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mcbenson25 · 10 months ago
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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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marvelsgirl616 · 9 months ago
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Professor Wells :)
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sarawritestories · 1 year ago
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Fatherly Instincts
Harry Wells X Curvy Fem Reader
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Requested by: @twilightlover2007
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Summary: Y/N finds herself having full custody over her best friends infant after a tragic accident. She is adjusting to life with a new baby, and though the baby is not fussy, there are few days in a row where sleep is scarce, and the stress is beginning to impact her. Team Flash has been great, but it's help from her favorite scientist from Earth-2 that she realizes how much he cares for her.
Content Warnings: Lost, death of friends, insecurities regarding weight gain/ negative self-image and fluff
Tag list: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus
Y/N was on the brink of tears as the cries of baby girl next to her in the cortex. Sleep deprived and drowning in the responsibilities of raising a child that fell in her lap only a few months prior. Her beloved friends were in a tragic car accident and dealing with their loss, in which she has shoved it into the back of her mind. They named her the sole guardian of their sweet baby girl. Taking her was no issue, but the new duo has been staying in S.T.A.R Labs as her lease was up, and she was trying to find a place that can accommodate a baby. Fortunately, everyone in the lab had been open to helping with baby as she was looking at places.
Normally, Baby Girl sleeps through the night, but this night, the baby has been restless and simply won’t go to sleep. Y/N was rocking the child tears silently sliding down her face, feeling extremely overwhelmed. “Hey, Princess,” she closed her eyes as Harry’s voice rang the cortex.
She sniffled and whispered a hello that was drowned out by another scream from the baby, eliciting a defeated sob from Y/N. A hand touched her elbow, and her eyes met the baby blue’s of the Earth-2 scientist. “May I?” He held his arms open to hold the child. With a slight nod, she slid the baby into his arms, and she saw his features morph into a softer expression, and his face lit up. He bounced the bundle in his arms, and the crying began to subdue.
Wrapping her arms around herself, cringing as she felt her stomach protruding, she had gained some curves since being Baby Girl’s arrival and being near Harry has her feeling insecure about it. She looked at Harry as he was whispering to her. She smiled she liked seeing this warmer side of Harry as she rarely ever saw it. “I forget you are a dad sometimes.” He looked at her, his warm smile waning as he saw her tear stained cheeks and her covering her stomach. “You’re really good at it. She hasn’t settled for me in the last few days. In just a few minutes she’s asleep.” Fresh tears sprung in her eyes.
He looked at the sleeping child then back up at the young woman in front of him. He spoke softly, “Princess, I was not prize-winning father. I did my best, especially after my wife died. But there were a lot of tough nights.”
Y/N lightly scoffed, “I highly doubt that,” she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head, “Harry, I’m so out of my depth here. I haven’t even-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence as she walked to her chair and buried her face in her hands.
Placing Baby Girl in her bassinette with care and making sure she wasn’t going to stir, Harry moved over and crouched in front of Y/N and placed his hands gently on her wrist and lightly pulled, “Y/N, look at me.” She let him pull her hands from her face, “What haven’t you done?”
Her lip quivered, “I haven’t even gotten a chance to grieve my friends.” She stifled her sob to prevent the baby from waking up, “What kind of friend am I, that I haven’t had time to even miss them. Not to mention, how am I supposed to raise their child that would make them proud. I’ve never been a mom before. I couldn’t even get her to calm down and fall asleep. What if I make a wrong choice that they wouldn’t have agreed with. What if I won’t be able to keep their memory alive through her.” Harry pressed his lips into a thin line, listening intently and gently rubbing his thumbs in comforting circles. The dam erupted and she proceeded to express her concerns, “Then what good am I to the team if I can’t give my all because I’m looking for a new place to live, or what if she get’s sick one day and there is a meta attack and I have to choose between helping the team or getting her safety because she will always bee the first choice. Oh god, what if a meta attacks her school one day, and I can’t save her.
Harry cups her face, “Princess, stop,” He wipes the stray tears with the pads of his thumbs, “One thing at time.”
Y/N reached her hands up and placed them on top of his, “The worst part is, I have been so stressed and exhausted and operating on fear and adrenaline I have gained some weight and I feel ugly and unwanted, which is so dumb because I have this beautiful baby girl and these wonderful friends, but I don’t want Baby Girl to grow up without a father figure. I just feel so undesirab-“ She was silenced with her lips being pressed to his. For the first time in weeks, her brain came to a screeching halt, focusing on the fact Harry was kissing her.
He pulled away and stood up and lifted her up on her feet. Swiping the baby monitor, he walked her over to the med bay where there was a tv that was streaming a camera feed. The two are in frame, and he places Y/N in front of himself, “Y/N, you are beautiful inside and out. Your gaining weight was never going to change that beauty.” He wraps an arm around her waist and whispers into her ear, “Only enhances it in my personal opinion.” This caused Y/N to smile and laugh as she laced her fingers with his, “Now, I know for a fact that if anything meta related happened to that sweet baby girl, no one in this building would hesitate to drop everything to make sure she was safe. That little girl has so many people who love her so much that you have a whole army behind you to take care of her.”
Taking their entwined hands, he spins her around, placing his free hand around her waist. Their eyes were meeting, “Now this I want you to really pay attention to. You are going to raise that little girl right, your dear friends would not have entrusted this responsibility to you if they didn’t thing you were going to raise her in the way that would make them proud.” Tears filled the brim of her eyes again, “As for grieving them,” he tucked her hair behind her ear and sighed, “There is no easy way to do that simultaneously, with raising a child. I will tell you that you are not alone, and if it's too much or needs to let it out we’ll be here for you. Princess, I’ll be here for you.”
Y/N buried her head in his chest and sobbed and let out all the emotions that she had buried deep within her for the last few months. Harry swayed them back and forth, running his fingers and ran through her hair. After a few moments, she pulled away, “There is one more thing I want to address.” Harry whispered as she wiped her eyes, “Just because you gained weight doesn’t diminish the bright and intelligent woman you are. It sure as hell doesn’t make you undesirable. Not to me.”
She looked at him and smiled, gripping the back of his neck and rising to her tippy toes to kiss him once again. Finding comfort with his warmth, she pulled away and pressed her forehead against his, “Would you be willing to slip into that parenting role again?”
Harry smiled, “For you, Princess, I would do anything.” He kissed her nose as the baby monitor erupted with the sounds of crying. Y/N pulled away and was about ready to head back into the cortex before Harry grabbed her wrist. Y/N furrowed her brows, “You need sleep. Go I’ll take care of her.” He pulled her in for one more brief kiss before sending her to go get rest as he went to soothe the little one.
~An hour later~
Harry was down in the dorms sitting in a rocking chair. Baby girl in his hands, “My little Princess,” he whispered, “You are so lucky to have a mother like her.” He looked over to the slumbering Y/N sleeping peacefully. Looking back at the little bundle in his arms, he proceeded to whisper, “Can you keep a secret?” He paused for a brief moment and smiled, “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
The child giggled with excitement that caused Harry’s eyes to brighten with joy. He never thought he would do this again, but this time, he wouldn’t have to do it alone.
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brianllamawrites · 1 year ago
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Autumn Chill (Harry Wells X Reader)
A/N: Nobody check when the last time I posted a fic was lol. Hoping my writing brain will kick in soon now that I've finally finished something. This post was brought to you by the head cold I had last week lmao. If anyone wants to be tagged in future fics don't hesitate to ask!
Word Count: 958
Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells @mcbenson25 @yetanotherwells
“Hey, I’m home!” called Harry.
He rushed to pull off his boots and didn’t even bother to look at his bag when it fell on the floor. He tossed his coat on the nearest chair, and spun around to double-check that the front door was definitely locked before he briskly walked away from it.
You had both been at STAR Labs all morning, but the autumn chill had seeped into the building, and Harry sent you home the moment he heard you sneeze. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of sending you home alone. You looked so tired and cold; it took all his willpower not to bundle you up and have you sit next to him as he worked, but you deserved to fall asleep on something much more comfortable than an office chair, and there was still an enormous amount of work left for him to do. Of course, Harry ended up spending every free moment he had thinking about you.
Harry turned into the living room to find you in your pyjamas, curled up on the sofa with a file in your hands and a blanket on the floor. You met his gaze with a tinge of guilt in your eyes. After seeing the mountain of work everyone was dealing with, it didn’t feel right just to leave with unfinished files on your desk, so you had snuck a few things into your bag to work on at home. You promised everyone you would rest – and in your defence, you did take a nap – but turning your brain off work mode seemed too much of a struggle. The look Harry gave you was the perfect mix of disappointment and worry to make you close the file you were holding.
“Before you say anything,” you started, “I took a nap with that blanket, and I woke up way too hot, so it had to go.”
Harry raised a brow. “On the floor?”
“... Yes.”
