just stop," Veronica warned him when she went to go answer. "Caitlin?" she blinked then looked past her to see if she was alone.
"It's Wally," the brunette said, immediately catching Joe's attention. The man hurried over. "He's out of that thing. He's fine."
"And he's okay?"
"Yeah. He's fine. I promise."
"Oh, thank God. Thank you, Caitlin," Joe glanced back at the suspect.
"You should probably go see him, then," Veronica smiled at him. "I can take care of this joke in ten minutes."
Joe laughed and merrily went on his way.
"Actually, Belén is waiting for you in the reception," Caitlin informed Veronica. "She said it's something important."
"Oh, wonder what it is now," Veronica smiled again and walked out of the room, leaving the door to close on its own.
Caitlin struck a boot just before it did close. She waited until Veronica was out of the way then walked in, backwards, and shut the door. Her eyes flickered to the security camera up on the ceiling and shot a hand up at it, freezing it completely.
"Where is Alchemy?" she revealed her silver eyes. The white streaks of hair were already making its presence on her head. "Tell me where Alchemy is."
The man eyed her with curiosity. He was not afraid, merely interested like he expected this to happen. "I sense great fear in you. You fear your power, your own greatness."
"I don't fear anything anymore," Caitlin's voice overlapped with Killer Frost. "Where is Alchemy?"
"The only one I fear is that whom Alchemy serves, the dark lord Savitar."
Caitlin regarded that with some amusement. Her eyes became a stronger silver as she rose her hand with threatening ice. "Maybe it's time you started fearing me."
GetHimGetHimGetHim, Killer Frost commanded and this time had the perfect control over Caitlin. Ice spread to the suspect's hands, causing terrible screams to erupt.
In less than a minute there was pounding on the doors. Caitlin's eyes briefly reverted to their normal chocolate brown. Caitlin herself whimpered as she felt the force that was Killer Frost trying to push her way out again. Her eyes flashed silver again and she filled the air with a cold fog then allowed the door to open. As the two officers hurried inside, she slipped out and shut the door, icing the doorknob as a measure of caution.
She was on her way out when someone called her back.
Julian Albert stood behind with an air of confusion as he heard his co-workers calling for help from the inside of the interrogation room. When he turned to Caitlin, he gasped at her very near proximity.
"I need you to come with me," she informed with her frost smoking up from her hands.
~ 0 ~
Joe came in a hurry into Wally's room and was stunned when he found his son was in the same condition as when he left. He met the others' confused looks and explained to them that Caitlin had assured him that Wally had woken up.
"What? I didn't even see her leave," Cisco realized that Caitlin had been out of sight for a while now.
"She said that?" Belén asked, focusing on the more important details of the story.
"Yes," Joe said, quite irritated to see that it was all lies.
"That's not like Caitlin..." Iris shook her head, thinking the same as the others.
Belén was the first to realize what was going on. Iris was right. Caitlin wasn't like that. Caitlin didn't lie to get officers out of interrogation rooms.
But she knew a certain metahuman who would do all those things.
~ 0 ~
The precinct was on red alert when Barry got there. Before he reached the offices, Veronica caught him on the side, startling him.
"You have got some explaining to do!" Her snap put him even worse for wear.
"What!? I—"
"Come here," Veronica grabbed Barry by the collar and dragged him into the bullpen, ignoring his 'what' again. She stopped by her desk and pulled up the security feed of the interrogation room where they'd kept Alchemy's acolyte. "Caitlin just attacked two officers, one suspect and kidnapped Julian."
"What?" Barry leaned closer to the screen just to make sure they hadn't made a mistake. He could only see Caitlin's side profile as she iced down the camera.
"No one's recognized her from the video but if Julian gets out first, he'll turn her in," Veronica warned him. "What the hell is going on?"
"I...I don't know," Barry rubbed his forehead. Killer Frost was making her appearance, that's what. Just like her earth 2 doppelganger, the ice made her bad.
"When did she get powers? And why would she take Julian?" Veronica's questions went unanswered.
Barry couldn't focus when the bigger issues were at hand. It would be a race to find Caitlin before the cops did.
~ 0 ~
As soon as she could, Belén fled to her greenhouse room to call a certain doppelganger to answers. She faced Datura on a video call while she paced back and forth. "What the hell is happening? Killer Frost is already taking Caitlin over! You said there was more time!"
Datura snickered on the other end. "I said there was only a question of who would end up taken first. Looks like I got the answer. Killer Frost was always a rowdy, annoying meta."
"Well now she's inside my friend and she's making Caitlin do things she would never do!"
"That's the point, stupid," Datura rolled her eyes. "Killer Frost wants access, and since Caitlin is probably getting more desperate, it's been easy for Killer Frost to take over."
"But she kidnapped a friend — Killer Frost kidnaps?"
"No," Datura said with some thought put into it. She looked to the side as she recollected patterns of the Earth 2 meta. "She kills. It's in her name. I think this little outburst might be Caitlin and Killer Frost together as a...mixture. One is just fighting the other."
"So, Caitlin is actively fighting back but losing?"
"Don't know. Look at her intentions and then let me know," Datura winked then shut off the call before Belén could say more.
Belén stuffed her phone in her back pocket then rubbed her face. "Caitlin, what are you doing?" She hated to think what Caitlin might be feeling - if Caitlin was feeling anything as herself at all. If what Datura said was true, then perhaps Caitlin was on her way to merging with Killer Frost to create a whole new person.
Who would that person end up, though?
~ 0 ~
"So, they don't know why she took Julian?" Cisco asked just to be sure. He was currently trying to locate Caitlin's location and a little stress might be making it more difficult.
"No, they don't. But more importantly, they don't even know that it's Caitlin yet, so we need to find her before they do," Barry couldn't hide the urgency in his words.
"Okay, let's say we do find her, then what are we going to do?" Iris made them stop for a moment. "It's obvious she's not thinking straight but have we thought about the reasons? Maybe something that could help us?"
"Killer Frost from Earth 2 is inhabiting Caitlin's mind," Belén walked in, her face expressing nothing but guilt. "Caitlin is literally having a battle with another person inside her own body."
"She's becoming Killer Frost. It's just like in the Vibe," Cisco shook his head.
"We don't know that yet," Barry reminded, but the doubt was still hanging over everyone's head.
"Her mother said the more that she uses her powers, the faster she's gonna go," Belén relayed what Caitlin once told her. "These powers aren't just powers, they're actual people that Datura siphoned. They're sentient and some of them are more forcible than others."
"How do you know that?" Iris now laid suspicious eyes on Belén.
