#eowells

[vexic929]

mentor mentiroso

Chapter 2

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Hartley stared at the closed door where Cisco had disappeared, flanked by security, and while satisfaction bloomed in his chest, it mixed with something dangerously close to guilt. For weeks he'd held his tongue, his composure, played his part, bid his time as the man-child's enthusiasm and audaciousness wore on his patience. And now, with him gone, the lab was quieter, their team smaller, but the lab felt more...his. And he'd been right, Harrison had said so himself, Ramon was a liability. Still, that damned guilty conscience of his...

"Indulging in a bit of schadenfreude, Hartley?" Harrison asked, settling into the chair across from him.

"I didn't think you'd fire him-" Hartley started to explain as he set up the chess board between them but Harrison interrupted him.

"Didn't you?" Harrison's tone held a subtle challenge. "Don't apologize for achieving exactly what you wanted, Hartley. It's unbecoming."

Hartley bit back a smile, focusing on setting the white pieces up in front of Harrison. Dr. Snow was irritated with him for the firing - she and Ramon had become fast friends for reasons beyond Hartley's understanding - but Harrison, at least, didn't seem bothered. Good, that meant Harrison didn't know the full extent of his participation.

He wasn't foolish enough to think that Harrison was entirely oblivious to his part in Ramon's downfall. No, Harrison knew, or at least, he suspected. It was, after all, Hartley that he had allegedly tried to sabotage - he wasn't stupid, Ramon wasn't manipulative enough to try and sabotage anyone, and it was Hartley's calculations he'd looked over before disappearing downstairs. Hartley knew exactly what he'd been doing down there.

"You two seemed to be getting close," Hartley commented as though it hadn't driven him insane. "I almost thought you were friends."

"There was never any risk of friendship between us," Harrison replied easily, reaching for a piece and setting the game into motion. "Not unless you're redefining the term."

Hartley's mouth twitched upward into an amused smirk. That was one of the things he'd come to appreciate, even admire, about Harrison - he never felt the need to soften the truth, to bury it beneath niceties.

"Nomen amicitiae sic, quatenus expedit, haeret." Hartley countered as he studied the board.

For a moment, silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft click of chess pieces. Harrison's gaze, however, lingered a little too long on Hartley's face, as if sifting through layers of veneer to find the truth beneath.

"I’m impressed," Harrison finally murmured, his voice low. "You've grown into quite the strategist."

Hartley allowed himself a small, smug smile. "Thank you, but I'm simply following your example. After all, I am nothing if not observant."

Harrison's lips tilted upward in a smirk, one that Hartley couldn't decide was genuine approval or something far more foreboding. "Would that we all had your diligence, Hartley."

Hartley glanced through the glass windows at the team across the hall, considering his next move. Harrison knew, so that meant he knew of the anomaly too. Hartley didn't have to inform him of that and he assumed, prideful though he was, that Harrison would deal with it privately.

Months later, he wished he hadn't.

Hartley hadn't expected this. He'd thought- he'd trusted Harrison to fix it before- trusted that the anomaly he'd spotted had been caught in time. That had been the whole point of setting Ramon up - or, most of it, anyway. If Harrison had seen it as an excuse to fire him, so be it, at least he knew. Hartley had never imagined Harrison would simply ignore the warning.

Harrison had never intended to stop this.

The anxiety pressed on his temples. As the minutes stretched and the readings edged far past dangerous territory, his own confidence wavered. Watching the door shut behind Ronnie, Hartley felt a pang - maybe even something like guilt.

"Just shut it down, Raymond," he muttered under his breath, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

Harrison wasn't the kind to make mistakes. He was calculating, sometimes ruthless, but never careless - never this careless. The disbelief burned in his chest like acid.

He didn't have time to dwell. The lights flickered and a deep tremor shuddered through the floor beneath him. And then the world exploded.

The next thing Hartley was conscious of was blinding pain holding his entire head in a vice; piercing through his ears, and what sounded like syncopated gunshots - sharp, crackling bursts that sent fresh waves of pain through his throbbing skull. He pressed his face into the grit-coated floor, gripping the sides of his head as he tried to orient himself. His glasses were broken on the floor in front of him but it didn't matter, he could hardly see for pain, smoke, and debris anyway. The worst had happened. He needed to get up. He had to get out. There was nothing he could do now.

He couldn't make himself move.

Hartley took a shaky breath and then another before finally managing to lift a hand, fingers brushing the smooth wall - nearly hot enough to the touch to burn him, grounding himself in the painful reality he so desperately wanted to avoid. This had been intentional, and Hartley was a goddamn coward.

Somewhere close, the crackling grew louder along with a relentless, high-pitched whine - A5 or maybe A6 he thought dimly. Each step was a battle against his own body, against the spinning and roaring that drowned his senses. Distantly, he was aware of people shouting, Caitlin's frantic voice mingling with another but he could barely hear it over the cacophony. He tried to stand straight and a wave of pain and nausea hit him so violently his shoulder slammed against the wall as he nearly collapsed.

"Over here!"

An unfamiliar voice broke through, far too loud, and Hartley groaned, slumping down the wall. The ringing in his ears grew worse, drowning out every coherent thought with a blinding screech, no longer a recognizable note. All he could think of, amidst the noise, was that Harrison hadn't even tried to fix it.

The moment fire and rescue found him, Hartley lost consciousness.

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translation:

Nomen amicitiae sic, quatenus expedit, haeret - the name of friendship lasts just so long as it is profitable

[buffyann23]

The Flash⚡: S01E23 "Fast Enough"

"I hope that as you're living your great adventure, that you remember who gave you and that life. And that it was given out of love."

