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sarawritestories · 10 months

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A Birthday Wish

Eowells x Fem reader

A/N: I am aware that i have not posted. It's been busy as all hell this week and plus balancing stories on here, but my own work is challenging, and I haven't quite gotten a routine down. I plan on posting stories that have been requested next week. Thank you for being patient! I figured in honor of my birthday being today, I'd write a little something for you to enjoy 😊

Summary: It's the Y/N's birthday, and she is trying to keep a low profile as she doesn't want to be the center of attention. Thanks to Cisco, Team Flash does find out and wants to celebrate. As she returning to S.T.A.R. Labs the man in yellow appears, she flees to meet Harrison only to find out there is more to him than she thought

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking (socially not to get drunk), kidnapping, brief gagging, being tied to a chair, and 1 very brief NSFW scene

Tags: @twilightlover2007 @eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N awoke to the blaring alarm clock stumbling to turn it off she instictively grabbed her phone. Texts from her parents, wishing her a happy birthday already waiting for her to read. She groaned as she sat up another year, around the sun, and all she had to show for it was bad knees and a constant ache in her back.

Y/N was not a fan of being the center of attention, so she has kept her birthday a secret from her friends, not wanting them to make a big deal out of the day. Though it did not mean she didn't want to look nice. She put on her favorite teal dress that had capped sleeves and fell to her knees and put on her favorite flats, and was out the door.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R Labs, she found her friends hard at work as Barry was stopping an active robbery. She slid into her desk and brought her computer to life as Barry raced in the cortex, a huge smile on his face. "Nice work, Mr. Allen," Harrison's voice caused Y/N to look up at the man, his expression warm with a glimmer of pride causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. "You are progressing nicely, and don't think you escaped my attention, Miss Y/L/N." His eyes met hers as smiled.

"Birthday Girl in the house," Cisco bellowed, standing up fist bumping the air. Y/N's head snapped toward him as everyone else's gaze fell to her.

"Today is your birthday?" Barry questioned brows furrowed, "Why didn't you say anything? We could have decorated the cortex and got you a cake."

Y/N sighed, "I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just another day, nothing to have a commotion about," she shrugged, looking back at Cisco. "Spill it, how did you find out?"

Cisco bit his lip as Caitlin turned to him, "How many laws did you break doing it Cisco?"

Cisco put his hands up, "No laws were broken, I hacked into the ccpd database to look at your employee file."

Harrison's brow furrowed, "Hacking the police is breaking the law, Cisco. Regardless of how the information got out, it's out." Harrison wheeled over to Y/N and grabbed her hand, "We love you, sweetheart, and you being here another year is worth celebrating with the people who love you the most." He grabs her hand and places a kiss on the top of her hand, and Y/N was convinced her heart had stopped at the motion heat rising to her face. "Now, the four of you go on and enjoy the day off, celebrate with Y/N. I'll stay here and keep watch if something happens I'll call."

Barry changes out of his suit, as Caitlin and Cisco grab their jacket, big smiles on their faces. Y/N looked to Harrison, his eyes, a vibrant shade of blue that rendered her speechless on a good day, "You sure, we don't need to close up shop on my behalf."

Harrison took off his glasses and looked back at her, "Y/N, it's in my experience that life is short, and because of that, celebrating victories or even stopping to celebrate a birthday is worth doing. And tell you what when you're done going out and drinking Cisco under the table,"

"Hey!" Cisco grumbled, causing everyone to chuckle as Harrison smiled.

"You come back here tonight and have dinner with me. Sound good?"

Y/N's heartbeat raced as she nodded her head and stood from her seat. " That sounds lovely, Dr. Wells."

Cisco shouted, "Well, let's go. People there are drinka to be had and laser tag to play, come on!" The other 3 companions rolled their eyes as they all made their way to exit.

~later that evening~

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," the trio of Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco chanted as the burn of alcohol met her throat with the shot. She looked at the time on the phone, her eyes wide. "I have to get to S.T.A.R labs," she sat up and tried to pay, but Barry blocked her with his hand, "Come on guys, let me pay for something.

"Absolutely, not its your birthday. it's our jobs as your friends to cover birthday festivities. Plus, we want to do this because you're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes she could feel their love radiating off them, "I love you guys so much!" She rushed to give them all a hug. They held their group embrace for a minute before Y/N pulled away. "I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Then Y/N was out of the bar heading toward a potential date with Dr. Wells.

Her mind was spinning with all the scenarios this dinner could begin when a blur of yellow sped past her into an alleyway red lightning tailing the blur. Y/N closed her eyes, "It's in your best interest to ignore what you saw." That may be true, but she could get some answers, and she would be lying if curiosity didn't get the best of her most days!

She groaned as she walked into the alleyway to be greeted with eyes glowing red, his body vibrating to the point of distorting his features. "Hello, Y/N, it's about time we meet." His voice distorted with his vibrating as well.

Y/N took a sharp inhale, "You know who I am?" She took a hesitant step forward.

He sped up to her, his chest close to her own, her breathing quickened as fear began to take over. He raised a hand to her, and she flinched, anticipating a hit that never came. Instead, his leather clad fingers grazed her cheek tenderly, his other hand moving from her side down to her hip. "I know a lot about you, Birthday Girl." Her eyes widened, and he chuckled.

His vibrations began to slow as the red dissapeted from his eyes turning into a familiar shade of blue. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice matched that of Harrison Wells, and her breaths were short and rapid as if she wasn't getting a lot of oxygen. She forced his arms away and backed away. Suddenly, the alleyway was spinning, and black was grazing her vision. The man in yellow took his mask off and revealed what she feared, Harrison Wells was the man in Yellow. Y/N's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and before her body could collapse to the floor, she was in the arms of the man who killed her best friend's mom.

~few moments later~

Y/N woke up, her vision blurred, but slowly becoming clearer, she was in a place she wasn't familiar with. As the memory from the past hour flooded her brain, she tried to jolt up and run, only to find she was strapped down to a wheel chair. Not just any wheelchair, the one Harrison uses. Panic flooding her system, she began to scream out, "Someone Help me plea -" a large hand landed firmly over her mouth, muffling her pleas for help.

"Shhhh, it's me," Harrison whispered in her ear, causing her to flinch. He moved around his hand, still placed over her mouth. "I'm going to remove my hand only if you promise not to scream and be good. Can you do that?" She nodded her head. Harrison smiled and lowered his hand he waited a moment for her to scream. When she didn't, he patted her cheek, "Good-" she spit in his face instead.

Y/N smirked as he wiped her saliva from his face. "You know I can't say I didn't deserve that. But will you let me explain."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Why should I, Harrison? You killed Barry's mom. Why would I-" Instead of silencing her with his hands, he did so with his lips crashing to hers. She found herself kissing back as his hand slid up her thighs and up to her ample breast, eliciting a moan from Y/N. He kept teasing the area her nipples were until they became peaks, causing Y/N to get aroused.

Only for him to pull away his hand slides from her breast to her neck and up her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Birthday girl. It's why i wanted to have dinner with you. However, I couldn't justify being in a relationship with you if I wasn't honest. Will you hear me out, Sweetheart?"

She searched his pleading eyes for any lies, and she couldn't, so she nodded her head. "One condition, let me out of the chair. I can't feel like we are on equal footing if i feel like your captive."

He nods and presses a button on his chair, releasing the restraints. Was she going to really hear them out, "You killed Barry's mom."

"I did," he nodded, and he told her the whole story of how he was stuck in this time and how he fell in love with her the moment he saw her in S.T.A.R labs. He pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't move against him. His touch still provided comfort still even after all the horrible things he's done. "What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?"

Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not looking into his eyes. "You killed a lot of people. You killed Barry's mom. How do I know you won't kill me, too?" She looked at him, "Why tell me at all? Why today of all days?"

He slid his hand down her arm, gripping her wrist, his strong hand firm, yet gentle he raised her hand up and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. As she swore at her stomach for the butterflies fluttering around at the gesture. "I am a lot of things, Y/N, but one thing I know for certain is my love for you and my need to keep you safe. As for why today? Well, beloved, it's because what better gift to give than for you to see me all of me."

Y/N looked from his gaze for a moment and back at him. She dipped her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his briefly. "I am going to have to think about this. You're a killer, and just being with you is a risk, along with keeping your secret."

Harrison or Eobard, as she found out was his real name, nodded his head. "I feel there is a 'but'"

She nodded, "But I had one wish for my birthday this year." She rubbed his arm and moved her hand to his chest.

"What was your one wish, Y/N?" He whispered, clearing his throat impacted by her touch.

She looked him in the eyes, her smile bright, "You. I wanted you."

Eobard stood up with Y/N in his arms and sped off to his home where he placed her on her feet. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Consider your wish granted, Birthday Girl. I will always be yours until I'm ash in the ground. I will spend every moment of my living days proving that to you."

She smiled at his words, gripping his black sweater in her fist and forcing him down to her level for a deep kiss. She pulled away with a smirk, "Let's start with you on your knees, Speedy." She whispered against his lips, causing the older scientist to growl in response as he sped her into his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the night granting her birthday wishes.

~FIN

I hope you enjoyed it!

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random-imagines-blog · 9 months

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Imagine Eobard Thawne risking his life to save you.

Eobard thought he knew what it was like to lose everything. All of the times that The Flash had humiliated him, made him lose faith in himself, lose faith in the only idol that he ever had, he was sure that he had felt it all. He lost his job while working diligently on creating on his own suit, he lost touch with his family because he was so busy building this persona, this superhero. He thought he knew it all, until you came into the picture.Until you became someone whom he could lose.

He had three choices ahead of him, and none of them seemed ideal. He could a) save you from the fire that he knew that you were caught in because you had called STARLabs looking for help, though this would mean potentially putting himself in the hands of Barry. b) He could stop Barry, and knew that if there were any fatalities in the building because of their fight, Barry would blame himself which would work well into his plan. Or c) he could stay here in his Harrison Wells disguise and do absolutely nothing.

