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alittleflashvibe · 12 days
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icedteaandoldlace · 5 months
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Before the Flash season 6 DVDs came out, and theories about the original concept for Echo were still being discussed (not by a huge portion of the fandom, but by a few folks at least), someone theorized that he was originally meant to be an evil future version of E1 Cisco (à la Savitar). And I didn't really like that idea, but I built onto it, anyway, with the idea that he was the future version of Cisco from The Once And Future Flash, who had somehow gotten thrown into the Iris Lives timeline when the Iris Dies timeline was erased.
And like, I didn't want Echo to be that Cisco—because the best thing about that episode/timeline is that future!Cisco is still the same caring and hopeful person as always—and I didn't even seriously think that he was him, but it was a fun theory to explore nonetheless. I had a whole long-ass post written about it in my drafts, going into how Echo doesn't have Vibe powers because he lost his hands, supported by the fact that Echo wears gloves in every scene he's in, and I figured he probably had breach psychosis, too, since he still had the dark matter in his DNA but couldn't access his powers. And all that, plus the fact that Breacher said none of Cisco's doppelgängers were scientists, and the way that Echo saying, "I'm not just 'some other' version of you," sounded like it was leading to a different kind of reveal, plus the maniacal laugh when he tells Cisco he killed Cynthia all added up so nicely in support of my theory—that is, until I rewatched the Cisco/Echo confrontation scene and saw that there is a brief moment where you see Echo's hands before he puts his gloves back on, and that killed the whole thing and I deleted the post without publishing it.
Then of course the DVDs came out and I learned that the thing that was changed about Echo was his motive, not where he came from, so we were all overthinking it, anyway. But I still think about that theory from time to time, and how it came so close to being plausible.
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findyourrp · 29 days
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hiya! 19 fem here, a bit worn out from playing male ccs and hunting for a few new rps! not doubling up at this time and hoping to play my own fem ocs or fem ccs :) mxf preferred but i'm open to fxf as well
**all characters will be played aged up, and i'd like to include mature topics, so please be 18+**
- potterverse (harry potter, tom riddle, ron weasley, dean thomas)
- hunger games (coriolanus snow, peeta mellark, haymitch abernathy, sejanus plinth)
- bbc sherlock (sherlock, john watson)
- cw the flash (barry allen, barry allen earth 2, cisco ramon)
- mgm's billy the kid (william h bonny "billy")
- marvel & spiderverse (peter parker, steve rogers, miles morales, hobie brown, spider noir)
ty !!
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harriscofics · 4 months
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Cuddle Bug
Cuddle Bug https://ift.tt/JtnkVMC by The_Devil_In_The_Details_666 “What do you mean, ‘sick’?” Harry pushed his head into Cisco’s hand with an adorable little noise of pleasure, then mumbled, “Cuddle bug.” “...Is that a joke?” Words: 475, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 19 of A Cultural Guide To Earth-2, by Cisco Ramon, Harry Wells, and Jesse Wells Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: Fluff, Sickfic, by the loosest definition of a sickfic at least, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/mCeE0Ps November 16, 2023 at 03:34PM
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ao3feed-westallen · 8 months
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Rectify
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKA6fqp
by gangsofart
Vague voices waft around him, he doesn’t know what’s going on, only one of them sounds familiar.
Some images distract him from the voices.
Beautiful cozy dreams of holding her in his arms or kissing her by the fireplace in their loft, tough heartwrenching nightmares of losing her with his own lightning or seeing her with his nemesis, coming back to his mind like returning to the torturous cycle he used to be in, remembering things he didn’t do any of.
Words: 2008, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Savitar (The Flash TV 2014), Khione (The Flash TV 2014), Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Caitlin Snow, Frost, Joe West, Bart Allen, Nora West-Allen, Wally West, Original Harrison Wells, Allegra Garcia, Cecile Horton, Chester P. Runk, Hunter Zolomon, Eddie Thawne, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, others - Character
Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West, Savitar/Iris West, Barry Allen/Savitar/Iris West, Caitlin Snow/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Jesse "Quick" Wells/Wally West, Cecile Horton/Joe West
Additional Tags: more will be added later - Freeform, Savitar Needs a Hug (The Flash TV 2014), Iris in love with both Barrys, Jealous Barry Allen, Alternate Ending, Resurrection
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IKA6fqp
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Always Check the Lost and Found
by Tarrin_Topaz
In the direct aftermath of the Dominators invasion, Barry struggles with the revelation of Snart's death. A coincidence provides a possible opportunity to save him.
Words: 19129, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English
Fandoms: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M
Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Lisa Snart, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Mick Rory, Sara Lance, Ray Palmer, Martin Stein
Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Sara Lance/Leonard Snart, Sara Lance/Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon/Lisa Snart, Barry Allen/Iris West
Additional Tags: Leonard Snart Lives, Fix-It, Recovery, Snark, Leonard & Lisa Snart Sibling Feels
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avatarskywalker78 · 5 months
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📖 + The Flash?
So far I have:
The Malcolm Thawne amnesia fic - an AU where Malcolm ends up being the one dying at the end of S1, but after being yanked through the singularity to Earth-3 his dormant meta powers activate and heal him but both the physical and mental trauma have done a number on his memory and he remembers nothing about who he is. Jay Garrick takes him under his wing and he slowly starts to remember fragments (namely that he had a brother), but there's a question mark over whether he'll ever regain all his memories or not.
A Ramon brothers fic set just after S1 - Dante, already worried about Cisco after the events of the S1 finale, becomes even more worried when Cisco becomes increasingly stressed over something (they talk and this is how he finds out Eowells murdered his brother in an alternate timeline)
The Theodore Thawne chronicles AKA why I might end up watching at S5 as well as S4, as S5 plays a big role. Theodore, having fled to Canada with his family after his powers manifested, finds out that his old childhood friend, Nora, has been visiting Eobard, realises this means nothing good, and also runs back to 2018/19 to try and get through to her - this series will be at least a few fics long with Theodore experiencing several timeline changes (notably going from Raised In A Bad Future to Raised In A Good Future) and will end up meeting his long-dead uncle Eddie in the last fic (though the last fic will mostly be from Eddie and Malcolm's POV)
Originally-a-flufftober-fic-before-I-changed-my-mind - a fairytale retelling of The Flash (with added Westhallen)
Eddie and Ronnie survive the events of S1 but no one realises that for months because they get yanked through to Earth-3 by the Singularity - Eddie takes some time to recover and Ronnie frets over him the whole time because he feels guilty over what happened, feeling that if he'd only gotten down there quicker Eddie wouldn't have had to shoot himself (and feeling even more guilty when it becomes clear that it was actually the combination of Eddie's depression and Eobard's words during the two week captivity). They eventually become good friends.
Send me 📖 + a fandom, and I’ll tell you a muse (or several muses) from this fandom I’ve thought about writing
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 7 months
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Jealousy Jealousy
by chantalis Barry asked you out while Iris was still dating Eddie, years later it's obvious that he'd rather be with her but he just won't admit it or let you go. This has been killing you for years and Savitar has pushed you past the point of no return- there is no ignoring the situation, your heartbreak, anymore. Words: 3145, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Reader, Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Wally West, Joe West, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Bruce Wayne, bruce wayne/reader - Character, Harley Quinn, Savitar (The Flash TV 2014) Relationships: Barry Allen/Reader, Barry Allen/Iris West Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Affair, Unrequited Love, Barry Allen/Iris West Bashing, Barry Allen Bashing, the bashing isn't anything personal I actually like them together I'm just in a mood via https://ift.tt/zWULqZB
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dailybarrycaitlin · 1 year
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100 Times a Therapist was needed
Read on the Ao3 here
by lilsflowerrr
this is a whole bunch of flash stories, requests are appreciated! enjoy!!
