#Eobard x reader

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine asking Barry to not change your past…

You grabbed Barry by the elbow and slowed his pace to match yours before he dashed off into the pipeline for another trip to the past.

“Hey, I need you to do me a favour when you’re back there.” You requested from the speedster and watched as he concentrated on your next words. “As tempting as it gets, I need you to let my story play out - all of it.”

Barry nod and shrugged off the comment. “Of course, why would I-”

“All of it, Barry. And that includes my relationship with Thawne.” You clarified and the young man immediately scowled and stepped back.

“No, come on. Y/n, he manipulated you to get back at me-”

“I know.”

“He intentionally broke your heart!”

“Barry, I-”

“Hell, he even killed you in the first timeline that I reset - the same one that I’m going to.”

You stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder while staring into his face in the hopes that he would calm down a little.

“Barry, I know what he’s done and I'm well aware of what he’s capable of.” You reminded him softly. “I hate him but I… I also loved him more than anything. And his betrayal helped shape me into the person I am today. It doesn’t make sense but I need that to remain intact.”

Barry fell quiet. He didn't like the idea at all. If he had his way, he would risk the future just so you wouldn't have to endure the emotional scars from Thawne.

But he had to respect your wishes. He couldn't be selfish.

"I'll do my best." He replied and that was the best he could offer in that moment.

~ More imagines here ~

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

A/N: Helloooooo. Here's a little one-shot that didn't make it into More Than He Bargained For that I thought you would all enjoy!

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"I have to go out of town for a couple of days," Eobard reluctantly informed you, his expression softening as he looked down at your pouting face. "What? Why?" you protested, your eyes searching his for an explanation.

Eobard couldn't resist the charm of your pout; it made him feel guilty about leaving you. A warm smile graced his lips as he reassured you, "I have to do this thing for work, but I'll be back before you know it."

"Impossible," you countered, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips before snuggling closer to him. "I always hate when you aren't here."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on you. He wished he could freeze this moment, capture it in eternity. You and him…happy, lovers. You made the stagnant existence in this time period bearable. "Why can't you take me with you?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You know I can't," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of regret.

You groaned in response, not happy but acceptingly. "Alright."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room as the television droned on in the background, providing background noise with its latest stock market analysis.

"I have something for you," Eobard suddenly broke the silence, his voice infused with anticipation.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What is it?"

"We have to go outside, though," he teased, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Meet me outside," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

You giggled as you watched him almost trip on his way to your shared bedroom, his playful smile and wink leaving you with a sense of curiosity. Grabbing your shoes, you headed outside to join him.

Eobard's house was a cozy haven, nestled alongside the lake bordering Central City. The backyard was a sight to behold, with towering, lush trees adorned with delicate jar lights. A beautiful garden with a meandering stone path guided you towards the shimmering lake. From this vantage point, you could also see the dazzling cityscape, adding to the enchantment of your little piece of heaven.

"It's beautiful."

You turned around and found Eobard standing beside you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. "It is," you replied, unable to contain your joy.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the view," he sweetly retorted, his gaze filled with affection.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Before I go, I wanted to give you something, but first, I have to ask you something," Eobard began, his voice laced with nerves.

Curiosity ignited within you. "Okay," you responded, your voice soft and filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as it ran through his hair. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

"Yes! Yes, I just—" he stammered, his eyes meeting yours before he finally gathered his composure. Stepping forward, his voice regained strength. "Will you marry me?"

You stood frozen, unable to process the question at first.

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

"Yes, of course!" you squealed with delight as he kissed you passionately, sealing the moment. As you pulled apart, your eyes glanced down and spotted a dazzling diamond ring with your beloved gemstone nestled in the center.

Overwhelmed with joy, you looked up at him and said, "I love you."

A radiant smile graced his face as he replied, "I love you too."

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Hope you enjoyed this little snippet! Please feel free to leave any comments or thoughts as well as ideas! Love you all!

[smittenbyvillains]

Hi!!! so I was wondering if I could request a Eobard x fem reader fic where the reader works at star labs (before the particle accelerator explosion) and is competing with Hartley for a promotion, so reader decides to seduce Eobard into giving it to her followed by some smut. if your not comfortable writing this that’s okay! it’s just boss!eowells is really plaguing my thots rn 😩😩😩

IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

Warnings: smutty, use of good girl, he's baby girl, use of sir possibly heheHEHE (sorry I'm so rusty)

Y/N really wanted the promotion and needed it. Your rent just really went up. It was the landlord just being a complete ass about it. Y/N was thinking of ways to do get the promotion that was right but none of it seemed to work because Hartley wanted the same promotion. Y/N groaned to themselves at her work desk. It was starting to get late, and you had been trying to get the most done. Then an idea came in mind. You noticed how your boss aka Harrison Wells would steal glances at you. A plan was coming through. Although you never thought you would have done that. You knew he always stayed late. You decided to go to his office. Of course, Hartley was there chatting with Harrison. You knocked on the office door. Questioning if this was the right idea. "Come in." Eobard said. He knew it was you. He dismissed Hartley telling him to get some rest. Hartley didn't want to but knew it was best not to fight the orders. He walked out after you came in and gave you a glare. You ignored it. Eobard smiled at you. He was glad he hired you.

You approached his desk and put a huge smile on. He looked at you knowing something was up but didn't comment. "I'm surprised you haven't gone home; you usually care about sleep." He chuckled.

"I haven't finished what I wanted to do for the day. I was hoping we could talk." You said trying to start up a conversation. You decided to go behind his desk and sit on his desk. He watched as you did that and held back the smirk. He saw how you skirt was riding up.

"Ah, I see, what do you want to talk about?" he asked as he sat in his chair and leaned back. He was now purposely looking at you.

"I wanted to admit something, I haven't been able to... it could risk my job." You said and bit your lip more out of nervousness. He nodded. "You can tell me anything." Eobard said. You took a deep breath.

"I like you; I like my boss." You spoke. "I can't get you out of my head." You spoke. It wasn't even a lie. He didn't seem surprised and leaned forward.

"I see, how come you didn't tell me before?" He asked. You blushed a bit.

"I can't lose my job... I've been trying to get the promotion.... cause I do need it." You said and moved closer. Eobard nodded and smiled.

"I can help you with both." He spoke. He leaned forward and slowly stood up. You looked up at him. You hardly said anything he was already saying this? He gently grasped your hips with one hand and lifted your chin with the other. His thumb rubbing your lip as he looked into your eyes. "You can say no anytime." He added and you nodded.

Eobard leaned in and kissed you slowly and you melted into the kiss and kissed him back. He pulled you closer to him getting desperate and more by the second. His hand on your hip moving up to your neck. He pulled away to look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful." He spoke in a tone saying he meant it. "I've been waiting for this."

Eobard was quick to kiss you again. He thought your dumbfounded reaction was adorable. Did you really not see? He smirked a bit and sat back and pulled you into his lap. You gasped. You started to grind against his one thigh. He watched as you did this. He pulled away from the kiss.

"Oh, what a needy girl, huh?" He said into your ear as he leaned in close to ear before kissing down your neck. His hands started to pull your blouse off. You whimpered. "Want more?" He teased. You nodded. "Words my sweet lady." He said. You pouted for a second.

"Please sir." You said not knowing what slipped. His eyes darkened more.

"Good girl, you keep calling me that and I am all yours." He spoke. He lifted you up enough to get your skirt and underwear off after getting your bra off. He admired your body as you sat there in his lap. "Now how about you help your boss?" He didn't really ask. You nodded quickly and got his pants off and his underwear. You went bright red. "You are sure my sweet lady." he asked again.

"Yes sir, I'm sure." You answered. He pulled you close again and chuckled as his hand moved down your body and he felt how wet you are already for him.

"So wet already for your boss hm?" He teased you and you whimpered as he continued to rub your clit.

"Please sir~" You whined. He chuckled and prepared you for a few more minutes before sinking you down slowly. You gasped and moaned as he felt so good inside of you. He groaned at how well you fit him. You were made for him. He slowly moved your hips to get you used to it. After a minute you got the rhythm and started to ride him. The office was filled of moans and groans of pleasure. An occasional whimper of pleasure. You were getting close and closer to cumming so was Eobard. He could tell.

"Cum for me my good girl~" he said. He had started to thrust up. You moaned as you started to quiver as you came. "Oh~ Good girl." He said as he came with a moan. He had you lean against him as he rode out each of your highs. "You got the promotion but a different one love." He smirked. "You will be everywhere with me." He spoke. "And i mean everywhere." He said with a darker smirk. He wasn't letting go of you now. Not even when his plan gets in motion. And you will be coming with him.

[khayrrilrainxwells]

Defying Judgment: Love Beyond Expectations

Harrison "Eo" Wells X Reader

A/N: Introducing my new fic! I hope you enjoy it. Please like, comment, and reblog to give me the courage to write more. Your support means everything. Thank you!

You were sitting with your friends at the Central City Coffee Shop, feeling excited about introducing your boyfriend, Harrison Wells, to them. The anticipation was building inside you as you decided to text him and invite him to meet your friends. When he replied with a resounding yes, a rush of happiness washed over you.

Minutes later, you heard the familiar creaking of the coffee shop's door, and your heart skipped a beat. The sound of his wheelchair wheels approaching your table filled the air. With a big smile on your face, you greeted him and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. However, you couldn't help but notice a sudden change in your friends' expressions, as if they were disgusted by something.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to brush off their reaction, thinking that it couldn't possibly be related to Harrison. Wanting to introduce him to your friends, you intertwined your fingers with his and spoke up, "Guys, this is Harrison Wells." You gestured towards him while lightly touching his hand resting on his lap.

One of your friends rolled her eyes and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, the famous Harrison Wells." She took a sip of her coffee, seemingly unimpressed.

Feeling a mix of frustration and protectiveness, you took another deep breath and turned your gaze back to your boyfriend. With a loving squeeze of your hand, he looked into your eyes and reassured you, "Not anymore."

Before you could respond to your friend's rude comment, she interrupted, "Ew, you like him?" Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, but you decided not to engage further.

Undeterred, your friend persisted, asking again, "You like him?" She scrutinized you with her gaze, waiting for your response.

Rolling your eyes at her judgmental attitude, you firmly answered, "Yes, I love him." Folding your arms, you inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for a confrontation.

Amused, she laughed and said, "Are you crazy enough to fall for him? He's way older than you." Taking a sip of her coffee, she seemed to find humor in the situation.

Your patience waned, and anger bubbled up inside you. Standing up on your table, you slammed your hand down, capturing the attention of those around you. Ignoring the onlookers, you looked directly at your friends and addressed them with determination.

"How rude can you be? I don't care if he's older than me. I don't care if he doesn't fit your idea of the 'cutest' boy. He doesn't have to be. I like him for who he is. You don't see him the way I do, and I think he's perfect just the way he is." As you spoke, the passion in your voice grew stronger.

Overwhelmed by emotions, you grabbed the two coffee on the table and splashed them on your friends, expressing your anger and disappointment. Harrison just stare at you unsure of what to do in this situation. He saw the anger in your eyes that he never see before.

You reached out for the handle of his wheelchair, gripping it tightly. "We have to go," you told him firmly, leading the way toward the coffee shop's exit.

Once you arrived at the STAR Labs, you still felt the boiling anger inside you. Sitting in front of a monitor, you leaned your head against it, trying to calm yourself down. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your thoughts.

Turning to face Harrison, you grasped his hands and looked into his icy blue eyes. He asked, "Are you okay?" His concern was evident in his voice.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you replied, "Yeah, I'm fine." Pulling away slightly, you shifted your attention back to the monitor, trying to regain your composure. As Harrison wheeled himself next to you, you felt his touch on your cheek.

"I know you're not," he said, his eyes reflecting sadness.

Frustrated and vulnerable, tears welled up in your eyes as your heart raced. You shook your head, unable to control the rush of emotions. Staring at your sweaty hands, you said, "I hate it when people say that to me."

Harrison apologized softly, blaming himself for the incident. He gently placed his hand on your face and then moved it to his lap. Feeling guilty for the outburst, you slowly stood up from your chair and settled onto his lap, cupping his soft cheeks.

"It's not your fault," you reassured him, lifting his chin and meeting his icy blue gaze. Taking a deep breath, you closed the distance between you and kissed him passionately. As you pulled back, both of you gasped for air.

Whispering with a tone of sadness in your voice, you confessed, "I love you." Resting your head on his shoulder, you inhaled deeply, taking in his comforting scent. His warm hand gently patting your back and the soft kiss he placed on your shoulder made you feel secure.

"I love you too," he responded, his voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Later, at the Central City Club, Harrison arrived, donning a black cap and a black jacket. He noticed two ladies drinking alcohol nearby and couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Their unstable state became apparent when they suddenly found themselves outside the club.

Curiosity piqued, one of the women squinted at the dark space before them and spotted a tall figure approaching. "Who are you?" she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

Confidently, Harrison removed his hat and smirked at the two ladies. "I'm your (Y/N)'s boyfriend... and yes, I can walk," he replied, stunning them both.

Eobard Thawne's presence left one of the women wide-eyed as she stared at his feet in disbelief. Speeding in front of them, he added, "Well, I can do this, too." With a swift vibration of his hand, he incapacitated them, causing their bodies to hit the floor.

When one of the women choked on her own blood, struggling to speak, she managed to ask, "Why did you do this?"

"You know, just for fun." Eobard declared, a satisfied look on his face. He nonchalantly put his hat back on, as if nothing had happened, and walked away, leaving the two women behind.

Tags: @eonash @gaminggirlsstuff

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - Oneshot (Flash)

There were times Cisco wondered if the world could send anymore surprises. Time and time again, he kept getting an answer for that question. Because this one had to be crazy. He had the perfect plan for a relaxing Monday morning.