Harry made his way over to you, perching on the edge of the coffee table next to the pile of work you had yet to touch. He gently pulled the file from your hands, taking a mental note of how cold your fingers were, and placed it beside him. Now that Harry was sitting next to it, the amount of work you had brought home looked ridiculous for a sick person to be tackling. You watched as Harry stretched down and scoop up the blanket, fidgeting with it as he thought about what to do with you.
“I hate being ill,” you muttered to yourself.
Harry hated seeing you so unhappy and not being able to fix everything for you immediately. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders so he could pull you close enough to kiss your forehead.
“Oh love, you’re freezing.”
You dropped your head onto his shoulder and grumbled; you really did have a lot of work left to do, and it was a lot easier to pretend you weren’t ill when you were alone. Harry’s hand stroked your hair before moving down to rub circles on your back. He heard you wheezing and sighed.
“Come on–” to your dissatisfaction, Harry pulled away to look you in your puffy eyes “–you’ll feel better when you’re resting in bed.”
The room was a lot colder without his arms around you, and your head rocked, threatening you with nausea as you moved to look up at him. Suddenly, the idea of returning to work felt like torture.
You mumbled in agreement and shakily got to your feet, grasping the blanket around you with one of your hands. All it took was one step and your head span. The floor felt like it was moving to the bedroom without you, and you desperately waved your free hand around until it found Harry’s shoulder. He rushed to his feet to steady you.
“Let’s take it slow,” said Harry, keeping a firm hand on your arm and one on your back.
After what felt like an eternity of shuffling, you finally made it to the bedroom. As soon as you sat in bed, Harry tucked you into the duvet, and then the blanket, and as much as it made you laugh, you had to physically stop him from making a pile on top of you. Once he saw that you were comfortable, he turned to leave.
“Probably for the best,” you said, “I don’t want to get you ill too.”
Harry stopped at the doorway and looked over to you. “I’m not leaving you alone like that.”
“Harry–”
“I don’t get sick, I’ll be fine.”
Before you could argue with how silly of a statement that was, Harry disappeared. A few minutes passed before he returned with painkillers, a bottle of water, and a mug of hot tea. He carefully placed the drinks and painkillers on the side table next to you, and grabbed the corner of the duvet.
“Move up,” he said plainly.
“I’m dead serious about getting you ill.”
“I’ve looked after Jesse every single time she’s been ill in her entire life, I’ve never once caught anything from her.” He could see the doubt in your tired face. “Sweetheart, I’ll be fine. Move over.”
Begrudgingly, you shuffled over and let Harry climb in next to you. You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better as soon as Harry’s arms were all around you again. He leaned you up against his side so you could breathe better and then wasted no time covering the top of your head in kisses.
You looked up to Harry and smiled. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you so much.”
Harry grinned and gave you a squeeze. “I love you too.”
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jackiequick · 1 year ago
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Meet The Wells - Harry Wells Fic
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Tv Show: The Flash
Setting: Season 4
Pairing: Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells x Leanna ‘Lea’ O’Conner
Featuring: One of the best characters on the show, Cisco Ramon!
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The morning everything pretty well. Team Flash was doing their usual work at S.T.A.R LABS. Discussing lunch breaks, new metas they possibly discovered, new experiments to create and plans for the weekend. That was until Harry mentioned friends.
Cisco sat up, “No he’s delusional. That’s because the lack of sleep he’s has been having. Uh, Harry friends are in here!”
Caitlin looked at Barry, who stood there confused, guessing that he’s being sarcastic.
“I got friends other than you guys! You will meet them.” Harry respond, siping his morning coffee.
Cisco gave his second girl a look and asked, “Lea help.”
“I-i know nothing about this.” Lea admitted with her hands up in defense.
“Ramon, believes i don’t got any friends. When i clearly do.” Harry yelled and sighed, typing away on his keyboard, “You told me to go make some friends, right?”
Cisco yelled back, “Yeah but last time i checked, you don’t have any friends besides us!”
Leanna who was tinkering with her tools looked up and nodded, “Yup! I did tell you that. Actually I’m curious to meet your friends, but I gotta hand some paperwork over to Joe first.”
She stood up, giving her boyfriend of 3 years now, a quick kiss on the cheek, in which Harry wraps his hand around her waist pulling her in for one more starling kiss. Clearly he was excited for today.
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Cisco and Harry were in the speed lab being introduced to their scientific ragtag team of friends. But it wasn’t what Cisco suspected Harry’s friends to be. One of them even practically threw Cisco Ramon out of the speed lab for being annoyed and offended. Lea walked in, confused onto why her best friend ran out of there but her confusion came to a pause after what she see saw.
There stood right in front of her brown eyes the doppelgängers of Harrison Wells. Not 1, not 2, but 3 Harrison Wells in the speed lab. And if add Harry, that makes 4! In total stood 4 very different variants of Harrison Wells, going from one with gray hair and a turtleneck to one with war general uniform like he just lost an eyeball for God’s sakes.
She didn’t know to laugh at how insane this is or internally whine about this little endeavor being oddly weird for her. But at the same time she was very much integrated into this new situation. She met versions of Wells beforehand but this was completely different. Before she can even say a word or pull together another set of thoughts, when a voice called out to her. More or less a catcall followed by a cheeky whistle.
“Who is this little beauty queen? She’s finer than a flower on a summer morning!” Yelled out a rusty almost burnt blonde Wells in a red rode and slippers.
Lea didn’t realize they were staring at her that moment, quickly fixing her dark gray shirt with tiny daisies scattered all over and dark jacket she borrowed from her friend, Caitlin Snow, earlier that week. She firstly mouth a small “What the fuck?” to Harry as he jogged over swiftly taking her hand with ease. The man was clearly excited about this.
“Honey, come meet my new friend!” He exclaimed holding a grin, returning back to earlier spot but this time with her next to him, “This is Harrison Wolfgang Wells, H. Lothario Wells and Wells 2.0. Men, this is Leanna O’Conner.”
All 3 of them smiled at the lady. Wolfgang Wells stayed wondering his eyes at the brunette, as if he trying to pin point something in particular.
Lea had to just smile politically for the 3 idiots to go sight seeing on her, if allowed. Without a second later the women dragging Harry out into the hallway for a quick chat.
“Harry, honey, what the hell?!” She whispered yelled.
“What the hell? What do you mean ‘what the hell?’?” He whispered yell back.
“Are you out of your mind? Have you officially lost your marbles?!”
“You asked me to make some friends and that’s exactly what I did!”
“When I told you to make friends, I didn’t mean with yourself!”
“They’re technically NOT me! They’re my double hitting doppelgängers from other earths and one of the biggest baddest brightest mind out there.”
“Again! There’s literally 3 of you in that room, all three of them ready to make goo goo eyes at me and oh yeah, one of you is enough but a friend group of Wells that’s just—”
“Sweetie I can handle this. There is nothing to worry about, they’re just charming and intelligent people with different kinds of backgrounds. It’s gonna go great. I promise.”
“You promise? Cause—”
“Lea it’s fine! I got this.”
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Once the couple walked back in, Lea announced the plan with Harry, but the second they all heard her voice they looked at her like 3 somewhat trained dogs. Harry had to scuff down a laugh, snorting a smidge.
Sandy hair blonde Wells aka H. Lothario Wells, grinned at her. He found her pretty and said, “Say, gorgeous you got any sisters? Or are you free this Sunday night?”
She blushed chuckling as she shook her head ‘No’ as Harry face them with a glare saying that Lea was HIS girlfriend. So hands off fellas!
Wells 2.0 spoke up, “I had a Lana on my earth…”
“Really? How was I like?” Lea asked, her eyes perked up curious about the answer.
“I wouldn’t know, she died or was it that she left the country? Oh well, i don’t remember! Ladies on my earth aren’t as nice looking as you.”
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The four of them kept talking, mainly Harry and his doubles, Lea just stayed sitting back writing on her iPad a few notes on an old equipment and equations. She listened every once in a awhile to their conversation, walking in and out of the lab to other part of the building or heading down to Jitters for some java.
Blowing a kiss to all 3 copies of Wells as she left. All of them stayed with a loopy and cheeky smiles after that. Harry Wells was the lucky one, he actually got a kiss of the cheek.
Returning with a coffee for her boyfriend, after handing one to Caitlin and Cisco she heard it. “Annie..” said the voice. It belongs to Wolfgang Wells, who staying eyeing her for the moment due stepped into the room in the first place. She rarely heard that nickname tossed around but it been said plenty of times beforehand. Only Cisco or Barry will throw that nickname out.
“That’s Leanna, not Annie, can you believe this guy fellas?” Replied Sandy Wells with a chuckling, figuring his doppelgänger was nuts in the head or something.
“No, Annie O’Conner..” Wolfgang Wells said once again with curiosity and confidence in his tone.
