#nash wells x killer frost

[stewolf7]

4A Frost and Nash actually sounds even better 😍

I hope you'll like it!

[snowells1234]

Snowellsweek2020 Day 7: Free Day

[ageless-aislynn]

Just a head’s up for my Snowells Week peeps but, for some reason, the Snowellsweek2022 tag isn’t showing up consistently for me. 😬 (Sometimes the only entries I see are from last year, despite the fact I’m looking for 2022. Then my fic finally popped in. Then it was GONE again. UGH.)

Anyway, if you DO post something and @snowellsweek​ doesn’t reblog it, please let either me or @missbenbarnes​ know because that means we didn’t see it and we definitely don’t want to miss anything! Thanks! 💖

[austarus]

Nash Wells x Reader - Prodigal Son (2/4)

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Word Count: 6271

MASTERLIST

Part 1    Part 3    Part 4

Opening your eyes with a start, you found yourself back on the Waverider – your heart beated loudly in your chest as the rush of the event filtered in your mind. Nash, the desolate landscape, and The Anti-monitor. I’m here. I’m not cold. And…. However, this time you realized you were nowhere near the main operations room. Your eyes roamed around in your limited range to find yourself alone in the med bay as your mind registered all the pressure your body had gone through with traveling to The Anti-Monitor’s realm. Licking your lips, you noted that your mouth was as dry as a desert… and no sounds came out. Just a muffled groan and strangled noises. It pained you to even make such sounds. God, well I guess if Barry and the rest of the Paragons manage to unearth some mystic power to save us all I can start learning sign language while the others figure out a way to fix me. Actually, learning sign language would be pretty cool. I should get Cisco in on this, we could piss off Nash together with our signing. Clenching and unclenching your hands, you slowly brought back some feeling to your sore limbs. Was it foolish to say what I said? Hell yes. Do I regret it? No. Not at all. I’d do anything for him. Your shoulders sagged as you relaxed your body, and you felt the ache around your neck. Mm, that’s going to be sore for a couple of days. You heard a noise, air rustled followed by footsteps, but you were in no shape to really move your head around. Closing your eyes briefly, you took in a slow breath then reopened them. You felt so tired, so sleepy – a yawn broke past your lips.

“You’re awake,” Iris popped into view with Caitlin at her side. They huddled over you, relieved looks on their faces. You blearily blinked at them, gesturing for the noise level to be at a low. The throbbing in your head was too much. Caitlin lowered the lights for you, reading your subtle signs of discomfort that as a medical professional she’s trained to observe and pick up. “We were so worried about you, one moment you were with us and the next you were gone and then after that, like a few seconds later, Nash was holding you and rushing you to us.” Iris did her little ramble while giving you a sympathetic look. You did all but nod, noticing the green cape over you. He hadn’t taken it from you. Opening your mouth, you tried once more to say something but only gasps came out with an agitated noise. So, to them it was a few seconds, but for Nash and I it felt so much longer. That’s good to know; I can let them know that time works differently there.

“Don’t try to speak,” you turned to Caitlin who held her tablet close, no doubt with some medical schematic on it. She glanced at the girls then back to you. Iris held your hand tightly, looking intently at you. “Nash refused to tell us what happened other than the Anti-Monitor had hurt you.” Your mind was on high alert at the mention of Nash; you bolted up trying to move, but the girls held you down.

“You’re in no position to move at all, you’re still recovering,” Iris scolded you, pushing you to the bed by your shoulders. The journalist had always suspected your feelings for the multiverse explorer and she wasn’t surprised that this chain of events wouldn’t change how you’d feel for him. After all, the heart wants what it wants. You let out a sigh of frustration but ceased your fussing, reclining back on the bed. Iris nodded at Caitlin to continue. Your eyes went between both women as your eyebrows furrowed.

“I ran some tests, and it seems like The Anti-monitor severed your vocal cords, no matter what medication I synthesized with Barry’s blood the anti-matter in your system just ate right through it.” Caitlin tapped on the screen to show you the multiple scans she took before the remedial concoction and after. There was little to no change. “Isolating your cells that have spontaneous regenerative capabilities with Barry’s cells only turns the cells against each other.” You gritted your teeth and gestured wildly for paper and a writing utensil. It took Caitlin a second before she’s scrambling around the room to get you what you needed.

You vigorously wrote on the paper, “Can’t The Monitor do something about this? I mean he gave Cisco his powers for this Crisis- Can’t he remove the anti-matter and mend my vocal cords?” and “Is Nash okay? Where is he?”

You got a mix of answers from the two ladies to which you had to stop them with a look and holding their hands to go one at a time. Caitlin gave you a look of sympathy as if she’s still trying to piece things together from what she’s been gathering. Nothing really was making sense anymore with this Crisis. “The Monitor isn’t… um, he can’t.” You sent her a look to clarify. “With each earth destroyed by the anti-matter, The Anti-Monitor proportionally gets stronger which in an inverse way has The Monitor weakened… I don’t think he has the power to help you.” Caitlin and Iris felt your grip slack as you moved your gaze to your lap. A sigh leaves your lips as a ringing noise is heard in your ears. I was hoping that there would be some solution. Unfortunately, none of the teams has someone with regenerative powers. Oh wait, I do, but it doesn’t work on myself. Not that way I’d wish for it to work… You should have kept your mouth shut at that instance, but that wasn’t your style. Not when it comes to your friends and the man that you’ve found yourself to be utterly heart-stricken for.

“Nash pops in and out. He’s usually just off to the side while the others try to figure something out.” Iris licked her lips as she finished her statement. You avoided their eyes; your voice was a lost cause. “So far all the Paragons are present.” At least for the very moment, your voice is something that should be pushed to the back of everyone’s mind until Crisis was averted. Before anyone else could say anything more, the ship shook with great force – throwing Caitlin off balance and leaving Iris to cling to your bed. Gideon made no mention of what was going on other than the antimatter levels were increasing and rapidly approaching the ship. The girls looked desperately at one another before helping you off the bed and to the main operations room. After a few moments, you pushed off of Iris, meanwhile signaling to her that you were able to fully walk.

The Anti-monitor hadn’t damaged my legs, after all.

The four of you rushed into the main operations room, Frost had already come out with sheer coldness swirling in the palms of her hand. Iris had run to Barry whereas your eyes landed onto Nash as the remaining heroes rounded on the possessed Harbinger. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment before you stepped forward. If this is to all end, then I want it to end by his side. His distraught eyes met yours, widening when you strode ever closer to him. Pariah let out a curse for your tenacity as The Anti-monitor spoke through Laila’s doppelganger. Glancing down at you, you all but sent Nash a firm grin as if to say that there was still a chance. That fire, ever present and ever burning, within your eyes; a flame flickering so bright that it could wash him of all his sins. Combustible energy that could swallow him whole if he allowed himself to let you have him. The Wells doppelganger wanted to snort cynically because there was a snowball’s chance in hell that you all would actually end up making it out of here. Pariah couldn’t deny the guilt he felt as he saw you struggling to try to stay quiet – your forced silence was his fault… Pariah only nodded down at you because no matter how much he protested you seem to still find your way to be right there beside him; a feat that he is not worthy of having. Harbinger made no effort to acknowledge your path towards the man he’s damned to see the end of worlds, rather a little smirk crossed Harbinger’s face as you stood defiantly beside Pariah.

Realization flicked in Nash’s baby blue eyes as his eyes shifted to everyone present around him. “I know what I must do,” Pariah whispered, a holy-yellow light radiated from both his hands causing you to snap your gaze at him. You watched the energy exude from him in awe. All you saw was him in the moment; the yellow light illuminated his features as he proceeded with his last resort. The Wells doppelganger lunged forward, pushing all his power into wisps that are designated to target specific people.

“What's happening?” One of the paragons had disappeared – the Paragon of Humanity.

“Iris-” Panic set in Barry’s eyes as he looked at his love for the last time.

“Where did you send them?” The possessed Harbinger demanded, taking a menacing step towards the small group.