[purplecyborgnewt]

[stewolf7]

Been a while

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

Eowells: Engage your enemy!

Barry: On it!

(He slips a ring on Len’s finger)

Barry: Will you ma-

Eowells: NOT LIKE THAT!

[leekiings]

eobard have you ever kissed a man

[arrow-v-flash-polls]

Multiple versions of Harrison Wells joined the team over the years. Some Wells' stayed for a single season while others stuck around a little longer and one who wasn't a Wells at all. But which of these Wells do you like best?

Other Wells Poll Here

[mcbenson25]

I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's beautiful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

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

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

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

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[khayrrilrainxwells]

@harrywells_being_hot😏

[smittenbyvillains]

Seeing The Painful Reminder

Warnings: angst, drinking

Harry Wells x Fem!reader

You walked into the lab's cortex after getting a call from Barry to come to Star Labs. He didn't tell you why but to come there. Your boots clicked on the floor. You walked in and saw everyone there. "Everyone is here? What's going on?" You asked. After you asked you noticed someone. You froze as your eyes went wide in shock. HE WAS ALIVE?! You wasn't happy and narrowed your eyes. He should be dead. He needs to be. He broke your heart after you found out the truth. He didn't hurt you physically but him hurting your friends hurt you. "HOW IS HE ALIVE?! WHY IS HE JUST STANDING THERE?!" You said fired up. Barry walked over to you.

"Calm down, he's from another earth, like you." Barry said.

"why is he here." You said.

"He can help us against Zoom." Cisco said. Jay walked in and saw Wells and went over to him and started punching him. That frightened you. You never liked Jay and you had a slight idea he was lying about things. Barry was quick to separate them.

"He can't help us." Jay said. You walked over. If Jay is saying no then Harry must be able to help us.

"I think he can... if he is as smart as Harrison's are." You spoke. "Besides, we could use all the help we could get." You spoke. "Just stay out of my way." You said straight to Harrison. As soon as you said that a meta human alert went off. You quickly used your powers get in your suit in less than a second and Barry got in this and took you both to the scene. It was a nasty fight but managed to defeat them. You came back and leaned against the chair cisco was at.

You looked at the other Wells, you didn't know what to think. "Are we sure he isn't Thawne from another earth." You said a bit cold tone. "He hasn't shown any signs." Caitlin said. "He wouldn't because he is a master at lying and breaking hearts." You said and stormed off quickly. You found the bar and sat down after grabbing a big bottle and a cup. You poured a cup and downed it. The glass clinking onto the table when you sat it down. Someone sat beside you, you glanced over seeing it was Harrison. You looked at him for a few seconds before looking away. Eobard did so much to you, and you did not want to deal with other one.

"You can stop staring." Harrison or they are calling him Harry says. You rolled your eyes. He grabbed a bottle and took a swig. "I don't know what he did to you, but I am not him so don't act like I am." He spoke.

"Well, he did a lot of crap to me." "I would like to get along so we can stop Zoom, and thank you for standing up to Jay."

"I don't like him." You said. "Common ground is found." Harrison said.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

[vexic929]

"I'm so normal about him~" <- said while being absolutely abnormal about him

[buffyann23]

The Flash ⚡: S01E08 "Flash vs. Arrow"

"There is something off about that guy."

[purplecyborgnewt]

[vexicwrites]

Worship

Warnings: deification and religious themes

Thanks to @ftl-faster-than-life for inspiring this ficlet!

The word of the day on the kitschy calendar on the desk was 'worship'. Noun: from the Old English 'weorthscipe.' The feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity. Synonymous with veneration, reverence, or adoration.

How topical, Wells thought wryly, watching the object of his obsession flit out the door, no doubt late to something important. The boy could move faster than Hermes himself when motivated.

Barry Allen was no god.

Eobard tried to remind himself of this, tried to hold on to the loathing he had for the man and remind himself why he'd returned to the 21st century in the first place, but as he mentored Barry under the guise of Dr. Harrison Wells it was hard not to fall for him all over again. It was hard not to watch Barry's abilities grow and flourish, to watch him save life after life, to witness his drive and determination, without being reminded of his previous adorations. It was hard not to let the affection he'd once felt for his past self's mentor and friend take on a life of its own again, to let it rekindle the spark.

Barry was the only person Eobard had ever felt...well, anything for really. For so long, he'd seemed untouchable and unattainable - a god he could only pray to and hope he answered without ever knowing if he'd even heard. From a young age, Eobard had been Barry Allen's most loyal acolyte; hopelessly devoted before he'd ever met the man, and meeting him hadn't changed that, not initially. If anything, perhaps it had made his devotion stronger - now he could say his prayers to his god's face and Barry would answer immediately. It was everything he'd ever dreamed.

But now...now, something had changed. He didn't view Barry as his god anymore, not really. Eobard's powers were stronger, better, how could his god be weaker than him?

Maybe that was it. Eobard didn't have his powers in this century, not at this moment, not for the last 15 years. Yes, that had to be it, that had to be the reason - Eobard had simply forgotten what it was like to be so painfully weak and human and when Barry was honing his powers so rapidly it was hard not to think of him as something greater. He seemed god-like but it was all perspective, of course.

And yet, it was still hard to look at him and not feel...something. It wasn't a worshipful love anymore nor a quiet reverence, it was something more intense, more possessive - the need to protect Barry and make sure no harm ever came to him that wasn't of his own creation filled Eobard's very being. He knew, deep down, that it was more than mere obsession now.

Regardless of how much he tried to deny it, Eobard knew that Barry would always be his personal deity, no matter when or where he existed.

Barry was no god. But Eobard still loved him, nonetheless.

[unreliablesnake]

It's been over 8 years and I'm still not over this shot: