#Oh Thawne...you should run away

[wandeel]

When he looks at his boyfriend: ^W^

Two seconds later when he looks at Thawne who hurts his boyfriend: >:(

[hedgiwithapen]

Prompt: that Old Guard!Cisco thing you've talked about :)

Cisco wakes up, aching. For a moment, he's relieved. Dr. Wells being the Reverse Flash, the Trap being fake all along, it was all just a really awful nightmare. He makes a mental note to avoid burritos after 1 am for the foreseeable future.

Except that his shirt still has a bloodstain over his heart. And he isn't slumped over his desk or his couch, but the hard floor of the subbasement. Above and behind him, the trap looms like a cage. Cisco swallows. 

"Oh, no," he says, quiet. It still echoes. 

Dr. Wells killed him. Dr. Wells confessed to murdering Nora Allen, to being the Reverse Flash, and then he killed him. But somehow he's still alive.

Not for long, Cisco thinks bitterly. He's no speedster. The minute Wells--Thawne, he said his name was Thawne--learns that he fucked up the murder somehow, he'll just kill Cisco again.

Unless... Maybe, if he doesn't realize Cisco's a threat. If he changes his shirt, claims he doesn't remember anything... Faking Amnesia's gotta be the dumbest trick in the book, but he's a little short on pages at the moment. He's already going to die, probably. 

Cisco bites his lip, then stands, wobbling, and goes to get his laptop. He'll find a way to leave a message, just in case. Not for Caitlin-- Wells probably already killed her.

Cisco staggers at the thought, the sudden grief. He swallows hard. He has to play this exactly right.

He can hear Wells talking, his voice echoing down the curved corridor. 

"Barry, I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do, he was too fast..."

Cisco took a breath, and a step. 

"Cisco!" Barry yelped, running for him. Cisco held back the flinch at the lightning, letting Barry hug him. He was damp, the suit was soaked. "Oh my god, I was--I thought you were--Dr. Wells said--"

Dr Wells sat in his wheelchair, his eyes redrimmed. From crying, not evil lightning, Cisco notes. Fake crying, probably. He stares at Cisco. Cisco stares back. 

Caitlin rushes into the hug. "Cisco, how did you get away?"

"Uh," Cisco says, trying to piece together an answer that'll fit with whatever story Wells was spinning. 

"I really don't--I hit my head pretty hard. It's all kind of a blur. Can I sit down?" Before he finishes, there's a chair under him.

"I'm so sorry," Barry says, earnest. "I should have been there to save you. There was a tidal wave, and--Joe's in the hospital, but--Dr. Wells said--Caitlin said..."

"The Reverse Flash kidnapped you both," Caitlin interrupts. "Dr. Wells thought you were dead, I thought...."

"Yeah," Cisco says. " I... really don't remember--I came in here to see if there was anything to find Mardon and... then I was in the hallway. I../"

"I'm just glad you're alive," Caitlin says. "Let me make sure you don't have any internal bleeding, or--a TBI--well, you must, if you don't remember--but--" She cuts herself off, going to find her flashlight and kit.

"Cisco," Wells says, urgency in his voice. Cisco makes himself smile and not shudder back. "I'm...I can't tell you how good it is to see you."

"Yeah," says Cisco. "I'm glad you're alright, too."

"Here," Caitlin says. "Barry, can you get him to the medbay for me?"

Cisco blinks twice, feeling the sheets beneath him. "Fast," he says. He looks around. " So. Uh."

"Cisco," Caitlin says, looking at Barry. " You really don't--do you remember why you wanted me to..." she lowers her voice. " distract Dr. Wells? Before he got taken?"

"Oh," Cisco says, looking around. Barry's hovering anxiously. Wells isn't here yet, which is either good or extremely bad.  "Uh. Yes. I think I'm a metahuman."

"Oh," says Caitlin. "That's... it?"

"Pretty much," Cisco says.

"What can you do?" Barry asks. 

"Mmmmm, you might wanna sit down. Wait. FIRST you might want to get Iris, and Joe and Eddie, and maybe my family if you can and get them very far away and not tell anyone where, ok?"

*

The dreams start that night. Cisco's barely asleep on Joe's couch, the rest of them all piled into the house for the sake of numbers. Eobard Thawne's body lies somewhere in the pipeline, left after being sure. Both Eddie and Joe's gun's worth of bullets sure. He dreams of a woman in the water, drowning, and wakes with a hand over his heart. 

He doesn't speak of it the next morning.

None of them want to leave, not even to go get coffee, but some how the world goes on. Barry stopped the tidal wave but there's still so much fallout from that, and the fight through the streets.  Cisco stays on the couch while Iris sits in the kitchen, writing her article for a noon deadline, even though she was up half the night with it already. 

When the front door splinters, Cisco braces.

"Hey, kid." A woman with short cropped hair says. " Need you to come with me."

"Uh.. no," Cisco says. Somehow dying twice in a day has made him braver.  

The woman looks over her shoulder. A handsome guy with a beard extends a hand. "You're one of us. For your safety..."

"No, thanks," Cisco says, inching a hand for his phone. He needs Barry to get here before Iris hears and yells and gets her very-much-not-immortal-neck snapped, or whatever. "I'm good."

"You died yesterday," says the Woman.

"Yup," Cisco says, still going for his phone, until the guy with the beard spots his hand.  "And yet!"

"People will notice."

"They definitely did."

"All the more reason to hide. This City isn't safe for you. There's rumors about a lab..."

"Which I work for," Cisco interrupts, then wishes he hadn't when he sees the murderous look in the guy's eyes. "Doing totally normal things. Like make  stuff that can stop giant lightning storms that almost took out the police station. tech stuff. Very cool. Can you leave?"

"You're going to end up in a cage if you stay."

"I mean, maybe, but seeing as how everyone I'm friends with is already on whatever shady science and evil government wish list, I think I'm good here."

"...explain." The woman sits. "I'm Andy."

"And we're sitting. Cool," says Cisco. "Feeling a little outnumbered here. can I phone a friend? Also a metahuman, great guy."

"No."

"Well, it's his house," Cisco says, poking the beacon button. "Look, I hope you're here to be concerned and not kidnap me, because really, I'm fine. And the last time someone tried to kidnap one of my friends it didn't go great. it was a whole thing like, a month ago? So really, I'm in good hands here."

"A month ago," the guy repeats. "I'm Joe, by the way."

"Oh, that's going to be confusing."

"That wouldn't have been an army base, would it? Blown up entirely?" Andy asks.

"It was a team effort," Cisco shrugs.  A flash of gold lightning breaks one of the intact windows in a roar. 

"Hey Flash," Cisco says. "Got company! Probably fine."

"Explain," Andy says. "From the beginning."

"Well he's the fastest man alive, and fifteen years ago....Look, this might take a while."

"We have time."

[negative-speedforce]

Your OCs find themselves face-to-face with a fairy-tale trickster! They're told they have to perform one song of their choosing, and it must be suitably entertaining to the trickster, or they'll lose their greatest skill forever! We're talking superpowers, Max's ability to design tech, Hyun-Ki's kills with performance (how ironic), whatever it is that makes them stand out.

What song do they pick, and how do they make sure the trickster is entertained by their performance?

Siv: Shows off their years of guitar lessons with a half-decent performance of "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"

Jay: Can't sing to save his own life, so he gives backup vocals for Cassandra's performance.

Cassandra: Sings "Texas Hold 'Em" by Beyonce, and while her performance by itself would have impressed the trickster by itself, she ends up making them leave because they got uncomfortable when Jay and Cassandra started making out.

Hailey: "Jokes on you, you can't curse me, I'm dead."

Ember: Uses his powers to make gemstones rain on them from the earth as they lipsync to P!nk's "Raise Your Glass" in her glitteriest outfit.

Arya: Mostly impresses the trickster with the fact that every songbird and squirrel was falling out of the trees around them because of their siren song, rather than their performance of BlackPink's "As If It's Your Last"

Gina: Asks if the trickster can wait like ten minutes, and she calls a few of her choir friends over and they perform "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" together.

Esme: Performs "Work Bitch" by Brittany Spears, and impresses them with the fact that no one should be able to dance that well while wearing heels that high and a skirt that short and tight

Cat: Joins Gina and her choir friends for "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" because they're gonna need someone for the alto line (or potentially the tenor line, if Freaking Travis doesn't show up again).

Max: Takes the microphone and starts singing Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" while slow dancing with Kyle and looking longingly into his eyes.

Kyle: Gets his old turntables from when he tried to learn how to DJ and makes a sick remix of Mad Love by Mabel

Eric: Pulls out his violin and performs "The Devil Went Down To Georgia".

Jacob: Serenades his husband with Elvis Presley's "I Cant Help Falling In Love With You".

Khalil: Sings "Daniel In The Den" by Bastille, attempts to impress the trickster by using his magic to create illusions to go along with the lyrics

Ameerah: Growls out a passionate cover of Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Man's Poison

Reggie: Manages to get through Rap God by Eminem without missing a single beat, impresses the trickster because xe's just this tiny kid who can rap that fast.

Antonio: Follows the trickster around for two hours playing The Song That Never Ends on kazoo until they promise not to curse him (yay psychological warfare)

Rania: Sings "Can't Catch Me Now" by Olivia Rodrigo and manages to impress the trickster with the sheer emotion coming through her performance (she is actually crying tears of rage by the end)

Kelsie: Sits the trickster down and pulls out a pad of paper and her glasses, and begins digging down into why they feel the need to do things like this. They feel much better after this impromptu therapy session.

Torryn: Just steals the trickster's magic and runs off with it.

Cory: Impresses the trickster with her fry scream and midair acrobatics while singing Monstarrr by Ennaria

Meredith: Starts signing aggressively about how she's "deaf and mute, dipshit, how is she supposed to perform music?" until the trickster feels bad and goes away.

Director Hawke

Onnie: Disintegrates the trickster before they can curse them and then she goes on with her day to day life.

Pippa: Sings a dreamy cover of "Flowers In My Hair" by Wes Reeve while daydreaming about kissing that mysterious Thawne girl she's only met a few times...

Jessi: Performs one of her own hit singles, puts on a really great show, and attracts a crowd of people because "OH MY GOD IS THAT JESSI JUNO???" (if you're looking for a real-world song with a similar vibe to her music, try "Bitches" by Tove Lo)

Hyun-Ki: Sings a haunting cover of Ave Maria, because no one expects the K-Pop star to be classically trained.

Marie: Screams out Girli's "More than a Friend" while useless lesbian-ing out over Qiara's existence, until she's blushing so bad that her face is bright green.

Liah: Dances to "Bombay Dreams" by KSHMR and shows off her skills from her former job as a Bollywood star.

Qiara: "No." *vanishes*. Jokes on you, you can't do that to an omnipotent space god.

Soraya: Asks for a religious exemption, since she's of the school of Islam that doesn't allow music or singing, so therefore she doesn't really know that many songs.

<note: for the Star Wars OCs, just assume it's the space equivalent to the song>

Thalia: Sings Elastic Heart by Sia (Space Version), actually does a fairly good job.

Reyna: Thinks she sounds great, but actually sucks so hard as she quite literally screeches out Space Demi Lovato's "Cool For The Summer".

Laila: Sings "Trouble" by Space Halsey, very obviously singing it to Athena. Stabs the trickster for even daring to suggest cursing her once she's done.

Athena: Manages to capture the trickster in a sack and then takes them back to her lab, where she decides to vivisect them to see how they work, all while singing a very sultry, seductive cover of Space Ariana Grande's "Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored"

Pyrrha: Screams out "Weapon" by Space Against the Current (which is basically her theme song), and impresses the trickster with her dance moves, since her cybernetic limbs have higher strength and range of motion than her natural ones.

Samira: Duets "Rewrite The Stars" with Aldrich, since it's their song as a vampire/human couple (BIG taboo on that one)

Aldrich: Duets "Rewrite The Stars" with Samira, taking Zac Efron's part while Samira does Zendaya's part.

Sohelia: Sings "Snakes" By PVRIS, all while visualizing Mr. Head of the Hunters' Guild, immortal alchemist, and accidental creator of Vampires everywhere, Thaddeus St. James, so she puts far more vitriol into her performance than necessary.

Dolores: Sings "Which Witch" by Florence + The Machine and impresses the trickster with her powerful belting and the sheer emotion behind the performance (living your life at risk of being hunted for sport will do that to you)

Victorie: Plays Vivaldi's Four Seasons on violin, since that was new music when she was alive.

Matt: Sings "Believe" by Cher, can't really do anything that special with his performance with his EDS and everything, so he makes sure and puts some extra "oomph" in with his voice.

Vanessa: Sings "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, while slow dancing with Victorie, putting special emphasis on the line "Beauty is all she is".

Ellis: They're an angel, so they sing the Hallelujah Chorus with the voice of one. Probably go into the full "be not afraid" Biblically Accurate Angel form too.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Sweet Honey Bee

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Bart tries to uncover the seemingly sinister deeds going on at the campus while visiting Thad's art school.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Don Allen, President Thawne

Additional Tags: Bart and Thad Smoke Weed in This, Ballet AU, No Powers AU, Dark Academia, Boarding School AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Swap, Protective Siblings, Family Bonding

Chapter Two: Waxing Poetic

Thad hyperventilated as he dropped into the ice bath. His muscles ached, and his hands shook as he reached over and pulled a lighter from his bag. Thad pulled a plastic baggie of blunts underneath his clothes and lit one between his lips. He shut his eyes, taking a puff and indulging in the taste of rosemary and mint. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and sweat dripped down his brow. Running one hand through his hair, he used the other to tap the ashes away, and a sob escaped his lips. “Oh god,” Thad wept. He allowed himself the luxury of a few tears before he finished smoking his blunt, and his timer went off. Thad fully submerged himself, got out of the ice water, and wrapped up in a towel. He composed himself and changed into a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a thermal. His hair was limp and dripping wet as he contemplated smoking one more blunt to keep his nerves in check.

The bell rang for dinnertime, and Thad picked up his belongings, stashing everything away methodically before rushing toward the mess hall. A boy from his class bumped into him. “Deus, we missed you in the physical therapy office,” he whispered.

“My family’s here for the weekend. I’ll be there on Monday,” Thad answered. The boy nodded seriously and stepped out of the way, allowing Thad to enter the mess hall where his family stood waiting. “I thought that girl was gonna throw a serious fit,” Bart chuckled, “You shoulda seen her face, Teej.”

“She already hates my guts. Tell me you didn’t play into it,” Thad whispered.

“Your hair’s soaked,” Bart noted as he took one strand of Thad’s limp hair. It’d already started to curl again. Thad recoiled. He didn’t want Bart to get too close and notice something wrong. “You okay?”

“Mhm… Starving. Aren’t you?” Thad asked. The truth was, he couldn’t muster an appetite most days after rehearsal. He was too tired to do anything other than sleep. Smoking helped. They got in line, and Thad wavered as the high kicked in. He shut his eyes and breathed through his nose. Bart piled his plate, watching his brother from the corner of his eye as their parents and grandparents tried to maintain civil silence.

Thad opened his eyes and pressed his palms against his eyelids. “Feeling alright, Sparky?” Don questioned. Thad nodded.

“Yeah… Tired, but I’m so happy you guys are here,” Thad replied as he ate his vegetables. “Mew? Do you have a sauce packet?” Bart dug into his pocket and gave Thad three chili sauces.

“Sunshine,” Meloni whispered.

“I knew somebody would forget,” Bart replied, “And I didn’t even take that many.”

Meloni rubbed Thad’s back, and he took a breath. “This isn’t too much pressure, is it?” Meloni asked. “I know you want to make everyone proud, but we’re already so proud of you.” Meloni kissed his forehead.

Thad set his fork down and hid his face in his hands. “I’m okay… I—. Thank you,” Thad whispered. He didn’t want to cry in front of them. He never cried in front of anyone except their aunt, and she wasn’t there.