“Somewhere you can't touch 'em,” Nash finally responded with a clenched jaw as the remaining heroes gathered, he took a step-in front of you with an arm slightly extended. Shielding you from the wrath yet to come from The Anti-monitor. Pariah narrowed his eyes at Harbinger with an absolute resolve that had The Anti-monitor laughing for a moment. The Harbinger’s controlled body motioned for the Anti-matter to sift through the ship, annihilating each hero one by one. With fear in your eyes, you swallowed thickly as your body moved on impulse. Turning to Nash you looked at him with that same fire as your hands grabbed onto his face tightly, smashing your lips to his with eyes screwed shut. Pariah froze against you but instantly shut his eyes, allowing himself this moment with his hands grabbing onto your forearms right as the anti-matter encased you both.

If I’m to die, I want to die like this.

***

Walking into the Labs with a smoothie in hand, you sipped on the straw in delight before You had taken a walk to clear your head from… well, the events of Crisis that J’onn had been restored in your mind as well as the memories that Crisis had wiped in this new timeline. Does he remember? Your lips tingled at what you have left of the memory, but your mind was quick to recall your last appointment with Caitlin.

“So, from what I’m seeing currently, you still have vocal cord paralysis – which is when the nerve impulses to your voice box (larynx) are disrupted.” Caitlin touched the screen, sliding the diagram to zoom in on your throat area. Your eyes furrowed at the red highlighted areas as the scan zeroed into the anatomy of your pharynx. “Normally it could go away on its own or through means of surgery, but… The key component that’s inhibiting your nerves is the anti-matter, which seem to further sever the nerves the more you try to use your throat.” She compared scans from when you first woke up in crisis to today.” You looked away sheepishly at her narrowed look, the medical professional had warned you from the start that you shouldn’t use your voice.

 ‘So how are we going to remove the antimatter’ You typed out on your phone, showing the screen to her.

“What I can try to do is isolate the cells in your body that contain your healing capabilities to infuse it with Barry’s blood cells.”

The biomedical engineer waited patiently as you typed. She did what she could in order to make things easier for you. Frost even pitched in on learning sign language with you. It would take time like any other language, but at least it was a temporary solution in comparison to Cisco’s idea of having a Siri-like voice articulate whatever you type. You were mainly against it because then no one would understand your moments of sarcasm. ‘But you said back on the Waverider that Barry’s blood cells weren’t progressing anything, that the antimatter just ate away at the cells.’

Caitlin nodded at you, “You’re right, however, your blood should negate the antimatter’s affect at eating Barry’s regenerative cells.”

‘And what about the equivalent exchange feature that comes with my healing?’

“That is a factor I’m still working on with Felicity and Alex, but we should be able to crack it soon. It’s the only thing we need to work out.”

‘One step forward, still ten steps behind.’ You let out an irritated huff, your shoulders sagging. A tiny ball of regret formed in the pit of your gut.

“I’m sorry.”

‘It’s not your fault. I’m going to go; I don’t feel too well. Must be a migraine.’ You hopped off the table and dragged your feet out of the Cortex before she could say anything. After all, you couldn’t breach home conveniently anymore. You didn’t want to see anyone today. The one person you actually did want to see avoided you like the plague. Nothing was going right in your life. It didn’t help with your mother flaunting your sister’s latest successes in life on social media with her super rich boyfriend. Gritting your teeth, you headed home as the sun started its path to descending from the sky. Your sister was always the lucky one – no doubt it seemed that in this new timeline from Crisis she had only gotten everything that you had ever wanted. Someone that loved you, that reciprocated your feelings. Instead, you were caged by your feelings for a man you ignored your existence no matter how much you craved to be by his side. 

No one wanted you, especially not like this - your mother lashed out at you for getting entangled with the Flash, saying that it was your fault that you lost your voice. She wasn’t wrong. There were days were… getting out of bed was a chore, just waking up knowing nothing would change; not in a long run. Days where you’d throw your pillows at the wall or punching them or kicking the air while strangled screams filled the room in fiery anger at the Crisis, at Nash, at the world, but most importantly at yourself. You’d cough up blood every time after each fit. Your stupid heart was the one at fault for going with such impulses. If only you had stayed put, if only you had kept your mouth shut.

It took some time to accept all that had happened. Back on the Waverider you were in too much shock to really process the heavy burden of your actions, fueled by the adrenaline kicking in your bloodstream. But now, Crisis was over - the heroes triumphed, but you all lost something. Upon entering the Cortex your thoughts halted for a moment as you furrowed your eyebrows at a clearly upset Cisco as you sipped your fruity drink. Your body was more alert at the change in the air. Frost was reclined in her chair, legs propped up on the desk while schematics were drawn on the clear-glass board. It was nice to see Caitlin and Frost working together more interchangeably – you won’t lie that it was fun having them both around. Frost was dirty and it was hilarious.

“What’s wrong?” You set down your smoothie and signed to Cisco while mouthing your words. Before the mechanical engineer could say anything the sounds of knocking drew your attention as well as Frost’s. “Um, the fuck?” You had gotten much better at signing, seeing as it was the only thing you can do while the others continued fighting off metas and now dealing with Eva and Carber.

“What the hell was that?” The ice-cold meta had asked, not so much confused but a bit skeptical of the answer she’ll receive. You, on the other hand, were 100% confused.

“Pipes, bad pipes. The heating. Don't worry about it.” Cisco answered nonchalantly only to be met with more banging. You directed your attention to Barry’s suit closet, the clear silhouette of a person inside. You were now intrigued about Cisco’s pipe answer.

“Let me out.” The deep voice made the hair at the back of your neck stand, the blood rushing to your cheeks. Your heart skipped a little at the sound of his voice and you couldn’t deny the bit of rush in your veins at the idea of seeing him again. Your chest tightened up, an eager feeling bubbling in your chest.

How the hell did he get stuck in there???

“Are you sure?” Frost raised an eyebrow at the guilty-looking engineer, who tried to play things off. “Cause it looks like you locked Nash in the closet.”

“No,” Cisco responded with a sheepish look as if he hadn’t done that. Frost grabbed your smoothie and took a sip with an amused-ish twinkle in her eyes.

“Hey, that’s my smoothie!” You signed at her with a frown. As much as you liked sharing, your smoothie was your little comfort drink for the moment.

“Sucks,” she signed back. “Tastes good though. You know I can’t resist the flavor of strawberry kiwi.” You just rolled your eyes at her and flicked her off to which the meta returned right back at you. Honestly, it was endearing that Frost took the time to learn sign language with you since Crisis. She claimed that she had nothing else better to do, but you had an inkling it was to make your situation a bit more bearable. Caitlin had been working hard on extracting an antidote for your vocal cords with the lead that The Monitor had given her. It was just taking some time like all science-y things do. And while you appreciated her efforts with Alex Danvers contributing, you just wish Jesse and Harry were here to help speed things up. They’d know what to do, they always managed to crack the code. The ultimate father-daughter problem-solving duo. As for your healing powers, they were gone. Well, it was one thing you didn’t have to worry about. A good thing, but also… it made you feel a bit empty.

“Let me out,” Nash called out again while banging on the closet doors, still frustrated to be trapped. He was not happy to be locked away when he could be out with that crypto-circuit.

“Okay, one of the auxiliary pipes was leaking, so he's patching it up in exchange for a crypto-circuit.” Cisco sighed in an agitated manner. So, there was some pipe truth to it, just… with the accompaniment of a bargain from the Wells doppelganger.

“Fine, don't let me out. I'll let myself out, actually, thank you very much.” You tilted your head a bit at the Wells doppelganger’s words, leaning back against the railing to the main Cortex desks to see where he was going with this. Should be entertaining to see, in all honesty. “I'm gonna put an Atlantean shoulder check into this door and bust right through. In three, in two-”

An Atlantean what?

“Okay,” The genius mechanical engineer huffed to himself before slamming on the buttons to release the doors. Cisco was really fed up with Nash, you could tell.

“-In one!” You watched as Nash burst out with all his might, not colliding with the doors that locked him in, like he expected to, but with air. Instead, his momentum had thrown him off balance to fall to the ground and slide forward with a grunt to where you stood. You sent him a little smile as you crouched down and extended a hand to help him up. The multiverse explorer ignored you and the warmth within your eyes to push himself off the ground and away from you to then send a smirk to Frost as if he meant to do all of that. Nash ignored the pained look on your face when you stood back up only to look away with sagged shoulders. He bit the inside of his cheek, pushing that bit of guilt balling into dread in the pit of his stomach. Dismissing the little bit of excitement in his heart he paid attention to anything else other than you in the Cortex.

