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ariadne-mouse · 6 years

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The Digital Age

Prompt: ‘they meet through a dating app’ from HarriscoFest 2018 @heckyeahharrisco

Relationship: Earth-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Cisco Ramon

Rating: G

Words: 3,825

It was May of 2015 and the newest hot dating app on the scene was called MeetCute. It was simple, fun, and highlighted the interests its members had in common. A familiar recipe maybe, but with fresh packaging it skyrocketed to popularity anyway.

Cisco hadn’t gotten around to making a MeetCute profile yet. He was busy diving head-first into his new job at Mercury Labs, after having spent several years in Puerto Rico working on reconstructive electric grid technology. When his friends pestered him he said he didn’t have time for dating. It was mostly true (if a bit lonely).

Several of his friends had already joined MeetCute, however, so when Cisco stopped by Jitters one afternoon for a pick-me-up (dark roast, splash of cream) and to work on his laptop for a few hours, he wasn’t surprised to see Wally there with a pretty brunette. Wally had been brainstorming potential MeetCute profile taglines with Cisco and Barry just last week - apparently he’d finally taken the plunge. Cisco decided this deserved congratulations via text.

Wally’s phone buzzed where it lay on the table between him and the Pretty Girl, but surprisingly he turned it over without looking at it. This girl must be special - Wally was usually glued to his phone regardless of company. Cisco grinned to himself and typed out another message:

<Oooh, boyyy looks like you got it BAD>

This statement was immediately confirmed when at the resulting text alert buzz, Wally smiled an apology to Pretty Girl and actually stuffed his phone into his bag and out of sight. Cisco could see the approval on Pretty Girl’s face. Nice going, kid, he thought.

Giving his friend one last mental thumbs up, Cisco took his coffee and went to find a table - he had actually come here to work. The upstairs was filled in so he picked a spot far enough away that Wally wouldn’t be embarrassed to look up and see him there.

He’d been working for about 20 minutes when Black Hat came in. Or rather, stalked in. Cisco had never seen someone try and subsequently fail so hard to be inconspicuous. The tall, wiry man was dressed in black from head to toe with his cap pulled low over his eyes. For a few wild seconds Cisco wondered if he was planning to stick up the place - a coffee shop? really? - but Black Hat only went to the counter and ordered a drink like a normal patron. He took his black coffee (of course his coffee was black too, Cisco snorted) and settled a few tables away.

Cisco kept half an eye on him. Black Hat’s cap did little to conceal his handsome face, especially as he twisted in his chair to look around the coffee shop for something, or someone. He looked familiar but Cisco couldn’t think from where. Cisco followed Black Hat’s gaze as he scanned the tables on the upper floor and over by the front counter, before eventually landing on the window seats where Wally and Pretty Girl were still deep in conversation. Pretty Girl laughed at something Wally said, a small flush appearing in her pale cheeks. Wally looked shyly pleased with himself. God, the two of them were adorable.

Black Hat didn’t seem to agree. The mostly neutral expression he’d been wearing when he walked in turned sour and he tightened his grip on his untouched coffee. Okay, weird, Cisco thought with some alarm. Why would he be angry about Wally and Pretty Girl? Well, there was one obvious possible reason: white girl on a date with a black guy. With some resignation Cisco mentally flagged the man as “possible racist” and quickly scanned nearby tables for more data.

With some relief he spotted another black-white biracial couple nearby, at a table Black Hat had briefly looked over and dismissed. Okay, so maybe not a racist. Just a problem with Wally then? Or with Pretty Girl? These options were still problematic. Cisco abandoned the pretense of working and watched Black Hat for any further signs of active aggression. He sent another text to Wally - <creeper at your 9 o’clock> - though he knew it would likely be ignored like the first two.

Black Hat continued to lurk and stare at the couple, oblivious to Cisco’s scrutiny and growing alarm. Finally Cisco had had enough. He slammed his laptop shut and strode over to Black Hat.

“Okay, what is your deal?!” Cisco hissed.

Black Hat startled, then pinned laser blue eyes on Cisco. “What do you mean,” he said, a little raspy. Ugh, he even sounded like a stalker.

“I mean, why are you totally creeping on that couple over there?! NOT cool, dude.”

Cisco jabbed a finger at him in what he hoped was an intimidating manner. Unfortunately, Black Hat didn’t seem phased, and leaned closer to hiss back.

“I am not creeping. That girl is my daughter, and she’s here meeting a random stranger from the internet. I’m here to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped and murdered. Is that alright with you, you interfering jackwagon?” It wasn’t a question. More of a threat. It seemed earnest.

“Oh my god, you’re a helicopter parent,” Cisco said with relief. “I thought you were some kind of stalker.” He frowned. “I mean, you still kind of are. Does your daughter know you’re here?”

“No,” Black Hat replied, without a trace of shame.

Clearly he had boundary issues. And he still seemed so familiar - but from where--? Cisco’s mind itched, but the light bulb refused to switch on and so he put it aside again.

“Well she’s gonna look up and see you eventually, Mr. Urban Camouflage Failure,” Cisco retorted, then winced. “Ooh, bad name, don’t quote me on that.”

Black Hat was not impressed.

“She'll only look up if you keep drawing attention to me, so if you could stop being an overly concerned citizen...?”

He pointedly made a shooing motion.

“Hey now, I never agreed to be an accomplice for your familial stalking,” Cisco protested. “Also, I’m not some random bystander. The guy your daughter’s with is a friend of mine, and he’s a good kid. He doesn’t deserve getting sniped by his date’s creepy, overstepping father.”

“I decide what’s overstepping with my child,” Black Hat snapped. “And I’m not going to lose her.”

Cisco deserved so many beers from Wally once Wally was old enough to buy them. He took a deep breath, pulled a chair up to Black Hat’s table, and sat down.

“Okay, clearly you’re very protective and feeling some stress here. But if your daughter’s old enough to sign up for MeetCute, she’s an adult and capable of making her own judgement calls.”

If she hadn’t been old enough, Cisco doubted Black Hat would have been content to lurk from afar.

“And I’m serious, Wally’s a good kid. You don’t have to worry.”

Black Hat only glared, “Why should I trust your opinion on that?”

“Yeah okay, maybe you shouldn’t,” Cisco conceded. “But have you thought about trusting your daughter? Or even just actually looking at what’s in front of your face, instead of trying to burn a hole through Wally with your eyes?”

Cisco gestured towards the window tables, where Wally was showing Pretty Girl something from a graph-ruled notebook - schematics for one of his eco-engine designs, most likely. