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mosylufanfic · 3 years ago

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Color My World (just paint it with your love)

For the Killervibe Gift Swap, a gift for @ava-has-a-closet-murderboard. Eventually I hope to get everyone a gift but it’s going real slow, y’all!

You see in color when you meet your soulmate AU. (Also obviously Ronnie died the first time and didn't come back as Firestorm, sorry Ronnie.)

Title from the song Color My World by Petula Clark

Color My World (just paint it with your love)

When Ronnie died, the world went grey in an instant.

Even as Caitlin screamed his name, she knew it was hopeless. Just the same as the world had exploded with color between one blink and the next the moment she'd met him, it reversed the moment his heart stopped beating.

For years, Caitlin assumed that Cisco saw the world in the same shades of grey as she did. She knew he was friendly and flirty and went on dates, and well - he was Cisco, after all. So she always expected to see him come rushing into the cortex one day, looking around at everything and seeing the colors after having met the person he was supposed to spend his life with.

So when she walked into his lab one day to find him comparing two apparently identical swatches, it was a surprise - but it wasn't.

"Cisco!" she cried, and he whirled to face her, stuffing both swatches behind his back. "Are you seeing in color?"

"Um, I - what? No. I was - comparing - um." He sagged. "Yes."

"You met your soulmate! Who is it? When can I meet them? What's their name?" She realized he wasn't looking as excited as people usually did in that first flush of color and love. "What's wrong?"

"I haven't met anyone new."

"Well, of course you have, you're seeing in color -"

"I met them years ago."

"Years? You've been seeing color all this time? You never said anything."

He nodded. "Sorry. Yeah."

"But when? And why didn't you - why aren't you - what happened?" Dramatic, overblown scenarios raced through her head, taken from cheesy cable movies with titles like "Soulmate to a Serial Killer.”

"Nothing happened, exactly. It's - " He looked away. "They're my soulmate, but I'm not theirs."

She goggled at him. You heard about those things, of course. Small percentages. Sad stories whispered behind hands. But knowing Cisco was one of them - "How do you know?"

"They'd already met their real soulmate when I met them."

She shook her head, attempting to wrap her head around it. "Are you sure? Have you told them? Have you talked about it at all?"

"Yes, I'm a hundred percent sure."

How could the universe be this cruel? Warm, laughing, loving Cisco, to be matched with someone who wasn't matched to him. To watch from the sidelines as they built a life with someone else.

It was almost as horribly unfair as losing your soulmate. No - no. More unfair. She'd at least had a life with Ronnie, no matter how short it had been. Cisco never had that with his soulmate, and never would.

"Why didn't you ever say anything? I always thought - "

"Because I didn't want you looking at me exactly the way you're looking at me right this very moment. Like I just told you my puppy has cancer."

She tried to rearrange her face. "I'm just -"

"Caitlin, it's fine. It happens." He shook his head a little. "I'm sorry I kept it from you."

"Who else knows?"

"Barry. And probably Iris."

"Has he met them?" A flush of - jealousy? she didn't know what to call it - washed up her throat.

"No, he doesn't even know who they are. Just that they exist." He shrugged and tossed the swatches on to the table. "Couldn't exactly keep it from him when we were designing suits together."

She said very quietly, "Did Ronnie know?"

He shook his head hard. "No, he didn't. No. Not even a suspicion. Look, I don't talk about it because there's nothing I can do about it, and there's nothing you can do about it, either. A soulmate is a soulmate, right? Even when they're not."

She reached to put her arm around his shoulder. "Cisco - "

Gently but firmly, he shrugged her hand away. "I've come to terms with it. It's just the way things are."

She swallowed hurt. "But you've been dating. Haven't you?" He had an app on his phone, and sometimes he would take it out and swipe through photos. She'd thought it was a regular app that just set you up on dates with other people who hadn't met their soulmate yet.

"It's a different kind of app. We all know the score. Nobody's on there to meet their soulmate. Just to find a good time."

"Is it just people who are - " She floundered. There was a term for people like Cisco, but to her mind, it was nasty and rude.

He said it anyway. "Third wheels?"

She made a face. It sounded even worse now that she knew it applied to him.

"Most of us, yeah. But there's a pretty good number of people who - uh - " He looked at her sidelong. "Who lost theirs."

"Oh." She couldn't imagine seeking anyone out after Ronnie. "Really?"

"Yup. I mean, they're not dead just because - well, anyway, if you ever wanna - you know. See the app. You can."

"Thank you,” she said. “But don't try to distract me. How long has it been?"