Everyone was working at their actual jobs for once. The city really felt like it was normal for approximately four hours. That's until a freaking pink orb opened right in front of his face inside of star labs.

Of course.

"I don't know what you are but you better beat it!!"

Cisco lifted his hands to vibe whatever it was into oblivion. But a woman stumbled out. He could have imagined it, but her eyes seem to give off a pink glow. She blinked a few times, then shook her head.

"Hello!"

The peppy tone of your voice threw him off guard. Cisco raised a brow, lowering his hands cautiously. He'd clicked the notification on his phone the instant this weird occurrence happened. That's why when Barry zipped in, Cisco wasn't even surprised. Nor did he flinch when he saw Harry break the corner, or Killer Frost walk in with her hands lifted, ready for battle. Caitlin is not far behind with her own weapon of choice.

"Cisco?"

Barry isn't fully sure what's going on.

"I have no idea, she just popped up like a freaking fairy."

"Cupid!" you chirped.

"Pardon?" Harry asked, gun still raised.

"I'm a cupid, and I'm here looking for my soulmate. "

Cisco groaned, lowering his hand with a frustrated groan.

"I JUST WANT PEACE!!" He cried out.

"Oh I love peace. Well and love of course." You giggled. Harry still looked skeptical.

"How do we know she's telling the truth?" He never lowered his guard for an instant. Barry was about to advise Harry against shooting you without probable cause, but an alarm went off.

"Speedster detected."

It blared, and Barry gritted his teeth. This was a foreign signature. That could only mean one thing. It was either some new speedster, or..

"Hello Allen."

All they felt was the wind, and everyone went right back into fight mode.

"Thawne." Barry seethed.

Your eyes turned at the new face, and everything seemed to run in slow motion. He was walking at normal speed, but it appeared so much more clear, alluring. The way he titled his head to stretch his neck, then lick his lips, it made you swallow.

"My soulmate.."

Time returned to normal, and just as Eobard planned to go on a rant on his latest quest, you sidestepped, blocking his view. He looked a bit startled, and so did the rest of Team Flash.

"What are you doing, get away from him!" Barry warned.

You barely flinched, and Eobard grinned.

"What a great turn of events. I could use this to my advantage."

There was nothing more satisfying than watching Barry squirm because of his failure. Eobard has every intention to kidnap you, an unsuspecting citizen and use you as bait to carry out another sinister plan, but the second you took his hand his body went stiff.

"You're my soulmate! What's your name? Do you like ice-cream? Is your favorite color yellow? Personally mine is pink for obvious reasons but I don't mind yellow. Bright colors are fun? Have you ever been to Paris, I can take you! We can go together. It's so romantic!!"

"Forget kidnapping."

He was about to speed out of there and maybe grab a less annoying victim, but shock hit him when his speed refused to go. Barry seemed to catch on, and Eobard's instinct was to force himself out of your clutches, because it's clear whatever your meta abilities were, it was subduing his speed.

"Barry!"

"On it!" He zipped over at Cisco's call, and Eobard was cuffed in a second. He growled, and just like that Eobard was sped into the pipeline. You blinked.

You turned back to them in confusion. When Cisco saw the tears begin to build up, he wasn't ready for the waterworks.

"W-What did you do to my future husband!" You began to wail like a child, and Cisco scrambled.

"What are you talking about? That guy is a freaking psycho!"

"He's my soulmate." You said with puppy dog eyes.

"ARGH!! WHY ME!!" Cisco had reached his breaking point.

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After a much needed glass of wine, they had all sat down to hear you out. Because the biggest issue right now was convincing you that Eobard Thawne was not someone you wanted to be with.

"So you're trying to say you're a cupid, and Eobard Thawne is your soulmate?" Iris was playing catch up. Since she'd missed the very chaotic introduction.

"Exactly."

You were sitting in the chair swaying from side to side with the biggest smile. When you learned that he wasn't in some far away desert, calming you down had gone over much smoother.

"I'm confused, aren't cupids meant to match people up" Cisco questions. Harry sends him a look.

"I-I mean if I believe in that stuff."

"We do, I've matched millions of people. But the biggest challenge for a cupid is finding their soulmate. When we're old enough, we go out and search for our soul mate. Of course not everyone is interested in love. But the ones who are like me are usually pretty spot on. We can tell who our soul mates are with just one look. The same way I can tell that the both of you are." You pointed at Iris and Barry.

"That's not very impressive, they're married." Harry scoffed.

"Married?" Your brows knitted, but then you caught on.

"Oh! No, that's not what I meant. I always forget that humans don't see it the way we do. "

You turned your wrist, and a pink glow enveloped the room. When you reached out and tapped Barry's shoulder you smiled. They all stared in interest at red string that stretched from Barry's pinky finger, straight to Iris's. They exchanged a look of awe, and you snapped your fingers. In a matter of seconds, the room had returned to normal as if nothing happened.

"Despite popular belief, true love is very rare. Humanity is so focused on all the wrong things. Personal possessions, war, hate. More often than not I've seen others torn from their loved ones because of such trivial matters. What you both have is special, extraordinary. I'd like to have that too. I can, with Eobard."

Witnessing what you just showed them, it was hard to deny there was more to this than they fully understood. Barry also couldn't risk letting someone as dangerous as Eobard run free. Cupid or not.

"How about we make a deal? If you can help us keep Eobard from hurting people, then we'll help you win his heart."

"Really!"

You were now glowing a bright pink, and Barry took a step back. Cisco elbowed said speedster in his side.

"How the hell are we gonna do that!" He whispered.

"We'll figure it out." He replied, turning back to you.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course!!" You hugged Barry, and he was stunned at what felt like fumes of pink mist overcoming his body. When you pulled back, Barry was wearing a dazed smile.

"Uhh, you okay there Barry?" Cisco asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, I just love Iris."

He moved over, hugging her, and they all looked at you for an explanation. Iris merely smiled, patting his back.

"Sorry! Cupid pheromones. Tends to have that effect. Makes people really honest. No worries, it'll wear off in a while."

You went skipping down the hall before they could ask anymore questions. No doubt to visit a certain speedster genius.

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"Damn it."

He couldn't believe he'd been subdued so easily.

"I'm getting complacent. "

He let his guard down, surely that would not happen again.

"Hi!"

Eobard jumped back at the woman that appeared as if out of thin air.

"Oof! Sorry did I scare you. I just couldn't stay away." You leaned on the glass with a dreamy sigh, and Eobard took another much needed step back.

"You're so handsome. Who would have thought I had a thing for blonds. Please tell me you don't have a girlfriend already. I didn't see any soul ties when I looked at you."

Eobard was starting to think that he was safer in this prison.

"Who are you, what did you do to me?" He was already pissed. Hopefully you would give him information he could use to get the upper hand.

"I'm a cupid."

For a moment he thought you were pulling his leg, but you were still smiling at him like you'd won the lottery.

"Cupid?"

"That's right!!"

"I'm screwed."

Whoever you were, it's obvious you're crazy. You had to be. Not only had you been blatantly coming onto him since the moment your eyes met, but you must have been powerful, because he didn't imagine his speed leaving his body. You did something to him. The more he listened, the more pissed he was getting.

"How did you take my speed?"

"I didn't. You did that."

"That's ridiculous!!"

You must be messing with him.

Shaking your head, you clicked the button, and the doors began to open. Eobard's eyes hardened, and the second he was free, he zipped forward, or tried to. His speed started to glitch the second he was within three feet of you, and it caused him to tumble, taking you with him. Both your bodies hit the ground. He grunted, and you lifted your head with a soft groan. But the smile never left your face. His eyes opened, and he was taken by the pink glow that reflected off your iris. He wasn't sure if it was the proximity, but for some strange reason he couldn't look away.

"Your eyes are more beautiful up close.."

You whispered mesmerized. Eobard caught himself, about to jump upright. But you took his hand and he knew he was in trouble.

"Sorry, but I made a promise, so it looks like you're stuck with me."

He really needed to find a new hobby.

[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

[jokingmisfit]

Dominance

Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Pure Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, P in V, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink, Reader's kinda a pillow princess ngl

Prompt- “Come sit on my lap.”

Prompt- “We can’t do that here!”

“How is it that he’ll be under me and still somehow topping?” You jokingly asked Caitlin.

Her eyes crinkle when she laughs. “Y’know, I really just don’t know.” She says red across her face.

“Too much information?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Just a little.” She answers and holds her fingers together.

“In my defense,” You say, grinning like a Cheshire. “You asked what was on my mind, continuously” 

She turns and shouts with a smile. “You looked confused!” She laughs.

“I am!” You yell in return ending your sentence in giggles.

In your small bubble of laughter and smiles you missed the whirring noise of your partner's wheelchair.

“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.

Snickering, you say “You love it.”

“It seems the two of you are enjoying yourselves.” Harrison’s voice cuts through.

“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.

“We are not!” Caitlin responds glaring at you. “How am I supposed to look at him?” She whisper-yells at you. 

“Suffer…” You tease.

“What exactly is Dr.Snow supposed to suffer?” Harrison asks smoothly.

It was your turn to blush as you tell him, “Nothing, nothing at all. At least not that you’d be interested in..”

You lean off the counter and scurry off, leaving a kiss on your fiance's cheek.

“Should I be concerned about that?” You hear him ask Caitlin as you leave the room.

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Hours later you're working in Harrison's office. The majority of the paperwork finally filed away into their proper drawers.You take a second to look around at the left over work. Not too much left, but you’d already been at it longer than you intended. You look at the few papers in your hand and decide to just finish them before taking a break.

Once again, you miss the entrance of your fiance. He pauses when he fully enters the office. He watches you with a pen in your mouth and legs crossed onto your chair and a few hums coming out of your lips. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you.

“Darling,” Harrison calls out to you, and you listen and look up at him. He lifts his hands and ushers you over with two fingers. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasps out to you.

You think nothing of the request and walk over to him, not taking the pen out of your mouth or the paper from your hands.

He laughs when you get to him. Grabbing your wrist he pulls you down and tosses your papers on the desk next to him. When you look at him he takes the pen from between your lips. He moved you to sit with your legs on the sides of his.

A giggle left your lips. “Now, Dr.Wells this isn’t a very appropriate position, especially for a boss and his assistant.” You smirked down at him.

“Maybe not,” He says, smirking as well. “But it is very appropriate for a man and his future wife.”

“I don’t know,” You teased. “I’m not convinced.” You smile and lean in to kiss him.

Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.

“I have to finish these papers soon..” You tell him as you move to pull away.

Harrison grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You call his name but he doesn’t look up as he moves his hands up, moving your dress more out of the way for his hands to make contact with your skin. The cold contrast between his hands and your legs causes goosebumps to grow. 

“We can’t do that here!” You whisper and shout in a last hitched protest.

“Mm…��� He hums into your neck. “I’m the boss,” Harrison grins against your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He gravels out.

His hands move softly against your inner thighs. Lightly trailing up till they reach your core.

“So defiant, yet here you are dripping on my hand.” His smile is predatory as he speaks. A pleasant rumble in his chest.

Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”

His fingers move through your folds. The once cold digits now feel burning hot against your most sensitive parts. His teeth graze your neck. You grind lightly against him and he grounds you with his free hand.

God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.

You gasp and pant in his hold. An obsessive look is in his eyes as he pushes your hips into his hand repeatedly. 

“Such a good girl…” He groans into your mouth as he pulls you in.

Your pleads are muffled by his mouth as he swallows all your breath. Lewd noises come from your laps and you're so close. His thumb meets your clit and if the little white dots you saw were real you’d think you were in heaven.

“Beg me.” He demands. “Be good and beg me to let you cum.”

And you do. “Please, daddy… Please, please, please!”

Even when trying to keep your voice down you couldn’t keep yourself from shouting. He urges you with his fingers moving impossibly quicker. 

Your orgasm crashes down with the sound of your moaning screams being muffled by his neck as you bury your head there.

Despite how exhausted you are you continue to grind against his hand even though he no longer moved his fingers. You leave bites and marks on his neck now as you desperately try to taste every inch on the exposed skin.

He laughs lightly at you. “So pitiful…” Harrison insults.

He pushes your hips back and you move away. Breathily you hover back for a second as he takes himself out of his slacks.

“Come here, princess.” He holds himself in one hand and guides you back forward with his other.

Your nose to nose as he sinks you down onto him. Your breath dies in your throat. You try stopping halfway through bottoming out. Trying to give yourself time to adjust, but he grabs your hips more aggressively.

“Don’t think about slowing down yet little puppet.” He practically growls. 

He pushes you further until you're seated completely on his cock. You can feel everything deep within you and you can't help but squeeze against him.

Every groove and curve pulls a different part of pleasure from you. Your face is buried in his chest and you know he’s only granting you a moment of reprieve. The man has more stamina than a bull, you have no idea how.

He tsks at you and pulls your hair causing your head to go back with it. He holds you there as guides you to move.

“You can do better than this, princess…” He says lowly and all you can think is how he sounds dangerous and so goddamn hot.

Harrison pulls your hair roughly and growls before letting go and grabbing your waist with both hands. The man practically uses you as a toy bouncing you on his dick.

Arousal flows from your cunt and drips down your legs and stains his pants. The pleasure is so intense you feel useless, but you still try to meet his mechanics with thrusts of your own. One of his hands grips your ass and holds it so tightly you know you’ll bruise.

“Cum for me, puppet.” Harrison tells you roughly.

His hand moves down one keeping your thrusting on him and the other teases your clit. Your body shakes with pleasure and exhaustion as you come undone on him.

You squeeze him tightly keeping his cock trapped inside you as you cum. You feel the hot liquid burn you as he comes undone as well. Your moans stay in tune with his own quieter noises. You can feel him in you still. His dick barely even softened from the actions.

Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.

You feel like you can’t see straight. Your lungs burn. His lips are still on your body scorching you with his touch.

He grins like a predator. “You don’t think we’re done yet do you, princess?”

[littlelambscandyland]

His Baby

Yandere!CG!Eobard Thawne(Harrison Wells) x Little!GN!Reader

Warnings-Forced Age Regression, Kidnapping, Drugging, Slightly Delusional Eobard, Honorifics (Daddy)

Prompt- “Of course you’re poisoned/drugged, I’m the one who gave it to you.”

Prompt- “I’m/We’re hurting you for your own good.”

He was glad his plan worked so well. Pleased with the almost immediate gratification that he received. There was no need to continue watching you when he knew he could just take you home. Wrap you up and never let go.

Eobard originally thought about killing you. Planning on stripping the person responsible for such odd feelings as quickly as he could, but the second he pictured it, the second he imagined you hurt, dead, he knew he never could. It was so odd for him. To experience such strong feelings that weren't negative. To feel so incredibly protective and controlling over another being. It was even more confusing when he realized these feelings were more Fatherly than anything else.

He noticed you stumble through life. Watched you grow and yet through these couple of months he couldn't see you as anything other than a helpless child. Which obviously you were. If you weren't a child then how come you were basically crawling at his feet? Why did you look at him like a kicked puppy? Why couldn't you handle things the way the others could?

You were just a baby and you needed your daddy to show you the right way. You needed him to take care of you. You needed him to love you like you always deserved to be loved. You needed him.

It was non-negotiable. You were going to come with him and live the happy pampered life his precious little one deserved.

You'd trotted in telling him you felt sick. That you think someone might've drugged you. Eobard kept quiet till you fell to the floor.

You looked pitiful sitting there on the tile floor in front of him. Eobard couldn't resist staring. So pitiful and so incredibly cute. His baby, all confused with tears in their eyes threatening to spill out.

“Of course you were drugged, I’m the one who gave it to you.” He says as if it was obvious. He stands from the chair and walks towards you. "Don't you want the pain to go away?" His asks with a voice unusually soft for the situation.

It was confusing. Not only with your head ringing and the numbness in your legs. Sitting on the floor while the man you thought was paralyzed crouched in front of you. You thought you would find help stumbling into the cortex, but instead you stumbled into some sick trap you couldn't understand.

A part of your brain told you to trust him. The part of your brain who'd always looked up to him more than you had anyone before. Another part of your brain reminded you of what you're seeing, what he said. The part of your brain that knew you were in danger.

Your head and eyes were filled with desperation. You watch with tight breaths as he reaches for you.

"I know it's confusing," Harrison tells you once he's standing with you in his arms. "But in time you'll understand."

"You're hurting me..." You choke out hoping the man would have pity. Whatever he gave you made your head hurt. Made your chest feel light.

His lips meet your forehead and he leaves a kiss there. "I'm hurting you for your own good."

You swear these drugs had to be good, because the next second you're met with a pastel room. Your head spun so quickly and if you had eaten earlier today you're sure you would be puking right now.

Harrison sat you on something soft, walked around the room you couldn't seem to grasp the concept for yet, and came back to you just as quickly.

He taps your arms and you look at him confused. The smile he gave back is blurry in your eyes, but why was he smiling. What is he going to do?

"I have to change your clothes, Honey..." Harrison's voice was filled with... Affection?

What's wrong with your clothes? Did they rip? Are they dirty? Wait, why does it matter? Didn't he just kidnap you?

Harrison didn't seem to mind your inner turmoil. He lifts your arms over your head. He strips you of everything before he redresses you.

You don't have any energy left to question or fight him. You lay patiently as he buttons up whatever the hell this thing he's putting you in is called.

You let him slip something soft into your mouth and you suck on the sweet tip. You can feel your heart racing.

Harrison turns down the lights.

The light colors still contrasted with the dark sky through the window. Eobard held you close as he felt your heart racing in your chest. Perhaps he should've given you a higher dose. His poor baby, all wrapped in his arms, yet still petrified. He knows it was him you were afraid of, but maybe if he deludes himself enough he can pretend he wasn't the one to scare your little heart right out of your chest.

He knew he couldn't do much with you. Not tonight. Tonight he just needed to get you home and get you to bed. He was slightly surprised you'd taken the pacifier so sweetly, then again why wouldn't you? This little interaction only proves how right he was. You were his baby and deep inside you knew that.

In the morning he'll detail the rules and explain things to you. Tomorrow will mark the start of your new life in his care. Tonight, however, he would hold his little angel close to his chest and let you sleep off those nasty shots.

"Sleep well, little one." Eobard tells you with a kiss to your head as your eyes flutter closed.

[gilverrwrites]

I could love you

Eobard Thawne/Reader, 6K words (+a little Barry Allen/Reader) Warnings: NON/EXTREMELY-DUBIOUS CONSENT | home intrusion | arguing | violence | lying | rough sex | rough breast/nipple play | teasing | exhibitionism | unprotected sex | breeding kink | just a tiny hint of asphyxiation | DEAD-DOVE: DO NOT EAT - As per, I'm being way to cautious with the warnings. A/N: Nobody asked for this, I basically just wrote it for my thirsty self. Mostly based on the animated films (paradox and hell to pay). No further explanation, he's just hot ok.

A lot had happened today that you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t expected to buy a whole new dress, a pretty, glittery one with strappy shoulders and a moderately low neckline, but you’d really hit it off with this guy from Tinder, and you kinda wanted to impress him. You’d been looking forward to it all week, which is why you hadn’t expected it when he ghosted you, standing you up and blocking all your socials. What an ass.

You also hadn’t expected to bump into your co-worker Barry Allen at the restaurant. He’d insisted on joining you. Despite your initial objections, you’d had a really nice time, in a strictly platonic way of course. You had no romantic interest in Barry, but he sure was easy to spend time with, his nerdy nature, and affinity for bad jokes had genuinely lifted your spirits. At the end of the night, he’d walked you home, thanking you for letting him crash your pity party. He said he rarely got to sit down to properly enjoy a meal and good company. You can believe it; you've never met another man who's somehow always rushing, yet somehow still perpetually late for everything. In turn, you’d thanked him for saving you from the embarrassment of eating alone and taking your mind off the sting of rejection before giving him a goodnight kiss on the cheek and heading inside. Which is where the biggest surprise was waiting for you.

By the door, you instantly hang up your bag and kick off the new shoes that had been grating your toes all evening before negating your way to the kitchen to store your doggy bag, using nothing but the low light that seeps through your windows, not bothering with the big lights. When you turn to head for the bedroom, you’re not expecting to find the ominous, yellow blurred silhouette of a man in your doorway or it’s two red, glowing eyes that pierce through darkness.

“Did you enjoy your date?” His voice billows through the room, bouncing off the tiled walls and echoing in your ears. It’s almost comical, this formidable, inordinate, spirit-like intruder, standing in the darkness, quizzing you about love life. You’d laugh if you weren’t scared stiff.

“Date?” You eventually question, voice meek as you attempt to tiptoe back from him, but before you can finish a single step, he crosses half of the distance between you, moving at impossible speed and that’s when it clicks, who he is. Professor Zoom, The Reverse-Flash, The Man in yellow. The media had many names for him, but nobody knew his true identity. What you can’t figure out, however, is why he’s here, and why he cares about your ‘date’.

“Yes.” As he speaks, his shape begins to take form, sharpening into something more human. The leather-like fabric of his suit clings to a powerful frame. The red of his eyes grows even more sinister once you catch sight of his black scleras. He smiles at you, rather unsettlingly with full lips. “Did you have a nice time with Barry Allen? Did he charm you with his stupid sweater and outdated jokes?”

“What? He did- we-” He takes a step closer, and you avert your eyes from his uncomfortable gaze, rapidly searching for a weapon, or an escape route, but really, what can you do? What could you grab, where could you go that he wouldn’t get to first? You’re caught in a trap, and he knows it, that’s why he’s taking his sweet time, languidly, confidently treading closer, watching you sweat. Though you feel utterly ridiculous explaining this to him, you do your best to answer his questions. “It was nice, but it wasn’t a date!”

“No?” His tone oozes amusement. He chuckles, it comes deep from his chest. If you weren’t scared witless, it might have been a compelling sound, but he’s close enough to touch you now, and you shake as he reaches a hand out, taking the skirt of your dress between his thumb and fingers to play with the fabric. Those unnerving eyes tracing over your body, following the curve of your hips, the dip in your cleavage. “You dress like this for all of your non-dates?”

In an impulsive burst of anger you make to slap his hand away but he beats you to it, letting go and leaning back against the nearest counter long before you reach him.

“Do you love him?” He asks point blank, and the absurdity of it strikes you.

“No!” You answer without hesitation. It’s the truth, and hopefully what he wants to hear. “What are you even- “

“I don’t believe you.” He interrupts with the shake of his head.

“I don’t care if you believe me, it’s none of your business but it’s the truth! He’s just a co-worker.” You plead but he doesn’t appear to be listening. Instead, he’s nosing through your cupboards like he owns them, leisurely poking around until he finds a mug. In the blink of an eye your kettle is boiling, and a herbal teabag sits waiting at the bottom of the cup. How long does he plan on being here? “Why do you even care? What do you want?”

He doesn’t answer, so you continue to attest, each of your statements met with a ‘tsk’ or the shaking of his head. You go round and round in circles, Zoom apparently content to drag this out as long as it remains entertaining for him, knowing that you know, there’s nothing you can do to be rid of him until he’s good and ready.

“Credit where it's due though, Bar.” He finally turns to you once more, eyes roaming your frame again between sips of what must be scalding hot tea. “He has good taste.”

The compliment, while peculiarly gratifying, does nothing to soothe your anger and fear. It’s becoming more and more clear to you that whatever he’s here to do, this is about Barry. You’re just caught in the crossfire. There’s no way for you to win, but you shoot another, pointless shot anyway. “I don’t love him, I swear.”

“Maybe not yet. But you will.” His self-assurance continues to intimidate you. You know it’s useless but when he steps toward you again, you step back, all but cowering as he seethes.

“Unless I stop it from happening. You can’t give your heart to Barry Allen.” He states, and before you can even process his assertion, you’re overcome with debilitating pain. Intensely sharp, and arching, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, all emanating from your chest. Looking down you see his arm, yellow and blurred, buried in your torso, literally clutching your heart in his hand. “Not if I take it first.”

This is the part where you beg for your life, but you’re too overcome with panic and pain to utter more than a quiet and shaky. “Please.”

His body is moving at such a fast pace that it’s near impossible to make out his features, but you could swear he’s smiling as he watches you panting in pain, trying your best not to move a single muscle for fear of what it will do to your body. Smiling at the quiver of your lip, at your fear-stricken expression, at the glassiness of your eyes as they begin to well with tears.

You do well not to flinch as he leans in closer, but he must feel the way your heartbeat quickens between his fingers. You don’t even wince when you feel the strange, wet tingle of his tongue rolling up your skin, soaking up the salty taste of a stray tear that had trickled down your cheek.

“Please.” You try once more. Taking his aberrant actions as a sign that maybe there is a slither of hope, that you could still find a way out of death. “I don’t- I could never love him.”

Steady and deliberate, you lift your arms attempting to touch him, to lay your hands on his shoulders but they phase right through, and result in a bitter laugh.

“I could love you thought!” Hurriedly you take a stab in the dark, internally praying your false declaration might appeal to him. Might convince him to prevent your supposedly inevitable love for Barry by becoming the object of your affections instead. “He means nothing to me, but you could mean something.”

The moment his arm leaves your insides, you heave a loud, excessive sigh of relief, your whole body falling slack even as he grabs you, bunching up the cleavage of your dress and using it to pull you flush against his broad chest.

“Could you now? You don’t even know me.” He doesn’t seem at all convinced, but the fact that he’s asking bodes well for you. It bids you time if nothing else. His breath is hot and sweet against your face, and he watches you intensely as you try again to touch him. This time you succeed, nodding your affirmation as you graze your fingers along the black and red emblem between his pecks before resting them on his shoulders with deliberate casualness. “Why would you fall for someone like me?”

“Because… you’re better than him.” He’d insulted Barry before. Sure, Barry is nice, but you don’t care enough about your co-worker to defend his honour when your life is on the line. Maybe if you can appeal to Zoom’s ego by putting Barry down you can survive this encounter. You must be onto something because he hums his approval, tilting his head to the side until your knuckles brush his bristled cheek. “You’re smarter, stronger…”

“Faster?” He chimes in, a smug smile on his lips.

“Yes, of course you’re faster.” You agree, stretching up to nuzzle your nose into his neck. “I could love you so much.”  

Though you’re certain he could have stripped you naked in an instant, he chooses instead to thread a finger under the strap of your dress, slowly trailing it from your shoulder. His brows are hidden behind his hood but the look in his dark red eyes is evident; hungry and expectant. “Okay, I’ll bite. Prove it.”  

You hadn’t expected to get this far, but you comply with his veiled demand, leaning back to finish the job. Tentatively, you pull down the other sleeve, shimmying your dress down until it falls to the floor and pools at your feet, leaving you exposed to The Reverse-Flash in nothing but the matching underwear you’d picked out this morning. You’d been hoping to get laid, but you’d never expected it would happen like this. 

He must like what he sees, because the haughty expression on what you can see of his face falters to a softer, more genuine one. His black and crimson eyes widening as he takes you in.

“Did you wear those for Barry?” You’re sure from his tone and the quirk of his lip that he’s teasing, but his face is hidden enough to cast doubt, and you don’t want to get stuck in a loop again, so you don’t answer.