"Because that's what Datura told me," Belén replied, hiding behind the technicality that she was not lying. "We just need to find Caitlin and make her see what's happening."
"I tried pinging her cell and Julian's, but she must have ditched them both," Cisco said with a groan of frustration.
"Stop thinking Caitlin is a regular person and start searching for another meta with cold powers," Belén moved over to him. "The answer here is not to ignore. Caitlin's powers, they're cold, so...could we use something we used for Captain Cold?"
"We tracked him using the satellite to scan for ultraviolet cold signatures," Cisco thought about it then snapped his fingers. "You're good!" he told Belén, making her smile, and got back to work. "Frozen food warehouse! That's where she is! Okay, I'm gonna isolate the feed so that no one else can see it!"
"Please do," Belén hurried after her suit.
"Figure out what she's making Julian do," Barry instructed as he went with Belén. The two would certainly need to know to help.
~ 0 ~
Julian worked incredibly fast despite the fear over his shoulders. Caitlin had him searching for acolytes of Alchemy and with a good motivation too. Find someone or be killed. She had already proven that she was willing to follow through by giving a deadly frostbite on his wrist, so...
"I found two individuals that have searched for the name Savitar. Here are both their addresses, both of them in Central City," he stopped working and looked at the woman. He still couldn't believe this was Caitlin Snow, a friend of Belén's who'd gone mad all in a week since the last time he saw her. "What exactly are you gonna do to them?"
"I don't know," Caitlin admitted as she walked a bit to the side. Killer Frost was screaming in her head to do something more fun, to use her powers. But all Caitlin wanted to do was silence her forever. "What am I doing?" She asked as herself. The noise of typing brought the more suspicious Killer Frost out. Julian had attempted - successfully - to send a message to the police. Angrily, she iced his laptop and destroyed it. "What part of "I'll freeze you to death" did you not understand?"
"Stop!" Barry sped in with Belén. Both were stunned to see Caitlin's appearance. It was half her, half Killer Frost.
Exactly what Datura said, Belén remembered.
"Get out of here," Caitlin warned them with one hand raised.
"You know we can't do that," Barry shook his head.
Belén swallowed hard and moved towards the woman but Caitlin brandished a frosty hand. "What are you doing?" Belén whispered in disbelief. "I know the powers are doing this but you have to fight it."
"Take her out. Take her out!" Julian frantically urged behind Barry.
"That's what I'm doing," Caitlin responded as herself, taking Belén by surprise. "I'm not trying to hurt someone—"
"You are wiring to hurt someone!" Julian was the first one to argue. "Knock her out!" he ordered the two known metas.
Barry didn't hesitate to knock him out instead. Belén threw Barry a look for that, eyes sharp with disapproval.
"Priorities," Barry reminded, though his lips did try to form a smile when Belén returned her attention to Caitlin.
"Cait, these powers, we can work with them—"
"I'm doing something about it!" Caitlin snapped at Belén. "I'm finding Alchemy!"
"We will find him. All right? Together," Barry misunderstood her intentions, as did Belén, and hoped to be reassuring.
"No. You don't understand. I don't want to lock him up. I need him to help me," Caitlin frantically argued.
"Help you what?"
"I need him to get rid of my powers!"
Both Belén and Barry paused in their tracks. Belén sighed at the brunette. "Caitlin... I'm not sure Alchemy can deal with...this sort of power," Belén felt sorry to say. She wished it would be that easy.
"You don't know that it doesn't," Caitlin very logically made her point. "I need her to stop talking to me! To stop controlling me!"
"Then let us help," Barry slowly reached out for her. "We all love you, and we will do everything that we can to help you. We've been through too much together to let each other down now."
Caitlin's eyes glimmered blue and silver. "Like you helped your mother?" Her voice vibrated with Killer Frost's. "Or Wally? Or me? You keep messing with everyone's lives, wrecking everything, and we're left behind to pick up the pieces from your mistakes. Some things you break can't be put back together!"
Barry, ashamed, took that with a hang of his head. "I can fix this."
Killer Frost had no mercy. "Oh, like you fixed Cisco's family? You didn't tell Cisco that you screwed him worst of all, did you?" she purposely spoke louder for the audience watching from STAR Labs. "You hear that, Cisco? Dante was alive, healthy and happy, until Barry created Flashpoint. When he reset things, that's what killed him. Barry is the reason your brother is dead."
"Caitlin, stop!" Belén ordered but Killer Frost was not done.
The best thing about accessing Caitlin's mind was getting a full view of her memories. "You're both—" she nodded to Belén and Barry, "—meant for each other, you know. Keeping secrets, it's what you do best. At least Datura was never a hypocrite about it."
Belén's anger was quick to form. "Be quiet!" she hissed, not entirely as herself, and nearly attacked if the police force hadn't arrived.
Before the bullets could reach them, Barry got them across the room towards another exit. "Bells?" he worriedly saw her holding her head again, reminding him of the last time they'd been like this.
Caitlin, on the other hand, saw a golden opportunity. She created an icicle and stabbed Barry on the lower part of his ankle, and smirked at Barry's cry of pain. "That severed your triceps surae. Even with your healing abilities, it'll take four hours to regenerate! Don't follow me!"
"Caitlin—" Belén didn't even move an inch before Caitlin threw another threat.
"Follow me and I'll say everything," Caitlin rushed out of there.
Belén pursed her lips together, guilt settling over her like layers of mountain.
~ 0 ~
Both Veronica and Joe walked into the cortex, Axel in tow behind his grandmother. The two detectives moved directly for the side room where they could see Barry. Axel, in the meantime, stayed behind with Cisco, chatting him up with questions over what was happening but Cisco barely regarded the boy.
"I'm not a good doctor so just...tell me if that hurt?" Belén slowly pulled her hands off the bandage she'd wrapped around Barry's ankle.
"It hurts as much as I deserve probably," Barry mumbled, feeling pain alright but it didn't exactly come from his injuries.
"They took Julian to County General," Veronica informed them both. "Mrs. Andrews is with him which is why I had to bring Axel around." Axel had given up on talking to Cisco and now directed all his questions to Iris.
"He's still out cold. How hard did you hit him?" Joe had to wonder.
"I don't know. I didn't mean to knock him out," Barry swallowed the pain he felt and he moved his legs to one side of the bed.
"Mhm," Belén's sharp eyes made him reevaluate his statement.
"Or maybe I did," he relented and got himself up. Belén rolled her eyes and let him move towards the cortex.
Barry saw Cisco crossing the cortex for the desks, and took his chance at a little explanation. "Cisco. Hey, man, um, what Caitlin said…"
Cisco stopped and sent him an scrutinizing glance. "Was she lying?"