“I have to use the bathroom, excuse me,” He said to Cisco, and wheeled out of the room while Cisco was on the comms to Barry, leading him to the sight of the fire. He didn’t go to the bathroom. He went to his secret room, clamored out of the chair, and pulled on the yellow suit. You were the only good part of the timeline. The glue of the team, the one who took care of everyone. You had been taking care of Harrison for a while now, never suspecting that he was anything or anyone other than who he had said that he was. You were the only person he felt guilty lying to. You were almost as important to him as his mission.

There was no other real choice but option A.

A yellow light streaked through Central City as he arrived at the fire. He couldn’t slow down, even if that meant giving himself away. You said you were on the fifth floor, having come for an appointment about something or other. Barry couldn’t show favoritism. He couldn’t just get you out. He was too good. He had to try to get everyone. But Eobard wasn’t the good guy here. He could be selfish. He could just get you.

His particular light was noticed, and Barry steered in his direction, trying to push him away, out of the building, somewhere else to fight. Or at least to distract him from the fire so he could get the citizens out and then fight. But Eobard was not to be put off. He crashed into Barry’s side, pushing him into the flames and kept going, up the stairs, his feet barely touching the ground, fifth floor - he saw the sign through the heavy smoke. And then it was his turn to be hit, to be thrown off of his guard and slammed into one of the walls which had a weak foundation, crumbling away and causing him to be thrown to the ground, nearly to the window. He got up, having to focus on moving his face to keep the blur up, then speeding past the flash to search through the rooms. It was like that game, Beyblades, with the way that they were bumping into one another, trying to throw each other off of the path. But it was, ultimately Eobard that found you first. Who scooped you while Barry was distracted by trying to get a hold of himself after a particularly nasty push, and brought you down to the ground safely.

You were in shock, to say the least. Barry, you expected. The Man in Yellow? Not so much. But he had saved you, despite his reputation for violence and hatred. “Umm - thank you,” You said. You couldn’t see his face through the blur that he was causing, not a single feature could be made out but you thought you were looking at his eyes. “Thank you,” You said, more stable this time. He didn’t say anything, didn’t dare, just made sure that you were on your feet, and then rushed off without another word, straight to STAR Labs, straight back to his Harrison clothes, to the wheelchair, and wheeled himself out.

“What did I miss?” He asked, returning to Cisco’s side, looking at the monitors.

“Man in Yellow, y/n is safe,” Cisco muttered, distracted. “I don’t see any sign of him anywhere. Looks like he left the scene Barry. I can’t find him.”

“Okay, I’ll just take care of the rest of the survivors,” Barry’s voice came through. Eobard didn’t sigh in relief, at least not audibly. On the inside though, yes. You were safe. He wasn’t caught. The risk had all been totally worth it.

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jokingmisfit · 9 months

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‘First’ Sights Part 1

~Based on season 2 episode 11 Eobard meets the reader for the first time. This is loosely based and does have quite a twist on things.~

Eobard x Reader

Warnings- Mentions of mourning lost love, mentions of betrayal, Reader doesn’t really like Barry, mentions of the reader wanting to die

Part 2 Coming tomorrow!

Sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe. Other times it felt like there was too much to feel, to feel at all.

After losing her husband because of his own betrayal, to watching him get wiped from existence itself, to Barry Allen's insults and berating, to a new Harrison Wells, and back to the prior issues.

She hated. It’s all she could feel anymore. After all, why keep feeling when you could just stop. If only she could stop the hate.

She hated Eobard Thawne. She hated that he was gone.

She hated Barry Allen. She hated the Flash.

She hated Team Flash. She hated Harrison Wells #2.

She hated living. She hated herself. She hated life.

Despite this, she kept fighting. She kept pushing. She stayed with the team and helped in every way she could.

She helped Barry learn to walk again.

She helped Cisco develop new technology.

She helped Harry get his daughter back.

She helped save life after life, still she felt nothing but hate. Every time someone got hurt or cried in her arms, she’d do anything to help; she’d pretend to feel whatever they needed because if she continued like normal maybe, just maybe, she’d be “normal” again.

She played the game well. She played it well enough that none of them noticed the frigid look in her eyes. Ever since him her heart was vacant. She felt hollow and if anyone were to notice the way she was when there were no eyes on her they’d know what she was.

Everyday she grew harder. More and more roughness around her edges. She was a shard of glass. She wondered what would shatter what was left of her broken soul.

That’s what she was wondering when she got the call.

I watched it ring. I always do. I don’t really care who’s in trouble this time, it’s just another thing to do. Another thing to distract me till something else comes to do the same.

It’s a tiring cycle. There was always a way to end this cycle, but I’m too stubborn to give life that kind of satisfaction.

Answering the call, I put it on speaker.

“What is it this time Cisco?”

I hear him sigh shakily, “Um we need you to get here, like now. I don’t have time to explain it, just get here please.”

Before I even answer he’s hung up the phone. I wonder what’s so important he had to call me. They never really do that.

I get in my car and make it to the Lab in 20 minutes. When I walk in I’m met with immediate chaos.

“Where have you been?” Harrison asks, “ Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

I kept walking in as we spoke. “No not really... Cisco called ‘n said I needed to get here then hung up.”

He paused. Stopping me he held me in that spot.

“It’s Thawne, he’s not the same one you remember but one from before he ever came back here.” A beat, “He got pulled in through one of the portals.”

I could feel his eyes ripping through my own. I could feel his hands gently laying on my wrists. I could feel my hands shake in the grip.

My dead husband’s not so dead. I didn’t know what feelings were creeping up on me, but I pushed them down.

I tear my hands away from him with a deep breath. “Why should I care? Hm? You pull me in here just to tell me this-”

Before I can finish he cuts me off. “We called you here because we need you to convince him to help us send him back.”

“That’s stupid,” I say tiredly. “He doesn’t know me. You’ll have a better chance with the Flash asking him.”

“We’re still trying to convince Allen he needs to send Thawne back. And as much as I’m sure it bothers you, he spent years with you enough that he married you.”

“Enough that he lied and faked being someone else? Enough that he threatened to kill me?”

“Honestly, do you think he would have. I can’t imagine spending all that time with someone, being so intimate and not feeling anything.” Harrison says, searching my eyes.

“That’s cause you’re not a sociopath Harrison… Eobard is.” I whisper.

After so much time having all this emotion to hit me so suddenly was making my normal roughness waver. I could see Harrison struggle; he’s never seen me show much emotion, yet here I am slipping up in front of him.

I sigh as he remains silent. “There’s no winning in this… Let’s just get it done with.”

Pursing his lips he nods and walks off.

After a few minutes I get my stuff put up and we head down to the pipeline.

“Why are we keeping him down here? I get doing it before because he didn’t have all his speed back then, but this time… Why doesn’t he just phase through the glass like Barry had Oliver do that one time?” I say skeptically.

Harrison seems to debate what I say for a moment. “I don’t know.”

Not the answer I was expecting from him but I’m not going to argue. I really don’t care all that much. I told Eobard the day he left I never wanted to see him again. I remember he screamed at me; it was a maudlin plea. Point being, if he escapes then I won’t have to see him. He’ll never even know I was here.

Luck never really was on my side however. Walking into the pipeline the first thing my eyes catch is that yellow suit. I assume the only reason he’s standing so purposefully right now is because he heard Harrison and I make our descent to him.

I wanted to look anywhere else but those blue eyes held something far deeper than I had anticipated. He looked like he wanted to eat me whole. He also, however, looked relieved like a man who was finally able to breathe again.

In my attempt to gain some control over the situation I had decided to bring my tablet. After every big bad we catch I do a psychological evaluation to see where they should get placed. That’s why here and now I decided I would play the same role I always had, even if I'm trying to get different results.

He said nothing as Harrison and I stepped closer to the glass cell. After checking the cell's status I nodded for Harrison to leave the room.

I finally spoke. “My name is Y/n. I’m here to do a standard psychological evaluation, the more you comply the quicker I can leave you alone. Please don’t lie,” I say looking into his eyes, “I can tell when you are. If everything is clear we can begin.”

Eobard looked shocked, his blonde eyebrows raising slightly with a hint of a smile.

“Given you’ve said nothing I’m assuming we can begin.” I blink blankly at him. “What’s your full legal name?”

I look up at him. “You already know it, and if you don’t then why would I tell you?” He replies smoothly.

Sighing I roll my eyes. “This isn’t for me, it's to make sure you know it.”

“Please, this idiotic. I expected more from you.” He complains.

Anger fills me as my thin patience unravels. “If you want to get home Eobard I insist you comply. Alright?” I ask sharply.

“Who said I wanted to go back just yet.” Eobard says inquisitively.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go back, you spent quite a bit of time trying to before, now you don't?” I ask back.

He leans on the wall of his cell, settling his arms into place in front of his chest.

“There’s something I need to collect before I can go back. I get it, I leave. Simple as that.”

“What is it that you want from this time period, Thawne?” I question sighing.

“As much as I’d love to tell you, it’s much too soon for that little one.” He smiles, almost, warmly.

The pet-name made me stiff. I remember when he called me that, he only did after we got married, only did it in private. He always said it’s the first pet-name he ever thought of for me, It made me feel sick.

“First, don't call me that.” As hard as I tried my voice still wavered as I spoke. “Second, you aren't getting anything you want while in that cell, so if you really want whatever it is you’re gonna have to go home without it.” I spoke frigidly.

“This little cell isn’t going to stop me, pet, and you know that.” He moves off the wall, smiling.

“Listen, I don’t really care what you want… I just want you to go away.” I look down. “Clearly you’re coherent enough and aware of your surroundings and actions. That's all I needed to chart, so I’ll go ahead and leave you alone.” I say smiling bitterly.

Before he could say more I turned to walk out. I could hear him call for me to come back, could hear him scream my name, but I couldn’t turn around. The tears burned my eyes. I haven’t cried since the night I had officially lost him. I haven’t cried, but here I was running down the halls trying not to completely shatter on the ground.

I made my way up to the roof when I finally took a breath. Shaking I sent a text to Harrison simply stating, ‘he wont leave till he gets something he wont tell me what it is,’ hitting send I decide to send one more message, ‘be careful.’

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urprinceoflove · 1 year

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The Flash Master List

Master List Key:

fluff - normal text

angst - italicized text

coming soon - crossed out

✩ - posted on old acc. (mostly for myself)

OG Harrison Wells/Timeless Wells

✩ Lost Love

Harry Wells

✩ Cuddle Shirt

✩ Cold, Lonely Lake

✩ Kitty Calls (Headcanon)

HR Wells

✩ Mistaken Relations (Songfic)

A Scientist’s Secret

Sherloque Wells

✩ French Cuddles 101 (Headcanon)

Nash Wells

✩ Stargazing

✩ Into the Air

✩ The Only Language I Speak

✩ Forgetfulness

✩ Bed Monster

✩ Lovable Idiot

A Second of Your Time (Headcanon)

EoWells

✩ “Tough Villain”

✩ Heroes and Villains

OG Eobard Thawne/Mattobard

✩ The Dance of a Lifetime

✩ “Tough Villain”

Multiple Wells

✩ A Special Something (Headcanon)

✩ Hooked on Love (Headcanon)

✩ Birthday Surprises and Love (Headcanon)

✩ Children of Magic (Headcanon)

✩ Jealousy, Jealousy (Wells x Wells)

Hoping Eight Lasts Prolongedly Master List

Ralph Dibny

Catching a Feeling

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tvimagines221b · 1 year

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Eobard Thawne x Teen Reader

Summary: Coming from the 22nd century, Y/N is a young speedster who is an intelligent high school student. But Y/Ns life is suddenly turned upside down when her teacher, and mentor Eobard Thawne pulls her into a conquest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny. While assisting Thawne, Y/N begins to comfort Thawne about his sudden disappearance. Will Thawne tell her the truth? Will he keep secrets from her?

(SET DURING S2 EP10 “Legion of Doom” OF DC’S LEGENDS OF TOMORROW!)

The Vanishing Point

An awkward silence drifted throughout The Vanishing Point as you stood in the middle of the room, both of your arms crossed over your chest. Part of you didn’t want to move an inch. Perhaps it was the mere fact you were in a room full of complete strangers, all but the blonde-haired man who was a familiar face. Eobard Thawne. Not only a speedster, but your mentor and a good friend. You shifted in your position. The lingering stares from the two other men in the room, Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln left you feeling uncomfortable. “Eobard… Care to explain the child standing in the middle of the room?” Damien raised a questioning eyebrow. You looked between the two other gentlemen. Guess they hadn’t quite been informed that of tour presence yet. Malcolm nodded his head as well. “Yes. Because I’m not quite understanding who she is or why she’s here when she clearly doesn’t belong.” He quipped.

Eobard was quick to pick up your nervousness. “Gentlemen…” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You’ll want to treat this young lady right here with the uttermost respect.”

“Why is that?” Malcolm quizzed.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N L/N.” Eobard told them. “She’s an intelligent young woman, who happens to also be a speedster like myself. And, she is here because she is going to aid us in our mission of retrieving The Sphere of Destiny.”Eobard gently squeezed your shoulder, before letting go. It wasn't easy for you to remain still; especially when you had never met these people before. But, there was no reason to show any more fear or uncertainty than necessary. So, you took a deep breath, and straightened your back. “Hello…” You spoke, quietly.

“This is your plan?” Malcolm scoffed. “A teenage girl with super speed?” He seemed disgruntled.

"I assure you.” Eobard assured him. "My time spent with her has proven to me she's exactly what we need." Eobard seemed confident.

“Which comes to my question…” Damien stepped forward as well. “How do you know this girl?” You crossed your arms over your chest. While you were open to speak as well, you just didn’t think the time was right. “All you need to know is she’s my student. And I’ve been training her in how to properly use her ability’s.” Eobard replied, simply.

“Training?” Damien blinked.

“Which in other words means, she’s useless.” Malcolm retorted. “She doesn’t know her full potential, which means she’s more vulnerable.” You felt a string pull at your heart. You looked down, hurt by the man’s words.

“Malcolm does a point, Eobard. Your underling can’t be relied upon. She knows nothing about the abilities she possesses. It would be unwise to to bring her into this if she’s not capable.” Damien argued. He knew that they needed someone who could help. Someone powerful enough.

You looked up to see the three men staring at each other. It was understandable if they seemed hesitant about this. But although you were still learning about your abilities, you knew you would be fully capable of what little of your powers you knew to aid them on their mission. They just needed time for you to prove it to them. And you were sure that Eobard would do his best to try and help them see that.

“Gentlemen, I know you have your doubts about her.” Eobard replied. “But I assure you. She is a speedster. She can learn quickly. If you give her the opportunity, she will prove herself to be a valuable asset.”And as her teacher, I will not let her fail.”

“I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Malcolm scoffed. He shakes his head. With that, the archer didn’t hesitate to leave the room.

Damien stepped closer to Eobard. “You can’t blame him, Eobard. Bringing a kid into this isn’t your smartest idea. Just think about it. I’ll leave you and the girl to talk.” Damien nodded his head, before he too decided to leave.

That left you and Eobard.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Eobard rubbed his forehead. “They really itch my nerves.”

You frowned. You could tell that Eobard was extremely stressed out about the situation. You looked down. “Eobard… I’m sorry that your partners are hesitate to trust you bringing me along.“ You looked back up, your gaze meeting with the speedsters. “But… Maybe it’s just going to take them some time? I mean, don’t you remember how hesitate you were at first about teaching me how to use my speed?” You tried to remind him. Hoping he’d get your point. Eobard looked at you. He paused for a moment, but soon nodded his head. Remembering back to a time so long ago, when the two of you had first met. “Yes…” He muttered. “I was so unsure. I didn’t think you would be capable of handling that kind of power. But… In time, you showed me how strong you were.”

“Then maybe they just need time.” You told him. “Time to see my strength. Right?” You gave him a soft expression to reassure him.

Eobard let out another sigh. He seemed to understand what you were getting out. Yes. Maybe that’s what they needed? Time. Time to get to know you. To see your potential the same way that they did. “I guess, Kiddo.” Eobard replied. “But as much as I’d like them to, they’re very arrogant. It’s hard to get them to agree with anything I say.”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Arrogant? Geez, that totally doesn’t remind me of someone I know.”

Eobard gave you a quizzical look. “Oh really?”

You shrugged your shoulder lightly. Now seeming to be more comfortable now that it was just you and him. “He’s not that bad though. In fact, he’s a pretty good teacher.” This time, your smile was more genuine. Eobard couldn’t help but manage a faint, but also genuine smile. He always appreciated your compliments. They boosted his ego.

Eobard chuckled. “Well I’m glad you think so.” He walked over to you. You never broke his gaze.

“Try not to stress yourself out too much, okay?” You plead. You knew how Eobard got when he was stressed out and angry. Eobard huffed, stopping within arms length of you. “Y/N…” He began. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms, looking down at you. “You should know my associates aren’t the most…”

“Understandable?” You added.

Eobard nodded. He tilted his head slightly. His bright blue eyes focused on you. “Yes. That’s a good way of putting it.”

“Eobard, it’s okay.” You reassured. “I’m not a little kid that needs to be hovered over. I can handle myself. I understand that my trust must be earned. And I’ll do whatever I can to ensure it is.” You wanted him to know that you would put all of your effort into this mission. “You should know better than anyone that I don’t give up so easily.”

Eobard knew that you had the heart of a fighter. Which is why he couldn’t think of anyone else better to help aid him in this mission. But… Sometimes, that did worry him. Often, he worried that your courage and bravery would be what got you hurt. Or worse, killed. But of course, he could never gather the courage himself to tell you that. Instead, he found subtle and simple ways to express his worries, hoping that one day you might notice. “Of course, I know that Y/N. But I just worry my associates might not hesitate if they see you aren’t fit for this.” Eobard told you. “I just want you to be careful around them. Okay?” His expression softened.

“Of course.” You nodded.

“But I don’t want you to feel frightened by them or intimated for that matter.” Eobard told you. Because he wouldn’t dare let them harm you. “I assure you, I will ensure they treat you kindly.” He reassured you.

You smiled softly. There was something about Eobard that made you feel safe. And even though he was a very powerful speedster, he also possessed a very gentle side to him. That was something you appreciated and admired about him. And over the years, you had caught on to how protective Eobard had become of you. Eobard treated you much like a daughter. He cared deeply for you. And you would do everything in your power to make sure that you wouldn’t disappoint him.

“Oh don’t worry, Damien and Malcolm don’t frighten me.” You remarked. In fact, there wasn’t much that could scare you.

Eobard chuckled. “Didn’t think they would.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” You smirked.

Suddenly, Eobard’s watch pinged, and he looked down at he. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he looked up at you. “Sorry Y/N, but I must be going. It’s urgent.” You looked at him, and nodded. Understanding that he had to go, and to let him know it was okay. “But no worries, I’ll be back before you know it.” He gently gave your shoulder a nudge, before disappearing in a flash of red lighting.

Time seemed to pass entirely…oddly in The Vanishing Point. In fact, you had been unable to determine how long it had been since Eobard had left to attend his business. Sitting on a table, you swing your legs back and forth. As a Speedster, you were used to being able to run about wherever you wanted, and however long you wanted. So you weren’t used to sitting around and doing nothing. Though, you supposed you shouldn’t take the peace for granted. It was nice to have a moment where your mind wasn’t racing with thoughts and feelings. Although, the more that you sat there. The more you felt like things just weren't quite right. It was a bad feeling. While yes being in The Vanishing Point all alone was very creepy, this feeling was completely separate from that. Hopping off of the table, you felt compelled to explore your surroundings. To become more familiar with them.

It was unclear, when Eobard would return from his duties. So might as well make the most of your time, right?

As you were exploring the Vanishing Point, you had stumbled upon a room. A darkened one. As you entered the room, your footsteps had made an echoing noise.

“Hello?! Who’s there?” A frantic voice called.

You stopped in your tracks. The voice, was completely unfamiliar to you. It wasn’t Eobard, nor was it Damien or Malcolm. It was a man, that was for sure. “Hello?” You called out.

You stepped forwards, and as you had gotten farther into the room, your eyes laid on a man. The voice you heard.

Sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man. Your eyes grew. What the hell?

“Please. Please, whoever you are. Don’t-Don’t come near me!” He shouted. You slowly, and cautiously walked over to the man. Who was this man? Why was he here? Tied up. It was clear that the man was extremely frightened. So you had to do your best to try and call him down.

“Hey-it’s…it’s okay.” You stopped in front of him. “I won’t hurt you.”

The man looked you up and down. “You…you’re just a kid.” He muttered. He shakes his head. “Please. Please. Help me. Let me out of here.”

His eyes. You could see the fear and panic in them. This man was terrified for his life. He seemed so desperate to escape. You swallowed. At first, you were hesitant. Why was this man even here in the first place? Was he dangerous? You didn’t know.

“I-“ You began. “Who are you? What happened?”

“My name is Phil. I’m-I’m a director. I was kidnapped by these two crazy dudes!” The man tried to explain. “Please. Please, you gotta let me out man. You have to free me and get me out of here. I think they’re going to torture me or even kill me.”

Torture? Kill?

Eobard didn’t have any part in this did he? Oh you hoped he didn’t.

“Who? Who kidnapped you?” You asked.

“These two dudes. They had these weird guns.” Phil replied. “Kept talking about some Sphere. I don’t know about any Sphere.” He told you.

The Sphere of Destiny?

Was he talking about Malcom and Damien? They kidnapped this man? Why? What did he have to do with any of this. You let out a shaky breath. “You mean, The Sphere of Destiny? Is that what they were asking about?”

Phil nodded. “Yes yes. They kept saying I’m some guy named Rip Hunter. Man. He’s a character from my movie!”

Rip Hunter?

Rip Hunter was a Time-Master, from the 22nd century.

“Rip Hunter?” You quizzed. You took a second glance at him. Really getting a good look at him. His hair and beard were longer. His clothes seemed normal, but the way he spoke. Completely opposite of someone from London. But it was him. It was definitely him. This was Rip Hunter. “What I don’t understand. What happened to you?”

“What?” Rip quizzed. He then shakes his head. “No no. You don’t understand. I am NOT Rip Hunter. I am Phil!” He looked at you, his eyes grew. “Wait. Wait. Is this some sort of test. Oh god. Are you with them?” He seemed to panic.

“Yes.” You answered. “Wait-no I mean… Yes. I’m with them. But…” But you didn’t know about this. “But I had no idea about this.”

“Look, can you just please let me go?” Rip plead. “Just let me go, and I’ll be on my way. I swear. I won’t press charges.”

Your expression softened. This wasn’t supposed to be Rip Hunter. But something wasn’t right. It was like he didn’t even remember who he was. Regardless, you could never deny someone asking for help. “Okay okay. Calm down? I’ll let you out.” You reached down, to untie his bonds.

Rip nodded his head and let out sigh of relief. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Your mind began to race.

Why would they kidnap Rip Hunter?

Why can he not remember who he is?

Well, it seemed that your instincts were right. That things had felt very off. You continued to untie Rip’s bonds, when suddenly you felt a burning sensation in your hands. “OW.” You yelped, letting go of the rope and stepping backwards. What was that?

Rip’s eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?” He shakes his head. “Why did you stop? Keep going! You have got to get me out.”

“I’m afraid she won’t be doing that.” A grim voice came from behind.

Your head turned, and you looked over to see Damien Darhk. The older gentleman gave a smug smirk, as he began to walk in your direction. You held your hand, which still had that burning sensation. “You...”

“It seems the little bird has flown too far away from its nest.” Damien said. Though, he would narrow his eyes at you. “Now, what are you doing snooping around in places you shouldn't?”

You shake your head. “Why does Eobard have Rip Hunter locked up here?”

Damien Darhk simply shrugged his shoulders. “Captain Hunter, is here because he has information regarding on the whereabouts of the rest of the Sphere of Destiny.” He took a step towards you.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You stared. “Why is he being kept a prisoner?”

“Well you see Y/N, this is what we like to call an interrogation. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of good cop, and bad cop.” He replied. “Captain Hunter has been keeping this said information from us, and this is the only way to get him to cooperate.”

“By torturing him?” You scoffed.

“Torture is...a last resort.” Damien told you.

“What about...what about the fact he doesn't remember who he is?” You knew that Damien Darhk and Malcolm Meryln couldn’t be good people, and this seemed to prove that theory. Kidnapping. Torture. These were the ways of villain's. “What did you do to him?”

“See that’s the thing.” Damien chuckled. “Captain Hunter’s memory loss was entirely his doing. His sad attempt of keeping the Sphere’s whereabouts from us.”

“I...I don’t understand...” You looked away.

“If you’re so eager to ask so many questions, then you may want to start with seeking out your mentor.” Damien said. You looked back up at him.

“Eobard?” You quizzed.

Damien nodded his head. “Eobard is the head of this operation.”

So this was Eobard’s idea? To kidnap and torture Rip Hunter? You swallowed. That idea made you feel a pit in your stomach. Why? Why would Eobard ever want to do something so awful?

“So this is his idea?” You asked.

“Mostly, yes.” Damien told you. “Malcolm and I were just pulled along the way.”

“Hey! Hey! I’m still here!” Rip shouted. He looked between the two of you. “Look man I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but let me go!”

Damien Darhk looked to Rip Hunter, and stared daggers into his gaze. “It’s incredibly rude of you to interrupt our conversation.” He then looked back at you. Damien could tell that this had all come to a shock to you. That you hadn’t expected it. Which made sense to him. He reckoned Eobard would keep his wicked ways from his underling. “Look… I can tell this is all a shock to you. May I suggest, maybe confronting Eobard about it?”

“Confront him?” You shake your head. Would he even open up to you, or would he deny it?

“Yes. Because I’m sure if you pushed it enough, he would have choice but to open up to you.” Damien Darhk walked over to where Rip was sitting. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some interrogating to do.”

It was more of a demand, then a suggest.

So, you gave Damien Darhk a nod, before flashing off in search of Eobard.

With your mind racing with thoughts, you continued throughout the Vanishing Point. This didn’t seem like it should be a reality. And it certainly didn’t make any sense! Why would Eobard want to keep something like this from you? Why would he kidnap Rip Hunter? As you entered the man area, you gaze landed on that of Eobard Thawne. The older speedster was sitting at a computer, and appeared to be doing some sort of work. But of course at the sound of the echoing footsteps, his head turned. To look at you as you had entered the room. A smile graced his features. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted. He let out a sigh, before standing up from the computer. “I told you I wouldn’t back, didn’t I?” He gave a little smirk. Eobard walked out from behind from the desk.

You stopped halfway towards him.

“Yeah…you did.” You replied.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright?”

At first, you were hesitant to answer. You knew you could pretend like things were fine. But what would be the point? So Eobard could keep being so secretive? So, instead you chose to be straightforward and blunt. “I don’t know… Pretty shocked by the fact that a version of Rip Hunter who doesn’t know who he is, is locked up in the other room.”

This caught Eobard completely off guard. He let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, and huffed. “When you asked me to help you find the Sphere of Destiny, I didn’t think it would involve kidnapping and torture.”

Eobard went silent for a moment. It seemed he was debating if he even wanted to reply. But after a moment, he lets out a sigh. “Captain Hunter is not in his right mind right now. He has no true idea of his identity. I merely pushed Damien and Malcolm to ensure that Mr.Hunter wouldn’t become a danger to himself or others.”

That was his excuse?

“I get that but…” You shake your head. “Damien said he rid himself of his memories to keep you all from discovering where the Sphere of Destiny was.” You swallowed.

“Yes, he did.” Eobard nodded.

“But that implies he knows something I don’t.” You replied. It suggested that allowing Eobard and his associates to have the Sphere of Destiny in their possession, was dangerous. That it couldn’t be. Why? Why would it be dangerous?

They wanted to retrieve the Sphere so it could become a treasured artifact. How was that dangerous l?

Eobard shrugged his shoulders. “Mr.Hunter is a Time-Master. Well, more a former one anyways. I’m sure he thought that keeping anyone from knowing where the Sphere was, was the best way to protect history.”

“Eobard..” Your voice became lower.

Eobard raised an eyebrow. “Y/N, please. If you are worried about Captain Hunter’s well-being, then I have no problem ensuring Mr.Darhk, and Mr.Meryln use more…ethical ways of persuading him.”

“That’s not just it, Eobard.” You told him.

Not only, did you feel that Eobard was keeping more than one just secret from you but…but you couldn’t quite explain his behavior. One day, you and Eobard were in the lab. He was going on about how ecstatic he was to present himself to the world. To show them that he too could be a hero, just as the man and hero he admired. The Flash. The next, Eobard Thawne was gone. He had left a note to you, saying he had something important to tend to. That he would be: Back in a Flash. But… But he was gone, for an entire year. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Where did he go in all of that time? What was he doing? You were so desperate to know now.

A frown now graced Eobard’s features. “Then what is it?” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you straightened your posture. “Eobard, you left. You left and you were gone for an entire year.”

Eobard looked down at you. “Yeah…Yeah I was.”

“An entire year.” You repeated. But this time, hurt was in your voice. “All you left me was a note. No calls or texts. No indication of where you were or why you were gone for so long.”

Eobard sighed. He could tell by that look in your eyes, that this was going to be a very long and complicated conversation. One that you weren’t going to let go of so easily. He knew you well enough to know that.

“I know and…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. In a way, he was like a father to you, and he just up and leaves you?

“Sorry?” You scoffed. “Is that all you can say…”

Eobard Thawne knew that this conversation would be a very complicated one. One that he would have to help her understand. He knew in his heart, he couldn’t lie to her. He had to tell her the truth. The only issue with that, was that Eobard knew what that truth would do to her. Y/N looked up to him. She admired him. The same way he once admired The Flash. He saw the good parts of him. Completely unaware of the bad parts. The parts that were merciless and ruthless. He didn’t really want to have this conversation with her. But he knew that she wouldn’t stop pushing, until he did eventually her the truth.

