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[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells- Oneshot (Flash)

When he’d first returned. He was ecstatic to venture the world. He’d lost so much due to the past. But he’d gotten a second chance. He told himself that he’d go back. To the very beginning. Although he could travel through time, he couldn’t alter anything. So when he first saw you working, he was determined to finally have his happily ever after.

“Dr. Wells, the CCPD is here to take your statement.”

He nodded at his employee.

“Let them in.”

The male stepped to the side, letting the detective in.

“Dr. Wells, (Y/N) Morgan. My officers are outside questioning your employees that were present when the item was stolen. Is there anything about Mr. Davis that you can tell me? Every bit of information would help.”

For a moment he just gazes at you. Basks in the light. It had been so long since he saw your face. There was a part of him that somehow knew he’d died the minute he lost you.

“Dr. Wells are you alright?” You took a step closer, inspecting him for injuries.

“Did Mr. Davies attack you?”

Harrison blinked.

“Oh, no no. I’m fine.” He gave a little laugh, running his hand down his tie.

“I apologize I just..” He paused, eyes still very much trained on you.

“You’re just so beautiful..” It was said wistfully. A bashful expression crossed your face, and he took a much needed step back.

“Sorry! Sorry that was unprofessional. You’re supposed to be helping me and I’m distracting you. There is not much more I can provide about him other than the security footage that we reviewed. I’m sorry we can’t be more helpful.” You clear your throat, sliding your hands in your pockets.

“It’s alright. If you think of anything else. Please don’t be afraid to reach out. You have my contact information.”

“Yes, if anything comes to mind I’ll be sure to call. “

For a moment, you both just stand there.

You’ve known Harrison Wells for years. The man was labeled a genius by many. He was successful, handsome and apparently not that bad of a guy. None of your paths had ever crossed until today. You never thought much of him until you stepped through that door. As a detective, gut feelings have always been an aid in your life. That’s why the second you saw him in person, it felt..strange. He kept staring at you like you’d met before, and something about his presence felt almost powerful.

He was a billionaire, so that should have been expected.

But this was different.

You gaze at him, almost trying to figure him out.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.”

It’s not like he had set off any red flags. But you needed to figure out this particular mystery. Right after you found his gear.

“Have a good day Dr. Wells.”

“Yes! You too.” He offered a charming smile, and you turned, exiting the room.

~~~~

“Detective Morgan, always good to see a friendly face.”

You grin at the CSI officer.

“Mr. Allen, how is little Nora? Is she missing her favorite aunt?”

“Always.” He laughs. He looks a little preoccupied, but you can’t help but broach the question.

“Hey Barry, can I ask you something?” He looks intrigued now. You gesture to your office, and he follows. When he closes the door, he’s invested.

“Have you made any progress on the missing tech at star labs?”

He shook his head.

“No. Thankfully all that was stolen is a supercharged battery. It’s good to power a car at most, but not much else. It’s one of the newer modifications Star Labs has been working on. The charger inside allows a car to run with the battery for days and its solar charge. So as long as there’s a signal, the vehicle can go for weeks. My guess is this thief was just trying to make a quick buck.”

You nod, pulling a pen off your desk absentmindedly as you bounce it on your leg.

Barry tilted his head at the reaction.

“Why does it feel like you’re not as concerned about this criminal?”

He’d seen through that quickly. Not that you were surprised.

“How much do you know about Harrison Wells?” You can just see the excitement rise into his eyes.

“Enough to know the man is a revolutionary genius!”

Maybe Barry was the wrong person to ask. He was obviously biased.

“I know he’s the victim, and I don’t really get the vibe that he would set up his employee to steal something like this just to make more money. He’s literally swimming in wealth just by breathing.”

“So if he’s not a suspect, why are you so suspicious?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly contemplate telling him at all. If you were being honest it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Because you were going to bring this up with Iris whenever you both had free time anyway.

“Today in the office he was acting a little weird. That’s why I thought he was possibly in on it and just trying his best to distract me.”

“Weird how? What exactly did he say?”

“He said I was beautiful.” Your eyes are narrowed like you’re trying to solve some elaborate mystery.

Barry’s expression is blank for a moment, like he’s waiting for the punchline. It never comes.

“Are you kidding me! A guy compliments you and you immediately assume he’s a criminal.”

“W-What! No I-I…It was a gut feeling!!” You defend. Barry just begins laughing, and you frown.

“If you’re not going to help you might as well leave!!”

So he does, snickering on his way out. It earns some looks from your coworkers, and you roll your eyes.

Last time you rely on Barry for help.