“Hey, Sparky… We’re here for you, and we’re so happy to see you,” Don whispered, “Isn’t that right, Mr. Thawne?”

“TJ, you’ve surpassed all expectations, and you should be proud of yourself,” Mr. Thawne replied. Don smiled.

“Thank you, Grandpa Teddy,” Thad whispered, “Thanks, Mom and Dad.”

“That was super nice, Mr. Thawne,” Don smiled. Mr. Thawne nodded.

"Teej," Bart whispered, and they made eye contact. Bart locked in, and Thad nodded. "Yeah?"

Thad knew what Bart meant. He planned on sneaking out to visit him after lights out. They always slept in the same room after being apart. That, and he knew Bart could tell he was high. "Uh-huh," Thad nodded.

He shut his eyes and woke up in his bedroom, holding a blunt while Bart rambled on. "Earth to TJ," Bart replied as he took a hit.

"What's wrong with me?" Thad mumbled.

"We're like two and a half joints in… Want me to kill this one?" Bart asked. Thad nodded. "Why don't you tell Mom and Dad this is too much? I understand why you didn't say anything in front of Grandpa Teddy at dinner—."

"We can truly love only with suffering and through suffering. We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love. I want and thirst this very minute to kiss, with tears streaming down my cheeks, this one and only I have left behind. I don't want and won't accept any other," Thad quoted. Bart took the blunt from him and chuckled awkwardly. "That's Fyodor Dostoevsky… Why are you laughing?"

"For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love," Bart replied, "Carl Sagan… Now that's love." Bart took another hit and coughed. "Do you know no one will ever love us as much as we love each other? We were born holding hands, slipping beautifully out of the void of nonexistence into existence together. No one will know you like me. And no one will know me like you. We have every reason to hate each other, knowing all the other's flaws, but we love each other. Don't we, Teej?" Thad laid his head on Bart's lap.

"We smoked too much," Thad whispered, "But, yeah… I love you so much."

Bart tossed the roach in a plastic baggie. "Where's your roommate?" Bart asked.

"He's in the wellness center," Thad answered, "He has the flu."

Bart made a soft noise. "I'm ready to turn in." Thad moved over.

"Sleep right here this time? I'm scared," Thad mumbled as he shut his eyes. Bart turned out the lights and rolled onto his side.

"I know... I could feel it," Bart whispered, "When you're ready to tell me why, I'll be here." Thad didn't speak any further.

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 10

“(Y/N)!!”

Barry’s face lights up when he sees your face. The red suit, that crazy brown hair. This has to be your Barry. His first instinct is to approach, but then he takes in the person next to you, and his face changes. There’s so many emotions that cross his face.

“Eobard!! (Y/N)!! Why are you shirtless!! Why is he here!! Where are your clothes!! WHY IS HE HERE AND YOUR CLOTHES ARE GONE!! OH MY GOSH!!!”

Yep, without a doubt, this is your Barry. You zip forward, buttoning your shirt in ample time as you clear your throat. Barry keeps looking between you and Eobard like if he does it’ll somehow make sense.

“I’m unconscious, I must have hit my head.” He starts pacing and ranting.

“Were you two- No! Nevermind I don’t want to know!! Cisco told me I would end up in a crazy reality so I prepared myself but not for this. I mean that’s Thawne!!”

Eobard’s annoyance is growing with every passing second.

“I’m standing right here.”

You let out a deep sigh. You really wish that he’d caught you in a less compromising position. Still, it was nice to see him. You walk over to him, taking his arm to stop his mumblings, and just like that you hug him. Because it feels like it’s been years. Barry’s thoughts are still running, but your embrace seems to calm him down. He relaxes, returning the hug. He buries his face into your shoulder, holding on tight. A part of you never thought he would find you. Maybe you even considered that you were erased from his universe.

“I missed you so much.” You admit. Barry nods, laughing despite himself.

“I missed you too.”

Eobard just observes from the side. It appears that in every universe you have a very good relationship with Barry Allen. It sort of annoyed him. Barry pulls back, sending an uneasy look at Eobard.

“The fact that you haven’t driven his face into the pavement must mean that this isn’t the same Eobard that we know.”

“Are all of you so aggressively hostile?” Eobard grumbles. You smile.

“He’s good Barry, trust me. I knocked him out when I first got here.”

“I let you knock me out!”

It’s cute that he thinks that’s the case.

“I can’t believe I actually found you. We’ve been trying for so long. I was starting to think that you were really gone but there was a surge in the Central city and then Nora visited us.”

“The speedforce did?” You say in awe.

He nods.

“She told us that you’d been transported to another universe. Your particles were just scattered. So was Eobard. Cisco and Harry built a machine to track your speed force energy. I'm so glad you’re okay.”

You can’t express how happy it is to hear that they’d never given up on you.

“This whole time..you were looking for me..”

“Of course we were. We love you (Y/N).” Your eyes water, and you hug him again. Since you got here you’d wanted nothing more than to see anyone from the universe you remember. Now here was Barry.

“I came to take you home.” your eyes pop open, and you see the way Eobard shifts on his feet at Barry’s words. He pulls away.

“We don’t have a lot of time. I have about twenty-four hours before another portal opens up for us to go back.” He points to the bolt on his chest, and you see the small metal device that’s clipped to it.

“When this timer goes off we’ll be out of time. I only have one shot to take you back.”

You should be running or celebrating, but you can’t just abandon this team.

“I-I can’t Barry. Not yet. “

“Why not?”

“Godspeed is here. Things are twisted here, but he’s my version of the Reverse Flash and he’s hunting me. He’s hunting the entire team. I-I can’t just leave them here to do this alone. He’ll hurt them. “ Barry doesn’t need to hear anymore.

“I’m in. Let’s stop him."

[squireofgeekdom]

“trust” for the ask game? Or “please”?

this long post brought to you by oh boy do i have a lot of open wips

'trust' from Tony Stark's Space Roadtrip aka What If? 2.4 grabbed me by the throat and I wanted what happens next:

Being angry at yourself? Well, that’s a renewable source,” he let out a huff, almost a snort. “Trust me, I would know.”

'please' from Somnolence, my post-SM2 Insomniac Spider-Man wip

A relief. A revelation. No power. No responsibility. Please.  Harry.

several instances of 'trust' from Running Laps, Eobard and Cisco centric time loop wip

“You can pick,” Eobard says, “I trust you.” He realizes it’s true as he says it. It should feel like a shock, to trust someone he’s only just met - at least as far as he can remember. But it just feels right.

+

He believes he can trust Cisco. He’s been thinking about it for the past hour. “I can trust you, right?” he says. “I know that’s - that’s not something I need to ask. I’ve - I guess I’ve known I can trust you since I woke up. But I - I need to - I want to tell you something that’s going to sound crazy.”

and one 'please'

“He’s kept me away from this project. This project that has a problem.” He looks at Cisco. “Please tell me you’re not so dense you can’t put that together.”

a selection of 'trusts' from In Spite of the Uneven Odds, the season 2 gang crashes in to Earth 0 & herobard fic, because there are a lot of them

Ramon shakes his head. “We thought we could trust him too.” “I trust Eo - our Eobard with my life.”

+

“Hey, you’re the one who’s out here trusting Thawnes.”

+

“Other me insists you’re a good guy, but it’s going to be hard for me to trust a guy with your face, y’know?” “That… is entirely understandable. I have a hard enough time trusting my face and name sometimes,” Thawne says.

+

“I’m a bit of a proud bastard,” Thawne says. “I haven’t met an Eobard Thawne who wasn’t. If he asked you for help at the end, he trusted you.

and a couple 'please's

“My name is Eobard Thawne, but I am not the Reverse Flash, though I - am aware that that is my counterpart’s identity in most other universes. An Eobard Thawne who is the Reverse Flash did intersect with this timeline, but you will be pleased to know he is currently in a speedster-proof cell in Iron Heights.”

+

“Hartley please.” Allen pinches the bridge of his nose.

and from my collection of Daniel and Chozen centered Cobra Kai wips, tentatively titled 'acts unseen' as a series, one trust and several please's

Carmen Diaz - someone Daniel trusts - is right there.

+

“Please don’t hurt -” but he doesn’t have to finish his sentence, Daniel is reaching into the compartment between the two seats for a pen and the back of an old grocery list.

+

Breathe in, breathe out. “Start, please.”

+

“Chozen - you’re -”  Daniel coughs. “Stay. Please.”

+

“The lights are on and we will get to the hospital as quickly as possible, but he is stable for the duration. The bleeding is under control. Please try to stay calm.”

Meet in the Middle aka i swear im still working on the last chapter, just trust me --

“What, you encounter a couple of fake-me’s and suddenly you’re the expert?” Ratchet says finally, an attempt at humor.  “Trust me.”

-- please

M looks over at him from his largest frame, one hand extended toward the high ceiling. “Still Minimus today, please. I just needed to make some adjustments to the alarm and sprinkler system.”

My duo of High Rollers Aerois wips, Lucius and Fayeth centric

“Well, that sort of thing isn’t important to Aridan, he’s much too sensible for that. He knows that he can trust you, and that means a lot. But only if you want! I mean, of course the rest of the wolfpack, you wouldn’t have to just - ”

+

“Fayeth, please,” she says, looking up from where she had momentarily rested her head on her desk.

thanks for the ask! this was really fun

Send me a word and I'll share bits of my WIP(s) that include it!

[afaimsarrowverse]

250(ish) Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 3: 200-176

Picked from „Arrow“, „Black Lightning“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „The Flash“, „Barwoman“ Season 1+2 and „Superman & Lois“ Season 1+2. I did consider kicking „Superman & Lois“ of this list, but since it pretended to be part of the Arrowverse for its first two seasons I left it on here.

 200. White Knights (Legends of Tomorrow 1x4)

4, Written by: Sarah Nicole Jones, Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Antonio Negret

 "Don't trouble yourself. I'm not a damsel in distress." "Good, because I'm not a white knight."

 199. The Sound and the Fury (The Flash 1x11)

11, Written by: Alison Shapker, Brooke Eikmeier, Directed by: John Showalter

 "Smart enough to figure out who Harrison Wells really is, you see I know his secret."

 198. The Chicago Way (Legends of Tomorrow 2x8)

24, Written by: Sarah Nicole Jones, Ray Utarnachitt, Directed by: Ralph Hemecker

 "Why am I not surprised? Wherever Darhk is, you're not too far away."

 197. City of Heroes (Arrow 2x1)

24, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: John Behring

 "The city still needs saving. But not by The Hood. Or some vigilante who's just crossing names off a list. It needs something... more." "It needs a hero, Oliver."

 196. Kara (Supergirl 6x20)

126, Written by: Jessica Queller, Robert Rovner, Rob Wright, Derek Simon, Directed by: Jesse Warn

 "Oh, Kira, I always have a point. Now, let's take a look at everything that Supergirl and Kara Danvers have accomplished separately. And then let's imagine what you could do if you became one integrated, authentic being."

 195. The One with the Nineties (The Flash 7x6)

139, Written by: Kelly Wheeler, Emily Palizzi, Directed by: Jeff Byrd

 "I think we just time traveled."

"For real? So we gonna party like it's 1998?"

 194. Menagerie (Supergirl 4x12)

77, Written by: Robert Rovner, Daniel Beaty, Greg Baldwin, Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski

 „We protected the humans of this city by killing a monster. Not even Supergirl could do that."

 193. Grinning from Ear to Ear (Batwoman 1x14)

14, Written by: Denise Harkavy, Directed by: Michael Blundell

 "You're right. As long as I am with the woman who wears a mask, I'll always be wearing one myself."

 192. The Flash is born (The Flash 1x6)

6, Written by: Jaime Paglia, Chris Rafferty, Directed by: Millicent Shelton

 "Looks like you were born to take a beating."

 191. The Legion of Doom (Legends of Tomorrow 2x10)

26, Written by: Phil Klemmer, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: Eric Laneuville

 "I mean, fair question. Why does a time-traveling speedster need to rely on anyone? Thawne's hiding something. Wouldn't you like to know what it is?"

 190. Don’t Run (The Flash 4x9)

78, Written by: Sam Chalsen, Judalina Neira, Directed by: Stefan Pleszczynski

 "The lesson I have prepped for today is much more simple. Life 101: there are no happy endings."

 189. Land of the Lost (Legends of Tomorrow 2x13)

29. Written by: Keto Shimizu, Ray Utanarchitt, Directed by: Ralph Hemecker

 "Rip? That really you?" "I don't know who I am anymore, Mr. Jackson."

 188. Attack on Central City (The Flash 3x14)

60, Written by: Benjamin Raab, Deric A. Hughes, Todd Helbing, Directed by: Dermott Downs

 "No matter what I do to stop Grodd, he just keeps finding new ways to attack, new ways to destroy, and I... Iris doesn't think I should, but the only way this ends is if I kill him."

 187. Love is a Battlefield (The Flash 6x11)

125, Written by: Kelly Wheeler, Jeff Hersh, Directed by: Sudz Sutherland

 "Neither one of you are ever gonna stop growing. I mean, marriage is like a tree. I mean, bear with me. Look, the branches, they grow from the center. They grow farther and farther away from the center, but what you have to remember is underneath, the roots? They're mirroring the branches. They're growing just as much. So you're growing your foundation. Now of course, you gotta tend to the soil, communicate with each other, take care of each other, look out for each other, but as the branches grow, so does your foundation. So you grow together."

 186. Livewire (Supergirl 1x4)

4, Written by: Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, Caitlin Parrish, Directed by: Kevin Tancharoen

 "No. Leslie Willis is dead. D-E-A-D. Dead. She died in that CatCopter of yours. This is Leslie 2.0. Livewire. And you and I... we're gonna have words."

 185. Fadeout (Arrow 8x10)

170, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Beth Schwartz, Directed by: James Bamford

 "Of course, life will go on. It always does. But how? What twists and turns it will take, I can't say. I don't know what the future holds...except to say expect the unexpected. Oliver may be gone, but his mission endures. That mission lives on, Oliver lives on, in the people he inspired. Some will take that mission to the rest of the world...maybe even beyond that. Because if the past eight years has shown us anything...it's that this universe is far bigger than any of us could have dared imagine. Even if it is a little less bright without him in it."

 184. Beyond Redemption (Arrow 4x4)

73, Written by: Beth Schwartz, Ben Sokolowski, Directed by: Lexi Alexander

 "Living in this city, dealing with what we're dealing with right now? We're all desperate. We've all been made to do desperate things. Terrible things. But I got to believe that we are not beyond redemption. And I got to believe that this city can still be saved, 'cause once we stop believing that, that's when this city really dies. And us, us, right along with it. Maybe, just maybe, we start saving our home by saving ourselves first.“

 183. Pilot (Arrow 1x1)

1, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: David Nutter

 "The name of the island they found me on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. I've been stranded here for five years. I've dreamt of my rescue every cold black night since then. For five years, I have had only one thought, one goal: survive. Survive and one day return home. The island held many dangers. To live, I had to make myself more than what I was, to forge myself into a weapon. I am returning not the boy who was shipwrecked but the man who will bring justice to those who have poisoned my city. My name is Oliver Queen."

 182. The Good, the Bad and the Cuddley (Legends of Tomorrow 3x18)

51, Written by: Marc Guggenheim, Phil Klemmer, Directed by: Dermott Downs

 "All right. We're facing an army of Romans, Vikings, and pirates. But you know what today is? Today is the day that we prove that Rip did not sacrifice his life in vain! And today is the day that we prove that we are not losers! And today is the day that we earn the name 'Legends'!“

 181. Draw back your Bow (Arrow 3x7)

53, Written by: Wendy Mericle, Beth Schwartz, Directed by: Rob Hardy

 "I understand that you're hurting... and I know what it's like to want someone... but not be able to be with them. How you wish things could be different, but they can't. I can't be with you. I can't be with anyone. I have to be alone."

 180. Suicide Squad (Arrow 2x16)

39, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Bryan Q Miller, Directed by: Larry Teng

 "Give me a break, this ain't no task force. Let's call it like it is. Welcome to the Suicide Squad."