Eobard sighed. “No of course not I-“ He let go of her shoulder. “I just…don’t know where to start with this.”

“Maybe with where you went?” You quizzed. You crossed your arms over your chest. What kind of business had been so important he had to abandon her?

“Right.” He cleared his throat.

You knew that Eobard had tended to be secretive with her about things. And in the past, you didn’t ever want to push him about them. But this time, this time you had to. “What could’ve been so important that you couldn’t tell me?“ You shake your head.

Eobard tensed. But he knew he had to tell her. “Okay okay.” He sighed. “I did leave you, yes. But, I left with the intention of coming back. I never meant to leave you hanging. I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you.”

“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?” You remarked.

“I wanted to contact you.” Eobard told you. “I promise, I did. But don’t things happened. And for months I left unable to reach you.”

“Where were you, Eo?” You uncrossed your arms. All of that time, you had felt so alone. While yeah, you still had your family and friends. But you and Eobard had always shared a profound bond.

“I…I traveled through time.” Eobard huffed.

Your eyes grew wide. He traveled through time? Why? Where did he go? “What? Why? Where did you travel to?”

“The year 2000.” Eobard looked down. “I uh, I went there to um…to see The Flash.”

The Flash? You tried to search your mind for answers. You knew that Eobard Thawne had admired The Flash. And perhaps yes, you did too. The Flash was a great hero, that would he remembered for centuries.

“The Flash?” You replied. “I don’t understand.” You shake your head. “Why would travel so far just to see The Flash? And if I’m not mistaken, that’s years before The Flash even came to be. He would’ve been young then.”

Eobard nodded. That you had been right about. Barry Allen, had just been a child. 11 years old. “Yes, that you are right about.”

“Eobard, you aren’t making sense!” You protested. What sense did it make that Eobard would travel all the way through time, to see The Flash before he came to be?

Eobard nodded. “I know. But… It will make sense.” He let out another sigh. “I didn’t just travel back in time to visit The Flash. I…” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I traveled back in time to kill him.”

Kill him? What?

Now he really wasn’t making any sense! This was absurd! Now, you were believing that he was starting to make things up.

“Kill him?” You scoffed. “Okay. Eobard, that’s not funny. That’s absurd. Why can’t you just tell me the truth? Instead of making up stories!”

“It’s not a story.” Eobard shakes his head. He looked back up to you.

“It has to be.” You remarked. Right? The Flash was his idol. The man who inspired him to even give himself super-speed in the first place. What sense did it make that he would want to kill his hero?

“It isn’t, I’m afraid.” Eobard said.

You looked at Eobard. And suddenly, you saw no sign of deception. Like he was actually being truthful.

“So you traveled back in time in kill the same man you idolize?” You shake your head. “No. No Eobard, stop. This is…this is crazy. Why would you want to kill The Flash? He’s your idol. He’s the very reason you even gave yourself super-speed in the first place! You’re not making sense!”Tears welled in your eyes. “Eobard, please. Just tell me the truth. Okay? I…I don’t get mad. I promise. Just tell me the truth.” You plead.

Eobard placed his hands on your shoulders. “I am telling you the truth but…” He breathed out. “But there is more to it. You’re right. The Flash is the very reason I gave myself super-speed. I idolized him. I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be like him. And when I finally did become like him, fast, well…I wanted to not just be like The Flash.” He sighed. “I wanted to be The Flash.” You tensed up, but kept your gaze on him. “And I was so close, Y/N. So close to presenting myself to the world. Showing them that I could be the hero that they needed. I could be The Flash.” His gaze darted downwards. “Then The Flash showed up. And what did he do? Stole my glory. Stole my crowd.” He clenched his jaw. “Then…then he saved the crowd. The crowd I was meant to impress. He stole everything from me.”

You listened to him. “So, he did his job? What…why want to kill him?”

Eobard looked back up. “The Flash took everything from me, Y/N. He took my chance of being a hero. Of being him. And to make matters worse, I learned… I learned that not only wouldn’t I never be The Flash, but I would destined to be his enemy.”

His enemy? “Enemy?” Eobard was suggesting that he was meant to be some sort of villain. No. No they couldn’t be! Eobard wasn’t a villain! He was your friend. Your mentor. “What? Eobard, that’s insane. You’re not…you’re not a bad guy…”

“Oh Y/N…” Eobard kept his hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for misleading about the kind of man I am…”

“What? No…I…I don’t understand…” You stared

“I am not a hero, like The Flash. I am not full of light and love. But I am the complete opposite, I am the reverse of everything he is.” Eobard told you. “I am full of darkness and rage. And I wanted to kill The Flash, because I hate him for what he did. I hate him, so much, Y/N. I’ve spent my entire life devoted to ruining his. I even went as far as killing his mother just to make him suffer.”

You felt your stomach drop. Suddenly, everything had chanted for you.

The man who had taught you everything you knew about your speed, wasn’t a hero. He was a villain. The very thing you had been training to stop.

Eobard Thawne was a murderer. A super-villain.

Did that mean that everything he had ever taught you meant nothing now?

Does it mean everything has been a whole lie this entire time? Did he even care about you? You didn’t know.

Everything was a lie.

Everything you thought, and knew about Eobard was all a lie.

“No. No. No.” You shake your head. “No.” You felt as if your heart was being tucked at it. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Y/N-“ Eobard began.

Feeling your breaths becoming more shaky, you stepped back, forcing Eobard to let go of your shoulders. “No! Stay away!�� You gritted your teeth. “Stay away from me!”

Eobard Thawne frowned. He could see. The heartbreak and sadness, the feeling of betrayal in your eyes. It made him feel a pang of hurt in his chest. He never meant for this. He never meant to lie to you. He never wanted to.

Eobard had just spent so much time with her, that it made it hard for him to want to tell you.

He wanted you to be happy.

He wanted you to trust him, and to admire him the way you did. Not be afraid of him. Or hate him.

“Y/N, I am sorry for lying to you.” Eobard began. “I never meant to. I never wanted to. It’s just…” He shakes his head. “I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. I wanted you to be happy.”

“You’re a monster! And a liar!” You shouted. You felt the tears escaping your eyes and down your cheeks.

You trusted him.

Eobard Thawne was your mentor. Your friend. Someone you looked up to you and believed in. Someone that you found yourself telling things that you didn’t tell others.

And he lied to you. Deceived you.

“You abandoned me!” You felt this overwhelming feeling of anger and rage. “You lied to me! And now you only brought me here to make me do something awful, didn’t you?”

“No. No of course not.” Eobard reassured. “I would never make you do anything bad.”

You scoffed. “Why should I listen to you?” After all, you should just run. Run away, and never turn your back. Because that’s how you were feeling. You never wanted to see him again. You never wanted to speak to him again.

“Because I only want what’s best for you.” Eobard told you.

‘I only want what’s best for you.’

Words you had heard time and time again from him. Before, you always thought it was sweet that he was looking out for you. But how, they meant nothing.

Nothing.

“If that were true, you would have never brought yourself into my life!” You exclaimed. “You would have stayed away.”

Eobard Thawne expected this. He knew that you would hate him. Even be afraid of him for lying to you. He knew that since he had first met you.

It’s why he tried to cherish every moment he had with you.

Because he knew the day would come where he may never see you again.

“Y/N, I only wanted to help you.” Eobard said. When he first met you, you were a young speedster who hardly understood your powers. Spiraling out of control all of the time. Then one day, you met him. And you promised to teach you how to harness your abilities. Train you, help you reach your full potential.

And you did.

And he had never felt more proud knowing he was the one who helped you. He was the one who shaped you into the hero you were.

You had watched you grow in so many ways. And over time, he began feeling an overwhelming need to protect you. Which, wasn’t in his nature. To want to care for someone besides himself. But you… You had reached to his humanity. The part of him who could feel, and care.

Even…love.

You showed him what it was like to be a father. To have someone to care for.

Eobard knew he could never have a family of his own. Not with the things he had done, and the person he was. So, it meant a lot for him to get this chance with you.

“You lied to me! You talk of helping me, but all you’ve done is hurt me.” You croaked. “You took my trust! You betrayed me! You’re right. You are the villain.” You shake your head. “You will never be The Flash. You will always be the reverse.”

He knew that. He would always be the Flashes greatest enemy. But he never wanted him to become yours.

“And I know that.” Eobard said. He took a step towards you. “I’ve always know The Flash and I would be rivals. And I finally accepted it. Embraced it. But Y/N, I never wanted to be your enemy. I only wanted to be your teacher. Your friend.”

You began to hyperventilate. “No. No. You shut up! You shut up! I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!”

Those words reached his heart. Because he felt it ache.

“I know…” He nodded. “I know…”

“We’re done.” You told him. Done with everything. The lessons. The training. The friendship. Over. There was nothing he could say or do to fix this. Nothing. “Do you hear me? I’m going to leave and I never want to see you again.”

Eobard gave a sad nod. He could understand that. And what was he supposed to do? Argue. Because he knew it wasn’t a fight he would win.

But you knew what he could do?

Finally tell you how he felt. How you mattered to him.

“And I won’t argue with you.” Eobard replied. You had every right to want to him and he knew that. “I’m not going to fight you. I’m not going to hurt. You….you can go…and….and you never have to see me again.” He sighed, but tried to gather his words. “But Y/N, if you’re going to go then well…I suppose I should tell you, shouldn’t I?”

“Tell me what?” You hissed.

“Y/N… I care about you.” He told you. “I always have. Even if you may hate me or be afraid of me, you need to know that. I have always cared for you in many ways. You have always mattered to me.”

What was this?

More lies? More deception? In your heart, you knew you should go. Leave him behind.

But instead, you stayed. Not knowing why you wanted to listen.