~~~

“Can I have one coffee please.”

The barista gives a smile, and you move to take a seat as you wait for your order to be called. Your focus diverts to your cellphone as you scroll through messages from reports.

“Detective Morgan?” Your eyes lift at the familiar voice. Just then your order is called, and he’s standing at the counter. He nods to the barista who hands him the coffee with a smile. Harrison moves over to your seat. You simply watch as he places it down.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all.” He pulls out a chair, and you pocket your phone.

“Unfortunately we haven’t made much progress on your case. We’ve set up some interference in case he tries to sell it within the city. But if he’s already fled, then it makes it a bit more difficult. My contacts in DC are keeping me updated. “

Harrison smiles.

“I appreciate you working so diligently on my behalf.”

“It is my job.” You point out. He’s still wearing that warm smile that sort of disarms you. Because those eyes hold something akin to adoration and you’ve literally only spoken to this man once in your life. You weren’t such a naive soul to believe in something like love at first sight.

“Detective I was actually wondering if you would like to-”

You jump when you hear the glass at the door shatter. A canister rolls in, and you immediately go into fight mode.

“Everyone get done, cover your faces!!”

Your yell echoes, and a few of them react as instructed. But others aren’t so quick. The smoke is blinding, and instinctively you reach for your gun, but the second it’s within grasp, it’s flung out of your hand. You’re struck right in the stomach, and you grunt when your body hits the floor harshly.

“Nice try.” A male voice says.

People in the area are coughing, and you try to cover your face as you search for your weapon on the floor.

“Detective!!”

Harrison is calling for you, but you're still trying to gather your wits. You're still trying to pick yourself off the floor. Someone beats you to it. You’re grabbed by the back of your hair, yanked off the floor. Your cry of pain catches Harrison’s attention. Through the smoke and chaos his eyes catch your predicament, and anger rushes through his veins. You aren’t really sure how to explain what happens next. One minute you’re fighting in jitters, the next, you witness an explosion of green particles.

Your legs land on solid ground and you gasp.

“What the hell!!”

That sounds like the voice of your assailant. Your head whips to the back, and standing there is the very criminal you all had been searching for. He’s decked down in black clothing holding your gun in his hand and it’s pointed at Harrison.

“DR. WELLS!!”