“Yeah he’s right.” Lea confirmed his wording, “Did you know a version of me, on your Earth?”
“My wife.”
“We’re married?”
Harry’s eyes darted towards them, mumbling, “You married a verison of her? When?”
“Yeah but I left her. Too much of a handful.” Wolfgang said with a shrug.
Lea gasped, “HANDFUL? I will have you know that I’m not a handful, you guys are. No offense, Harry..”
Wolfgang snickered, “You sound like her too! I left her cause we fell out of love, she was too uptight and I was too busy to care.”
“OUCH!”
“But I think still love her very much. Still, love is love. I think we all got a verison of this lady on our earths, right?”
Sandy Wells chuckled, “Mhmmmm! I do. She’s my 2 A.M bootycall. Speaking of which…”
Just like that, blondie wells was gone saying he got business to take care of. Leanna jaw dropped, meanwhile Harry held back a little smile, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand.
All 3 men went back to work. But the looks Wolfgang and 2.0 didn’t go unnoticed, glancing at the half Asian brunette every once in a while. Both men saw something in her, and they liked it. Harry had to snap their towards himself instead and looping a hand on his girlfriend’s waist to signify that once again she’s taken!
The men were talking over one another and bickering more often than not about the topic. Honestly it was kinda hilarious.
Cisco walked in soon enough with a smile, “Soo Council Of Wells, how are we doing? Any progress or we just chitchatting about who’s smarter?” 
Leanna chuckled at the last part, because half of it was true.
Harry on the other hand groaned in annoyance, “It’s not going anywhere! We can’t even agree on what method to use.”
“What? You had an entire day.”
“I know! I know!”
“Is it cause Lana is distracting them?”
This time Lea spoke up, “HEY! Right here you know?! First we’re complimenting me, then you’re treating me like a diamond in the rough and now you’re insulting me?! What is it? Leanna Day and I didn’t get the memo?!”
“Well welcome to my life, girlfriend! Theses guys love to do the same thing to me! Ain’t so easy, isn’t it?” Cisco repiled back, tossing her a glare.
“Ohhh, so this is the way your framing this, huh?”
“I guess so, Annie!”
“Cisco I swear—!”
“Wait?”
“What?” Harry asked.
“Isn’t there a 3rd one? Isn’t there 3 of—”
He pointed out there was only 2 Wells standing there, not the original 3 from the beginning of the day. Harry was about to say something about it but as if on cue, Sandy haired Wells reappeared with a cheeky grin blabbing on about something.
Sandy turned toward the trio with a smile, “Oh sorry! Had to take care of some off camera business—”
“OHH MY GOD!” Cisco shouted holding a hand, covering whatever it was he didn’t want to see.
This Wells had his pants down, showing everything his mother gave him. Harry tried to looked away, his face accidentally saw it. Leanna just blinked, gasping as she turned around burying his face in her boyfriend’s black shirt.
“What?” Asked Sandy Wells softly , confused.
“I can see your Frank and beans.” Said Wolfgang, looking rather uncomfortable.
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“Come on, now. Do my best thinkin' commando,” Sandy defends himself with a shrug, “Plus, it ain't like we all haven't seen it before. Especially, you little missy.”
“I haven’t seen it!” Cisco yelled, sounding funny and offended by the fact.
He shoots a wink Leanna’s way and she feel like she can’t help but peek her face towards all the men in the room. She saw so much more than clearly expected today! Like Jesus Christ! She rested her head, still sorta hiding her face in her boyfriends shirt.
She didn’t look confident or heroic in that moment.
Harry placed a comforting hand on her head, holding his lady while smiling at her embraced blushing and embarrassment.
Cisco held back a couple of laughs, “Aww! You’re traumatizing the poor girl! But seriously, dude put that away..please.”
Wolfgang agreed with Cisco for once.
“Ah, you Earth Folks. You are so uptight.” Sandy replied pulling up his pants.
“Ah, alright! Can we get back to the take at hand? We need answers.”
Suddenly all men started throwing out suggestions left and right, speaking over one another not allowing Cisco nor Harry to keep a full sentence in.
Lea’s ears were ringing loudly and she groaned in annoyance, “Okay! That’s enough!”
“Enough? We’re just getting started!” Add 2.0 Wells, in which causing another explosion of words being thrown around.
Clearly Harry was losing it having enough of this shit and yelled, “Guys! Guys! Ga—gentlemen!” Grabbing all their attention he continued, “Clearly this isn’t working. And just for the record, it’s not me, it’s you.”
With a simple push of a button, all three holograms disappeared, leaving the trio to themselves.
“This, was a bad idea.” Harry said walking back, placing his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders whispering, “You okay?”
“It’s like your junk was burnt into my brain.” Cisco answered instead.
“Your welcome.”
Leanna did not answer or add into the previous statement, just walking out with a hand covering her ears silently. Harry and Cisco shared a tired look, figuring something bothered her..
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Him and Cisco were talking for a bit, the genius still grumbling about what happened. That he needed to accept the facts and himself, since they are technically his doppelgängers but still. He didn’t truly like it too much.
Until he found her.
Harry found his girlfriend in his lab, scribbling in a notebook wearing her noise canceling headphones, that both him and Cisco carefully crafted her due to her meta human abilities, and playing with her bangs.
He sighed, knowing she was flashed today and practically felt just as insulted as he was. But because Leanna was more of a sensitive soul in the relationship, rather busy lately with Iris’s wedding planning, and helping the team with their issues. Along with the overheating bickering wasn’t probably too pleasant to her ears.
He winced, taking a marker to the whiteboard and tapping it against the clear sided screen. Harry walked over to her, tapping her shoulder and simply asked, “Hey, are you alright?”
“Hm?” She asked, removing her headphone registering what he said and chuckled, “Oh! Yeah honey I’m fine.”
“Isn’t that my line? Lea, honey, what happened? You kinda snapped at them.”
“Yeah well, so did you!…I, uh, umm wasn’t expecting today. Part of me knew something was gonna happen! I felt like I was being pulled left and right. I mean 4 Wells in one room, that’s overwhelmingly surprising and kinda chaotic..no offense.”
“None taken! They are just huge self minded, idiots. Uptight, roughly insulting, snooty and just jerks. I—I didn’t think it would go like that! Hell they flashed you and choose to make eyes at you the whole time. Treated you like you were an prize to be won and be thrown away…no one was paying attention to anything and just talking over one another! Jesus…”
Leanna stayed quiet hearing him rant about how he felt about the situation and the protection his mind created, recognizing things she didn’t notice until now. It made her feel better, knowing that she got the best Wells in the multiverse. All he wanted was to make some more friends and figure out a way to help with his teammates issues.
But instead, he realized that rather became a host and solid choice for a complete conversation than the other guys. He also felt sorta good about himself being one to unlock the door to an O’Conner’s heart unlike his counterpart.
“I uh, don’t take you for granted, you know?” Harry said, with a soft grin.
“I figured as much. You stayed.” She replied with a tired smile.
“Wolfgang had a version of you then lost you, 2.0 Wells was just gah not—the best thing with women and uh, Lothario was something else where uh, you know!”
Lea chuckled and nodded, “Oh I know! I..I know!”
Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “But in all seriousness, Leanna I love you and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that—us, today.”
“I’ve been part of Team Flash for so long, where something like that shouldn’t surprise me but it did. It was chaotic chapter for the books, but I really hope that doesn’t happen again!”
“It better not! I can’t take another moment with those guys. They’re one of the most annoying minds of the multiverse!”
“Harry, honey..”
“What?
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
She stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at the man gently grinning. He looked down at her, placing a hand on the small of her back, smiled softly confused since she left her second line incomplete.
“For being you! You came to this Earth and took it as it is, trying to help it. And those idiots, didn’t have to FaceTime us but they did. Because you would’ve done the same thing.” She added.
“Of course I’ve would’ve, I kinda like you guys. Especially you and Dr. Snow.” Harry admitted.
“Most importantly, you fell for me. All those other versions of Lea and Wells don’t know what they’re missing.”
“Well, technically, this wasn’t planned. I came to another earth for one goal. But we sorta happened.”
“Do you regret it?”
He leaned down, cupping her cheek a bit, “No.”
“Why’s that?” She asked, leaning in.
“Because it proves my multiverse theory. Every version of you or me, ends up being with an such interesting partner.”
“I love that theory.”
“I know you do.”
Harry closed the space between them, tossing in a few solid pecks of Lea’s waiting lips. A couple of sweet nothings and laughs were thrown into the mix, chatting about getting Big Belly Burger later.
When suddenly..
“Oh come on!”
Came Cisco’s voice, standing at the door with his hands on his hips.
“Seriously? Y’all didn’t need my help making her feel better.” Cisco said.
Lea snorted and smiled, as Harry tossed his friend a playful grin, only ever reserved for Cisco Ramon. 
