#Harry effortlessly makes Cisco smile

[astarlitsunflower]

I loved your ptsd fic! The way you write Harrisco, being so soft with each other! Also it’s such a nice concept, of Cisco describing the bedroom to Harry for him to snap out of it. I really liked it! And can I request fic as well? Maybe Cicada sees Harry and thinks he’s Eobard and tries to kill him/ hurts him really bad and Cisco just trying to protect and rescue his bf?

Matty you are so sweet and kind I love your blog and your energy sm ✨✨✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

{i am SO SORRY this took so long}

Cisco sighed out and shifted, putting one foot up on the dash as the other rested next to lock of the passenger side door; his back was against Harry’s arm, and his head was dropped back on the top of his shoulder. Downgraded to lookout wasn’t fun, his dumb-dumb being with him made it tolerable, though. “Do we need anything from the store?”

“I ate the last bagel this morning.” Harry said casually, fighting his smile.

Cisco groaned loud, lifting his head to drop it back on Harry’s shoulder. “How? How is that possible? Every time, somehow, every time I buy them you get the last one.”

“What can I say, Ramon?” Harry closed the file he was reading through, SparkNotes on Cicada, making his voice serious “There’s something about this earth….’s bagels, that I’m drawn to, it has to be my Earth-2 vibra-”

He was cut off by Cisco pushing his head to the side, laughing infectious as he sat up and pushed his hair behind his ear. “This is unbelievable,” He laughed, rolling his eyes before looking at Harry again. “I’ll get bagels, anything else?”

Harry shook his head, dropping the file on the dashboard. “Nothing I can think of right now.” He rubbed his hands together before blowing on them. “I am, however, in need of coffee. Want one?” Harry sat up a bit more, pulling the handle so the door cracks open and turns the lights on.

“Yeah, actually. You know how I like it, I’m gonna stay out here, maybe Dwyer will finally try a visit.” Cisco nodded, shifting to be a little more comfortable in the car, stretching his back out.

Harry learned to kiss his head before heading out, rubbing his hands as he walked towards the entrance of the hospital, looking to his boots and putting his trust in his black cap.

Cisco watched the entrance as best he can, flicking through different cameras in the hospital on his tablet, scanning for Dwyer’s face. He swipes away look-a-likes and too-blurry pictures, occasionally glancing up to see if Harry’s making his way back with the coffee yet. His phone screams first, followed by the tablet flashing red. He pulled the alert up on the table, finding a location as he jammed a com device in his ear, immediately connecting to the yelling at S.T.A.R.

“I have it! I have the location!” Cisco yelled over the mix of voices, pulling the pinpoint up on tablet, panicking for a second too long before opening the drivers door, abandoning the van and tablet. “Hospital, he’s at the hospital. Near the back.”

“I’m on my-“

“Why?!” Cisco stopped himself short, hiding behind a bend, whispering sharply. “He gets your speed in that dagger, or XS’ speed, or Elongated Man’s elasticity, then it’s Devoe. All over again. Just….Just have Killer Frost nearby.” Cisco exhaled sharp, trying to get his head in order before peeking over the corner.

Harry lay on his side, coughing hard into the pavement before moving to push himself up, trying to get his feet under him. “I promise you, I’m not-“

“Doctor Wells…”

“That’s the one.” Harry coughs again, moving to stand and put his hands up, his chin dripping some blood from a cut on his lip. “I know, I know what you’re thinking.”

“You started this.” Cicada’s voice made Cisco shiver, his hands tingle, and his anger build. Cicada advances a step, making his dagger glow as a threat. “I’ve read about you. These Metas….they never existed until that night….You lost your legs…I read that you disappeared…some even said you died.” He tilts his head, as if surveying Harry, standing there.

“Mi….Miracle Max’s?” Harry kept his hands up, half- shrugging with an attempt to smile.

Cicada raised his dagger, and Cisco started to run.