You’re startled that he isn’t begging for his life, or even trying to run. His glare is fixated on Mr. Davies, and the man pulls the trigger to your horror. The bullet however does connect. The weapon disappears in those similar green sparks. When it reappears, Harrison is holding it in his hand. The bullet hits Davies right in the knee, and he drops to the ground in a cry of pain. You’re shocked, confused, relieved? You simply gape. There’s nothing else that really can be done. None of this really makes sense. When Harrison’s gaze finally moves to you, there’s relief, and a spec of guilt. Whatever this is. He has some serious explaining to do.

~~~

“Thanks Barry.”

He pats your shoulder.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

After finally gathering yourself, you managed to call back up. The street you stood on was now filled with at least three police cars and an ambulance. Harrison was giving his statement to the police. At least the altered version.

You’d given him specific orders after what you witnessed.

“Don’t say a word.”

It’s somewhat of a hiss. A warning.

You sound irritated, and also scared. He understands. He also knows the only reason you aren’t letting him expose his identity is so as to avoid a panic.

Harrison says nothing, simply nods.

The story was that you were both drugged and taken to this spot. It was pretty believable considering the circumstances. As you watch him from across your view, there is so much that needs to be said. But you can’t exactly apprehend him now in front of everyone and ask how he dissolved not just his body but your own as well as the criminal’s. None of this truly makes sense. When his eyes finally find you, it’s almost like he understood.

You would be waiting for that explanation.

~Later~

The knock on your door is as expected. You place your glass down, moving to open the door. Harrison is standing on the other side with a weak smile. You step aside, and he walks in. He adjusts his glasses. A nervous tick that you’ve picked up on.

For a while there is nothing but silence.

Harrison breaks it.

“You protected me.”

You scoff.

“Do you really think anyone would believe it if you told them what happened? I was saving myself paperwork.” He offers a smile.

“So I gave you a cover. Explain it to me. How the hell did you do that!”

You have a right to yell at him. You have no idea what’s going on and it terrifies you.

“In the simplest terms, I’m a time traveler. I can go back and forth through time.” You laugh, but there is no humor in there.

“You really expect me to believe that time travel is real.”

“You saw it with your own eyes.”

“I don’t know what I saw! For all I know you could have drugged me! Maybe you’re running some kind of scheme with your buddy Davies. The only reason he came after me is because my little interference put a block in his plans. Be straight with me, you both were accomplices and you used some kind of drug on me.”

Harrison takes a step closer, and you tense.

Your head is saying that you need to be weary, on guard. Because you still can’t explain what you saw.

Your heart however, that is the part that isn’t acting the way it should. The closer he gets, the faster the wave of beats seems to echo. Except this isn’t fear.

It’s something completely different.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“W-What are you talking about?!”

Harrison reaches for you, and rather than run away, you just stand there. His palm lands on your cheek, and you feel like the air has been squeezed out of you.

“I thought that I consciously made the decision to be here with you, but I think time led me here. Because we’re connected. “

“I-I barely know you..”

His smile is solemn.

“I know.”

You aren’t sure why his somber words make you feel so sad. Somehow your body just reacts, and you take a step forward, gripping his suit as you kiss him earnestly. Harrison is taken by surprise. You feel the way he tenses. But the longer your lips are pressed to his, the faster he falls into sync with your movements. You back him up, and he hits a wall with a soft grunt. You wish there was some way you could explain what was happening.

Why kissing this stranger felt like absolute heaven. But it didn’t make sense.

Nothing about this situation made any sense.

Yet, for some reason, at that moment you didn't even care.

Because this somehow feels..right.

[atommadly]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | pt. 2

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader Warnings: recovery, wounds

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

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Harry didn’t leave your side the following day, not even for a second. You slept for most of it, your body completely drained from fighting off the lingering effects of the cold. Every now and then, you’d stir, letting out faint murmurs or shifting slightly before slipping back into the depths of sleep. Harry stayed rooted to his chair, his eyes never leaving you, watching with an intensity that felt almost protective, as though he could will you to heal just by being there.