"No. Um…"
Cisco almost rolled his eyes despite tears threatening to break free. "You're sorry? That you killed my brother? 'Cause he was here. He was alive—" he enunciated slowly, one hand jabbing at Barry's shoulder, "—until you created Flashpoint, until you did this!" he shoved the speedster backwards.
Axel scurried from Iris towards his aunt. "Why are they…" he stopped when Belén warned him to stay quiet with a finger over her lips.
"I don't even know how to feel right now. All I know is Caitlin is out there, and we need to find her. Can we do that?" Cisco backed to the desk, not giving much of an alternative. "I hacked Julian's computer. Caitlin had him look up two addresses: 16 Hawthorne Avenue and 1104 Truman Place. She's trying to find the acolytes, I was trying to say."
"What exactly would she want with Alchemy's followers?" Iris wondered out loud.
"Caitlin doesn't want her powers so... she thinks these acolytes can take her to Alchemy who would then take away her powers," Belén explained. It was exactly what Caitlin, in such a state, would attempt to do.
"We heard," Cisco muttered from the computers.
"Well, two acolytes, two addresses. Which one's she gonna hit first?" Veronica inquired, but knew there was no certain answer.
"We got to watch both," Barry decided. He was shot down before he even took a step towards his suit.
"You're gonna stay here. You can barely walk," Joe pointed him to the chair.
"We can take care of Hawthorne," Belén moved over to Cisco.
"I'll take Truman," Veronica volunteered.
"I care about Caitlin, but I don't want to leave Wally," Joe admitted.
"Dad, Barry and I will stay with Wally," Iris offered instead. "You go with Detective Greene."
"Alright," Joe sighed and moved with Veronica.
Belén started for her suit in the meantime.
"Cisco, if you find her…" Barry trailed off when Cisco directed a cold glare on him.
"I won't call you. You've done enough," Cisco mumbled and went on his way.
Belén came back but before she even called for Cisco, Barry motioned her to stop. "Just be careful," he told her and limped his way to Wally's room.
"Look after him, please?" Belén asked Iris quietly. Iris assured she would, allowing Belén to go on in a relative peace.
~0~
"The acolyte's on the second floor," Veronica settled her eyes on the apartment across them. She picked up her coffee cup then offered the second one to Joe. He shook his head and simply stated ahead. "I understand how you feel about Wally but he's going to be okay."
Joe's face said something else. "How would you know?"
"I think logically," Veronica shrugged. "If they wanted him dead, then that would've happened yesterday."
The manner in which she said it was so...carefree. There really was no trace of concern in her. "How do you do that?" Joe asked incredulously.
Veronica gave a small smile. "You're forgetting my own children have been affected. My eldest is in prison for murder and theft, my son is dead and my youngest...just won't stop fighting. After a while, you catch on that no matter how many times you attempt to stop them... they won't."
"So, what? I'm just supposed to let them do what they want even when my gut tells me something's off?"
"No. You use that intuition to help them. At the end of the day they're young and don't have the same experience that we do. That's why they need us," Veronica said with the utmost certainty. She exchanged a smile with Joe after. "So next time, just follow your intuition."
~0~
The first acolyte had been signaled out as the one chosen by Caitlin. She was sneaky like Killer Frost, but cautious like Caitlin as she waited for the acolyte, named Craig apparently, to come out of his bedroom. Just as the he went for the temperature controller, she let the hiss of her ice scare him into turning around.
"Both of my parents are doctors. It's all I ever wanted to be. Growing up, I used to practice the Hippocratic Oath. I was obsessed with it," she started moving towards the nab who only plastered himself against the wall. "If anyone was even gonna step on a bug, I would say, 'Do no harm'. It's built into my DNA." She raised a finger at him, letting ice encapsulate around it to create a perfect icicle. "Unfortunately, my DNA isn't what it used to be. So, believe me when I say answer every one of my questions, or I will harm you and your family." This left the acolyte with no choice. "Who is Alchemy?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him without the mask!"
"I know he can give people powers. Can he take them away?"
"Yes. But you can't make Alchemy do anything. He's just an acolyte, like me," the man admitted, his eyes constantly flickering to the icicle threatening to claw his eyes out. "We both serve the speed god, Savitar. He's shown us the future. I saw you there." Caitlin's eyes turned back to their regular color, even the icicle disappearing from her finger. "You were glorious and powerful. My lord has special plans for you. He will come to you and speak to you. The honor of that is..." his laughter only brought out Caitlin's fear even more. "He will call you...the Bringer. After all, only you, Caitlin Snow, can bring Her."
Caitlin backtracked, her eyes going back and forth between blue and brown. She was terrified. She needed to leave - now! She hurried out of the house, but by the time she managed to get out, Killer Frost was surfacing again. The light rain made for an eventful night, at least that's what Killer Frost kept saying in the head.
"Caitlin!" Cisco's voice stopped her across the road.
She smirked at him. "Really? You brought your toys?" she nodded to his goggled which he had yet to put on.
Cisco's hand gripped around hid goggles. "I'm hoping it won't come to that."
Caitlin raised her icy hands. "It won't."
"Look, I'm not leaving you out here. I want to help you."
"There's only one person who can help me."
"Really? You really think seeking medical advice from someone named Dr. Alchemy is the way to go?"
"Why not? My name is Killer Frost," Caitlin threatened to shoot frost from her hands.
Cisco moved a step forwards. "Your name... is Caitlin Snow.
"Can Caitlin Snow do this?" Caitlin's eyes glowed stronger. Killer Frost commanded her to start firing, and so she did. Icicles stormed towards Cisco and since he couldn't bring himself to attack yet, he ran for cover behind a tree.
Caitlin pulled back a hand to fire stronger but a vine latched onto her wrist, preventing her from moving it. Belén stood behind her, very much in the same cautious state as Cisco. "Caitlin, please!"
"My name is Killer Frost!" Ice zoomed up Belén's wrapped vine, forcing her to let it go before it reached her. Caitlin then whirled around and blasted a powerful mass of frost at the other woman. "Why fight me? We could be a killer team, you know."
Belén motioned Caitlin to calm down. "Caitlin, I know it's hard. The voice is strong but you are stronger. Don't let her control you."
"I'm doing fine, thanks! Can't say the same for you!" Caitlin swung icicles like boomerangs at Belén, forcing the meta to fight back. She moved forwards as her poison swished forwards along with pieces of vines trying to trap Caitlin but it wasn't enough to keep her down. The frosty meta engaged Belén in hand combat.