He couldn’t make out what happened, but Harry grunted then yelled and was on the ground by the time Cisco jumped and tackled Cicada from behind, the two rolling on the pavement and the dagger skidding off. Cisco moves fast, not even thinking of the dagger, wanting nothing more than to defend Harry. He tackled Cicada again, slamming him back on the pavement as he started swinging wildly. He landed a few good punches before Cicada used his height to gain the upper hand.

Cicada grabbed Cisco by his clothes, lifting and throwing him to hit the wall of the hospital building, Cisco’s yell as he arched to relieve the pain in his back was low. He watched Cicada get up, go over to Harry who was holding his leg while laying on the ground, and in an easy movement, pressed his boot to the spot Harry’s hands had been covering. Harry’s howl snapped Cisco back to reality.

“You’re wrong. You have it wrong.” Harry shook his head, looking up at Cicada. “I didn’t do any of this, I can promise you that.”

“You have caused the death….of parents….to a very young girl.” He raised Harry up, holding the collar of his coat and sweater, his other raised like it weighed heavy.

Harry took the first punch as best he could before something kicked in, he fought back, dodging the punches as best he can grunting and taking hits as he tried to land his own. His knuckles hurt against the mask and he did his best to grab and pull it. He wriggled his feet up and kicked Cicada hard square in the chest, knocking him back and hearing his mask work double-time to assist.

Cisco moved to his feet at that, moving and tackling Cicada down by using his weight against him. His hands hurt, and his back stung, but he fought and wrestled and scrambled before taking an elbow to the forehead. He tripped back, a hand on his head, the cut from the hit starting to bleed, as Cicada put his hand to the side, palm open for the dagger to enter.

Cicada turned back to Harry one he closed his fingers around it.

Cisco thought he hated the sound of that mask before, but it scraped and chewed and tore at his already hurting brain as four Harry’s stood defenseless, and three Cicada’s swirled around taking his steps towards Harry. He shook his head to get his vision back, blinking past the blur and fuzz, he almost missed it; faintly, it reminded him of his powers.

Cicada grabbed Harry lifting him up and holding the dagger to his chest, pushing through and watching him wince and fight his screams. He watched and held, pushing it deeper the more Harry held it in, when it could hold up on it’s own, Cicada pulled his hand off.

“He has. A. DAUGHTER!” Cisco shouts, one hand still on his head, standing on both feet, though not too well. ”Please.” His other hand raises, a surrender in a way. “She’s gorgeous, and young, and bright as a whip. And you, are a monster. But you care about family. Don’t take hers away.”

Cicada drops Harry, the dagger still sticking out. “This time…Not. Again.” With that Cicada’s off, dagger pulling from Harry to follow, quick as he came.

“Help, Help!” Cisco ran forward, dropping to Harry, pulling him up, compressing the wound. “Barry!” Before he could swallow his sob, he found himself standing in a clean bright room, eyesight focusing on Iris’ expression before looking around.

“Hey, hey…We’re going to let them work, come on.” Iris rubbed his back, walking him out of the room to drop in a chair. He followed effortlessly. “Just breathe, you’re in the labs again, okay?” Iris moved to pull on gloves, Nora at her side to help. “Caitlin and Barry are working on Harry, we’re going to patch you up, ‘kay?” She said, rubbing his arm before starting on him.

Her and Nora made small talk, something about she learned this on Caitlin. Cisco tuned them out, not registering that they were even working on him; his mind on four different earths without once touching the remainder of his powers. He stood straight up when Caitlin came in the room, pulling her gloves off and smiling.

“He needs some serious rest, which is a coincidence, because so do you.” She nodded, watching Cisco. “He’s going to be okay, Cisco.”

Cisco nodded, whispering his thanks before moving past her, patting Barry’s shoulder and walking to the room.

“Ooh, you wear that alleyway much better than I do.” Harry half smiled, clearing his throat.

Cisco shook his head, but smiled just faintly, tapping his own shoulder. “We match, but mine’s the back. Your’s the front.”

“Story of our relationship.”

Cisco snorted, looking down and putting a hand over his mouth, “Don’t do that.” He looked up, his eyes welling. “Not tonight, Okay?”