When you finally started staying awake for longer stretches, it wasn’t the relief Harry had been hoping for. Every breath you took seemed to cost you. The sharp intake of air was accompanied by a wince that made his chest tighten with sympathy. The burn in your side, persistent and slow to heal, radiated pain with every slight movement. Caitlin reassured them both that recovery would take time, but patience was never Harry’s strong suit—especially when it came to watching someone he cared about suffer.

Harry didn’t stay by your bedside every moment anymore, but he couldn’t stay away for long. Almost like clockwork, he would stride into the med bay every hour or so, his steps purposeful and determined, betraying the concern he tried so hard to hide. You’d catch him scanning your vitals on the monitors, his sharp blue eyes flicking toward you. When your gazes met, his face softened just a little.

“How are you feeling?” he’d ask, his voice lower than usual, though you could tell he already knew the answer.

“It still hurts,” you’d admit, your voice tight, but you managed a faint smile when you saw him frown in frustration.

“Of course, it hurts,” he’d grumble, running a hand through his hair. “You were hit by a weapon designed to take you down completely. You’re lucky to be alive.” Even as the words left his mouth, his tone softened, guilt flickering across his face. “But you’re healing,” he added after a beat, almost as though trying to convince himself more than you.

He’d eventually settle into the chair beside you, the one he seemed to have claimed as his own. He’d take your hand—hesitantly at first, but with growing ease—and hold it gently between his. It became almost a ritual between the two of you, one that neither of you acknowledged out loud but both of you found comfort in. His grip was firm but careful, warm against your cold fingers. For you, the gesture was grounding, chasing away the remnants of frostbite that still clung to your skin.

“What’s been going on out there?” you asked one afternoon, your voice strained but curious, as you gestured weakly toward the door with your free hand.

Harry’s lips quirked into a small smile. It wasn’t smug, but it was definitely playful. “Oh, you know. The usual chaos. Barry managed to trip over his own feet—again. Caitlin’s annoyed because Cisco keeps stealing her coffee, and Cisco...” He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought. “Well, Cisco is Cisco. Loud, impossible to ignore.”

You chuckled softly, though the sound turned into a wince as the movement tugged at your injured side. Harry’s grip on your hand tightened, and his expression immediately darkened with concern. “Careful,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly as though ready to steady you. “You’re not supposed to laugh. Or move. Or breathe too deeply, apparently.” The last part came out in a frustrated mutter, which earned a small, faint smile from you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, though the strain in your voice said otherwise. “Just… keep talking.”

And he did. Harry told you about everything—the mundane updates on the team, sarcastic comments about Barry’s latest heroic mishaps, even dry commentary on his experiments. It wasn’t the words themselves that you cherished, but the way he spoke to you. The sharp edges of his usual sarcasm softened when he was with you, his voice quieter, almost tender.

You adored those moments. The pain in your side faded into the background when he was there, his voice filling the sterile med bay with a warmth that you desperately craved. You didn’t say it aloud, but you appreciated seeing this side of him—a Harry who wasn’t just the irritable genius barking orders, but someone capable of kindness, thoughtfulness, and—sometimes—a surprising tenderness.

And though you never said anything about it, you noticed him glancing at you sometimes when he thought you weren't looking, his gaze lingering just a little too long. You wondered if he realized how much those quiet moments meant to you.

A week had passed, and your condition had improved significantly. Your strength was returning little by little, though the lingering ache in your side still reminded you of how far you had to go. Today, however, you felt better—stronger. The boredom of lying in bed had gnawed at you long enough, and you decided it was time to move.

Sitting up was your first challenge. You grimaced as your muscles protested, your hand instinctively going to your side as you swung your legs slowly over the edge of the bed. The blanket slipped to the floor as you braced yourself, trying to ignore the sting of pain flaring with every small movement.

Before your feet could touch the ground, the door opened. Harry’s voice broke through the quiet of the room, sharp with alarm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hurrying over to you. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by genuine panic.

You looked up at him with a small, stubborn smile, your hands gripping the edge of the bed for support. “I’m getting up,” you replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry blinked at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and concern. “No, absolutely not,” he said firmly, his hands hovering near your shoulders like he was ready to catch you at any second. “You’re still weak, and you need to rest. You can’t just—”

