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sarawritestories · 1 year

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A Date In The Pipeline (Part 1)

Eowells X Fem Reader

Tagging @eonash in hopes that you enjoy along with @yetanotherwells!

Word count: 1739 words (I am incapable of writing short fics)

Content Warning: Angst, heartbreak, and potential kidnapping, also cliffhanger.

A/N I hope you all really enjoy this with everyone's favorite unhinged speedster!

Y/N sat at her desk in the cortex staring at the blank screen. Caitlin and Cisco and herself had sat and watched as Barry, Oliver and Firestorm went toe to toe with the Reverse Flash. A gust of air filled the cortex as Barry made his entrance. “He’s in the pipeline,” Y/N struggled to maintain eye contact with the Scarlett Speedster as he gave her a warm smile from his victory.

Cisco and Caitlin both sighed with relief and both decided to head home to get some much needed rest, Joe following suit to see if Iris was okay. Leaving the two heroes alone. Y/N had conflicting feelings, on the one hand she was relieved that they were able to apprehend Harrison Wells or whoever he really was on the other she was harboring all this pain and heartbreak at his betrayal. Those feelings then turned into guilt because this man killed Barry’s mom and she still had all these unresolved feelings toward the man in yellow.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Barry leaned over the computer monitor, causing her to look up at her friend, concern etched into his face.

Y/N sighed, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you hated me, Barry.”

That took Barry by surprised, “Why exactly would I hate you?”

Y/N tugged on her oversized sweater, one she had ironically taken from Harrison’s closet, “Because I was dating the enemy. The man who killed your mother.”

Barry made his way around the desk and grabbed her hand giving it a comforting squeeze, “Listen, he tricked us all. There was no way of knowing that he was something other than what he said he was. Its not like he told you.” Tears were beginning to form in Y/N eyes a few slipping down her cheeks. “The pain and hurt and betrayal your feeling are okay. He broke your heart and your trust I will never be upset with you about this.”

More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around the speedster, “I feel so dumb, Barry.”

He wrapped his arms around his friend, “I understand, you have every right to feel these emotions right now. We all were tricked.” He pulled away to look her in the eyes, “If you need to go get some closure, go get it, I will be here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Thanks, Barry.”

Barry gave her a warm smile, “Anytime, Y/N but I think I’m going to go and try to get some sleep you should do the same.”

Y/N nodded, “Home reminds me of him, I’ll probably crash here tonight I have some spare clothes here.” Barry furrowed his brows, “I’m going to be okay, I promise, have a good night or try to.”

Barry nodded and sped out of the room leaving her in the cortex alone with her thoughts. She ran her hand through her hair and took a look at Barry’s super suit a symbol of hope. She closed her eyes as she had the over powering urge to scream and just curl up in a ball and cry at the same time. Frustrated she threw a mug full of pens against a wall as the glass shattered she rose from her chair. Before her brain could object the idea she made her way to the elevator heading toward the pipeline.

As she was approaching the pipeline she was trying to push down the tender memories that her and Harrison Wells shared together. The walk to the pipeline was unfortunately too short. As she approached the keypad that would open the door she took a deep breath and she straightened her back. She pressed the button and the door began to open.

Fortunately for Y/N Harrison was facing the wall back toward his hands clasped behind his back. Hearing the door open he turned around but who he saw caused his eyes to widen in surprised, “Well, I didn’t expect you to come visit me, Firelight.” His glasses were gone along with the warmth his crystal blue eyes that once brought her so much comfort. His cold calculating stare caused a shiver to run down her spine.

She walked toward the cell and crossed her arms and gritted her teeth at the old pet name, “I’m not someone who will cower away from someone, no matter how badly they hurt me. Also, I think you have forfeited the right to call me that.” She took one step closer to the glass, “I have questions,”

He gave a slight nod, “I’m sure you do, I have answers,” he noticed she averted his gaze. “Y/N, look at me.” She refused and he slammed a fist against the glass causing her to jump, “Look at me.”

Y/N looked up at him, He released his fist from the glass, “I wanted to tell you so many times.”

That caused Y/N to roll her eyes, “Right, because you would have absolutely told me that you were actually a speedster and the reason that Barry’s mother is dead,” she was getting restless and began pacing, “You knew I would more than likely tell the team who you really were so lets not lie anymore, okay?”

Harrison leaned against the wall crossing his arms and one leg over his other one, “You’re right, I knew there was a risk of you telling the team who I really am, but that wasn’t the reason I didn’t tell you.”

That paused Y/N’s pacing as she looked at her former lover, “I have no where better to be, tell me the reason.”

The Reverse Flash released a sigh, “Does knowing the reason going to change anything, Firelight. I doubt you would believe me. I don’t blame you.”

Y/N leaned against the door frame of the pipeline, “I mean it’s hard to trust someone when I don’t even know your name. Well, your real name.”

There was a long silence for a moment. The silence caused Y/N to pinch the bridge of her nose feeling as though this conversation is going nowhere. “Eobard,” she looked over and met those blue eyes again, “My name is Eobard Thawne.”

“Thawne is not necessarily a common name, are you related to Eddie?” Thawne nodded his head, “Alright, you have my attention start from the beginning.”

So for the next hour Thawne did, he told her how he ended up here, how he decided to kill Barry’s mom that night and how he found out he was stuck in this time period. By the end of his story Y/N was rubbing her temples taking all the information in. “I have one question,” She looked up to the ceiling, “Why even ask me on a date if your only goal was to get back to your time. This way you could still lie, and you wouldn’t have to pretend to have feelings for me.” Fresh tears began to run down Y/N’s cheeks out of frustration and heartbreak.

Eobard slammed his palm against the glass, causing another jump from the young meta, “It wasn’t pretend. My feelings for you was not part of my plan but they were real, they still are real.”

Y/N aggressively wiped her eyes, she could feel her face getting puffy and a headache was blooming on the front of her skull, “Real or not, there is no point in your story where I don’t get hurt,” her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t plan for you to be in that coma with Barry, never the less expecting to train you. I especially did not expect to grow attached to you and wanting to remain close to you. This wasn’t planned you are the last person I would want to hurt.” Thawne licked his lips as he placed his palm back on the glass. Sky tracked the movement and tried to read his body language to decipher if he was lying. She looked into eyes she had grown so fond of, had the warmth and comfort returned. “You were not a part of the plan, and you took me by surprise but I have no regrets about taking that risk for you. Even when it came down to me returning to my time I would have figured something out-“

Y/N raised her hand to silence him. “Thank you for telling me,” Tears began to flow as she continued, “but I think you and I both know that this was always going to end with me getting my heart broken.” She placed her palm on the glass lining her palm with his. She was compelled to add, “My heart will heal, and I will find someone who will love and respect me enough to be honest. One thing you taught me is how strong of a person I am.” Eobard averted his gaze from her for the first time since she opened the door to the pipeline. She took a steadying breath she retracted her hand and headed back to the door panel. She turned back to look at the evil speedster one last time. “For what it’s worth, I was beginning the to fall in love with you and that is what hurts the most,” This caused the older man to look up at her though he remained tight lip. She gave him a small teary smile, “Goodbye, Eobard.”

He bowed his head, “Goodbye, Y/N,” he whispered as the doors closed, separating them for good. Y/N released a sigh and wiped her eyes, though the tears still flowed. Suddenly growing tired, she made her exit from the lab and began making her retreat home no longer wanting to stay in the labs near the evil speedster.

Given the late hour, the air had a crisp chill causing the young woman to cross her arms around her body. The feeling of eyes on her caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Though as she turned to see if anyone was watching her she found nothing. Turning back around with a confused expression she jumped when she was met with James Jesse a.k.a the Trickster. “Now a nice girl like you must know you should never walk late at night alone.” He began to cackle and before Y/N could turn around to flee, she was hit in the back of her head and her vision began to darken and she collapsed to ground.

To Be Continued...

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elfwoodfae · 1 year

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Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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ageless-aislynn · 2 years

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From @mrtobenamedlater

@ageless-aislynn you like the romance so let’s do 💔💞💋🍆

Ooo, thank you kindly! I haven’t done one of these in a while! 😎👍

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

“Cold” (Eobard Thawne/Killer Frost, The Flash) is one of the very few fics that I’ve done that includes major character deaths and no happy ending. It’s also super short, barely a double drabble, but I was proud to have gotten comments that it still packed a punch.

The real answer, though, is that my heart is broken by the WIPs I don’t think will ever get finished. That truly makes me sad. 😕

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Present day, I find it very rewarding to write for John (aka Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, Halo), no matter the pairing.

I haven’t actually written John/Makee, btw, but I’ve used several of their scenes to make GIFs for “15 Minutes” (John/Reader) so that counts, right? 😁😇 Also, that soft little smile of his MELTS MY HEART. 😍😍😍 I adore this big Spartan Boi SO MUCH.

Overall, though, my comfort character to write for for the past 7 years is Eobard Thawne (The Flash).

“He’s so tall and handsome as hell, he’s so bad but he does it so well...” could’ve been written for these Murder Bois, what can I say? I’ve written for both versions, though Tom Cavanagh’s Eobard has the lion’s share. Weirdly, though, I do feel a definite difference in writing Matt Letscher’s Eobard, so I hope that has come across in the fics he’s starred in.

I’m not sure why my comfort characters, the ones I find it easiest to fall into their voice, are all male. 🤷‍♀️ (I do truly love writing for Kai, for my “15 Minutes” Reader, for Caitlin and Frost, though, so I hope I’ve been able to do them all justice over their respective fics. 🤞😣🤞)

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Loooooove, most definitely! I’ve written a ton of them by now, though I do occasionally like to write established relationships.

First first kiss fics: “Proper Motivation” (part 2 of the Partners In Crime series, I recommend starting with the first fic in the series, “By Any Other” if you’d like to check it out but hey, you do you, and I support you in that, 😉 Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne, The Flash) and “Answer Enough” (Kai-125/John-117, Halo). 🤗

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

Oh heck yeah, I do, lol! Most popular in the three fandoms I’ve written the most in would be (all of these are, of course, NSFW 😉) “Balancing Act” (Donna Noble/The Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who), “The Thousandth and the First” (Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne, The Flash) and “Side Effects” (John-117/Cortana, John-117/Kai-125, Halo).

Honorable mentions to “Elevated” (Killer Frost/Eobard Thawne (Matt Letscher version), The Flash) and “(In)vulnerable” (Eobard Thawne/Reader, The Flash) for being the first extremely explicit fics I wrote, even if they’re not the most popular. 😉 (There would’ve been no “Side Effects” without those two first. 🥵😂😉)

Thanks again for playing along, very appreciated! 😁

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endzyie · 11 months

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The Flash fanfics i like

Rebound /Harry wells x reader /Sherloque Wells x reader

Matchmaker /Harry wells x reader

mirror image /Harry Wells x reader /minor Eowells x reader

baby HC /Harry wells x reader

what did you do /eowells x reader

life of a sinner /eowells x reader

how do you feel /Harry wells x reader

golden /Harry wells x reader

hurt me /eowells x reader

back in time /eowells x reader

great wells think alike /Harry wells x reader

attention /Harry wells x reader

the greatest good /Harry wells x reader

Dom perignon /eowells x reader

big kids /Nora west Allen x platonic! reader /bart west Allen x platonic! reader

eternal heart /past! hr x reader /Harry wells x reader

time travel gone wrong /Cisco Ramon x Allen!reader

you know I love you right /Cisco Ramon x Allen! reader

science experiment /Harry wells x reader

good news /Harry wells x reader

Allen! reader /eowells x reader

wicked menace /eowells x reader

sweater /Harry wells x reader

harry trying to propose

matchmaking /Harry wells x reader

thousand faces behind his eyes /nash wells x reader

kitty calls /Harry wells x reader

obsessed /eowells x reader

back flash /Eobard Thawne x reader

mandatory stakeout /eowells x reader

your decision /hunter Zolomon x reader

best Christmas gift /eowells x reader

date in the pipeline /eowells x reader

harry being in love with you /Harry x reader /Jay Garrick x reader

Hunter Zolomon giving up his speed /Hunter Zolomon x reader

being in love with hunter /hunter Zolomon x reader

enough /Harry wells x reader

guys night out /Harry wells x reader

labour intensive /Harry wells x reader

zoom taking you to get back to team flash

groundhog day /Nora west Allen x platonic! reader

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kyberphilosopher · 3 years

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Reverse Flash

A backwards version of your favorite speedster comes searching for Barry, only to find you instead.

Word Count: 2403 Warnings: Crude Humor. Not proof read yet because I’m too tired.

As per my latest fics, the gender of the reader is not specified.

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Barry was always nice to you.

Well, Barry was nice to everyone. I mean, his parents named him Barry. He was set up for a life of cheekiness before he was even born. But Barry was nice to you even after ‘the incident’. Barry was nice to you when everyone else stopped. On top of that, Barry was being nicer to you than usual lately.

Probably because he and Iris were having a rough spot.

That was the only annoying thing. Barry liked you, and he was interested in you, but you were still second place. He was just using you. He wouldn’t marry you, or feel a deep longing for you. He’d just take you on ice skating rink dates in the winter and give you the best Valentine’s day of your life every year. Which is everyone’s dream, you guess, but it wouldn’t have been genuine, no matter what Barry managed to convince himself.

Barry’s little support team seemed to be on the same page as you (which was a first), which both added to and subdued your aggravation. All of them were in agreement of the simple fact: you were no good for Barry. Mr. Flash was the only one who didn’t seem to get the memo.

In the very beginning, things weren’t like how they were now. Team Flash or whatever the name was considered you good colleague, and they trusted you because Allen trusted you. You had been friends with Barry longer than anyone else there. And of course you were smart, and you handled annoying journalists and incriminating footage like it was nothing. But then you’d suggested using lethal force to subdue one of the Flash’s biggest problems. That’s when the air changed. That’s when people decided you should not now, not ever go on a date with him. It would throw off the whole rhythm of the team, probably Barry’s morals and possible the timeline. Lucky you.

Though flat out rejecting Barry might make it worse. You had been irritable lately. Maybe a little more sarcastic than normal. What if you snap, and then the team snaps too? And sweet little Barry is too kind to tell you off? God, you knew you were the worst, but the thought alone seemed like more than just ‘the worst’. It was like a tornado of stinky shit just barreling toward you, somehow simultaneously faster than the speed of light and slower than a turtle filled with rocks for organs.

And it was all definitely Barry Allen’s fault.

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So, that’s why you’re here now. Stuck with watching Headquarters while all the speedsters go out and... speed. Who knows. You’re out of the loop with the whole... speed demon thing. You’re pretty sure they have a group chat without you. Fuckin’ nerds.

Your legs are stretched out to the desk in front of you. They cross over each other at the ankles, to the left of the big computer monitor that’s supposed to display the heartbeats of the team but is instead displaying something from cartoon network. A near empty bag of Chinese food sits at your side, it’s contents littered across the table.

As you chew, you look around the room. Several suits in display cases curve against the wall in a half circle, illuminated by blue light. Some are burgundy, some are silver, and some are golden. And you could smash every single one of them right now.

But you won’t, and you don’t. Not to say it isn’t tempting- it is. You still don’t touch the suits.

God, what’s been wrong with you recently? Barry was your friend, and yet you’d been so annoyed with him. His flirting had only made it worse. Wally wasn’t any better. He got even more annoying once thinking about how childish, yet powerful he was. All the Kid Flash’s were just temporary brats that never stayed, whether you liked them or not. And Iris wasn’t a fan of you. That was fine, because you weren’t exactly a friend of Iris’s either. So the most important part of your life that literally depended on superhuman existence and stopping crime was teetering because of pure social discomfort. Typical.

You’re watching the screen that serves as the closest light in the room as you shovel the next bite of rice between your lips. Neon colors make the shadows across your face feel alive and electric. It makes the glow in your eyes more prominent, encouraged by the childish nature of the media. You’ve just finished a snarky personal comment and given yourself another bite of rice when he appears to you.

He looks like Barry. The only difference is that he’s the complete opposite.

Instead of scarlet, his speed suit is yellow with red and dark grey accents. They remind you of blood lightning at the seams. Even under his half mask, he seems so familiar but so much more defined than your friend. As he exits the slice of colorful air and thunder, the heels of his shoes skidding across the floor, the red glow in his eyes settles into a calmer thrum.

And you’re still frozen in place, eyes wide as you still yourself mid chew.

The yellow speedster settles his orbs on you. They’re intelligent, and in the reflection of the little light in the room you can see they’re not red, but blue. And you? You’re just a deer in the headlights.

“Aw, you’re not Barry,” he groans in disappointment, standing straighter as his arms cross over his chest.

You finally continue your chewing, keeping your wide eyes on the intruder. Then you swallow it down. In your chest, your heart thump, thump, thumps with something. Fear? Not quite. Anxiety? Almost. It’s something else. Something more... intuitive. And the way this man looks at you makes you think that he can hear it, even from where he stands. That he knows.

“Uh... no?”

The man responds not a millisecond after you’ve gotten the words out. “Where is he? Where’s Barry Allen?”

Woof. His voice is throaty and laced with sarcasm, even though he’s clearly deathly serious. But the vibrations send a funny spasm straight to that little place between your legs, making the nerves in your spine dance with alertness. Arousal. Barry was never able to do that, let alone with just the sound of his voice.

“Doing something?” you decide. “I don’t know.”

The golden man cocks his head to the side, almost smirks, and takes a step forward. “Hey, I know you.” His arms uncross. One raises and bends to point at you. “You’re Barry’s tech support. I remember reading about you in his museum.”

Your brows furrow. Hurriedly, you clear the take-out box from your lap and begin wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You drop your legs from their position on the desk to their normal position on the floor, knees bent. “Uh... I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah... Y/N L/N. Now I see it.” The man leans back on his heels and looks around the room. The red glow in his orbs burn away completely so it’s just him. “Ah, so this must be before you defected, huh? Interesting.”

“Pardon?!” you call again. Now you’re sitting forward, disbelief across your face.

Golden speedster smiles. It looks evilly distorted, even though it’s just a normal smile. It curves his face sarcastically. His hands fly upwards as if in surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger, Y/N. You know actually, you’re kind of a villain in my time. This is nice for me.”

“Great, I’ll tell Barry when I see him,” you bite.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now how about you tell me where Barry is before I erase you from existence.”

“I don’t know,” you repeat as the quick bolt of fear fizzles from your system. Your eyes trail down to his chest for just a quick second, but it’s quick enough to observe yet another difference between your familiar scarlet speedster and him. The circle surrounding the lightning bolt on his chest is facing the opposite direction, red, and that circle is filled with black. It’s as if he were the complete opposite of Barry. A reverse Barry.

“Yeah you do. Come on.”

You blink once, still in your roll-y chair.

You’re not sure what to do here. On one hand, this guy radiates pure evil. You should really alert Barry or one of the other members of Team Flash. But for one reason or another you’ve made no attempt to. You’ve got no clue who this dude is other than the fact that he seems more inclined to rip the fabric of time apart than anyone else. There’s no doubt in your mind he really will erase you from existence if you make one wrong move. But what’s the wrong move?

On the other hand, Team Flash has been a bunch of dickhead’s to you. Barry has been ironically slow to the whole thing. Would it be so bad if you did make a wrong move? Not for you, but for your friends? They’d all die, wouldn’t they? This yellow one would end them, and then what? Would it really be so horrible for you? You can’t imagine mourning much.

“I don’t,” you say again, slowly. “They’re in the city. I don’t know where.”

The man seems to think for a moment, cocking his head back so the light behind the glass cases catches his sharpened features. “Hmm.”

Without even blinking, now he’s in front of you. So close, you can smell him. It’s not terribly strong, it’s just masculine. But it’s also flowery, with a dash of sweat from running. And then there’s something more. Something... metallic?

Both his hands clutch the arms of the chair beside you, trapping you as you lean back reflexively. “Did you know that I killed Barry’s childhood best friend before he was born?” the man says lowly.

On instinct, you prepare yourself to say, ‘Barry doesn’t have a childhood best friend’. Then you realize why.

He continues. “Would you tell me where Barry was if you did know?”

You don’t even think about it. You’re true to your nature. “I don’t know, would I?”

Blip! You wait to burst into a cloud of nothingness. To never have been born or even get to be a ghost. But fifteen seconds later you’re still alive. And from the way Barry talks about being a Flash, fifteen seconds is a long time for someone of that caliber.

The man is back by the cases of suits now. You can see his muscles through his suit. They’re more defined than Barry’s, thank God.

“I think you would. But it’s gonna be hard to do that when you’ve got my fingers vibrating into your skull.”

“What?”

“It’s going to be hard to speak when my fingers are inside you.”

You cup a hand against your ear. “Huh?”

“I said-” The man stops. His eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest once more. “Oh, I see.” A short, dry- but genuine- laugh falls from his throat. “Very funny. Very, very funny.”

Suddenly, your eyebrows crease together in confusion. You place both palms on the arms of the chair for leverage as you push yourself into a stand, as if stirred by some great, important purpose. “Wait. Did you say you were going to stick your fingers inside me?”

“I knew you and I were the same,” he drawls. He sounds entertained. As if in his eyes, missing Barry and meeting you instead was the best outcome he could’ve hoped for.

“Can’t you just...” Your shoulders slump as you glance around. “Just kill Barry and get on with it?”

“Aw, no. This is far more interesting.”

“Fingers in my skull...?” you whisper, half to yourself. Then you look up to him with a snap. “You are so weird,” you tell Reverse Barry, emphasizing it with a low point. “So weird.”

“Want me to tell your future?”

Again with the voice and the nerves in that special place.

“I gotta say, it’s kind of disturbing,” the man smirks. “You’ll love it.”

“Weird.”

Across the base, just two hallways away, something clicks. It’s a familiar click. It’s the click of the door opening.

Quickly, you glance backwards, then lean down to pause the show on the computer. You hadn’t even realized it was still going. Once that’s done, the man is still standing in front of you. That sinister and yet innocent grin is still dancing across his face, though his steely eyes are totally locked on you.

“What, weirdo? You know where he is now. Aren’t you gonna go get him?”

“You want me to so badly, don’t you?” Reverse Barry whispers. You just give him a look.

“I’ll be back for you.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

And then the speedster is gone. Right on time, too, cause Barry jogs into the room not a second later.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you turn around.

“Did I just... see someone here?” Barry points towards your end of the room in his scarlet suit. Huh. Reverse Barry was taller too.

“What are you on about?” you throw casually. “Nobody’s been here but me since you left.”

“Are you sure?” the Flash keeps pushing. You hate it. Pushing.

“Yes, Barry,” you roll your eyes. “I’m sure. Oh, by the way, Barry. Did you have a childhood best friend?”

Barry frowns. “No, why?”

You smile to yourself as you turn back away from him. The other speedster’s footsteps are coming closer and closer. You can hear them echo off the walls.

“No reason,” you answer with a smirk just as one of them enters the room, probably to give you crap again.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Fun fact, Reverse Flash is actually my favorite villain in DC comics. Bro is vicious in the comics. I just hate all the live action versions of him we get. Lego DC Villains Reverse Flash and Injustice 2 are the best versions. Injustice 2 is my personal preference. I’d like to do more with this but, who knows. Depends how this is received. #lol

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brianllamawrites · 2 years

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Bad Idea (Eowells x Reader)

Word Count: 835

Tagging: @ageless-aislynn

This was the fifth argument of the week between you and Eobard ever since you found out about his secret identity. It was an accident, of course. Unbeknownst to him, you had stayed late at STAR Labs, and you walked into the cortex just as he was stretching his legs in his black and yellow leather. The two of you were close before you found out, but ever since then, you had tried your best to be cold towards him. You hated watching him pretend to be so heroic and helpful to the rest of Team Flash, whilst in reality, it was all because of some big evil plan. And because of the deal that you made with the speedster, where you promised not to tell them if he promised not to hurt them, you had to stand by and suffer in silence. Well, that was until you were left alone in a room with him.

You couldn't quite remember how the argument started this time around, but you knew it was utterly infuriating. It wasn't enough that with his superspeed, Eobard had all the time in the world to think of the perfect sarcastic, witty response, but he also took every opportunity he got to walk in circles around you.

The man couldn't be any more annoying. Especially since this time, he took it upon himself to come to a standstill directly in front of you; arms crossed behind his back, slightly bent over to look you in the eyes, his stupid mouth unbearably close to yours. Seriously. You couldn't stand to have him so close to you.

Knowing that he was winning the argument - as always - Eobard smirked. Your eyes darted to that stupid, smug smile of his, and that was it; you couldn't take it any more. Grabbing the collar of his jumper, your lips crashed against his, silencing whatever remark he was planning to say next. His lips were smooth, but his hands were rough to cup your cheeks as Eobard kissed you back with almost the same amount of desperation.

The rational side of your brain kicked in. With your hands flat against his chest, you gently, yet firmly, shoved him back. The look on his face was shock and surprise, and almost, but not quite, frustration. He was frozen in place, waiting for you to react first, waiting for some kind of explanation.

Breathless, you shook your head. You shouldn't have done that, you shouldn't have let that happen, and you certainly shouldn't have been so eager to do it again. If there really was a fine line between love and hate then your relationship with Eobard was splattered across that line like a Jackson Pollock painting.

"It's not fair." You choked back tears. "I hate you so much."

Before he knew it, you had stepped back towards him and thrown your arms around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Your hands grabbed fists full of his jumper, holding him tightly against yourself as if he was going to slip away at any moment. With your chest pressed against his, your back had begun to get noticeably cold from the lack of contact, but you refused to let go of him.

For a horrible few seconds, Eobard just stood there. Motionless. For a speedster, it took him an exceedingly long time to register what you were doing. As soon as he did, he found himself leaning into your hug, savouring the feeling of your arms around him and your warm breath against his neck. Slowly, he placed his arms around you with an unintentional loose and tense embrace.

"You've done such terrible things, and I need you to know that I hate you for all of it." You paused before nuzzling your face against his neck, hoping that he'd take it as a sign to hug you as tight as you were hugging him. All your actions were truthful to how you were feeling, but you weren't lying about what you said. You missed the days where you were blissfully unaware of the man in yellow.

Eobard knew it was a bad idea to let you hug him like this. And it was an even worse idea to hug you back. He was supposed to be the bad guy, and you were supposed to be the good guy. You were supposed to despise being in each other's company. In no way should he have craved for you to be in his arms as much as he did.

Letting out a deep sigh, Eobard squeezed his arms firmly around you, letting one of his hands find its way into your hair. He wasn't going to decline your affection. He was never going to decline your affection. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he finally matched the tightness in which you were holding him with, and closed his eyes.

"I understand," he whispered. "Although, I don't think I could ever hate you back."

#the flash fanfiction #eobard thawne x reader #eowells x reader #after a few weeks of all nighters i've finally submitted all of my assignments for uni!#which also means that (hopefully) i'll be able to write more fanfic's #And get some proper sleep lol

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khayrrilrainxwells · 2 years

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Your Choice // Harrison "Eobard" Wells X Reader

Summarry: You came back to Central City to buy lot for your dream house, but something happen.

Warning : A little angst and fluff 💕😄

Word Count : 1,908

A/N : English is not my native language, so if there is a wrong grammar in my story please don't blame me, blame the google translator. And also If you would like to be tagged in my works please feel free to message me. That all thank you i hope you enjoy.

You enter at the CC Jitters to meet your best friends Iris and Barry. Your looking at the crowd to find your friends, but you only saw Iris at one of the table and walk very slowly to scared her.

"Boowww!!" You said while holding her shoulder

"What the heck?!" Iris yelled while turning at you

"(Y/N) you scared me!?!" Iris said while hitting your shoulder.

"I miss this" You said while sitting at her side and quickly laugh at her face

"What? The hit on the shoulder or your friend?" Iris said while lifting her one eyebrow at you

"Maybe….both" You said with a smirk

"By the way, where is Barry?" You ask Iris

"He's in CCPD, working again with some new case with my Dad" Iris said while giving you a nice cup of coffee

"Oh, Thanks" You said while grabbing the coffee

"Don't you worry his coming, he promise me" Iris said while smiling at you

"Good. Because if not, I'm going to CCPD to drag his ass here" You said with a smirk

Iris just laugh at your joke and hug you again. It's been so long since you see them. 1 year has past when you left Central City to refresh you mind and your heart, you just broke up at your boyfriend and decided to left the city because for you, that is the only way to forget everything.

"By the way, what time are you going to meet the owner?" Iris ask you

"2pm" You said while sipping your hot coffee

You saw the lot for sale in the internet and decided to buy it for your dream house. Your here at Central City to meet the owner and talk about the prize.