“Will you- ?” You gesture to him hesitantly, unsure if you should even ask. He seems taken aback by your request at first, eyes narrowing as he watches you but to your surprise, he complies, pulling his cowl back to reveal a face you don’t recognise. You hadn’t really expected to know him, you can’t imagine ever interacting with anyone like him in your day-to-day life. He is, however, far more attractive than you’d expected, with a strong jaw and nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark brows, and striking pale blond hair. “You’re certainly better looking than him.”

“I know.” He doesn’t seem boastful, but before you can stew on it the clasp of your bra falls lax, and you automatically catch it by grasping your breasts. Zoom is watching you keenly, brows raised. “Your turn.”

“Kiss me first.” You push, he’d already given you what you’d asked for once, you’re curious to see how much more he’ll give you.

“Aren't you needy?” You catch the playful role of his eyes before he puts his lip on you, and he’s not shy about it, immediately snaring your lips in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. He kisses you with an intensity you haven’t experienced before. Your teeth scratching his tongue as he greedily tastes you, overwhelming you with his sweet taste, with the pressing of his tongue on yours and the feel of his domineering fingers on the back of your head, holding you in place.

It's like he’s consuming you. In the throes, you lose yourself, letting your bra drop before returning his embrace, moulding yourself into his torse and wrapping your arms around him. The sudden pinch of his fingers on your nipple takes you by surprise, and he rumbles appreciatively when you gasp into his mouth.

His second hand releases your head in favour of kneading your other tit, and once more he does it at such a pace that you suck in another breath, pulling back to watch as he massages your chest with unrelenting but pleasingly pressure. You chance a glance up at him and catch him watching, entranced at the way they move and ripple at his punishing touch. Selfishly, you catch his mouth again, and he lets you, closing his eyes as he enjoys your lips once more.

But the moment is short, not done playing, he grips both of your nipples at once, pulling them harshly and swallowing your pained moans, ignoring how your fingers dig into his arms until he’s satisfied.     

“Do you love that?” He asks mockingly, but his tone is low and breathy. Your eyes travel down his body, finding a noticeable tent in his suit.

“Yes.” You answer. Love might be a strong word, but it certainly made your clit throb, and you’ve already been throwing it around tonight.

“What about this?” He punctuates his question by slapping your tit, hard. The sound reverberates around the room, making your ears sting half as much as your breast. It hurts like hell but in a way that makes the rest of your body feel flushed and excited. “Huh?”

He follows it up with another hit to the other side, alternating until your back is against the kitchen counter and your cries of ‘Yes! Yes, I love it!’ sounds more like begging than praise.

When he ceases his assault, you’re abruptly overcome with dizziness. You feel light-headed and weak, and the sensation is heightened by the feel of his mouth on your skin once more. Roughly he kisses and bites at your throat, his hands forcefully grabbing at the softest parts of you. When you start to come too you realise the cause of your unexpected vertigo. With his speed he’d lifted you off your feet, stripping you of your panties and placing you at the counter where you’d be eye-to-eye level with him were he not dragging his teeth along your stomach.

Eager to appear valuable, you thread your fingers in his hair, urging him back up to kiss you again, and allowing you access to run your hand down his stomach until you’re palming the hard bulge at his crotch. He ruts against you, his chilling eyes rolling back before closing. You’re not sure how to free him, but that doesn’t stop you fumbling, looking for a clasp or a zip, anything, but the moment comes to a standstill when you both hear your phone ringing in the other room. It only distracts you for a second before you continue with the job at hand. You assume he won’t allow you to talk to anyone, to send some kind of distress message but you’re proven wrong when he holds the screen to your face.

It's Barry.

“Answer it. Put it on speaker.” Zoom tells you.

Cautiously you take the phone from him, unsure how to proceed. “But- “

“Answer it.” He repeats, prying your other hand from his clothed cock and forcing it to your chest. “You can tell him all about how you’re falling in love with somebody else another time. Just act like everything is normal.”

Still cautious, you bite your lip as you press the answer button, fingers shaking as you fiddle to put him on speaker and finally say; “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me!” He sounds chipper, like himself. Completely unsuspicious. Why wouldn’t he be? “Sorry for the late call.”

“It’s okay. I- It’s okay…” You trail off as you watch Zoom. He’s observing your every move, but his hands are between your thighs, squeezing them as he guides them apart.

“It’s just that I texted you when I got home but didn’t hear back. So, just checking in.”

“Oh, sorry. I gOTT…” Any normality in your voice is lost when Zoom pushes a finger between your slit. “Distracted.”  

You laugh awkwardly, unsure what excuse to use, and Barry good-naturedly laughs back, unaware that Professor Zoom is now pushing a second digit between your lips, grinning like a fucking manic as he moistens them with your slick and begins gliding them over your sensitive clit. How will you ever look Barry in the eyes again?

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but I’m fine, I’m all goOOOD.” You can’t handle this. To alleviate the pressure, both mental and physical, you sit back as best you can, putting distance between you and Zoom, but it doesn’t slow him. If anything, it motivates him more.

“Are you sure? No offence but you sound a little off.” Barry couldn’t offend a- something. You can’t even finish the metaphor, because as he asks, Zoom picks up his pace, far past anything non-meta-humanly possible. His fingers act like a vibrator.

“Yes! Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah. I’m totally fine.” You blag, legs shaking as you try to temper the tension growing in your centre. Zoom’s chest shakes, not from speed, but from containing his laughter. “I’m just sooooooo tired.”

“Yeah, it is late.” Barry agrees, but he still sounds sceptical. “Listen, I won’t keep you but there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

Now? Did it have to be now? Just when you thought Zoom couldn’t possibly make you feel any better, he changes things up, keeping you on your curled toes by sinking his two fingers into your tight walls. Your body puts up no resistance, greedily sucking him in, convulsing around him when he presses his thumb firmly onto your clit.

You close your eyes, intoxicated by the rush of being filled and touched by his euphoria-educing hands until he pulls back and swats your clit, bringing you back to the now. He greets you with a scowl when you open your eyes, nodding his head toward your phone where Barry is calling your name. 

“Are you still there?”

“Yes. Sorry!” You answer quickly, before you lose your bearings again. “I’m half-asleep. Can we talk at work?”

“I’d really rather do it now, I’ll make it fast.” He laughs like he made a joke, and you don’t get it.

You don’t care to get it. All you care about is whether the shoe is going to drop, and if it will happen before Zoom makes you cum all over the countertops. He reinserts his fingers inside you, but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you’ve no idea how deep he is at any given time. They seem to be everywhere and nowhere all at once.

When it becomes evident, you’re not going to reply, Barry continues. “That guy who stood you up today was a total jerk. Whoever he is, he doesn’t deserve you.”

You’re too focused on keeping a moan trapped in your throat to even think about the vindication of Barry confirming that your date tonight was not with him.

“And I had such a good time with you.” He stops speaking, a natural opening for you to say something.

Zoom had said to act normal, so you sputter the first thing that comes to mind. “I had a good time too, Barry.” Although, you’re not convinced you sound entirely lucid as you force the words out between gritted teeth.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” God, will this phone call ever end?! “Are you sick? I thought your food looked a bit off. Do you need me to come over?”

“Yes, no. I’m fine, go on.” You urge. Already you’re impatient to hang up, but your intolerance multiplies tenfold when Zoom’s garish yellow suit disappears before your eyes. Unveiling his muscular body. Instantly your eyes are drawn to the dark blond hair on his chest, and you follow its trail down his stomach, your jaw falling slack when you eye his erection.

“Okay...” Barry still sounds dubious, but he carries on, nonetheless. “What I’m getting at is that I’d like to have dinner with you again.”

Zoom offers you reprieve, and though you’re grateful, you can’t help the anguished grunt that escapes your lips when he retracts his fingers from your needy cunt.

“Or not.” You’re only half paying attention to Barry, fixated on the way Zoom runs his length between your pussy lips as he had done with his fingers. Gliding the tip up and down, teasing your clit and entrance in turn. But having experienced what Barry is going though only hours earlier, you sense the burn of rejection in his quip.

“No. No, Barry, that was. I- I stubbed my toe.” You hurriedly tell him, practically shouting, too worked up to control your vocal cords. It’s like you’re being pulled in two different directions. “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Yeah, but on purpose. You know?” You don’t know, in that second you only know the delicious, bittersweet ache of Zoom’s cock as he gradually begins fucking into you, stretching you out no more than half an inch at a time before purposely pulling back out, making sure you feel every inch of him over and over as you keep tripping over your tongue down the phone. “Like as a date.”

Simultaneously, you both stop. Zoom watches you blankly as you begin to panic, all the fervid heat in your guts freezing over as you grasp at the frazzled straws in your brain for an answer that won’t get you killed. No? Right? The answer is ‘no’.

“Oh, Barry. I don-“ You pause when Zoom shakes his head frantically at you. You’ve never been more confused in your life, but when he starts to mouth the word ‘yes’ at you, you repeat it. “Yes. I mean yes. Yes, let’s do that.”

“Yes?” Barry repeats.

“Y-ES.” You confirm, just as Zoom returns to burying himself inside your folds, abandoning his shallow, teasing thrusts, in favourite of plunging into you completely. You feel as though you’re being split open. Heedlessly, you wail down the phone and arch your back up into his waiting arms. You don’t know if Barry is taken aback by your enthusiasm or if he simply didn’t hear you for some reason, but he says nothing, so you hastily try to excuse yourself, voice breathy and jittery as Zoom begins to rock in and out of your tight pussy. “Really excited, b-but I really sh-OULD go.”

“Okay, okay, yeah, I’ve kept you long enough. We’ll sort the details out at work?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rush along. “We’ll talk then, bye-bye, goodnight.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, dropping your phone on the worktop and throwing your arms around Zoom. You have questions, but not one of them matters to you right now. You’re just starting to find a rhythm, supporting your weight on his sweeping shoulders so you can grind in time with him when you’re overcome with light-headedness again.

One second, you’re in his arms, and the next you’re half-laying on something soft and blinded by light.

“Look.” He commands, and you squeal when he slaps your stomach, but you force your head forward to look down at his hand, blinking until you can make out what’s going on. He’s still standing, pounding into you from above. Your ass is elevated on the arm of the couch, your back bent at an awkward angle that allows your head and shoulders to rest on the cushions. “Do you see that?”

His hand is pushing into your abdomen as he fills you over and over. You’re practically seeing stars, but through squinted eyes you make out what he’s talking about. Every time he bottoms out, your stomach bulges around the crown of his cock. You’d only ever seen this kind of stuff in porn, your head would spin if it wasn’t already.

“You ever been fucked this deep before, hon?” Zoom asks, sarcastically emphasising the pet name.

“No.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you push out a strained moan before you repeat yourself at what is probably too high a volume. “No, never ever. Only you.”

“You love that?” He’s goading, but all it does is rile you up even more.

“Yes, Zz-Zoom!” You answer. He scoffs. Once again, he moves your body before you notice, hiking you further up the arm and when you feel him rut into again, you have to grab a pillow, have to let out some of the frantic energy that’s thrumming through your body. It hurts, but you love it.

“Eobard. My name is Eobard.” He tells you, far too coherently when compared to yourself. You barely register that it’s because of his superhuman abilities.

It just doesn’t feel fair that he has this power over you. To make you wither and scream, to make you feel so fucking feral with so little effort on his part. You don’t say that. You don’t even take the time to sound out his peculiar name, almost immediately murmuring it amongst a slew of desperate whimpers. “Eobard. I love it. I love it. I’m so close.”

“Not yet.” He instructs, and you dig your nails into the pillow that much harder, determined to please him. Your grip grows painful as he leans over you, his hand travelling down your chest until it cups one of your still sore tits and his face is as close to you as it can be in this position. “Look into my eyes.”

You can barely keep your lids open, but you do it as best you can. His red iris’ suddenly don’t seem so scary. Piercing, yes, but captivatingly so. You say as much, under your breath and to his great amusement. “Y-you have such striking eyes.”

Though he gets a good chuckle out of your sex-fuelled infatuation, he doesn’t dwell on it. “Do you love me?”

Do you love him? Not ‘could you love him?’ Do you love him?

No. You’re not a fool. A good fuck doesn’t equal love. You’re only fucking him in the first place to save your life, but you can’t say that. The question should instil you with fear, the same, if not more so than when you’d first discovered him lurking in your home. You certainly don’t feel safe, but fear doesn’t grip you in that moment.

“Yes.” You lie. And once the word leaves your lips, you feel your walls begin to tremble around him. Or maybe he’s trembling, moving so fast inside your drenched cunt that the climax you’ve been fighting pushes back at you, slowly trying to seep through your body. It’s impossible to tell. It takes all your willpower to hold on, and you focus your energy on insincerely professing your love to him. “I love you. I l-l-love you, Eobard.”

“Do you think Barry could fuck you this good?” He presses, sharp smile on his plump lips, knowing full well what you’ll say.

“No, no never. Only you.” You abandon the pillow, stringing your fingers in his hair so hard that he swears aloud. You’re not too far gone to not enjoy finally seeing him weak for a second, but you don’t stop appeasing him. “B-Barry could never. No Barry. Just you. I only want you.”

“I love to hear it.” His smugness only encourages you.

You nearly let loose when he moves you again, shifting you so that you’re sitting upright on the arm. You’re too faint to support yourself, so he holds you close, one hand on your waist the other on your shoulder blade, his face nestled in the crook of your neck, but you don’t have to hold back for long.

“You can cum now. Do it, cum all over my cock darlin’. Let it all out.” You do just that. Body trembling, vision blurred, fists clenched as he fucks you through it. You swear he picks up his pace, if as much is even possible given the already excessive amount of speed he’s exerting to make you lose your damn mind.

 “I love you.” You coo one more time, when you grow completely limp. Having ridden out your orgasm, his frenzied thrusting suddenly becomes painful, but not unpleasant. It wouldn’t take much at all to drive you over the edge again.

When Eobard registers your calmness, he slows. The tempo must feel relaxed to him, but to you and anybody else, he keeps hammering into you at a relatively fast pace as he loosens his hold on you, putting enough space between your forms to allow him space to lean down and kiss you. Not caste, but soft. He peppers your dazed face almost sweetly, and though he hadn’t told you at any point that he loved you, you could almost believe him if he did.

The moment doesn’t last long however, it ends when he releases you all together. You fall back onto the couch unceremoniously, and with a near-comical thud.

“My turn.” He grins. You don’t feel him pulling out of you, but you feel the force of him slamming back in, this time from an entirely different angle. With the arm no longer between you, he mounts one foot on the couch, posing your legs precariously over his.

He’s barely even fucking you at this point. More, so, fucking himself with your body, and though it feels good, good enough to lose yourself to him a second time, the fall offered you enough of a grace period that something clicks in your brain as you watch his thick cock repeatedly disappear inside your pussy.

“You-you’re not wearing protection!” You can’t see yourself, but you imagine you must look like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide, frozen but for Eobard rocking. The sound of your bare skin slapping together suddenly seems much louder.

“What’s the matter?” He quirks his head to the side, not a care in the world for what you just said. “Don’t you wanna start a family with the man you love?”

The question short-circuits your brain. No. But yes. You do not, but you’ve been telling him whatever he wants to hear all night.

“C’mon, honey, say it.” He urges, upping the ante, and your turmoil by pressing a rapidly shaking finger to your clit. Pumping harder when your eyes go soft and glassy once more. “Go on, you’ve come this far. Beg me to put a baby in you.”

Already you’re close, too close, but you can’t find it in you to give him what he wants this time. His legs feel solid and meaty under your hands as you reach for them, slapping his shins as though you��re trying to tap out, but he doesn’t let up. Despite your reluctance, you’re whimpering so softly for him, reluctantly enjoying the infinite waves of hot tenderness that blooms in your cunt with every brush of his finger and snap of his hips.

“C’mon, c’mon, I’m almost there. You can do it.” He coaxes, and his tone is so much softer than it had been all night that it almost gives you a new form of whiplash. “Just say ‘Please Eobard, fill me up. Please make me pregnant.’ And we can both cum.”

“P-please.” You can’t believe you’re doing it, but as soon as the first word leaves your mouth, he increases the pulse on your clit. The instant gratification motivates you to carry one. “Please Eobard, fill me with your cum, I want it.”

You know you’re not saying the right words, but you don’t care, your brain is too fried to recall them.

“Good girl, you’ve got it.” Eobard praises. “Keep it up.”

“I wa-want to have your baby, please. Please cum inside me.”

“Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.” He pulls out, just enough for you to catch sight of the gooey, white cum spilling from his tip. A glob of it spills down your folds, and he rubs its warmth into your clit as he pushes his length back in. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, you’ll still be leaking on your date.”

You understand his words, but you have nothing to say. Couldn’t if you wanted to. The combination of his cock driving into you, and his fingers working your swollen bud has you blissed out. Your body is overcome with ecstasy once more, cunt milking his load for every drop as he finishes inside of you.   

The remorse of your actions doesn’t settle until he pulls out, causing his now quickly cooling cum to dribble out of your folds, running down your upturned stomach until you muster the energy to lay flat. Eobard isn’t stood beside you anymore, and your eyes search for him.

He wasn’t there a second ago, but upon your third pan of the room, you find him sitting in your armchair, sipping a glass of water. Of all the things he could have been doing right now, that wasn’t what you’d expected. You’re not convinced he won’t still kill you, but he points to a second glass on your coffee table and the doggy bag you’d brought home. You eye them wearily.

“Eat up.” He instructs. “You’re going to need your energy.”

You are hungry, but his actions still strike you as strange. When you sit up, more cum leaks from your gaping pussy, and it sends a chill up your spine. When you look at Eobard again, he’s smiling, enjoying your discomfort, maybe? Whatever the reason, he looks devastatingly good. The post-nut clarity has done nothing to cleanse your attraction to him. 

“What’s your plan?” You ask before sipping your drink. You just want to know where you stand now. Does he really expect you to date Barry? After he’d been so aggrieved by the very notion? Is he going to use you to get close to him? Or did he still plan to eradicate you long before Barry's plans come to fruition?

“My plan?” He repeats, feigning offence. “Aren’t we in love?”

It’s your turn to ask. “Do you love me?”

He laughs at your question, turning his head and rubbing his neck. No. Obviously,

“I could love you.” The closeness of his voice makes you jump. He’s moved in the blink of an eye, now sitting beside you, draping an arm across your shoulder and directing your fatigued, still naked form to rest on him. “I could fuck the woman I love in every room of her home, on every surface. I would touch every inch of her body, inside and out. In places she didn’t know could be touched. I could take every hole, till she’s bursting at the seams with my cum.”

You haven’t touched your food. How could you? Not when you’re strung up in him, hanging on his every word. So, he does it for you, ripping into the container, stabbing a cold piece of veg with the wooden takeaway fork and bringing it to your mouth. You don’t want to eat, but you do it anyway, letting him spoon-feed you until all the scraps are gone.

“Why?” You ask when he’s done. A lot of whys run through your mind, but just one answer would satiate you for the time being.

“Because…” He pauses. When you look up at him, he stares back roguishly. He’d stopped on purpose so that you were angled just right for him to kiss you. You melt into him as soon as his lips meet yours, not even shying away when his fingers possessively curl around your neck. Squeezing, not hard enough to affect your breathing, but enough to remind you that he could. When he pulls back, his eyes are half-lidded, and lust-riddled as he whispers. “I’m not just going to take your heart before Barry can. I’m going to take everything.”

Hey you! You deserve the world!

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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, explicit, pinned to the wall, from behind, rough.

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨—𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯��𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

Masterlist

You really needed to stop staring at him.

But how could you, when he kept doing that?

Harrison Wells—or rather, Eobard Thawne, hidden behind that brilliant, calculating façade—sat behind his desk, his electric wheelchair angled slightly as if to put the room beneath his command. His brow furrowed, eyes distant, lips set in that maddening way they always did when he was spinning the web of his next scheme.

And then it happened again.

His hand rose almost absent-mindedly, fingers brushing his lower lip. It was the lightest, most fleeting touch—a thoughtless gesture, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. But you were. Oh, you were.

It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him in this unconscious habit. It wasn’t even the second or third time. And yet, every single time, it hit you like a lightning bolt, leaving you breathless, warm, and thoroughly annoyed with yourself.

How could something so simple, so innocent, feel like it had been designed to unravel you?

"Y/N?"

Barry’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You blinked, heat creeping up your neck as you realized you’d been zoning out again—your eyes locked on Harrison like he was the only thing in the room.

“Huh?” you replied, feigning innocence, but Barry’s expression told you he wasn’t buying it. His gaze flicked from you to Harrison and then back again, one eyebrow raised in silent suspicion.

“Are you okay? You’ve been staring at him for like… a while.”

“I have not,” you said quickly, too quickly.

Barry’s mouth twitched, and the corner of his lips curled upward. “You totally were—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, your voice a little too loud. Heat flared in your cheeks, and you quickly turned away, suddenly very interested in the files on your desk. “Just thinking. About… stuff.”

Barry squinted at you, not even pretending to believe your excuse. But, mercifully, he didn’t press further, muttering something under his breath about people being “weird today.”

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Your concentration was shot. Not that it had been much better before Barry interrupted.

You could feel Harrison’s presence like a gravitational pull, your eyes sneaking back to him before you could stop yourself. And there he was again—still deep in thought, still playing absent-mindedly with his lip as though it wasn’t driving you insane.

Your hand clenched into a fist beneath the desk. This was getting ridiculous.

He had to know. Didn’t he? He was too perceptive, too cunning not to notice the way your gaze lingered, the way your breathing hitched every time he did that. Maybe this was just another way he toyed with people—his intellect and his physicality working in tandem to unravel you piece by piece.

Or maybe it was you. Maybe you were the one reading into things, projecting feelings you shouldn’t have onto moments that probably meant nothing to him at all.

Either way, you couldn’t keep going like this. You had to put an end to it before you lost what was left of your sanity.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stood, the chair scraping back noisily against the floor. Barry glanced at you, startled, but you didn’t give him a chance to say anything. Your focus was locked on Harrison.

“Harrison,” you said, louder than intended, but your voice didn’t waver.

He looked up, surprised. His brow unfurrowed, and for a moment, he regarded you with that piercing gaze that seemed to strip you bare. “Yes?”

Your heart thundered in your chest as you crossed the room in a few determined strides. You didn’t give yourself time to overthink, didn’t let doubt creep in.

You bent down to his level, your face inches from his, and before he could say another word, your lips were on his.

The kiss was sudden and rough, all heat and desperation. For a moment, he froze—shocked, caught off guard. But then his hands were on you, gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until you were practically breathless.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a collision, a meeting of two forces that had been simmering for far too long. His lips moved with a deliberate hunger, and the low sound he made in his throat sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, you were met with the sight of Harrison Wells—no, Eobard Thawne—looking more human than you’d ever seen him. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing uneven, and his eyes… his eyes burned with something primal, something that made your pulse race all over again.

Barry’s strangled voice from the corner of the room broke the moment.

“Uh, what the hell just happened?” he finally managed, looking between the two of you like he’d stumbled into the wrong room entirely.

You let out a small, breathless laugh, your hand still resting lightly on Harrison’s shoulder, his gaze never leaving yours. “Just something I needed to get out of my system,” you said, voice steady despite the whirlwind inside you.

Harrison’s lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile. The kind that made your stomach flip and your knees wobble a little more than you’d like to admit. “Is that so?” he murmured, his tone lower now, almost a purr.

Your fingers brushed his shoulder as you stepped back, creating some much-needed space, though you could feel his presence as though he were still holding you. You shrugged, trying to seem casual despite the blush still creeping up your neck. “It was getting hard to focus,” you said simply, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

Barry groaned, loud and dramatic, throwing his hands in the air. “Oh my god, I’m leaving. You two are ridiculous.” He spun on his heel, muttering something about never being able to unsee this as he stormed out of the room.

Once Barry was gone, the room felt electric, charged with something unspoken. Harrison’s gaze never wavered from yours, his lips still faintly parted, as though tasting the remnants of your kiss.

“You’re bold,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with something darker. He rose from the desk, his towering presence making your breath hitch. “But I wonder… is that all you needed to get out of your system?”

His question was a challenge—a dare. And you weren’t about to back down.

You stepped closer, the heat between you nearly suffocating. “Why? Were you hoping for more?”

A flicker of a smirk danced across his lips. “Always.”

Before you could process his words, he extended a hand toward you, palm open, an invitation you couldn’t refuse. Tentatively, you placed your hand in his, only for him to pull you forward with a suddenness that made you gasp. The motion sent you stumbling onto his lap, a surprised laugh slipping from your lips as you caught yourself against his shoulders.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” you teased, breathless and already feeling the warmth of him against you.

“Me?” His smirk widened as his hands found your waist, steadying you in place like you belonged there. “I’m not the one who started this.”

Before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you again, stealing the words right off your lips. This kiss was deeper, more confident, and it set your pulse racing. His fingers dug into your sides just enough to anchor you as your hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands. The kiss wasn’t just heat—it was hunger, as though he’d been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

When he finally pulled back, leaving you breathless, he didn’t let go. Instead, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mischievous glint. “So,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing, “you’ve been dreaming about my lips, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks burned at the accusation, but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. “Your lips?” you replied, leaning in until your nose brushed his. “I’ve been dreaming about all of you.”

His laugh was soft, a low rumble in his chest that you felt more than heard. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “If you keep saying things like that, I might not let you go.”

“And what makes you think I’d want you to?” you shot back, your confidence emboldened by the way his breath hitched at your words.

The hand on your waist slid higher, tracing the curve of your back as his lips found your neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses that made you arch against him. 

"Okay, that's it," he said, his voice firm with resolve.

Before you could process what he meant, his hand moved to the control of his wheelchair, and in one swift motion, he started driving you both out of the Cortex. Your breath hitched, half from the thrill of not knowing where he was taking you or what he planned to do, and half from the absurdity of the situation. The hum of the motor filled the silence, but your mind raced louder.

You tried, really tried, to stifle your giddy excitement—the thrill of being dragged away by him was intoxicating—but it wasn’t working. The corners of your mouth twitched upward despite your best efforts to keep your composure.

As you rolled down the hallway together, the moment you passed Cisco and Caitlin was the tipping point. Both of them froze mid-step, their eyes going comically wide. Caitlin’s jaw dropped, while Cisco’s face twisted in a mix of disbelief and barely contained amusement. Their reactions were too much to handle, and you burst into laughter, the sound echoing down the corridor.

“Oh my god,” Caitlin whispered, blinking rapidly as if trying to convince herself she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Wait, wait, wait—this is real?” Cisco stammered, pointing between the two of you like he needed a second opinion.

From somewhere in the back of the lab, Barry’s exasperated voice rang out, loud enough to cut through the commotion. “I told you! I told you this was happening, but nooo, you didn’t believe me!”

Your laughter doubled, tears threatening to spill as you caught sight of the sheer disbelief plastered across Cisco and Caitlin’s faces. Harrison didn’t so much as glance their way, his focus resolute as he maneuvered through the hall with you still perched in his lap, a picture of smug determination.

“Where are you taking me?” you finally managed to ask through your laughter, wiping at your eyes.