“From the beginning I have always felt the responsibility to look after you, and protect you.” Eobard confessed. “And…and I just never expected this.” He huffed. “I never expected the opportunity to be proud of someone. To see someone grow in so many ways and become successful.”

What?

“Why are you telling me this, huh?” You stared at him. Rage in your eyes.

“Because if you’re going to go, you need to know that. That I am proud of how far you have come. How much you have grown.” Eobard slowly inched closer to. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms. Though, instead of flinching, you froze. Unable to bring yourself to move. “I am proud of you, Y/N. And…” He looked down at you. “You have given me the chance to know what it feels like to be a father. To love someone more than you can ever imagine. To raise someone knowing they’ll be better then you ever were and being okay with that.”

No. No.

You couldn’t be hearing this, right. This had to be a lie, right?

Was Eobard really saying he loved you like a daughter?

“N-No. P-Please. J-Just-G-Go.” You plead. “Please.” You felt your chest pounding and your heart aching.

“If you want me to go, then I will go.” Eobard said. “I care about you enough to want you to be happy. And if forgetting about me is what will make you happy. Then okay.” He nodded. “I won’t get in the way of your happiness.”

“Stop pretending t-to care.”

“I was never pretending.” Eobard said. Though, his tone. It had become…softer. He raised his hand, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

Your eyes grew wide.

What was he doing? “What-“

“Goodbye, kid.” He said. A hint of sadness in his voice. And… It didn’t sound fake. It sounded, genuine. “I know you will be everything I wanted you to be. And you will be happy. Remember that.” He leaned forward, and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. Before pulling away from you.

In that moment, you felt like everything around you was spinning. And you seemed to make a realization.

He cared.

He cared…

Even through all of his lies and deception, he did care about you.

Eobard went to turn away, perhaps to leave as you had wanted him to. But, for some reason, you didn’t want him to leave you. Not again.

“Wait!”

Eobard looked to you, staring. Wondering what you could have possibly wanted. He figured you might leave now. To get as far away from him.

But in fact, it became quite the opposite.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You croaked. You didn’t why. Why you so desperately wanted him to stay. You should hate him. Fear him.

But now…you felt those emotions becoming buried deep inside of you.

And you only felt the need to be protected.

Eobard narrowed his eyes. You…you wanted him to stay?

If surely seemed like an illusion.

But from the way you weren’t running away, it had to be true hadn’t it? You wanted him to stay.

In a flash of lighting, you ran to him. Hugging him. So tightly, that you had almost knocked him over. But he was strong and could hold back.

Eobard, at first paused.

He was taken back by this.

Eobard looked down to you. The way you were clinging to him like he was the only thing that could keep you safe. It was familiar yet unfamiliar.

“S-Stay. P-Please.” You cried.

Eobard slowly felt himself sink into the hug. Of course he would stay. He wouldn’t ever think of abandoning you again. “Yes.” He whispered. “I promise, I won’t leave you this time.”

He meant that.

He would stay. He wouldn’t abandon you.

While he knew he wouldn’t give up on his quest to retrieve The Sphere of Destiny, there was one thing he knew for certain.

Right all, all he wanted to stay here with you. His friend. His student.

His daughter.

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Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one. Author’s Remarks: Short, sweet, etc.

Some things to know about speedsters: they eat a lot, they will do everything fast if they’re not reminded to slow down, they get tired fast too. Eobard is no exception, particularly because he overworks himself whenever the Flash is involved in his plans. Sleep doesn’t come every day like it does for those who move at a normal speed. So when he ends up in bed around the same time as you it’s a treat.

His clothes can range from actual pajamas to casual houseware or a full suit to his speedster gear. It depends on the day. You're lucky enough today to find him in pajamas and buried into covers as fast asleep as anyone can be. His hair is messed and you can tell it’s from the Reverse Flash suit by the way it lays at the front. Said suit is compacted back into its ring, laying on the nightstand.

You join him, lifting the covers and intending to simply let him sleep on his own side, but he pulls you closer. His face buries itself into your back as his arms find their place around you. Slight mumbles come from him, something about the Flash and Central City. You make yourself comfortable and fall asleep yourself, much faster than you expect to.

Mornings after Eobard has actually slept are full of energy. He makes breakfast, most of it for him due to his calorie needs, but he saves your favorites for you. His work is put off in favor of keeping you close because his focus is in one place rather than the other. Most of that time is spent in bed, some of it is spent on the couch with the TV on and programmed away from anything superhero or villain related.

All days are good days, but these are your favorite.

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Laying With the Devil

AN: I wrote this when I was in high school and I orphaned it and I just remembered it exists after finding a google doc of the last chapter. So I searched in AO3 for hours to find it!

MDNI? (I wrote it when I was a minor so idk)

WC: 11k Unfinished // AO3 Link // WA: Explicit (again I was a minor. Violence. Light mention of abuse but no details, emotional manipulation // summery:

“A brave man is an man who dares to look the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.” — James A. Garfield

#to the young people who read my stuff anyway #because I know you do!#stop!#but I know you won’t!#don’t delete anything!!!#it’s nice to see your progress and growth as a writer #and any abandoned or unfinished idea is useful!!#the flash #the flash cw #reverse flash #Harrison Eobard wells #eobard thawne #Harrison wells x reader #Eobard Thawne x reader #Harrison wells x black reader #Eobard Thawne x black reader #tom cavanagh #Tom cavanagh x reader #Tom cavanagh x black reader

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 9 months

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Legends of Tomorrow Masterlist

One Shots

Make His Life Hell - Eobard Thawne x Reader

Bridge Battle - Leonard Snart x Reader

Affected Advances - John Constantine x Reader

Complaint No.3 - John Constantine x Reader

Admit It - John Constantine x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine making Constantine jealous during a mission with the Legends

Imagine bonding with Ray in the kitchen about your complicated relationships

Imagine attending Nate’s fathers funeral with the Legends

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 10 months

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⚡ At War With Love

At War With Love: You, the companion and girlfriend of one Harrison Wells, haven’t exactly been honest with your friends, or your boyfriend. As it turns out, your secret isn’t a secret to all, and the man you thought you were dating has been keeping secrets of his own.

Warnings: Language, Wound Description.

To Note: Eowells x FemaleMeta!Reader.

Word Count: ~3.4k

You were still yanking your wrists against the restraints holding your arms to the chair long after Barry had run off with Professor Stein. He hadn’t known you were being held too and you figured that your friends were only now starting to wonder where you had gone. Well, you at least hoped they were wondering. You weren’t exactly sure where your worth as Harrison’s… companion, lay, amongst Team Flash.

Looking down at your bloody wrists, you bit down on your lip at the sight of your cut skin. Your ability to regenerate was quite slow, so the cuts in your skin were in various stages of healing making you had been held prisoner for weeks, rather than six long days. Discoloration was scattered all along your wrists and forearms. The broken skin looked worse.

To be honest, you looked a lot worse than you had been dealt with, mainly because you had put up one hell of a fight when they took you, and not once had you made anything easy for them. Breathing as a fresh wave of pain cut further into your arms, your eyes lifted from your body to look at Eiling who was currently in the process of pouring himself a drink.

“I’d pour you a glass, but you have proved to be far too much trouble to wander around free, Miss Y/L/N,” Eiling said as he recapped the bottle. You glared at him before yanking at your wrists some more, splattering more blood on the concrete floor beneath you. “Though your healing abilities might prove useful.”

“Doubtful, I can’t control it,” You spat back with a growl. "How useful can it be?"

“I'm going to go out on a limb and guess your friends don’t know about it, do they…” Eiling guessed, your flinch told him that he had guessed correctly.

“Doctor?”

The doctor you had seen hanging around walked forwards with a big nasty needle in hand and a betadine scrub in the other. Your eyes went wide and you started struggling more, yanking hard at your wrists.

“No need to struggle,” Eiling spoke up as two soldiers walked over and put their hands on your shoulders, shoving you forwards in your seat to expose the back of your neck. “We just need some of your lymphatic fluid. If we militarize your healing factor, our soldiers will be that much better, nearly indestructible. Consider it your contribution of humanities greatest invention.”

Gasping and jerking against the hands holding you forwards, you found your struggles a fruitless task as your hair was shoved to the side and the betadine scrub was brushed over your neck. Nails curving into talons, your nostrils flared as your heart raced in your chest, the anticipation building. The moment the needle entered your neck, you felt sharp pain and your limbs twitched.

A small whimper slipped from your lips and feeling the needle slide further, you dug your fingers into the chair until you could feel your fingernails breaking. A heavy wheeze flowed from your open mouth when the needle stopped going in and you could feel it pulling liquid out. That made you twitch even more against the hard hands holding you down.

“And that’s what we need for now,” The Doctor said before yanking the needle out. Letting out a grunt, you shook off the hands on your shoulder while feeling fluid dribbling down your neck. You didn’t know what it was but you had a feeling that it was either blood or something much worse.

“You know that they are going to find out that I’m missing eventually, right?” You croaked out, lifting your head to glare into Eiling’s eyes.

“Oh I’m counting on it, you see, you are also my insurance that Wells continues to cooperate with me, you’re my way of keeping him in line,” Eiling said before picking up his glass and looking at the doctor. “Tell me what you find, if we can synthesize something that helps speed up healing. I want to know what makes her tick.”

“Understood.” You drooped where you sat, dejected and wondering if you were going to end up as a lab rat because of some weak meta power you had gained. There was a sound of retreating feet and you knew you were left to bleed in your chair. Considering that you already had wounds your body was trying to heal, your neck wasn’t going to close up anytime soon.

A drop of what was oozing from your neck slipped around to the side and dropped from your skin, hitting your exposed knee. It was red, you think you prefer blood to spinal fluid. The ache in your wrists went onto the back burner, your neck burning in pain and echos of the needle jabbing in on replay in your memories. You trembled in place.

You chose to stare at your leg, watching the occasional red drop of blood slide from your neck and splash against your skin. Ever so slowly the frequency of the splashes slowed down, indicating that your healing was kicking in. You didn’t know how long you sat there, slumped over, your head hanging down as your predicament really started hitting you.