“We’re heading to Big Belly Burger later, you coming?” asked Lea.
“Oh hell yes!” He replied, replacing the frown with a smile, snatched up his friend from Harry into his arms for a hug and yelling, “She was mine first.”
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stars-are-just-ghosts · 8 months ago
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CALLING ALL HARRISCO READERS
It's that time of year again when the urge hits me to write some one-shots starring our two favorite idiots-in-love: Harrison 'Harry' Wells and Francisco 'Cisco' Ramon. So I'm throwing out a fishing line into the Harrisco ether with some one-shot prompts as bait. Choose from the following and in-box me with a letter and number! Do you want more than one? I've got you covered! Do you have your own idea you'd like me to tackle? I'm totally on board! Here is my Harrisco one-shot collection so far, if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2535001 I'm excited to get this ball rollin'. I know our ship has taken some hits and is still small. But gosh darn, if it isn't still mighty. So send me those prompts. And please reblog for anyone else you know who loves Harrisco! Happy viewing to all the readers/art lovers, and happy creating to all the fandom creators! -QuietDarkness A) Angst: 1. “You’re allowed to fall apart a little.” 2. “I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I've got.” 3. “I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.” 4. “You’re the love of my life. I wish I were yours.” 5. “I pushed you away because you deserve better.” B) Silly: 1. "Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." 2. "Don't look for any redeeming qualities. I don't have any." 3. "He's crazy, and just when you think you've reached the bottom of his crazy, you find a crazy underground parking garage." 4. "I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention." 5. "If my day gets any worse, I'm asking Hell if they have an exchange program." C) Phobia: 1. Achluphobia / Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness / Fear of dark 2. Pyrophobia: Fear of fire 3. Somniphobia: Fear of sleep / nightmares 4. Trypanophobia: Fear of needles/injections 5. Autophobia: Fear of being alone D) Comfort: 1. "You, me, blanket fort." 2. "Tell me how to help." 3. "We can stay here as long as you need." 4. "Do you need a hug?" 5. "I won't leave you." E) Whump -pick either Harry or Cisco-: 1. Harry or Cisco gets shot. 2. Harry or Cisco gets stabbed. 3. Harry or Cisco gets kidnapped. 4. Harry or Cisco gets tortured. 5. Harry or Cisco has memory loss. F) Other: 1. Marriage proposal 2. First date 3. First time 4. Jealousy 5. AU (You decide!) G) BONUS: Your own prompts! Throw em at me!
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thatsandwichguy · 9 months ago
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I've been going on in my head for months about how I would do The Flash's Season 9 differently, and at this point, I just might do something about it. I'm just not sure what medium to do it in, I'd love to do a 13-issue fan comic run, but I don't have the skill or resources to draw that out, so I guess average Tumblr fanfiction it is. I know there are probably other people who may have thought about this and are probably better at it than me, but I still want to take a crack at it. If you ever decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it.
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miss-eli-starfleet · 5 months ago
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Hey guys
I posted my first AO3 fanfic. It’s done in collaboration with a good friend of mine.
It’s Bart Allen centric :) Give it a read if it interests you maybe?
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aliengirl99 · 1 year ago
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Fic of the week
I'll be recommending one of my favorite fanfics once or twice a week. This week's is;
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Ok, so this isn't one fic, it's a bunch of 1 or 2 chapter short stories. All Harrisco, several with Jesse messing with team flash. Remember to read the tags yourself.
Enjoy!
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kitkatt0430 · 6 months ago
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Director's commentary on 'The Curious Case of Harrison Wells' please!
Ah, one of my unfinished multi-chapters (it will get there). I started this one for a FlashVibe week event, though the final intent for the fic is Barry/Cisco/Hartley.
It's super AU while still having a very similar starting premise to the show and I had a lot of fun coming up with the backstory on this one.
So, much like on the show, the Reverse Flash killed Nora Allen and Henry was arrested for her murder and sent to jail. Barry goes to the Wests and spends his junior high (middle school? it's one or the other depending on the school district) and high school years with them. Unlike in canon, Barry's crush on Iris turns into a much more sibling-esque relationship. They're besties and not quite brother and sister and there's definitely no romantic interest there. Also, Joe was there the night Henry was arrested, but was otherwise not involved in the case against Henry because it was a conflict of interest for him. Especially with him fighting for custody of Barry.
During Barry's senior year, the case against Henry is reopened due to the officers who were in charge of Henry's case being revealed as dirty cops. Turns out they suppressed evidence that there was indeed a third party in the house that night and since, unlike in canon, Barry edited the events that night to make the man in the lightning a more believable man dressed in yellow... Barry's testimony about the night holds more weight with even Joe believing him from the start. Henry ends up released from jail and Barry spends his college years living with his dad.
Barry still goes into forensic science and gets a master's degree so he can work for the city because... well, he doesn't trust the police to police themselves so he'll do it himself.
During Barry's college years, Henry meets Tina McGee and the two fall in love and get married. Barry and Tina get along excellently and Henry is Tina's second love too, as her first husband died some years earlier.
As a CSI Barry get a bit of a reputation about being a hardass about evidence handling - but the thing with Ralph doesn't happen. I've got plans for him but he's actually a good cop here. Instead when Barry sees that a murder case involving the DeVoes is being grievously mishandled, he investigates himself and is promptly framed for the murder of Clifford DeVoe by Clifford himself. His innocence is proven fairly swiftly but some of his things are stolen by cops and though he gets most of it back... his mistrust in the police has basically been proven to be entirely right and Barry just can't bring himself to work there anymore. He does, however, have the right degrees + experience to get a PI's license and that brings him to where he's at when the fic begins.
Meanwhile, Eobard's plot with STAR Labs has seen numerous setbacks. While Eobard still has access to the Negative Speed Force (still intended to be an artificially created speed force here), he's unable to time travel on his own since it's not the real deal. He's been bolstering his portfolio by stealing the innovations of others and using his lawyers to keep it quiet. But things finally fall apart when Hartley - backed by his parents who were quietly reconciling with him - is able to prove that Harrison Wells was covering up dangerous flaws in the accelerator. The final blow that Eobard is unable to dodge. So instead he's gone to ground, leaving behind a trail of evidence that will eventually tie him to Nora Allen's murder. And he knows it'll come out eventually, his obsession with Barry is simply too strong.
For Eobard, Barry is the Flash whether he has powers or not and being powerless puts Barry at the disadvantage. He may need Barry to get those powers in order to go home, but he's torn by his hatred of the Flash too. Hence the taunting message left when Barry investigates Ferris Air and nearly stumbles across Eobard who'd been hiding out there.
Eobard is definitely intended to be creepy in a silent, ominous presence in the background sort of way here while Barry, Cisco, Hartley, Caitlin, and Ronnie slowly unravel the lies of Harrison Wells to discover the true identity hiding underneath. Though eventually he'll get tired of waiting and finally show his face. Will it be Harrison Wells face or his original one? That... I actually haven't decided yet.
I do intend to make this a two-part series. The first fic dealing with Eobard Thawne and the second one swinging back around to deal with the supposedly dead Clifford DeVoe in what is intended to be titled "The Curious Case of Clifford DeVoe".
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emerald-hobbit · 18 days ago
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Cruel to be Kind
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Wells had been sitting at Cisco’s bedside for a little over an hour working on a tablet when it happened. Cisco wheezed. It was quiet, but Wells looked up immediately. Cisco wheezed again and again. The monitoring equipment started beeping more urgently to warn of a lowering blood oxygen and rising heart rate. Oh god damn it.
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Or Cisco gets injured and it falls to Eowells to take care of him
Whumptober Day 25 - Being Monitored
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mcbenson25 · 1 year ago
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More Than He Bargained For Part 8
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part
A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.
Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language
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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.
A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.
"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.
"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.
"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.
Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.
Get over it.
"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.
The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.
"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.
Here we go with this.
Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.
"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.
How stupid.
"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.
Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Oh have I hit a soft spot?
Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."
Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.
This was going to be good.
"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.
Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."
Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.
Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."
Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.
"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."
Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.
Okay maybe not the best idea.
He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."
"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.
"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.
Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"
"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."
That's what I thought.
"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”
Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.
Time to get the party started.
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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.
Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.
Why don't we just use-
Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.
Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.
Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.
The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.
Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.
"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”
Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.
However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.
Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.
Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.
Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.
Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.
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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...
Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"
Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."
You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.
Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."
You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.
"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.
"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.
Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.
"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."
You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."
Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."
Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.
"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"
Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"
Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."
Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X
Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."
Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."
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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.
What a moron.
"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.
"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."
Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?
"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.
"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.
We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.
"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.
I'll say.
"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."
There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.
"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.
To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.
Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."
"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.
"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.
"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."
"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."
Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"
It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.
"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."
"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.
"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.
Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.
Oh no, Barry. Not this time.
Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"
He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.
He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.
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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"
A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.
Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"
"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.
Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.
"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.
Why?
Why wasn't I enough?
Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."
Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.
Eddie was gone.
Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.
Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.
But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"
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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.
Make it stop.
Please, make it all stop.
Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.
"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.
Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.
"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.
Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.
No. He wouldn't... would he?
But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.
You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."
It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.
You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.
Why did this have to be so complicated?
It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.
Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.
And you hoped it would work.
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"Will it work?"
Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.
"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.
Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."
Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.
Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.
"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."
Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.
Oh please.
Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.
"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."
I could just strangle her.
The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.
A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.
"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."
Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.
"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."
Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.
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^^^Flashback^^^
Oh my head...
Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.
"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.
The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."
"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.
Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.
"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.
"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.
"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.
"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.
Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"
A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.
With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."
As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.
You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"
Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"
A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"
He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."
His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."
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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...
Especially when you falling.
Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.
The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.
Dread swelled within you.
Maybe this wasn't the best idea...
As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.
Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.
"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.
Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.
"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"
Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"
The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"
"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"
There was silence as you both looked at each other.
"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.
"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."
Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.
"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."
His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.
As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.
Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.
"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."
And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.
As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.
Something told you that things were about to get ugly.
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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 · 4 months ago
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Feel free to send emoji’s and I try to make something based off that for a character (I feel more like doing Eobard and Wells) 🩵 it my be headcannons or a short story
I think this will help my writers block :’)
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sarawritestories · 1 year ago
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The Trade
Harry Wells x Fem Reader
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Tags: @eonash @twilightlover2007 @yetanotherwells
Summary: It's the holiday season and Y/N's favorite time of year. Knowing Harry is upset not being with his daughter to celebrate the holidays. Y/N knows the perfect gift for him.. even if that means she has to sacrifice her freedom to get it.
Content warning: kidnapping, taunting, and a big cliffhanger
Word count: 1404 words
She should have been at the West House celebrating the holidays with her friends. Though, the last few days were bothering Y/N as she was interacting with her favorite grump from Earth-2. He was not himself. He was withdrawn, barely made smart insulting comments to Cisco, and barely bantered with her. It didn’t take her long to figure out why. He was missing his daughter and not being able to celebrate the joyous season with his family. So that was why she was in the industrial district shivering in her long sleeve dress, doing nothing to retain warmth, instead of enjoying Grandma Esther’s egg nog.
Y/N heard a car door slam and peeked from around the empty rig where her own car was parked. Seeing Harry get out of the S.T.A.R Labs van. She decided to move closer to get a better view as she reached the S.T.A.R Labs van as a breach opened, and Zoom appeared. Y/N pressed herself flush against the vehicle as she peeked over with wide eyes watching the speedster approach Harry.
The two men were having a discussion she couldn’t make out what they were staying and was focusing on staying out of sight. A flash of light illuminated the night sky as another breach opened only for it to close just as fast as Zoom returned with a young woman with short brown hair her clothes dirty. “Jessie,” she whispered to herself. Harry embraced her tightly, and just as quickly as she was in his arms, a father and daughter reunited. She was gone, and he was holding air. Y/N’s heart broke for the scientist. She wasn’t close enough to see his face, but she knew that he was in pain, losing his daughter for the second time.
Zoom returned once again and began to speak. Her heart pounding in her ears, her body had started to move before her brain could catch up with her. “Zoom!” Y/N screamed out her voice, not sounding like her own, as it echoed throughout the open space. Both men looked in her direction, Harry’s eyes widened as his mouth parting slightly stunned.
The evil speedster turned back Harry, “I told you to come-“
Y/N held up her hands and interrupted him, “He didn’t know I was here, Zoom. I saw him leave I followed him. He had no idea I was here.”
Zoom sped up to her, causing her to stumble slightly. He circled around her like a shark stalking his prey. He stopped behind her, his masked face close to her ear as he whispered, “Is that so?”
She forced herself to straighten her back, resisting the urge to shiver at his close proximity. “Yes, and I have an offer for you.” She moved her head to the side to meet his gaze, staring into his black orbs as lightning was rippling off his body. She provided some distance between her and the speedsters, walking towards Harry on the platform.
Harry’s blue eyes locked on hers as he grabbed her arm and whispered, “What are you doing, Y/L/N.”
She gave him a small reassuring smile and patted his hand slowly removing his hand from her arm. She turned back to Zoom, who followed her back to the platform, choosing not to use his speed, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Y/N took a deep breath and took a step away from Harry and closer to Zoom, “I propose an exchange,” she met his eyes, and a shiver rippled her body this time. “Give Harry back his daughter,” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry’s head snap toward her, but she refused to meet his gaze.
Zoom tilted his head, “In exchange for?”
At this question, Y/N turned to Harry and gave him another smile, his face a combination of realization and shock on his face. She turned back to the evil speedster, “Me, Zoom, In exchange for me.”
“No! Absolutely not.” Harry protested, reaching out to grab her hand, but she moved too quickly to for him to pull her away and got closer to Zoom.
“Think about it. If you keep his daughter, you only hurt two people. But as someone who is close to Team Flash, you take me, you can cause pain to a larger number of people.”
“What makes you think that I wouldn’t just keep you both?”
Y/N bit her lip in contemplation of the question. She crossed her arms, “Because you take me, you agree to my terms. Leave Harry and His daughter here on this Earth and let them live with the guilt and the pain of someone sacrificing herself to protect them. A pain that would be lifelong.” She shrugged, secretly hoping that he would take the bait.
Zoom walked up to her, his tall frame crowding her space, his face getting close to hers, “What are your terms?”
Y/N tampered her excitement that her plan was working, “Five minutes to say good-bye to Harry.” She added, “That gives you enough time for you to grab Jessie.”
Zoom moved from her face and nodded his head, and sped into a breach.
Y/N turned to Harry, who had tears in his eyes. “Princess,” He whispered.
She briskly walked towards the scientist, “Don’t. I’m doing this to save your daughter, and I don’t want you to feel guilty.” She grabbed his face gently with both of her hands and pressed her forehead to his. “Listen to me, okay? You are going to go to the West house and tell them what happened to me.” As her eyes were closed, she could feel his hands wrapping on top of hers. Her voice waivered slightly as she continued, “Then you tell them to close all the breaches.”
She felt his hands pull hers from his face as he lifted his head. Her eyes opened, and he began shaking his head fervently, “Absolutely not, I know I’m not the only one who will object to that idea. We will not leave you stranded alone with him.” He squeezed her hands, “I will not leave you.” He whispered.
She met his eyes, taking in the vibrant shade of blue, committing it to memory as she smiled, “They will if you tell them that’s the only way to keep this city safe from him. Harry, they will listen to you because they trust you just like I do.” She pulled her hands away only to embrace him in a hug.
Y/N felt his arm around her waist, the other holding the back of her head tenderly. His voice waivered as he asked, “Why? Why are you doing this, Y/N? You could walk away right now.”
The younger woman pulled away from him and smiled, “It’s the holidays, Harry. You should have your family with you on the holidays.”
Harry rubbed his hand over his face, “Princess, I-“ He looked at her, not knowing what to say, so instead, he grabbed the back of her neck and crashed his lips onto hers.
Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach as she returned the kiss, though it was brief. She pulled away from the kiss right as the breach opened, and Zoom and the young girl emerged. The two faced them as they walked toward them. Y/N turned back to the Earth-2 scientist, “Promise me that you will have the team close the breaches.”
Harry gives her a curt nod, pain in his eyes, “I promise, Princess.” The young woman that was in Zoom’s captivity rushed past them into her dad’s eye.
In a moment, she was thwarted from Harry and suddenly in a cage in a dark grungy room. Her hands bound above her head. She struggled in her bonds as Zoom’s voice boomed through the cave, “You are a fool.” His voice grabbed her attention.
Y/N gave him a sly smile, “Funny a lot of people tell me that, and yet I now get to confront you, alone,” she paused and looked in his direction, “Jay.”
Zoom stood still for a brief moment, Y/N’s heart rate speeding up. Then he reached back and pulled his mask off to reveal what the young woman had been suspicious of the whole time. Jay revealed his face with a maliciously smiling at her as he sped closer to her. He grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Oh sweet little, Y/N, we’re going to have so much fun.”
TO BE CONTINUED..
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brianllamawrites · 9 months ago
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Love Bites (Vampire!Sherloque Wells X Reader)
A/N: Buckle up because this is a long one! I've re-read and re-written this so many times, I really hope it's okay lol. I never know what to put in terms of warnings, but as the title suggests, there is vampire biting and (probably medically inaccurate) blood loss in this fic. Also, sorry if the French is bad, I used several online translators but I can never be sure how accurate they are.
Word Count: 5255
Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells @mcbenson25 @yetanotherwells (Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in anything!)