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable except for the tiniest quirk of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Somewhere we can finish what you started without an audience.”

Your laughter caught in your throat, replaced by a blush that spread across your cheeks like wildfire. Whatever he had in mind, you had a feeling it was going to be unforgettable.

The wheelchair came to an abrupt stop as he reached the door of a small storage room tucked away in the hallway. Before you could question him, Harrison stood up in one swift, confident motion, pulling you up with him. His secret would be safe here.

He kicked the door shut behind you, locking it with a decisive click that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

And then he was on you.

His lips crashed against yours with a fiery intensity, his hands cupping your face as though you might slip away if he didn’t hold you steady. The sheer force of his need left you breathless, and you barely noticed him guiding you backward until your back hit the wall. His body pressed against yours, caging you in with a heat that made your head spin.

“The fact is…” he murmured between fervent kisses, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I’ve been staring too.”

“Oh?” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hands clutched at his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto as his lips moved lower, tracing the curve of your jaw and finding the sensitive skin of your neck.

A soft gasp escaped you as he peppered kisses there, his stubble grazing your skin just enough to drive you wild. “I’m not the only one with a maddening habit,” he teased, his breath warm against your neck, sending shivers through your entire body.

“Is that so?” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the haze clouding your thoughts. Your words mirrored his from earlier, and you could feel his smirk against your skin in response.

His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as his lips returned to yours, leaving no room for doubt in his kiss. It wasn’t just desire—it was control, frustration, and something deeper, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. You melted into him, your fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him closer, your mind reeling at how completely he consumed you.

Harrison’s hands slipped to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward as his lips hovered just a breath away from yours. His movements were deliberate, each touch filled with purpose, as though he was savoring every moment. You lifted your arms, letting him pull the fabric over your head and toss it aside without a second thought.

His lips quirked into a wicked smirk as his fingers brushed over your bare shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Yes,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. “The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking… like you don’t realize how distracting it is.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slid to your waist, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your waistband. “I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“Oh, I notice,” he said, his voice a dark promise. He traced his fingers along the curve of your hips, his touch light but possessive. “Just like I notice the way you play with that strand of hair when you’re nervous. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus when you do that?”

His words sent a thrill through you, your skin heating under his gaze as he reached for the button of your jeans, undoing it with ease. The zipper followed, the sound deafening in the charged silence of the room. He pushed them down slowly, his fingers brushing your thighs as he knelt before you to guide them off.

“And then there’s the way you laugh,” he continued, his voice growing huskier as his eyes trailed up your legs, drinking you in. “It’s like a spark—one that catches and burns until I can’t think about anything else.”

“Harrison…” you breathed, his name barely audible as he rose to his full height again, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him.

“And don’t get me started,” he murmured, his lips brushing the hollow of your throat, “on the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. That look is enough to undo me.”

You shivered under his touch, your head falling back against the wall as his lips left a trail of heat down your neck. His hands reached behind you, deftly unclasping your bra and sliding the straps down your arms with agonizing slowness.

His hands lingered at your shoulders after sliding your bra free, his thumbs brushing your bare skin as if testing your reaction. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through you as his lips found the curve of your neck again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that left you breathless.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent heat pooling deep within you. His hands slid down, fingertips ghosting over the curve of your waist before finding your breasts. His palms were warm, firm yet gentle, as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks. The soft gasp that escaped you made him chuckle darkly, his lips curling into a smile against your collarbone.

“You’re so responsive,” he said, almost to himself, his lips traveling lower. He took his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from you as he kissed a slow path down the center of your chest. When his mouth finally closed over one peak, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, a moan slipped past your lips, your hands tangling in his hair to hold him closer.

He teased you relentlessly, alternating between gentle caresses and the scrape of his teeth, while his free hand traced lazy circles along your ribs and abdomen. Each touch felt calculated, deliberate, as though he wanted to drive you to the edge of madness. His lips moved lower, his tongue tracing patterns over your skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

When his hand finally slid down to the waistband of your panties, your breath caught. His fingers toyed with the delicate fabric, skimming the edge in a maddeningly slow tease. His lips were at your hip now, planting kisses just above where you ached for him most.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough, his breath hot against your skin. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your head tilted back against the wall, a soft whimper escaping you. “Harrison, please…”

He smirked against your skin, clearly pleased with the desperation in your voice. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband, brushing over your most sensitive spot in a feather-light touch that made your knees go weak.

“Good,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction as he continued his slow, torturous exploration. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Harrison—or rather, Eobard—continued his slow, deliberate teasing, his touch leaving you trembling with need. But the unfairness of it, the imbalance, made you stir against him, your hands moving to the hem of his tee-shirt.

Eobard continued his relentless teasing, driving you to the brink of madness with each deliberate touch. You clung to him, desperate for more, but the sight of him still fully dressed only amplified your frustration.

“This isn’t fair,” you murmured, breathless as your hands fisted in the fabric of his dark tee shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Then do something about it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, and you tugged it upward, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen and chest. He lifted his arms to help you pull it over his head, and the moment it was discarded to the floor, your hands were on him.

Your palms explored every inch of his exposed skin, tracing the hard planes of his chest, the soft curve of his collarbone, and the ripple of muscles beneath his smooth, warm skin. He shivered beneath your touch, his breath hitching as you ran your fingers down his stomach, teasing the line that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

“You’re so perfect,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. Your lips followed your hands, pressing soft kisses along his neck and down his chest, reveling in the way his body responded to your every touch.

When you reached his waistband, you tugged at the button of his pants, undoing it slowly, savoring the moment. He let out a soft groan, his patience clearly wearing thin, but he didn’t stop you. You slid the zipper down and pushed the fabric over his hips, letting it fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, now left in just his briefs, the sight of him stealing your breath.

You reached out, your hand brushing over the hardness straining against the fabric. He groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as you palmed him, the friction making him tremble beneath your touch.

“You’re testing my limits,” he rasped, his voice rough and heavy with need.

“Good,” you teased, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband and tugging his briefs down. He stood bare before you, and the sheer power and vulnerability in that moment left you aching for him.

But he didn’t let you linger for long. In an instant, he lifted you, pressing your back firmly against the wall. Your panties were gone in a heartbeat, his hands steadying your thighs as he positioned himself at your entrance. He gripped himself, dragging the head of his arousal along your wetness, teasing you in a way that made you moan softly, your head falling back against the wall.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice low and filled with authority.

“Harrison,” you breathed, your body trembling with anticipation as he pressed the tip against you but didn’t push in.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his eyes blazing. “My real name.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze, your breath catching as you whispered the name that felt forbidden yet so right. “Eobard,” you moaned, your voice trembling with desire and surrender.

At that, he thrust into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, burying himself completely. The stretch was perfect, a delicious mix of fullness and fire that left you gasping for air. He groaned, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he held still for a moment, letting you adjust, savoring the way you fit around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your skin before pulling back and driving into you again, each thrust deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, and in that moment, there was nothing else but the two of you.

Eobard’s hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you against the cold, unforgiving wall of the storage room. The contrast of his warmth and the cool surface behind you only heightened the sensations coursing through your body. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second, every reaction he pulled from you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. His breath came hot and ragged against your neck, each exhale brushing over the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down your spine. The sound of your bodies moving together—the wetness, the rhythm of his hips meeting yours—echoed in the small room, mingling with the soft creak of a nearby shelf.

The stretch of him inside you was exquisite, every thrust brushing against a spot that made your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders. You clung to him, your hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each movement. The raw strength in the way he held you, lifting and pinning you so effortlessly, left you breathless.

“Eobard,” you moaned again, his name falling from your lips like a mantra, each syllable laced with desire.

“Say it again,” he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he drove into you harder, his pace quickening. His voice was rough, commanding, yet there was a desperation to it—a need for you to give yourself to him completely.

“Eobard,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall, exposing your neck to him. He took advantage, his lips and tongue trailing down to the hollow of your throat, tasting the salt of your skin. His teeth scraped lightly, and the sharp sensation made you cry out, your walls clenching around him.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure as his hands shifted, one sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak. The other remained at your hip, gripping you tightly to guide your movements, grinding you against him in a way that made you see stars.

The shelves behind him rattled slightly with each thrust, the vibrations sending supplies clattering against each other. A box tipped over and spilled its contents onto the floor, but neither of you cared. The chaos of the room only added to the urgency, the primal need consuming you both.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan, the sound deep and guttural. His hips snapped against yours with more force now, each movement precise and unrelenting. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, the pressure building with each thrust, coiling tight in your core.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low but insistent. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his expression a mix of raw hunger and unspoken emotion that made your breath catch.

The intensity of his gaze paired with the way his body moved against yours sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him as a wave of pleasure crashed through you, your cries echoing in the cramped space. He groaned loudly, his hips faltering for a moment as your release rippled around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice strained as he buried himself deep inside you.

As the waves of your climax began to subside, your body trembled in his arms, your breathing ragged. Eobard held you close for a moment, his hands firm on your thighs, grounding you as you came down from the high. Slowly, he eased out of you, his movements careful, though the smoldering hunger in his eyes told you he wasn’t done.

Before you could steady yourself, he gently set you back onto your feet, his strong hands holding your waist to make sure you didn’t falter. 

“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

You obeyed without hesitation, your legs still weak as you faced away from him. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you forward until you were pressed against a sturdy wooden shelf, its surface cluttered with storage containers and loose tools. The edge of the shelf bit into your thighs as he leaned into you, his breath hot against your ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pressing you down until your chest rested against the shelf.

The position left you exposed, vulnerable, and it sent a thrill coursing through you. His hands moved to your hips, gripping firmly as he positioned himself behind you. You felt the hardness of him brush against your entrance again, teasing, sending a jolt of anticipation through your already-sensitive body.

“Eobard…” you whispered, the sound of his name a soft plea.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding over your hips and lower back in a possessive caress. “You’re impatient,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement, though the tension in his touch betrayed his own urgency.

Without another word, he slid into you again, the angle and depth making you gasp as he filled you completely. He stilled for just a moment, letting you adjust, before pulling back and thrusting into you again. The sound of his body meeting yours echoed in the small room, each movement sending the clutter on the shelf rattling.

His pace was relentless this time, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you back to meet him. The rough wood of the shelf pressed into your skin, but the pleasure overwhelmed everything else, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

“You’re perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he leaned over you, his chest brushing your back. One hand slid up your spine, tangling in your hair, tugging gently to arch your neck back. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, biting lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue.

You moaned his name, the sound broken and raw, and he growled in response, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough and possessive.

“Eobard,” you whimpered, your body tightening around him as he drove you closer to the edge again.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, his pace quickening, his grip on you unrelenting as he chased both of your releases. The sound of your moans, his groans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the air, driving you both higher.

Your hands clutched at the edge of the shelf, desperate for something to hold onto as the pressure built again, your body trembling under his relentless pace. When you finally tumbled over the edge, his name tore from your lips in a cry, your body shaking as your climax consumed you once more.

The way you clenched around him sent him spiraling, his movements becoming erratic as he groaned your name, burying himself deep inside you one last time. His body tensed, his release spilling into you as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, both of you panting and utterly spent.

For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breaths, the tension between you now replaced by a shared, sated warmth. His hands softened on your hips, stroking your skin tenderly as he straightened, pulling you gently against his chest.

The warmth of his breath tickled your ear as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell softly.

“If I knew you’d react like that,” you said, breaking the silence with a breathy laugh, “I would’ve kissed you a long time ago.”

Eobard chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice teasing but still rough from exertion. “You might tempt me into forgetting we have to go back.”

You turned in his arms, a playful smile on your lips as your fingers traced his jaw. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.”

“And I don’t regret it for a second,” he said, his gaze softening, the intensity from earlier now replaced with something more intimate. He kissed you one last time, slow and deep, as if trying to make the moment last a little longer.

But eventually, reality crept back in. With a reluctant sigh, the two of you began dressing, the storage room now littered with discarded clothes and scattered supplies that you were too sated to care about. Eobard pulled on his dark t-shirt, the fabric stretching over his still-heated skin, while you fixed your own disheveled appearance, smoothing your hair and adjusting your clothes.

As he sat back into his wheelchair, the transformation was almost seamless. His shoulders hunched slightly, his movements carefully calculated as he adjusted the controls, once again slipping into the façade of Harrison Wells. You watched him, marveling at how effortlessly he stepped back into his role, though the heat in his gaze when he looked at you told you the truth.

“You ready?” he asked, his tone casual, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a private smirk that made your cheeks flush all over again.

“Not really,” you admitted with a small laugh. “But let’s do this.”

The two of you left the storage room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. As you walked beside him down the hallway, the sound of your heels and the hum of the wheelchair filled the air. Your pulse quickened slightly when you neared the Cortex, the reality of facing the team hitting you.

When you stepped into the room, all movement seemed to stop. Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin were frozen in place, their eyes flicking between you and Eobard. It was impossible to miss the signs: your flushed cheeks, his slightly tousled hair, and the lingering heat that practically radiated between you.

Cisco’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth opening slightly as if to say something, but a sharp glance from Caitlin stopped him in his tracks. Barry’s expression was somewhere between knowing and awkward, his lips pressed tightly together as if physically restraining himself from commenting.

The silence hung heavy for a moment, the team’s expressions screaming what they wouldn’t dare say out loud.

Eobard, ever composed, cleared his throat, his voice as smooth and controlled as ever. “Shall we get back to work?” he said, his tone betraying no hint of what had just happened. His hands moved deftly on the controls of his wheelchair, rolling toward the center of the room as though nothing had occurred.

You followed, your heart pounding but your expression steady. You could feel the team’s eyes on you, burning with unspoken questions, but no one dared to voice them. You took your seat, pointedly avoiding Barry’s gaze as he shook his head slightly, muttering something under his breath that you chose to ignore.