 179. Uprising (Arrow 3x12)

58, Written by: Beth Schwartz, Brian Ford Sullivan, Directed by: Jesse Warn

 "I've been gone and I'm sorry, sorry for what the city has had to endure in my absence. But you did endure it and the evidence of that struggle is lying at my feet. You did not fail this city and I promise I will not fail you by leaving it again."

 178. Year’s End (Arrow 1x9)

9, Written by: Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, Andrew Kreisberg, Directed by: John Dahl

 "What do you want with me?" "What any archer wants. To see who's better. First Hunt, then Ravich, and now you. I know about the List, and the man who authored it wants you dead. They call you 'the Hood'. Let's see what you look like without it."

 177. Armageddon Part 1 (The Flash 8x1)

152, Written by: Eric Wallace, Directed by: Eric Dean Seaton

 „Like a superhero team-up with the Atom?“

 176. Last Sons of Krypton (Superman & Lois 1x15)

15, Written by: Kristi Korzec, Michael Naducci, Brent Fletcher, Todd Helbing, Directed by: Tom Cavanagh

 „All I wanted was a family, Kal.

„You had it. We were brothers.“

[kitkatt0430]

4 and 7?

4.) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Too many to count and there's always something new showing up when I least expect it. Both a curse and blessing to be a fic writer with an overactive imagination.

So one that has been sitting in the back of my mind for a while is the Code Realize fusion fic where Eddie has a toxic touch. I haven't really written anything out yet, but I've got a general idea of how the first part of the story would go.

It would start with the local military of Central City, led by General Eiling, converging on a nearby abandoned town. Specifically a house where the town's sole inhabitant lives. Eddie Thawne. Eddie knows he's not supposed to go anywhere - the house he lives in is the only one where he can touch anything without his melting away to nothing. He never grows hungry and his boredom is relieved by the small library of books within, but Eddie longs for companionship.

Companionship his father's letter forbids him. Because, according to Eobard Thawne, Eddie is a monster.

But Eiling's arrival changes things. The General refuses to leave without Eddie and threatens to destroy the house itself if that's what it takes to force Eddie to go with him. Eddie can't risk his one sanctuary being destroyed and, reluctantly, agrees. But Eiling destroys the house anyway. 'Cause he's a jerk.

Dismayed because now the only things he can touch are the ones Eiling stole from the house before setting it on fire, Eddie thinks his only choice now is to go with Eiling; he can never escape to go home now, like he'd been hoping. But at the outskirts of town, a new option appears - a phantom thief calling himself the Flash appears, taunting Eiling and running off with Eddie in his arms.

The Flash introduces himself once they're safely away. His real name is Barry Allen and he needs Eddie's help, if Eddie's willing to give it. He's looking for Eobard Thawne, Eddie's father... because he has reason to believe Eobard Thawne is planning a terrorist attack on Central City. Eddie wants to find his father too. To find out whether he's truly planning something so terrible... but also to find out why he's a 'monster' and what it has to do with the shining stone he has in place of his heart.

That's when Cisco would show up with his steampunk car, introduced as the first of Barry's allies.

Since the game is heavy on the steampunk, I'd want to keep that as the setting for the series. And the eventual main ship would be Westhallen, though I'm still debating how to introduce Iris. I think it'd be fun to have her be the detective nemesis of Barry's, but that's a bit fuzzy right now and I want to be sure of what Iris' part in the series is before I start writing... for all that she won't show up for a while regardless.

7.) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Oh, honey,” Lisa patted his hand, “you look like you’re gonna cry. I’m a good listener if you need someone to talk to about what’s going on?”

She was the first person to just… touch him like it was no big deal since the lightning struck. Iris always hesitated, always had pity in her eyes. Joe looked guilty, as though he felt he should have protected Barry better. (And he should have; he’d laughed off Barry’s concerns about that damn skylight like everyone else did and now look at him. Barry was never going to be the same again. Scars like these don’t go away over time.) But Lisa didn’t flinch at the sight when he opened the door. Didn’t look him over with disgust. Didn’t make him feel like a freak just for surviving something that left its mark on his skin.

Barry started crying.

~ From Chrysalis

So in this fic series it was important to me that Barry had scars left from the lightning strike. I'd been rewatching some of S3 at the time and I was reminded of how Savitar's scars on the show were part of what marked him as the evil Barry - just some more of the show's casual ableism really. I wanted to write something where Barry had those scars - or similar ones, anyway - and it didn't make him the bad guy.

Once I had that premise, I had to consider what everyone's reactions would be. And that Barry would be pushing away Iris and Joe as much because of their actual reactions to him as well as what Barry was imagining their reactions to him were. Everything always seems worse when your stuck inside your own head, after all, and Barry is very much that here, struggling with the way strangers look at him now and the way he feels about himself when he looks in the mirror.

And then finally I arrived at this scene where Lisa shows up. She's been a bit worried about her shut in neighbor and her concern for him isn't something he can write off as obligation or morbid curiosity. She's just kind when he needs it most. And it was a turning point in accepting himself that Barry needed.

I was really proud of how this fic turned out and that there wound up being more story to tell afterwards. But I think this first one is still my favorite, thanks to the way Lisa and Barry's friendship develops from here.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Jealousy: Barry Allen

UNEDITED

Barry' POV:

     "You are jealous!" Caitlin said following me around the lab. And I repeated ignore and denied it. "You are too! You are jealous of (Y/N)'s partner! It's just like the first time, you saw Iris and that one guy what was his name again?" She said putting her chin in between her pointer and thumb, in thought.

     "His name was Eddie Thawne. And I'm not jealous of her partner. And I'm NOT jealous, end of story." She said putting her hands up in defense. "Okay!" She said with a bit of a laugh, as I began to walk away. "BUT, if you want my advice," "Caitlin." "I think you should just tell her." I sighed and began to tell what I told her a million times before, I'm not going to tell her. She sighed and left me alone.

     As I was over to the monitors, Cisco walks in with Big Belly Burger. I grabbed my food and sat it on a table. "Hey, Cait." Cisco began to whisper into Cailtins ear. "Is he still jealous, you-know-who?" I turned around immediately. "Come on, really?" I said, walking over to them.

     "Really, Cisco?" I said, getting a little agitated. "Oh come on, we wouldn't have been doing this for as long we have if you don't-" "CISCO!" Caitlin said hitting him upside the head. "You've been trying to get me to tell (Y/N)-"

     "Tell me what?" She said walking into the room, with food of her own. "Nothing." I said, glaring at Cisco and Caitlin, before walking out of the lab.

(Y/N)' POV:

     "Whaaat, just happened?" I asked putting my food down gently, not to spill it. They just looked at each other, then at me, then anywhere else, but my eyes. "Guys? What's with Barry?" I said, genuinely concerned. "I have something to do in the lab." Cisco said about to walk out, but I stopped him. "We're already in the lab, Cisco."

     He fake laughed, and coughed a bit. "I meant the other other lab.." I looked at him skeptically. He begins to walk backwards slowly. "GOTTA GO BYE!" He said running out, before him coming back in to grab his food, then proceeds to run out.

     "What is going on, around here Caitlin?" I said turning towards her. "Look, (Y/N). I care about you, you know that, right?" I nodded, folding my arms. "But I can't tell you. I would, but Barry doesn't want us too. Not even Joe or Iris." I scoffed and backed away.

     I was inching closer to her. She looked down, probably feeling guilty. "(Y/N). You know, I want to tell you, but I just can't!" She said, standing her ground. I took a step back. "You're supposed to be my best friend. You're supposed to tell me, if anything is wrong my boyfriend!" "I want too! Believe me! But it's hard when two of your best friends, are telling you two different things, and you have to pick who to listen to! And I'm not going to do that! From now on, I'm not

     I didn't want, my powers to take over, so I just stepped back and thought of happy things. I started to calm down, and I looked up at Caitlin and apologized so many times, before grabbing my stuff and walking out of there. I saw Cisco leaning up against the walls, most likely he heard everything. I didn't care and walked past him.

Barry' POV:

     I walked out, with my hands in my pockets, whilst Caitlin comes up to me. "You tell me to keep another one of your secrets, I will not hold Frost back. You know how hard it was to not tell anyone anything, my BEST FRIEND for crying out loud." I just stood there and remained silent. "Never again, Bartholomew. You hear me?" She said looking at me dead in the eyes. Cisco then walks into the room. "Hey, look! I know, we're like all not on the best terms, as of right now. But I have a coupon for Big Belly Burger, and I was wondering.." Frost begins to show. "Okay, damn! I get it! I'll ask someone else." He said walking into another room.

     "Tell her. Or I will." She said walking out the room as well. And I'm left stand there. I then decide to call, (Y/N).

~Time Skip~

(Y/N)' POV:

     I hear a knock on the door, and I open it. "Hi, Bar." I said, allowing him to come in. "Look, I want to tell you something. And I'm not going to make this any longer then it needs to be." He said and I nodded sitting on my couch. "I'm jealous. I'm jealous, of how much time you spend with him. And I know, I shouldn't be thinking like that, but when you have a girlfriend as pretty as you I just-" I grab him by his shoulders, and give him a shake. "Barry, relax!"

     "It's fine! It's normal to be jealous!" I said, as he sat down next to me. "And besides he's moving away anyway, one of his relatives is sick, and he wants to be there for them." I said, putting a hand on his cheek. "And I get jealous too, Bar. You aren't the only one."

     He looks at me skeptically. "Since when did you get jealous?" I turned my head. "Not telling!" I said, giving Barry a hard time. He rolled his eyes, with a small laugh, knowing how stubborn you and will just wait for you to tell him on your own.

     He wraps an arm around my shoulder. "I love you and I'll try not to get jealous and overprotective of you." I snuggled into him. "Good. Because I have a guy coming over-" "You, what?!" He said, and I just laughed, and he just sat there concerned.

     'Oh, you have no idea, how much I love you Bartholomew Henry Allen.'

[elfwoodfae]

Ima need you to write something filthy about Harry after he discovers y/n's erotic friend fiction about the team and learn what she really thinks about him.

Love, some one anonymous and your biggest fan

“Hurtful Lies” Harrison “Harry” Wells x reader

Author’s note: HUGE thank you to @wintersire for coming through and helping me keep Harry in character and help me edit and put together this story, honestly couldn’t have done it without her. Also I know is not exactly what you asked for but I could stop myself from the angst, I truly hope you like it. I loved writing it. I cried too while doing it.

WARNING: SMUT, ANSGT.

Gif credits to the owner, I found it on google.

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“Oh Harrison,” You moaned in his ear as he held you up against the wall, your legs tangled around his waist.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He whispered, his hands going up your back and ripping open the fabric of your dress. His lips found yours, his teeth catching your bottom one, tugging on it for you to open your mouth.

His hand went down the curve of your ass to the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat coming from you.

“Every night since I met you I have dreamed about this moment, I've touched myself thinking of you, I adore you, everything about you.” You proclaimed against his mouth. He kissed you fiercely in response, savoring you.

You typed furiously into your computer, not wanting to lose the inspiration you had. This was your hobby, or more or less your practice into becoming a writer, and what better way to do it than writing about the center of your affections. Harrison Wells. Or more accurately, Earth 2 Harrison Wells. You had developed a hard crush on the man, everything about him drove you crazy, his hands, his hair, his lips, his back, and oh God did you wonder what was inside those pants; maybe that’s why he always wore them so baggy.

You could almost say it was an obsession at this point. At night, when you were alone, he was who you would think of while touching yourself, moaning his name. You wanted him so bad. It's gotten to the point where you would do anything for him, as scared as that thought made you.

Taking a break from typing and stretching your fingers, you leaned back to look at the screen and read over your writing. You wondered how long you've been writing for; it seemed like no time at all. When you catch the time you let out a curse. It was almost 8. and Cisco had insisted you all go out as a team for a very deserved family dinner at Barry’s place.

Saving the document and getting up from the computer you went over to your room, getting dressed up. While you readied yourself you heard a breach opening in your living room; Cisco was here to get you.

“I will be out in a minute! Get comfy.” You called out while struggling to fix the dress to make your breasts look more appetizing. Obviously you doubted Harry would notice, but at least you could dream he would. You had chosen a short float dress with an open back and low neckline, perfect for indiscreet kisses and flirty hands.

Back in the living room Cisco was moving through the apartment to get to the kitchen, leaving Harry, who had unexpectedly come with him, alone; something you were unaware of. The screen of your computer illuminated as a email notification appeared, catching Harry’s attention. He looked over and as he was about to dismiss it something called his attention back to it.

His name was written on whatever you were working on, moving towards it slowly he started to read it over, his eyes widening with every word he read. Just as he was about to scroll down the page the clicking of your heels could be heard, making him smack the screen down to hide what he was doing.

Trying to act normal he turned around, hiding his face from you and the blush softly creeping on it.

“Oh Harry, I didn’t know you had come with Cisco,” you said, looking at his back.

“He would take too long otherwise,” he grunted, unable to look you in the eye. His gaze stayed on your neck, trying to distract himself, but that was a mistake as he could see the way the dress hugged your body from his peripheral view. Memories of what you had written came to his mind as he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands up your back and take that dress off of you.

Clearing his throat he had to turn back around, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants to try and hide something else triggered by the thought.

You took in his appearance. You don’t think you had ever seen him this formal, and for a moment he reminded you exactly of Thawne the night of the accelerator launch; his white shirt with a blazer on top, the first buttons open to show his skin, his black pants, and his hair; a little shorter and sharper on the sides. You wondered if this is what he looked like most of the time on his Earth; before zoom, when he was less worried about everything.

Cisco came back just in time from the kitchen, hurrying all of you into a breach to make it to Barry’s on time.

After the drinks started flowing, so did the good feelings; the atmosphere was joyful, everyone was having a good time, even Harry seemed relaxed in his own way.

As the night progressed and all of you sat around the living room, Caitlin asked about your project. She knew you had been working on a few pieces for a literature portfolio you had been building.

“Well I have been working on this piece I’m really excited about.” You said, causing Harry to suddenly choke on his drink.

“You good?” Cisco nudged him.

“Yeah yeah I’m just, I’m going to get some air,” he whispered getting up with his drink and walking over to the balcony.

Maybe it was the liquid courage the alcohol provided, or the fact that fate liked to play with you, but you suddenly felt brave enough to walk after him. You excused yourself quietly before following him into the cool night air.

“Hey,” you gently touched his shoulder. “Is everything okay?” You asked him with a kind smile. The one you always saved for him.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just a little crowded in there.” He lamely excused.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll be leaving soon, I think I had one too many drinks, I’ll ask Cisco to breach me.” You said as you turned around, ready to leave, but right before you went through the door his hand stopped you, grabbing your arm delicately.

“I can walk you, I’m leaving too.” He said. He was regretting this as the words were leaving his mouth but it was already too late, you had smiled at him and nodded, letting him know you were getting your purse and saying your goodbyes. He didn’t know where this had come from, certainly not from his common sense as he knew he shouldn’t be giving you any hopes after what he had read in your computer, but he couldn’t help it, the alcohol in his system made him think slower and not very clearly.

The walk home was quiet, only making small talk between you both. He didn’t know why he had offered to walk you, Cisco could have breached you easily. Once you made it to your door you turned around, facing him.

“Hey,” you started, trying to find a way to phrase what you wanted to ask him. This may after all be your only chance at this.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He shouldn’t stay, he should have said no and leave, he wasn’t thinking clearly and the consequences would prove to be devastating.

He nodded, too afraid of speaking and his words betraying him. He followed you inside, settling in the couch while you went to get some alcohol from the kitchen.

Serving him and yourself a drink you both settle on simple conversation, laughing and every once in a while you could see the way his eyes would fall to your lips.

Finishing your drinks, silence fell over you both, neither sure of what was supposed to happen, but the tension could be felt in the air. Softly, you moved closer to him, your hand finding his thigh as you leaned over him. He was studying you, his eyes on your lips. Slowly you touched his face, your lips connecting with his in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, his hands moving to the back of your neck as if by instinct, his lips pressed harder to yours, his teeth grazing your bottom one, prompting you to open your mouth. He had forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone else. His hands traveled down your back, feeling the soft skin of your back exposed by the dress. You moved to his lap, removing his blazer and playing with the buttons of his white shirt.

In a silent agreement you both decided to move this to the bedroom, you got up, offering him your hand for him to take and follow you. Once inside you turned around, kissing him again as you moved backwards towards the bed. His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, opening it and letting it fall of your form. There you stood, naked in front of him, only in your panties as you bit your lip, you looked absolutely stunning in his eyes.

He knew the only way he was being able to go through with this was because of the amount of alcohol in his system, and as he moved his hands to your waist to lean you back in the bed, kissing you, his breathing started to quicken. Heat spreading from the back of his neck to his shoulders. He was loosing focus on what he was doing.

Your hands moved to his pants, unbuckling them, opening the button of them and pushing them down, but the moment your hand touched his cock he lost it, he couldn’t do it. He started to panic, images of Tess came to his mind and his mind screamed at him that this was a betrayal to her memory.

Moving away from you quickly he turned around, trying to get himself back in his pants again.

“Harry?” You softly asked him, sitting up and covering yourself with the duvet.

“Hey it’s okay,” you tried again when he didn’t reply, noticing the way his breathing had quickened and he seemed to be panicking. Understanding came over you; he was probably nervous. You assumed he hasn’t been with anyone physically since his wife passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you try again, touching his arm to reassure him, but the moment your skin touches his he flinched away from you.

“Don’t touch me” he says, getting up from the bed, his breathing quickening. He hasn't felt this way since Jessie was taken; the weight on his chest getting heavier every second he remained in your bedroom. He couldn’t explain why, but this sense of panic rose the moment he saw your face fall at him flinching away from you.

“Hey calm down, it's okay. I understand if you need time,” you began but he interrupted you with a breathy scoff. He was in a panic state now; he couldn’t think clearly anymore, he knew you knew what was happening to him, and somehow that show of weakness made the whole situation worse.

“What could you possibly understand, you're just a selfish brat. I don’t need you whoring yourself to me like you did to Thawne.” He spits quickly, not looking at you. He knew that seeing your face would be his last straw.

Your own panic becomes evident in the way your breathing changes. Tears pool in your eyes, so heavy that they start to fall without your consent. The hurt, the humiliation and embarrassment you feel at his words are obvious, how did he know what had happened with Thawne?

His panic dulls once his pants are securely covering him once more, clearing his head enough to allow him to process what he just said to you. He turns toward you, that feeling building once more but for a completely different reason this time. He shouldn’t have said that, he fucked up completely now. A sharp pain tugs at him the moment he sees your face; he went too far.

“No, y/n, I am,” he begins to say, he needs to fix this before is too late, but you close your eyes, whispering a quiet “get out”. When you open your eyes again, he is still there. He tries to reach for you but you dodge him, taking the blanket with you to the bathroom.

He tries to talk to you, to apologize, but by the way he can hear your sobbing from behind the closed door he knows there is nothing he can say to fix this, at least not now.

You stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the floor behind the door with your blankets around you until you heard the front door close, proving that he had indeed left.

How could he had done that to you? You had trusted him, you had trusted Harry to be different. You had never thought he could be so cruel, but once again you had been proven wrong and were hurt by two men wearing the same face.

Harry looks for you the next day. He needs to apologize, he needs to fix this because he can’t deal with the pain and guilt he is feeling now. He storms through the lab but he can’t find you. Eventually Ramon gets there, who informs him that you didn’t come today.

Harry seems to be in a even worse mood than before, yelling at everyone and throwing things every once in a while, a behavior he had overcome in his time on this earth.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” Cisco questions him, finally having been able to catch him.

He hesitates, unsure if telling Ramon what happened was the best idea but with how bad he screwed up he may need all the help he can get at fixing this.

“I, I made a mistake” he whispers, facing the white board he was writing on.

“Last night I walked y/n home, and we had a couple drinks and one thing led to another,” he says, fixing his glasses as he is unsure of how to continue.

“And” Cisco pushes.

“And we kissed and then I panicked, and I,” he sighs.

“Harry its okay." Cisco tries, but Harry doesn't face him. "Look, I am sure she didn’t take it personally.” Cisco stands and reaches out to pat his shoulder, trying to help Harry, but when he touched his arm he saw exactly what Harry said; he saw what happened, the way his words had affected you. He knew Harry had a temper but he never expected for him to be capable of being so hurtful, especially to you, who had been nothing but kind and understanding to him.

“Oh no Harry, what did you do?” Cisco quickly says, fear evident in his voice.

“What?” Harry says, turning to look at him.

“How could you had say that to her? How do you even know about Thawne?” Cisco demands, anger evident in his voice.

“I panicked Ramon, I wasn’t thinking when I said it.” He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.

“I heard Barry talking about Thawne and he mentioned that he and y/n were seeing each other.”

“That’s not the worst part Harry, we never talk about what happened not because of him but because of her too.” Cisco begins, he takes in a breath before continuing.

“Barry and y/n were closer back then, they were always together, but when Barry found out about Thawne, he also found out that y/n and him had a relationship, he instantly thought that she knew who he was and he never gave her a chance to explain,” he sighs, his eyes lost in the memories of that day.

“He was going to lock her in the pipeline with him, but Joe stopped him. Thawne had told her that she had been nothing but a distraction and a way for him to have fun, that he had never loved her. Barry was sure she had betrayed the team as well and when she was trying to explain he called her a desperate slut and accused her of not caring that he was a murderer." Cisco looks to the side, lost in the memory. "I still remember her face, the tears and how Joe had to intercept because he had crossed the line. After he locked her up, Thawne confessed that y/n was innocent, that she never knew who or what his intentions were.” Cisco proceeded explaining, making Harry only feel worse and worse by the second.

“Even when Barry apologized and she explained everything they never recovered, they never were as close as before and the team was not the same after that.” Cisco finished. God had he screwed up.

“I need to fix this Ramon,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

“I don’t honestly think you can do anything to fix this. I’m sorry Harry, but I think you can only give it time.” He said.

As the week progressed you had manage to avoid Harry at all costs, working on a lab far away from the cortex and completely opposite from him. You had expected to feel better by now, but his insult had only revived the memories buried in your mind, every time you looked at him now you could only see the original Wells, you could only see Thawne because the difference between both in your head had been completely erased after that night.

It took a week for Harry to finally corner you; he knew you were avoiding him, and he was trying to give you space, at least the first few days but every time you seemed to get a glance of his presence you would flee. He knew he deserved it.

When you made it home that night, after changing and settling down on the sofa you tried to relax, in all honesty the anxiety of the whole situation had made you too tense and too anxious to even be able to properly function that week.

As you switched between channels trying to distract yourself, you heard the telltale signs of a breach opening behind your couch. Cisco knew what had happened, he had hugged you as you cried that first day back after the incident.

“Cisco I am fine, I will be fine in a couple days” you added without looking back.

“It’s not Cisco” his raspy voice said, almost in a whisper and you instantly froze, not wanting to see him.

He noticed the way you tensed, how you wouldn’t turn around to see him.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

“Please let me fix this, I am so sorry,” he began.

You looked at him, and as he took a step closer to you, you flinched away. He could see the fear in your eyes and that only hurt him more, he knew he deserved this, how could he blame you? He was wearing the same face as the man who once hurt you the same way he had done, in your eyes there was no difference between himself and Thawne.

He moved closer, slower this time, afraid to scare you away.

“I am so sorry,” he said again, trying to find the right words to make you understand that he hadn’t meant it.

“The other night, I, I panicked, I,” he couldn’t explain himself. Eventually he gave up and sat on the edge of the couch, giving you a wide berth. He took a deep breath.

“Her name was Tess,” he begins, closing his eyes at the tears he knows are coming.

“I know you know of her from the other one, but she was mine. My amazing, beautiful wife.” You only looked at him, allowing him to explain himself.

“When Jessie was 5, Tess got sick. We couldn’t figure out what was happening, she only lasted a couple more months.” He had removed his glasses by now, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

“After she died I became a bitter man; I was angry and broken. I couldn’t rebuild my life without her.” He continued, his eyes focus on the memories.

“That night, was, that night was the first time since her that I had allowed myself to be with someone, and the moment you touched me I panicked, my mind screaming that I was betraying her.” He finished.

You could see the pain in his eyes, the way the tears fell down his cheeks. You had never seen Harry so vulnerable.

Now you felt sorry for him; you could understand his panic.

“I know that’s not an excuse for what I said or how I treated you and I’m not asking you to forgive me but I needed to explain to you. I owed you that much.” He finished.

“Harry,” you began, trying to clean your face from your own tears.

“Harry I forgive you, I just,” you continued, looking up to clear your eyes of the tears trying to fall again.

“If you didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about you, you could have told me,” you said.

“That’s the thing, I have dreamt of you since the day I met you, I have wished to be able to move forward but I’m stuck, guilt eating me alive.” He said.

If there was ever any doubt in your mind of Harry being the same as his evil doppelgänger it was gone now. This man had suffered so much, he deserved to be happy and after finding someone who could help him he had locked himself away.

Standing up, you moved in front of where he was sitting, tangling your hands in his hair and bringing his face to your stomach, hugging him. His puppy eyes watched your every move, his hands instantly went around your waist, holding you, allowing himself to feel you.

“Harry, I know that you loved her very much, and I could never pretend or try to replace that love you had for her,” you began, trying to phrase what you wanted him to understand.

“Harry, she would want you to be happy, to keep living.” You said, rubbing your fingers softly through his hair.

“Your mind is lying to you, this is not a betrayal, you could never betray that love” you finished.

You felt him nod his head, still hugging you. His hands tightening around you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him process your words.

His hand moved tangled in your shirt, pulling you down to his lap, allowing him to hug you closer, your arms went around his neck as he held you, burying his face in your hair.

“Would you give me a second chance?” He whispered against your skin, he needed to move on, to show you how much he cared for you.

“Harry, I” you began, scare that if you did he would hurt you again, you wouldn’t be able to get over that if it happened again.

“Please y/n, I need to show you how much you mean to me, please” he begged you, planting a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“Only if you are sure you want to go through with this, to see where it could lead us” you told him, aware of the risk you were taking.

“I am” he confirmed, his hands running up your back.

Your own hands tangled again in his hair, pulling him to you, your lips connecting, softer this time, slower, he was taking his time exploring your mouth. You broke away from the kiss, looking at him while removing his glasses and putting them aside, leaning back down to kiss him.

His hand went under your shirt, caressing your back, feeling the soft skin as his kisses became hungrier. He moved his mouth across your jawline, delivering soft kisses and moving down your neck, obtaining a few sighs from you, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses.

He got up slowly, tangling your legs around his waist he moved you both to your bedroom. Leaving you back down against the bed, removing his jacket before lowering himself on top of you.

This time his mind was clear, his only focus was you. To show you how much he wanted you and needed you. His hands found the hem of your shirt, looking at you for consent before removing it. He took the time to admire you, looking at every detail of your skin. He lowered himself, kissing your neck, the top of your breast as his hands ran up your waist, squeezing slightly before moving to your breast, caressing them and feeling the softness of them.

Your hands removed his shirt, aching to feel him bare against your skin. You moved your hands to his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tensed and how they relaxed when you moved your hands down his back, his kisses trailed up back to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while his hand moved to caress your leg, running up your thigh to your ass, squeezing it and feeling how your body reacted to his touches.

Your hands moved to his pants, opening them but leaving them like that, giving him the option to remove them himself whenever he felt ready.

His hands found the hem of your underwear, once again he looked at you, wanting to make sure you still wanted this, you nodded while he removed them, his hand trailing back up to feel you, feel how soft you were and how wet he was making you. He groaned once his hand connected to your center, feeling the slickness covering his fingers as he moved them across your entrance, he love the way you moaned for him, throwing your head back. He buried his face in your neck at the same time his finger moved inside of you, opening you up for him. You gripped his hair as his lips sucked a mark onto your skin. Soon after another finger found its way inside of you; he was getting you ready. He curled them inside, making a long moan fall out of you as your eyes rolled back in your head. He could feel the way you pulled him in, how you squeezed him and dripped on his fingers. He moved them faster, grinding his palm onto your clit, drawing an orgasm out of you. He wanted you to come first, knowing that he wouldn’t last long.

He felt you tightening around his fingers, as you lifted yourself on your elbows, coming while moaning into his mouth.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking in the face you made for him, the way your eyes looked up at him half lidded and your teeth caught your lips to stop the moans from coming out. He adored the way you looked, how warm you felt against him.

He quickly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, letting his cock free. He grabbed it, feeling it throbbing in his hand, the head moist from the precum that had leaked out.

He stroked himself a few times before moving the head against your entrance. His arms trembling when he started to push in. He closed his eyes as he bottomed out, groaning against your skin as the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. He started to move slowly, lifting you to pull almost completely out before dropping you down again. He kissed your neck, biting softly at it, trying to distract himself to last a little longer. He doubted he would after so long. You felt so warm and divine around him. His pace quickened, hearing you moan while he grunted, feeling his orgasm building up. He was close, he could feel his muscles tingling and his cock ready to burst in you.

Your hands found his face, holding his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him as he started to come inside, having to break himself from your mouth to moan into the air. That was a sigh you never wanted to forget. He moved himself to rest against your chest, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in while your hands played with his back. He hadn’t felt this calm, this content in such a long time. He loved the peace you brought him, and he promised himself that no matter what, he would never hurt you again, he would keep you safe, he would love you and cherish you for the rest of his days if you would have him.

[hells-wells]

Eobard Thawne

Edited ---------------------Season Two- Episode 11 "The Reverse-Flash Returns"

This will be added to my Eobard series, started as my first attempt 🖤

////////////No warnings ---///////// Pairings broken hearted reader X Eobard Thawne ------- EoWells X Reader past----- maybe something with Harry Wells X reader

You sat in the cortex with the team watching Joe talk with Eobard, Harry's hand clutching your shoulder, the only thing keeping you from falling. Everyone's attempt at Eobard failed, watching Joe disappear from the monitor, feeling the frustration build, you turn to Barry.

"Barry…" Your voice trembled, giving away every mention you were feeling.

"Y/n?" Barry's eyes scanned yours, hoping he was wrong.

"Can you run to Big belly burger and get his normal order, please? " You asked, still not moving your gaze from the monitor. Everyone froze, watching you, Harry's hand gripped your shoulder tightly.

"Wh- what? Why?" Barry stepped closer, wanting to understand why you would volunteer to go down there.

"I'm going down there."

Barry simply nodded, knowing better than to argue with you, when your mind was made up. Within a blink of an eye, Barry was back, handing you the bag of food and a strawberry shake.

"Are you sure?" Harry's voice cracked, watching you. You turned to him with a small smile, the two of you had grown close since he arrived. Placing your hand on top of his, brushing your thumb over his.

Caitlin abruptly jerked forward "You don't have to Y/n, we don't expect you to."

Seeing the concern on your friend's faces, you took a deep breath and stepped forward. "You guys don't understand when he had Eddie and me down in the basement he told me that we met before… In the future with his original body." You attempted to force yourself to sound less numb but failed. The room fell silent, Harry was the first to break it.

"Just be careful Y/n, don't reveal too much." He simply warned.

"You don't have to Y/n." Caitlin almost yelled.

You shrugged "It's his Origin story, Cait, and seeing as it helped shape his opinion of me before he became Harrison, I would say it matters."

Harry followed you to the elevator, not knowing what else to say or if he should follow you down there.

"Do you have such little faith in me, Harry?"  You asked playfully, nudging his arm, he let out a small chuckle and bent down, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I have great faith in you." You noted how worried his eyes were, the doors dinged and opened.