"Belén! Move!" Cisco put on his goggles, figuring that the best thing would be to bring Caitlin back to STAR Labs...and for that she needed everyone to help.
"I can't!" Belén was in the middle of dodging Caitlin who was probably drawing on Killer Frost's combat skills.
"Unleash those powers," Killer Frost taunted in-between punches. "You know they're itching to play!"
She's right. Let us out! Belén heard the voices begin to scream. With that distraction, Killer Frost backhanded her to the ground.
"Come on out!" she practically demanded, going as far as putting a boot over Belén's back.
Belén screwed her eyes shut but this time the voices weren't going away. They were doing the same thing Killer Frost said to. They wanted to come out.
Caitlin was drawn back by the noises of a zip. She caught Barry's light as he charged towards them. She froze the roadside and watched as the speedster slipped over and rolled on the ground. She walked over to him, glaring down. "How's the leg?"
Barry hated her sense of humor at the moment. He saw her boots from the corner of his eyes and retaliated in the simplest way. He swiped his arm across her legs and knocked her down beside him.
"I'm sorry, Caitlin," he heard her groans beside him and truly felt bad for her. Everything she said was right. It was his fault.
"That was cold, Flash," she gave him his due. "But this is colder." She jumped to her next move and straddled him, planting her lips over his for a frosty kiss.
Cisco knew it was time to act no matter his feelings. He could practically see Barry's blue face thanks to Caitlin. Belén was still on the ground once again raging at herself to 'stop' ... again. Cisco put on his goggles and struck Caitlin with a vibe energy that knocked her over a car. Cisco then came running forwards.
"Start vibrating. It'll warm you up," he left that advice for Barry on the ground.
Caitlin was just attempting to get up when she felt a hand curl around her ankle. "Oh let go you pathetic plant girl," she hissed with a raging icy hand.
"You wanted me out? Now I'm out," Belén had an unusual glare on her face, her eyes glimmering colors.
"Bells, just hold her!" Cisco ran up to them with the intention of knocking Caitlin out.
"I've got a better idea," Belén smirked. Heat erupted from her free hand and sent Cisco back against the same car that Caitlin had rolled over.
Start killing! Get them all out! Let us be free! The voices chanted in unison. Belén felt herself slowly lose against them. She didn't want to be like Caitlin, she wanted to control them...but she was so tired. The stronger they got, the less pain Belén felt, the less stress and ache.
"Well, you came out to play," Caitlin as Killer Frost looked down at Belén with a smug face.
Belén held her head in pain. "Leave me alone, Frost!"
Caitlin circled the woman, taunting her to come out and match her powers. "We could have some fun, can't you see? I hadn't thought about it before but, after all you were the one who wanted me to come out with Caitlin."
"I SAID STOP!" Belén screamed and whirled around to deliver a punch across Caitlin's face. She raised her hands above her head and let white energy blink into existence around them.
"Belén?"
Belén lowered her arms but kept the moon energy stirring between her hands as she turned to face Barry. He was stunned to find Cisco outcold over a car, Caitlin pretty much under the same state on the ground and... Belén being the cause of it. Her white eyes made him fear that perhaps Killer Frost wasn't the only one who was affected by the siphoning device. Had he done that to her as well?
"Shoot," Belén commanded, but as herself trying to regain control. The power around her hands struggled to keep itself going. "I don't want…" her white eyes flickered to Caitlin, "...I don't want to be...like her...knock me out!"
Barry couldn't believe his ears. Belén stumbled towards him, begging him to do what she asked. "But Belén—"
"KNOCK ME OUT!" she screamed at Barry, eyes flickering to gold. The sight terrified him. "DO IT!"
Barry shut his eyes and absolutely hated himself. He streaked forwards and knocked Belén down as cautious as possible. A smack would be enough, he hoped.
~0~
The next time Caitlin awoke, she found herself inside the pipeline with the group, save Belén, staring at her from the other side with sympathy. "Phew, guess I just needed a little sleep. Thanks, guys. I'm feeling much better now. It's okay. You can let me out. I promise I'm not gonna hurt anybody." Her eyes blue eyes scanned the group to see if anyone faltered, but they knew better. "Hmm. Guess you're all smarter than I thought. You know, that was some blast there, Vibe boy. It kind of hurt."
Cisco's eyes were still glossy with tears. He couldn't believe this is what they were reduced to in the end. "I didn't want to hurt you."
Caitlin's face contorted to disgust. "You're pathetic."
"Alchemy can't help you. But we can. I promise," Barry couldn't stop staring at her, hoping that she would come out of her trance.
Caitlin scoffed. "Oh, like you promised Eddie? And like you promised Ronnie? You know, for a hero, Flash, you sure let a lot of people around you die."
"This isn't you talking. It's the powers. They're messing with your mind. You're sick—"
"Killer Frost might be in my head but Caitlin is broken, Barry. And that's all your fault," Caitlin tapped her finger against the wall. A smug smile spread across her face, almost threatening to laugh. "But this time around, justice came through. You're not getting away with a happy ending this time. You hurt the person you supposedly love most. Belén? She's going to become just like me and then we'll take this city together."
Barry swallowed hard, the guilt he felt once now too hard to push with words of comfort. "We're not letting this happen…" He reached for the controller's to close the pipeline up.
"You did this to me!" Caitlin raged from the inside just before she was lost behind the pipeline.
"Do you have any idea how we can reverse this?" Barry turned to Cisco, hoping for anything at this point. "How we can get her back?"
Cisco refused to look at him. "It's like Caitlin said: sometimes when things get broken, they can't be fixed."
~0~
Belén sat at the edge of the medical bed with her head held low in shame. She couldn't stop staring at the meta dampener cuffs adorning her wrists. Cisco must have put them on her after being taken back to STAR Labs. The voices were dead silent in her head. It was as if everything was normal again.
Except she wasn't. She was far from it.
The sound of footsteps rose her head. She was mortified to see her friends and mother staring at her with...pity. She pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head over her knees.
"I'm sorry," she said, not that it mattered. She had punched her friend and thrown the other over a car. One apology made no difference.
Barry asked with a pleading look to let him talk to her first.
"Do not let her become like Caitlin," Veronica warned with the same hostility she once showed him when they first met. She was angry. Hell angry.
Barry cleared his throat and walked into the side room once the others had gone. "This was it, wasn't it? The thing that you were hiding? It was about this and Caitlin."
"I could never say anything about Caitlin. It wasn't my secret to tell," she rose her head once more. "And I just didn't want you to think it was your fault."