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There was a metahuman running rampant throughout STAR Labs. You weren’t sure how they got in, what their powers were, or what they wanted, but you knew they were very angry and were determined to let everyone know about it. The moment the security alarm went off, the poor few of you who were still around at five in the morning had scattered, hoping it would be harder for the meta to track you all down. Being the only one around with powers, Cisco took it upon himself to hunt the hunter. You had all tried Barry’s phone but there was no response.
Sherloque ran off before you did, and before your survival instincts had the chance to kick in, you decided to go on a secret hunt on your own. You had suspected something was off with him almost immediately. Sure, the reason why he attracted your attention in the first place may have been the way he looked at you when he first arrived, but no amount of winks and little smiles could hide all the weird things you noticed. He refused to leave the building until after the sun had set, kept far away from windows and mirrors, and acted so, so strangely whenever someone was bleeding. You tried to ignore it at first, but it was all too coincidental for it not to mean anything. After months of research and spying, you came to one conclusion: 
Sherloque Wells was a vampire.
Okay. Vampire was a strong accusation. It was why you hadn’t told anyone yet. Why you were stalking him through corridors whilst a criminal was threatening everyone's lives. You just couldn't help yourself. Too many vampire novels, Joe would say, but after years of facing metahuman after metahuman, you longed to get your hands on something supernatural. And it was just an added bonus that the supernatural thing you had found was a Harrison Wells doppelganger. It was as if the universe had gift-wrapped him for you – that is, if he turned out to be a friendly vampire of course. You hadn’t decided on what you were going to do if he was secretly evil. Probably scream, get bit, and then die, unfortunately. Although, the getting bit part didn’t sound all that bad – not if it was anything like the novels you had read, anyway.
Sherloque turned the corner into the lounge and you paused at the doorway to eavesdrop. A few footsteps here. A few footsteps there. A few… Nothing. You held your breath and edged as close to the doorway as you could without being seen, but it was like no one was in the room at all. Just pure, eerie silence. Peeking your head around the entrance, you took a brief glance around; the room was large and open, there were no hiding places, and there was no Sherloque Wells.
Against every cell in your body shouting at you that it was a bad idea, you took a deep breath in and crept into the lounge. Your footsteps filled the room with a solitary echo. The city night lights spilt through the giant windows, pulling you out of the dark and towards the soft glow. Drawn towards the window, with the skyline catching your eye, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Something– Someone was watching you.
You span around. Darting your eyes all over the room trying to follow the shadows that flitted in your peripheral. There was movement. A lot of it. You could feel it in the air. But god forbid, you couldn’t see a single thing. You started to shuffle backwards and attempted to control your breathing but it was a fight against your lungs that you were already losing.
Your back hit something cold and solid, and it was not the window. Fingers grasped your arm and jerked you around.
“Hello chérie."
Yanking your arm away, you stepped out of reach and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.
“Sherloque.”
“It’s not very sensible to follow me when there’s a criminal on the prowl.”
Slowly, the detective began to circle you, like an animal stalking its prey. There was a look in his eyes that sent a chill down your back.
“Then again,” he continued, “something tells me it's not the criminal that has your attention, is it? No. You’ve had your eye on me ever since I arrived, studying me just as I study the case of Cicada. I’m afraid your interest has not gone unnoticed.” 
The detective stopped right in front of you and leaned in, you could smell the bergamot on his breath. 
“So, my curious little cat, what conclusions have you drawn from watching me?”
You wanted to take a step back. Or at least, you should’ve wanted to take a step back. The thought had definitely crossed your mind. However, the moment his icy blue eyes captured yours, you were fixated. You couldn’t even want to think about running away no matter how hard you tried.
God. Okay. You never intended this to be a big confrontation, but it was happening whether you liked it or not. Right here. Right now. Ignoring the croak in your voice, you mustered up as much confidence as you could and said what needed to be said.
“I think you’re a vampire.”
The phrase made Sherloque’s lips involuntarily widen into an indulgent smile.
“You think?” he teased.
“I know.”
He paused before replying, letting himself appreciate your firm tine. “And do tell, what exactly makes you so sure?”
Words fell out of your mouth, toppling over each other in a big, bumbling mess. Amongst the babbling you managed to get out some kind of accusation.
“Y-you don’t– You don’t have a reflection.”
“And?”
And? And… Shit. The more you tried to think, the harder it was to conjure up any of your memories. It was like that damned smirk of his was chasing away all the evidence you had collected over the months, and not in the usual flirtatious kind of way. He huffed, amused at the panic that had settled on your face – he was enjoying this too much. You weren’t sure what kind of mind games he was trying to play with you, but you weren’t going to stand for it.
“Stop it!”
His eyes glimmered.
“Stop what?” 
“That stupid thing you’re doing with your eyes. You’re hypnotising me or something with your vampire powers. I know it.”
Sherloque innocently placed his hand on his chest. “Moi? Never.”
“Sherloque,” you warned.
The detective took a step back and the fog in your brain had been lifted. You could finally think clearly again, enough to see the two sharp fangs pointing out of Sherloque’s wide grin. Finally, you thought. Finally, something supernatural – and you figured it out without anyone else's help. 
Sherloque leaned back against the window, folding his arms and softening his gaze. “You know,” he started, “I knew this was going to happen.”
You rolled your eyes. “No you didn’t.”
“I hoped this was going to happen. As I said, I've noticed your interest and it is… mutual.”
“Mutual? In what way?”
He shrugged. “You have a sharp eye for details, a master detective appreciates such a thing.”
“Uhuh, is that all?”
“Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux.”
“You know I don’t understand French.” You crossed your arms, hoping he wasn’t mumbling an insult.
Sherloque hesitated; a myriad of confessions lingered on the tip of his tongue. You were brave enough to confront him, but he wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to confront his own feelings, after all, he didn’t exactly have the best history with falling in love. Five Renee Adlers. All women who he once loved. All women who hated the shit out of him. He couldn’t stand the thought of you hating him like that.
A loud bang echoed down the corridor followed by heavy footsteps and shouting – one of the voices being recognisably Cisco. The footsteps soon stopped, but you both knew neither of you were safe standing in the middle of a big open area.
Your attention darted to the corridor, back to Sherloque, and then over his shoulder. The twinkling lights of the night skyline had diminished and the horizon was growing lighter and lighter by the second. He didn’t have to question you, the look on your face combined with the prickling feeling on the back of his neck told Sherloque everything he needed to know. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other.
“What do we do now?” you asked, watching the detective stiffen his back.
“What do you want to do?” 
“For starters, I would like to leave this room alive.”
Sherloque scoffed. “Is that what you think of me? A murderer?”
“No! But–” you took a step forwards “–vampires need to drink blood right?”
“Oui, the longer you go without it the weaker you become, but a vampire can go many years without consuming blood before dying. And I can assure you, a well-experienced vampire can acquire more than enough blood without killing.”
Sherloque’s eyes were on yours, but you were positive that all his attention had moved to your neck. If he wanted to kill you he would have done it by now, but that didn’t mean you were completely safe. The others didn’t know about Sherloque’s secret for a reason, and now that you knew, you were a threat to that reason, and something had to be done about it.
The top of the sun began to peak over the horizon and Sherloque dropped the smug, in control act that he was playing. Quickly, he took your hand and took a step towards the door, hoping you would follow. You held his hand tightly and didn’t move an inch.
“Ma chérie, I cannot stay here,” he said desperately.
He could have yanked his hand away and left. He could have pulled you off your feet and dragged you out of the room if he really wanted to. But no. He wanted you to come with him, and he wanted you to come willingly.
“I will not harm you, I promise.”
There was no glimmer in his eyes. No tricks being played. You glanced at the sun rising and a part of you wondered if Sherloque would let the sun burn hum just so he could stay with you a little longer. Your stomach grew uneasy at the thought of watching that happen. Turning back to the detective, you nodded and let him lead you out of the room, away from the harsh rays of light spilling through the windows.
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Trying to avoid running into the metahuman problem, you avoided loud noises coming from the lifts and found yourselves in one of STAR Lab’s many abandoned, windowless storage rooms. The lights had yet to be changed into LEDs like the rest of the building, but to your surprise they had no trouble turning on when you flicked the switch and filled the room with a gentle, orange glow. There wasn’t any furnishing, nowhere to sit down, nothing to hide behind. It was a long, empty, concrete box with Sherloque standing at one end, and you at the other.
“I know vampires are supposed to be pale,” you said, “but now that we’re in proper light, you look really pale.”
"Oui. It has been a few months since I last fed." You could feel his eyes on your neck again. "It has been taxing."
“Then why haven’t you found a uh– meal?”
“I may not be human, but I would like to consider myself not a monster.”
“You haven’t found anyone willing.” You bit your lip and averted your gaze. A terrible idea wormed its way into your head. A terrible, stupid idea. The kind that you would read about in your beloved vampire novels.
“Non, not on this earth.” Keeping his eyes on you, Sherloque made his way to the middle of the room. “Not yet, anyway.”