"It's already 2pm...you should go now" Iris said

"Your right. O my god I'm late" You said while grabbing your purse and quickly stand at your chair and hug your friend once again

"Bye, good luck"

"Thank you..."

"Don't forget to drop by at my house ok, Joe want to see you too" Iris said while waving at you

"Of course" You said while waving back at her

You walk outside of the coffee shop and you saw a taxi and slowly hop at the back sit. You stare at the buildings and admire it for a second, you don't know but Central City is way better than Star City, maybe because Central City is your home. When suddenly the driver inform you that you are now at your destination. You paid the bill and hop outside of the taxi.

You saw a man with a black sweatshirt facing his back at you. You thought that this is the owner . So you quickly walk straight at him and decided to greet him.

"Hello sir Good afternoon. I'm so sorry am late, My name is (Y/N) by the way" You said

The man quickly turn at the sound of your voice. You smile at the man and slowly faded when you saw his face. Harri-Eobard Thawne for more exact is infront of you now. Yes you know his secret.

"What the....." You said

When you saw Harrison, your feelings toward the man, your love to him, everything just came back to your heart at a blink of an eye.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)" Harrison said while giving you his famous beautiful smile, and you know his doing that in purpose.

"It's ok that your late....I'm a patient man" He said while smiling at you

You hate that freaking smile of him, that is the freaking reason why you fall inlove with him. You know about his dark secret, you know that his not the real Harrison Wells, that his from the future who just came here to kill his mortal enemy. That is the reason why you left him. That is the reason why you left this city.

"Soooo... your the owner" You said while looking at him.

He only nod at your question and smile innocently to you. You inhale deeply and role you eyes. You need to pretend that you don't love him anymore.

"So your the one who want to buy this lot" Harrison said while lifting his one eyebrow at you

"Yes I am" You only respond

"Ok....so what do you think?" Harrison ask you while pointing his hand at the empty lot infront of you.

"It's beautiful, the location is beautiful....i think this is perfect" You said nervously while looking at the parcel land infront of you.

"Yes, it's beautiful" Harrison said with a sweet tone on his voice while looking at you.

You felt your entire body froze when you saw him looking at you like that, you inhale deeply and try to relax yourself. So you quickly face at him and quickly role your eyes.

"What?" You said while lifting your one eyebrow

"Nothing" Harrison said while smiling at you

"By the way, how much is this?" You ask the scientist while holding your phone checking if Iris or Barry texted you.

"Hmmmmm...Let see" Harrison mumble to himself while lifting his hand and slowly put in his pocket.

While waiting for his respond, you just pretend looking at your phone, stealing some glances at him, you saw that he didn't change at all, his still the Harrison you know, the scientist who always wear black sweetshirt, he looks perfect. You slowly glance at his arms, Harrison or Eobard or what ever his name, is the only scientist you know that has a big arms, even though he didn't exercises at all, his still got does strong and beautiful arms that you love to cuddle with. You just broke at your thought when you hear Harrison.

"20 million" Harrison said

"What?!" You almost drop you phone at Harrison respond

"Are you serious?!? Your over reacting Harrison, oh or such i say Eobard " You said to the scientist

"Harrison is fine"

"Well, i know an easier and a cheaper way for you to get this lot" Harrison said with a smirk

You know this smirk, and you hate it

"How?.....Let's negotiate" You said, you need to play this game and prove to Harrison that you can beat him.

The million dollar question is IF YOU CAN?

"It's simple....marry me" Harrison said with a smirk

You felt your face become warm, you know that your blushing right now, so you quickly turn around and pretend that your looking at the lot.

"Why-why would i do that? Where not together anymore Harrison" You said while looking again at him while folding your arms. You need to be strong (Y/N), you can do this.

"You asked for the easier way and i just answered" Harrison said while lifting his one eyebrow at you

"I mean look at it, you can get this lot for free....and i can pay half or more of your expenses for you to build your dream house" Harrison said with a smirk

You look at him with your deadly look and inhale deeply.

"Is there any way to buy this lot? Cuz i think i only can pay half of it" You said while looking at him

"Make it 5 million please....as your ex-girlfriend?" You ask him while giving him a sweet smile, you wish that it will work.

"As my ex-girlfriend 20 million fix prize.....as my wife, it's free. You choose" Harrison said while winking at you.

The wink

Shit

Game

Over

You quickly turn around and inhale deeply, you don't know if you can handled this anymore. You felt your heart betting very fast. You slowly turn to him and suddenly at a blink of an eye Harrison is infront of you now.

"I-I have to go" You said while looking at your feet

"What happen?" Harrison ask you using his seducing voice while lifting your chin and slowly touch your cheek, you felt your entire body froze when you felt his soft and magical hands in your face.

You felt your whole body froze at seeing again at his icy blue eye, you felt your breath stock at your throat. In this moment you forgot how to breath.

"Hey..what happen?"

"I have to tell you something" You just froze when those words slip on your lips

"What is it?" Harrison ask you with a soft tone on his voice

"I-I" Before you finish your sentence, Harrison slowly hold your cheeks and close the distance in the both of you. He kiss you in a very passionate kiss, and of course you kiss him back. It felt good doing that to him. You miss him very much, when you left him, you realize that you can't live a life without him. The both of you pull away with each other to gasp some air. You look at his icy blue eye and surprised when you saw he wasn’t bothered at all by your action In fact, he only smirk at you!

"O my god, did i kiss you back?" You ask him with an embarrassment look forming on your face

"Yeah….and that was amazing " Harrison said with a smile

You bite your lip while blushing, Harrison slowly touch again your cheek.

"When I lost you, I felt as if the world had ended. Time stopped for me, and nothing else mattered. When I looked outside the window and saw that the birds continued to fly, I realized that the world would not accompany me in my grief. And life, as usual, will go on with our without me" Harrison said with a sad tone on his voice

"Please don't leave me again, come back to me" Harrison said while looking at your eyes, still stroking at your cheek

"I-I don't if a can, you lie to me" You said while backing a little bit to him

"I promise you that i will not going to lie to you anymore, please come back to me" Harrison said while looking at your eyes

Is he telling truth? Your mind ask your heart

Yes his telling the truth. Your heart yell at your mind

What if his still lying at you? Your brain said

No. Your heart said

You quickly walk back at him and hug him very tight. You felt your tears forming on your eyes.

"You promise me?" You ask him

"I promise you" Harrison said while pulling away at you and lifting your chin making you stare directly at him.

"So what now? What are we going now?" You ask him

"I don't know, maybe go to my place and watch your favorite movie, spend more time with each other or just cuddle in the bed with me. You choose" Harrison said while stroking your cheeks.

"Ok, what ever you want.....I love you" You said with a teary eyes while laying your head at his shoulder

"I love you too" Harrison said while grabbing you in a bridal style

"I'm taking you home. Our home" Harrison said while smiling at you

You squeaked when he started moving at supersonic speed, you felt a cold air, and decided to close your eyes. In this moment you don't know what happen to you, all you know is that you want to live a life with the man you love.

#barry allen #eobard thawne #eowells #the flash cw #iris west allen #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells #harrison eobard wells imagines #eobard x reader #reverse flash imagines #eowells fanfic

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bartallenisbae · 6 years

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Who here wishes we could do book reports on fanfics and not boring books

#fanfics #harrison wells x reader #caitlin x barry #barry x caitlin #snowbarry #eobard thawne imagine #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #the flash imagine

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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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Hellooo beautiful people! I'm so sorry it took this long but I wrote a looooot more so hopefully it makes up for it??? Things are getting heated!!! Currently I do not have an ending set in stone so what do y'all think? Was it right on to throw Eobard this curveball? Should Harry make his move? I loveeee hearing feedback and I love all of you! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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df841 · 6 years

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Do You Love Me

Hi, this is my first ever genuinely original post on this site. First ever fic write, so don’t judge too high. I just love this character sooo much, and I know that ever since he’s been killed, I kinda miss him and wish they would bring him back already. Anywho, I know there’s a whole fandom of people who are obsessed and love and greatly need their daily dose of Eo as much as I do. So here I am diving into this journey of Eobardness.

The room was a dark night blue, the moon making its way in through the small openings the breeze blew on the curtains. His eyes were closed, a rare small pleased smile on his relaxed face considering the usual frown wrinkles he sports during the day. Your calming breaths starting to go back to normal after the time you had spent together having sex mere minutes before. The silence was nice, until one of your thoughts made it into sound disrupting the quietness of the room, even though it was mere whisper. “Eobard.” “Mmm…” he let out, with how light his reply sounded you knew he was at the pinnacle of falling asleep. “Do you love me?” You looked up at him, he felt your hair move as your head tilted a bit. Not opening his eyes, his face furrowed back into his familiar frowny face with a dash of drowsiness from being sleepy. “What?’ “Do you-” you whispered again, to be interrupted with Eobard opening his eyes to look down on your eyes. He was fully awake now. “No, I heard your question, (y/n). I’m just- Why the question? I’ve told you countless of times that I love you. We just made love. More than three times I must add.” You let out in a deep sigh, “Exactly.” “Are you okay, (y/n)?” he deepened his frown. “Are you not satisfied? Did I not pleasure you enough?” “It’s not about the sex, Eobard. The sex is always fantastic with you.” “Then?” “Then?” You tried to think of your next words logically, becoming aware of Eobard’s now fully awakened stare down at you. “You haven’t- We- Us together-outside of this room we are partners.” “We are more than just partners by this point, I would say.” The gears in his mind finally started to work together in understanding what (y/n) was trying to tell him. His frown was relaxing a bit, and his chin now a double chin had a grin of amusement as he sped his way on top of you. His arms holding himself to hover above you, red eyes looking down at you complimenting his now blurry face due to the vibrations of him using his powers centimeters from your face. In his deep Reverse Flash voice he reciprocates what he wants you to hear, “I love you (y/n). I love you so much that I would kill for you.” Stopping his vibrations to show his normal handsome face, he pulls back a bit, “But knowing you, You would not approve of that, of course.” “Definitely. Would not approve.” “But you do understand how much I love you correct? I would go to different earths to find you. I would travel in time to see you. Once I get the spear, I would stop to have a life with you. Give you everything. Keep you safe. Go out on stupid dates, that aren’t stupid. Have children with you if you ever wanted-” “Okay. I get it.” “Do you believe me?” He said using his Reversey voice again. “I believe actions more than words, Eo.” You were serious, but you gave him a small smile nonetheless.

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elfwoodfae · 2 years

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“One Of The Same” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Author’s note: this is some unpublished work I hadn’t posted before and I found it and I hope you all like it.

Warnings: SMUT. First person pov

Barry sped us through time, seeing various fragments of it in a second, trying to locate our destination. We made it to the day Hartley had attacked and according to Barry this was the perfect opportunity for us to find my doppelgänger first and knocked her out of the way. I had decided to come with him, neither Harry or i trusting that he could convince Thawne he was the Barry from his time. I had never met the man, only hearing stories about him when Barry felt like sharing enough information about him, but that gave me an advantage, a neutral ground to be of use or at least Harry seemed to think so.

We took care of my doppelgänger first before setting out to find the flash front his time, taking care of him was easy and once he was taken care of we made our way to Star labs. I had stolen a few pieces of clothes from my double to wear and blend in; I needed to be very careful with my words, I was not only still unfamiliar with the team, I was also not from this Earth, I could easily slip out and blow our cover.

Once inside the labs Barry set up to his mission, finding a way to get Wells or Thawne’s help with the speed equation; I was supposed to keep Caitlin and Cisco distracted enough to leave Wells alone long enough for Barry to figure out his plan. They were happily unaware of who I was, or better yet who I wasn’t, but time was running and Barry wasn’t back, the tranquilizer we had given our doubles would wear off in around 24 hrs.

Barry received a text from Iris, apparently she needed his help in some science business and even as I tried to pull him away and to focus on his mission, to him any Iris of any timelines would always be a priority and this was proven when he left me alone at the labs.

I had settle myself in an empty workshop while I waited for Barry to return, trying to stay out of the way hoping I wouldn’t have to see him, I hadn’t encountered him yet and I was thankful for it, I didn’t know anything about the man, I didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with my doppelgänger, according to Barry she was always kind to him but they never seemed to speak more than a few words at a time.

As I flipped through some pages pretending to look occupied, the faint sound of a wheelchair motor caught my attention, the moment I turned around my eyes met his, those blue ocean eyes that always seemed to be fighting against a storm; there he was sitting right under the doorframe, his eyes were cold, calculations and so intimidating I felt myself shrink down in fear. I offered him a kind smile, trying to remain professional; he only stared at me, his eyes studying me as he crooked an eyebrow. I didn’t know what game he was playing at but when it came to him I couldn’t risk anything slipping out of my mouth. Any detail for insignificant that it looked was a vital part of information to him.

“Is there anything you need Dr. Wells?” I softly asked, hoping to appease him, he seemed predatory, like a beast about to attack his prey and I found myself completely lost. He had me at his mercy, I was alone, Caitlin and Cisco had left for the day.

“We are leaving” he announced. Panic settled over me as I glanced at the clock, it read a little after 6 pm, Barry wasn’t back and I didn’t have any idea as to where he was taking me.

“I have to finish this papers before leaving.” I tried to dissuade him but he was set on. He hadn’t asked me, he had informed me that we were leaving.

He gripped the armrest of the chair, looking like an animal about to hunt down his pray. Slowly he got to his feet, my eyes momentarily widened in shock, faster than I could process his hand snapped to my arm, harshly grabbing it before yanking me to him, I hissed at the pain and stared at him like a deer about to be hit by a truck, his eyes softened for second along with his hand before he hardened his grip again and turned me, my side burying into his chest.

Eobard saw the panic running behind my eyes, my hand pushing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us, but he only gripped my arm tighter.

“Stay still” he growled before turning us both around and speeding us out of the lab.

Once I opened my eyes I noticed he had taken us to what I could only assume was his house, it radiated a strange sense of home, a certain peace to it, completely opposite to the man receding in it.

He let go of my arm, walking forward towards the marble island adorning the main area of the kitchen, he grabbed a drink, smelling the alcohol before taking a gulp. He sat the glass down, placing both of his hands in the counter far away from each other. He seemed stress, he seemed miserable, making a pinch of sadness settle on my insides.

I walked a little further inside the house, moving closer to him. I could see him looking at me through the corner of his eye, studying my movements and reactions, making me wonder why I was here. I moved closer to him and his eyes scanned my face as he turned around completely. Our eyes connected and I could see the pain and longing behind them, he was lonely, he was desperate to return to his time, to return home. His eyes started down at me so lovingly, it was almost imperceptible but I could see it behind all the walls he kept himself hidden behind, I wondered what kind of relationship they had, if they had any, or was this just a one sided thing were he miserably kept me near him just because I knew his secret or because it was the perfect excuse to have some company, the ache in his eyes somehow holding me in place.

I knew I was supposed to hate him, but I couldn’t, this man in this moment in time hadn’t done anything yet to make me personally hate him he wasn’t my enemy. He was only the reminder of a man I had once loved, a different version from another Earth, they were so similar yet so different.

His eyes followed my every movement as my hand reached to his arm, carefully trying to coax him closer. This was a fragment of time that would stay hidden forever, it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t affect anyone. It would be a secret only this walls would know.

He kept studying me, trying to decipher what exactly I was doing and I wondered that myself as my hand moved to his face, he closed his eyes at the contact of the flat of my hand against his cheek. I could feel the way the air escaped his lungs, the way he gripped the edge of the counter top, trying to control whatever urges had taken over him, I had forgotten what I was doing here or what I was supposed to do, my every thought had been consumed by Eobard Thawne, this broken man who was hiding behind the façade of intimidation. I wondered when was the last time someone had touched him, the last time someone had been kind to him.

In a split second he had turned us around, trapping me in between the counter and himself, his hands gripping at my hips as his eyes burned into mine. I slid my hand down towards his neck, pulling him forward enough to ghost my lips over his, I could hear him suck in a breath, swallowing hard as his nose brushed mine and he felt as if he was about to melt under my touch. My lips brushed his, parting slightly to feel the edge of his; his hand tightened, squeezing me while he moved forward, finally closing the space in between us, his other hand moved up my arm, in between my shoulder blades until they reached my hair and his fingers tangled themselves in it with a grip hard enough to make my neck crane back and my mouth part open for him. His tongue darted past my lips, in a way that seemed to needy for someone like him, he licked every part of my mouth, making his personal mission to learn the taste of me; running the flat of his tongue once more in an unflinchingly broad stroke against mine he pulled away, leaving me breathless for a moment before his lips pecked at my bottom one, grabbing it softly in between his.

My eyes remained close as I turned my face, leaving an open access for his lips to run along my jawline until the reached my neck. His teeth sinking down on the skin, making me moan and sight at the feeling, he sucked in, leaving a mark before running his tongue over the skin in an apologetic manner. His hand moved under my shirt, caressing the skin softly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs before moving up my waist, his open hands settling in the middle to wrap me and keep me in place. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it hard enough to make him growl before he bit down on my neck harder as a punishment making my back arch into his touch.

One of his hands moved over my back, gripping at the skin so desperately that it made me think he hadn’t had any physical contact of this kind in years. He gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifting over my head, I bit my lip as he just looked at me, his hand softly settling on my cheek as he brought me closer once more and kissed me as if his life depended on it. A hint of jealousy hit me when I realized he wasn’t thinking about me, he was thinking about her and even if there was no difference to the eye it still made some kind of rage settle in me to prove myself I could make him forget the touch of anyone else and remember me until the end of his days.

I moved my hand under his black sweater, touching the skin of his abdomen and feeling the muscles contract at my touch, the hand on my neck grew tighter as he breathed in at the contact. I circle them around his middle, successfully trapping him in my embrace while he kissed me,. Deciding I needed more than this I lifted his shirt over his head, aching to feel his skin against mine, I moved to unclip my bra before pulling him down to kiss him once more. This new bravery had taken him by surprise, distracting him for a second, getting a hold of himself again he held me and in a second he speeded us both to his bedroom, laying me down in a plush soft duvet. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me in a predatory way, a smirk showing a row of suddenly very sharp teeth planted on his face.

He lowered himself in between my legs, hiding his face on my neck, I could feel the way he inhaled my scent, trying to burn it in his mind and the way his tongue ran flat over my skin, making me throw my head back and tangled fingers in his hair.

“I have wanted you for so long, I have been watching you for so long and now you are finally here” he whispered in a moment of weakness, making me feel incredibly guilty, I was stealing this moment from him, I was giving him a false promise of an intangible gift he so desperately needed.

“I know is not you, I know he brought you with him but I will take what I can get.” He felt the way I tended under him at his words, running his tongue over my neck in an attempt to relax me. I should have known better, he was too smart of course he had figured it out, but he was willing to give a blind eye.

His hand moved down my middle to my thigh as he pressed himself harder down onto me, caging me when he moved his arms to either side of my head, his mouth colliding with mine as he opened it and his tongue explored mine. God he was so needy but I loved it. I loved the way this big bad man was coming undone under my touch.

His hand moved down to the button of my pants, opening them before pulling them down at inhuman speed. His fingers digging into my skin as my hands traveled down his torso until they reached his pants, undoing them before he got himself out of them.