"But it is," Barry said grimly, "This is all my fault. In the other timeline, this didn't happen to you. It didn't happen to Caitlin either."
"It does no good to think about that anymore," Belén said, letting out a heavy sigh, "You can't change it anymore. If I could, I would have tried to fix this on my own."
"But you shouldn't have to," Barry said, coming over to sit down on the bed with her, "This is my fault so please let me help to fix this. We're a team, right? You and I, we're partners above everything and everyone else. Please, trust in me that I will fix this."
"There's not much to work with," Belén said, "The voices are just getting stronger now."
"These voices... there's more than one?"
Belén nodded. "There's three. One who controls earth, the other controls the moon elements and the other has heat abilities. They're some of the victims Datura siphoned and killed. They're mad and they want to be free. Datura said that it's only a matter of time until I lose it. She was right about Caitlin, so…"
"Datura?" Barry raised an eyebrow at her. "You've been speaking to that woman?"
"Yeah, she called me one day because apparently she can now see the future sometimes. I visited her too," Belén said, deciding it was best to put it all out there now that the truth was out. "We, uh, we made a deal. She said she'll help and in return, she'll get Frost's power back. But being honest...I don't think she'll be able to reverse it. And I certainly don't want to wear these," she raised her cuffed hands. "If I have to live with these powers, then I want to control them. I don't want to hide them."
Barry ultimately knew she wanted the cuffs off. He could already hear Veronica shouting that it wasn't the safest thing but...he had already messed up by creating this situation. The least he could do was give Belén her choice. It was all he had. He reached over and unlocked the cuffs. Cisco had placed a password on it just in case Belén switched personalities again. Belén was a bit awed that he was listening so easily. Anyone else would've told her absolutely not.
"I'm sorry for doing this to you, but I swear I will do anything and everything I can to help you," Barry promised her. "Just please don't feel like you need to be sorry. This isn't on you."
"Yeah, well, it doesn't exactly help to hear you continually blame yourself. There's nothing you can do by that," she leaned her head against his arm.
"I should have just followed you inside the house," Barry deeply regretted that night he changed the timelines. He had everything and he didn't see it. It would probably be his biggest regret.
"But you didn't, and that's the fact. I'm sorry you feel this way but...there is nothing you can do to change it. There is no fixing. We are not projects," she shifted her head to look up at him. "We are your friends and we need you."
Barry wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. "I've been the villain of this story, Bells."
"Change the course," Belén said, resting her head on his shoulder.
Their moment was cut short when the lights mysteriously malfunctioned in the building. The only possible source of power had to be from Wally. The two metas hurriedly rushed towards Wally's room and found Joe in the middle of breaking Wally out of his cocoon.
"Joe! Hey! What are you doing?" Barry frantically urged him to stop but Joe had already made the decision long before. "You can't cut him!"
"I have to!" Joe argued back. He didn't want Joe to follow in Caitlin's footsteps, nor Belén's. With the help of a power saw, the cocoon was opened in half but along with it came an odd noise.
Barry figured what it was and sped the others away from the cocoon just as an energy exploded from it. Smoke filled the room over the tipped over furniture. There was only s familiar vibrating noise heard and it wasn't from Barry.
Wally stood in the middle of the room, his entire body vibrating. His gaze slowly went around the room but he never made a noise. Then, just like that, he zipped out of the room.
The group quickly intended on finding him, as well as seeing what exactly the cocoon made him.
"No sign of Wally. I've got the satellite scanning the entire city for rapid movement," Cisco called from the desk.
"If he's a speedster, he could be halfway across the country by now," Iris remarked, still unable to believe what they'd seen mere minutes ago.
"Barry, we have to find him," Joe felt the urgency of a parent but also knew it was his fault. He had only wanted to help his son before something bad happened.
"I'm more worried about what happens when we do find him," Barry admitted. "He didn't seem like he was all there."
"I shouldn't have cut him out of that thing," Joe put his hands over his head.
"If we have no way of knowing what effects Wally did under...should we really try to find him first?" Belén asked. "We need to be smart about this and the only one who could possibly know is…"
"Caitlin," Barry exhaled. "We need a biochemist."
"And how do we break her out of...whatever is in her?" Veronica inquired, accusing eyes landing on her daughter. She had spotted the clean wrists.
Belén sucked in a breath and walked to the desk. "Killer Frost from Earth 2 expects us to fix Caitlin by erasing the powers, her mind. If we want Caitlin back, then we need to remind her who she is."
"Remind her who she is? I think I can do that," Barry decided to play one last card and headed for the pipeline.
Veronica quickly took her daughter by the wrist to the side. "What the hell are you doing? Where are the cuffs?"
"I'm not wearing them," Belén pushed her mother's hands off and returned to the desk.
"I knew we shouldn't have given Barry the password," the woman came after her.
"Mom, you can't just lock them up! I mean, that's exactly what Caitlin tried to do and look where she is right now?" Belén turned to Cisco with the most sincere face possible. "Cisco, I swear I am so sorry that I threw you over a car! I'm sorry that I lied to everyone but you cannot force me to shut my powers away!" she shouted. "Like I said to Barry I am not a project to fix!"
Get them. Make them fear you, Belén closed her eyes and leaned on the desk. The others exchanged cautious glances.
~0~
Caitlin was smug when Barry reopened her prison. It was going to be difficult convincing her but Barry was not planning on stopping.
"We need your help, Caitlin. Wally... he's... he's out of the cocoon, but his biochemistry is all out of whack. He went AWOL."
Caitlin casually leaned against the back wall of the pod. Her lips formed a mock pout. "So?"
"So, when we find him, he's gonna need your help. He's gonna need your medical expertise, your experience with metas. What he needs is Caitlin Snow, MD."
Caitlin gave a mocking laugh. "So, you came to try and talk some sense into me."
"No. I came to let you go," Barry moved to the controls again and opened up the pod.
Caitlin waited a second fir any trick he might be holding back on. Barry just stood there waiting for her. She mocked him and walked out. "For a smart guy, that was an awfully dumb move."
"Like I said, you're free to go."
"What's the catch?"
"You have to kill me," Barry answered in a matter of fact tone.
From the cortex, Iris was deadlocked on the plan, thinking it stupid. "What is he doing!?"
"He's bringing Caitlin back," Belén shushed her, she and Cisco being the only ones not as worried. She had faith that their friend was still there, and if Barry really wanted to help them then he needed to be the one to take the leap. He was faster; he could move if he needed to.
Caitlin raised an eyebrow at Barry and moved up to him. He didn't move an inch. "You want to fight, Flash?"
"No. I'm not gonna fight you," Barry continued with his nonchalantness. "But if you want to leave this room, you're gonna have to kill me."
"Don't think I won't," Caitlin warned, Killer Frost lacing every word spoken.
"Then do it."
Caitlin turned her palm over and created one lone icicle.
Barry braced himself and didn't move an inch. Caitlin, for some reason, only raised the icicle to his chest. "What are you waiting for? What's the big deal? Come on! Live up to your name, Killer Frost. I want to see some killing!" he grabbed onto her wrist holding the icicle and yanked her forwards. "You want to be the villain? This is what they do. They kill their friends, because nothing matters to them anymore, right?"
Caitlin seemed to struggle to push the icicle. Killer Frost raged to do it already so they could go. I can't, Caitlin was the one to think. She's not in control.
"Kill me, Caitlin!" Barry practically ordered to the still woman. "You can't do it. You can't, because underneath all that cold, you're still you."
Caitlin released a shaky breath, Killer Frost's rage was being sealed away at least for the time being. She was not a killer. Killer Frost could not make her become that. Absolutely not.
The blue in her eyes faded away and were replaced by tears. She dropped the icicle in her hand and broke into sobs. "Barry!"
Barry hugged her with no hard feelings. "It's okay. I got you. It's okay." He held her tight and sighed of relief to have her back with them.
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Caitlin felt a huge relief having the meta-dampeners back on her wrists. Her mind was clear again, there was just her and only her. It left her entirely focused on Wally's current state, the latter still unfound. She'd taken a couple of bits left over by the cocoon to see where exactly Wally's structure was at the moment. And because of it, she was able to form an injection that might help him.
"I think extracting Wally early from that cocoon left him in a fugue state. His synapses aren't used to functioning at super-speed, so his mind and muscles are misfiring," she stopped by Barry with the serum ready to go.
"I mean, will this stuff help?" Joe eyed the serum with weariness.
"I've synthesized a neural compound that I think will get his mind and body running at the same speed. We just have to find him first."
"Well, computers aren't doing a damn thing," Cisco muttered from his spot at the desk. He rubbed his face then dropped his hands and turned to the group. "I don't know what else to do."
"But maybe Joe does," Veronica gave the man a glance, knowingly smiling. "Father's know best. "What's your intuition saying?"
Joe had to smile, but didn't disregard her attempt that fast. He got to wondering if perhaps Wally wasn't lost. What if he had just...gotten nostalgic in that state he was in? When nothing made sense, what kept him together?
"The house that he grew up in," he said before he could even solidify the thought. "He used to go there when he missed his mother. In Keystone."
"Let's go," Barry got ahold of him and left together.
As soon as they were gone, Caitlin moved towards Cisco and Belén with that face that spelled utter guilt. "I, uh... I just wanted to…"
"It's okay," Cisco got up from his desk and hugged her tight. "You scared me for a second, getting all Mother of Dragons on me with that hair."
Caitlin managed to chuckle but she was still feeling pretty bad in regards to Belén. "I shouldn't have said anything, b-but I...I wasn't…"
"You don't need to explain anything to me, Cait, I know exactly what that feels like," Belén raised her hands. "I guess they had to know sometime…"
"Still freaked us out…" Iris was heard mumbling from her spot. "I nearly went reporter on you two earlier."
"I know," Belén mocked a putout face. "But it's a scary thing, and that's why we kept quiet. But rest assure—" she placed a hand on Caitlin's arm, "—that we will find a way to help you. Datura said she wanted her power back, so...she's on board."
"Woah, woah, we're letting psycho-Belén help us now?" Cisco went wide-eyed at the news, something that both Iris and Veronica shared.
"You can't be serious," Veronica shook her head. "Tell me you're not serious."
"Who's psycho-Belén?" Axel looked up from the tablet he'd gotten from home.
"No one, go back to your games," Veronica shushed him with a pointed finger.
"It's okay, we're on the same boat - believe it or not - so she's helping," Belén made it clear this was something that had already been decided.
"But did she ask for something in return besides her power?" Caitlin had to wonder. Datura, while Belén, was still dangerously ambitious.
Belén cleared her throat and shook her head. "Nope, just Frosty back." There was no point in telling Caitlin that she would also have to give up her powers to Datura as well. Caitlin felt terrible enough.
That would just remain her little secret till the end.
~ 0 ~
"Oh, so she got back to normal?" Belén rolled her eyes at her doppelganger's disappointment of Caitlin triumphing over Killer Frost.
"Please, don't try to hide your goodness…" Belén sat down on the edge of her bed and glared at Datura on her phone screen.
"Can't hide what I never had," Datura snorted and put a finger to her chin. "Though I do have to express my disappointment of getting this prediction wrong."
"What prediction?"
"I saw Killer Frost in all her frosty glory," Datura shared the vision she'd gotten that day, earlier, but nonetheless about Killer Frost.
"So your psychic abilities aren't always correct, then?"
"Well of course not, the future is never written in stone."
"So...right now, what do you see about...me?"
"Ooh, scared are we?" Datura was quick taunt before laughing. Belén hated her, she really did, because it was fear that was constantly coursing through her. Datura leaned closer to the screen. "I see nothing."
"I know you see something you—"
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Dream about that," the doppelganger spat and ended the video chat.
Belén growled and tossed her phone over her shoulder. She buried her face in her hands and thought about the possibilities if she did not learn to control these powers. She already made it clear to her friends that suppressing them was not an option for her - it never would be.
When she heard the front door unlocking, she quickly jumped up from the bed and ran up to the mirror. She didn't want to look so distressed when they had oh-so many problems as it was.
"Yikes," she whispered at her reflection. She combed through her hair with her fingers and walked out of the room to see how Barry did with...getting Julian not to say a word about Caitlin. She offered to go herself but Barry decided that he needed to, because it was part of him owning up to his mistakes. Barry had a somber face until he saw Belén coming out of the hallway. "So, how did it go?" she leaned against the hallway threshold. "Is he going to tell? Do you need me to try?"
How could Barry tell her that one of her closest friends had forced him to quit his job so that Caitlin could avoid jail? He couldn't. At least not tonight when Belén was already looking far too tired to deal with something else. "He's not going to say anything," he informed her with a the tiniest of smiles.
A big relief washed over Belén, even making her laugh towards the end. "Oh my God that is so good to hear!" she walked over and hugged him tight, swaying them a bit.
"Yeah," Barry rubbed her back and rested his chin over her head. Keeping his sudden departure from his job wasn't going to last a day, probably not even a week, but for tonight he would like to give Belén a moment of peace.
After everything, she deserved that much.