Words: 969, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Original Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow Child(ren), Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Joe West, Iris West, Henry Allen, Nora Allen, Cecile Horton, Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Harrison "Sherloque" Wells, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Garfield (Garfield)
Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Barry Allen/Iris West, Eddie Thawne/Iris West, Barry Allen/Felicity Smoak, Barry Allen/Linda Park, Sara Lance/Leonard Snart, Cisco Ramon & Caitlin Snow, Ronnie Raymond/Caitlin Snow, Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow
Additional Tags: S.T.A.R. Labs, Pre-Particle Accelerator Explosion (The Flash TV 2014), Particle Accelerator Explosion (Flash TV 2014), Central City Police Department, Central City, Star City
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rurousha · 1 year
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From Fox River to Central City, Ch 14/14
Chapter 14 - Epilogue
2 – Mayor Leonard Snart goes back to work, protecting the city he loves. And then something a little like this happens: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12868041.
4 – Captain Cold, retired, sees his youngest off to college. A few years later, world-wide meta-trafficking upsets the criminal world. Cold comes out of retirement, along with several of his old Rogues, to protect their meta kids and friends. Not a single meta kid goes missing from the streets of Central City.
16 – Captain Cold does, eventually, get his head out of his ass. He and Black Raven do what he meant to do years ago and form a better class of Rogue. The Flash never stood a chance.
19 – Captain Cold, Heatwave, and Golden Glider are never apprehended. However, their informants – the Flash, an enforcer named Frost, and a mid-level pencil pusher named Francisco Ramon – are eventually found out. The six of them flee south and live quite happily in a small country that on Earth-1 is called Panama.
22 – Leonard Snart and Mick Rory do what they have always done – survive. Sometimes, they meet up with five others so that Mick can do his whole hero thing (worst orgy ever), but otherwise just have a blast wherever they find themselves. At one point, they meet a masked vigilante named Commander Cold breaking prisoners out of Krung the Face Crusher’s slave pens. He looks an awful lot like Barry Allen.
27 – Len and Mickey patch things up and continue the good fight against the evil Crime Syndicate.
30 – Michael Scofield and Cisco Ramon do a lot of therapy until one day they decide to confront The Company. That story has yet to be told.
53 – Leo and Ray do battle with politics and diplomacy, though they sometimes miss the simplicity of guns and superpowers.
~
Earth-29
Sara Tancredi remains employed at Fox River. She and her father stay off The Company’s radar.
Fernando Sucre finishes his time at Fox River. He may or may not work things out with Maricruz, but he at least gets to be in his daughter’s life.
Benjamin Franklin completes his sentence at Fox River. He eventually has a massive fight with his wife, but his daughter never has to see either of her parents arrested.
Charles Westmoreland does not get to see his daughter before she dies, but he lives to attend her funeral.
During the investigation into the break out, Brad Bellick’s corruption is uncovered, and he is fired. Henry Pope resigns, but the lack of violence in the break out means he doesn’t hold a grudge towards Michael.
David Apolskis is never transferred to Avocado’s cell.
Charles Patoshik, Theodore Bagwell, and John Abruzzi remain incarcerated at Fox River. The world is (mostly) safer for it.
The manhunt for Michael and Lincoln is short-lived due to the complete lack of clues or sightings. Alexander Mahone is never called into the case. He remains under The Company’s thumb, but he doesn’t get in nearly as deep. His son is never tortured to death.
Aldo Burrows does what he can to damage The Company. Christina Rose Scofield executes her coup against General Krantz. Both are considerably more successful without their children complicating things. Whether The Company ends up better or worse is up to interpretation, but Christina at least stops any attempts to hunt down her son. Michael and Lincoln never learn any of this.
Fox River State Penitentiary becomes known as the fourth most cursed prison in Illinois.
Leonard Michael Snart, Mitchell Lincoln Rory, Lincoln Joseph Rory, and Victoria Davis will return in “Coldflash in Panama”.
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purpleyin · 3 years
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austarus · 3 years
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HR Wells x Reader - Reversal of Denouement
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A low groan left HR's lips. His body felt numb, his chest ached - tingled as his heart beats steadily. Is it beating? The darkness of his eyelids eased the stinging coming from his mind – it wasn’t so bright. The headache formed there. His body screamed at him as the novelist made the slightest of movement. His left shoulder in particular had protested in desperate agony. He couldn’t move it very much, the area succumbed to restraints of some sort. HR’s throat felt raw as his body throbbed, the blood coursing meticulously through his blood vessels. The sound of a soft voice greeted his ears, but his eyes refused to open.
"I... you, HR... even if... see it." The voice was so familiar, so gentle. So sweet. "Should... better." A drop of water hit his numbed hand, static still prominent there from the little movement his body had done. “I wish…” The dark-haired doppelganger could only understand fragments of what the speaker was saying. He felt a pressure on his hand, tender skin holding onto his before something tickled his forehead. Feather-light. What was it? Who was it? A few moments passed and he heard nothing, the novelist only assumed that the voice’s owner had left. He didn’t want to be alone right now though, not with the darkness.
It had become unbearable.
Since... Since when did…? How...? Oh. Right. Savitar... Am I dead? Is this where spirits wait for their turn to pass into their designated afterlife? Have I really...? Events from earlier resurfaced to his mind, his senses coming together. Right, had to protect Iris. For Barry – it was my fault Savitar had gotten to her. My big mouth. Even if Barry didn't really see me as a helpful friend. At least... At least I proved Savitar wrong, who ironically is a version of Barry. That's hella twisted. He huffed out a breath before venturing back into the calmness of sleep. Maybe a little more rest will help?
***
HR cracked an eye open: this time, harsh filtered light had greeted him. The novelist grunted in pain, adjusting himself slightly to assess where he was. What day was it? What was the time? How long have I  been here? A yawn left his lips this time, his throat and mouth as dry as a desert.
“Well look who finally decided to wake up?” HR’s eyes met Cisco’s, who stood with a tablet in hand. “How’s sleeping beauty feeling?”
The Wells doppelganger cleared his throat. “Like I’ve gotten assaulted by an Amtrack bus, and not the good kinds.” HR’s baby blue eyes scanned the room, landing on the flower vase that was set on a table near him. Blue forget-me-knots and pink hydrangeas stood proudly in their vases, nurtured well. HR felt his heart swell, his eyes not daring to leave the delicate petals that accented the med bay in better tones. Cisco handed him a cup of water to which HR downed it immediately.
“Amtrack does trains.”
“Not on my Earth, Francisco.” The author couldn’t help but ask, his eyes lingering on the flowers once more. “Did Tracy bring those?”
Cisco pursed his lips, an odd look present on his face. He wanted to tell HR, but… “No. Um, she didn’t.” Tracy had been visiting, though it had become some sort of a nuisance to all her complaining at this point. She hadn’t even known HR for that long, anyway.
“Oh?” His shoulders dropped subtly in disappointment. “They’re beautiful, I was just wondering and…”
“Let’s just say, a special someone’s been… dropping by and bringing a new flower each day. That’s all you’re getting from me, Aurora.” Cisco reasoned with the Wells doppelganger. The mechanical genius knew, but it wasn’t his place to say. It killed him, but… “I wouldn’t move around too much, if I were you. You’ve got a fractured shoulder and that chest wound. I’ve been told to relay the message that you’re to be on strict bed rest until that shoulder further heals.” HR lowered his gaze to see the cross-body sling. He clenched his slinged hand and unclenched it to bring some feeling into the limb.
“What about my chest?”
“Miraculously, that’s been healing really well since day one.” Cisco kept the talk real, showing the injured doppelganger the schematics and pictures. “You got lucky that it missed your heart by a centimeter.” A stab wound like that should have… I wonder if she knows that I know.
HR blinked at the seriousness in his injury, the looming idea of death from his decision. “How long was I out?”
“A week and a half.”
“What?” HR’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I-”
“HR!” Tracy’s sudden voice pierced the room, stunning Cisco and triggering an ache in HR’s head. The grad scientists shuffled over to him, both forgetting that Cisco was in the room. “HR, my love, how are you? Are you feeling okay? Is there any pain?” He continued checking his friend’s vitals and adjusting dosages to the IV and morphine administered – as per your request. The room was growing ever louder with HR and Tracy. Tracy embraced him, minding his injuries as she continued to fuss over him. It made the Wells writer smile, yet… his heart didn’t swell as much as it used to.
Odd.
Cisco sent you a quick text while the two were preoccupied, but you were already at the Labs. You stopped just outside the entrance, the wall and dimly light hallway obscuring you from who remained in the med bay. They wouldn’t be able to see you from where you stood.  A shaky breath left you as you clutched the Freesia flower in hand. Your heart shriveled in your chest as you backtracked. Hearing his voice is enough. After all, with Tracy around you couldn’t be near him – those dirty and hateful looks she’d send you. Best to keep my distance, I guess. You couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him though, the man who had unknowingly captured your heart and would never reciprocate your love. You pushed down the lump in your throat. Hastily, you sent Cisco a text to check on the flowers. Silently, you trailed away from the med bay and to the upper levels of STAR Labs. I wonder if he liked the flowers. Standing at such altitude with the wind blowing lightly had calmed you a bit. Looking down at the flower, you gripped it tightly before you began to pick off the petals one by one. The little moments you had with the goofy novelist surfaced to the forefront of your mind with each petal you held. Your little curious escapades. The little talks. The nights you’d visit him when Tracy wasn’t around.
“He loves me, he loves me not,” You murmured, a stray tear trickled down your cheek. The freesia symbolizes unconditional love and honor. “He loves me, he loves me not,” Your voice cracked as more tears fell. “He loves me, he loves me not…”
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A frown presented itself on HR’s lips as he tilted his head to crack his neck. The crack relieved him tremendously. It didn’t make sense. The novelist mused to himself, setting aside the current chapter draft he was working on. The voice I heard was… different. It didn’t sound like Tracy’s. HR couldn’t get that voice out of his mind – the tenderness that was laced in the tone of that voice. Nothing like the slight shrill in Tracy’s. He eyed the flowers once more that day, their presence was prominent. If Tracy hadn’t brought those, then who had?
The team had helped situate HR in his room in order to vacate the med bay should another imminent event occur. He had overheard Cisco tell Wally that you were preoccupied with something in Star City – a bit of disappointment twinged inside him. HR had taken up doing bits of physical therapy for the rest of his body without moving his shoulder as much. His shoulder and arm remained in a crossbody sling. The flowers sat on his bedside counter; he tended to them as best as he could with the limited movement he had. Tracy protested that they don’t need to be around, but the novelist was vehement on keeping the plants. HR won’t deny the fact that he had gotten annoyed several times with her around when he needed thinking space for his writing. He couldn’t write with noise and nonsensical chatter, especially if it’s mainly coming from someone who doesn’t want to really listen to his input. She’d go on and on about her scientific research and such, but wouldn’t hear a word from HR regarding his writing. The longer the novelist was confined to his room for rest, the more he had time to think – to contemplate. Yes, he liked Tracy, but… it just seemed that she didn’t really see HR. She does all the talking; she doesn’t really ask about how I feel about things or ask me about my life, even things about Earth-19… It’s like she doesn’t see me for anything other than a pretty face. It’s not even my face that Tracy sees, just Randolph’s. Was I too quick to jump at the first person who showed interest in me? Had I rushed into ‘forever’ with her?
He tabled those thoughts for now. HR reached for his laptop; one hand opened it to start it up. While the device loaded, he grabbed his black-clear glasses and set them on his face. If anyone saw him as such, they wouldn’t be able to tell the physical difference between him and his handsome, yet grumpy doppelganger. Except for the eyebrow scar, but that was obscured by the glasses. HR did a couple of searches with a concentrated look. Surely, it was the person with that… angel-like voice.
“Hydrangeas,” HR whispered as his eyes skimmed over the text that had popped up. “The hydrangea represents gratitude, grace and beauty. It also radiates abundance because of the lavish number of flowers and the generous round shape. Its colors symbolize love, harmony and peace.” The Wells doppelganger scrolled further. “Pink hydrangeas symbolize heartfelt emotions.” Interesting. HR continued his research, glancing at the other flower type that resting in the vase. “Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts. They are also considered a symbol of fidelity and faithfulness.” A particular link caught his eye, he clicked on it. The novelist read to himself the text once more, “Based on Christian lore, the story about forget-me-nots is that God was walking in the Garden of Eden. He saw a blue flower and asked it its name. The flower was a shy flower and whispered that he had forgotten his name. God renamed the flower as forget-me-not saying that He will not forget the flower.”
HR swallowed thickly; contrary to popular belief around here, he wasn’t stupid. Sure, he wasn’t a science-based genius, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an expert on other aspects of life and had basic common sense. The author was emotionally intelligent and intact with the world around him. These flowers weren’t picked out on accident. But who would do that? Who doesn’t want me to forget about them? The dark-haired man shook his head slightly as he shut his laptop. A surge of sadness welled inside him at the notion of ‘being forgotten’. Who had he done that to? He’d get to the bottom of this mystery in due time. Right now, I need to jog my memory on what I was writing. A hand found a rough draft paper, his eyes scanned over the words he had typed out. His brows creased as the written notes he’d made on the paper as well. (Y/N) … I had… What had I been writing about again? The novelist read each line, each note he had made no drafts and scratch paper.
The hairs at the back of his neck stood up as realization hit him the more he had read on. The drafts, the notes, all of it – the little novel he had been writing regarding his adventures. But this particular part of his story – the ‘angel’ in his story. The one who stuck by him since coming here, the one who had given him a safe space… And the one he hadn’t seen since waking up. How could he forget? HR lowered the paper; his eyes became half-lidded as guilt shot through him. Before Barry had gone to the future and gotten hints of Tracy with her Speed Bazooka, HR had been working on his book. A book that he had pushed off to stick with Tracy and help in any way that he can to make the speed weapon possible. He had gotten distracted from doing the things he loves. A few conjectures arose in his mind as he slipped his glasses off, one arm end pressed to his lips. His heart hammered into his chest; you were among the last faces he had seen before passing out that night.
The irony. How could I forget that (Y/N) was the ‘angel’ in my story?
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“Look at you, up and at ‘em.” Cisco strolled into the lounge with a cheeky grin. The mechanical genius didn’t take HR for granted anymore, not with the stunt he pulled. No, Cisco willingly checked up on him – not just for you, but for himself. HR had truly become one of his close friends in the end, especially with all the advice about Gypsy. “What are you cooking up this time?”
“Just an omelet with a side of bacon and toast, Francisco,” HR turned to the mechanical engineer who continued to tinker away at the schematics to get Barry out of the Speedforce. He offered Cisco some with a gesture only for the scientist to politely decline. “I haven’t seen (Y/N) anywhere. Um, is she also…?”
“Oh, you know how she’s like. Either up in the vents or chilling in her birds’ nest on the roof. And on that note, our resident hummingbird has become quite the firecracker.”
HR raised an eyebrow at his friend. “How so?”
“She punched Savitar square in the face then decked him multiple times over when Barry brought him in. Harry had to be the one to pull her away – well, more like carry her away kicking and screaming bloody murder at him. It sounded badass; wish I had been there to see it.”
The Wells doppelganger gritted his teeth at the mental image of Harry carrying you – touching you. The thought ruffled his feathers for some reason.  HR expertly masked his irritation, turning the stove off and assembling the food on his plate. “Why?”
“Because he hurt you, HR.”