You were the perfect lab rat for Eiling, a solider with self-healing capabilities was a better, faster, more robust soldier. No doubt the doctor would find some way to enhance the speed of healing, and as long as they had you, they would have an unlimited supply to test on. Softly groaning, your fingers twitched as a peculiar numbness started taking over your body. Were you going to pass out because your body was overwhelmed with things to heal? Perhaps, and maybe that would be a relief. You were hungry, so hungry, and the bags of saline occasionally pumped into you did little to curb the raw hunger in your stomach.

While you were trying not to wallow in self-pity and break down in tears because you truly were expendable… you heard electronics in the room crackle for a moment. Lurching your head up in confusion, because the last time you had heard that, Barry had entered the room a few seconds after, you looked around. Surely Barry hadn’t come back… had he? Your eyes blinked in confusion as Eiling picked up on the fluctuation as well. He didn’t even get out one word before he was gone, his glass shattering on the floor and the liquid splashing on the floor.

A gasp just barely slipped through your lips. It didn’t take your brain long to connect the dots, but what was he doing here? Dumbly staring at the broken glass as the soldiers in the room started muttering between themselves, you didn’t have to wait long for something to happen again. The crackle happened once more, and with your mind just barely registering that the restraints had been removed, you found your sluggish and limp body swung up into a pair of deadly arms.

Whimpering out in pain at the sudden movement, you blinked hazily at a vibrating yellow suit and then red eyes. Despite your lethargic state, you were still freaking out on the inside. Yellow suit, Reverse Flash, pretty sure that was a bad thing? What did he want with you? Lying limp was all you could do while cradled in his arms, any movement you did only seemed to inflame your neck. One lethargic blink and the world was moving. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to ignore the sudden roll your stomach made at the movement. You had always hated it when Barry zipped around with you but at least now you felt so weak the thought of throwing up seemed the least of your worries.

It seemed that just as quickly as the movement started, it came to a stop, causing yet another wave of nausea to briefly run through your body. Groaning softly as your stomach threatened to rebel, you felt your body being set down and your limbs flop around. You forced yourself onto your side to huddle in a small, trembling ball, pulling your torn-up wrists to your chest to fully hunker down.

Leather fingers gently brushed your messy, greasy hair away from your neck and your automatic response was to whimper and shrivel. Nothing was jabbed into your neck again and a rather light touch brushed along the aching skin. Flinching slightly, you forced yourself to turn your fearful eyes to the glowing red ones of the Reverse Flash.

“I was wondering where you had gone to, you aren’t one to wander or disappear,” His garbled voice said as he crouched down so you were at eye level. “I should have known Eiling would have gone after you.”

“Why?” You whispered out weakly. Leather gloves were soon plucking one of your wrists, raising it to reveal your discolored skin and lines of scabbed over cuts.

“Your gift of healing is quite valuable, Y/N,” You didn’t have the energy to question how he knew your name, or how he had come to find out about your healing factor. The Reverse Flash always seemed to know everything.

“It’s slow and I can’t control it, how is that valuable?”

“It might not be powerful now,” He responded before his body stopped vibrating and he was pulling the cowl down. Your eyes widened as your next breath caught in your throat and you choked on it. Harrison smiled gently down at you. “But it will be.”

“I don’t understand and I’m not sure I want to,” You croaked out while Harrison ran his thumb along your uncut skin. You should be feeling a multitude of emotions right now, but all you felt was exhaustion and emptiness.

“I know,” Harrison said with a light smile, the smile not reaching his eyes which were storing with intense thoughts. “We will talk, Y/N, when you are feeling better. Try to get some sleep.”

You would have snarkily shot back that how could you possibly sleep after being held captive for a week and then finding out that he was the Reverse Flash, but all you wanted to do was sleep. So that’s what you did.

You woke up curled up on your side with a blanket carefully tucked around your aching body. The aches in your body were nothing new, they always appeared when you had to use your healing abilities extensively. It sucked and you felt like a zombie for the days afterward. At least that feeling was also shortening in duration. Perhaps it was getting better.

Slowly lurching your tired body into a sitting position, you looked to the nearest window, it had been nighttime when Harrison had rescued you. Now it looked like it was late afternoon, maybe early evening. You had slept the day away.

Holding out your right wrist while clutching the blanket around your shoulders, you looked at the fading marks from the restraints. Dried blood was smeared all over your skin, but the area around it looked well on its way to being fully healed. You lowered your arm and looked down at your leg peeking out from underneath the blanket. That too was smeared with blood. You were a mess, an absolute mess… and yet you barely had the energy to care.

You tentatively reached out for the floor with your bare toes, intending to get to your feet and hunt down a certain man that had a lot of explaining to do. Standing up wasn’t exactly effortless, and several grunts and soft noises escaped your mouth before you stood hunched over without swaying side to side.

Tottering over to the door with the blanket dragging behind you, you pulled it open and blinked when you were greeted with the familiar sight of Harrison’s house. You followed the hallway to the main area of the house. When in doubt, you would find Harrison somewhere on the first floor. Hopefully…

You reached the stairs and carefully started shuffling down them, using one hand to grip the railing. It was slow going, your legs still feeling quite wobbly underfoot but you managed to get down the flight of stairs without tripping and falling the rest of the way down. Your feet hit the first-floor marble, it was cool against them and soothed the aching feeling that dug deep into the pads.

The first thing you picked up on was the lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee which made your feet start heading in the direction of the kitchen, blanket still dragging behind you. You walked through the hall of glass walls and tentatively emerged in the sleek, modern kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” You blinked at that mundane question before slowly tilting your eyes to the floor and shrugging half-heartedly while tightening your fingers on the blanket around your shoulders. “Y/N, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happens when you heal.”

“I get sore,” You answered in a quiet, scratchy voice. “And my energy is drained, I sleep a lot, and I look sickly. It doesn’t feel good.”

You heard the sound of a chair soft scraping on the floor as he got to his feet. Your eyes stayed trained on your feet. You saw his feet come into view and seconds later fingers were gently pulling your chin up so you had to look him in the eyes.

“When was the last time you ate?” Harrison questioned, you pressed your lips together before responding.

“What day is it?” He let out a sigh at your question before guiding you over to the dining table.

“Sit, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Slumping in a chair, you pulled the blanket further around your shoulders and buried your chin and mouth in the soft fabric. Your pretty sure you fell back to sleep sitting right there because one moment you were staring at the tabletop… and the next fingers brushing hair out of your face were drawing you from sleep.

You jerked ever so slightly where you sat and stared at the table in front of you where a plate of the leftover pasta dish. With Harrison's proclivity to pull all-nighters, you always made several freezable meals for him in advance. This had been one of them.

“Eat,” Harrison said while holding a fork out in front of you. Your hand appeared from your swaddled mess of blankets and gingerly took the fork from him. Slowly, you started picking at the food in front of you.

Your eyes stared at the bathwater that was slowly turning pink from the dried blood on your body. You had food in your stomach, had slept some, and yet all you did was sit in the bath staring at the water with a vacant look. Your eyes drifted to your wrists and the fading bruises, the only evidence left of being tied up.

You suppose you should be feeling more than you currently were given the situation you had been in twenty-four hours ago. Pulling your knees towards your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs and stared at your fingers. Soft blue light flickered between your fingers, fuzzy and unstable.

Harrison reentered the bathroom, a change of clothes in hand. He paused for a moment before setting them on the counter and walking over to the side of the tub. A soft blue glow was sparking between your fingers. Your powers. They would manifest much quicker now. Harrison knelt next to you and reached over to take one of your wrists.

“You are supposed to be washing the blood off.” He commented before taking the washcloth you were supposed to be scrubbing the crusty dried blood from your skin. “Y/N,”

Your blank eyes slowly lifted to look at his.

“He did a number on you, didn’t he,” Harrison continued as he took your chin in hand and brushed his thumb over your lips. This was the first time he had ever seen you so out of it, so listless, almost broken even.

“He wasn’t going to let me go,” You finally responded numbly. “Not with my power at his disposal. He wanted to use me to make his perfect soldiers.”

“Eiling won’t be a problem any longer, and he certainly won’t ever be setting eyes on you again.” He told you sternly, darkness flashing in his eyes. “I will make sure of that.”

“Why?”

“I protect my own, Y/N, you are mine, and mine alone.” He answered simply before running the washcloth along your bloody skin. Your brain didn’t have the energy to mull over his words any further as Harrison continued to gently scrub the dried blood from your skin. The water changed to a darker pink color as the blood was washed from your skin.

Through your numb state and zero reaction to cleaning your body up from the mess, Harrison never once used more than a gentle touch.

“I always found you and your gift to be stunning,” Harrison went on, slowly drawing the washcloth over your shoulder to clean the trails of dried blood from your neck. All that remained from the needle mark was slightly redden skin. “That’s what drew me to you, in my time, you are legendary.”

He went on to explain who he really was, and how he had gotten trapped in the past. Your numb state took it all in without reaction, and when he started washing the dirt, sweat, and grime from your hair, you stared up into his face.

“For someone so brilliantly smart,” You started, blinking up at him. “I don’t understand how you could have ever been fascinated with someone like me.”

Harrison’s lips twitched into a soft smile as he pulled the extra shampoo from your hair. He then pulled the drain on the tub and got the faucet going once more.

“I wanted to know who the legendary woman idolized in my time was as a person.” He explained while running a hand underneath the stream of water. “And believe me, I have not been disappointed. You have no idea how bewildering it was to me when you of all people agreed to date me.”

“Do you know how bewildering it was to me that someone like Harrison Wells would even give me a second glance?” You muttered underneath your breath as he started running the detachable showerhead over your hair. “If you haven’t noticed, I bumble around a lot, not exactly ‘legendary’. I’m mundane, boring, o one ever noticed me.”

“Maybe not now, but you will be.” He answered as he continued to wash the soap from your hair. Eventually, you were finally clean from your week-long captivity and Harrison was wrapping a towel around your body and pulling you back to your feet. Somehow, you found the will to change into the clothes he had grabbed from the stash of clothes you had kept at Harrison’s house when you stayed over.