#ocappreciation#arrowverseocs#fd: the flash#the flash#barry allen#the flash fics#barry allen fics#the flash imagines#barry allen imagines#barry allen x oc#arrowverse fics#arrowverse imagines#the flash x oc#oc: Belén Palayta#oc: Belen Palayta#oc: the azalea#fic: make you stay
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MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS. TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT. YOU'VE GOT NO REASON TO BE AFRAID. [insp]
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#china#douyin#fun#year of dragon#tw: flashing lights#can't imagine how people would have reacted if it happened in the pre-industrial era
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The team walked into the cortex, cheering amongst themselves and ready to celebrate the victory of their latest big bad. Until they stepped foot inside and saw someone sitting at the computers. Barry was quick to step in front of everyone, taking the lead in whatever battle they were about to face. They waited for the person to reveal themselves which didn’t take long. The chair turned, a woman revealing herself to the team.
“Who are you?” Barry asked, fists out in front of him in a defensive stance.
“Team Flash, about time. We need to talk,” you said, ignoring Barry’s question.
You turned back around in the chair, placing your hands on the keyboard to one of the computers. Your fingers flew across the keys, typing something that they couldn’t see. But that was the least of their concerns, at least until they figured out who you were.
“Who are you? I won’t ask again,” Barry said once again, his tone getting more aggressive.
You turned to look at them one more time, sitting back against your seat and letting out a sigh. “I believe you refer to me as Savitar, God of speed. Goddess actually but I prefer-”
As you were explaining, your sentence was cut short by Barry speeding towards you. You moved before he could touch you though, ending up on the other side of the desk. You weren’t phased by what just happened but Barry was, looking at you with shock on his face. He hadn’t expected you to move as fast as you did, faster than he ever has. Actually, you moved faster than any of the speedsters he’s ever met.
The rest of Team Flash took their positions behind Barry, ready to attack at his given single. You weren’t too worried, instead leaning against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest in a relaxed pose. You kept your eyes on them, watching for their next move.
“That was kind of rude. Are we done?” you asked them.
“I don’t know who you are or what tricks you’re playing but whatever you’re up to, we’ll stop you,” Barry said.
“I’m sure you will speedster,” you mumbled out sarcastically. “I’m not here to play tricks, I’m here to talk. About the speed force, my speed force and whatever the hell you did to her.”
Barry immediately perked up at your words, the entire team did. Their guards lowered some as they stepped further into the room, ready to hear you out.
“What do you mean you’re Savitar? Savitar’s gone, we watched him get erased from time,” Iris spoke up, coming to stand next to Barry.
“No, that was a scared little boy who used my name for his own gain. No offense of course. I’m the real deal, Goddess of speed, first speedster in existence. Although the name Savitar came from humans and their need to worship a deity. You can call me {Name}, that was my name when I was human,” you told them.
“How is this possible?” Cisco asked, being the first of the group to step closer to you. He had a gun in his hand, no doubt something to blast you with if you happened to be evil.
“How is any of it possible? I got my speed long ago through mere accident, back then there was no one like me. So, I spent years searching for what created me and in turn, I created everything that came next, every speedster that came next,” you explained.
“And the speed force? What did you mean by your speed force?” Barry continued to question you.
“Exactly what I mean, it’s mine, I created her. After I learned the capabilities of my speed and those of future speedsters, I created the speed force to stabilize us and all of time. If our speed ran wild, you have no idea the damage it could cause,” you further explained. “Now she’s dying and since you and your team were involved, you’re going to help me stabilize her before we all lose everything.”
By the look on your face and the seriousness of your tone, they believed everything you said. Barry gave you a short nod, the first initiate his trust in you.
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|Not my GIFs|
#allimagines#imagines#imagine#the flash#the flash imagines#the flash imagine#team flash#team flash imagines#team flash imagine#barry allen#barry allen imagines#barry allen imagine#the flash x reader
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Delivery!
Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.
"Alright you got me! Show your face!"
"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.
"What? Who are you?"
"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.
"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.
On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.
"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."
He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.
"How did you?"
"Just read it."
The letter reads:
Dear Flash,
I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.
In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.
"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.
And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!
"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."
"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.
Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)
Extra scene:
"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."
"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)
"A punch card." Danny said
Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW
Obligatory Gotham Scene:
Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.
"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.
He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)
#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom x dc#the flash#barry allen#dpxflash#dp x dc prompt#Can you imagine a scenario of Danny just walking into the Wayne manor and just holding out a care package for the whole batfamily#This is from your Grandma and Grandpa#And gives Alfred his own separate care package along with a message of thanks for how much the butler does for the family#Danny's just like “this is for the crime fighting family with the furry theme going on”
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Thorne, my beloved can I pretty please get a number 16. (‘not wanting to let go’ hugs) with my favorite energetic redhead Wally <3
You're lucky I decided to take pity on you and make it happy <3
16. Not wanting to let go hugs
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“Wally, I have to go to work,” she muttered, trying to worm her way out of the Speedster’s arms, and she got about halfway out of bed when he let out a pitiful whine and like a spider, curled his arms and legs around her, tugging her back down into the blankets. “Wallace Rudolph West, let go of me this instant. I have to go to work.”
“Go to work later,” he whined, burying his face in her neck, chest to her back; he smiled and nuzzled her skin, murmuring, “Cuddle now.”
“Wally,” she sighed. “My dad asked me to do this photoshoot like three times now and it’s been cancelled each time because of an emergency. I can’t make him reschedule again.”
Wally grunted, squeezing her to him. “He’s Bruce Wayne. He can reschedule anything anytime and no one will bat an eyelid. What’s one more day?”
“And I’m his daughter who has to listen to him bitch when he has to—that’s one more day.” She tried to wiggle around in his arms. “I have to go to work, Wally. I don’t get paid for simply existing and being a Wayne. Contrary to popular belief, billionaire actually have to do their jobs.”
“Noooooooo,” he whined, keeping her in place. “Don’t want you to go.”
“You are such a baby,” she griped and pushed at his arm. “Fine, I won’t go to work. But at least let my torso go. You’re making me sweat and not in the fun way.”
Wally was already drifting back to sleep. “Gotta keep you warm.”
“You’re not keeping me warm, you’re keeping me the temperature of the sun. Let go, you giant, inhuman furnace.”
“‘m not inhuman,” he muttered. “‘m superhuman.”
Her eye twitched and she watched as her phone rang, her father’s name flashing across and she grunted, “You better be lucky I love you.”
“Mhm.”