“…”
“He almost killed you.” And that was unforgivable, especially to her. “We almost lost you. She almost lost you.”
A rough sigh escaped HR as Cisco had sent him a knowing look before exiting the STAR Labs lounge. The Earth-19 man chewed on the inside of his cheek. Only a fool would misunderstand Cisco’s subtle intentions. HR knew what he had to do – he’d been reflecting on his time here, thinking about the people around him, about the relationships he’s formed. The novelist glanced outside – the sun shined, the birds chirped, and the trees rustled with the wind. 
And the world continues to move on.
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“When are you going to tell him?”
“…” You tensed at the abrupt voice. You snapped your head up, eyes darting to find Cisco approaching you with pocketed hands in his gray-black jacket. He wore a Bulbasaur shirt. The clouds surged by with the intensity of the breeze. Your hair blew over your shoulders slightly. Tilting your head, you turned back to watch the city. Days had passed and you refused to see HR, content on what Cisco had been telling you. He’d been recovering tremendously well, but… you didn’t really want to hear about what he and Tracy were up to. It wounded you. “Tell who, what?”
“You know exactly who I’m talking about, Ms. I’m-going-to-put-my-feelings-in-a-box.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ohohohoho, no. I am tired of the love eyes, the lingering gazes, the pining. It ends.” Your best friend came to sit down next to you with that frustrated look on his face. “I know you have powers.” Your heart stopped in your chest at his accusation. “I know you used your powers to heal HR.” You bit down on your lip, not wanting to validate his statement. Cisco saw “I analyzed the wounds, looked at his healing at a microscopic level. I’m not Caitlin, but even I can pick up a few things. His cells were excelled to heal, but there were residues of your genetic markers at the wound point. You stitched his wounds together, cell-by-cell. My point is: why didn’t you say anything? Your powers are a-”
“-A curse.”
“What?”
“They’re a curse.” You threw a hard look at Cisco, making sure your hands wouldn’t touch him. “I can’t be playing God, Cisco. And… it’s unpredictable, volatile. I could either heal the life in my hands or take it away. I could rip someone ‘cell-by-cell’, Cisco. There’s no ‘in between’, not this time. He got lucky with my powers. He got lucky I didn’t make things 100% irreversible.”
“But why didn’t you say anything?” Cisco eyed the gloves you wore; it wasn’t the season for leather gloves.
“Because I didn’t want to give anyone false hope.”
“You don’t want to give yourself false hope, you mean.”
“…I can’t even heal a plant, Cisco. No matter how hard I tried, it wilted further. It’s a curse.”
“That’s not guaranteed every time, you know. It takes practice – discipline to get your powers to work with you instead of for you.” He nudged your shoulder with his, turning his gaze to the flock of birds drifting through the wind. “You know, he broke up with Tracy.”
“Ok?”
“Happened a week ago. She didn’t take it well and let me tell you. Tracy Brand was livid – the rage and yelling were off the charts. I think she has Harry beat. I knew it wasn’t going to last anyway, it was too superficial to begin with.”
“Uh huh.” You tried to sound uninterested, but deep down you were relieved. You heard a little ring in your ear. You wondered…
“She’s gone, won’t be coming here anymore.
“Ok.”
“So, go make your move.”
You turned abruptly to face him. “Cisco, have you thought that maybe HR doesn’t want to dive into a relationship right away? That… maybe he needs space to focus on himself?” All were things you had contemplated for yourself before.
“And what better way to do that than with a new roommate.”
“Excuse me?”
“Surprise, you’re getting a temporary roommate while we fully fix up things around the labs. I volunteered you since you have the space and the patience to deal with HR.” Your blood froze in your veins.
“Francisco Ramon, I am going to-”
“-Thank me, you’re going to thank me.” He had already breached away before you had the chance to strangle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the idea of HR living with you, even if it was a temporary living arrangement. You scolded your heart for beating loudly in your chest. One hand gripped tightly to your other. An audible sigh escaped you as your mind played with the idea.
Shit, what am I going to do?
***Day 1***
Cisco blew out an exhausted breath, setting down another box on top of a box in the guest room. You and the mechanical genius had been breaching back and forth with HR’s things as said novelist was crippled. His arm would take about another four weeks to heal. About 20 percent of shoulder fractures are displaced and may require some type of manipulation to restore normal anatomy. Occasionally the rotator cuff muscles are injured or torn at the same time as the fracture. Fortunately for HR, his rotator cuff muscles weren’t as damaged. This can further complicate the treatment. Therefore, in that time, HR would just be handling the lighter stuff, bless his heart. The novelist entered the room with his black backpack slung over his functioning shoulder – it was the last thing that he could carry.
“I think there’s one more box left,” HR pointed with his thumb towards his back direction, the breach closing behind him.
“I’ll go get it, not a problem. Why don’t you two get started on unpacking, huh?” HR shrugged with one shoulder and stepped away to set his bag down by the bed. Cisco threw a cheeky look your way when HR had his back turned, his eyebrows wiggling. ‘Have fun love birds,’ the scientist had mouthed at you. You flicked him off with a deadpanned look. Instantly you dropped it when the Wells doppelganger turned as Cisco snickered before he breached away. He gave you a confused look, but you waved it off.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For allowing me to stay obviously. And for all the help since I’m, well, a bit tangled up at the moment.”
He was referring to the cross-body sling that clung onto him like a spider. HR rubbed the back of his neck, and you didn’t miss the way his bicep flexed at the motion in that gray short-sleeve shirt. Calm the fuck down, it’s just a toned muscle. You’ve seen things like that before.  The puppy-like smile HR sent you had your cheeks warming up. The gentle smile that made your heart melt all over again. You cleared your throat as you reached for a box. “It’s no big deal, HR.” Undoing the tape seal with scissors, you opened the box- and the first thing you see are a pair of handcuffs accompanied by a silky black blindfold.
“What’s in the box?”
A little noise left you as you shut the flaps of the box, trying to seal it again. The flaps remained downward in the box. “Nope, nothing. Just some clothes here. I’m going to get that one box from the living room.” You had backtracked right into the door, your nose throbbed in response at the collision. “Ow,” you muttered to yourself, rubbing the skin.
“You ok?”
“I’m fine,” your response was quick, but not rude. A deep chuckle made its way to your ears as you scrambled out the room, your heart hammering in your chest. Your thoughts scolded you for being so awkward and flustered around him. Be cool, just chill out… The man you’re hopelessly in love with is just living with you temporarily, it’s not like anything will amount from this. You picked up the last box in the living room, hoping that just clothes would be in here and not anymore kink toys. I mean… I have toys, too. AW SHIT, I HAVE TO HIDE THEM!
HR’s eyes never left you as you made your panicked exit. He let out a little breath before shuffling over to the box you had been attending to. Immediately, he face-palmed hard when he had opened it with one hand. His face felt impossibly hot at what you had seen. She must think I’m an idiot or something. His mind thought back to when you helped him shop for some new clothes then it had gotten ruined from a meta. His hand fell away from his face, the image of your kind grin imprinted in his mind. I am an idiot, though. A fool.
Once Cisco returned, you three continued unpacking HR’s things for the time he’d spend here. The labs were still in ‘piss-poor’ shape according to Cisco and that he’ll need to consult with Harry and Wally regarding repairs.
“HR, how are you showering?”
“Um, like a normal person?” A dumbfounded look crossed HR’s features as he set the plate of sandwiches down. The novelist had knitted his eyebrows at Cisco. He had taken up to experimenting in the kitchen when he wasn’t writing. The tea and coffee were still brewing in your kitchen.
“No, I mean with how your shoulder is injured,” Cisco snuck an evil look at you, you returned it with a glare, “must be hard handling it alone.” You knew exactly where this dumbass wanted to take this conversation, so you stayed silent as to not get caught in the crossfire.
HR thought to himself for a moment. “Just a bit, but I’ve gotten used to the mild discomforts and pain. I can mostly reach everything thanks to my long limbs. But I think the nice thing is that it’s an internal issue, not an external one. An external injury or wound would require me to really have help with showering that way the area doesn’t get infected or irritated with the contents of soaps.” A laugh fell from his lips, but his mind wondered what his friend was playing at while you were around.
“I’m just saying, if you ever need a hand well,” Cisco trailed off with a smirk, chomping on his third sandwich.
Oh, I see. Devious, but a futile effort. “I’ll make sure you’re the first one I ask for help,” HR teased with a smirk of his own for Cisco to drop his in disgust. A cough escaped you, which had HR’s eyes land on you. Your eyes met for a moment before you deviated your gaze. HR felt hypnotized for a moment. Hm… The engineer quickly recovered from HR’s snide remark.
“Alright kids, I’ll be going now. The labs require some diligent work that I, a capable and distinguished engineer, could only do.”
“Yet, we still have the occasional security issues,” You sipped your tea once the snarky comment was out. HR stifled a chuckle, but you heard it. The corners of your mouth lifted slightly at the notion.
“Hey, that’s not fair. They always come up with something new to invade our space by.” Cisco pointed a finger at you, mocking a hurtful expression on his face. It dropped into a sneaky smile. “Make good choices and always use protection, you two!” He breached away before you could throw your cup at him.
***Multiple Days Pass***
Through his time here, you noticed HR fueled to write what’s on his mind in the guest room. You could only assume that he continued his adventure story. Sometimes he would venture out for some coffee or take a walk to give his creativity a break. Keeping that in mind, you gave HR the space he needed as well as all noises to a minimum. You knew he liked the quiet atmosphere to pour his heart and soul into words as he did research for a scene. Pulling your jacket on, you compiled a list of groceries before you stepped out of your apartment. Locking the door, you headed out to the store picking up a few necessities as well as some snacks for HR. Like Harry, the novelist can easily lose himself in his task – which meant that he tended to forget about eating and such. You found a bag of Jitters coffee beans, adding it to your cart of items. Buying some snacks and fruit, you’d leave a note in the kitchen of the snacks when he emerged from his writing cave.
On the way back, you stopped by at Iris’ studio to check up on her. A few groceries for her as well were in hand. Cecile and you did your best to visit Iris. But you can’t deny that you blamed her to a certain extent. Had she spoken up once she had left Savitar’s place disguised as HR, HR wouldn’t have been hurt that night on Infantino Street. Surely, she could have contacted her father or Cisco or something. The transition could have been smoother. HR wouldn’t have been… The journalist was faring; she pushed through the pain and as Barry had told her ‘to keep living’. So, Iris did. She hadn’t been herself since Barry went into the Speedforce – she pushed too much, the smile wouldn’t reach her eyes sometimes. You sympathized; she lost the love of her life. But you almost had too.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine, just… taking it one day at a time.” You nodded at her response, a small smile on your face. “How are things with you and HR? I heard of the temporary living conditions.”
“It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m in my bubble and he’s in his doing his writing.”
“Right. Nothing going on whatsoever?”
“Iris.”
Iris set her cup of hot chocolate down and raised both hands in mock defeat. “We all saw it. We all see it.”
“See what?”
“How smitten you are for him.”
“I’m not-”
“-Don’t say you’re not. If you weren’t you, Harry wouldn’t have to pry you off Savitar before you clawed his eyes out.”
“…” You just looked into your tea, the honey that settled at the bottom. Iris placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, but you didn’t look at her.
“The heart will want what it wants, (Y/N). Pushing your feelings into a box and denying it out loud won’t change things.”
“I know.”
And my heart wants him, over and over again. Even if he can’t see me.
***
HR tapped his pencil against the desk at a steady pace. His mind wouldn’t focus on the words in front of him, on the scene he wanted to set. Instead, it kept drifting further from it. Further towards you: your eyes, your smile, the kindness that you held; the serenity that your existence held as the world continued to turn and chaos had unfolded at each turn. HR didn’t see much of you while he was here, the novelist missed your company. You were here, but you weren’t really here. You were either in your room or at the balcony with a book or on the couch with your Switch. He didn’t want to bother you, but… sometimes HR just wanted to sit beside you and pull you close to talk. To hold you in his arms and ask you about your day, to understand what you were thinking. HR cracked his back in a stretch from where he sat on his bed, being mindful of his injured shoulder. It didn’t hurt as it had originally done a few weeks back. The Wells doppelganger noticed that you were careful to avoid touching him or him touching you. Not even a hug that you used to graciously give him. You were especially guarded with your hands. A rough sigh left him as he threw his pencil down. The frustration was setting in, he was getting nowhere. You consumed his thoughts. HR wondered if you were revolted by him but doesn’t verbalize his thoughts to you. He didn’t think you’d give him your truthful answer. Maybe she is revolted by me. She did find the cuffs and the blindfold… No, she knew about the cuff stage thing well before that.
The sound of the front door greeted his ears followed by the soft tune of music. A frown made its way onto his face. Might as well take a break. HR stretched once more when he fully stood up, a little noise of relief left his lips. He cracked his back once more before smelling himself. For safe measure, the novelist sprayed a bit of cologne on himself and turned off the candle he had on. He mentally noted to take a shower after dinner since his last was yesterday. He liked the feeling of being clean, to be honest. HR carded a hand through his hair. I need a haircut soon, too. Yeesh, I feel like I’m letting myself go. Once I’m all healed it’s back to proper cuts and the labs’ recreation room. He wanted to go back to lifting weights and doing yoga for body stability purposes – especially now because of his shoulder. HR rested a hand on his chest, the wound had healed completely, but a scar remained. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw the groceries on the table and heard you whisper along with the lyrics. The music was set to a low level that your whispers were audible enough. He watched you sway a bit with the tune.
So please don't break my heart
Don't tear me apart
I know how it starts
Trust me I've been broken before
Don't break me again
I am delicate
Please don't break my heart
Trust me I've been broken before
The guitar tune pulled at his heart, feeling the raw emotion behind the lyrics. He eyed you for a moment. HR cleared his throat to make his presence known, he knew you didn’t like to be snuck up on. However, a little gasp left you from where you were. “You went out shopping?”
You looked up from where you crouched to put away the cereal. “Uh yeah, we were running low on some stuff.” You shut the cabinet and went to the other items you had bought. The music continued to delicately play.
“Need any help?”
“Um, sure. Uh, just set these into the cabinet on the left.” Normal, be normal. He’s not going to eat you or anything. Distance is good. Distance keeps you safe. You didn’t meet his eyes, the eyes that’d pull you in and never let you out – your heart shook with him here and the song that played. You were hoping HR wouldn’t come out while you prepped dinner to have a sort of peace of mind. The next song played before you could stop it-
My last made me feel like I would never try again
But when I saw you, I felt something I never felt
Come closer, I'll give you all my love
If you treat me right, baby, I'll give you everything
“I like this song,” HR started as he was finishing up with putting his side of the groceries away. Another guitar-like song that brought out the soft feelings of love and rejection. HR mused to himself if fate had planned this out. If this was some sort of sign or a cruel joke… You had stopped yourself from clicking the button to skip the song at his comment. You don’t know what possessed you to let him indulge in another song that you’ve cried to late at night. “Hey, I can cook dinner tonight. I have something I’ve been wanting to try. I’m not that crippled so I can manage with a few cookware.” HR chuckled to himself, a goofy grin on his face. Your heart leapt in your chest; his grin caused a small smile to pull at your lips. “You can wash up first?”
You swallowed thickly, your eyes meeting his icy blues. You felt your cheeks warm up slightly as the nerves crawled up your spine. “Oh, ok. Cool, yeah. Can’t wait to see what you cook up.” You nodded, ducking your head away and shuffling out of the kitchen with that shy smile on your face. You missed the longing look he had sent you as you fastened your steps to head to your room.
