#eowells

[vexic929]

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

[leekiings]

eobard have you ever kissed a man

[stewolf7]

Been a while

[purplecyborgnewt]

[incorrectcoldflashblog]

Eowells: Engage your enemy!

Barry: On it!

(He slips a ring on Len’s finger)

Barry: Will you ma-

Eowells: NOT LIKE THAT!

[elutrosop]

Breathing him

[atommadly]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing: EoWells x Reader Warnings: Smut, slightly dominating behavior

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘰��𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺.

Masterlist

The hum of machinery and the low whirr of computers filled the air in STAR Labs, a place you never thought you’d find yourself. The sterile white walls and cool steel of the futuristic building were oddly familiar, but it wasn’t the lab itself that kept your mind occupied. No, it was the man beside you. Or, more precisely, the man who wore someone else's face.

Eobard Thawne. The man who had, in a twisted stroke of fate, claimed Harrison Wells’s identity. To the world, he was a brilliant scientist, a mentor, and a valued member of Team Flash. But to you, he was much more. He was the love of your life.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You and Eobard weren’t supposed to be stuck in this time, this period of history so different from your own. After all, you came from the future, hundreds of years ahead of this moment, an era where things had already spiraled out of control. Where your names were whispered with fear, where your plans had once nearly succeeded. Where you had once been the true power behind the man who had been called Reverse-Flash.

And you were no stranger to the darkness that came with your past. Both of you had been villains. Together, you had waged a war against the Flash, your sworn enemy. You had been partners in crime, partners in everything.

But fate had other plans. Eobard’s obsession with Barry Allen led you both to travel back to the past, to Barry’s childhood, where you thought you could erase him before he ever became the hero you both despised. But Barry was a survivor. And despite your best efforts, your plan had failed.

You had ended up stuck in the year 2000, lost and stranded, your connection to the future severed. It wasn’t the end of your journey, though. Not by a long shot. You quickly realized you would have to adapt, make a new plan—because there was one thing you both had in common: you would do anything to return to your time.

The answer was simple, yet dark. Barry Allen, the Flash, the very person who had stopped you, was the key. But instead of erasing him, you decided to help him become the man who would one day become your nemesis—the hero you both despised. You would create the Flash, in your own twisted way.

Now, here you were, years later, standing in STAR Labs, working under the guise of a simple assistant to Harrison Wells, a man you never truly met but whose face was now worn by the love of your life. You had agreed to keep your relationship secret—at least, in this time. If anyone ever discovered the truth of your connection, everything would fall apart. You knew it. Eobard knew it.

Pretending—playing the part of a loyal assistant, the quiet ally in STAR Labs—was becoming harder by the day. Especially when Eobard’s jealousy began to show itself in ways that were hard to ignore.

Despite knowing, deep down, that you would eventually betray everyone, your bond with the Flash team—your enemies—was growing more complicated. There was something almost intoxicating about it. The camaraderie. The shared moments of success. Even the small victories felt sweeter, despite your hidden agenda.

Cisco was a big part of that. You had never intended for it to happen, but somehow, over the months, you’d become... friends. It started as simple conversations, you offering your insight into a problem, him cracking jokes, and gradually, that harmless banter had turned into playful flirting.

It was innocent, you told yourself. It was a game.

But Eobard didn’t see it that way.

He watched you with eyes sharp as knives, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. You knew it drove him mad. The way you laughed a little too easily at Cisco’s jokes. The way you lingered just a second too long when your hands brushed, or how your smiles were always just a little too bright when Cisco was around.

It was all for show. For fun. To see just how far you could push Eobard before his obsession with control unraveled.

And today? Today was no different.

You had made a point to be close to Cisco, leaning in as he explained some new tech breakthrough, your fingers brushing his as you passed a piece of equipment. He grinned, his usual mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You could feel the tension building in the air, but you had to let it play out.

Eobard was sitting across the room, his expression carefully neutral, but you could see the slight clench of his jaw, the rigidity in his posture. The way his fingers twitched, itching to take control of the situation.

Perfect.

You turned your attention back to Cisco, letting the flirtation flow more freely. “I have to admit,” you teased, your voice low and playful. “You’ve got quite the knack for this tech stuff. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make me fall for you.”

Cisco’s laugh rang out, light and carefree, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Trying to get you to join Team Cisco?” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

You smiled, but there was a part of you that was watching Eobard closely. His eyes were fixed on you and Cisco now, his lips barely concealing the anger brewing beneath the surface. You could almost feel the storm inside him. He was losing his patience.

But that was the fun of it.

“Maybe you should,” you teased, keeping your gaze locked on Cisco. “I’m sure it would be... interesting to work alongside someone who knows how to keep a girl entertained.”

The flirtation was light, but Eobard’s eyes were turning darker by the second. He was growing agitated, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his wheelchair, his entire body leaning forward, as if trying to restrain himself from saying or doing something rash.

When everyone else finally filed out—Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry—your eyes never left Eobard. You could feel the tension building between you, like a thick, invisible wire being pulled tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

And then, in a flash of yellow lightning, the world around you blurred.

One second you were standing in the Cortex, pretending to be absorbed in a trivial task, the next you were pressed against the cold stone wall of Eobard’s time chamber, the air charged with the weight of his presence.

The speed of his movement didn’t even register at first. You didn’t have time to react before he slammed you against the wall, his hands grabbing your wrists with brutal precision. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you leaned into the feeling, the rush of power he exuded, the sharpness of his gaze as he held you captive in this moment.

Eobard’s proximity was overwhelming. His body was a mere inch away from yours, and his breath was uneven, the heat from his anger brushing against your skin. His eyes glowed with that familiar fire—the same obsession, the same desire to control everything in his orbit. You knew you had pushed him past his limit, and you were relishing every second of it.

"What's the problem, my love?" you asked innocently, your voice sweet and teasing, though the words were laced with a hidden challenge.

Eobard’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "What are you playing at, Y/N?" he growled, his grip tightening around your wrists, his anger now fully unrestrained.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "What? Are you jealous?" you taunted, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

"I’m not jealous," Eobard hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine."

The words hung in the air, thick with intent. He wasn’t just angry; he was possessive. And that possessiveness made your pulse race, your heart hammering in your chest. There was something intoxicating about the way he viewed you—how he couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else, even if that “anyone else” was just a harmless flirtation with Cisco.

But the truth was, you did enjoy pushing him, seeing that primal, almost animalistic response from him. It was one thing to control the situation with words, but when you had him here, in this moment, this space, it was all too tempting to keep testing him.

“Prove it,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing his, just enough to send a jolt of electricity between you. The challenge was unmistakable, and you could feel the way his body tensed, a barely contained fury and desire mixed into one intoxicating force.

A low growl erupted from his chest before he closed the distance between you in an instant, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was savage, hungry—his mouth urgent and demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to claim you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth graze your bottom lip, the fire inside you spreading from your stomach to your core. 

The heat of his kiss grew, a clash of tongues, a mixture of desperate need and pure raw hunger. You could feel his frustration and yearning with every sweep of his lips, the bruising pressure of his hands gripping your wrists even tighter as he pinned you to the wall. But it didn’t stop you from pressing into him, from responding with an equal hunger, matching his intensity.

You wanted more. Needed more. You moved against him, your body shifting and grinding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, your hips teasingly rolling, feeling the hard length of him against your stomach.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and you could feel his restraint breaking, the sharp, primal edge to his movements now fully unleashed. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you didn’t care. In fact, you relished it. There was something about the way he held you, as though you were the only thing in the world worth claiming, worth owning. It made your heart race, your breath hitching in your chest.

You ground against him again, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and you couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. The power you had over him was undeniable, and you were going to push it as far as you could.

Eobard finally let go of one of your wrists, but it wasn’t to give you freedom. Instead, his hand slid down your body, settling on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you even harder against the wall. The sudden pressure against you stopped your movements, but it only seemed to make you crave him more.

"You’re a little pest, you know that?" His voice was thick with frustration, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something darker, more possessive. The words left his mouth in a growl, but there was a strange, almost affectionate quality to them. He was angry, but he wanted you. That much was undeniable.

"You love it," you murmured, your breath shallow, already out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, from the fire building in your body. You didn’t need to look at him to know the effect those words would have. You could feel the way his body stiffened, the pulse of energy between you both, the primal hunger in his every movement.

He didn’t answer, but his grip on your hip tightened as his other hand released your other wrist. You didn’t have time to process the change before you felt his fingers trailing up your skirt, slowly, purposefully, as if savoring every moment of your vulnerability. You gasped when his hand found its destination, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties, teasing you with a gentle pressure.

You let out a shaky breath as he slid his fingers against the fabric, the slow, teasing touch pushing your body to its limit. There was a brief moment of relief, the sensation of his hand pressing against the sensitive heat between your legs sending an almost overwhelming jolt of pleasure through your system.

Eobard’s lips never left yours. They were urgent, desperate, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His kiss was a fusion of hunger and control, pulling you deeper into the moment. But his mouth didn’t stay on your lips for long. It was as if he couldn’t resist tracing every inch of your skin, moving down your jawline, along your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in his wake.

You arched your neck, the sensation of his lips on your skin driving you wild. "I don’t ever want to see you flirt with another man again," he growled against your ear, his breath warm and ragged. The words came out rough, possessive, like a threat. But there was an undeniable weight to them, a command that sent a thrill through your veins.

You were already lost in him, your body moving against him with a mind of its own, riding the waves of pleasure as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movements over your clit. The lace of your panties was no obstacle to him; his fingers worked their way over the fabric with precision, tracing every sensitive curve, building you up slowly, steadily, until you were writhing under his touch. Your moans came louder now, one after another, the sound of your pleasure mingling with the soft rasp of his breath against your skin.

"You’re mine," he muttered, his voice thick with intent. The words felt like a brand against your skin, marking you in ways that left no room for doubt. His thumb pressed down harder, faster now, applying just the right amount of pressure as his movements quickened. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension tightening inside you as the pleasure became nearly unbearable.

“Understand?” he demanded, his voice dark, commanding, a stark contrast to the desperate need you could hear in it.

“Yes!” you moaned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure rippled through your body. The sensation was so overwhelming, so electric, that you were certain you were on the brink of unraveling. Every movement of his fingers against you was a perfect stroke, pushing you closer to the edge, the heat within you tightening with each passing second.

But just as you were about to reach your peak, he withdrew his fingers with a sudden, almost cruel speed. A frustrated groan tore from your lips, your body jerking in desperate need, but the sound was quickly silenced by the intensity of Eobard’s next move. His hands were on you in the blink of an eye, his speed rendering everything else irrelevant. In one fluid motion, he tore off your panties, lifting your skirt with ease, exposing you completely to him.

Before you could fully process the rush of sensations, Eobard was already unzipping his pants with a ferocity that matched the hunger in his gaze. He pulled his underwear down swiftly, revealing himself to you. The sight made your mouth go dry. You could feel the heat in your core intensify, and despite the overwhelming desire to touch him, your body was frozen in anticipation. His power, his control—it was intoxicating.

Then, without warning, Eobard lifted you off the floor with the same effortless ease he had displayed all along. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his as he carried you, holding you in place with his strength. You felt the heat of his skin against yours, the tension between your bodies growing with each passing second.

You reached up, your hands framing his face, pulling him closer as your lips found his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Your heart raced as you gazed into his eyes, the emotion in them almost too much to bear. “I only love you,” you whispered softly, your voice hushed, as if the words were something fragile and sacred. “You know that, don’t you?”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, it was as if time stopped. You saw something flicker in Eobard’s eyes—a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained. The intensity of your confession, the weight of your love, seemed to take him off guard, his usual confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe this was real—that you, in all your complexity and fire, truly felt for him the same way he felt for you.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was no longer tender, but urgent, as if he needed to consume you completely. His pelvis ground against yours, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your core. Your body responded instantly, the desire that had been building between you both finally reaching its peak.

Without warning, Eobard positioned himself at your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hips, he entered you. The sensation was dizzying—hot, intimate, and overwhelming. You gasped, your body tensing for a moment before relaxing into him, feeling the weight of him fill you completely.

His movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, stretching you, filling you in a way that had you seeing stars. You locked your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rapid beat of your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place, making sure you didn’t escape the intensity of what was happening between you.