“Sup?”

“Killer Frost.”

“It's just Frost now,” The meta clarified; she was re-branding after all.

“Give me my Crypto-circuit or I'm gonna punch you in the throat,” Nash rounded onto Cisco, who was having none of Nash’s bullshit at the moment after everything that’s happened.

“How about we don’t resort to violence.” You signed to try to calm things down between the two men. Nash paid no mind to what you had to say only for Frost to vocalize what you’ve signed just to piss Nash off. Frost didn’t like how he treated you since Crisis and she was getting tired of all your dejected puppy looks whenever the brown-haired doppelganger blew you off and/or pretended you didn’t exist. Whether he knew of or reciprocated your feelings or not Nash shouldn’t be acting like a complete ass to you. Cisco had to hold himself back a few times from whacking the explorer on your behalf, but he knew it would upset you in the long run, so Cisco kept himself from throwing some hands.

“I have your Crypto-circuit, and I could give it to you, but, you know,” Cisco held the circuit in his hand before tossing it to you, who clumsily caught it from across the room. As much as Cisco hated it, he knew at least your presence would deter Nash from doing God-knows-what at the labs. “I'm not really sure what you'd need it for, because you're an adventurer, so shouldn't you be off somewhere, adventuring?”

Nash pressed his lips tightly before stomping over to you and snatching the circuit from your hands. You flinched at the cold look he gave you before he spoke up again. “Preferably not here.” He sent a curt look to Cisco and Frost before proceeding to head out. The adventurer willed himself to not look back, knowing the exact expression that would be on your face that would have his heart shattering.

Your body moved, taking a step forward. Your mouth opened, but only a raspy, rough noise left your throat before a coughing fit took over you. The pain echoed from your neck down to your chest, tears welling up in your eyes as you heard Frost’s voice shout something at you. Or was it Caitlin? You couldn’t tell as your knees buckled to the ground at the intense fit, your limbs stinging as you hand covered your mouth and feeling a sticky substance on them. The metallic taste hung heavily in your mouth; blood. Caitlin was beside you in an instant, holding you tightly while Cisco went to get some napkins for you.

Nash’s ears perked at the sounds as he walked out.  "You CAN'T use your voice," her scolding was followed by an anguished murmur was the last he heard as the Wells doppelganger picked up the pace down the corridor and to the elevator.

It’s better this way.

Is it? Nash ignored the gruff voice at the back of his head as the explorer trudged on. How many times will you make her cry, Nash? An agitated growl sounded from the back of his throat as he silenced the voice. He didn’t need this right now. Nash didn’t ask for this; the constant voices or the fact that you to continually plague him. You chose to do what you had done during Crisis. At least you couldn’t pester him with your voice… That thought gripped at his heart as he booted up his gauntlet. Nash bit his lip as he remembered the light in your eyes back on the Waverider; your desperate grip on his face, your- The myth-buster dismissed the memory.

I don’t care for her.

Liar.

***

Click.

Shifting your head towards the noise of the door being locked, you saw Nash tilt his head to the side. A gesture so familiar that you felt frozen in place. “You’re not Nash,” You whispered, hiding the tinge of fear in your voice as the man smirked at you. “Eobard.” Your legs bumped the back of the desk in the office, your hands gripping the edge tightly that your knuckles turned white. The blood in your veins ran cold as you had uttered the speedster’s name.

“You were always so quick to pick up on things,” Eobard drawled, stepping ever close to you to tower over you. He relished in the slight fear in your eyes. “I see that Caitlin helped you get your voice back. Now you can sing for me again.”  You swallowed thickly, pushing your terror down – you held your ground with that defiant look. He didn’t have his speed in Nash’s body, if he did, the villain would have killed you already. “You weren’t fast enough to escape,” The speedster whispered in a gruff tone. His hands were at your throat not a second too soon, gripping tightly. You clawed at his hands, squirming at the sheer pressure – the scene so familiar, but with a different perpetrator. Thawne shook off Harry and HR’s desperate attempts to reel Nash’s body from the evil speedster’s grip, but to no avail. It was like Thawne had barricaded himself solely at the helm of Nash’s body, burning the other Wells entities that tried to pry control from him. Eobard was just too strong…

No, not again! Nash yelled out at the back of his mind as he watched the tears prick at your eyes, struggling to try to take control back. The memory of The Anti-monitor flashed through Nash. He was caged in his own body, the other Wells imprisoned with him. His hands were around your neck, his hands would be the ones to end you. Eobard licked his lips deliciously at the feeling of Nash’s anger and anguish, but most importantly, his heart-throbbing guilt for you. Oh, he would touch on memories of you later. The funny thing was that not only were you a target to rein Nash in, but to provoke the other three men that resided in Nash’s mindscape that were also close to you. All they could do was helplessly watch you struggle.

You gasped and panted; summoning all your strength into leaning back more towards the desk to drag the speedster possessing Nash before using what power you had in kicking Eobard square in the chest – kicking him off you and creating some distance. If there’s one thing you knew, it’s that women excel in lower body strength; hence kicking your way out of his hold. Air flooded your lungs as your brain went into overdrive while you moved away from the desk. You watched Thawne with cautious eyes as he gathered his footing, the voices at the back of his head cheering you on.

“Of course, you figured that out as well.”

“It wasn’t really rocket science, Thawne.”

“Hmph, I don’t need my speed to kill you.” Eobard came right at you, just what you were waiting for. Shifting all your weight, you grabbed his arm with ease while deflecting the grab he made with his other hand to roll the man over your shoulder. Nash’s body was obviously bigger and stronger than yours, you couldn’t easily flip him over your shoulder unless you were a trained assassin or one of the Canaries. Which you weren’t. Nash couldn’t help the small smile on his lips; he taught you that should you get tangled in an unsavory confrontation if you were caught while on an escapade with him. Not a second too soon you knocked the air right out of Eobard when you targeted his diaphragm. You resisted the urge to do any real damage because Eobard wasn’t in his own body. This was Nash and you couldn’t hurt the man you love because you know he was in there somewhere. That moment of hesitance was opportunity enough for the speedster to grab your arm and to twist it around your back, pressing you against the wall harshly. A groan left your lips and Thawne chuckled darkly as he got the upper hand.

“Oh, how the turn tables. I must say, you’ve improved.”

“I don’t need your praise.”

“No? Not even if it comes from this body?”

You ignored his comment. “For someone without his speed you’re doing a shit job of trying to kill me.”

“I’d watch that mouth of yours,” Eobard hissed as he pressed you harder against the wall. Your cheek stung, faintly tasting blood from the cut inside your mouth. “After all, you’re in no position to sass your way out of this.”

“Glad to know you’re still aware of my charms.”

“Hm, breaking you will be a delight in torturing them.”

“You-”

Before you could finish, the sound of static filled the air and the grip Eobard had on you slacked greatly. You pushed the weight of Nash’s body back only to find that the dark-haired speedster easily crumpled to the ground. Your eyes instantly met Cisco’s and Cecile’s, who held a taser in her hand with the two electrodes attached to Nash’s body. Relief flooded your system as your body tried to rid itself of the excess adrenaline. You were safe, but your body tingled – your fingers fidgeted and your hands shook slightly.

“What the hell is going on?” Cecile

“Thawne, he’s here,” you panted, running your hands over your raw throat. The skin stung under your touch. Cisco could see the faint bruises; bruises that would reappear. “He’s possessing Nash.”

Cisco and Cecile exchanged a shared look of distraught. The mechanical engineer shook his head, mentally exhausted from today’s events. “Seriously?? When did our lives turn into a horror movie??”

“Tell me about it.” A shaky breath left you as you blinked tiredly, dropping to your knees to check on Nash’s pulse. Your eyes scanned over him worriedly. Please be ok, Nash. Please don’t let him take over. He was alive, but… How would they solve this? By performing an exorcism?

***

“Why are you keeping me here?” Nash’s voice quivered as he remained stuck in his mindscape. He exhaled a shaky breath as the speedster rounded on him. The adventurer threw all his hate into the heated glare he sent to Eobard. The man who had fooled the others more than once; the one who had spectacularly hurt you in the past, who’s laid hands on you recently. Sweat beaded Nash’s forehead as he struggled to stand up. Thawne’s willpower, the darkness that he exuded was intense.

“I went through your memories, Nash. I plumbed your depths. Came up with this little gem.  It's awful, isn't it? It's dark. It's negative.”

“Nash!” A haunted look flashed within Nash’s eyes; his gloved hands quivered at the strained voice. Begging for help. Pleading. “Nash!”

“Oh, Maya. Quite the overachiever. Right? Perfect employee. A real go-getter. When she went to go get the Sonic Emitter atop the highest peak on Corto Maltese... remember that? And plucked that, so determined to get the Emitter.” Eobard chuckled darkly as he stepped closer to the memory cave. “Because after all... The prize is everything, isn't it?”

“Let me go!”

“Want out of this memory? Be my guest.” Eobard did a dramatic gesture with both hands towards the memory, fully turning his body to it. Nash hesitated, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t move himself – wouldn’t want to move towards it. Eobard’s eyes glanced to his periphery at the sound of silence. A twisted grin greeting his features as he slowly dropped his hands and went on with the act, eyes narrowed. “You don't wanna leave this memory? Why? Did... did something happen in that cave?”

“It was not my fault. It was not my fault!”

“Oh, that's right.”

“It was her fault!” Whisper after whisper escaped Nash. Eobard took in a breath, relishing in the negativity in the air, the tension that hung that only fueled his power over Nash even more. His hypothesis was yielding tremendous results. In order for Eobard to win this body over, he needed to torture Nash into submission. Or insanity, whichever one that had nature favoring Eobard to hold the reins for his body indefinitely. Like what the future genius had learned from the Firestorm matrix is that at one point, nature favors the most intellectual psyche in the body, which obviously meant his with Harry being a close second. But in contrast to Harry, Eobard would make sure to keep Nash locked away from the control room to his mindscape and psyche. He had silenced the other voices away – the other Wells, but three remained vehement in retaliating against his efforts for bodily control. “It was not my fault.”

“She died.”

“It's not my fault!”

“It was all your fault.”

“It was her fault. It was not my fault.”

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him.” Your voice broke Nash’s muttering, his head snapping up to the direction of your voice. The little sounds you had made when The Anti-monitor took hold of you, taking away your ability to speak. Nash’s blood ran cold when Eobard turned to the cave behind him, that malicious smirk widening on his face. The speedster walked back from the last memory that Nash had of Maya. “Nash,” the brown-haired Wells doppelganger heard you whimper.

No…

“Ah, where are my manners? I can’t forget about my dear (Y/N) now, can I?” Eobard drawled, taking a step closer to the cowering man. “Such vigor, such fire – my intent was never to kill her back in the office. No, no, no. You see, Nash,” The speedster crouched down to eye level to the explorer. “After I take over this body, I’m going to cage her like the bird that she is with the knowledge that you’re forever trapped in your own body. The pain, the tears that will bring her. All so delicious, my sweet, sweet (Y/N). And it seems you won’t be the only one to suffer.” Nash felt the blood rush to his ears, thrumming at the thought of you at Thawne’s mercy. If only he can retain some semblance of power, “Unlike the prodigal son from biblical texts, you won’t be the one returning to her. She, who you’ve pushed countless times. I wonder, will she make the same noises?”

“If you touch her-”

“You’ll do what? Hm, Wells? What is it that you’ll do? You can barely look me in the eye whenever you hear Maya scream for her life. Begging you to help her, begging to live – but alas, it was your principles that drove her to this extent.”

“…” I shouldn’t have gotten so close to her.

Eobard snorted at Nash’s obvious thought, but really who could resist you? “You couldn’t even stop me back in the office and now you want to play hero?”

“…”

“You won’t do a thing. But me,” the genius speedster pointed to himself, meeting Nash’s eyes with a look so close to defeat, but still hanging on. “I can do anything I want, especially when I get your body. Because nothing holds me back.” It was simple, Nash just needed to give up. He was so close too, and Eobard could feel his powers slowly returning. What is rightfully his in a body that could be of more use to him than to Nash. “Such a shame that my little songbird fell for the likes of you.” Nash only narrowed his eyes in confusion for a moment. “Ah well, it was because of you that she couldn’t sing for some time, wasn’t it?” Nash’s heart stung as he looked away and Eobard felt it. Eobard neared the memory cave of you once more, peering in. It didn’t surprise the speedster how the memory unfolded; you were always an outspoken living spitfire. Why else had he enjoyed toying with you a few years ago?

“If she wasn’t so stubborn, she wouldn’t have…”

“Still blaming others for your mistakes? Pathetic.” Eobard threw a glance over his shoulder as the mindscape shifted to see the three men standing there, bound in place with chains of red lightning. Each sported a glare of their own to which Eobard let out a laugh through a huff of air. He had to admit, their tenacity was admirable. Hopeless, yet intriguing. It made this game even more entertaining with the value of your life at stake. Neither man struggled, knowing that if they did the pain would only intensify.

“So pitiful, watching the three of you like this.” Eobard strode closer with his gloved hands behind his back. The three continued to remain silent. “I wonder how long it will take until I break her.” That elicited the type of reaction he wanted – HR is the first to break, throwing a threat in the air while Harry holds his death glare and Sherloque mutters some French curses. The Reverse Flash shrugs their animosity off before heading back to further mentally torture Nash.

Soon, very soon my little songbird will be back in her cage.

[darlingpetao3]

The Flash S07 Drabble Collection

S07E01 — Vessel (Multiple!Wells x Reader) / They Can Be Heroes (Multiple!Wells x Reader)

S07E02 — Void (Barry Allen & Reader)

S07E03 — Suit Up (Team Flash & Reader) / Repeatedly, Forever (Original Harrison Wells & Reader)

S07E04 — Working Hard or Hardly Working? (Team Flash & Reader)

S07E05 — This is Flash (Team Flash & Reader)

S07E06 — Two Guys, a Girl and a Lost & Found (Cisco Ramon & Reader)

S07E07 — Frost & Flame (Killer Frost & Reader)

S07E08 — In Her Defence (Team Flash & Reader)

S07E09 — The One with All the Flirting (Original Harrison Wells & Reader)

S07E10 — Job Hunt (Cisco Ramon & Reader)

S07E11 — Catch Up (Cisco Ramon & Reader)

S07E12 — The Funky Bunch (Team Flash & Reader)

S07E13 — Compromising (Barry Allen & Reader)

S07E14 — Sneak Attack (Sue Dearbon & Reader)

S07E15 — Expertise (Killer Frost & Reader)

S07E16 — Twinning (Nora West-Allen & Reader)

S07E17 — Big Kids (Nora West-Allen & Reader)

S07E18 — Revenge of the Speedster (EoWells x Reader)

[thescatterbrainedwriter]

Crossed Wires pt.4

Flash Fanfic

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~3,000

Pairings: Oc x Canon

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“Hey uh, is Emily alright?” Ralph asked wandering into the room and gesturing to the hall behind him. “She seemed kinda... off....” He paused pointing to Harry. “Are you-?”

“Harry, again,” he replied finishing his thought.

“Again? Wha?” Ralph asked puzzled.

“Yeah, you missed Lothario, Wolfgang and H. P.,” Cisco said forcing a smile. Ralph only became more confused by the unfamiliar name list and scratched his head. “So, those are.....?”

“Other entangled consciousnesses, yes,” Harry answered. “It would seem that, due to recent circumstances, they essentially have free reign.”

“Well that can’t be good,” Ralph commented. “No, it isn’t,” Harry responded rather curtly. “Did you happen to see where she was going?” Ralph shook his head. “I’m not sure of the destination but she was walking pretty fast down the hall to the elevator. Didn’t even say hi.” Harry rubbed his chin as he sunk into thought. There were quite a lot of places the elevators lead to, certainly there was a more sure way of predicting where she went other than checking each floor. “Was there any particular place she spent a lot of time in the past? Other than her room that is.”

They all paused to consider the question scouring their memories for any kind of clue. It had been quite a few years now since she was first held at the lab under instructions from Thawn so there was a lot of information to sift through. “Well, she has been spending more time at Jitters lately. Specifically the loft area,” Ralph offered. “Maybe she needs the distraction of so many conversations.”