God I love that smile. What goes on in that little head of yours? We used to be so close… before Tracy came into the picture. HR pulled out the spices and the chicken breast. He shook his head and proceeded to prep the food with his one useful hand. I need to consult Francisco.
***
“We need to talk,” HR’s voice broke the silence in the side lab of the Cortex. He had breached to the labs using the Breach Extrapolator after he had showered and such. His damp hair was pushed back in HR’s normal style.
“About what?” Cisco raised a concerned eyebrow at the writer, stopping what he had been doing.
“(Y/N).”
A nervous laugh left Cisco as he went back to attempting to make the necessary modifications to the Speed Bazooka. Tracy was reluctant to help the mechanical engineer after the breakup. “What about (Y/N)?” Cisco put down his screwdriver. “Did you do something weird to her?”
“What? No! I- we used to be closer. We always talked, we’d hang out after a long day here at the labs.”
“Uh huh.”
“And, maybe it’s just me, but things have changed.”
“How so?” Cisco was wondering what conclusion HR was leading himself to.
“Things changed when Tracy came into the picture.”
Cisco made a little ‘o’ with his mouth with a little nod before closing it. He pushed a rough sigh past his lips, he was getting really tired of this puppy love game. “Why do you think that?”
“Francisco, she flinches when I get close – almost when I touch her… Does she hate me?”
“I think you and I know the answer to that one. But I think the real question should be: Why do you care so much? Why does it bother you? Do you love her, HR?”
The novelist tensed a bit. “…” HR pursed his lips as Cisco walked around the table that the speed weapon was mounted on. Blueprints were scattered on one table while the glass board held variables and equations he could not decipher. “What?”
“I said what I said,” the mechanical genius smoothly responded. One look at HR and Cisco knew that he was baffled by his forward words. But they needed to be said. “Now run along and use that head of yours to think about what your heart wants. Barry isn’t going to get himself out of the Speedforce.”
***
Cisco’s words mulled through HR’s mind as he breached back to your apartment’s living room.  Only the lamp light on the side table was on. HR’s eyes landed on you, who laid on the couch with the book you had been reading on the back ledge of the couch. The novelist took off his shoes and set down his bag. He had detoured to the bookstore, looking for the next installment of your current book. The Wells doppelganger had assumed you didn’t buy it yet as it was vacant from your bookshelf. The gentle giant stepped silently closer to you; the dim light cast over you like a glow. There were slight bags under your eyes. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Spotting a large and fluffy blanket near, HR grabs it and lays it on top of you. He remembered you mentioned to him prior that you easily get cold, especially at night. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, HR contemplated something before his body moved impulsively. The novelist placed a gentle kiss on your forehead; his lips lingered for a few more seconds. Pulling back, HR watched your chest rise and fall.  He turned the light off and stumbled over to his room with his phone light guiding him. He knew what he was going to write. Cisco’s question pestered him enough though.
Do you love her, HR?
HR took one look out his door before shutting it, his heart squeezed tightly in his chest as he whispered, “Goodnight, my angel.” Only the shadows that lingered were a witness to the fondness laced in those simple words.
***
You woke up with a start, you hand instantly smacking right into your chest. Heavy breaths left you as your nerves were in overdrive. Cold sweat beaded your skin as you gasp for air. It was another night terror – the same one for a few weeks now; a new way in which you caused HR’s death. Swallowing thickly, you screw your eyes tightly shut and whisper the mantra that calmed you down. After a few minutes, you started to regain control of your breathing – the thoughts that ravaged your mind finally ceased like the tides subsiding after a tsunami. You blinked languidly, hating nights like these. They weren’t rare, but they weren’t an uncommon occurrence. Deciding that you needed to step out for some air, you did so with the intent of getting a glass of water from the kitchen. Your fingers found the lights for the dimmers in your room, setting it to its lowest setting for you to see yourself out.
Cracking the door open, you were instantly met with the scene of HR passed out on the couch again. He’s been doing that for around two weeks now, the couch his new base of operations. His mouth was slightly open as little snores escaped him. A lovestruck smile crossed your features at the sight. Papers were littered around him, on the ground, and on the tables. Must be the manuscript he’s working on for his final draft. I hope I can read it at some point. Coming back from the kitchen with the water in hand you couldn’t help but stop to admire the sight. You noticed the glasses still perched on his face. Moving as silent as a ninja, you inched closer to pull off the glasses from his face. They’ll break if he keeps them on while he sleeps. Then he won’t see for shit when reading things. You nibbled on your bottom lip as your eyes drifted to the papers. One peek won’t hurt anyone. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Seating yourself on the ground, you leaned your back against the foundation of the couch. You were opposite to where HR’s upper body was. If there were any telltale signs of him waking, you’d hightail out before he could fully wake up and process what you were doing. Picking up a small stack, you started sifting through them. Your mind became engrossed with the words – the beginnings of the story he had spun about his adventures as to how he came to Earth-1. Then… mentions of an angel eluded you. It couldn’t be Tracy, could it? I know they broke up, but… on the other hand, it doesn’t mean that he can’t say that she was his angel at the time. Like a character development thing leading to their break up?? Well fuck, I don’t even think he’d mention such a personal thing in his book. I know I wouldn’t… would I? I don’t know. A little smile danced at your lips while you read on about the synonymous things regarding Team Flash that you failed to notice HR rouse from sleep.
“Do you like it?” Lethargy intertwined his words. A stunned noise left you as you clutched the papers. You turned to see HR rubbing his eyes before gazing at you.
I could get lost in those eyes if I stared too long.
“Uh, yeah, its- it’s really good,” you stuttered, setting the papers down in your lap. Embarrassment of getting caught gripped you. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I don’t mind you taking a peek. I don’t have anything to be ashamed of in it.” HR shifted his lithe body to sit next to you on the ground.
“Oh.”
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“No.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“It’s not that important, I’ll be ok.”
“If you say so,” HR’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I’m here if you want to talk.” You nodded at him, whispering a little thank you. HR ran a hand over his knee, he took a glimpse at you who stared at the papers. He noticed what chapter you hand been reading – the angel was making an appearance in the story. The hair at the back of his neck stood while you thumbed the words on the paper back in forth, just lost in your mind. Your hair was messy from sleep, the bags under your eyes were still there. It killed him how you wouldn’t confide in him anymore. But he didn’t push you. You would open up to him if you wanted to or not, even if he wanted you to do so as so his mind can be at ease with knowing what’s going on with you. Cisco’s question sprang up in his mind once more before he licked his lips, his eyes watching you. “I do.”
You gave HR a strange look. I do, what?
“Tracy wasn’t her.” Realization struck HR the more you whispered with him.
“Huh??”
“I heard this voice before I woke up.” The novelist fully turned to you with intense eyes, the enlightenment in them – the fire that burned brightly. “The tenderness in it could rival any tasteful delight in the multiverse.”
“A voice?”
“Mm, it made me think that only a heavenly deity would have such a voice.” You remained silent as he spoke. “I never got to hear that voice since my coma… until now?”
You tensed at what he was insinuating. “Now?”
“How could I forget?”
“I-I don’t understand.”
“How could I forget about you?” The baritone huskiness in his voice made you melt with the way he said those words. You swallowed, trying to calm the butterflies that raged in the pit of your stomach. “The flowers that were left – beautiful, delicate, yet meaningful. You left those after visiting me.”
“…”
She didn’t deny it. “But you never visited when I was awake because of Tracy.”
“She hates me.”
“And I was too blind to see that until I broke up with her, she threw quite a fit.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because you must have loved her so much that it would be hard to let go.” She was your angel, after all.
“She didn’t even know me. Truly know me.”
“… Did she hurt you?”
“Slightly, but the bruise is gone.” You and he were silent for a moment. Only the sound of a distant car horn was heard from the streets. “You didn’t deny it.”
“Deny what?”
“The flowers, the visit…” HR licked his lips as a rough breath left him. His nerves were climbing, but he needed to do this. “Cisco told me what you did to Savitar when you saw him. How angry you were that Harry had to pry you off him – I was so angry.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t know then… but I know now.”
“And?”
“Tracy was never the one written in my story – she didn’t care. She didn’t see me for anything other than a pretty face obsessed with coffee. You did.” HR tucked your hair behind your ear, carefully gauging your reaction. He saw how you tried not to flinch away from him. “Do you hate me?” He asked as he retracted a hand from you, happy that he was at least getting through to you.
“Never could I feel such a way towards you.” You hesitated for a moment before testing the waters. You started to explain, “I- the night you were stabbed by Savitar I… I just broke. I pushed Tracy away, I had Barry rush you back to the labs. You were dying, unconscious on the gurney and… I got to work trying to resuscitate you. I had Cisco take care of Tracy while I worked, I needed space to think clearly, but I couldn’t. When- when the others were preoccupied with Iris’ appearance, I used these powers.” It was now or never. “I was desperate. Your life was hanging by a thread- I didn’t think it was going to work, but nothing else was working. You were bleeding so much. But I had to try. I…” Your glassy eyes locked back on his, your hands pulled close to your body. HR understood now why you never tried touching him. Why you are avoiding getting too close. “Cisco found out, he confronted me. But these powers, life isn’t guaranteed. They’re volatile, unprecedented – regardless of how I feel in the moment the balance can tip between giving a life and taking one.” There was a tightness in your chest as your voice cracked, “I’m cursed, I could hurt you.” I’m dangerous.
“I don’t think you will.”
“You don’t know that!”
“But I do,” HR reached a hand out to hold yours. Tension filled your heart as panic started to settle. “You wouldn’t let yourself hurt me. It would pain you too much.” HR squeezed your slightly shaky hand, his other hand still bound by the cross-sling. “My life is in your hands.”
“How can you trust me so much?”
“Because love cannot be built without a foundation of trust.” He placed a sweet kiss on the knuckles of your hand. “And understanding.” He took the other and kissed it, baby blue eyes shifted back to yours with such intense emotion. The adoration that filled the author to the brim for you. Just for you. Only you. The one who saw him for everything and anything that he is. His safe space – the one other thing he wanted to be for you as well. He wanted to eliminate any fears that resided in your heart, the pain and doubt that remained.
“Do you hate me?”
HR cupped your cheek tenderly as he leaned close, your heart wanted to stop as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears. Your half-lidded eyes shut slowly as his lips skimmed over your own. “Never in my life, angel,” the novelist whispered as he captured your lips in a tender and sentimental kiss.
Never in my life could I hate the one who my heart has yearned for.
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Note: I’ve had this sitting in my docs for way too long. Plus HR needs some more love so here you guys go! Will there be more parts? Yes. When will they be posted? No idea ... anyways enjoy! 
You were a criminal.
A thief, robber, burglar, or whatever someone may be called when they stole things. Simply, any object could be in your grasp within minutes. And any information. You were precise, stealthy, and a force. As well as a meta. You were telekinetic. A magnificent gift that propelled your skills to another level. Before you had to worry about security, time, weight of an object, and countless other factors. Now, you can turn the cameras around, freeze the security guard in place, float the object to you, then fly out all under a minute. Truly spectacular. You even made a name for yourself: Dusk. Seeing how you did do most of your work during those hours.
However, you did catch the eye of Flash and his band of heroes.
You wouldn’t say your relationship with the Flash was necessarily bad. Yes, he hated the fact that you were a criminal using your gift for your advantage. Yes, he would become frustrated because he could never catch you. But in the end, you believed he needed to get of his high horse every once in a while. Call your relationship more of an acknowledgement of each other. You tried to stay clear of Flash, tried to stay off his radar, and lived your life however you pleased. Maybe, he’ll find you. Maybe, he could get his hands on you, but you always managed to slip away.
In the beginning, he tried relentlessly to catch you. You were a criminal abusing your gift. His determination was admirable. He even tried to change your perspective. To join him and his team. Be a hero. And boy, you had a good laugh that day. It still causes a giggle to rise when you thought about it.
You liked what you do. Was it honest work? No. Of course not. But you loved it. Loved the thrill, the chase, the fun. You stole. Either money or valuables then resold said items or maybe kept it if you truly wanted it. Your life was good. You liked it. You had money. You had a job per say. Hell, you even had a pet. Why change? Yet, the Flash was persistent. He believed you could change. Apparently like another person he knew, someone called Leonard Snart. However, you would always reply with the same ‘no’. Constantly brushing off the Flash’s advancements.
Until something amazing happened.
The Flash contacted you. He needed your help. He needed your skills. That’s when your relationship went from indifferent to beneficial. A mutualistic relationship. You accepted but at a price. He owed you a favor no questions asked. A little something you could store in your back pocket until you desperately needed them. You did favors for the team quite often. Much to your pleasure. You’ve created an extensive list of IOUs. And you can still remember the first favor you asked for: The Flash’s identity.
You stood in front of the computer desks. The Flash and his team blocking the exit. The meta locked away downstairs. The team needed you because you had connections of the underworld to find the meta. And the team needed your powers to fight the meta. You were the only one able to land a hit or stop them in anyway.
“So, Flash, I think I might cash in on an IOU,” you said as you causally picked at your nails. You glanced over at him through your mask. You saw the Flash flinch and as his friends – Cisco, Caitlin, Harry, and Iris – stared at you.
The Flash swallowed. “What do you need?”
“Simple. What’s your identity?”
“What!” Everyone started shouting.
“You can’t be serious?” Cisco yelled.
“I am.” You ignored their shouting.
“That’s out of the question,” Iris said. “Right?” She looked to the Flash who kept his eyes on the floor.
You rolled your eyes. “Need I remind you of the meta locked away in your weird basement prison?” A Big Belly Burger takeout cup floated over to you. Your palm flat as it hovered over top. “If it wasn’t for me you’ll be well” – you made a fist and the cup crushed into a ball dropping to the floor – “crushed.”
“Can’t you ask for something else?” Caitlin urged. Pleaded.
“Either you tell me your identity or we can rob a bank together.” You suggested.
Cisco laughed. Forced. “You’re joking, right?” He saw your raised eyebrow and scowl. “Oh, damn, you’re serious.”
The team argued all the while the Flash stayed silent. Calling you absurd. Saying how it’s wrong. Arguing you will tell everyone. And a bunch of other nonsense. Growing frustrated, you shouted, “Alright! Enough!”
Everyone instantly shut their mouths.
You huffed. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Believe me or don’t. I don’t care. I just want to know for the sentiment of knowing, okay? I’m just curious that’s it. And if you’re all so worried I’ll tell someone then I’ll tell you mine. Okay?”
Everyone stayed quiet. Eyes darting between you and the hero. The Flash stepped forward. “I accept.” He removed the cowl. His hair pointed in different directions. “My name’s Barry Allen.”
“Cool, thanks.” You walked away. Pushing past the group of stunned people.
“Wait! What about yours?” Barry shouted down the hall after you.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Now, goodbye Barry Allen.”
This was your life now. Criminal who helped Barry Allen, aka the Flash, and his team. You did favors for them all while they continued to owe you. A list that grew every day. Collecting more and more of IOUS. So, when Barry called you for your help you didn’t think twice. You strolled right over to STAR labs into the main base, the Cortex.
You leaned on the doorway as the group (Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Iris West and Wally West) argued. You quickly picked up what they were discussing about. Was your help necessary? Or welcomed for this matter. Seeing how Barry still owed for all the other favors. It seemed that this one additional favor was the breaking point for some.