You took a small step towards him. “I suppose you’d be quicker at catching Cicada if you were at full strength, right?”
The detective smiled softly at you. He didn’t need any vampire powers to know what you were thinking. “Ma chérie, if I took enough blood to be at my full strength, you would be very ill for a long time.”
Feeling like a silly teen trying to charm your way into trouble, you took a few more steps closer, just out of arm's reach, and flicked your eyes back up at him. “Then I’ll be in need of someone to take care of me.”
Sherloque hummed as he considered your offering. Oh yes. He could definitely take good care of you. And it would certainly give him more time to think up a charming way of telling you how he truly felt about you.
“Very well, mon amour. I promise I shall take care of you, afterwards,” he said as his eyes darkened with hunger. “If you are sure?”
“I’m sure.”
It all happened so quickly. Before you knew it, Sherloque had closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so close against his chest that you swore, even if he didn’t have enhanced senses, he could hear how fast your heart was beating. He cupped your cheek gently and tilted your head to the side, eyeing up your warm veins. Leaning in, his chilled lips pressed against your hot neck, sucking the spot he had decided on. He lingered, letting his teeth graze the tender bruise he made.
You shuddered feeling his hot breath, and for a split second, you felt those survival instincts of yours telling you to run. Momentarily, you closed your eyes and buried those feelings, trying to focus on Sherloque instead. His nose brushing against your skin. His arms squeezing around your side. His hand on your jaw with his thumb stroking your cheek. Knowing that there was no turning back now made your insides fizz with anxious excitement.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, as if to ask for your permission one last time. You could feel your heart thumping in your head, so loud that if you opened your mouth, you were sure it would be the only sound that would come out. Clenching your jaw to keep yourself composed, you gave Sherloque a reassuring smile. Yes. You have my permission. He smiled back and his eyes glimmered. Just like it happened in the lounge, a foggy haze blanketed your mind, making everything feel like a dream. You didn’t think getting your blood drunk would be painful enough to warrant hypnosis, but you weren’t going to complain about a little bit of supernatural painkiller.
Even under Sherloque’s spell, you could tell that something changed in his eyes. The soft, cold look was overcome with lust, and his lips spread open, revealing those two inhumanly sharp fangs of his. Once more, the vampire leaned into your neck.
You gasped as his teeth pierced your skin with a painless, but sharp pressure. Despite the hypnosis, there was still a small part of your brain that was alert and trying to send you signals that something dangerous was happening. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop from instinctively flinching away, but Sherloque pulled you back, holding you so tightly that you could barely wiggle. Once you were secure in his grip, he continued.
The fangs pulled away, but the lips stayed put. Sherloque licked the blood from your neck, and as soon as it reached the back of his throat, the months of thirst he endured hit him all at once. Suddenly he couldn’t help himself. You were too good. The licking turned into desperate sucking which caused the two of you to stumble. With your back hitting the nearest wall, you let out a whimper and grabbed a fist full of Sherloque’s wavy hair to steady yourself. Usually, the detective was very particular about how his hair looked, but right now he was far too drunk on your blood to care.
You weren’t sure how long it had lasted, but finally, Sherloque pulled away. The moment his arms left you, your legs buckled. Your vision was unfocused and Sherloque was a blur, moving quickly to catch you and softly sit you on the floor. His arms felt much stronger than what you remembered. Kneeling in front of you, he pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, tying it just enough to stop the bleeding – he’d see to it medically when you were properly safe. Seeing your glazed eyes trying to focus on him, Sherloque cupped your face with both his hands and gently guided your attention towards him. You wanted to rub your eyes, but your arms felt impossibly heavy to lift, so you settled on blinking until your vision cleared up and you could actually look at the man in front of you. His pupils were dilated, his once-pale skin was flushed with lively colour, and his lips were wet and red, stained with blood that smeared down his chin. 
“Hmm, you… You look…” you mumbling trailed off.
"Just relax chérie, you won't be able to function normally for a few weeks. Best not to force it."
A door a few corridors away slammed, followed by Cisco shouting. The noises echoed painfully in your ears as they grew closer to your hiding place. 
“I can say for certain,” he stood up, whipped out a handkerchief to clean his face, and then straightened his clothes, “you’ve given me more than enough blood to deal with our intruder. Wait here. Once I return, I shall get you home and take care of you, just as I promised.”
You wanted to object to being left alone, but with a smile and a wink, Sherloque left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
A few minutes passed and the sound of the intruder stopped. You waited for Sherloque to come waltzing back to you, but all you received was silence. A few more minutes passed, and you grew restless. It shouldn’t be taking so long. You made yourself wait a little longer, but the silence was torture. He really should be back by now. A few more minutes and… No. No more minutes. No more waiting. Sure, you were too weak to walk, but you weren’t a damsel in distress, you weren’t going to just sit still in an empty storage room all by yourself. Using the wall, you pushed yourself forwards onto your hands and knees and slowly shuffled towards the door. Your head spun as you moved, but you carried on, determined to find out what was going on.
Aside from Cisco, no one knew what the power the metahuman has, so for all you knew, Sherloque could be in danger. Or maybe Cisco was being overpowered and he was in danger. Or maybe everyone was in danger and you were their only hope of survival. Or maybe everything was perfectly fine and you were worrying about nothing. You really hoped the latter was true because you didn’t need a detective to deduce that you weren’t going to be much help in a fight right now.
You reached the door and strained to lift your arm. Curling your fingers around the door handle, you used your weight to gracelessly heave it open, narrowly avoiding the door swinging into your face. The corridor was dark and empty. No Cisco. No handsome detective. Struggling for breaths, you managed to lean yourself against the doorframe, thrilled at your small accomplishment. You let out a huff, eyes growing tired of staying open. Wherever your dashing vampire was, he better come back for you soon, and he better not be injured.
The hypnotising thing Sherloque did had started to wear off, making you hyper aware of your arms and knees aching, and your neck stinging like hell. Vampire romance novels never mentioned how much being bitten would feel like… well, like being bitten. Something told you that there was a lot about vampires that vampire romance novels don’t mention. For example, it really sucked to wait for what felt like a million stupid years for one of them to come back for you.
A loud look over here kind of cough snapped you out of your miserable thought spiral.
Your head shot up, the movement causing your stomach to swirl and turn, but you were too overwhelmed and excited to care. Finally! Sherloque walked over to you and crouched by your feet. He was a lot less easy to focus on now, but still just as nice to look at.
“Hello trouble. I found Cisco and we put the metahuman in the pipeline. He is dealing with the mess that was made, and I have come to finally take you home–” Sherloque looked at you, then at the open door, then back at you with an amused smile. “Je suis désolé. Was the wait too long for you to handle?”
You opened your mouth, but the back of your throat was too dry to make a quip. Oh. That’s right. The grand trials and tribulations of trying to speak. You swallowed and spoke with as much determination as you could muster.
“You,” you started, your voice hoarse and sore, “were gone–”
“Oui. But I returned, just as I promised.”
“Gone f-for hours!”
Sherloque knitted his eyebrows and frowned, looking down at his pocket watch. He turned it to face you.
“No. I was gone for approximately twelve minutes.”
Suddenly, the detective’s hands were all over you. Face. Shoulders. Neck. Sherloque wasn’t a doctor, but you sat as still as you could and let the man carry out his examination. He promised to take care of whatever state he had left you in, but a part of you was still hoping that your state would be more breakfast in bed and less hospital gown. You attempted to take a slow deep breath, trying to make yourself as calm as the face you were looking at seemed to be, but what you ended you with was shaky and abrupt.
Sherloque stopped and sweetly held you by the shoulders – you could feel the new warmth of his hands through your clothes.
“You’ll be just fine.” His voice was soft and soothing. “I’ll get you home, make you something to eat to get some strength back into you, maybe make some tea to help you sleep– Hey. Hello? Chérie, look at me.”
You didn’t even notice it at first, but everytime you closed your eyes, it was getting increasingly difficult to open them again. With all your aches and pains, you were beyond exhausted. It would be so easy to close your eyes and drift off–
“I need you to stay awake for me,” Sherloque spoke in a slightly raised tone to keep your attention on him. “You can sleep as soon as I get you in bed. But until then, I need you to keep your eyes open. Okay?”
You mumbled that you’d try your best, and then the next few moments were a complete blur.
~
Sherloque had gotten you home… somehow. The details didn’t bother you, you were just happy to finally be home. Sherloque didn’t spare any time to start living up to that promise he made. He attentively tended to your wound, helped you change into pyjamas, and ushered you to bed. It wasn’t until after you had devoured his homemade soup did you lie down to sleep.
You tossed. You turned. You were exhausted beyond all means, but no amount of closing your eyes and hiding under the covers was helping you to fall asleep. Tor-ture. Grumbling, you rubbed your eyes and sat up. It wasn’t that long ago that you were struggling to stay awake. Penance from the universe for finding pleasure in aiding a vampire perhaps? No. He may have been smug, but Sherloque was a good vampire – Your vampire.