I wrapped my legs over his middle and pushed him to the side, successfully flipping us and leaving me on top of him. I couldn’t hold myself at the way his eyes looked at me, so desperately needing my touch, he was silently begging for affection and it made him seem so much more human, how many lonely nights, desperate moments and dark days did he spend alone? He was human after all.

I sat on his thighs, wrapping my fingers around his cock and the moment he felt my hand around him he snaked his arms around me, hiding his face on my chest as I stroked him, he could hear the faint growls and grunts escaping him, loving the way his tip leaked with precum as I drew him closer to the edge. He momentarily buzzed and the vibration from his thigh sent a shock of pleasure stray to my core, making a moan escape me.

His lips moved over my breast, trailing open mouth kisses over them before he decided he had had enough of my teasing and moved his hands to squeeze my ass before lifting my up and yanking my underwear out of the way. He moved me over him and I grinded my entrance over his cock before sinking down slowly onto him, hitting my lip at the amazing pressure that came with fitting all of him inside. His hands took a bruising grip on my sides, holding me while simultaneously guiding my down and giving me a moment to adjust to him. He kissed my neck, running one hand down my back to rest on the curve of my ass while the other tangled itself on my hair.

Moving my hips I started to move, setting a slow pace, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, my hands settled on his chest, giving me some balance to ride him. It was delicious, the way every inch of him stretched me out, how the tip of his cock dragged against my walls, hitting that amazing spot inside everytime I moved up to the tip before sinking down again completely. He was getting desperate, his hand gripping my ass moving my body up and down faster while his hips snapped up to meet mine, he was in control even when he allowed me to pretend I could tame him.

In a particularly harsh thrust he grunted when my eyes closed and my back arched in his arms, he had taken over, guiding my hips to snap against his faster and harder, making sure to hit my core everytime, bringing me over the edge faster and faster, he was close too, I could feel it in the way his throat tightened around a swallow and his eyes unfocused completely for a second. He was holding back until I was done for and the thought of him being so kind sent the knot in my stomach loose as I tightened around him, making him groan and speed up his movements to meet mine in the middle, I could feel him falter as his movements got sloppy, feeling his cock throb inside as he came.

He held me in his arms for what seemed to be hours but where only a few minutes before laying me down and wrapping himself around me, he knew this moment would be gone tomorrow, when me and Barry left, but he wanted to savor every second of my presence for as long as he had me, forgetting for a night that there was life outside of this moment.

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i’ll be good | h.w.

a/n: I saw an edit of Harrison Wells and the story is based off of it. There is not enough fanfics of Harrison and it’s upsetting so I must write them. So enjoy this short story with a some angst to it.

warnings: swearing and angst

pair: harrison wells x reader

word count: 519

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Cisco stormed out of the lab, pushing pass you, “I can’t take his shit, anymore! The other Wells was evil but he’s just a dick.”

You tried to stop him, make him explain what just happened. “Cisco, wait a minute-”

“Nope! I’m going out and I’m gonna grab myself a Belly Burger.” Cisco huffed, grabbing his bag and leaving.

You let out a sigh, making your way into the lab where Harrison Wells from Earth 2 stood in front of a white board. You reached and grabbed the marker from his hand, throwing it to the floor. Harrison scoffed, “And what is the purpose of that?”

“Okay, I’m really trying to help you out here but you’re making it very difficult for the team to like you.” you said, continuing as you pinched the bridge of your nose, “Cisco barely tolerates you, Barry is very much skeptical and so is Caitlin, and ya know what? I can’t blame them!”

“Why do you care so much about what they think of me?” Harrison questioned, crossing his arms over his chest, his blue eyes focus on you.

You gulped, “Because... I need them to put a little more faith in me. I’m the only one who backed you up and suggested we help save your daughter from Zoom.”

The Harrison Wells you knew, actually known is Eobard Thawne, was the man you were madly in love with. It was hard to accept that he wasn’t who he said he was and that he was the one who murdered Barry’s mother. And when this Harrison Wells, Harry, shows up; It really makes you feel some kind of way, staring at the face of your dead fiancé.

So the moment you spoke up, suggesting that Harry should join the team and work together, shocked everyone.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Harry reached and wipe a tear with his thumb. He was about to move his hand away but you placed yours on top of it, holding it on your cheek. “To be honest with you, Harry...” you closed your eyes, “I don’t think I actually care if you’re on our side or not. I just... I see you and I forget he’s gone.”

Harry stared at you, taking a step closer and placing his other hand on your face. “I’ve heard about the things he’s done. What he did to Barry’s mother and to Cisco.”

You nodded, opening your eyes, looking up at him. “I loved him more than anyone in this world. But I think the worse part is that I don’t think he ever loved me at all.”

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He felt warm. Not like how Harrison-Thawne did. “I’ll be good...”

“You will?”

You felt Harry nod, “I’ll stop being a dick to everyone, well, mostly to Cisco. And I’ll make the effort to be part of this team.”

You laughed, pulling back to look at him again. “Thank you.”

“I’m doing it for my daughter but,” Harry cleared his throat, looking away, “I’ll do it for you too.”

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a/n: It’s short but I need to post something before I go mad. I hope you enjoy this one, I need to study more about The Flash and expand my vocabulary because I know nothing about science.

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Inertia

You and your partner, Eobard, discover that he has a son. Warnings: Requested work, literally Eobard Thawne, crude humor, sexual humor, language, writer in a flop era Word Count: 5006

in·er·tia/iˈnərSHə/

noun- a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged. In Physics, inertia is a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force. Ex. "The power required to overcome friction and the inertia of the moving parts."

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“Don’t move until I say.”

“Eobard, please. I have to.”

“I said no. Stay right where you are. Y/N, stop moving, or I’ll make you.”

As the grip of his hands tighten, you back off tiredly in an attempt to keep your movement to a minimum. It still hurts, though it’s far less than it would if you were writhing freely- just as Thawne said.

“Eobard, seriously,” you bite down on your lip. “That’s too deep. It hurts.”

“I know how to do it,” your partner hisses in return. As if in response, you feel his lukewarm fingers pinch a bit of skin on your back to distract from the pain. It’s cruel, but it works. You’re too focused on that sharp, cynical jolt he’s presented you to notice he’s poked you with the needle once more. “Don’t tell me I’ll accidentally break you,” he drawls.

Your eyebrow arches upwards with a suspicion, head tilting slightly. “You can’t do this in super speed?”

Eobard gives a soft, yet throaty, one syllable chuckle, still threading your skin back together. “You don’t want that.”

“I think I do,” you respond. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of the two of you in the dirty mirror that hangs over the bathroom sink. You, sitting hunched atop a step stool, Eobard behind you on the edge of the bathtub. You’re bunching your shirt up for him so he can stitch the wound on your back. It’s a task he’s making more painful than it really is, no doubt on purpose. “I also think you just love to torture me.”

Through the mirror, his lips flick upwards in an evil grin, the rest of his face hidden by a yellow mask. “Oh yeah?”

A nip of skin is squeezed between fingertips- another pinching sensation. This time it makes you flinch.

“I told you not to move.”

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse quietly, trying to keep yourself calm so you can go to being still once more.

“Hm? You want me to stop?” Thawne stops his movement all together. In the reflecting glass, he has a grinning and expectant look on his face- the look he gets when he knows he’s won an argument. Like a brat. Like a dick.

You look at him over your shoulder, meeting his icy blue irises face to face. Any aggression inside of you doesn’t last long, of course. It takes but an instant for a suppressed smirk to grace your own features. So you relent. “Fuck off.”

It’s apparently enough for Eobard, as he goes back to work sewing your wounded skin together.

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In a way, meeting Eobard was a gift.

Despite being smarter and arguably better than your peers in every way, most everyone liked you. There was no reason for why, or why not- you were too calm to be flashy, too observant to be ignorant. You were quiet, and yet you’d naturally (and oddly) fallen slightly high in the high school social pyramid. That’s how you managed to end up on a trip to the boardwalk after graduating high school, with a girl who was far more popular than yourself.

She’d smiled, you smiled back. You’d been talking about something that either was or wasn’t important, you can’t remember which anymore, when suddenly she was just gone. As fast as a gust of wind, she was over the railing and on the sand below, her skull split open over a rock.

A gust of wind. That was what the police had deemed the cause of the incident. It would’ve been believable if you hadn’t noticed said gust was colored red and gold from head toe. But The Flash had simply been caught up in running somewhere and bumped into someone at too high a speed.

What were you going to do? Go to the police and accuse a super metahuman? No way would anyone on the planet believe you. So you did the next logical thing. Take your genius level intellect, move into a clock tower with one of the most technologically advanced setups in the world, be declared missing by loved ones, and spend every second of your life thwarting Mr. Flash from the shadows.

At the same time, a rather backwards version of the speedster was making himself known. At least three times had you looked up to a television and seen him rampaging through Central City, sometimes against the Flash and sometimes not. Back then, you really hadn’t thought much of him. He was just one more threat in the city like Cold and Heatwave, and it’s not like he ever did something that was over the line. As far as you were concerned, Reverse Flash was a tool for you.

You grew into a legend on the dark web, referred to as Anorak. You could hack anything and anyone. While Flash was in the street, stoplights would confuse the cars and cause crashes and damage to himself or others. Personal information was found, leading to a series of blackmail victims that made you quite a large sum of money before that damn scarlet speedster intervened. You’d even managed to cause the downfall of a rather well known politician.

One day, you watched your enemy zoom through the city as he always does, waiting for the opportune moment to make something go awry. But before you could, another blur knocked into the original, and leered over him. It was Reverse Flash.

So when the “hero” made a break for it, hoping to get him away from civilians or lose him, you caused everything to go wrong. Traffic either made the Flash crash into cars or swerve innocents out of the way. Blackouts made people scream out and distract him. Even big televisions attached to buildings became so hot, they fizzled and made sparks fall to the ground.