"A few years," he said. "Look, it's just a thing about me. Like having brown eyes and vibes and a rockin' fashion sense. Can you do me a solid, as a friend?"

"Anything. Of course."

"Let's never talk about this again."

Painted into a corner, she bit her lip. "Okay. If that's what you want."

"It's what I want."

Of course, she hadn't gotten the chance to ask the question that burned the most. Who was it? Who could possibly overlook Cisco?

But she'd promised.

She thought about it, though. She thought about it a lot, in her cold bed, in her grey house with all the colors she couldn't see anymore. At her kitchen table, set for one. When she opened up her phone and looked at the last picture Ronnie had sent her, a selfie with a particularly gigantic donut.

In black and white, of course. Like everything else, all the pictures of him had drained of color when he died. It made everything sting worse. She'd seen his face in color from the beginning, but now she couldn't remember the exact shade of his eyes or the different tones of his hair.

She didn't ask Cisco anything more, but she did go down a rabbit hole of research. One-sided soulmate was the technical term they used in social science surveys. OSS for short. She looked at reams and reams of statistics, quantitative and qualitative and longitudinal studies. Some of the OSS's said they were happy, some were depressed, some simply accepted it. Surprisingly, the stats on their overall mental well-being weren't all that different from people who were with their soulmates, or still waiting to find them.

Some one-sided soulmates spent their lives alone. But others dated and slept with and sometimes even married others like them.

She gave into curiosity and read the research on people who'd lost soulmates. She found the stats there very much the same. A little more depression, maybe, but there were a surprising amount of people who did just as the one-sided soulmates did - dating, sleeping with, marrying people they met.

Sometimes those people even found a second soulmate.

When that particular revelation popped up on her screen, she dropped a full cup of coffee and completely ruined her keyboard.

The day everything changed was just a regular day at first. The Flash and Vibe were out investigating a sketchy warehouse, and Caitlin was trying not to fret while reading yet another study on people who fell outside the soulmate norm.

"Cisco!" she cried as Barry whooshed them into the cortex, almost doubled over trying to support his weight. "What happened?"

"Got my bell rung," he slurred. "Ow, dude, ow, gentle - "

"The guy knocked him into a concrete pillar," Barry reported, settling Cisco onto the edge of the bed.

"No, don’t lay him down. 'll take care of him. You go get changed." As he whooshed out, she gloved up quickly and checked Cisco's pupils. They were the same size, and he denied any nausea or dizziness, but she’d still have to monitor him for signs of a concussion. She set her penlight down and gasped.

"What?"

“You’re bleeding.”

He wiped his face and blood smeared across the back of his hand. “Just a bloody nose. I’ll be fine in a minute.”

She tsked and pressed a square of gauze to his nose, gently feeling its shape. It wasn’t broken. “Are your teeth okay? Your tongue?”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t lean back! Just breathe through your mouth.” After holding it a few minutes, she checked, and indeed, the blood had stopped its flow. She let him straighten up. "How's your head?"

"Could use an aspirin."

"You got it." She turned away, but before she pulled her gloves off, she looked at the blood smeared over the fingertips and soaking into the gauze.

Against the light grey of her gloves and the white of the gauze, Cisco's blood showed scarlet.

At first, she thought she’d been mistaken. It had just been the blood, not anything else.

But then the sprinkles on the ice cream he brought her the next day showed up vividly blue and pink and orange against the rich brown of the treat. And the chips and guac she shared with him the day after that were pale yellow and brilliant green.

Color seeped back into her world a little at a time, mostly following Cisco. It was so different than before, but so wonderful at the same time. She'd forgotten how vivid red could be, how lavender was so delicate, how green was so rich. Sometimes she would just sit and stare at whatever had lit up today.

He noticed, of course. "What's wrong?" he asked one day, as the sunlight filtering through the skylights in the cortex picked out rich highlights in his hair.

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"You were staring."

"There was a - a bug on you. But it flew away," she added hastily as he swiped at his hair.

It wasn’t like it had been with Ronnie. Then, it had been instantaneous, like a finger snap. Not this slow bloom of color, spreading outward from Cisco like watercolors soaking into paper, until every corner of the world had a different hue and shade. But Cisco wasn’t Ronnie, and she didn’t want him to be.

She worried about it sometimes. Did this mean Ronnie hadn't been her soulmate? That she didn't love him anymore? But she knew he had, and she knew she did. She would never stop.

It was just that she was one of the lucky very few who got a second soulmate.

And then the thought followed: what if Cisco's mystery soulmate was her?

She turned it over in her head, as carefully as an antique china plate. The facts fit. She had been with Ronnie when she and Cisco had met. She even remembered them telling him about their first meeting, over dinner or something. She struggled to remember his reaction, what he'd said or looked like, but couldn't.

And when Ronnie had died and the color had drained from the world, she'd told him that too.

She pressed her fingers to her eyes, watching the newly colorful starbursts behind her lids. "Oh, Cisco," she murmured to his past self. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I never saw. I know you couldn't tell me, but I wish I'd realized you were hurting."

Watching her with Ronnie must have been torture for him. Watching her after Ronnie died - that must have been torture in a different way, her loss of color confirming every day that he wasn't her soulmate.

But it was going to be different now. If they were soulmates, he deserved to know.

And if they weren't -

Her stomach pitched uneasily at the thought.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she made her way down to his lab. She'd kept this secret for a month now, clasped to her chest. And he'd kept it for years. This was going to change everything,

For the better?

She hoped.

He was head and shoulders into the souped-up treadmill Barry used to test his speed, a tool box open next to him. "Hey," he called out as she came in. She never could surprise him. Was that a soulmate thing, a Vibe thing, or just a Cisco thing?

"Hi," she said brightly, almost shrilly. She swallowed hard and perched herself on the edge of his table, wiping her sweaty palms on her favorite skirt. "What are you working on?"

"Oh, just tuning this old girl up. How about you? What brings you down here?"

"Do I have to have a reason to come down here?"

He peered at her over his shoulder. "No, but you sure look like you do."

She wiped her palms again. "I was just thinking."

"Uhoh," he said cheerfully, turning back to the treadmill.

"About your soulmate."

Although he didn't say anything, all the cheer sucked itself out of the room.

"About, um, when you met them, and how long it's been, and -"

"Caitlin," he said in a heavy voice. "You said you wouldn't talk about this anymore."

"I know, I did, but I'm just curious - "

"You promised," he said. "You made me a promise."

"I - I did - "

He straightened up again, crossing his arms, resting the greasy wrench against his shoulder. His brows loomed heavy and serious. "So why the hell are you breaking it now?"

Okay, this wasn't broaching the subject like she'd thought it would. "You should put that wrench down," she said. "You're getting grease all over that shirt."

"Subject changed appreciated, but why - "

“And I like that shirt," she said. "I like that color on you. “It’s very flattering.”

He dropped the wrench on his foot.

When the clanging and the yelping and the jumping up and down and the checking that his foot wasn't broken had all died down, he wiped his greasy fingers on a rag, getting the fingers greasier. "So," he said levelly, "you met someone. That's great. That- that's awesome. What's their name?"

Oh. She hadn't expected this.

"Cisco," she said. "It's you."

He looked up, pain filling his eyes, and probably not from his foot. "No, it's not."

"It is," she insisted. Oh, wow, she hadn't expected him to be this stubborn about it.

"No," he said. "No. You met someone and you didn't realize, that's all. I don't know why you think it's me, because we've known each other for years, and it's never been me before." His voice cracked.

She reached out to take his hands. "But it is. I've been seeing in color for a month now. Just a little at first. But now it's everywhere. And it started with you. Cisco, it's you."

He shook his head slowly. "How?"

She shrugged. “I’ve been researching. Did you know it's a whole field in social science? The study of soulmates. Amatology. It's so much more complicated then everybody thinks, Cisco. We always hear how you know in the first moment, and it's just that one person, forever, and - and that's not accurate! You can have more than one. And you know somebody for years before they become your soulmate. And that's what happened to me. With you," she added firmly.

He was pressing his lips together. "It was - " he said, then stopped. Swallowed. Took a breath. "It was the first moment with me. The first color I saw was the gold of your engagement ring."

"Oh," she breathed.

He swallowed again. There were tears in his eyes. "I've loved you for years, Caitlin, so I need you to tell me right now. Swear to me you're sure, and you're not screwing with me, and you - " His voice sank to a whisper. "And you absolutely know I'm your soulmate."

"I'm sure," she said. "I'm not screwing with you. I absolutely know that you're my soulmate, Cisco Ramon. And you know why? Because I don’t want it to be anybody but you."

He kissed her, hard, pulling her close. She had half a thought for her meticulously selected outfit, then mentally consigned it to the rag bin and kissed her soulmate back.

When they had to come up for air, he rested his forehead against hers. "I never wanted it to be anybody but you, either," he breathed.

"Even when - Ronnie?"

He nodded. "Because he made you happy. I wanted that more than anything else."

She traced the lines of his face, the arch of his brows, the curve of his lips. Dear and familiar and beautiful. "You're going to make me happy too."

FINIS

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swallowthewhale · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow Characters: Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Fake/Pretend Relationship Series: Part 36 of Killervibe Week Summary:

Ms. Caitlin Snow is desperate to escape her mother’s house but has no marriage prospects. Duke Francisco Ramon is the ton’s new wealthy bachelor who has no desire to marry but hates being chased by eligible ladies and their conniving mothers. What better solution than to pretend to be courting?

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A gift for @mosylufanfic

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firesoulstuff · 3 years ago

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Cards on the Table

For killervibemonth!

A different, more Cisco/Caitlin, ending to "Cause and XS". Caitlin is about to head home for the night when Cisco returns from his date with Kamilla, and it went fine, but he's decided he wants more than "fine" from his life.

Or rather, he's decided he won't be able to live with himself if he doesn't at least try.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33010216

Caitlin is just packing up for the night when Cisco comes slumping into the Cortex.

“Hey.” She says, a little confused, as she wasn’t expecting to see him back here tonight. “How’d the date go?”

He glances at her from the side of his eyes, but he doesn’t answer her right away. Instead he takes his time, makes his way around the main computer desk and snags a chair to wheel behind him on his way. She watches him curiously the whole time, while he brings the chair around and sinks down into it. Is he messing with her? Acting like the date went horribly when in actuality it went great?

He sighs, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands folded in front of his mouth.

“The date went fine.” He says, but he doesn’t sound all that happy about it. “I was myself, and she was understanding about the fact that I was late. And we talked and she’s really, really cool.”

He nods along with his own words, his face still grave and he almost looks like he might cry. Truly, Caitlin isn’t sure where this is going.

“Ok…” She drawls, “Is that a good thing?”

He sighs, scrubs a hand over his face, and in this whole time he still hasn’t looked at her properly.

“I like her.” He mutters like he’s confessing a sin, and then he shakes himself. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I screwed it up.”

Oh.

“What happened?” She asks, leaning her back against the desk and folding her arms.

He sighs, and finally looks her in the eye.

“I told her I wasn’t ready.” He says, “That I thought I was, but I need more time to move on from my last relationship.”

Ah.

Caitlin nods, understanding, and she’s trying to decide what the best approach to this might be-

“I lied.”

Oh?

“What do you mean you lied?” She asks, brow furrowed.

He doesn’t answer her right away. He holds her gaze, and he very much looks like he wants to cry now. He looks pale, and his folded hands have dropped into the space between his legs where his fingers are dancing around one another, like he can’t find the right way to slot them together.

“I…” He has to clear his throat, and Caitlin can’t help how her whole body seems to stiffen, her heart stopping in her chest. He’s starting to scare her.

“I’m ready to settle down.” He says, “Not tomorrow, obviously, but I’m done with dates that don’t go anywhere. I’m ready for the next girl I go out with to be the one I spend my life with. And when I was on that date tonight I think I could’ve found that! I can see it, without vibing. I could go on and live a perfectly contented life with Kamilla.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Again, he doesn’t answer her right away. He just looks at her through those eyes that are now brimming with tears.

“The problem is I don’t want to live a perfectly contented life.” He says, and then he finally stands up, like he’s forcing himself to make a decision. “I want to be happy, or at the very least I want to be content knowing I tried to be happy and it didn’t work out.”

A tear slips out of his eyes this time, and Caitlin wants nothing more than to hug him. She wants to know what he’s talking about, why he is evidently so unhappy. The few seconds it takes for him to shudder and open his mouth again feel like an eternity.

“I love you Caitlin.”

Her brain feels like it’s buffering. This isn’t happening. He can’t… Is he really saying this? He’s looking at her, wiping his eyes, like this is killing him to do and that is the only thing keeping her from truly believing this is a dream or some other sort of illusion.

“I have been in love with you for a long time, and I know… I know you don’t feel that way about me. But I just had to say it. I had to tell you, before I go and resign myself to being just content for the rest of my life.”

She’s still processing. She’s trying to think of what she can say to that, when he smiles despite himself.

“Well, heh, glad I got that off my chest.” He takes a step back, “Um… You can just ignore that, I’m good being friends, really. Um… night.”

He turns then, starts to leave, and finally she finds her voice.

“I’m not.”

He stops, and turns around, the smile wiped from his face; like he’s afraid he hasn’t heard her right.

“What?”

She feels like she’s gaping. She’s trying to find the words, any words. It shouldn’t be this hard. She’s already taken the leap, and it’s Cisco, and he’s already told her he feels the same way. She has very little to lose here.

Actually, that isn’t true. She has everything to lose if she doesn’t get this right.

“I’m not good with just being friends.” She finally manages, taking a step closer to him. “I… I don’t know when it happened exactly, but after you and Gypsy broke up I really, really wanted to say something. But I didn’t think… it didn’t seem like a good time.”

It never seemed like a good time. Ever. Every time she thinks about telling him she ends up telling herself how wrong it could go. If he didn’t feel the same way she could never handle the fallout. Losing him as her friend.

The urge to cry gets worse just thinking about it.

He takes a step closer to her, very cautiously, like he’s afraid this moment might end or she might backpedal on what she’s saying. She won’t, she wouldn’t even if she could find more words to say. She’s holding her breath now, watching him watch her.

“You’re sure?” He asks, with another step closer and she nods. “Really?” He asks, and this time she finds it in her to step closer.

They’re barely an inch apart now, and his fingers ghost so lightly over her hips it’s only by the charge of static that she feels them. She brings her hands up on impulse, resting on his shoulders, and she wonders if her eyes are as glassy as his.

“You’re sure?” He asks yet again, now starting to smile again. “Because if you’re not, what I am about to do is going to be very, very stupid.”

She laughs, and brings one hand up to cradle his cheek.

She meant what she said; she isn’t sure when exactly she fell for him. She came to her senses about it last year and the realization had been like being hit over the head with a science textbook; abrupt and very apparent. She wonders how on Earth it took her so long.

“I’m sure.” She promises him, and then she’s up on her toes, her lips aiming for his cheek, because she’s fairly certain this stupid thing he is about to do is kiss her, but he might need more than verbal confirmation that she wants it.

Message received.

He tilts his head, captures her lips in their path, and this is undeniably the best kiss she’s had in a long time.

She had been afraid kissing him – if she ever mustered up the courage – would feel wrong. It would feel like she was overstepping, like she was ruining something. Instead it feels all kinds of right. His lips feel soft, and warm, just like his body when he holds her. It feels like they were made for each other, like they should have been doing this all along.

#killervibe month #killervibe #fix it fic #cisco/caitlin #caitlin snow #cisco ramone #week 1

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mosylufanfic · 3 years ago

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The Hotel Room

For the Killervibe Gift Swap, for @firesoulstuff. Behold, a fluff!

The Hotel Room

Caitlin had to pause in the hallway to gather her suitcases together, so Cisco saw the hotel room first. "Ah, Caitlin," he called over his shoulder. "I don't know how to break it to you, but - "

"What," she said warily.

"This room only has one bed."

She came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. It was an enormous bed. A lake of a bed. A national park of a bed. It looked glorious. "Honey," she said, kissing his cheek, "we're married."

"Oh yeah! In that case, we're fine."

She snorted and nudged him out of her way as he giggled. She heaved her suitcase onto the end of the bed, unzipping it.

He flopped sideways onto the bed, groaning in pleasure. It had been a long flight. "What're you doing?"

"Unpacking, what else?"

"We literally just got here."

"And everything is going to get wrinkled if I don't hang it up and put it away." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You should do the same."

He waved a hand. "Later. In the meantime, you're missing out on this bed." He swept his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel. Even with her suitcase taking up part of the real estate, the bed was big enough for him to do that. "You see this? You see this luxury? This squishy down comforter? Mmmmmm."

"I should have packed my blacklight," she murmured. "Hotels often don't wash their blankets."

"I'm pretending I didn't hear that," he said. "C'mon. C'mere." He rolled on his side and gave her puppy eyes. "I miss my wife."

"I'm three feet away," she pointed out, but put one last pair of linen shorts into the drawer and crawled up next to him on the bed.

It was incredibly comfortable.

She let out a sigh and snuggled into his side. "This is nice," she mumbled as his arm looped over her shoulders and pulled her close.

"Best honeymoon I've ever had already."

They'd gotten married quietly nine months before, and put off their honeymoon until now. Caitlin didn't regret that - they'd had some good reasons. But it was wonderful to be here now, snuggling with Cisco, in the sun-washed room and the cloud-soft bed.

"When was the last time we had all this peace and quiet?"

"Too long," he said. "Waaaay too long."

"Mmmm." She should take this time to relax. Maybe even nap. How long since she'd just had a good long nap?

"You're thinking about your suitcase," he murmured into her hair.

"Just a little bit."

He sighed and shifted his arm. "Okay, go."

She gave him a quick kiss and scrambled off the bed to finish unpacking. He stretched out again, dozing, as she hung up dresses and folded shirts into the drawer set, leaving room for his clothes.

Speaking of that . . .

"I see you looking at my suitcase," he mumbled.

"Your eyes are closed."

"I see it anyway. I'll unpack later."

"But -"

"And if anything is wrinkled, I'll iron it myself with my two mighty hands."

She huffed to herself, but they'd worked out the whole laundry thing when they'd first moved in together, and she really just wanted to distract herself. She drifted toward the window to study the sunny beach below.

"That was a deep sigh," Cisco said. He'd opened his eyes and was looking at something on his phone. "Is my suitcase that obnoxious?"

"No," she said. "I have to confess something, but you'll laugh at me."

"No, I won't," he said.

She gave him a skeptical look.

"I promise," he said, crossing his heart. "What is it?"

"I miss the baby," she whispered.

He shut his eyes tight. "Oh my god, me too."

"Really? Are you just saying that?"

He flipped his phone around and showed her what he'd been looking at - a picture of their daughter, all big brown eyes and chubby cheeks.

Caitlin's heart went to mush in her chest, the same as it did every time she saw that little face. They'd left her at Cisco's parents' house just that morning, but knowing they wouldn't see her in person again for a week felt interminable.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "We can Facetime right now."

So tempting. But - "She's down for her nap, isn't she?"

He checked his screen. "It's two o'clock over there, and Little Miss Her Mother's Daughter is probably waking up right on schedule."

She hesitated, but it was true. You could practically set your watch by their daughter's wake-ups. "Okay, do it."

He called his parents, who picked up on the first ring. They chatted politely about the flight and the hotel before his mother finally said, "Ohhhh, I hear somebody awake, you want to see?"

"Yes, please!" Caitlin said, and in another moment, the screen moved into another room and showed them their daughter.

Though she'd been born bald, at six months old, Rebecca Ramon had a head full of thick brown hair, currently rumpled and disorderly from her nap. She was rubbing her eyes as if she'd just woken up.

"Wakey wakey," Caitlin cooed, like she did every time she went to get her daughter up from her nap.

At the sound of her mother's voice, the baby focused on the screen, let out an ear splitting squeal and reached out, squeezing the air with her little fists.

"Who's that?" Cisco said. "Is that my baby? Are you my baby? Yes, you are!"

"Are you being good for Abuela?" Caitlin said. "We miss you!"

She burbled and kicked her legs with joy.

They cooed and babbled nonsense at her until she got distracted by something. A sunbeam? A fly buzzing around her room? A mirror on the far wall? Who knew, but they were both well-versed in their daughter's microscopic attention span.

"She's going to want a snack soon, Mama," Cisco said.

"Pssssh, I'm on it, mijo. You act like I didn't raise you." His mother propped the phone on the bedside table and scooped Rebecca up from her crib. "Ven a comer, mija," she said, lavishing kisses that made the baby wiggle and giggle. "Quieres banana?" She picked up Rebecca's hand and waved it at the screen. "Say bye bye, mija! Say bye bye!"

"Goodbye, we love you, be good!"

His dad picked up the phone then, but just to say goodbye, because the game was about to be on. They said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Caitlin let out a sigh.

"Yeah," Cisco said. "I feel better too."

"I actually feel a little guilty about leaving her for a week," Caitlin admitted.

"Yeah, we're the worst parents ever, leaving her to get spoiled rotten by her nana and tata for seven whole days," he said, looping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

She elbowed him. "I just - we've never left her this long before."

"I know, I know. But she'll be fine, and they'll be fine. And we'll be extremely fine after a week of sun and sand and relaxing, right?"

That was a good point. She relaxed into him. "We will."

They sat like that for a few minutes, then he let out a sigh. "Guess I'd better get unpacked though." He let go of her and started to get up.

She grabbed his shirt to stop him. "I think that can wait."

He eyed her. "Really? Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

She cocked her head, smiling up at him. "It's just I thought of something else we haven't done in awhile."

The smile started at the edges of his mouth and spread over his face. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

She tugged at his shirt, and he obediently dropped back onto the bed. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "Guess."

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #killervibemonth #killervibemonth21 #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fanfiction #FLUFFFFFF #domestic fluff #the flash

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