His lips never left yours, and you could feel the power of his kiss as it deepened, turning feverish. His tongue tangled with yours, his need for you palpable in every movement. You could feel the overwhelming desire radiating off him, each stroke of his hips an assertion of control, but also a plea—a desperate, primal cry to have you, to keep you, to make you his in every possible way.

And you, lost in him, lost in the moment, responded in kind. Every inch of your body was attuned to him—his touch, his movements, his breath. It was all-consuming, and you reveled in it, feeling every push, every pull, every intimate connection as if it was your first.

“Do you feel that?” Eobard growled between kisses, his voice thick with passion. “You’re mine. Completely. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

His words shot through you like electricity, igniting something deeper, something that made your pulse race even faster. You moaned in response, your hips grinding against his as you sought more, needing to feel everything he was giving you. The pleasure was a wave that kept building, rising higher, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement.

He thrust into you harder now, faster, each stroke sending you deeper into a blissful, heated haze. His pace quickened as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure inside you almost unbearable. Every sound you made seemed to push him on, urging him to give you more, to take you higher. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry, and he responded with a growl, his hand gripping the back of your head as he kissed you fiercely.

With a final, desperate thrust, you reached the edge, your body shuddering as you finally gave in to the rush of pleasure. Your orgasm rocked through you, leaving you trembling in his arms, your body still wracked with the aftershocks of the intense release. Eobard followed close behind, his movements becoming erratic as he found his own release inside you, his body pulsing with pleasure.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both gasping for breath, the world spinning as you held each other, completely connected in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. His hand caressed your cheek gently, his forehead resting against yours, and you could feel the weight of his words, the truth of what he had just claimed.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, his voice hoarse but filled with a possessive love that made your heart swell.

You smiled, your body still wrapped around his, as you kissed him tenderly. “Yours,” you whispered back.

[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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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

[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.

[vexic929]

mentor mentiroso

Chapter 1

Warnings: none

"Cisco."

Dr. Wells' smile was placating, like a parent who'd caught their child with their hand in the cookie jar. Cisco was too distracted by his discovery to notice.

"Dr- oh my god, Dr. Wells! I need to show you- this is so dangerous, I can't believe we caught it in time, come look!" Cisco rambled, running to the top of the ramp into the accelerator and gesturing for Dr. Wells to follow. He didn't.

"What were you doing in my accelerator?" Dr. Wells asked and Cisco's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hartley was running some calculations and they didn't look right so I thought I'd-" Cisco started and Dr. Wells let out a soft chuckle.

"I know you and Hartley have your differences, Cisco, but that is no excuse to sabotage his work on the accelerator."

Cisco froze. Sabotage? He would never- didn't Dr. Wells know how much this job meant to him? "What? No, Dr. Wells, I wouldn't-"

"I can't have you on my team if I can't trust you. This project demands loyalty and professionalism. Perhaps Hartley's concerns were warranted."

Dr. Wells' statement felt like a punch to the gut and Cisco felt like the world had turned suddenly on its axis. Any explanation he might give would only make things worse. Dr. Wells was immovable, a stone wall where Cisco had hoped to find understanding. The moment the security team's heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, Cisco's stomach dropped; he hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't meant to challenge Dr. Wells so directly. But there was no room for miscalculation with the particle accelerator; the margin for error was far too slim and the repercussions too great, too dangerous. And, like everything Cisco did, he had thrown himself wholeheartedly into it. He felt sick as he tried to understand how his career had been dismantled within minutes.

"Dr. Wells, please...I don't understand." His voice wavered, feeling small in the vastness of the lab that had so very briefly felt like his home. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, echoing in his ears, nearly drowning out whatever Dr. Wells was saying.

"I'm afraid your position at S.T.A.R. Labs has been terminated, Mr. Ramon." Dr. Wells said with that same infuriatingly placid smile as four large security guards entered behind him. "You've disrupted my team's work enough."

"I was only trying to help. I didn't mean to-"

But Dr. Wells' gaze was cold, the warmth that had once colored his interactions with the team nowhere to be found. As the guards gripped Cisco's arms and began to lead him away, he thought of his brother Dante, effortlessly successful, and how his family would see this as yet another failure, another blemish Cisco could never wash away. This wasn't just a setback; this was ruin and there'd be no recovering from it.

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

[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.

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