Reverse Flash caught up with him not long after, gave him a few punches. He might’ve killed the original Flash if the cops hadn’t shown up, which you blamed yourself for being too distracted to stop. He got away, of course, but you kept a way closer eye on the man after that. He took off his mask and costume in an alleyway one night, which is how you learned his identity.

His name was-

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“Eobard.”

It takes a second for your companion to respond to you, but he does. “I see it.”

You bite the inside of your left cheek, eyes glued to the words in front of you as you analyze as fast as you can. In the past, they must’ve blended with the others really well for you to not have noticed. Now they stand out like they’ve been bolded all this time, hitting you right in the face.

For a brief instant, the alarm flushes down from your throat with a swallow. Your parted lips close, only to be replaced with a devilish smile as you poke the man beside you. The finger sheepishly juts against the side of his abdomen, which is firm under his yellow sweatshirt.

“Dilf,” you whisper as you look up at your partner. Normally, Eobard would’ve probably cracked a crooked smile at that sort of thing. Now his face is like stone.

Eobard’s icy eyes are locked ahead. His sharp jaw clenches and unclenches like a tightening rope. With his hood pulled over his head, he probably looked suspicious already. But standing here now? Intense and caged? You have to move on soon before someone comes and notices. But where to go?

This is The Flash Museum. It’s full of open spaces and modern structures, leaving little place to hide. You suppose you could take him into a bathroom, but the bathroom’s here are only intended for one person at a time. Going in with him in such a famous place like this would draw eyes and possibly end in getting thrown out.

A sharp squeeze makes electricity shoot through your body. You look up to Eobard again. This time, he’s already tilting his own head downward to make eye contact. Eobard is fit and strong. He’s always loomed over you.

“So what?”

“Did you know about this?”

“No,” Eobard says simply.

“And you’re not… feeling or anything?”

His brows crease, teeth gritting almost angrily. “It’s not like I have to pay child support for it.”

‘It.’

“Thawne.”

Eobard slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you tight against the side of him, his other hand squeezing your adjacent arm. His head croons down slightly until he’s closer to your face. Now you’ve got your cover. From behind, to anyone else, you just look like a regular young couple. In reality, Eobard’s your partner in crime. Friend? Don’t be ridiculous. Boyfriend? Yeah, right. He’s just the person you see the most.

“You’re the one who called me a Dilf,” Eobard says to you, lowly. “What, now you’re complaining?”

You urge quietly. “We didn’t know you were a dad until five seconds ago.”

“The kid doesn’t even exist yet,” Eobard scrunches his face. Then he closes his eyes and whispers, “Fuckin’ child support...”

You pan your eyes from your metahuman ally to the panel straight ahead. In the hall of villains, you and him stand in front of a large, modern Reverse Flash section. It’s lucky the picture of him they chose was him in his suit, otherwise the two of you would be screwed right about now.

“You’ve got a boy,” you read aloud. “Thaddeus. Doesn’t say anything about who you had it with.”

“Maybe it’s you.”

“Hey, there might be more to this kid, Thawne. Apparently we have to go to... slide 15? There’s slides?”

Eobard claps his palms against you as if to wake you up. “So... no child support. Hmm? How does that sound?” He smirks.

“Bullet dodged,” you remark quickly. “Are you seriously not worried about Faddeous?”

“It’s Thaddeus. And it hasn’t happened yet.”

“But it will. It’s kind of literally set in stone.”

“I don’t remember that happening.”

You pass him a look, unintentionally.

Eobard’s facial expression changes somewhat, though you can’t explain how or why. “Don’t look at me like that. Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you say, upset.

Eobard is still for a moment, staring at you as he pulls himself back up to his natural height. “I thought you were smarter than this.”

“Yeah, you can talk to me about being smart when you unfuck Thaddeus’s bimbo,” you snark as you turn away.

“Fuck off.”

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You really weren’t actually upset. It was just weird.

How had neither of you noticed it in the museum before? It seems an awfully important thing to know about someone. But you believe Eobard when he told you he has no recollection of this. Once, he told you that he had traveled through time and space just to erase a childhood friend of the Flash from existence. That, coupled with the amount of times Eobard’s pointed at a kid he’d like to kick down some stairs to you, is enough for you to feel secure in the fact that he’s not exactly (purposefully) interested in a child.

So, who’d he have a baby with? Not that you care. Eobard’s your business partner. It’s not really your matter who he has a kid with or not.

Does Eobard have a breeding thing?

“Well if it isn’t the legendary Anorak.”

Two electric fingers poke your sides from behind. Red bolts of lightning jolt through you as you tense momentarily, ripping you from your considerations, before continuing to click your fingers on your keyboard. “I live here,” you mutter. “Where’ve you been all night?”

You finish up what you’re typing to spin around so your many computer monitors are behind you, now facing the golden speedster himself. His body is still thrumming with scarlet electricity, orbs matching dangerously. Eobard must have yet to cool down from his latest spree. Let’s just hope he did some damage to Mr. Barry Allen in the process.

“Out,” he replies with a sinister grin. You love that grin, enough to feel yourself relax slightly as you lean back in your chair.

“Did you get my groceries?”

It’s not uncommon for Eobard to occasionally run errands for you. He practically lives in the clocktower with you, after all. But as Eobard disappears and reappears in a yellow whiz, holding a large, still steaming paper bag, you know it’s not true. “I got dinner. Indian place on Cross.”

Translation: He stole it.

“So like, not my groceries,” you stand and snatch the bag from the man’s large hand as you walk past. “Aren’t you being pleasant this evening.”

“I’m always pleasant,” you hear the man seethe from behind you, Eobard’s voice throaty.

You’re pulling out the contents of the wonderful smelling package when he speaks again. “I have an idea for you.”

Uh oh.

“This food is a bribe?”

“What were you really expecting?”

“If we’re being honest, I expected some food,” you pop the containers open to inspect the contents. “Groceries, even. Can you get me a plate or something?”

“No. Now please-”

Eobard seats himself in the chair across your round table, fingertips pressed together over his lips. Under his golden half mask, he looks at you almost excitedly, brows hanging over his red eyes as his lips curl into a wicked grin. There’s no doubt that Thawne is crazy, but you can handle it. You don’t mind.

“-hear me out.”

Resuming your actions, you search the bag for any plastic forks or napkins. “My listening ears are on. Plate?”

“No. You’ll recall that fun fact we learned in The Flash Museum?”

Right. Plates. They’ll be in the cabinet in the area you’ve designated as the ‘kitchen space’. “Is this about the Dilf thing? It didn’t mean anything.”

Eobard snorts. “We’ll see about that. Now are you going to listen to my idea or not?”

You freeze.

“I can have us meet my son.”

Oh?

Oh.

“Oh.”

Eobard’s fingers play with each other. “I went to see him earlier today. It’s pretty basic time travel stuff, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about. But that kid? Well, I change my mind. He’s... interesting. I want you to meet him.”

You pluck two paper plates from the wooden shelf before walking back to the table. “You want me to meet your son?”

Eobard sits forward. “Don’t think of it like that,” he says. “Think of it more like putting your mind at ease. He’s a good little brat.”

This earns a scoff from you. “There’s nothing to put at ease because I’m not upset.”

“That’s good,” Eobard continues. “But besides the point. Let’s go now.”

A pause. “Right... now?”

Eobard smirks. “Right now.”

You’re about to say no, to narrow your eyes at him and just eat your damn food. But then your lips part, and you ask him, calmly, “Why?”

“He’s a lovely kid,” Eobard promises, eyes glinting. “Smart as a whip, as fast as his father. Little brat doesn’t even need child support. Hell, he’s practically doing everything all on his own.”

You swallow, tentatively pressing the paper plate onto the table. “He has powers? In the future?”

Eobard leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest. “Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “My time. Any age you want. I’ll make the ride smooth for ya. Did I mention he’s faster than light?”

“I thought all of you were faster than light.”

For a couple seconds straight, your eyebrows furrow and unfurrow repeatedly. “So...” you begin, thinking. “...So... who was the- the-” you do a rotating motion with your hands.

“The other half of the child makin’ equation?” Eobard quips.

“Yes. That.”

Silence. “Does it matter?” Eobard questions. “In my time, you can make your child into anything you want. Parents won’t influence much.”

“You’re not curious as to who you fucked a kid into?”

“Not particularly.”

A pause.

“So, how old do you want him to be when you go meet him?”

You close your eyes and suck in a breath, mind wrapping around Thawne’s words like they’re his last. “What?”

Eobard rolls his eyes. “How far into the future do you want to go?”

You’re quiet for a moment, holding Eobard’s stare. “This is your worst joke to date,”” you decide, breaking the stare.

Eobard raises an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me,” he warns. “You don’t want to meet-”

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“Thaddeus?”

As the boy turns around, golden hair glinting in the light of the sun through the windows, a strong instinct to steady yourself with Eobard’s arm washes over you. That’s ridiculous, of course, since Eobard isn’t one to help and you’re not quite one to ask for help. But for one slow, magical instant, it’s a thought.

Thaddeus is the spitting image of his father. Although his hair is a little messy, the style is simple compared to all the other hyper modern ones you’ve seen today. Eobard tells you that in this time, couples can essentially customize their offspring to perfection. Thaddeus is also contrasting this, as if his parents wanted him to be… natural. Even his clothes are so casual, you’re reminded of your own in the tower. You can see it in his crooked lips, the shadow of dimples, splash of freckles over his nose. Besides that, his features are sharp and defining, with brows that frame his young face nicely. Only his eyes differ from his father. They have the same intelligence, yes, but the shape…

You’ve been so memorized and sick from the moment Eobard stopped running, trying to hold back your gawking at the architecture. The lights. The technology. Even the people’s styles- that it’s hard to believe that this one kid is the thing to make your stomach churn and ache. Eobard’s child. Eobard’s son. Eobard has a son!