“Harry,” you cut him off, your tone calm but resolute. “It’s been more than a week. I’m not trying to run a marathon. I just want to stretch my legs. I’m tired of lying here all day.”

He hesitated, clearly torn. His eyes darted to your side, where the bandages beneath your shirt hinted at the injury you were still healing from. You could see it in his face—he wasn’t just worried; he was scared. It was endearing, really, the way he fussed over you. But you were determined.

You shifted forward, testing the weight on your feet. The motion sent a sharp sting through your side, and you winced, clutching the bed for support. Harry noticed immediately, his brows knitting together in worry.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice softer now, almost pleading.

“I’m fine,” you said through gritted teeth, though the pain made you pause. “I just need to do this, Harry. Please.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he considered your words. You had a point—Caitlin had mentioned that movement was the next step in your recovery—but that didn’t make it any easier for him to watch you struggle. After a moment of silence, he nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice tinged with reluctance. “But you’re not doing this alone.”

Before you could argue, he moved beside you, sliding an arm around your waist to steady you. His touch was firm but careful, as though he were handling something fragile. With his other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, offering silent reassurance.

“Ready?” he asked, glancing down at you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. Slowly, you pushed yourself off the bed, your legs trembling under your weight. His arm tightened around you, taking some of the strain as you rose. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, followed by a soft groan of pain, and you squeezed his hand instinctively.

“Take it easy,” he murmured, his voice closer now. He was standing so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his body, his steady presence grounding you.

For a moment, you kept your eyes closed, focusing on the pain as it began to dull slightly. “You okay?” Harry asked, his voice low but insistent.

“Yes,” you whispered, your head nodding faintly. “I just need a second.”

Harry didn’t move, didn’t rush you. Instead, he watched you closely, his gaze lingering on your face. Your cheeks were pale, your hair slightly messy from days of rest, but to him, you looked beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself—even now, in pain—that he couldn’t help but admire.

When you finally opened your eyes, the worst of the pain seemed to have passed. “I’m okay,” you said, offering him a small, tired smile.

He didn’t let go of your hand as you took your first step. It was slow and tentative, but when you didn’t falter, your smile grew. “There,” you said softly, relief coloring your voice.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Harry warned, though there was a trace of a smile on his lips now.

You took another step, this one a bit more confident, and Harry stayed right beside you, his arm securely around your waist. He walked with you, their movements slow and deliberate. You were still weak, but for the first time in days, you felt like you were making progress.

“Thank you,” you said quietly after a while, glancing up at him.

Harry met your gaze, and for a moment, there was nothing but warmth in his expression. “Just don’t overdo it,” he replied, his voice soft. But there was a tenderness there, a side of him you rarely saw, and it made your heart ache in a way that had nothing to do with your injury.

Together, you kept walking, each step a little easier than the last.

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[ghosts-but-one-word-is-pussy]

Ideally, you want it about five pussies high

- Mary

[ailendolin]

ThemThere Thursday - 07 - BBC Ghosts

Title: Good Boy [AO3]

Characters: Alison/Mike, Robin, Thomas, Julian & Fanny

Prompt: A fic about Alison, Mike and Robin after Robin saves Mike and Mike sees him. - Prompt sent in by the lovely @harrisonwells

Prompts are closed.

————

Good Boy

“Robin’s room is upstairs, right? The rundown one that’s drafty?”

Alison looked up from their latest electricity bill.

“You do know that describes about every single room in this house, right?” she pointed out. When Mike gave her a look, she sighed. “Yes, it’s the one upstairs. Why? Is something wrong with it? Despite the obvious, that is.”

Instead of answering her question, Mike hummed thoughtfully to himself. “And Robin’s obsessed with the moon, right?”

“Yes, Mike, as you very well know,” Alison said with a hint of impatience, not understanding what he was getting at. “What’s with all the questions?”

Mike flashed her his most charming, innocent smile and Alison immediately knew she wouldn’t like whatever he’d say. “Promise me you won’t be mad?”

She sighed. “What have you done?”

“Nothing!” Mike hurried to reassure her. “I promise! But I’ve been thinking – Robin saved my life, didn’t he? Last week when I was out in the storm.”

“Because of the stupid bear,” Alison couldn’t help but remind him.