#wally west x reader imagine#wally west x reader imagines#wally west x reader#wally west imagines#wally west imagine#wally west#the flash x reader imagine#the flash x reader imagines#the flash x reader#the flash imagines#the flash imagine#the flash#flash x reader imagines#flash x reader imagine#flash x reader#flash imagine#flash#batsis#batsis imagine#batsis imagines#batsis x batfamily imagine#batsis x batfamily#batfamily x batsis imagine#batfamily x batsis imagines#batfamily x batsis#batfamily x reader imagines#batfamily x reader imagine#batfamily x reader#batfamily imagines#batfamily imagine
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ok but the ghibli vibes of @triona-tribblescore 's wandering guardian au???
like i could live in this world forever tbh
inspo boards/refs below ft trionas SPECTACULAR GORGEOUS AMAZING og works of the au bros
#my art#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#wandering guardian au#rise mikey#rise raph#rise leo#rise donnie#triona i am throwing these at u smack in ur face /aff#please imagine soft and beautiful ghibli piano music in the bg thank u#leos def isnt as pollished as the other two but alas#and donnies space need about 73% more clutter buT ALAS#also idk if its accurate but#ADORE the concept of this aus splinter having four just fucking god-powered children#like#tiny kiddos causing literal natural disasters#leonardo what have i told you about flash flooding the river?#yes i understand you had the zoomies but now all the fish are dead and raphies upset#please go apologize#donatello i am very glad you had a good day however we cannot keep repeating the same 24 hours again and again#it is making michelangelo nauseous and disturbing the locals#idk in acutuality itd prolly make more sense for the boys to only been given/have begun developing the powers when theyre older#but tiny tot turtles with horrific power is just so fun as a concept
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Justice League & The Observants
The first time The Observants appeared before the Justice League, they were met with resistance. The JL was more than apprehensive when it came to working with the beings.
A new side of their world was exposed to them. Since the day those things showed up at the watchtower, everywhere the JL turned, there was a new spooky thing to learn about.
The strange beings didn't say much. Appearing in the room through a swirling portal, took a look at the heroes and gave them a mission.
A mission. Like suddenly the Justice League works for them. Something that rubbed all the heroes the wrong way.
Yet, they had to take it. They couldn't let a town get absolutely destroyed and leveled just because they disliked the creatures that told them about it.
It kept happening.
Batman pulls out all the stops to learn more about these so called "Observants". Everything he could find.
It takes him down a rabbit hole. Finding out more and more about the world those beings came from. The Zone.
No one could really complain. The visits from the Observants were always short and to the point. A new problem has arise in the time line and they needed to fix it.
That was until the first time it wasn't one of those things stepping out of the portal.
This time it was a kid. Or something that looked like a kid, and this kid looked pissed.
He demands to know everything that the Observants had asked the league to do. Demands to be filled in.
The anger isn't directed at the JL. No, no. It's directed at the Observants. It seems the league aren't the only ones that despise those all-seeing beings.
He's a king. The kid is a King.
Not what anyone had expected, and it seemed the complication only grew more. The king, Phantom, informs them not to trust the Observants.
The Justice League takes it all in surprising strides. Confirms that they have done nothing wrong, and they haven't. It was simply that the Observants cared more of their own opinions than the betterment of the world.
However, it gets a little harder to keep a straight face when they are introduced to the God of Time.
Made even worse when the God, Clockwork, is a child. If they thought Phantom was a kid, this was a baby.
Except in almost a blink of an eye, Clockwork was an old man.
Things just kept getting more complicating and intriguing.
Before the Justice League knows it. They are essentially thrusted into the Zone's own problems. An inner war was brewing, and Phantom wanted to do everything he could to stop it.
#danny phantom#fandom things#fandom#multi fandom blog#fanfiction#dc x dp#dp#dpxdc#dc justice league#justice league#dc batman#dc flash#The zone was split when Danny become ghost king#Some didn't like the idea of a child in charge#others despised the idea of a halfa in charge#The observants are shady rats and tried to rig the system against Danny#Danny just wants to catch a break with everything going in in the living realm#He absolutely loses his shit when he finds out the observants were recruiting the JL to their side#I just imagine Danny trying to gentle parent the JL#Danny: *deep breath* it's okay it's okay they didn't know they don't know anything... I can't blame them I can't *struggling with anger#batman#dp x dc#phandom#danny fenton#The observants dp
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Hr Wells X Reader
A/N: I did my best😶
You're at Star Lab waiting for your boyfriend Harry. He told you to stay in his workshop to take a short bath. The both of you decide to spend sometime together after all the chaos that's happening in Central City. While he was away, you attempted to put your hair in a ponytail cuz its been bothering you in this whole time, but unfortunately it was difficult for you to tie it up because you have a broken wrist thanks to the metahuman yesterday.
Harry and you has been in a relationship for almost a year now. You love him because his very passionate in his work as a scientist, a very loving father for Jesse and a good man, unfortunately he doesn't have anytime as your boyfriend because he has so much time working in the lab and helping the team .
Your in a deep thought when suddenly the childlike novalist saw you staring in the mirror out of your thought. He walk behind you and cleared his throat causing you to look behind you where you saw him smile at you.
" Hi (Y/N) " HR said while sitting at the chair next to you.
" Hello HR " You said nervously while staring back to the mirror. You felt a butterflies on your stomach again every time you see him. When you arrive at this earth with your boyfriend Harry, you didn't thought that your going to fall for him. You felt actually guilty falling inlove to your boyfriend's doppelganger, but what can you say Harrison Wells is very hot and cute in every universe.
HR cleared his throat again causing you to stare back to his icy blue eyes. He pointed at your hair when he saw you strangling on it.
" Need help? " But before you could answer yet, he walked up behind you and gently gathered your hair in a ponytail.
You waited for him to tie your hair but he was intensely staring at your neck.
"No hickeys? " He asked, smirking to himself.
" His always working so he don't have time for that thing, but actually its ok you know " You said nervously while swallowing thickly without looking at him.
He look at you for a couple of of second before he surprisingly put your hair in a nice ponytail. Before he left, he looked at you one last time.
"(Y/N)"
" hm? "
" Don't forget that, I always have time specially when it comes to you, Harry won't be mad at it right? " Hr said with a smirk.
" I will be mad for sure " HR turn his back and quickly saw the grumpy scientist glaring at him with a towel around his torso.
" Oh hey Hard hat " HR said with a smile
" I'm going to kill you " Harry said with a deadly stare.
#tom cavanagh#the flash cw#harry wells#hr wells#the flash#the flash imagines#earth 2 harry wells x reader#harry wells imagines#hr wells imagines#Reader insert
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