“Yeah, but even before Eddie erased Thawn from the timeline she seemed to really like the pipeline,” Cisco countered. “Even leading up to when he eventually showed himself she would be down there.”

“She did train in the bunker a fair bit,” Caitlyn said thoughtfully. “I’m not sure about when we all went home but Dr. Wells did find her down there quite often.”

After a brief pause in consideration, Harry straightened his back and started to leave. “I know where she is,” he said as he left leaving everyone rather curious. It was only when he stepped inside the elevator and pushed a button that he realized he had no idea what he wanted to say. He smiled to himself and decided, just this once, he would go with it and see what happened.

Once the elevator dinged, he took a breath and stepped out making his way toward the large door of the pipeline. It was closed as always, seeing as they weren’t keeping metas there anymore nor using it to accelerate particles, making him momentarily doubt his choice but went ahead and opened it anyway. Slipping his hands into his pockets he walked out onto the bridge just outside the door and stood quietly looking around. “I know your here,” he said after a short while still observing the surroundings. Slowly Emily peeked around from underneath and floated up bringing a smile to Harry’s face. “There you are.” She kept her distance continuing to hover off the ground, still not quite convinced and very much worried about his condition, watching him warily.

“It’s Harry,” he assured. “It’s ok.” He reached out a hand beaconing her over and after a brief pause she took it landing softly in front of him. “So, wanna tell me why you came down here?” he asked.

“It’s... uh..... it’s quiet,” Emily replied still not quite relaxed, though not wanting to let his hand go. Her gaze was fixed on their joined hands and her thumb slowly ran over his knuckles while she considered the rest of her response. Harry just stood quietly letting her compose herself. “It, uh.... it..... was the only place where, when all this.... started.... where I figured, I’d have the best chance of,” she took a breath not having noticed she had been holding it and took the opportunity to quickly iron out what she was rambling on about. “I figured it’d be the best place to get any kind of... I dunno, hint or, glimmer of progress to getting home to my Earth. It.... also gave to opportunity to.... get away from Eobard.” Her eyes were still glued to his hand and he got the feeling she really didn’t want to make eye contact.

“Did it work?” He asked attempting to catch her gaze. “Getting any hints I mean.”

Emily shook her head. “No, not really. Flukes here and there but, not enough to give definitive evidence. Kind of like the wow signal.” After a brief pause she finally looked up, Harry’s face softening a bit in response. “Now, that can’t be all you came down here for. So, why are you here?” she asked.

Harry froze for a second getting distracted by her eyes, they held so many emotions at once it was difficult to discern what her current one was. He smiled and cast his gaze down with a small chuckle. “Ok, you got me,” he said before meeting her gaze again. “When I came back to the front, you were gone. Aaaand, everyone was looking down an empty hall, and when Ralph said you didn’t say hi, I knew something must have been up. You always make a point of greeting the team.” Emily smiled a little, her worry lessening just a bit. “Sooo, I came to see if you were alright. That and, inform you of an idea me and the other subconscious Wells’ thought up.”

“Oh?” Emily remarked in surprise.

“Yup, though it wasn’t easy given Lothario and Wolfgang fighting. Mostly Wolfgang,” he replied a little sourly.

“I bet,” she mused relaxing a bit more. “I’m surprised Harrison the Gray didn’t come up, or Sony.”

“Oh, they did. They were actually surprisingly helpful.” Emily raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Ok, maybe not so much the wizard,” Harry admitted, “but they did help get different perspectives, like with the DeVoe problem.”

“Good to know you still have your council friends,” Emily smiled. “So, what did they come up with?” Harry looked down at his feet trying to formulate his wording. “Well,” he began, “it involves you, being in the vicinity. Like an anchor point.” She looked at him somewhat confused. “Look, it’s a mess.... in there. And, given your relatively strong connection to him, especially recently, it should help aim him in the right direction at the very least.”

“You really think that’ll work?” Emily asked, hint of hopefulness in her question.

“Worked for me,” he said simply. Bemused, a small smile began to spread over Emily’s face before her features softened to her usual demeanor. “Is it.... selfish of me... to not want him to be successful?” he asked after a brief pause. She looked at him a little confused. “What?” she asked cocking her head to one side.

“Is it wrong I don’t want it to work?” he asked again. Emily frowned sympathetically at him and sighed. “Harry...”

“It’s just,” he continued, “I feel like..... I feel like I.... lost time. So much time. Time grieving, being bitter, being so focused in being overly protective of Jessie, throwing my all at Flash problems, being scared...” Emily pulled him into a hug and just held him; she listened to his heart beat and his breathing become heavy with him explaining himself and trying to keep his composure. “Do you.... blame me?” He asked softly. She stayed quiet but he didn’t really need her to answer out loud. He knew what she would say.

“Do you know.... what my mom, told me? When I left home?” Emily asked after a long pause. “She said, when I told her I wouldn’t be able to come home for a very long while, when I told her it was for her safety, she said it was ok. And, it would be ok because, because she would keep me in a special place in her heart.” She rubbed her cheek on his chest and sighed deeply, Harry engulfing her in a firm hug. “So, whenever she was sad, she would go to that special place and.... it wouldn’t be so bad. And I did the same.”

“So, are you saying I should just be ok with this?”

Emily looked up and shook her head. “No, not completely anyway. I don’t expect you to, but, maybe.... this can make it a little easier?” He sighed heavily placing a hand on her cheek to gently stroke it. “I suppose,” he relented as his face softened. “Though it’s going to be incredibly difficult to come to terms with not being able to touch you anymore.”Emily smiled cheekily. “I’m sure Nash can cover that front.” He frowned unamused making her stick her tongue out playfully. “Not. Helpful,” he said dryly. Emily grinned wide prompting Harry to squeeze her in a hug again. “I’m going to miss this,” he lamented. She buried her face into him squeezing back before he let go. “Alright, ready to go get Nash?” She nodded slipping her hand into his as they turned to head toward the elevator. They rode up in silence but Emily was still tense, her hand alternating between squeezing and a relaxed grip and sticking particularly close to his side.

As they exited the open steel doors and made their way down the hall, which felt like the longest ever hike to Emily, Harry could feel her pulse in her hand from how high her blood pressure had spiked due to worry and stress. He gave a gentle squeeze to distract her just enough to earn her gaze. “Hey,” he said with a low almost raspy voice. “You really think the brightest minds of the former multiverse and the most stubborn geologist treasure hunter can’t pull this off?” She paused, then smiled for a moment before worry took over her face again. “No, I suppose not,” she admitted. “You’re all too stubborn to fail.” Harry smirked as they rounded the corner, everyone in the medical bay waiting for their return. Cisco smiled gently in welcome and one by one, everyone else mirrored it.

“We’re sorry we didn’t realize how not ok you were with developments,” Caitlyn apologized.

“I think I did pretty well, all things considered,” Emily responded trying to mellow her nerves.

“Ready to put it all behind you?” Cisco asked holding up the neural device. Emily glanced up at Harry who smiled down at her. “Ready when you are,” he said resolute. She took a deep breath and nodded, Harry releasing her hand to approach Cisco giving him a half wink indicating he was ready. They all walked into the med bay, Harry sitting on the gurney to get the device affixed and Emily lingering outside the door a bit.

“Now, this isn’t quite synced to Nash’s brainwaves,” Cisco explained pointing to the thing in his hand before carefully attaching it to Harry’s forehead. “It will gradually get there, but it’s starting at one similar to yours in order to ease the transition.” Harry nodded in understanding before looking at Emily. “I’m ready,” he said to no one in particular before Cisco initiated the program. Harry’s body became rigid and his eyes dilated as he stared into nothing, Cisco and Caitlyn monitoring his brainwaves closely and Emily, now barely breathing, felt worry begin to bubble again. “How are you feeling?” Caitlyn asked flicking her eyes between her tablet and Harry.

“It’s.... strange,” Harry managed to grunt out. It seemed like he was experiencing a measure of discomfort, and Emily hoped it wasn’t accompanied by pain. “M-my body feels.... fuzzy,” he continued. “No.... not fuzzy..... like static.”

“Is that.... good?” Emily asked.

“Well, it’s not bad,” Caitlyn tried comforting. “All the readings are within safe measure, blood pressure and pulse a little elevated but nothing too concerning.”