“Yeah, whatever,” Mike said with a roll of his eyes. “So when he redirected the lightning I saw him for a brief moment and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that.”

Alison felt her eyes soften. “Oh Mike, why didn’t you say anything?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Mike waved her worry away. “I know we’ve thanked him for what he did but with the gatehouse burning down and the whole insurance mess it feels like we haven’t really appreciated it enough, you know?”

Thinking back to the last few days, Alison had to admit he had a point. They’d been crazily busy this past week trying to figure out their whole life all over again, and while a part of her was relieved they agreed the gatehouse might not have been a good idea in the long run, the decision not to host guests anymore felt a lot like they were back at square one – financial struggles and worries included. Robin’s heroic deed might not have gone unnoticed but Mike was right: it hadn’t gotten the attention it deserved.

“So what’s the plan?” she asked.

Mike pulled her against his side with a grin. “Giving him the moon and stars.”

————

It took a few days to get everything organised. While Mike was in charge of getting all the necessary things (Alison tried not to grimace when she saw how much it all cost) and setting everything up, her main task was to keep Robin busy and far away from his room.

“So … how’s your mouse family doing?” she asked Robin the day they planned to put their plan into action and inwardly winced. Judging by the incredulous looks both Julian and Thomas – who happened to be in the room at the time – were giving her the question sounded as painfully awkward as it felt.

Robin, thank god, frowned at her for an entirely different reason. “Mice grow fast. Babies are all grown up now.” The words, You should know that, went unspoken.

“What a shame,” Alison lied through her teeth as she desperately tried to think of another way to get him out of the house for the day. “I’ve got a little time now and would have loved to meet them.”

To her surprise, Robin perked up at that. He jumped up from his seat by the chessboard and, his eyes bright with boundless excitement and enthusiasm, said, “I can show you fox family!”

Alison blinked. “We have foxes here?”

“Why do you think the grounds aren’t overrun with the hares the Captain is so fond of fake-killing?” Thomas asked from the sofa, raising an eyebrow.

Robin pointed at him as if to say, See? He knows.

“I don’t know, Thomas, maybe because Barclay real-shoots them all?” Alison suggested, an edge of annoyance creeping into her tone. She regretted it immediately when Thomas winced and covered his wound.

“Foxes, eh?” Julian said, bringing the conversation back on track. He got to his feet with a groan. “Can’t say I wouldn’t prefer Samantha Fox but beggars can’t be choosers. So lead the way, ape. It’s not like we have anything better to do anyhow.” He looked at Thomas. “You coming?”

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting up to Alison before dropping back down to his shoes again.

“Come on,” Robin gently encouraged him. “Cubs have grown much since last time we saw them. They out of the den now!”

A little of the tension around Thomas’s eyes bled away when he looked at Robin. “Really?”

Robin nodded. “Dreamer still stay close to his mother but Bella love to explore.”

“And Cleo?” Thomas asked.

“Still the runt of the litter but oh, very feisty,” Robin said with a great.

Thomas breathed out a laugh and it was with a start that Alison realised they regularly observed the local wildlife together. She’d had no idea but it made her heart feel a little lighter. Thomas spent so much time on his own she sometimes worried he’d lose his connection to the other ghosts. Knowing he was off to the woods with Robin during some of the time she’d always believed him to be sulking somewhere was a welcome revelation and relief.

“You named them?” Julian asked, interrupting her thoughts. Both Robin and Thomas turned to look at him, silently daring him to make fun of them, and he groaned. “Of course you did. I swear you two are just as bad as Fanny.”

From somewhere within the house, an offended Fanny shouted, “I heard that!”

————

By the time they came back from their little excursion in the woods, it was late and Alison couldn’t feel her toes anymore. She’d underestimated how much time, effort and patience it took to get even a glimpse at wild animals. The ghosts, of course, didn’t have to worry about where they were stepping but she had to be careful around all the dry twigs and branches barely visible under the layers of dead leaves covering the forest floor.

In the end, it was worth it, though. She’d never seen a wild fox with her own eyes before and watching the three little ones play under the watchful eye of their mother was incredible and so much better than any nature documentary on TV. Both Robin and Thomas’s faces lit up with awe when the cubs first stuck their tiny noses out of the den, and even Julian couldn’t help but smile when Cleo, clearly the boldest, raced around the small clearing chasing a butterfly.