“Come on, can we really keep doing this? Asking for a criminal to keep doing small jobs for us?” Iris argued. “Barry, you already owe her so much. I say we find another way.”
Cisco added, “Iris is right. How many more favors? You could be in debt forever at this point. And we don’t know what she could ask. She only asked for one and that was your identity. What else could she ask for?”
Barry looked around the group. “Does everyone think that?”
Most of them nodded.
You frowned. Again, on their high goddamn horses. You cleared your throat and stepped forward. “Well, I think I’m amazing. You couldn’t do much without me. Besides, I wouldn’t worry about my favors. Maybe, I’ll just call you one night to get me some ice cream.”
Everyone whipped their heads towards you. You who stood behind the computers staring out to the group. Some of them looked embarrassed while others glared. You smiled at them, “Hey, guys. Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, Iris, Wally. How are you guys doing?”
“Good,” Iris glared.
You nodded, “That’s great to hear.” You turned your attention on the others who mumbled short dismissive answers.
When another voice called out.
A man walked into the Cortex. Grey and black stripped sweater with black pants with a chain in the front pocket, a pair of black boots, topped with a black brimmed hat. You knew this man. Or at least his doppelgangers. You’ve known the team for a while and the new faces of Harrison Wells that came in and out. This clearly was another.
This Harrison Wells locked onto you. He smiled at you. Bright and beautiful. Your heart betrayed your stoic nature. It danced at his dazzling smile. You strolled towards the man, “And you must be the newest Harrison Wells,” you stated. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Hi,” he smiled. “You can just call me HR.”
You hummed and circled around him. His eyes followed you. But, missed how your nifty fingers plucked his two drumsticks from his back pocket or how his hat floated off his head. When you stood in front of him again you dawned his hat while spinning one of his drumsticks.
“Ok, HR. By the way I love the hat,” you tipped it at him with a wide smirk. You turned around and walked back over to the controls now with HR’s hat and drumsticks. One drumstick continued to spin. With the use of your powers, it spun like a top on the tip of your index finger. “So, what does the great Flash and his team need from me?”
Eyes flickered to you with HR’s hat and the drumstick defying the laws of physics, then to HR who stared wide eyed with a massive smile on his face.
Barry cleared his throat, “Well, there’s a new speedster. He calls himself Savitar.”
“Interesting, continue.”
“And he has this disciple named Alchemy with this stone called the philosopher stone.”
“Like Harry Potter? Neat.”
“And we” – the others coughed– “I … I was wondering if you could search the city for either Alchemy or his stone. Or see if you’ve heard anything. Without his stone he won’t be able to create other metas.”
“A stone that creates metas? Now that sounds awesome,” you laughed.
“Great to know you thinks this is awesome. People’s lives are at risk here at least try to act that you care,” Iris sternly replied.
“Of course,” you nodded but not without throwing her a glare. The drumstick spinning on your finger rose and pointed at Barry. “Now, Barry –“
“Yes, I know, I know. I owe you a favor,” he cut you off.
“Actually, no. I don’t need a favor.”
The group stared at you. A few of them crossed their arms glaring. They didn’t believe. Why should they? You only smiled sweetly at them. Ignoring their stares, you peered over your shoulder back at HR. HR continued to stare at the floating drumstick. You chuckled. Hovering a foot off the ground, you floated towards him. You were at eye level with him. You perfectly placed his hat back on his head and handed over his drumsticks. He wordlessly grabbed them and placed them back into their spot.
You winked at him then started floating off when Cisco called out. “Wait! You can’t be serious! You always ask for a favor. What do you want? What changed your mind?”
You slowly spun around as your feet gently touched the ground again. You hummed and tapped your chin. All for the show. You had them right where you wanted them. “What do I want? What do I want?”
“Just answer the question (Y/N),” Wally stepped up.
Your eyes flickered over to HR. His eyes couldn’t look away. You smiled deviously then looked back at the group of distrustful faces. “I think you guys don’t trust me.”
Caitlin countered. “Seeing how you’re a criminal and continue to steal while gathering favors from Barry then yes we should be hesitant towards you.”
You faked a gasp. “Even after all of these years? I’m hurt.”
“Please, you don’t care for us. You only care about your growing list of favors you collect from Barry. You’re just waiting for a perfect opportunity to cash them all in,” Iris pointed out.
“Barry?” You asked, “Do you think that?”
“I-I, uh …” Barry avoided your eyes.
You chuckled. “I’m joking. Geez. Relax, Barry.”
If you were being honest, what they said stung a bit. But. That’s how it’s always been. Everyone will see you as a criminal with a list of IOUs from the esteemed Flash. Central City’s golden hero. And they will continue to hate you for taking advantage of him. Even if it was Barry’s idea from the beginning. Of course, everyone will hate that Barry keeps calling for your help or how he think you can become a hero. But, their hate will always be directed at you. The lowly criminal.
You huffed. “Alright, how about a deal? I give up all my IOUs expect for one.”
“What?” Barry mumbled.
“You heard me. I keep one IOU and I get rid of all the rest.”
“Why? For what?”                                      
“Ah, you know me so well. I’ll do it all in exchange for some company.” Everyone’s brow furrowed together. You faced towards HR, “HR, would you care to join me for some lunch tomorrow? Let’s say Jitters.”
Mouths dropped. Including HR’s. He pointed to himself, “Me?”
You chuckled. “Yes, you. Unless there’s another HR. I’ll drop all of Barry’s favors expect for the one if you join me for lunch tomorrow. Let’s say about 1.” You turned around and walked away.
HR shouted, “You didn’t hear my answer!”
“Don’t need to! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
PART 2
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harriscofics · 9 months
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From The Bottom Of My Heart
From The Bottom Of My Heart https://ift.tt/yd2jTOw by The_Devil_In_The_Details_666 UNKNOWN NUMBER: hey this is jesse UNKNOWN NUMBER: i stole ur # from ciscos phone UNKNOWN NUMBER: i need ur help w/ a project Dante: ? Dante: What project? Words: 1993, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 12 of A Cultural Guide To Earth-2, by Cisco Ramon, Harry Wells, and Jesse Wells Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Cisco Ramon, Dante Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells (minor), Cisco Ramon's Mother (minor) Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Cisco Ramon & Dante Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells & Jesse "Quick" Wells, Dante Ramon & Jesse "Quick" Wells Additional Tags: Surprises, Dante Ramon Lives, Silly, Fluff via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/CVnQh8s June 24, 2023 at 08:52PM
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ao3feed-westallen · 11 months
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The Flash One-Shots
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZnGSMVu
by TheGayDork_777
A collection of one shots for The Flash on the CW. Occur over the seasons with different ships and teams.
Words: 442, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Mick Rory, Leonard Snart, Killer Frost, Caitlin Snow, Allegra Garcia, Kamilla Hwang, Joslyn Jackam, Nora West-Allen, Lia Nelson, The S.T.A.R. Labs Team, Rogues (The Flash), Cisco Ramon, Bart Allen, Chester P. Runk, Joe West, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Harrison "Nash" Wells, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Wally West
Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, Killer Frost & Caitlin Snow, Allegra Garcia & Kamilla Hwang & Iris West, Allegra Garcia & Killer Frost, Joslyn Jackam/Nora West-Allen, Lia Nelson/Nora West-Allen, Jesse "Quick" Wells/Wally West, Allegra Garcia & Harrison "Nash" Wells
Additional Tags: Pregnancy, Pregnant Iris West, Married Barry Allen/Iris West, Protectiveness, Hurt/Comfort, Cute, Romance, One Shot Collection, Childhood Memories, Memories, Breakfast, CC Jitters, Amusement Parks, Roller Coasters, Team Bonding, Weddings, Team as Family, Snowed In
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