“Everything alright?”
Speak of the devil. You looked up at the detective leaning against your doorway and pouted.
“Can’t sleep.”
“No?”
“I know it’s the middle of the day, but my room is more than dark enough with my curtains closed. It’s like I'm too tired to be tired,” You said. “How does that make sense?”
“I bit you. There must still be adrenaline in your body.” Sherloque strolled over to sit by the side of your bed. “Your brain is still in fight or flight mode, bien-aimée, you need to relax.”
“Bien-ahh, uh–”
“Bien-aimée.”
“Bien-aimée,” you slowly repeated . “That’s a new one. What does it mean?”
Beloved.
Sherloque turned his head to look out the window and hummed.
“Maybe I will teach you some French when you get better.” He quickly kicked off his shoes and turned back to you. “But for now, you need to relax and you need to sleep.”
The detective swiftly slid under the covers. You opened and closed your mouth, deciding not to protest, and instead shuffled to make enough room for Sherloque to sit comfortably next to you. For once, you were glad for your small double bed; the lack of space pulling the two of you together, making Sherloque putting his arm around you feel like a natural advancement – the kind you had been trying to hype yourself up to make ever since you got home. 
Somehow, asking a vampire to bite you was less nerve wracking than trying to cuddle up and relax with one. At least when you were running around STAR Labs you had adrenaline and the imposing threat of being hunted by a metahuman to motivate you. Now that the waters had settled, there was nothing to mask the fact that you had just ran head first into some kind of relationship with a detective vampire from another earth who you were half assuming was going to kill you when he found out you were investigating him. 
You leaned into Sherloques side, rested your head against his shoulder. Perhaps it was better not to think too hard about these things. It wasn’t exactly like you were looking to get married the next day, just some good company and some well needed sleep. Feeling Sherloque relax under you, you closed your eyes tight, focusing on his thumb softly rubbing against your arm. The tiredness was really catching up to you now. With the cool, calm darkness granted to you via your black out curtains, and the warm embrace of your duvet wrapped around you and Sherloque, falling asleep no longer felt impossible.
“Relax and sleep,” you mumbled, “I think I can do that.”
Sherloque rested his head on top of yours, listening to the slow rhythm of your breathing. Why on earth he decided to get in bed with you was beyond him. He was so desperate to change the subject that he didn’t give himself time to think about what he was doing. Idiot. Whatever happened to avoiding another Renee Adler situation? They had all moved on but the memories of them – or more so, the memories of the mistakes he made with them – stuck to him like chewing gum in hair.
With a deep sigh, Sherloque closed his eyes. You weren’t her. You weren’t any version of her. But that didn’t stop him from assuming he’d screw things up with you like he had done over and over again with Renee. There was a chance that she and him just weren’t meant to be, but there was another, greater chance that any relationship with Sherloque just wasn’t meant to be – the latter scared him more than direct sunlight ever could. He hoped to God that you were feeling relaxed because inside his head was far from it.
~
To save your sleep schedule from becoming vamperic, you had planned to sleep until the sun had risen again, but it was quarter to midnight when you woke up. You almost weren't sure that you had woken up as you had to pry your eyelids open from deep sleep only to be met with darkness. Sherloque was lying flat on his back and you were still by his side, head still on his shoulder, limbs half sprawled out over him. All your joints ached and the pressure in your head persisted – perhaps it was a good thing that you woke up in the dark because oversleeping left you just as groggy as you felt when you got home.
“Beloved.”
You flinched. It made sense that the vampire next to you was awake during the night, but he was so still and you were so sleepy from waking up that it never got close to crossing your mind. You angled your head to look up at the outline of Sherloques Jaw.
“Huh?”
“Bien-aimée,” Sherloque said gently, staring at the ceiling. “It means beloved.”
The words tingled as you repeated them in your head. Beloved. Beloved. Beloved. 
“Sherloque,” you breathed, “have you been calling me pet names this whole time?”
“Perhaps.”
It didn’t take vampire night vision to see the guilty, smug smile on his face; you bit your lower lip to hide a similar, bashful smile from appearing on your own. Sure. He noticed you noticing him. He took a liking to you. He flirted, bit, and then slept beside you. But it never occurred to you that he had been pining for you far longer than you had been for him. Not trusting the dark to conceal your flustered expression, you turned and smushed your face into Sherloques chest.
“Bien-aimée,” he said gleefully, squeezing his arms around you, “my fondness for you is not new information.”
Despite the tiredness and Sherloques chest muffling your voice, your laugh was undeniably embarrassed. “This. Whole. Time. Sherloque. Why didn’t you say anything?”
The pressure of Sherloques arms slightly loosened, and you were once again thankful for the dark hiding both your face from him and his face from you. Whatever he was thinking of, it wasn’t good, that you were certain of.
Renee. He had to get over it. You weren’t another repeated, doomed relationship. You were new. You were brilliant. And right now you were his and he couldn’t give that up, not for people who lived on different earths and didn’t even understand him properly. 
Your heart was beating fast, and Sherloque couldn’t stand feeling his silence weigh you down any longer.
“A relationship with a vampire isn’t an easy one,” he finally said.
“No relationship is.”
“But especially with me.”
Taking your time as to not worsen your headache, you propped yourself up on your elbows so Sherloque could see your face.
“I’m not one to back down from a challenge, whether it’s supernatural, investigative–” you looked at the uncertainty in Sherloque’s bright, blue eyes “–or emotional. I’m strong enough to work through anything, and I’m sure you are too.”
Your eyes had bags but they were full of so much more life than they were when he first brought you home. If he wanted you to carry on looking at him like that, he’d have to move on. He would move on. 
“My dear, if you believe I am strong enough–” Sherloque smiled at you softly “–then I am strong enough.”
“Good.”
You smiled brightly and leaned forwards, capturing his soft, warm lips with a kiss. 
French translations:
Ma chérie: My dear
Moi: Me
Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux: You have a beautiful smile that I can't take my eyes off
Oui: Yes
Non: No
Je suis désolé: I'm sorry
Bien-aimée: Beloved
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HR Wells and Lea O’Conner One Shot | The Flash Fanfic ⚡️
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“HR your in love, aren’t you?” Lea asked with a grinned, standing in front of the taller man.
“W-what? Me? Me in love? Noooo!” HR tried to defend himself but his eyes said otherwise.
One thing that every Wells they met so held strongly was their eyes and mannerisms. It’s one thing she noticed the 3rd time around with The Wells crew, as much as Harry likes to deny him ever being compared to the others, it was clearly there.
“HR. I can see it in your face and your hand gestures today, matter a fact this whole week.” Lea pointed out with her hands on her hips.
“Maybe.” HR admitted with a goofy grin on his face, “Okay, I am in love!”
“Ooo who’s the pretty girl?”
“Tracy.”
“Tracy?!”
“Yes it’s her!”
HR was grinning and started to blush a bit. It was the cutest thing, rarely do you ever see a Wells blush. Grin like an idiot, yes. Blush? No. Lea started grinning brightly at the sight. HR was one of kindness and most sweetest people she knows, of course Tracy would go out with him.
“I just don’t know how to woo her.” HR admits with a smile fidgeting with his drumsticks a bit.
Lea sat down and nods, “What do you mean? HR, honey, all you gotta do is ring in that classic Wells charm.”
“How, flower? I-I don’t know how women on Earth 1 like to woo..”
“Awwww! First off, if she likes you back then Tracy has great taste in men. And secondly, buy her a small bouquet of flowers and a size small of favorite coffee.”
“Ohhh! I can add a little custom note, like a poem.”
“There you go! Use that writer brain of yours HR. Your a Wells, your clever than anyone.”
HR grinned brightly bouncing up from his chair and with a flicker of his wrist placed his hat on his head. Always a flare for the dramatically sweet moment. Lea laughed a little, practically seeing his gears turning in his head. Always happy to help a friend like him.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, flower! I know excited what I’m going to do!” HR yelled excitedly and pulled her into a adorable embrace, placing a kiss of her forehead always grateful for his friends.
She laughed hugging him back tightly, knowing all he needed was a small push. “Your welcome, HR! Now go on before it’s too late, it’s 2:31pm already!” Lea replied with a smile.
“R-right! I’m going now, don’t tell anyone okay?”
“Of course not. Theses lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul.”
“Promise? At least until I tell Cisco.”
“I won’t tell anyone, HR.”
The writer of Team Flash left with a grin, not before grabbing his black jacket and almost stumbling out the door in excitement. Once she was sure he was gone, she smirked with a dazzling look in her eyes.
“I’mma go tell Caitlin.” Lea said with a cheeky smirk to herself and raced off to the top floor.
⚡️ Thank you for reading this short one shot. I hope you enjoy it!
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