The sun was just setting as they made their way back to the house where Mike was already waiting for them. “Where’ve you been?”

“Oh, just in the woods, watching Robin’s fox family,” Alison said with a smile. Under the pretence of giving him a kiss, she whispered, “Is everything ready?”

Mike’s eyes lit up and he nodded. Alison gave him a subtle thumbs-up before she turned back to the ghosts. “Robin? Would you come with us upstairs for a moment?”

Robin, after sharing a confused look with Julian and Thomas, shrugged. “Okay.”

They went upstairs, and when Mike stopped in front of Robin’s door, Robin cocked his head to the side in a confused way that reminded Alison of a mangy but trusting dog. “This is my room.”

Alison bit her lip to hide her smile. “Robin says we’re at his room.”

Mike nodded and turned to look at where he thought Robin was – a little too far to the left and too high up in the air. “Yeah, that’s right. See, Ali and I, we’ve been talking about the day the storm hit and you saved my life, and we wanted to thank you for that.”

Furrowing his brows, Robin glanced at Alison. “But – you already did. Said, Thank you, Robin. Me remember.”

“He says we already thanked him,” Alison told Mike.

“Well, yes,” Mike said. “But not, like, properly. You redirected freaking lightning for me, mate, and I saw you! That was so cool!”

Robin, Alison noticed, looked a little flustered under Mike’s praise.

“Was no big deal,” he mumbled, scratching his ear.

“It was, though,” Alison corrected him gently, wishing she could actually reach out to him. “It was a huge deal, Robin.”

“Still is,” Mike added. “And that’s why we planned a little surprise for you. I really hope you’ll like it.”

With that, he opened the door to Robin’s room and stepped aside. Robin’s mouth went slack when he saw the glow-in-the-dark stars spread out all over the ceiling. They weren’t randomly placed, Alison realised after a moment. She could see Orion above the area where Robin usually slept, and Cassiopeia right above the window.

“Mary,” Robin whispered suddenly and pointed at one of the stars that seemed to glow just a little bit brighter.

Swallowing around the sudden and unexpected lump in her throat, Alison told Mike, “He just found Mary.”

Mike’s eyes softened and he stepped into the room, somehow managing to avoid running into Robin.

“Annie’s there, too. See?” He pointed at another star, not far from Mary’s, and Robin’s eyes followed him. “And here’s William though to be honest I have no idea who that is. And Graham – also no clue.”

“Not true!” Robin said with a laugh that sounded just a little teary. “Armour downstairs is Graham’s.”

Alison blinked.

“Really? How come I didn’t know that?” At Mike’s questioning look, she explained, “Robin says the armour downstairs used to be Graham’s.”

“He never fall over with it like Mike did,” Robin snickered under his breath. Alison decided not to relay that bit to Mike.

“So, I take it he likes the stars?” Mike asked.

Robin nodded.

“He does. Very much so.”

“Great!” Mike said. “Because I’ve got another surprise for him.”

He reached up to touch something anchored to the ceiling and a second later, a moon lamp lit up and bathed everything in pale yellow light. Robin’s eyes widened in awe and he breathed out a reverent, “Moonah.”

“Go on, try turning it off and back on again,” Mike encouraged him with a grin.

Robin’s eyes lit up with giddy excitement before he closed them in concentration. His powers had grown since the lightning strike and it took him barely a moment to switch the lamp off and then back on again. He opened his eyes and let out a gleeful laugh. “Ha! Me did it!”

“Yes, that’s it!” Mike cheered at the same time. “Now you’ve got your own moon and night sky!”

His words gave Robin pause. Alison wished Mike could see him because his eyes were shimmering with so much gratitude in the faint glow of the moon that it took her breath away. He seemed to be itching to reach out to Mike but since he couldn’t, he bowed his head and said, very quietly, “Thank you.”

“No, Robin – thank you,” Alison whispered with a heartfelt smile.

Mike nodded und pulled her close. “Yeah, thank you. You’re the best.”

With a pleased look on his face, Robin sat down on the floor, right under the moon. “Me good boy.”

Chuckling a little wetly, Alison nodded. “Yes, you are.”

They bid him goodnight, and when Mike closed the door behind them Alison leaned up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and whispered, “Well done, you.”

“Well done both of us,” Mike smiled. “Though I’m low-key jealous you got to see baby foxes.”

Alison patted his arm. “I’m sure Robin won’t mind taking you to see them tomorrow. You’re probably his most favourite person in the world right now, so …”

The pleased smile on Mike’s face almost made her add, “Good boy.”

[larryrickard]

Relationship: Ian/Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015) Characters: Ian (Bill 2015), Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015), Anne Hathaway Shakespeare Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal Summary: It’s something Ian had been thinking about for awhile. He’d been coming up with ideas on when, where, and how to ask her. But in the end, it was a very normal moment on a very normal day.

[delioncourtes]