The Cortex buzzed with awkward silence for a moment longer before Cisco finally turned back to his workstation with an exaggerated cough, muttering, “Well, this is… normal. Totally normal.”

Despite the heat still lingering in your cheeks, you couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that tugged at your lips as you exchanged a subtle glance with Eobard. Whatever suspicions the team had, they wouldn’t dare confront the man they believed to be Harrison Wells—not directly.

And that was perfectly fine by you.

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hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

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Legends of Tomorrow Masterlist

One Shots

Make His Life Hell - Eobard Thawne x Reader

Bridge Battle - Leonard Snart x Reader

Affected Advances - John Constantine x Reader

Complaint No.3 - John Constantine x Reader

Admit It - John Constantine x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine making Constantine jealous during a mission with the Legends

Imagine bonding with Ray in the kitchen about your complicated relationships

Imagine attending Nate’s fathers funeral with the Legends

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[mcbenson25]

More Than He Bargained For Part 8

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

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

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get over it.

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

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

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

Here we go with this.

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

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

How stupid.

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

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

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

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

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

This was going to be good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay maybe not the best idea.

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

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

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

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

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

That's what I thought.

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

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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

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

Why don't we just use-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a moron.

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

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

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

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

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

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

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

I'll say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

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

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

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

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

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

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

Eddie was gone.

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

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

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

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

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did this have to be so complicated?

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

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

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh please.

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

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

I could just strangle her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^^^^

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

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

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

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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Hellooo beautiful people! I'm so sorry it took this long but I wrote a looooot more so hopefully it makes up for it??? Things are getting heated!!! Currently I do not have an ending set in stone so what do y'all think? Was it right on to throw Eobard this curveball? Should Harry make his move? I loveeee hearing feedback and I love all of you! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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[smittenbyvillains]

Christmas Miracle

Harrison Wells/Eobard Thawne x reader

Warnings: fluff, mild angst (optional)

Summary: Christmas at the lab with just Harrison Wells.

You didn't really do Christmas, frankly you haven't for years. You were too busy worrying about others. Barry invited you to the Wests for Christmas. He was your best friend, but you had to tell him no. You needed to be ready for anything. You meant anything. So, there you were in the lab tinkering as you waited for an alert. You looked up hearing the wheelchair and nodded his way before going back to your newest device. You focused hard until you heard music. You turned to glance. It was Harrison playing music. It was Christmas music, and he was staring right at you.

"Why are you staring?" You asked him. He wasn't fazed. "Why are you still in here?" He countered back. He straightened up. You looked at him and shrugged. "Well, I don't do holidays much anymore, I focus on others." "You had a bad experience then." "What?" You asked confused. "I have a secret; can I trust you?" He asked you. You fully turned to him curious. "Well?" "Oh, yes you can trust me." You spoke. That's when he got up. he stood up?! "You aren't?" You said in shock. He nodded and went over to you. He leaned down. "I can walk but no one can know, you can hide that right?" Harrison said as he looked in your eyes. You nodded honestly. "Yeah, yeah you can." You spoke. He reached out his hand. "Let's dance." He said as a Christmas bop came on. You took his hand and you both danced to the music. You couldn't help to smile as you moved to the flow with him. After a few songs he led you back to your character. You had a crush on him for a while. So, this was out of the world. He sat you down in your chair and leaned down as he put a hand on your cheek. He smiled. He actually smiled! "May I?"

You smiled and nodded. He was going to kiss you! he was going to kiss you! Your heart was happy and beating loudly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours as he kissed you ever so passionately. You pulled away from a minute breathing heavily, your cheeks bright pink. He chuckled at this.

----- OPTIONAL ----- "I know I can trust you, but I have to make sure you won't tell anyone, my dear." He said as he sighed and caressed your cheek and used his other hand to inject your arm with a sleeping drug. You woke up with Christmas music being played and in a house you didn't know. You sat up from the couch. You had pajamas on, and you looked at the tree and the cup of hot coca in front of you.

"I am glad you're awake, my dear. We have a lot to discuss, including your new loyalty to me." He said as he came into the room. His eyes were full of devotion to you but also something darker. That was the day you found out about his secret, and he made you work with him.

[pinguwrites]

Ok sorry the old post got deleted but basically the premise

1) I made the new Lolita au Russian bot

2) I’m in love with Tom cavanagh and especially his portrayal of eowells in season one of cw the flash. I’ve been in love with eowells since I was like ten and I’ve always wanted to write about him because his character impacted my life in ways I can’t imagine

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne (Flash) - Oneshot

Word Count: 4k+. This one took me a few hours but I really had fun writing it. I hope you all enjoy! :)

People always said that being too invested in your work wasn’t the best. You needed to have balance. Of course you barely paid mind to that. The best scientist never got anywhere lazing around. Besides, you had a life outside of research. You have a steady stream of cop shows to keep you company. 

One of which is the very popular Flash TV series. 

It was by far your favorite. It’s not like you didn’t have friends either. You just barely had time to meet with them due to your inventions. This one was going to be the best yet. Being a senior in college meant that this was your last chance to make your name as a scientist. If you could create this, then the sponsorships and press conferences would come blazing through the door. You grin, tighten the last screw. 

“Alright!” 

All you had to do was connect the plugs and you were set. It sort of made it easier being the only one in the lab at night. No distractions. 

“Take that Jimmy.” 

You glared at his machine on the other side of the room as you showed it the finger, plugging in your own. Yes, maybe that was a little immature, but he was so conceited. Constantly boasting that he was going to create a device that could stop aging and sell to the highest bidder. He didn’t care about human life. 

Just money. 

“Moron.” 

Your invention was meant to stop terrible illnesses like cancer, cure the sick. You did want the recognition, but also the joy that came with watching a child make it back home to their family, healthy and happy. 

Exhaling softly, you moved over to the outlet to plug in your machine. The rumbling of thunder however stopped you. When the lights went out, you cursed. You couldn’t see a thing. Dropping the cord, you moved around feeling for a door.  It was weird that the backup generators hadn’t kicked in. 

There was a flicker, and you smiled when the lights above your head turned on. Thankfully it hadn’t messed with anything in the lab. You moved to grip the door and maybe find the security guard, but the lights in the building started blaring and you flinched.

The constant flicker of red was not what you expected. Your eyes moved to the glass ceiling, and the sight of a current of lightning should have alerted you to run away. But a part of you knew that if it broke the glass, that would be it. The machine you spent more than six months on would probably turn into a pile of trash. 

“Hey kid!! Get the hell out of there!!” 

The yell of the guard brought you back for a second. He tried opening the door to come and get you, but you were already bolting in the direction of your machine. You jumped at the last second, just as the streak of lighting broke the glass. The sparks struck every surface in the room and you screamed at the surge that rushed through your body. 

Your body was elevated for a second and when the lights finally shut off and turned back on, the guard could only stare at the empty room. 

That was how it happened. 

A poor choice on your part. But at the time it made sense. You were surprised that you were still alive. You could hear the beeping of machines and the faint smell of disinfectants. Your nose scrunched up and you turned your head, pressing your palm to your forehead. 

“GUYS SHE’S AWAKE!!” 

That yell really wasn’t helping. 

You sat upright groaning at the pain that ran through your body. The sound of feet shuffling finally made you lift your gaze. Your eyes were still trying to adjust to the room. 

“We’re relieved that you’re alright.” 

“That voice..” 

You knew that voice.

Why did you know that voice?

When your focus finally steadies, you were positive that maybe you did in fact die. 

“My name is-” 

“Harrison Wells..” 

He was a bit confused.

“That’s right.” 

Your eyes ran over all four of them and you swallowed, stumbling out of the bed. 

“Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon..” 

They were fairly puzzled that you seem to know their names.

“The Flash..You’re the Flash. OH MY GOSH I’M IN THE FLASH!!” 

You started pacing around in circles as you continued to rant and they all turned to Dr. Wells for some kind of instruction, but he looked just as stumped as everyone else. 

“This is crazy. It’s not real. It can’t be real. That lightning, the light that’s what happened! I was struck by lightning and I’m in a coma. I must be in a coma. Either that or I’m dead. Am I dead!!? I didn’t even get the chance to have a boyfriend. I can't be dead!!!” You were sobbing now and Cisco nudged Barry.

“What! Why me!?” Barry protested. 

“You’re the hero dude. Save her or whatever.” 

Barry trailed over cautiously, reaching over and patting your arm awkwardly. 

“T-There there. It’ll be okay.” 

“Noooo it’s not, I’m dead. Why! WHY!!” 

Your wails got progressively louder and Barry took a step back to the group. 

“I tried.” 

Eobard released a heavy sigh. He could already tell that this was a thorn in his plan. The fact that you just appeared in their lab in a burst of light didn’t help at all. 

“I need to be calm and deal with this.” 

He couldn’t afford the distraction, not right now. 

He wheeled over in his chair, plastering the best look of comfort that he could. 

“We understand that you’re in a tough position. But if you calm down and explain the situation, we might be able to get you back to where you came from.” You were still crying softly, and when you looked up at him, he almost felt sorry. He held out a hand for you, and you wiped your eyes, nodding slowly as you took his hand. 

He almost jolted at the subtle spark he felt run through his hand. When he looks at you, there’s no noticeable change, so he schools his features as he guides you to take a seat. 

“Tell us what happened.” He urged. 

You finally got yourself to stop crying long enough to fully explain your situation. They sat there very attentively. It was a little hard to believe on both sides. But the alternative was truly considering that you must have died. 

“So where you’re from this all a television show?” Barry asked. 

“It is. I was working on my machine and then a crazy storm came out of nowhere. I tried to save my tech but I guess I got hit.” 

“It was reckless of you to run towards an active storm. “

Dr. Well’s words make you blush. You slide off the chair. 

“Y-Yeah you’re right. A-anyway, do you guys have ideas of how to get me back?” You avoid contact with him, and he raises a brow.

“Well your machine must have been the trigger. It might have been struck too.” 

You shook your head. 

“No, that's impossible. My machine was built to attack cancerous cells in the body.” 

“You were trying to cure cancer?” Barry asks. 

“Yeah I..I just wanted to help people.” You mutter. Barry smiles. 

Now that is all gone. Your machine was probably obliterated and you were stuck wherever this was.

“Was there anything else that could have triggered your transportation here?” Caitlin asks. 

You shrug.

“Not that I could think of. The room just had a few minor tech projects and that stupid narcissist Jimmy’s anti-aging machi..” You trail off and it clicks in your head. 

“Shit that’s it!!” 

“What’s it?” Barry question. 

“Jimmy, oh my gosh. I’m a little pissed but he’s actually a genius. He’s been working on an anti-aging programmer. Basically it superchargers the body. It stops the cells that contribute to aging and deterioration.” You run to the board set up at the center of the room as you start marking down equations. 

“I’ve been there for most of his upgrades so I know the general layout. I could build his machine and find my way back there!” 

You were practically glowing, and Barry stepped forward. 

“Whatever we can do to help, we will.” You turned to him.

“Really, you’ll help me?” 

“Of course! We’re always down to help a fellow scientist. Besides, you're trying to cure cancer. You’re awesome.” Cisco states. 

“I’ll do what I can to help.” Caitlin offers. You can’t stop the smile on your face. 

“Thank you, thank you so much!” 

You hug Barry, and he laughs patting your back. You go down the line giving them all hugs. When you get to Dr. Wells, you’re still wearing that smile. It slowly fades and you clear your throat. 

“W-We should get to work immediately. "

You made a quick turn, heading back to the board. 

That was the plan. Rebuild Jimmy’s machine and get back home. For the most part it was fairly easy. Barry of course had to fill Joe in on everything and then create a story to tell Iris of who you were. Everything felt sort of smooth sailing. You crashed at Star Labs working on your project day and night while helping Team Flash with their endeavors. You weren’t exactly hero certified. The more dangerous situations you stood at the sidelines with Dr. Wells, just observing. 

It was still weird adjusting to a show you were literally watching on your television screen. They were all just as kind and brave as their characters portrayed. Cisco was an amazing engineer. He’d helped put together the tools to create the machine. While the first few attempts were a fail, you could tell you were getting closer. You knew it wouldn’t be easy trying to invent a machine you didn’t design yourself  and you were going off your memory. Whenever you got discouraged or sulk, Barry had a way of helping you regain inspiration to keep going. 

Cisco would make jokes of what you would do when you got back and Caitlin had soft affirmations to encourage you. It was nice. You realized then that you were so focused on your tech that you hadn’t given yourself any time to have fun or be with your friends back home. A part of you just always thought they would be there after you finally made it big. It was selfish and immature. Maybe this was the reason you were here. To open your eyes in a sense. 

“Any progress Ms. (L/N).” You jumped at the voice at your door. Dr. Wells wheeled in and you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“S-Slow progress.”

You keep your eyes on the board, trying not to give too much of a reaction. 

Another issue as of late was avoiding Dr. Wells. See he’d always been your favorite character. A crush if you will. While you really admired the actor, you never truly thought you would meet him. So working in such close quarters wasn’t the best. Your solution was to avoid any and all interactions. There was no point in getting attached when the goal was to ultimately leave. You also couldn’t alter anything too drastically. 

“I think we have something that needs to be discussed. “ 

The click of the lock on your door is what gains your attention. When you turn back, Dr. Wells is no longer seated in his wheelchair, but standing at the entrance. You drop the marker in shock. 

“You’re..” 

You blink and he has you pressed to the wall. The papers in your room have scattered and you hold your breath. Back against the wall caged between his arms, you can only stare. 

“You’ve known who I am this whole time, haven’t you?” 

“W-Who you are..” 