And after all the skyscrapers you’d walked past, the cars, the screens- it was him who had your attention. Both of them. Your partner, Eobard, and his spawn, Thaddeus. How curious.

“You dropped this.” Eobard extends his hand out to the boy, who’s not nearly as tall as his father but still stocky in size.

Thaddeus looks down. The three of you stand still.

“Maybe you should be more careful with your stuff,” Eobard continues as his son takes the ID card from his fingers.

“Thanks,” Thaddeus says after a moment. Then he’s silent.

Certainly has his fathers social skills.

“You fifteen year olds these days,” Eobard goes on. “I could never find anything when I was your age.”

Thaddeus looks back up at him with an almost dorky smile. “You don’t look so old,” he says. “I don’t know.”

“This one couldn’t misplace a thing if they tried,” your partner leers down at you. “Give him some tips, dear.”

Dear.

His spawn looks you dead in the eye, completely unaware of who or what you are. It throws your brain through an internal loop and leaves your vocal chords up to their own familiarity.

“I don’t know how to tell you not to lose your ID card,” you stuff your hands into your pockets, which are connected to a futuristic black robe and pants.

“Nothin’ weird about that,” Eobard chimes in, laughing at you silently.

“I guess it was a little weird,” Thaddeus mutters.

“I’ll throttle you to death.”

“What?”

“Actually, there are other exhibits we wanted to see. We’re just visiting town,” you save Eobard quickly, slipping your hands around his upper arm. “Any recommendations?”

“Yeah,” Thaddeus glances around. “But um... have I seen you before?”

You almost choke. “I beg your pardon?”

Thaddeus tilts his head. “Haven’t I seen you before? Sorry- for being forward. I’m sorry.”

“We get around,” Eobard smirks- now you’re certain he’s doing it to piss you off. “Why do you ask?”

The boy breathes out and smiles again, looking down before back up. “You just look familiar. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him, brows genuinely creasing as you watch Thaddeus’s pupils.

He seems… sweet, almost. Anxious.

He sucks in a hissing breath. ��I’m not great at small talk. Thanks for my thing. Uh… so where are you guys from then?”

Actually, maybe he doesn’t have his fathers social skills. Eobard would never prolong a conversation.

“It’s pretty far away. I doubt a kid has heard of it,” your partner says. “What about you, Thaddeus?”

Thaddeus puts both hands in his pant pockets almost sheepishly. “I’m from here. In the city.”

“You’re from The Flash Museum?” you quip.

“Fuck, sorry-I wish. Just the city.”

“If you wish,” Eobard starts lowly, “maybe you should apply for a job.”

That’s right. Eobard worked here, didn’t he?

Thaddeus glances around. “I don’t know if I’d be good for business,” he chuckles softly. “You saw my last name right?”

“No,” you mutter. “We didn’t see your full name. Sorry.”

Thaddeus wiggles his fingers in his pockets. “It’s Thawne,” he says, as if it was some kind of curse. “Like… you know.”

You pretend to think for a moment. Eobard does the same. Then your mouths part and eyes widen as if in recognition. “Oh,” you exclaim. “Oh! Like Eobard Thawne. Reverse Flash. Yeah, I see what you mean. God, that guy...”

“Yeah, so I usually just tell my friends to call me Inertia.”

Another juxtaposition between the boy and his father. Eobard didn’t have any friends, nor did he want any.

Eobard speaks up. “I like your name as it is,” he says, words dripping with poison only you and him could be aware of. “A good strong name like that will command people without even intending to.”

“Well said, darling,” you begin to speak. “You can call me-”

“Enigma,” Eobard quickly silences you. “This is Enigma. People call me Zoom.”

What the hell?

“Cool names,” Thaddeus nods with a smile. “Are you two… um, are you guys partners?”

He’s asking if you’re fucking his dad… Eobard’s kid is asking if you’re fucking his dad!

“Yes,” you tell the kid quickly, knowing Eobard had something to say. Your lips split into a grin. “Yes, we’re married.”

And then it’s quiet. Normally, now would be the time Eobard says something. Some quip, some line. So you stare at his son, waiting for the man beside you to speak up. But he doesn’t.

Thaddeus narrows his eyes at the two of you. “Are you sure we haven’t met before? The two of you just look-”

Your eyes flicker to Eobard, but he’s already in motion. A hand clasps around your arm, forcing you to walk backwards in a hurried push. He’s squeezing your skin. It’s a sudden reminder of how he is, in fact, superpowered.

“We need to leave.”

“I’m sorry?”

“We gotta go,” Reverse Flash urges you, staring down into your eyes.

“Uh, bye?” His son calls behind you, watching you walk backwards.

Your brows scrunch in confusion, right before your heels catch and skid across the floor, throwing off your balance. Your entire force of gravity is pulled off- right elbow skirting pink against the floor in a burning sensation.

“Get up!” Eobard hisses, though he’s already bending down to help pick you upright again.

“Thawne,” you murmur back.

Above you, Eobard’s skin is flickering with energy. It crackles like lightning the color of blood, sizzling through his modern outfit and almost burning it away completely. Behind him, Thaddeus steps back with wide eyes, looking around for someone else to see what he sees.

“Yeah,” you nod fervently up at Eobard in agreement. “We gotta go.”

The electric buzz surrounding him begins to hum. “Grip tight,” he orders, though he’s already started pushing off his heels.

You do, nails reaching up to dig into his arm.

“You are so hot,” you nod fervently up at Eobard without thinking.

The last thing you see as the world turns to yellow and red, burning away in a seething fire, is the face of Thaddeus Thawne, who looks like a bewildered version of his father.

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“Stop moving.”

“It hurts.”

“You think I give a shit? It won’t stop if you don’t stop your squirming.”

You still yourself with a frown, glancing down to your wound. “I can’t believe you let me fall.”

Eobard flicks the inside of your forearm, right in the vein. A shock runs through you with a jump. “I wouldn’t have caught you in time,” he seethes.

“You move in super speed,” your eyebrow quirks.

“Don’t try it,” Eobard warns, earning a smile from you. “Okay, ready?”

“Do it.”

In his hand, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, the man holds a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. In contrast, sitting on a stool, you hold out your arm for him, elbow out.

Eobard tips the bottle over your skin. It skids down in bubbling drips, burning over and over. Dead skin peels from the raw wound. Tiny beads of blood surface. You bite down on your left cheek to stomach the pain that both children and adults alike dread.

“So,” Eobard begins, still spilling the peroxide over your elbow far past the needed amount of time. “How did you like the boy?”

Your eyes flicker up to him. You can smell Eobard’s scent. “I wouldn’t know. Much like the grocery incident, you left before it could get done.”

Eobard downs the entire bottle of fluid over your elbow. It stings and burns, causing you to hiss out in pain. “Thawne!”

“I took you to the future, Y/N. You should be happy. I did it for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” you exclaim. “You didn’t even say why we had to fucking go.”

You watch his eyes go red like a light switch. You learned pretty early on that Eobard could do this on command. On a whir, the empty bottle of peroxide flushes to the ground with a sharp bang. “Be careful.”

“Or what? You’ll put your fingers through my goddamn brain?”

Immediately, you regret it. You knew the meaning behind your words were important between you and Eobard. They’re sacred, private. And here you are throwing his own murdered beloved right in his face.

Holy shit. Ho-ly shit. Eobard could end your life right now. He’s superpowered. He’s vibrated his hand into someone’s brain. You’re not. You’re just some bozo who ticked him off.

Your hands fly up to your face on instinct, palms out as a shield. “Wait, wait, wait!” you fold. “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Then it’s time to wait for death.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you beg- chant. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Movement. You hear movement. And then you hear his voice, stern and compacted, as if he’s trying to keep it together, say, “You’re fine.”

You are not fine. You are dangerously close to death.

You lower your fingers slowly.

“Just don’t ever try that again.”

Eobard’s eyes are still deliriously red. You know he’s pissed. You know you shouldn’t have said it. You know you’ve fucked up. But you also know it’s out of character for him to let it go. It matters to you, maybe just a little bit, in a good way. But there’s no time to analyze it now.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

Silence.

“Eobard?” you start. “What happens to your son?”

When he meets your eyes, they’re not red anymore. They’ve returned to that pretty, icy blue you see so normally. “Why do you want to know?”

A shrug. The movement makes the stinging sensation return to your elbow. When Eobard Thawne’s eyes search your own, the feeling spreads through your arm and neck, up to your face.

“You said he has powers, but he just acted like... a normal kid. He seemed kinda happy, you know? And he didn’t want anything to even do with you.”

Eobard sits in thought for a moment. It’s enough of a moment for you to realize what the silence means.

“He ends up like you? Or close?”

A flash of red rings Eobard’s iris. “Who cares?” he settles upon saying in return.

A beat. Two beats, three. Then you crack a little smile. “No child support… yeah. Who cares?” you say. “Think we should forget about him?”

Eobard rolls his head. “We did it before.”

We.

You frown. “I think you really hurt my elbow this time. No seriously.”

“Good,” Eobard pokes.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

And it goes on like that forever and ever, or at least that’s what you’d like to believe. In reality, your mind wanders to Thaddeus Thawne, the singular builder of kinetic energy, and how he’s somehow destroyed the inertia you had with his father.

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Holy shit this took me so long. I just kept running into roadblocks and I started this new job and blah blah blah. I should be back to writing soon. Drop some DC requests for me! I’m really in the DC zone right now. I will also probably go back and revise this eventually since I really feel like my quality is just not it right now at all.

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