"I hope so, thanks for worrying about me." You quickly embraced him, as you went to pull away he continued to hold on for a moment longer. With that, you stepped into the elevator, watching Harry as the doors closed. 

Deep breaths Y/n, it's not him… Well, it is him but not him…. If I'm being honest, I want to see you Harr-Eobard, I need to meet the original you. I need to See you again...

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived in the pipeline. The door opened to reveal Joe.

"Y/n, Where are you going?" He asked, stopping the door.

"I'm going to see him." 

"Do you want backup?" 

"I appreciate it but no." You smiled at the man you thought of as a second father, growing up with Iris and Barry, they all were like a second family.

The sound of your boots echoed through the pipeline causing your heart to race, you pressed the button and there he stood, facing the glass, waiting.

"And who are you?" Eobard asked, stepping closer, the curiosity showing in his voice.

Hearing his voice sent shivers through your body. "Y/n" you answered while taking in his features, his real face was nice.

Beautiful...

He let out a chuckle. "I'm assuming we've met since everyone that's come down here has. Now, the question is, what do you want?"

"I thought you might be hungry." Setting the food and the shake in the conjoined tray, he watched you closely. "Don't worry, you'll like it." A small smile crept through. 

"Oh, I doubt that's all you're here for." He said with a smirk.

You couldn't help but stare at his face, you knew that Harrison's face wasn't his real one but it was still weird seeing him in a different body. You watched him take the food and drink, setting them down on the floor.

"Now, what did I do to you?" He asked with amusement.

You chewed your bottom lip, trying to decide how to answer. You noticed he was watching your lips.

He always liked it when I bit my lower lip.

"Amongst other things, you kept your promise."

Eobard's eyes roamed your body, with a click of his tongue "Interesting unlike the others I don't sense hatred, there's something else…"

You sighed "That's because I don't hate you Eobard." You gazed at each other for a few moments and breaking the silence you leapt forward touching the glass. "Can I ask something?" The mood instantly changed.

He nodded "Go ahead"

Tilting your head "Why aren't there any cows in your time? I never got the chance to ask before." You weren't surprised that your question caught him off guard, you had a habit of asking random questions.

"Out of everything you could ask, you want to know that?" Licking his bottom lip as his eyes never left yours.

Before you could answer Harry appeared beside you causing you to jump, aiming his gun at Eobard.

"Time to send you home." Harry glared at the man he had grown to hate, forcing his body in front of yours, he protected you from Eobard's eyes.

"The time paradox, yeah. You've all messed with something you don't understand." Once again, Eobard was amused.

"Do me a favour?... And just shut up."

Eobard chuckled as he answered "And how exactly are you going to send me home?"

"Don't worry about it."

You stood there, watching them both. 

"You fixed Dr Mcgee's tachyon device." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement.

Harry moved to the side, pushing the button as he spoke  "No, I came up with a different method."

He continued to shield you from Eobard.

"Is that so?" 

"Ah-huh," Harry answered smugly.

Great, just what Harry needs is his ego stroked more.

Eobard stepped forward "Who are you?"

Pointing His gun at Eobard "No one of consequence." Harry answered.

Eobard's face lit up knowingly "Oh… I doubt that." 

He watched as Harry took your hand, forcing you behind him as the three of you made your way to Barry. You gripped his large hand back which earned a small tug of a smile from him, feeling uneasy you noticed Eobard watching you very closely. Once you three arrived Harry let go of your hand and made his way over and spoke with Barry, you side-stepped closer to Eobard, speaking low so only he could hear you "This won't make a lot of sense to you but please be safe."

Eobard simply smirked and whispered "I'll see you soon Y/n"

[backtothestart02]

CEO Iris West - 2/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Chapter 2, here we go! Dramaaaa

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Chapter 2 -

Present Day

Iris shifted in her sleep five minutes before her alarm went off. Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked a few times as the view of her bedroom came into focus. She thought about reaching for her phone to turn off the alarm, but her body still felt heavy, and she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Plus, there was an arm wrapped around her waist that had tightened and would probably continue to do so if she tried to move.

Eddie Thawne.

She sighed inwardly, wondering how wise it had been that she get involved with an employee. In her defense, she hadn’t even known he was in the running for one of their positions until HR dropped his resume on her lap two weeks earlier. They’d been seeing each other on and off for about a month before that, and she’d been irritated he hadn’t mentioned anything.

“Oh, come on, Baby, we’ll get to see each other more. It’ll be great,” he’d soothed when she brought it up post-interview when she said she’d ‘let him know’ her decision, even though he had all the credentials necessary for the job, better than any of the other candidates.

“I’m not your co-worker, Eddie,” she’d countered. “I’m CEO of the company. It’s against the rules.”

“You’re CEO, Babe. You can break those rules if you want.”

“And what kind of example does that set for the rest of my employees?”

But they’d been in bed at the time of the argument, and he’d whisked away her worries with sweet nothings and soft caresses, kisses and…well, fucking, inevitably. The conversation hadn’t come up again after that, even though her worries continued.

It turned out she was right to worry. Eddie had started out as a strong employee at first, increasing sales and turning a thick profit. But over the last week, he’d started slacking off, and every time she pulled him into her office to discuss it, he seduced her. Or tried to. And he made empty promises that never delivered.

The night before while going through files after hours, she’d found that someone in accounting had been embezzling, and their righthand man had been none other than Eddie Thawne. It was worse than she could have possibly dreamed, but despite everything she chose to have one more night with him – or rather, he was at her door when she got home, and she was too tired to shoo him away.

She’d been able to turn down sex, because even he could see she was tired, but the feel of his arm around her now made her cringe, made her feel sick inside. She didn’t know how much longer she could last before breaking the news to him. She wouldn’t do it outside the office though, especially not while they were in bed together. If that got out…

“You’re tense, Baby,” he murmured against her neck, which made her flinch. He lifted his head and started to massage her shoulders. “Really tense. Everything, alright?”

“Yeah,” she said, putting on the poker face her father had taught her so well. “Just had a bad dream. You know how unsettling those can be.”

“Of course.” He waited a beat, then, “Maybe I ca-”

She reached for her phone and turned off the alarm seconds before it went off.

“I should start getting ready. I’ll be fast in the shower if you want to take one too.”

“We could take one together,” he suggested, reaching for her, but she was out of his reach just in time, already getting up and reaching for her sheer robe.

“Not today,” she said, then turned to him. “I have a lot to get to in the office, and when we shower together we get…distracted.”

He smirked and scooted over to her side of the bed.

“I thought you liked when we get distracted.” He winked.

She fought to swallow the bile rising in her throat. Every part of him disgusted her now, but she couldn’t give herself away. Not yet. So, she bravely walked over to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Sometimes, but not today. Okay?”

He looked at her suspiciously, as if he could tell something was off, but then brushed it aside.

“Sure. I’ll make breakfast. Then I’ll shower when you get out, and you can eat.”

She smiled.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks.”

She turned away to grab some clothes and a towel and headed into the bathroom. After she got inside, she closed and locked the door. Then she turned on the water, waited for it to turn hot and pulled her phone out that she’d hidden inside the towel.

With shaking fingers, she dialed the only person she knew she could trust with the bombshell she was holding over her head, who wouldn’t judge – hopefully. And who wasn’t Cisco. Cisco would be so disappointed in her. She’d have to tell him eventually, she knew, but she could wait until she’d dealt with the culprits. Right now she needed support before everything fell apart.

“Iris?” her friend asked groggily from the other end.

Iris breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Linda, yeah, it’s me.”

“What’s up?” she asked, and Iris could hear her fighting to wake herself up. When she got calls from her this early, it usually meant it was important.

Iris sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Once she pulled it free, she saw her fingers were trembling.

“Uh-oh,” Linda immediately detected trouble and promptly came to. “What’s wrong?”

“Last night…I discovered one of my employees has been embezzling the company.”

“Oh, shit. Iris, I’m so sorry. Do you know who?”

“Yes. Someone in accounting. I’ll be firing him later today. But there’s something else.”

“Yeah…?”

“Someone in sales has been helping him…as an accomplice. And if it was anyone else, I would’ve seen it sooner, but-”

“Don’t tell me it’s Eddie.”

Iris swallowed.

“Oh, Iris, honey, I’m so sorry.”

“He’s here right now. He was here when I got home last night, and I was too tired to get rid of him. But, Lin, I feel…sick…being around him right now. I’ll have to fire him too, but if he reveals our relationship to anyone before I have a chance to, it could mean the end of Ramon Industries.”

“Iris, are you sure? I mean, it would be bad, but…”

“My reputation would be at stake, and the reputation of the company, that I let myself get involved with an employee who was helping tank everything that Cisco and I worked so hard to build… I’ve already had to consider taking away bonuses for the year to compensate, but people might just straight out quit, especially if I don’t quit. And-”

“Okay, okay. Deep breaths. What do you need me to do?”

“I’m about to go in the shower. Can you be here in 15 and…pretend you have something serious that you need to talk to me alone about, so he’ll feel like he has to leave? I just need some space before I let him go. I feel like I’m suffocating.”

“Of course. I’ll be there. And Iris, no matter what happens, I’m with you.”

“Thanks,” she said, shakily, clenching her fingers until they stopped making her a nervous wreck. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

…

Right on the dot, fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Iris had just stepped out of the bathroom, her hair in a towel and wrapped in a fluffy robe halfway to the kitchen. She put a finger to her lips to silence Eddie in case it was someone who shouldn’t know about them.

“Who is it?” she asked, almost to the door.

Linda sniffled on the other side, blubbering a “It’s me” in response.

Iris mouthed her name to Eddie, and he relaxed. But then she whispered, “Maybe you should go,” and his shoulders slumped, but he nodded, and got his things together.

Iris opened the door and let her friend in.

“Linda, honey, what’s the matter?”

Linda responded incoherently, her voice going up a few decibels when she saw Eddie and presumably felt embarrassed. He waved on his way out, and Iris did her best to give him a sympathetic look as he closed the door behind him.

Once the two heard his car start up and drive down the road, Linda came to, swiping away her fake tears.

“How’d I do?”

Iris snorted.

“You should’ve been an actress.”

Linda smiled prettily.

“Now, how are you? Really?”

“Like I have no appetite. Breakfast?” She gestured to the eggs and bacon Eddie had cooked up.

“Eddie’s doing?”

“If nothing else, he’s a good cook.” Linda wrinkled her nose. “It’ll go to waste if you don’t eat it, Lin.”

She sighed dramatically and sat on a stool at the island table.

“Very well. Feed me.”

…

About an hour later, Eddie waltzed through Ramon Industries on his way to Iris’ office. He hoped she was there by now, because he wanted to make up for lost time. Iris was worried about something, he knew that much. And whatever Linda was going through, he knew she’d want to get off her chest too. He was a good boyfriend like that, even if he’d become a shitty employee.

He brushed that aside though. She had no idea about his side scheme with John in Accounting, and he was planning on keeping it that way. They’d only been taking small amounts since his time at the company, and he knew they could continue to do it for a while. In six months’ time or a year maybe, Iris might decide to make him her partner, and that was when they could really cash in.

He felt a little bad about it, given how smoking Iris West was, but he’d dated hotter chicks for less, and he’d find someone new after her. It was her own fault for getting involved with an employee she barely knew just because he was charming.

He saw a light streaming under her door in her corner office and knocked lightly.

“Iris? It’s me.”

“Come in.”

He turned the knob and pushed the door open, and saw she looked very grave and serious.

“Oh, no. What’s wrong? Is it about Linda?”

“No. Sit down.”

He frowned and took a seat across from her.

“You’ve got your ‘strictly professional’ voice on,” he joked. “What’s up? You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

“Eddie…” She sighed, leaning back in her seat.

“Iris, come on now, we have a good thing here. And nobody knows. Not even John, who you know I adore.” He chuckled.

“Interesting you should mention him,” she said, then pulled out his file and turned it around so Eddie could see. “Do you notice anything? Where I’ve circled in red?”

Eddie, a bit on edge now, looked down at the file.

“I don’t know what I’ve supposed to be…”

“He’s been embezzling from the company for the last two weeks.”

“Wow, that’s…are you sure?” He looked up at her.

Her lips thinned.

“As sure as I am that you’ve been helping him.”

“What? How can you possibly-”

She spun her computer monitor around to show him the company statistics and e-mails she’d traced back to the two men in question.

“Your code to each other is quite dumb, as is your choice to use your work e-mails to communicate.”

She turned the screen back around.

“You’re fired, Eddie.”

“Iris…”

“And don’t go far. You two may not have embezzled much yet, but I’ve already talked to my lawyer about taking both of you to court. It’s still possible you might be due for some jail time.”

He gawked.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Get out of my office, Eddie. I’ll see you in court.”

Roughly, he stood up and stalked to the door, pausing for just a moment.

“You’ll regret this.”

Iris didn’t say a word, and he stormed out, roughly pushing past a young man entering the building at the exact time he was heading out. The young man stumbled a bit but then managed to get inside the room just fine.

Straightening, he made his way down the hall to his cubicle. It was dark, but as more employees started to filter in, the lights flickered and stayed on.

His heart hammered away as he noticed the door to his boss’s office cracked open. As beautiful as she was intelligent, she’d stolen his heart from their very first meeting. He was always too nervous to start a conversation with her unless it was work-related, but with his desk so close to her office, and her office door open a tiny crack now, maybe…

“Hey, Allen!” a voice bounded from behind him.

Barry turned to look and then heard the door to his boss’s office close suddenly. He frowned.

So much for that.

“Allen, look at this.”

David Singh, his equal, though much older than him, thrust a flyer in his face. Barry scanned it and saw what appeared to be an employee thank you announcement. CEO Iris West was going to give each of her employees a banana as a thank you later in the day.

“Wow, this is great!”

David’s brows narrowed.

“Did you not read it? She’s thanking us with bananas.”

“I saw.” Barry frowned. “I think that’s very nice of her. Do you think she’ll give them out in person?”

David shook his head.

“It’d be nice if she gave out a salary increase instead, don’t you think? Or can’t you afford your groceries?”

Barry scowled.

The corner office door opened.

“Good morning, gentlemen.”

“Good morning, Ms. West,” Barry said professionally. David curtly nodded and excused himself. “I saw that you’re giving us bananas today!” Barry continued enthusiastically. “That’s very nice of you.”

Iris was dumbfounded and blinked as she gathered her thoughts.

“Uh…you’re welcome, Barry. They’ll be in the break room this afternoon.”

“You mean you won’t be giving them out to us?” He frowned again.

She smiled sympathetically at him, her troubles momentarily forgotten.

“I’m afraid not. It would take a long time to deliver one to every single one of my employees.”

Barry’s frown deepened.

“Well, how will you know if someone has taken more than one then?”

Iris got suddenly more subdued.

“I suppose I just have to trust my employees.” His lips parted to say something, but she interrupted whatever it might have been. “Excuse me.”

Barry watched as she walked down the hallway in the opposite way he’d been intending to go to put away his lunch. He replayed the scene in his head as he traveled to the break room and thought he recalled a glimmer of tears in his boss’s eyes.

That couldn’t be right, could it? She hadn’t sounded sad. Not particularly. Though that last comment…

He shook it off, distracted once more by the large empty box on the table in the break room. Above it was a sign indicating that was where the bananas would be placed. A smile stretched across his face.

His boss was so thoughtful.

“Oh, hey, Barry!” a familiar voice gushed behind him, brushing past his figure on her way to put her own lunch in the fridge.

“Hey, Patty,” he said. “Look what we get today!” he declared.

She looked over his shoulder and saw the sign.

“Oh, yeah… yesterday we got oranges, I think. She must like fruit.”

He frowned. “Did we get oranges? I’m sorry I missed that.”

“You had a dentist appointment, right?”

“Yeah… well, I like bananas better anyway. Potassium is good for you.”

She smiled at his dorkiness and gestured towards the doorway.

“Walk back with me?”

“Oh. Uh, sure.”

Their cubicles were right next to each other, so it wasn’t as if he was going out of his way. He saw the light under his boss’s door again when they returned though and wondered if she was inside, and if she was alright.

He soon would find out. They all would.

[brown-little-robin]

6: Carry Him Gentle

part one | previous | next | ao3

Joseph Wilson? Thad has never heard of this man.

Wally West says, “I met him once. He seemed nice, but I don’t ‘know him’ know him.”

Helen says, “I’ve never heard of him. He’s a metahuman?”

“He took the name Jericho,” Raven offers.

Thad doesn't know of any “Jericho” either, but it seems that everyone else at least has heard of him.

Helen says, “Oh, the one with the whiskers?”

Raven smiles slightly. “Yes.”

Is he some kind of shapeshifter? A catlike alien?

“I know of him from the Titans, I think. He seemed like a good person. Didn’t he go into retirement before Young Justice, though?”

“No,” Raven answers. “Joseph is simply less… public… as Jericho, now.”

“Robin mentioned him once when he was lecturing Young Justice,” Bart Allen puts in. “He said ‘Nightwing’s teammate Jericho could easily kill most heroes, but he chooses to take a supporting role!’”

Well that’s alarming. What powers does this “Jericho” have? Thad thinks of asking, but everyone else already seems to know, and he doesn't feel like interrupting. Most of his rapidly-dwindling energy is going towards not running away and hiding.

He’s still shaky from Raven’s inspection of his soul. He was taken somehow inside Raven, into a vast and horrifying landscape, something like the speed force but full of pillars of bones and desiccated flesh—what is she?—and Raven was standing in front of him. She said “run”, and he tried but he couldn’t slow time even though the lightning was all around him and crackling in his hair. Then… it was ridiculously gentle; she just put her hand on his cheek, and lightning filled his eyes like electric tears, and they both felt it, an ache in Thad’s chest like a hole, a void in the place where speedsters have lightning rods. Raven said “Your wounds are deep, but they can heal in time.” And then he was abruptly back in the dining room with everyone looking at him and— and—

He wants to go nurse his wounds, but he needs information.

Oh. Thad just missed another chunk of time. It seems that no one noticed his lapse, though—except Iris Allen, who’s looking at him with a strange expression, like… worry? Thad hastily breaks eye contact. He supposes a speedster who loses track of his own mind is pretty worrying.

Wally West is saying, “Nightwing trusts him as much as Nightwing can trust anyone.”

“Let’s ask Batman,” Jay Garrick says. “He must have files. I’ll be back—” and he’s gone.

“But regardless of who he lives with, how are we going to get Thad into college?” Linda Park asks. “That takes paperwork. He’ll need a legal identity, a high school record—”

Wally West says, “We can tap into Justice League resources for that. I’m sure they’ll help get Thad settled. But what about his age?”

Everyone is looking at him. The Thawnes used to make him run simulations of situations like this as a punishment.

Stop. Breathe. Control. The Thawnes lied about the Allens. The Allens won’t hurt him. Not with Max vouching for him.

Belatedly, Thad snaps, “What about my age?”

“People usually don’t go to college until they’re eighteen,” Max says.

“I’m over six hundred years old in terms of experience.”

“Yes, and a maximum of sixteen to judge by your face,” Max says dryly.

“So say I’m a prodigy.”

Joan Garrick chuckles. “Yes, but we’ll need records of high school education to prove that. Do you think even Batman could fake something so complex?”

Helen says, “We don’t need public high school records. Homeschooling is legal now.”

There’s a short silence. Joan Garrick says, “Perfect.”

Linda Park crows, “Finally, someone in the family is going to college!”

Max says “Wally, call on Joseph, please, and ask him what he thinks,” and Wally West says “Raven, what’s his address?” and Helen muses, “What about sports? I feel like we should say you did sports. Can homeschoolers do that?” Linda Park says, “I loved college. If you ever want to talk about your classes or anything, I’d love to hear about it, or help if I can,” and Wally West is rocketing back into the kitchen saying “He’s not at home, what’s his phone number? Oh, wait a minute, I’ll try some other places—” and Helen is exclaiming “The ACT! Thad will need to take the ACT!” “Or the SAT, I took the SAT—” Jay is back— “Jay, what did Batman say?” “When do the exams open?” “I found him, but he’s busy right now, he can’t talk until a bit later—”

It’s too much.

Thad crosses the room in quick jerky steps, ignoring everyone but Max, and touches Max’s arm. Max leans toward him, meeting Thad’s eyes.

Thad asks, “May I leave?”

“Yes. Get some sleep, if you can.”

“Promise you won’t let them decide anything.”

“I promise. Go.”

As Thad leaves, he hears Bart Allen call, “I’m sorry I scared you!”

Thad keeps walking. He goes to the bedroom, climbs onto the bed, and crawls under the quilt. Huddles into it, breathes warmth into his little bubble and feels his body heat up the mattress.

It’s dark. Thad likes the dark. It’s comforting, like the blue quilt he stole from the hall closet. Like the ceiling of the Watchtower when the lights were turned off. Like… Max’s shoes, the worn-out black running sneakers. Like Helen’s hair, the black part of it. Shadows. The colors of the Inertia suit, the pine-forest green and the purple so deep it seems darker than black. Thad likes those colors… and the inside of the nutrient womb was dark, too… warm, inky liquid that turned purple when light shone through it. He remembers what it felt like to float in it upside down with his head and wrists and waist and ankles firmly enclosed in the VR equipment, a good secure feeling. He feels like he’s upside down now.

Thad hears Max and Helen’s voices outside the door. He wakes up a little. Max is saying he’s asleep. He is almost asleep. His body feels… heavy.

Max is saying, “Thank you for the ride, Helen. I don’t mind that Thad doesn't want to run, but it does make me wish I had a car.”

Helen says, “Actually, I have an idea. I’ve been thinking about Thad. I think he needs more affection.”

A sigh.

“I’m trying, Helen. I am not a naturally effusive person. Have you heard how often I say ‘I love you’ nowadays?”

Interesting. Thad wakes up a little more.

“You’re doing great, I just have an idea,” Helen responds. “I need to get groceries. How about I say I’m kicking you out of my car, and you carry Thad home?”

Carry him home? In his arms? Thad is definitely awake now.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. He’s had an emotionally taxing day already.”

“Yes, but maybe he’s so tuckered out that he won’t be so prickly.”

Prickly! That’s how she thinks of him? Prickly, like a hedgehog or a cactus? Thad has a crazy urge to laugh. He resists, but he’s unable to completely repress the shaking of his stomach; he fails to smooth his face out of its grin. No! No! He’ll ruin his chance to pretend to be asleep!

“I think he’s having a nightmare. Helen—”

“Just ask him. If he says no, we can take the car.”

Thad gives a huge sigh, shaky with laughter, and rolls over like he’s going back to sleep. The door clicks open.

“Thad, kiddo,” Max calls softly.

The tenderness of it knocks the laughter out of Thad.

He wishes he didn’t have to pretend to be asleep for Max to feel safe approaching him. He wishes Max still assumed Thad had the capability to love him with a love like a beacon. The Thawnes took that from him. They ruined him. He hates them, hates them, hates them, hates them.

“Thad,” Max calls again. “We’re going home now.”

Thad grumbles wordlessly.

Footsteps. Max’s hand brushes his shoulder. Thad concentrates on breathing evenly. The hand rests on his shoulder. It’s heavy and warm.

“Helen has a stop to make, kiddo. It would be nice of us to let her take the car… but we’d have to go home on foot.”

“I don’t wanna run.”

“That’s fine. May I carry you?”

“Surrrrre.”

Max’s arms slide slowly under him, one under his back and one under his knees, and lift him up, blanket and all. Cold air comes into the blanket. Thad shivers and curls up, trying to get his toes away from the cold. Max holds him tighter, pressing him into his chest. Max is bigger than Thad remembers him, healthier, broader, sturdier.

Max’s chest vibrates under Thad’s cheekbone. He’s speaking. He’s saying, “I’m going to start running now.”

Thad nods. He feels Max start vibrating, getting ready to phase them through the walls, and the word “Wait!” rises in his throat, but Max is springing forward already, and Thad squeezes his eyes shut—he doesn't want to see the lightning he doesn't want to see it he doesn't want to see it—and then they’re running, and Thad feels the steady rhythm of Max’s legs, feels Max’s strong arms holding Thad close to his chest, and smells Max’s aftershave, a musky woodsy smell, and he’s okay.

“We’re home,” Max says. “Thad? Are you awake?”

What Thad is is a stupid overtired ball of emotions. He moves to unwrap the blanket, and Max quickly sets him down. He blinks against the sunlight. They’re in Max’s house, in the entryway, and it’s early afternoon. It feels like it should be night.

“It feels like it should be night,” Thad observes. His voice is sleep-scratchy.

“So go take a nap.”

Thad goes and takes a nap.

They have a late lunch, just Thad and Max, leftover lasagna and steamed broccoli. Max lets him stay blessedly quiet for a while, then says: “I thought about telling you what we talked about after you left, but I thought you might be more comfortable reading a letter.”

Thad laughs a bit, hoarsely. He’s still got morning-voice. It seems like that never goes away, nowadays. He nods.

“Alright then. I’ll bring it to you later.”

Thad keeps eating. When he looks up, Max is watching him with a pensive expression.

“What?” Thad asks before he thinks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Max looks down at his plate with an uncharacteristic hesitancy. It really changed that much for him, then, to learn that Thad has no lightning rod? Yes, of course. Thad lacks an ability to love that’s fundamental to most speedsters. Of course Max is disturbed.

Thad doesn’t want to hear Max say it. But after a moment, Max meets his eyes again.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, and his voice is gravelly and sincere.

Now it’s Thad who looks down to his plate.

“I know your accomplishments are none of my doing, but I’m proud of you. You stood up for yourself. You did so well.”

Thad swallows hard.

After a moment, Max speaks again.

“And I’m sorry you had to do that. All of that. I should have delayed the meeting. I should have said no when Wally brought Raven in.”

Thad says dully, “A solution had to be found.”

“Still, it shouldn’t have been like that. There was no reason for everyone to know the… exact details. I should have intervened before Raven acted; I knew she’s not good at recognizing privacy. I’m sorry.”

Thad shrugs. He feels queasy. He’s so tired of all these emotions. He just wants it all to stop.

“Thad,” Max says gently.

Thad interrupts, “Don’t. Not right now.”

“All right. We’ll leave discussion for tomorrow.”

Thad picks up his fork and can’t bring himself to take a bite.

"Would like to take your plate to your room? Just for today?”

“…yeah.”

Thad stands up to leave. There’s silence behind him.

“G’bye,” he says, to fill the silence.

Max responds, “I love you, too.”

Thad will never understand Max.

[shinobirain24]

Young Justice: Crisis in Time preview 2

Don Allen and Melanie Thawne may have been enemies when in suits. But as civilians, they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Right now, they are a normal couple sitting in the park, laying on a sheet on the grass in Central City.

Meloni looked at Don and smiled at him, he returns that smile as nothing can stop them from feeling the romance in the air. More couples are passing by, jogging, walking, swimming. And sometimes taking a pair of dogs with them.

"You sure your sister won't find out about this? I mean we can find somewhere far away. Where your dad can't find us." Meloni asked.

Don insisted on the spot cause that's where his parents used to go for romantic dates. "And ruin the surprise I planned for ya? No way, Mel. But don't worry. Dawn is busy with her own boyfriend."

Then a shadow hovers over them. Don felt the sunlight no longer shining over them as he and Meloni opened their eyes and saw his twin sister Dawn. Much to the couple's dismay.

"There you are, Don! We're going home, now!" Dawn told him sternly. Dawn hates the idea of her own brother dating the descendant of their father's arch enemy who is another speedster.

"Aw, come on! Way to ruin the moment, Dawn! Can't Mel and I have one moment of peace?!" Don said. Every time his sister found out he was on a date with Meloni, she had to pull him away.

"No, and you're not seeing her again! Like it or not, we're still heading home!" Dawn scolded him.

"Uh, no. You're not Mom and Dad. And you can't tell me what to do." Don sticks his tongue out and it offended his sister.

"No, but I'm the responsible twin. Which makes me in charge of you." Dawn then proceeds to pull Down away to ruin the date cause she hates Meloni as she remained silent, not sure on whether or not she should intervene and remained indecisive.

"Make me, smart butt!" Don named called her, like regular twins, they have fought over and over.

"I will, dumbheat!" While the two continue to insult each other and fight. They did not notice something was glowing in front of the twins. Meloni was the only one to have seen it.

"Um, guys. I hate to interrupt your little showdown, but I think something or someone is coming out of this portal." Said Meloni. But Dawn isn't listening as she glared at her future sister-in-law. "You stay out of it-huh?" Then the twins finally heard it.

"What was that-ah!" They covered their eyes as the mysterious force glows brighter. The wind blowing at them. As the brightness dissipates, the three speedsters uncovered their eyes to see what was in front of them.

"What just happened?" Meloni asked. To their shock, it was a young boy appearing 14, brown hair and a spandex similar to the Flash, but with goggles. He appeared torn and covered in bruises, plus a black eye.

"Who...are you?" Dawn asked, stunned to see the condition of the young boy. Judging by the energy, the twins and Meloni can tell he is a speedster they never seen before in their lives. "The energy, he's a speedster." Don said.

Meloni said, "I felt it too."

The unknown speedster then fell from exhaustion. The three then rushed to his side in concern for the youngster. "Oh, my god! Are you okay?!" Dawn shrieked.

Don checks his pulse by placing his two fingers on the kid's neck. There were a few beats. Judging by the pale skin, he must've run out of energy.

"He's alive. We need to get him medic. And lost of bars for his high metabolism." Don said. The speedster opened his eyes, his vision was blurred and sees Don next him. He moaned after a series of headaches. He realized who this person was. "Dad?" The kid called him.

"What?" Don raised an eyebrow in confusion, thinking the kid mistaken him for his father.

"Sorry, did he just called you, "Dad?" Meloni asked. The three stood in silence before the boy passed out again.

[darlingpetao3]

House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 5)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4

“Honeyyyyyyys…?” you call out in the house. Naturally, four handsome men come running.

“What’s happening?” Nash, in his jean shorts and Hawaiian themed shirt, asks you urgently.

“What’s happening is I am the worst mother ever!” you yell. Cue four sweet and simultaneous denials of your belief. “But I am—I can’t find the twins!”

How can someone lose two tiny babies? You had only looked away for thirty seconds and poof—Liberty and Belle were gone! They couldn’t even so much as crawl yet!

“Everyone, spread out,” a suspenders-wearing H.R. conducts the family, “they can’t have gone far.”

Harry moves closer to you to rub your back with small circles. “It’s going to be okay. You’re a wonderful mother. We just have a couple of troublemakers on our hands, it seems.”

You give a slight nod and begin to scour every place you haven’t already checked in the house. Everything is going to be fine, everything is going to be fine…

A pair of foreign giggles come from the closet by the alcove. How strange. You follow the sounds, and sometimes you’ll hear a “Shhhhh!” followed by more snickering. When you open the door to the closet, you’re entirely shocked to find two little girls who look to be five years old—one in overalls and the other in a dress.

“Libby, Libby, Libby! I told you to be quiet!” Belle scolds her sister.

“But your hair was tickling my face!” Liberty tries to explain.

Meanwhile, you’re still stunned to see your babies have grown in such a short amount of time. It really should be such a surprise considering the shortness of the pregnancy, but still!

You try to find your voice by beckoning your husbands. “I-I found them!”

“Hi, mommyyyyy,” they say in such adorable unison. Their perfect little faces look up at you and you feel like you’re staring into a mirror-time-portal. You crouch down and open your arms.

“I was so worried,” you tell the girls. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Sherloque, H.R., Harry, and Nash soon appear behind you and gawk at their rapidly aged daughters.

“How are they five?” H.R. whispers his question to no one and anyone.

“A very good question…” Sherloque, in his white trousers and blazers with a sharp purple shirt underneath, strokes his chin.

You wipe a tear from your eye and clear your throat. “Why don’t you two hooligans help your Pops with something in the garage?”

“You got it, dude!” Belle shoots you adorable finger guns before grabbing her sister’s and Nash’s hand. And then, in a flash, they’re gone. Indeed so quick that your voluminous hair flies every which way—books and papers suddenly strewn all over the house.

“Did Belle just…?�� Harry starts to ask but falters.

“Run Mach one in my house? Yeah, I think she did…” you reply, figuratively and almost literally blown away. “Oh!”

H.R. holds your hand in comfort at the sound of your weepy noise. “What is it, Honey Bear?”

“I can’t believe it. I missed their first steps, their first words. So many firsts. They’re five!”

“There will be plenty more firsts that we won’t miss,” Harry soothes, “together.”

“If ma Belle ‘as the ability to run vitement,” Sherloque wonders to the rest of you, “what does this mean pour ma Liberté?”

This makes you think—remember things that you’d rather not remember. But, what if…?

You take quick strides towards the garage through the kitchen, your remaining husbands following closely behind. Peering out the window, you spot Liberty using her glowing purple hands to float a socket wrench over to Nash from his toolbox. His eyes are wide, but happily so, at the magic presented by his daughter.

“Little chips off the old block, aren’t they?” H.R. notes, putting an arm around your shoulders and Harry’s (the latter picks up and drops his doppelganger’s arm off of him).

“Yes, I suppose they are.” You sigh in contentment. “What do you three say to a little quiet time on the couch?”

The men don’t even need to voice their approval of the idea, only follow you devotedly out of the kitchen. Sherloque pulls up the rear but stops short at the refrigerator. The appliance is strangely already covered in artwork, with barely any free space available on the appliance. And then… there’s something else that sticks out amongst the vibrantly coloured scribbles.

He leans in a little closer to inspect a piece of paper. Sherloque notes the hurried scrawl of the letters:

You’re on a TV show. This isn’t real. We’re trying to help you.

The puzzled detective continues to analyze the strange message. What does this mean? he wonders.

He tries his best to remember what his life was like before he married you. What was life like? It takes every ounce of brainpower to attempt the recollection, but Sherloque unfortunately comes up short with answers.

Something he is both not known for and hates.

He checks around the room to see if anyone is watching him, but no one is in sight. Regardless of his lack of findings, he waves in the direction of one of the kitchen walls as if someone was watching. Sherloque then marches into the living room where you’re snuggled up with Harry and H.R.

“What is this?” he demands of you, flashing the note in front of your face. You, of course, have no idea and voice as such.

Harry snatches the piece of paper and proceeds to study it. “This is a joke, right?”

“I think someone must be playing a prank on you, my love,” you tell your suspicious French husband.

“And I think you are lying to us, ma petite,” he replies. Sherloque turns his attention to the other men on the couch. “Dites-moi, what is your earliest memory?”

Harry and H.R.’s foreheads scrunch in thought.

“The first thing I ever remember is showing up here for dinner a few nights ago,” H.R. says slowly. “But it feels much quicker than only a couple of nights…”

“And you, (Y/N),” Harry adds, “I feel like I’ve known you my entire life, and yet my first memory was the same as this jackwagon.”

“Aww, Harry, I feel like I’ve known you my entire life too,” you say sweetly. “All of you!”

Sherloque squints at you. “Stop that. You are hiding something. Eet is the way you swallow with difficulty and perspire. Aussi the tapping of your foot.”

“I am not hiding any-”

“-You lie!” Sherloque raises his voice. H.R. and Harry stand up from the couch and face you with crossed arms, pulling his blue plaid shirt tighter against his chest.

“Is it true?” H.R. asks you, looking ever so much like a puppy dog. It pains you to see him look so hurt. They both seem to take Sherloque’s word for it. And over yours?

“Is any of this real?” Harry finishes his opposite-self’s question, then points in the direction of the garage. “Are they real?”

“Of course our daughters are real!” you find yourself shouting at the notion otherwise. “They’re parts of us!”

“Then what have you done to our memories? You’re keeping secrets!”

At this point, Nash enters the room with Liberty and Belle, clearly not expecting an argument from their idyllic family unit. His hands on their shoulders. They must have heard the fighting…

“Listen,” you try calmly, “I did this for us. You don’t want to know what happened before our lives together here. You just don’t.”

“You do not get to choose for us,” Sherloque counters sternly.

The tension can be cut with a knife, and the proverbial knife that does the cutting comes in the form of a sound—the doorbell.

“Who is that, (Y/N)?” Harry asks you.

“I don’t know. That’s not me, I swear it,” you tell him, very much confused yourself. Each of your husbands stands with their arms still crossed, waiting. It hurts you to see them so upset with you. This was supposed to be perfect. This was supposed to be easy.

Your feet that feel like lead somehow manage to carry you over to the door. Twisting the doorknob, you open the door to reveal another extremely familiar face…

“How’s it hangin’, Miss (Y/L/N).”

What? No… It can’t be him?

Looking the epitome of cool—dressed in stone washed jeans, a yellow button-down shirt with a black leather jacket thrown over top—stands the man you never thought you’d see again. Especially in your own safe little world.

Eobard Thawne.

The man walks right in the house like he owns the place with an incredible amount of swagger.

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?”

[austarus]

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) Integrated Revelations (3/3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me.

**Hey guys, enjoy the final installment! Meanwhile, I’m going to go cry about physics because our physics department is shit and I’d rather much learn from Eo or Harry physics since they’ll actually teach me. Please don’t forget to comment, like, and reblog. It means a lot to content creators of all kinds! 

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“Right here,” future Barry responded calmly as he entered the Cortex. Both versions made eye contact before future Barry sighed to himself. He knew he royally screwed up big time. The speedster was supposed to be in and out with the speed equation. I didn’t intend to get them all tangled with- with that Time Wraith… What’s done is done, but at least I know Thawne and I are in the same boat. Barry took a glimpse at you. Not that it’ll matter anyway. He won’t deny the immense hole that would dig itself in your chest a year from now. Stoic and devoid of any of the warm emotions you normally bring to the labs. It… is what it is. Eddie made his choice that day, ‘there are no such things as coincidences’.

“Okay,” Cisco stepped out of the small lab with Caitlin following behind. “Not how I expected today to turn out.” You gave Eobard a look as if to say, you trained him. Eobard ignored the meaning behind your glance while you both remained in the side lab, observing the interaction between these four.

“Yeah,” Future Barry agreed quietly to himself.

“Okay, so I'm-who are... who are you?” Present Barry stumbled over his words, his mind trying to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

“Who is he? Who are you?” Caitlin chimed in with an arched brow, eyes moving between the two Barry’s

Present Barry frowned at the biological genius. “What do you- I'm Barry. I'm Barry. Your Barry. He's-”

“-Your doppelganger.” You face-palmed at Cisco’s revelation, whispering an ‘oh my god’ to yourself while directed your gaze up to the ceiling. Eobard started to wheel out of the small side lab, where you and held be at the back of the standing group.

“No, not yet.” Eobard gave Future Barry a subtle incredulous look as he continued to talk. He clenched a fist tightly, resting an arm on the armrest of his wheelchair You mouthed, ‘Bro, just shut up!’ and even made hand gestures to your mouth. “I am you, Barry. Just… different.” Present Barry nodded in awe.

Cisco looked between the two, an urge to know which Barry’s a fraud or not, and if any of this is actually real, “Wait a second, how do we know which one's the real Barry?”

A hurt look crossed Present Barry’s puppy-like expression, “Dude, okay, I've watched ‘Wrath of Khan’ with you like five times.”

“Imposter!” Cisco pointed an accusatory finger at Future Barry. You know, the one that’s been running around this entire time after the comms incident and insistence on a speed equation.

Eobard just shook his head at the nonsense between the two Barry’s and Cisco, trying to somehow keep it together before he popped a blood vessel. “Yeah, and every time at the end, you turn to me and you say, ‘I have been and always shall be your friend’."

“Haha! You, imposter!” Cisco cried out in frustration, both arms directed at the two different Barry’s. Caitlin just narrowed her eyes to a squint at Present Barry. “What is going on here?” You were just baffled at this point and 1000% done with Bartholomew Henry Allen aka the best person to run his mouth and reveal everything.

“Okay, guys, I'm sorry. This was not supposed to happen. The tranq dart that Caitlin made,” Eobard started gesturing for Future Barry to not mention anything, “was supposed to last a lot longer.”

“I did not give him a tranq dart,” Caitlin defended herself, arms up as an act of innocence.

“Okay, no, yes, not you, the you from the time that I am from.” You were now just screaming on the inside because Future Barry just kept talking, revealing things he shouldn’t be and exactly what he did to knock his past self out. Eobard just gave up sending visual signs and mouth words to stop talking like any sensible person. You just gave Eobard an a ‘I don’t know what to do with this one anymore’ look, and you’re pretty sure he was have the same thoughts. You sighed inaudibly when Eobard just shook his head in defeat and shrugged his shoulders at you.

“The time that you are from?” Present Barry asked with a high level of disbelief, the words sounding foreign on his tongue.

“I think what he's trying to say is he's from the future,” Eobard finally stepped in (not literally, just figuratively), wheeling himself forward. His eyes hadn’t left Barry’s, maintaining a sort of placid look, but the emotion behind his eyes were far from stoic. Of course, now he was dealing with two ridiculous speedsters of his archnemesis. You saw Eobard run his thumb over the tips of his fingers on one hand while the other remained on the control panel of the wheelchair.

“The future?”

“Yeah.”

“The future?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, the future,” Present Barry was cut off the third time he asked.

“Yes,” replied for the third time in a flat tone, Eobard’s mind already launched into various ways to keep Present Barry from learning the truth of his identity and intentions. More importantly, all the ways the yellow speedster can keep you safe and out of the scarlet speedster’s grasp for any sort of leverage against himself.

“Are we saying I can time-travel?” Present Barry finally questioned his future self.

Future Barry chuckled lightly, nodding gently, “One day.”

“Oh, that explains the white on the symbol.” Cisco piped up once more, ideas whirling through his mind already. You saw your other best friend’s excitement rise at the possible time theories. “Well, wait a second. Suppose we now change your emblem. Will it be because we got the idea from this? Or, I mean, that would mean-”

“Stop talking.” Eobard shut Cisco up before rounding his heated gaze to Future Barry with a pointed finger. “You stop talking too, all right? More you say, the more the timeline is disrupted. Now I'm going to assume that your presence here is the reason that thing is attacking us. Hm?” Eobard tried a 3rd time to signal Barry to play along without giving any more information of the future to his past self and the others. The tone change should have been a clear indicator too.

“What? What thing?” Present Barry’s face contorted in confusion at Dr. Wells.

He legit looks like a lost puppy.

“Have you ever seen ‘The Frighteners’?” Cisco asked his present time buddy, who nodded at the reference. “It's sort of like that, but scarier and faster and it's after you-after him.” The mechanical genius corrected himself, pointed at the future version of his best friend.

“Yeah, it's been chasing me ever since I got here,” Future Barry confessed.

“Okay, so how do we stop it?” Present Barry looked to everyone for some kind of answer.

“We don't know.” You responded with Eobard, glancing at one another before running a hand through your hair tiredly. You wanted to just go home and lie down on a bed with a fluffy blanket with your boyfriend beside you, threading a hand through your hair while you give him teasing kisses just to hear that deep chuckle. Three Barry’s is too much in one day, if I’m going to be honest.

“Then what are we gonna do?” Present Barry raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“The one thing we can.” You and the others watched Eobard roll away, he had a plan or came up with some sort of reasonable plan. Both Barry’s glanced at each other once more, but this time a look of awe and a wave of thrill definitely rushed through both. Possibly infecting Cisco along with them. But they knew better, knew that this Time Wraith creature could hurt anyone and that the Team needed leveled heads to eradicate it.

***

“What-What are we doing here?” Future Barry questioned, entering the Time Vault with you and Eo. His green eyes couldn’t help but glance over the yellow suit with Dr. McGee’s Tachyon device attached to it. The staged night mulled through his mind rapidly thanks to his speedster abilities. How they were all tricked into essentially handing it over to the Reverse Flash. Either way it seemed that Thawne was going to get it. Charging it up for the next time Eobard would need it. Pressing your lips to a thin line, you immediately drew up the necessary schematics and scans for the city on your tablet.

“We're here for the answer to your speed equation...” Eobard held up an odd flash drive as he stepped over to the plinth, popping it in. The villainous speedster turned back to you and Barry. “The reason that you traveled back to this time, and the key to running faster. Tachyon enhancement.”

“The tachyons should give you just enough speed to time travel back to your time without getting caught by the Time Wraith.” You added in, not really knowing if this Barry has actually used Tachyons before or not. “If anything, you just need to time things right to get through the breach and have someone on the other side destroy the Time Wraith. Either way once you start using your speed it’ll find you.”

“I know what it does, I just don’t see why you’re needed here when you can be helping the others out there,” Barry scowled at you, to which you rolled your eyes with lips pressed into a thin line. You’re already done with this shit attitude since he’s been here, but the frostiness in his demeanor honestly did hurt in some part of your heart. The corner of Eobard’s mouth twitched with the amount of disrespect that he’s been showing you since this version of Barry Allen had traveled here.

“That’s it, if you keep talking to her like that then there’s going to be more hell to pay for it. You won’t be just dealing with the Time Wraith, Allen.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning,” Eobard looked at Barry with dangerously feral eyes. “You have a problem; you deal with me. Don’t you dare think of involving her in this feud.”

Barry kept his mouth shut for a moment, “This was not the deal.” He gestured to the plinth.

Eobard retracted the flash drive from the white column plinth once everything had been correctly copied to it. “If you think that I'm gonna hold your hand this entire way, you're sadly mistaken. Everything you need is on this drive. You follow its instructions; you will enhance the Speed Force in your system and run faster...” He dropped it in Barry’s open palm, “than you ever thought possible.”

“If this doesn't work, I'm coming back.”

Yeah, please don’t. I’m content without dealing with another Barry-time incident.

Cisco’s voice erupted from the comms set up all over the labs. “Dr. Wells, we need you.”

Eobard gave Barry one last look, whether it was a warning or a threat, you couldn’t tell. “Time to go home, Flash,” he responded sardonically.

***

The futuristic speedster exhaled through his nostrils, rubbing his face harshly as we stepped up from his wheelchair. The labs were vacant at the moment. His mind reeled through all the events that happened today. Tropical waters blue eyes flickered to the windows, he noticed that the sun was still in the air from the amount filtering into the Cortex. Eobard shifted his focus to the computer monitor, a thought whirling in his mind ever since both versions of this present time’s Barry had showed up. Words, phrases, hints. Everything that both had said to him about his future. I can’t trust either. With furrowed eyebrow’s, the dark-haired Wells impersonator ran a finger over the knuckles of his opposite hand. Not with my life on the line and her heart caught in the crossfire of it all. Guilt welled up in his chest, causing his stomach to churn uncomfortably.

A few seconds passed, he pulled out his phone to check the time. That was the excuse he gave himself because Eobard Tiberius Thawne knew exactly what time it was, there were clocks almost on every monitor screen in the cortex. But really, he was checking his lock screen picture. It was a picture of you on the beach of Coast City, gazing out onto the shoreline with the sun setting behind you. The fluffy clouds were dusted with velvety pinks and fiery oranges while the sun dipped to meet the cool blue waters. A candid picture, if you will. The sight of you allowed his tensed muscles to relax slightly. Eobard remembered how his heart had forcibly stopped, urging him to take a picture. How you added even more beauty to nature’s elegant scenery. How the waves gently glided with each, only to cascade onto the beach. You had coaxed Eobard to finally get out of the labs for once, to just take a trip somewhere for the evening. He had some speed after all. Just some time for you and him, that Barry and the others can handle one evening without him for guidance. “They’re adults Eo, let them handle a meta situation by themselves.” His heart ached if he were to… pass, leaving you here to face the others… alone.