You’re completely in the dark and it’s starting to scare you. This isn’t the man that was so compassionate on the first day you got here. Not even close. 

“Are you still going to play games?” 

He tilts his head, raising his hand, and when you see the vibrations, your heart almost stops. Those usually warm eyes light up a treacherous scarlet. You’re beginning to see the bigger picture. 

“Y-You’re the evil speedster..the one who killed Barry’s parents..” 

“Eobard Thawne, in the flesh.” He smirked. 

You feel like an idiot. You literally could have avoided this if you’d just watched the last few episodes. The realization that you might actually die here becomes very real. You sob, and he lowers his hand. You clench your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but nothing happens. A minute, maybe two passes and you finally open your eyes. He’s no longer vibrating, but he hasn’t moved away. 

“So you really didn’t know. That’s a surprise.” He walks back, and you’re still pressed into the wall. 

You’re afraid to move. 

“Since we’re both in a bind I’d suggest we come to an agreement. You can’t breathe a word of this to Barry or the others, not until I get what I want.” 

“W-What makes you think I won’t tell them!! I could give a crap about getting home now. I’m not just going to let you hurt them!” 

“How awfully brave of you.” His tone is mocking, and he moves around the room. You know it’s more to intimidate you. 

“I’m sure you’ve realized by now that anything you do here could ultimately steer the plot off course. I initially assumed that’s why you’ve been so curt with me. If you even make a ripple, everything here, everyone you know, that you’ve grown to care about could die and it would be all your fault.”

You swallow. He’s right. You know he is. If he’s truly from the future then he has a lot more knowledge. 

“So what do you say, partner?” 

“We’re not partners!” You hiss.

This is painful. You press your hand to the desk to steady yourself. It’s all so messy now. He’s still standing there looking proud of himself and you stare right at him. 

“I hate you.” 

There’s so much spite and malice in those words, and Eobard’s smile slowly falls from his lips. He isn’t sure why he feels anything. Those words shouldn’t even phase him. But the look you wear right now is much different from the one you’ve been sending him all those weeks that you’ve been around. He turns his back, unlocking the door and setting himself right back into his chair. 

“Have a pleasant night Ms. (L/N).” 

That’s what he said. You should have expected life to deal you such a hand. Every time you got comfortable, there just seemed to be a bigger obstacle. 

You kept up the secret, even though it hurt to lie to your friends every single day. The thought of them being wiped from existence was much more painful. A part of you just hoped that the heroes would prevail. This was a tv series after all. That small glimmer of hope is what gives you the will to keep going. It was hard to explain, but somehow you knew Barry and the others would come out on top. 

One particular afternoon you were having a movie night at Cisco’s place with Barry, and Caitlin. 

“Hey, you never really told us who your favorite character was.” Cisco called, tossing popcorn at you. 

You leaned into the couch thoughtfully. 

“I guess Barry is.” You spoke.

“Really?” He said, clearly flattered. 

You nod, playing with your bowl of snacks. 

“I guess in a way I related more to you. I’m an orphan too.” 

They’re all listening now.

“I’m sorry. We weren’t trying to pry.” Barry apologizes. You shake your head. 

“It’s okay. It’s not that bad. It was just a little hard growing up. Everything I have I had to work for. In a way watching your character felt like watching myself. You had a hard start, but you still made something of yourself and that's admirable. I wanted to be just like you. “ Barry smiles. Pulling you into a half hug and you grin. 

“Okay, okay we get it.” You laugh at Cisco. 

“You’re one of the characters I had a crush on though Cisco.” 

“What, girl for real?” 

You nod. 

“Yep. It’s the long hair. Definitely a weakness.” He begins playing with his hair and Caitlin giggles. 

“Please don’t give him a big head.” 

“I’ll try not to.” 

Cisco grins.

“I kind of wish you had a friend that we could pair Dr. Wells with. Maybe then we could get him to stop being so private and quiet. I bet you if he had a girlfriend he’d come back out of his shell.” 

Caitlin smacked his shoulder and Cisco just continued to laugh. 

It was just a jab, you knew that. But deep down you wondered if he had someone to be his moral compass, then maybe he would give up this whole master plan. 

With that thought, you returned the following morning with a new goal. If you could maybe figure him out, maybe you could flip him for the good. The moments you weren’t running through equations, you would steal glances at him. You try to observe his likes, dislikes. Ticks. Anything that could give you just a hint of his personality. This outer part is just a persona, you know that. But despite that, you know there must be times where his true self slips out. 

“Is there something that I can help you with Ms. (L/N).” 

His tone is polite for obvious reasons. Caitlin and Cisco turn. It dawns on you that maybe you weren’t being subtle.

“N-No Dr. Wells!” You speed down to your room and Cisco shrugs. 

“Wonder what’s up with her?” He says absentmindedly. 

Eobard intends to find out just that. He hasn’t been blind to the subtle glances. If you’re planning something, he intends to use any means to discourage you from acting impulsive. When he gets to the door, he doesn’t even knock. He pushes the door open and you flinch. Once inside, the door slams shut. He stands, stretching.

“Planning something I should know about?” 

He doesn’t fail to intimidate. When he shows you his true colors, it’s like the air shifted. You stay planted firmly. This time you’re not going to back down like a coward. Maybe if you make your intentions known, you can throw him off his game. You can change his perspective. 

“I-I’m going to make you fall in love with me.” 

He just stares for a second, because he’s not sure if you’re joking or being serious. His baffled look changes slowly to amusement. Pretty soon he’s laughing and you know why. Eobard speeds right over to you. He doesn’t miss the subtle jump you make, even though you try to hide it when you’re both eye to eye. 

“Do you really think such a foolish plan will work? I can see it whenever you look at me, you’re terrified. Even now, you’re quaking in your boots like a frightened little girl.” You swallow, puffing your chest. 

“How exactly do you intend to make me fall in love with you?” 

It’s a ridiculous statement, but he loves this, pulling your strings. 

You don’t say a word, not at first and that smirk on his lips grow wider. When you take a step forward and grab his cheeks, he plans to question it, but you press your lips to his and any thought he’d formulated has disappeared. 

You’ve indeed caught him off guard. Your eyes are closed and your heart is hammering to an unknown rhythm. After a few hot seconds, you pull back, licking your lips. You can still taste him. 

“Wow..” 

That was an impulse move. You were just trying to prove a point, but you can’t deny that it felt good. Before the whole evil speedster ordeal you did have a healthy crush on the man. Eobard is still somewhat gaping at you. 

Well that worked, you suppose. You release him, taking a step back. 

“You’re not the only one who’s driven. I won’t lose.” 

That’s all you say as you walk away from him. Even when the door closes behind him, he doesn’t truly process it. His hand hesitantly moves to his lips. That shouldn’t have phased him. Not in the slightest. But he felt it. That kiss. Your touch. He finds himself licking his lips, just to get another taste.

“Shit.” 

He underestimated you. 

Following that encounter, Eobard is unsure how to go about intimidating you. It was as if you’d gained the upper hand somehow. In the lab with Barry and the others, you’re unnaturally nice to him. When the both of you are alone, you’ll brush by him or casually blow off the little threats he makes about getting in the way of his plan. 

During one particular battle in Star Labs, Barry has managed to subdue the chaotic meta, not before they had released a minor shockwave. It had knocked all of them off their feet before Barry grabbed the cuffs. When the criminal was safely restrained, he bolted to the pipeline. Cisco and Cailtin were still picking themselves off the floor. He hated situations where he had to pretend to be helpless. It was a little degrading. That was the price he had to pay. 

By some grace, you’d landed right on top of him. His legs were sprawled on the floor and you were straddling his hips. You looked down for a second, clearly disoriented. When you gathered yourself, you tried to stand and his eyes ended up focused right on your bust that was now in full view. 

“Dr. Wells are you okay?”

Your soft voice rang in his ear and he finally made eye contact. He cursed himself for the moment of weakness. Maybe it was the fact that he’d never indulged in those desires that he was now feeling a dull ache in his groin. He covered it well, nodding as he allowed you to help him back into wheelchair. 

“I’m fine.” His tone was gruff, and you bent over to inspect him for injuries. Although you knew of his capabilities, he was just like Barry. That meant sustaining an injury was possible. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

Caitlin and Cisco seemed otherwise occupied with picking up falling tech and some computers. He groaned, once again being face to face with your cleavage. 

Eobard gripped your wrist with a low growl.

“Stop bending over.” 

It’s a hiss. 

For a moment you’re confused, but then your eyes finally trail to where his eyes lay, your cheeks erupt in color. You pull back quickly, fumbling over your words. 

“I-I’m going to help Barry!” 

You declared. You were rushing out of the cortex before they could question it and Eobard shifted in his seat, agitated with the problem he now had to deal with. 

He was positive that it couldn’t get worse than that. Your little distractions have been driving him up a wall. He’d been so sure that it was a bluff you made that day. Making him fall in love. It wasn’t logical. This wasn’t logical. 

The ring at his door tore him away from his thoughts and when he opened the door, he’s a bit irritated at the big smile you wear. 

“Hey.” 

You sound so casually as you just barge inside. He closes the door behind. 

“How long do you think this charade is going to work?” He questions 

“I should be asking you the same question. I told you, I won't quit. I won’t stop trying to-”  

“To what! Make me develop feelings for you. Do you realize how ridiculous that is? I’m a monster. I could gut you right here and I wouldn’t feel a thing.” He rises from his chair. 

“Then why don’t you?” You tilt your head and his brows furrow. 

“You seem to think that the only reason I’m doing this is to save Barry and the others. You’re right, a huge part of this is to protect them. I care about them. I won’t just sit here and watch you hurt them.” You walk closer, and he studies you. 

“But the other part of me knows that you’re not as heartless as you claimed to be. “ You circle him. 

“When you thought that I was on to you, you could have ended it all right there. But you let me live. It didn’t make sense. You know I’m from a different universe, so any harm to me wouldn’t even touch this timeline. Instead of getting rid of me, you made a deal.” 

“I didn’t need the extra paperwork.” He says sarcastically. 

You stop right in front of him. 

“That’s not it. When I came here, you must have felt something. Even if it was just a spark, you felt it.” 

“You're wrong.” He holds your gaze, but it isn’t the same. 

“You’ve had feelings for me from the very start..” You whisper. 

“No..NO!!” 

He seems adamant on denying it. You move in, taking his hand and he visibly deflates. You lift his hand placing it right at the center of your chest, much like he’d done when he tried to coerce the truth out of you about his identity. His gaze doesn’t look as sure. 

“Do it.” 

He gulps. His hand is shaking and for once it’s not due to the vibrations. 

“I can’t..” 

He couldn’t believe this. How had he let this happen?

You take a step forward and when you hug him, his body is stiff. His hands fall at his side. 

“I guess I did win..” 

It’s not a boast, you sound just as surprised as he is right now. Your hands gently trail down his shoulders, laying right on his chest. When you leave a kiss on his neck, his eyes close, letting out a staggered breath. You keep trailing kisses along his skin. Along his neck, right on his cheek. Your fingers begin to drift down and that snaps him out of his trance. He grabs your hand, speeding out of the room. Your eyes open and you’re pinned to the bed, staring up at him. 

“Stop.” 

He warns.

You just grin. 

“If you really wanted me to stop, why did you bring me to your bed?”

He’s about to object, but he takes in the space and you can see the shock on his face. You bite your lip, pushing him onto his back as you switch positions. Eobard just gapes. 

“I’ve spent most of my life depriving myself of so much because I thought it was the only way to get what I wanted. I’m done with that. From now on I’m going to be honest about what I want. What I need. What I need right now is for you to make love to me.” 

He’s not sure how to go about dealing with this situation. 

You lean down, sliding your knee between his legs and he holds back a sharp hiss. 

“Make love to me..” You coax. 

Eobard grits his teeth, pulling you down for a desperate kiss. You smile, responding with just as much urgency. 

That night ended with the both of you buried in his sheets. He can’t say for sure if it had truly happened. He vaguely remembers your soft moans of encouragement. His body connected to yours. It felt too real to be an illusion. 

He woke the next morning to a note from you to meet him in the lab. It was six in the morning, he knew for a fact that no one else would be there. That’s why he’d discarded his chair and just ran over. You stood at the center with your machine on a trolley. The wind tossing your hair made you smile as you looked down. You didn’t turn to look at him, not at all. But he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“I’m going back home. I already left my goodbyes for the rest of the team. If I see their faces I know I’ll lose my nerve. I left instructions for Cisco. After three days, he needs to destroy the machine to protect all of you. “ You finally turned around to face him. 

“When I’m gone you have three days. Three days to decide if you want to have a better life, or if you want to be the big bad that Barry faces. I think you know as well as I do that if all that I’ve said is true, in the end, Barry will win.” 

Eobard clenches his hand. 

“I’m not going to force you, it’s your choice.” 

It’s hard for you to deal with, but he needs to make the decision. It doesn’t stop the tears from coming. You move to him, reaching out, you hug him, because it’s possible that this is the last time you’ll ever be this close to him again. Your grip tightens, and you cry when he returns the embrace. 

It hurts, more than you thought possible. You’d fallen so hard and fast for someone you should have resented. 

Another lesson learned. 

You pull back slowly, a bit astonished that there are actual tears in his eyes. You kiss him in hopes that the feeling will stay engraved in your mind. When you finally part, your breath is a bit staggered. You release him completely, moving away from him.

Eobard reaches out for you instinctively, and you shake your head, placing your hand on the button as you turn on the machine. A light sparks into the room, and when he sees the steady stream of lightning now emitting from your body, his eyes grow wide. You just smile. 

“Come and find me.” 

It’s the last words he hears before the room becomes quiet. Not a sound. 

No sight of you anywhere.