tagged by @eyeldritch - thank you, val! 💕

Rules : 🎶 when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

$20 - boygenius

oil - gorillaz feat. stevie nicks

if this was a movie - taylor swift

ocean blvd - lana del rey

hunger - fatm

no pressure tags @harrisonwells @blakbonnet @reputation @johnsimms @skulandcrossbones @kendallroycos and whoever sees this and wants to share :) 💖

[skylarmoon71]

Flash - Masterlist

Harry Wells (Pain)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 - Final

Harry Wells (Love)

Oneshot

Cisco Ramon - (Dreams)

Oneshot

Eobard Thawne - (Traveler)

Oneshot

Extra 

Extra 2

Timeless Harrison Wells 

Oneshot

Extra

Extra 2

Extra 3

Timeless Wells (Speedster)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26 - Final

Eobard Thawne (Time Master)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 A

Chapter 10 B

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17- Final

Extra

Harry Wells (Healing)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4- Final

Eobard Thawne - (Cupid)

Oneshot 

Extra 

Extra 2

Extra 3

Harry Wells (Smile)

Oneshot

Flash Imagine 

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Vampire)

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Angel)

Oneshot 

Extra

Eobard Thawne (AU) 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 -Final

Extra

Harry Wells (Witch)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 B- Final

Eobard Thawne (Choices)

Oneshot

Extra

Harry Wells (Boss)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Extra

Timeless Wells (Solider)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28 - Final

E2 Harrison Wells (Metal)

Oneshot

Extra

Reverse Flash- Oneshot (Barrier)

Eobard Thawne- Oneshot (Empath)

Eobard Thwane Oneshot -(Change)

Harrison Wells (College Years) 

Oneshot

Extra 1

Extra 2

E2 Harrison Wells (Meta Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14- Final

Savitar (Change)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 A

Chapter 4 B

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Savitar 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6- Final

Extra

Eobard Thawne (Speedster)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23 - Final

HR Wells

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19- Final

[atommadly]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Welcome to @atommadly, where we celebrate all things Harrison Wells! Before submitting your request, please read the following guidelines to ensure we’re on the same page:

✨ What I Write ✨

Reader Inserts only! (No OCs or canon pairings, please.)

Any of Harrison Wells’ characters from The Flash—from Earth-2 Harry to Nash Wells and beyond.

Smut (18+): Yes, I’m comfortable writing mature content, so feel free to get creative!

Fluff, angst, and everything in between.

MxM pairings are welcome if Harrison is involved.

🚫 What I Don’t Write 🚫

Non-con, rape, or anything related to sexual violence.

PWP (Porn Without Plot) — give me some context to work with!

Gore, heavy kinks, or extreme fetishes.

📬 Request Format 📬

When submitting a request, please include:

The specific version of Harrison Wells you want (e.g., Harry Wells, Nash Wells, etc.).

A clear idea or prompt—whether it’s a smut scene, a fluffy one-shot, or a drabble.

Specify if you want it to lean toward fluff, angst, or something spicy.

If you’re unsure whether your request fits, feel free to ask! I’m open to brainstorming.

Thanks for understanding, and I can’t wait to bring your ideas to life! 💛✨

[baynton]

nathew ✌🏻

getting a new deed poll asap

[arkhadiaravenblack]

Reverse Flash (Tom Cavanagh) de la série TV "The Flash" // Reverse Flash (TomCav) in the TV serie "The Flash" Mars 2022 // March 2022

[leftabit-leftabit]

tagged by these awesome peeps; @walkingcontradiction42  @audreythree @harrisonwells

Three ships: Obviously got to go with ma fav lil babies; DeCAPitation (Humph/Cap) Bbc Ghosts, Gentlebeard (Ed/Stede) OFMD, and Gabrian (Ian/Gabriel) Bill (2015).

Last song:  “Give and Take” - Poor Man’s Poison 

Last movie:  bill (2015)

Currently reading: A ten-tonne of Fanfics...👀👀👀 But physical book wise; “How to be a Tudor” By Ruth Goodman

Currently watching: Bbc Ghosts

Currently consuming: My meds. Which is also a reminder to take yours if you need them!!! 

Currently craving:  A good nights blooming sleep! 

Tagging - (No pressure. If you have already done this, I apologise) 

@historicalsnail @unusual-ly @thatgordongirl @spineless-lobster @thelastplantagenet @tonystarksfabulousass @ailendolin @sonnet-of-anarchyand anyone else who would like to do this 

[ailendolin]

I was tagged by @the-20th-century-girl to post my lockscreen, the last picture I took, and the last picture I downloaded. Thank you! 💙

I switched the last two so the post would look a little nicer (and yes, the felt figure shelf is getting a little crowded, I know 😂).

Tagging @magicaltear @harrisonwells @amalthea9 @professorlehnsherr-almashy but no pressure! 💙

[larryrickard]

Relationship: Nigel the Plague Victim/Thomas Thorne (Ghosts TV 2019)

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, mini existential crisis, Fluff, Happy Ending

Part 5 of By the Fire