Dressed in a shirt and shorts, and with your hair hanging limp but clean around your shoulders, you crawled into the bed you had shared with Harrison. Only one thing was on your mind. Sleep. Curling up on your side, you allowed yourself to succumb to the strong urge to hibernate until your energy was replenished.

You wish you could have said that your sleep was peaceful, but for some reason, Eiling’s face echoed in your subconscious and phantom pain from your previous injuries and torture pulsated underneath your skin. You found yourself thrashing among twisted sheets, your heart racing like never before as you nearly hyperventilated. Hands were grabbing at your flailing limbs and preventing them from flying about while noises of panic and desperation passed through your lips.

“Y/N, wake up.” A strong voice said, jarring you out of your nightmare. "Y/N!"

Eyes flying open as you gasped on air, your fear-filled eyes met Harrison’s blue ones before daring around, looking for danger.

"You're safe, you're safe," He said gently as you shook in his arms like a leaf. Your lips pressed together as you tried to stifle the whimpers pouring from your mouth. You slumped against his chest and tried to control your rapid and heavy breathing. While you slowly drifted back to sleep, Harrison ran his fingers through your wild bedhead. One last thought entered your mind before you truly slipped back under.

You definitely still had feelings for Harrison, but knowing that he was the Reverse Flash changed everything. Was it even safe to be near the man that you had been dating for a long time? He said that he wouldn't let anything happen to you again, but would you eventually need protection from him?

You were at war with your love. Who was going to come out on top? Your love for Harrison? Or your love for your friends?

Date Published: Heck if I Know

Last Edit: 6/22/23

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mcbenson25 · 11 months

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

^^^^

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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A Date In The Pipeline (part 2)

Eowells X Fem Reader

Summary: It's been two days, and no one on team flash has heard from Y/N. So Barry uses this as an opportunity to finally confront his mother's killer to see if he had anything to do with it.

Content Warning: Kidnapping

@eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N woke up to her head throbbing her eyes were heavy and opening them was a difficult task. She could hear hushed voices behind her and it only took her a brief moment to know that it wasn’t her friends from S.T.A.R Labs. Her vision was blurry so she wasn’t sure where she was. She tried to move only to find that that her hands and feet were bound to a chair. She inwardly groaned and dropped her head. Looking at the floor she noticed her vision becoming clearer and she lifted her head again to be greeted by James Jesse himself causing her to jump. Two hands gripped her shoulders causing her to squirm in her seat. She tried to speak but her mouth was dry and turned into a coughing fit. “She awakens!” The younger trickster cackled behind her.

The elder trickster stroked her cheek getting close to where there noses touched, “We are going to have so much fun together,” Y/N shifted her head from his grasp. The older man left her line of sight and began barking orders to his son. Another whack over the head and Y/N was unconscious for the second time.

~Meanwhile at S.T.A.R Labs 2 days later~

Barry walked into the cortex on the phone trying to get ahold of Y/N only to get her voicemail for what felt like the millionth time. He looked at the Doctor and the engineer who looked like they were also on their phones worried expressions on their face. “You haven’t heard from Y/N either I take it.”

Cisco took a bite from his twizzler and shook his head, “No, I’m getting worried, I went to her apartment last night and she didn’t answer. I knew the Reverse Flash is Harrison Wells thing had her pretty upset.” He sighed, “I would have just hoped that she would have come to us to talk about it with us.” Barry rubbed his forehead in frustration. Cisco walked past his best friend, and sat in front of his computer, “I did take the liberty of pulling up the security feed from the last night she was here. Look who she paid a visit to that night,” He pulled up the video for both Barry and Caitlin to see. The video of Y/N confronting Harrison Wells emotions were clearly running high between the two before she walked away.

Barry took a deep breath and turned toward the exit of the cortex, “Where are you going,” Caitlin question her brow furrowed.

Barry turned to see her worried expression and tried to give her a reassuring smile, “It’s time for me and Thawne to have a chat he may know where Y/N went.” With that answer Barry sped down to the pipeline. The door hissed open and Barry’s eyes met with the man who killed his mother and had been his mentor for the passed year.

“Hello, Barry,” Well’s voice boomed with the echo of his cell. Barry straightened his spine at the menacing voice. “Looks like we have a lot to discuss.”

~Meanwhile~

Y/N floated in and out of consciousness either out of self preservation or pure fear she wasn’t sure which one. They hadn’t done anything nefarious to her and for that she was extremely grateful for that but made her extremely nervous because that wouldn’t last forever.

Loud clanging behind her made her flinch and turned her head. Trickster Jr. Was bringing in what looked like lighting equipment and a tripod and fumbling around losing balance. “Careful with that, Son, we have to be able to actually use that equipment.” Tricksters Sr. rolled his eyes and turned his gaze over to the young woman. He looked on the table and took a purple scarf off the table nearest him as his son began to set up the equipment. Y/N began to squirm in her seat again restricted by her bonds. He mad his way over to her as running the scarf through his fingers. “You are not going to get away with this, Jesse.” He got close to her face yet again, causing Y/N to avert her gaze by moving her head.

The trickster gripped her chin and forced him to look at him, squeezing tightly enough to elicit a whimper out of his captive. “No one will be here to stop us. No one will be here to save you.”

He loosened his grip and without hesitation she spat in his face. The Trickster began to cackle in response that caused Y/N’s blood to curl. He took the scarf and placed it over her mouth tightening the cloth behind her head. He gripped her shoulders and she could feel his breath against her ear, “You better hope that the Flash and that joke of a genius from S.T.A.R Labs meet our demands or you will be the one that pays the price.”

As he walked away cackling as Y/N began to fight against the ropes against her wrist hoping the knots would become loose. She hoped Barry would not fall for his trap. She paused briefly to think about what James Jesse had said about the joke of a genius. She whimpered in her gag as she realized they were referring to Eobard or in this case Harrison Wells, she doubt that he would be able to meet their demands and was even less sure of Thawne and Barry being able to work together. She began to sob hoping that her friends would be able to figure out some way to get her out of this mess.

~Meanwhile~

Thawne explained everything to Barry about why he killed his mother. Rehashing that painful memory the young speedster wanted nothing more than to walk away but he couldn’t. It didn’t take long for Thawne to figure out that he wanted more information, “You want to ask me something else don’t you?” His eyebrow quirked up, his face smug. Barry curled his hands into fists and released a sigh, “Out with it, Allen.”

Barry’s eyes hardened, “Where is she, Thawne?”

Eobard looked in his cell pretending to look for someone, “Care to be more specific? Because as you can see I’m the only one in my cell.”

Barry’s anger was beginning to rise, “Cut the crap, we know you had something to do with her disappearance. Where. Is. She?”

Eobard walked closer to the glass, “I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who you are referring to, Allen. I’m not in the business of kidnapping.” He faced the back of his cell taking a step that way.

Barry took a step forward as well as a challenge in his own right. “Right, you can’t possibly know who I’m referring to.” He releases a humorless laugh, “If you can’t have Y/N, no one can, right?”

That gave Thawne pause to look back at his rival, “Allen, I’m going to ask this once. What are you talking about?”

Barry’s face softened from the hard expression revealing the news, “Y/N has been miss for a couple days, Thawne, this has you written all over it. Just please tell me where she is.”

Thawne rubbed his hand over his mouth, processing the news, “Allen, listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this once. I do not hire others to do my dirty work for me. it's too risky. If I knew where she was, I would tell you. I know this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I would never do anything to hurt Y/N, nor would I take her against her will.” He sped to the glass and slammed a fist against it causing the Scarlett Speedster to jump slightly, “I suggest you start looking for her because that last time I have seen or heard from her was two days ago when she came down here to visit me.”

Before Barry had time to respond Cisco’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Barry, you need to see this,” there was a brief pause, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but we need Imposter Wells too.”

Barry rolled his eyes as Eobard gave a look of surprise, “I’m not releasing him from his cell.”

Caitlin’s voice came on the intercom quickly, “Barry, he needs to see this too.”

The two rivals exchanged looks, Thawne’s one of a challenge and Barry’s full of disdain. “What’s it going to be, Barry?”

Barry rubbed his temples with his fingers as he went to the tablet and opened the cell door. As the man in yellow stepped out, Barry stepped in his way, “One toe out of line, and I’m sending you back to the cell.”

Eobard gave a curt nod as the two sped into the cortex to see all the monitors had the same video pulled up on the screens. Y/N in bound and gagged in a chair fighting against her restraints. “Firelight,” Eobard whispered to find the trio of his former friends staring at him cautiously.

The Trickster duo came to the forefront of the screen in their usual flamboyant style. “Greetings Central City, we have a special message for our dear friend Flash and Dr. Harrison Wells,” the youngest said. Another look from the group at the evil speedster as he continued to stay focused on the screen. “As you can see behind us, we have Harrison Well’s girlfriend with us and if he and the Flash are not here in 2 hours. Well, let's just say she will be sleeping with the fishes.”

Trickster Sr. stood in front and began to motion his finger back and forth, “Tick tock, tick tock.” He walked away from the camera approaching, Y/N who was visibly trying to escape as he kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the back of her chair and began to drag her into the darkness as laughter filled the speakers before the feed cut off.

“Were you able to get a location on off of the feed?” Barry asked the tension in the room being a palpable thing.

Cisco nodded, “They are on the outskirts of the city. What’s the plan?”

“Simple we go in there we grab Y/N than take out the father and son duo from hell.” Eobard spoke softly, Barry noticed the tick in his jaw.

“No killing though, we will apprehend them we can play it where you get her out of their and I will handle James and son.”

Thawne nodded, “Though we have time, so let’s make a sound plan that will not get the 3 of us killed.” Eobard walked towards Barry and extended out his hand. “For her I’m willing to put our differences aside.”

Barry looked at his hand and shook it, “For Y/N only. Then it's back in the cell.” Eobard nodded, and 4 went to work at making a plan to get their girl back.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!

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