“Device still working perfectly,” Cisco added. “And it looks like his brainwaves are beginning to iron themselves out.”

“Snow....” Harry grunted again. “I think.... I’m about to...” his sentence was cut short as his consciousness was pulled from the front. The room was tense as his eyes went blank, his head lulled forward a bit but his body continued to stay rather rigid. Caitlyn and Cisco continued vigilant monitoring of the readings as Emily held her breath not daring to drop her gaze. A few more tense seconds passed before Harry inhaled sharply becoming alert again startling the group. “Harry?” Cisco nearly shouted in question. “Ah, no,” his voice said in yet one more curious variation. “Sherloque, but don’t.....worry. I’m just..... a placeholder. Nash.... Nash got swept away. Don’t.... worry, I’m here to.... help him get.... settled again.” His head fell back and alarms started going off sending panic shooting through Emily as Cisco and Caitlyn began to scramble. Ralph stood close to her in order to act as a grounding presence, hoping to distract her even just slightly. “Guys, what’s going on?” He asked for her.

“Working on it,” Cisco responded in stress and annoyance as he started making adjustments, Caitlyn was doing the same as she began regretting what they were doing. Emily’s eyes began to swell with tears as her stress started hitting an all time high even making Ralph become uncharacteristically tense. Sherloque shuddered making a loud noise causing the whole room jump, the alarms still going off as he fought to catch his breath. He placed a hand on his head and leaned back, the alarms finally stopping after a moment, and everyone stared in anticipation.

“Ugh, my head,” he complained. “It’s killing me.”

“Sherloque?” Caitlyn asked tentatively.

He shook his head. “No, no. It’s Nash, I’m back. Has it always been this bright in here?” He looked around the room as everyone started laughing in relief and his gaze landed on Emily. “Hey,” he said with a smile, one eye still closed from the headache. “Hey...” Emily replies in a raspy voice, the wave of relief threatening to push the tears over the point of no return and start an ugly crying event. She shuffled over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug burying her face into his chest. “Hwa- hey. Hey, careful. I have to remember how to breathe again,” he chuckled. “I’m just glad you found your way back,” she said quietly. Nash smiled down at her placing his hand on her back trying to comfort and calm her strained breathing from fighting her impending breakdown.

“We’ll have to keep him for observation for a few days,” Caitlyn said finally pulling her attention away from the readings. “Just to be on the safe side.”

“Yeah, you know, make sure his brain is just on one track,” Cisco added. “And wont do any mental gymnastics.” Emily turned to face them and nodded still keeping hold of Nash. “Yeah, ok. Understandable.”

“You pretty much live here anyway,” Ralph chimed in from the doorway. “So you’ll get word immediately if he needs anything. Or, you know, somethin goes wrong. Which it won’t, not with Caitlyn, Frost and Cisco on the look out.” Having finally let go of Nash, Emily turned to Ralph and made a face though understood he was trying to reassure her in his own way. Shortly after, Barry walked in having become curious of the gathering. “Hey guys,” he said glancing at everyone before settling on Nash. “Everything ok, Harry?”

“Ah, yeah but, not Harry,” Nash replied. “I’m Nash again, the one and only. Good as new too.”

“So far,” Caitlyn followed. “We’re keeping an eye on him for a while just in case.”

“Oh, ok. Yeah, that makes sense. Good to have you back Nash,” Barry concludes with a smile. Nash smiled back before glancing over to Emily who resigned to gently lay her hand over one of his. “Yeah, good to be back. So, I guess I’ll be the one staying over your place for a change,” he said with a wink turning his full attention to Emily. She raises an eyebrow trying hard to keep an amused smile from appearing. “Yeah, I suppose you will.”

“Will make it a lot easier to make visiting hours too,” he said raising his eyebrows. Emily’s smirk spreads a little more as her battle to keep a straight face was beginning to fail. “Mhmm, yeah that’s true,” she agreed

“Aannnd, well, given Caitlyn, or should I say Frost, will be busy with.... you know.... Flash things..... she might need....”

“Help?” Emily cut off. “So what, you want me to play nurse?” Nash blinked for a moment and froze, silent smiles adorned the faces around the room. “I..... uh.... well....” he stuttered before Emily finally broke into a smile. “As much as I would love to do that for you, I don’t want to compromise your recovery.” Nash raised an eyebrow in confusion as she glanced behind him toward Caitlyn who was catching on to what she was getting at. “Such distractions could hinder progress,” she continued, “but I’ll be sure to visit often. Don’t worry.”

“It’s true,” Caitlyn added. “Considering the circumstances in which it happened, we don’t want to risk too much of the similar stimulus doing the same thing,” She concluded and winked at Emily.

“Wh- bu-“ he stuttered. She winked sticking her tongue out a little leaving him defeated before gently patting his cheek continuing to smile. “But seriously, Nash, I want you to rest so you can get better as fast as you can. Alright?” He huffed but relented, placing his hand over the one on his cheek. “Ok.”

“So!” Emily said suddenly surprising Nash, “I’m gonna go pop over to your place and make sure it’s all squared away while you’re recovering and then I’ll be right back. Ok?”

“Hurry back,” he replied contentedly with a smile. With one last grin Emily popped away through a wormhole leaving Nash to settle in. Frost, who had resumed control once again, had taken over setting up monitoring his recovery progress. Her bedside manners had improved though she still wasn’t much of a fan of his jokes. Mostly because she didn’t really get them. None-the-less, she kept pleasant conversation with him, pleasant for her anyway, during her setting up and he did his best to behave. When Emily returned about two hours later, she hung around him far more often that she teased she would; not that he minded. She did give him plenty of down time to just rest and let his mind be calm which, after a while, he was rather grateful for. Maybe she does know more of this science stuff than she thinks and has led everyone to believe.

After having awoken late that evening, not even realizing he dozed off in the first place, he found the lab was dark and quiet. Momentarily taking stock of his surroundings he was somewhat startled to hear breathing and light snoring near by, finding Emily had *somehow* managed to curl up on a near by chair and fall asleep. He still had no idea how she could bend the way she did and was always in awe of the new stretches she seemed to come up with in her sleep. He smiles amused before noticing someone in his peripheral startling him again. Only when he recognized his own face but on another body did he relax. “Jee-zus!” he nearly screeched. “Honestly, I know you’re in my head and all but do you *really* have to do that?”

The figure just stands quietly making it difficult which Wells personality has come up let alone where he’s looking. “I apologize,” he said taking a step forward. “It took quite a lot to get here.”

“Ah, Harry,” he recognized. “Nice to see your face again. Or, well, mine...” Harry just sighed not amused with his attempt at a joke. “How are you feeling?” He asked Nash though still not quite making eye contact. Nash scratches his head in brief thought. “Well, the headaches aren’t so bad, and my head doesn’t feel fuzzy anymore,” he attempted at small talk. “So, why are you....?” He began asking.

“Take care of her, alright?” Harry interrupted. Nash pauses finally realizing Harry is looking at the sleeping Emily in the chair. “Uh, yeah. Obviously,” Nash began. “No, I mean it,” Harry interrupted again. “Take good care of her, understand?” Nash paused again somewhat confused just looking at him. Harry had glared at him infusing his last sentence with command before it softened and drifted back to Emily. “She’s a good one, a really good one,” he said somberly. “So if you do anything to hurt her, or don’t protect her, or otherwise make her angry enough to leave, so help me I will—“

“Who, hey, relax!” Nash defended flinching at the sudden two step charge Harry made. He may be a projection of his mind but his reflexes still registered a potential punch to the face. Could mental punches even hurt? “I knooowww, alright!” he said bracing himself. Emily stirred at the raised voice making both of them freeze. Once she settled back down Nash let out his held breath turning his attention back to Harry. “I know, ok? You don’t think I do? That’s why it took me so long to even say anything.” Harry paused thoughtfully finally giving Nash attention and not just fleetingly. “Yeah, I know,” he agreed quietly. “We had a conversation about it, over brownies no less.”

Nash smiled. “Yeah, she makes some really good brownies doesn’t she?” Harry smiles in affirmation. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect her to my best ability.”