His thoughts flickered back to the current situation at hand. He didn’t- He didn’t want to go down that trail of somber thoughts. Eobard had finally managed to convince you to go home for the day, he saw the exhaustion on your tensed shoulders, and he worried. He had allowed Barry to speed you home, that way you’d have arrived safely. The speedster knew what you would exactly do once you got home. Change into that new set of pajamas she recently bought, make some food while singing at the top of her lungs. Probably scare off a few birds and squirrels in the process. It’s sushi night, tonight. That’ll be interesting to see her make. Reluctantly, Eobard had to push thoughts of tonight off to the back of his ind.

“Alright.” A long sigh left his lips as he plopped down on a chair, adjusting his dark-clear glasses and recording remote in hand. Eobard slipped off his glasses, pressing his lips together tightly while avoiding the gaze of the camera. He needed to record some kind of will in case… Finally, looking up, he saw the determination in his own eyes, the realization of how his words could also be a possibility of occurring. “Hello, Barry. If you're watching this, that means something has gone horribly wrong.” While Eobard gathered his thoughts, he paused as an image of you popped into his head, he looked away. He swallowed thickly, “I'm dead and the last 15 years have been for nothing. Bummer.” He quirked an eyebrow ironically as his eyes meet the camera once more.

***

You pouted slightly, staring down at the bottle of painkillers on the granite-top island before your eyes glanced to your boyfriend’s alcohol cabinet. The headache would just not go away! With socked feet, you stood in the chilly kitchen in a new oversized sweatshirt and cotton running shorts. Your hair was in a loose, messy bun with the hood up over your head because the bum look is the most comfortable look, if we’re being honest. Do I want to make good choices tonight? You swallowed a bit and tapped a finger to your chin with your eyes flickering between the two once more. Your left arm crossed over your chest with your right elbow resting in your left palm, clenching and unclenching your right hand. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, you chanted in your head as a pointed finger went back and forth between the Ibuprofen and alcohol cabinet. Halfway through the nursery rhyme, you found your gaze lingering more and more to Eobard’s tempting stash. Bad choices it is. With that you push the pills further away on the island and stomp over to the cabinet.

Why the fuck is bourbon the only thing here? You tilted your head with a raised eyebrow at the two fancy glass bottles. I swear this is the only thing he drinks when he needs to let loose a bit. Fancy bastard. Puffing out a breath, you grabbed the weighty glass bottle and shut the cabinet. I should get him to try a margarita or something. Pouring yourself half a cup of the amber-ish liquid, adding in a few ice cubes as you had seen Eobard do. You sealed the alcohol and put it away. You took a small sip, mentally knowing whether it tasted good or bad, you’d finish it. The liquid burned the back of your throat, allowing you to cough a bit before really tasting the drink. You shrugged looking at the cup. Not bad… I can see why he’s addicted to it. Though I still prefer my fruity drinks to hard liquor.

You saw a torrent of red lighting flash past the front door and to the direction of your shared bedroom. Someone’s home early. Shutting your eyes for a moment, you leaned back against the opposing counter to the island close to the fridge.

After a few moments, your speedster boy toy (yes, you use that phrase to describe Eobard mentally, ignoring its actually meaning because well… he’s your man and… he vibrates. Like a toy. You’re welcome.) strides through his home and to the kitchen, a towel hanging around his shoulders as he uses one hand to dry his hair. Eobard shot you a concerned look after seeing the bourbon and painkillers out.

“Don’t worry, I decided to make bad decisions with only alcohol.” You stand with one leg crossed in front of the other, handing him the cup so he can take a sip. He wouldn’t ever refuse his bourbon. “What happened to conserving your speed?”

“Couldn’t miss out on sushi night, also I wanted to wash up from all the... You know. I had too many Barry’s around me and I needed to scrub that off.” He shrugged at you, sipping the whiskey drink. You giggled, shaking your head at his dramatics about ‘Barry germs’. Eobard smiled to himself at your giggle, the sound of it made his speedster heart do multiple flips. He threw the towel in an empty bin by the laundry room.

“Sushi is located on the bottom shelf of the fridge.”

Eobard set the cup down and slightly narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, you’re evil.”

“Learned from the best,” you winked at him, taking back your cup and downing the alcohol. Payback’s a bitch for all the times you purposefully put my things on the highest top shelf.

Slipping out the plate of sushi, there were six rolls left because obviously you ate some while you waited for him to come home. To be fair, you would have devoured the rest if he decided to stay in late at the labs. He took a roll and ate it while you poured yourself another drink with a second cup for him as well. “Mm, these are actually good. Nicely done, kitten.” He teased when he fully indulged in its taste and texture with that boyish smirk of his. You couldn’t help but play along.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not a good cook?”

“You’re just questionable at times, depends on the recipe.” Eobard continued eating, savoring every delectable sushi roll.

“At least I didn’t burn the pasta last time.”

“That was one time and I had to deal with Cisco and Barry on the phone!”

“Excuses, excuses,” you replied with a satisfied hum, pushing his glass to him.

“What about the time you added sugar instead of salt to the Königsberger Klopse?”

“They look the exact same and they were beside each other! It was an accident and you know it.”

“Excuses, excuses,” he mocked you with a cheeky grin, picking you up and setting you to sit on top of the cool granite island top. He leaned down to plant a kiss to your lips, a hand trailing to up your thigh. You shivered at his touch.

“You know, I didn’t notice it until today, but Barry’s a bit taller than you.”

“Your point?”

“Think it’s kinda ironic though. You’re shorter than he is, and you don’t have all your speed right now.”

“…”

“Is that also another reason why you hate him?”

“He’s like an inch taller than me, hardly anything to compete with him about. And my speed exceeds his own, especially in the past and with experience.” Eobard growled lowly, “Less thinking about him, more focus on kissing me.”

A cheery noise left your lips when he leaned once more for another kiss. This time hungrier with a hint of possessiveness. You knew how to push his buttons. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled the speedster closer to you which allowed him to slot between your open legs. He smirked against your lips, feeling himself press against you. You played with the little hairs at the back of his neck as he began to nip at your lips. A little gasp left you which allowed his tongue to enter, exploring your mouth as you made a little satisfactory noise. His lips devoured your own. Your body moved on its own, pressing closer to him, his hands roughly wrapped your legs around his waist. The air felt hot and sticky, his speedster body warming up significantly at your every touch. Your hood fell off your head from the passionate kiss, loose strands of hair falling out from your messy bun. It felt exhilarating! Pulling away with one slow and sensual kiss, Eobard rested his forehead against yours as a heavy breath left him. His half-lidded eyes glossed over yourself- cheeks tinted red, breathing raggedly from the intensity of the kiss, and lips wonderfully swollen.

You both shared a small breath, feeling the world spin and spin, but the moment was just intoxicating. Neither of you wanted the moment to end. Letting out a yawn, you covered your mouth and Eo just chuckled lowly. Your hands now rested against his chest, feeling the pounding of his pulse underneath your palm. Eobard licked his lips at you, kissing your neck and nibbling lightly on your collarbone. You sucked in a breath, one hand running through his dark locks. His ears perked at the sound of his name leaving your pouty lips. Kneeling down for a moment, Eobard kissed the inside of your thigh before glancing up at you. You had your bottom lip between your teeth, gently gnawing at it as you observed him. The speedster only winked at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before giving you a few more kisses and nibbles. He stood up once more to tower over you, kissing your temple as another yawn fell from you.

You’re too cute, my precious queen.

Eobard sped you to the bedroom with fiery red eyes and a coy smirk on his face, plopping you on the plush king-sized bed. A bed you had to continually badgered him to get with the promise that ‘rolling around in it’ would be much more fun than just with a queen-sized bed. He had already propped you up against the large pillows and under the comfort of the blankets. Eobard took the spot beside you, carding a hand through his now wild tresses. The speedster noticed your pained expression when you reached for your forehead, his insides churned at the sight. He reached out a cool hand to gently massage your temples. A little hum of relief escaped your lips, shutting your eyes at his cold fingers. The scientist assumed your alcohol consumption tonight was to lessen any pain from your head.

“That feels nice,” You mused to your boyfriend, curling up beside him. He curled his arms around you, your head resting on his sturdy chest. “The Barry that traveled with his daughter, I saw a few things when they talked.”

“I figured, have… you seen anything else?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “Only Savitar and Cicada, just the general foresight of their appearance,” you fiddled with the necklace he had given you, looking away. Eobard’s eyes caught the shift in your mood.

“What’s wrong, kitten?”

“Hm, nothing.”

“You only ever play with your necklace when something’s bothering you.” Eobard ran his teeth of his lower lip before taking one of your hands in his. “I swore to you that I would tell you whatever’s on my mind, especially when prompted by you. We both promised to be honest with each other, especially when it’s about our feelings.” His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. The dark-haired man’s other hand hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head to look at his softened gaze. He waited patiently for you.

You pulled away from him, “I just-I don’t know which Barry to trust. You… what if your plan to go home still fails? Even after they’d assured you’d go home when you help them? Both versions!” Your headache started to form once more, but not from your psychic powers. There was something else you weren’t entirely sure of either…

“…” Eobard exhaled through his nose soundlessly. He hadn’t wanted you to pick up on those clues… It broke him that you did. “I can only do what I can to go back. Failure isn’t an option. Not anymore, especially with how far I’ve gone.” The murdering, lying, stealing, scheming, and masquerading. All of it. “Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

“Then trust my plan… I’m doing everything I can with the least amount of collateral damage being caused in this time period.” You just nodded at his words, but that didn’t alleviate the certain weight you now secretly carried in your heart. Sighing to yourself, you decided to push it aside for the night.

“I hate how you can read me like an open book.”

“I hate that that beautiful mind of yours doubts yourself.” Eobard ran a hand over his face. I like that I can read you because then I can understand you. Especially if it’s when I can be doing better when it comes to us. I’m harder to read because… I’ve never really had someone quite like you in my life. Someone I can trust with no doubt in mind that you’re using me or going to backstab me. I’ll do better, I promise. For you, I’ll be good.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you shift away from him on the bed to sit up with a serious look in your eyes. “I-I need you to be honest with me.”

“Always.”

“No lies. No shading the truth. None of that.”

The dark-haired speedster nods, returning your seriousness by adjusting himself. He wouldn’t dream of lying to you, ever. When he came clean to you and swore to you, Eobard intended to keep his word. You were the one thing that… that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with. Someone as precious as you that had grown so close to his crooked heart. His love that he could confide in all his fears and doubts and thoughts. You’re his special person.

“Eobard,” you started, “What do you think of me? Like, when you look at me?”

He remained quiet for a moment, looking past you before refocusing his eyes onto your locked gaze. A smile twitched at the corners of his lips. “I think of a cheeky and persistent person that can be a real pain in my ass sometimes.” You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms as he continued. “But a spectacle, nonetheless, put together with strong willpower and fierce determination to achieve whatever she puts her mind to. I think of that kind heart of yours and… how it accepted a flawed and corrupt man as myself. I see a queen that keeps me grounded, a person that encourages me to grow and achieve my goals. I think of home.” You had unfurled your arms, your gaze softening as your heart ached at his words. “A home that I can return to at the end of the day with no shame. I can just be a man with none of my baggage or sins. I-I can love you with no guilt or shame or doubt. All your imperfections and quirks, they’re mine to cherish.” The scientist had traced the side of your face as his piercing gaze held you down, hypnotizing you.

“Eo,” you trailed off as he took a hold of your hand, softly kissing each knuckle. Leaning forward, you place a chaste kiss on his forehead before reaching for his lips. The kiss was soft, heartwarming, pure. All the things that the Reverse Flash was not because of his atrocious deeds in this time period and hunger for revenge against Barry Allen in whatever way possible, yet… Another thought flickered through your mind as your lips parted his. “Is Gideon able to tell you what happens to your future?”

Eobard simply shook his head, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It only reveals the article about Barry, my supposed final battle with The Flash before he disappears.” After a Crisis, but which one would come first?

“But then what happens to you?”

“I don’t know.”

You sucked a breath in before opening your mouth once more, “I don’t want to be without you.” Is that selfish?

Eobard’s eyes widened a fraction, his stomach fluttering.He licked his lips slowly, eyeing your desperate gaze. “If I wasn’t a selfish man, I would have stayed away. But I am selfish and just the way you look, even then, it fuels my desire to be by your side. At every moment. Until death do us part.”

Your breath hitched; you should have been scared- terrified- repulsed- by his words. Red flags that would have gone off in any person’s mind, but- “I’m selfish too,” you whispered the words that came from the heart. Eobard watched you with electric blue eyes, a feral flash of red flickered behind his irises. You trailed a hand over his chest and over his heart. “Your mind, your heart,” You glanced at him under your eyelashes, “are mine. I don’t want them to belong to anyone else.”

“I’m not a good man. I can’t be what you want me to be.” I will never be good for you.

“…” You pressed your lips into a thin line. “You’re not good man, Eobard, but you’re more than enough for me.”

“You should have run the first time you found out.”

“I should have, but I don’t regret choosing you… I don’t want anyone else but you, Eo.”

“I am yours, and you are mine.” The speedster was truly smitten by you, gingerly he cupped your face with a firm hand as his azure eyes met yours. “I would do everything in my power to come back home to you.” He craned his head down to reconnect your lips together. There were no limits to how far Eobard Tiberias Thawne would go for him to remain by your side.

Even if it meant killing another person.

***

Barry and Nora ran through the speed-force, memories and events weaving past them as the sped through to return to their present time. “Back in Time,” by Huey Lewis still played in the background right as the touched the concrete ground of the Cortex.

“Did you even go?” Ralph asked with a terrified-ish look on his face.

Caitlin and Cisco just chuckled at their friend. Cisco shut of the music, “Told you time travel was weird.”

You had stopped in the corridor, overhearing the team in the hallway. Frozen in place as things started to set in your mind. A headache washed over you, but you had gotten used to them by now. You had to after Flashpoint. But you knew things had gone south, and by south, they had to take a detour. You were digesting the immediate revelations, all of it integrating together as things in the past now made sense. Both versions of Barry Allen knew the outcome. Yet Nora and her father revealed more than they should have to Eobard. After all, your psychic abilities allowed you to see what happens if the timeline that you’re involved in. Especially when it had to do with one handsomely intelligent and driven speedster by the name of Eobard Tiberias Thawne.

But did things really change? I’m still here. And Eobard…

You ran a hand over your face, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your feet carried you to the Time Vault while the others prepared for tonight. Pressing a hand to the wall, you unlocked the futuristic door into the neutral-colored room. A chill ran down your spine as you approached the plinth. Waving a hand over the circular center, you activated Gideon. The AI appeared in all its holographic form.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?”

“Gideon,” your fingers ran over the chain of your necklace, “I need your help with something.”

“I am at your service.”

“I need you to…” you ran your tongue over your lips. Heart pounding in your chest as you chose your next words carefully. “I need you to tell me where Eobard is?”

“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/N), but I am unable to process your request right now.”

“Why?” Your voice rose, red was now seeping into your vision.

“It is not within my programming capabilities.”

“Is Eobard alive?”

“I’m sorry, but that is also out of my-”

“Then what good are you for?” You yelled in pure frustration, a fist slamming harshly onto the white column. A tear had left your eyes. Your body trembled as your voice shook when you spoke up again, “Gideon please, anything. Any news about Eobard is all I need. Any sign that he is alive. I can’t-”

Until death do us part.

“…” The AI was silent for a moment while you collected yourself miserably. “There is a hidden message for you that Dr. Wells wished for you to receive. Would you like to read the message?”

“A-a message, what-” You ran both hand through your locks, glassy eyes searching the placid look on the AI. The stone of doubt was slowly eroding away from your heart. “I-I, yes! Please!” The AI pulled up a screen, three simple words were configured in medium-sized black lettering. Your heart stopped for a moment as your hands tingled. Blinking a few times, you reread the words over and over and over- as it stared back at you.

Wait for me.