Harry nodded, instant, reaching his hand out. “Come on, let’s follow the doctor’s orders for once.” He moved careful, grabbing the bottom of the bed next to him to pull it closer, “We’ll share, let’s rest.”

With no energy to fight, Cisco nodded and climbed into his bed, getting as close to Harry as he could.

[liveyourtemptation]

this is written for harrisco fest 2017 @heckyeahharrisco. it’s a fight club au and features non-graphic violence and harry’s Issues. it’s mostly harry fantasizing about fighting cisco, so if that isn’t your thing maybe don’t read.

Harrison has been watching him. The man's face is an irregularity in his expectations. Harrison's days follow a rhythm, even when he is here, maybe especially when he is here, the familiar drum of violence just under the surface of his skin. He doesn't like things that break his rhythm. He doesn't like most things. He likes a good swing. He likes the feeling of the bones of his hand cracking under the impact.

Harrison doesn't like violence; he needs it. He fought a war and came back deformed. He still thinks he deserved to be shot out of the sky. He remembers the fall. Not the landing. He remembers in dreams. He dreams about a world ablaze. He shaped a country in the wake of it's death but nothing feels substantial to him anymore. Nothing but the violence. Some days it's the only thing that will get him through the pain.

That's why he's in the basement of a bar out of town with men like him. Men that need the violence. There are a few women, too, and they are more furious than the rest of them. None of them are here for fun. If you like to throw a punch or get a good beating you go start a bar fight. This here is about more than that. Or less. It feels simpler. This is not about pride or respect. This is about the basic instinct. This is about the taste of blood in your mouth and the ache of your body. The give and take of a fight. It's rhythm.

He breaks the rhythm. He fights like nothing Harrison has ever seen. He has seen tigers move effortlessly on silent paws, muscles shifting under glorious fur and it had taken his breath away and made him press closer behind the tree. He has seen soldiers who tore through men like they were paper, raging killers that made him understand the way the Iliad talks about Achilles, a god of death amongst men. But he is nothing like that. He is a whole new species.  

Harrison isn't sure if he wants to sink his teeth into his flesh or run. Run far, far away.

He hears his name in whispered rumors at first. Cisco. He doesn't seek him out but stumbles upon him. He knows almost immediately who he is. Harrison comes down into the basement and the first thing he hears is laughter. Broken and raw but delighted. Cisco shirtless and bloody and glowing. And laughing. Not even at his opponent or the spectators. With them. In pure joy at this thing they get to experience together. A spiky thing of need climbs up Harrison's throat. He doesn't even know what exactly it is he needs, not yet, but it makes his heart stutter.

Cisco doesn't fight often. Harrison watches him. He is more subdued when he is not fighting, crossed arms and concentrated eyes. He doesn't tie his hair back and Harrison wants to sink his hand into it and yank. He swallows hard around all the things he would like to do to Cisco. He never asks for any of it.

Cisco watches him fight. Harrison doesn't notice at first. It's the only time Cisco looks at him. It leaves him hot and shaking. He wants to draw a reaction from Cisco, wants his attention if he cannot get his interest. The first time he succeeds Harrison breaks the arm of his opponent. He sees Cisco inhale deeply, chest rising and lips parting, his eyelids fluttering for a moment. It takes Harrison a few times to catalogue that look. Cisco looks like he is longing. Harrison thinks that he could give Cisco what he wants, what he needs.

Harrison dreams about Cisco. He doesn't need violence anymore, he needs Cisco's violence. He wants to be washed in his righteous fury. He wants to feel his knuckles on his face. He wants to taste his sweat and his blood. He knows Cisco would bend under him but never break.

Then, one day, Cisco waits for him at the bottom of the stairs. It's another break in Harrison's rhythm. Cisco is smiling. Harrison can see the trajectory of the events span out in front of him. He knows where they are headed. He acknowledges Cisco with a nod of his head.

Cisco smiles even wider. “You wanna go?”