“Good,” Harry concludes. “Because, it’s not so much I’m worried about her getting seriously injured; she’s really quite capable of doing that even when not in dire situations; but rather, if she does wind up getting hurt even if not in a physical way, she’s more than capable of beating your ass for it.” Nash froze and his face fell having never really thought of that making Harry chuckle and smirk. “So yeah, don’t make her mad. Understand?” Nash nods. “Yeah, yeah sure thing.” Harry chuckles one last time before disappearing. “Be glad she likes you,” he says with a wave.

Nash sits quietly in his bed going over what Harry had said. While he was very well aware what a catch she was, he never really considered how lucky he was, as well as the team, that she had become so fond of them. Her abilities were still not fully explained or explored, even in her own words, and from what they had observed so far would make her quite the formidable enemy should she so choose. He looked over at the chair she was in again, once again observing a new and more strange contortion, and smiled. “Yeah, lucky me.”

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~Fin~

[westxwells]

"He’s going to do here what he has done on all these other Earths — create fear. Because the Monitor is a fraud, he’s a false god. One that I intend to take down, thereby saving your husband."

[helplessdreamersworld]

Snowells - Indiana Jones AU

[ao3feed-cynco]

Die Entscheidung (und ihre Konsequenzen)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3EQbLSj

by Afaim

Cicada wurde endlich aufgehalten. Nun ist es für Cisco an der Zeit sich der Frage zu stellen, was er eigentlich möchte.

Words: 7171, Chapters: 3/3, Language: Deutsch

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012), Supergirl (TV 2015), Batwoman (TV 2019)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, F/M

Characters: Cisco Ramon, sherloque wells, Joe West, David Singh, Caitlin Snow, Ralph Dibny, Josh (The Flash TV 2014), Kamilla Hwang, Earth-2 Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Sara Lance, Kara Danvers, J'onn J'onzz, Earth-12 Harrison Wolfgang Wells, Kate Kane (DCU), Ray Terrill, Earth-X Leonard "Leo" Snart, Iris West, Nora Darhk, Killer Frost, Earth-3 Jay Garrick, Ray Palmer, Mar Novu | The Monitor, Earth-90 Barry Allen, Nate Heywood, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Querl Dox, Harrison "Nash" Wells, Mona Wu, Ava Sharpe, Behrad Tomaz | Behrad Tarazi

Relationships: Kamilla Hwang/Cisco Ramon, Renee Adler/Harrison "Sherloque" Wells, Barry Allen/Iris West, Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer, Cisco Ramon/Cindy Reynolds

Additional Tags: Angst, Mentoning of a Serial Killer, Episode: s05e21 The Girl with the Red Lightning, Alternate Season 5 Finale, Cisco never takes the Cure, Crisis on Infinite Earths Crossover Event (CW DC TV Universe), The Flash season 6, Arrwo Season 8, Fix-It, Multiversal Destruction, Timey-Wimey, strange humor, Crisis in Chapter 3, "Die Entscheidung"-Verse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3EQbLSj

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

The Smartasses

(Or the ever growing list of characters that I love and write for)

DC

Kate Kane

Ryan Wilder

Harleen Quinzel

Helena Bertinelli (Birds of Prey)

Arthur Curry

Talia Al Ghul

The Flash

Barry Allen

Iris West

WestAllen (x reader)

Cisco Ramon

Harrison “Harry” Wells

Harrison “Sherloque” Wells

Harrison “H.R.” Wells

Harrison "Nash" Wells

Eobard Thawne/Eowells

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost

Leonard Snart

Legends of Tomorrow

Ray Palmer

John Constantine

Sara Lance

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Brainiac-5/ Querl Dox

Marvel

Thor

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Misc

Aragorn son of Arathorn (The Lord of the Rings)

Miles Strasburg (Darrow & Darrow)

Ed Stevens (Ed (2000))

Mazikeen Smith (Lucifer)

Geralt of Rivia (Witcher)

Killian Jones (Once Upon A Time)

Terry Benedict (Ocean's Eleven)

Vincent Corleone (Godfather Part III)

[snowells1234]

@nalufever I remembered that you requested a moodboard for Nash Wells x Frost Stargazing so I did an edit for that one as well. I hope y'all like it.

[ageless-aislynn]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people that reblogged from you!

Aw, thank you, hon! 🤗 Yes, I know this is not asking my top 5 ships or characters but my beloved blorbos truly make me so happy, so that's how I'm choosing to answer. If you've been around here for a while, this will not be a surprise to you, lol. 😉In no particular order because I love all my bbs so very much! 😍💖😍

John and Kai (Halo the series)

John and Cortana (Halo the series)

Eobard and Caitlin (The Flash)

Eobard and Frost (The Flash)

Harry and Caitlin/Frost and Nash (The Flash) And that's totally not cheating, it's a tie. *nodnods* 😇

💖💖💖

[austarus]

Fic Masterlist (06/16/22)

Hello my lovelies, welcome to my blog and thank you for reading my content. Don’t forget to show me support by hitting that reblog button and commenting. It boosts my moral when I know my stuffs going around for others to see and enjoy. You can also find my fics in Ao3 under the same username ‘3′

Keep in mind, the further you go down the list for one character, the older the fic gets so it’s not going to be as well written out or fully developed as my newer work. Trust me I kept cringing and reprimanding myself that I could have done better.  Like I want to throw myself out a window. To be honest, I’m still learning with each time I write, I get better bit by bit. But my old stuff’s shit, I won’t lie. 

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Six Crows

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne):

Chain Of Events

Escape From ARGUS

The Downfall Of The Reverse Flash: Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

The Consequences Of Our Actions

A Single Broken Soul

Birds of a Feather

Ballistic Confrontations:  Part 1   Part 2    Part 3

Integrated Revelations:  Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

Sudden Cognizance (Demon Soulmate AU)

Hidden Among The Sheep (Demon Soulmate AU)

Glowing Warmth (Demon Soulmate AU)

Dating (Headcanon)

Right and Wrong

Irresistibly Pink

Deal With The Devil (Demon Soulmate AU)

Worth It

Goodness Gracious

Winter/Christmas (Headcanon)

Big Bad Man

Time and Change

Red With Passion

Darkness Within

Snowman

Sweet Seduction

Green With Envy

Time Vault

Monster

Powers

Harry Wells:

Period Gossips

Crisis of Infinite Wells:  Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5

Amending Past Actions

Return of The Crisis

Primrose Path (Series on AO3)

Decisions and Impulses

Bulletproof In The Shower

Christmas Party (Headcanon)

Mellow Out

Hold Me Please

Couples Therapy (Headcanon)

Sweet Tooth (SMUT)

Coffee Maybe?

Smiley Faces and Naptime

“Rich” Imagination (Headcanon)   Part 1    Part 2 (SMUT)

Wedding Day

Oh, It’s On Now

Truth Be Told   Part 1    Part 2

Bite Me

Baby (Headcanon)

Winter/Christmas (Headcanon)

Good News

Trying to Propose   Part 1    Part 2

Body Heat

Height Difference

Motivation

Cold Hands

Good Man

Darkest Deed

Light In Darkness

Possessive

Jealous

Pulse Rifle

Dark Instinct

Stolen Clothes

Sleep

Hershey Kisses

Sugar Rush

Dress Up

A Distraction

Sneaking Off

HR Wells:

Reversal of Denouement

Scars Across Time 

The Mermaid and The Pirate Gentleman (Headcanon)

Hidden Among The Fairy Lights:  Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

Exclusively Magical

Waking Up Papa Bear

Just An Average Day

Broken Dream

Anonymously Written

Crack Of Dawn

Color Flood (Soulmate AU)

Drink Of Choice

Christmas Party (Headcanon)

Dream (SMUT)

Tiny Baby

Morning Luck

My Sunshine

Broken But Loved

The Friendly Ghost

Baby (Headcanon)

Winter/Christmas (Headcanon)

Squats For Jesus

Movie Night Cuddles

Pure, Love

Coffee

Useful Somehow

Adorable

Sherloque Wells:

Thorned Cage: Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

Down and Under

Sick Jealousy

On Thin Ice With Affection

Nash Wells:

Prodigal Son:  Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

Squandered Altruism

The Beguilement of Barry Allen

OG Harrison Wells/Timeless Wells:

White King, Black Queen

Savitar (Barry Allen):

Acceptance and Change

Falling Out Fast

Fussy Child

Me and You Against Them   Part 1    Part 2

A Gift From Me To You

Barry Allen:

A Berry For Barry

A Snowball’s Chance In Hell

Comfort After Breakup (Headcanon)

The Nutcracker (AU)

Ouch

Caitlin Snow & Killer Frost:

FWB (Headcanon)

Fair Game (Smut)

5 and 7

Snowflake (Platonic)

Team Flash:

Beach Day (Headcanon)

Being a Member of Team Flash (Headcanon)

Heart To Heart

Jokes On You

In The Air, On The Inside

Snowball Fight

College/University (Headcanon)

Pokemon Challenge

Wells Boys x Reader (Some are Polyamorous) :

May The Best Wells Win

Diamond

Cornered

Reward

Protection

Mutual Agreement

Training

Beat Up

Innocence

Don’t Give Up

You’re Not Monsters

Possessive Love

Timeline Disaster

Nicknames

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The Flash S06 Drabble Collection

S06E01 - DJ of the Universe (Cisco Ramon & Reader)

S06E02 - Happy Little Trees (Killer Frost & Reader)

S06E03 - Adventure Awaits (Nash Wells x Reader)

S06E04 - Fight or Flight (Nash Wells x Reader)

S06E05 - Harder to Breathe (Nash Wells x Reader) / The Dark Avenger (Cisco Ramon & Reader)

S06E06 - From Dibny With Love (Ralph Dibny & Reader)

S06E07 - Team Tension (Team Citizen & Reader)

S06E08 - Night of the Living Lifeblood (Nash Wells x Reader)

S06E09 - Paragon of Resilience (Pariah & Reader)

S06E10 - Progress (Harry Wells x Reader)

S06E11 - The Ghost of Valentine’s Day Present (Nash Wells x Reader)

S06E12 - Dear Diary (Nash Wells & Reader)

S06E13 - Unsung Hero (Team Flash & Reader)

S06E14 - Stacked Deck (Team Flash & Reader) / A Thousand Faces Behind His Eyes (Nash Wells & Reader) / Temptation (EoWells x Reader)

S06E15 - The Prize is Not Everything (Nash Wells x Reader)

S06E16 - Get Out (Barry Allen & Reader)

S06E17 - Imposters (Barry Allen & Reader)

S06E18 - Book Club (Killer Frost & Reader)

S06E19 - Attitude (Allegra Garcia & Reader)

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#TheFlash Season 7 Episode 2 "Speed of Thought" Recap and Review

Barry voices over different scenes of the Wells. He’s having a memorial with Cisco, Joe, Allegra, and Cecile. They have a monument to Wells on their wall of the lost. Joe tells Barry not to blame himself, but Barry feels like his enemies keep using his heart against him.

Allegra has Nash’s picture in The Citizen office and is looking at it until she sees the message from Iris!

Cisco has technology that he thought would help open a portal to the Mirrorverse, but it doesn’t work. Chester is away at his grandmom’s but he had a theory that involves two problems. Barry knows what it is before Cisco writes it. Allegra comes in. Barry knows how she got the message. The pseudoscience talk is high in this episode.

Eva is watching the video on repeat until Sunshine comes in. Eva promises never to lie to her while not telling her what she’s discovered about herself and decides to go to the next stash house herself.

Cisco figures out that the Artificial Speed Force gave Barry speed thinking. To test this, he tries an experiment with what he calls a quantum ball. It fires in unpredictable directions, but Barry should be able to predict them. He does. He also now knows how to open a portal to the Mirrorverse. They need dark matter photons that attached to Eva from Ramsey Rosso and the Thinker’s chair.

Iris finds Camilla and together they go find Singh.

Eva is at the stash house terrorizing some goons when Killer Frost shows up. She’s there to distract Eva while Barry collects what he needs. She also looks fantastic for cutting her maternity leave to basically one episode. After Barry accomplishes his goal, he stands back and lets Killer Frost get injured.

After Cisco scares off Eva, they take Killer Frost to the infirmary, where Barry whips up a cure that he’s only tested in his head. It works and he explains to Cisco that there was a small chance that the tachyon enhancer would break if he saved Killer Frost. Killer Frost brushes it off, but Barry is acting very un-Barry-like.

Allegra and Cecile talk about Nash. Cecile explains that the people we love are only gone once we stop remembering them. Her granddad was the first black paralegal in Oklahoma and her mom was the first female independent counsel in Texas and she keeps parts of them with her in her office and when she goes to court.

In the cortex, Barry explains to Cisco and Killer Frost about Eva. He then exposes her on a talk show that she’s on and she loses it. When Cisco and Killer Frost tell him that might not have been the best idea, he gives them an entirely robotic answer. This is; however, an extremely clever way of getting Sue off the hook without having to mention her or Ralph.

It gets weirder. In the Speed Lab, he’s doing calculations with Gideon when he realizes that he can’t save all three of the people caught in the Mirrorverse. He brings it up to the team and forces a vote: Camilla and Singh, or Iris? He gets outvoted.

Iris and Camilla find Singh. He’s in bad shape, but Camilla isn’t much better. They both collapse.

Cisco finds Barry and explains that the Artificial Speed Force is killing his emotions. Then Cisco sees Barry’s computer and we realize that the vote only happened in Barry’s head. Cisco is now officially freaking out and telling Barry that he can’t predict emotion and that he never would have participated in such a vote. Barry then says that Camilla and Singh are expendable. At this point, Killer Frost and Allegra come in. They’re going to subdue and fix him.

Killer Frost takes Velocity X and a massively cool fight scene ensues where she uses both ice and lightning. They get back to the Speed Lab and he beats all of them, but it’s unclear whether the longer fight scene actually happened, or whether he imagined it and then created the shorter one.

Now that he has no obstacles, Barry opens the portal to get Iris. This is not because Iris is his wife, but because she knows the most about Eva and would be the most useful. Iris won’t go. She wants to bring Camilla and Singh through first. Barry doesn’t understand and forces her. Because she fought the transition so hard, she passes out and convulses once she reaches the real world. This snaps Barry out of pyscho robot mode as he looks around to see all of his friends incapacitated on the floor. As proof that he’s now emotional Barry again, he destroys the artificial speed force they’ve been working on and all the Wells gave their lives for, thereby rendering himself powerless and the last episode useless.

Eva is in her office in the Mirrorverse curled up in the fetal position saying, “this isn’t my world.” She decides to make it so and starts by dragging through a cop while she’s in an elevator.

The last scene starts with once upon a time and we see Thawne kill the original Wells. In the present, something happens and Wells is alive? But is it really Wells or is it Thawne? And did this happen after Barry destroyed the Artificial Speed Force? And why? Dead people don’t just come back to life, especially after 7 years.

So I have no idea what is happening. What I do know is that Iris isn’t going to die, and Barry has to get his speed back another way now. I also know that this is not the time for cheap emotional manipulation, for obvious reasons and the fact that I have NCIS for that at this particular moment. As it stands, I’m confused and more than a little irritated. 7/10.

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Too on the nose to say The Flash?

Ahaha no! 

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Favorite character: Cisco Ramon

Least Favorite character: Nash Wells, currently. 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): West-Allen, Killervibe, Joe x Cecile, ElongSue, Spallen (I just rewatched s2 they were v cute tbh)

Character I find most attractive: ummm Cisco Ramon and Barry Allen are tied. 

Character I would marry: Cisco Ramon

Character I would be best friends with: Iris West-Allen

a random thought: Gideon said in s1 that Barry becomes the crime director of CCPD in the future. Is that still going to happen? 

An unpopular opinion: um... I wish West-Allen’s engagement lasted a little longer? Idk. 

My Canon OTP: West-Allen

My Non-canon OTP: Cisco x Caitlin 

Most Badass Character: I’m gonna go with Joe West after 6x16

Most Epic Villain: Zoom. 

Pairing I am not a fan of: Cisco x Kamilla 

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Killer Frost tbh. Hate the split personality. I wish it were just Caitlin with a bit more attitude. 

Favourite Friendship: Cisco and Caitlin 

Character I most identify with: Caitlin Snow and Cecile Horton (1. for personality and 2. for career aspiration) 

Character I wish I could be: Iris for the wardrobe & hair and beauty and brains and yeah

Ask me!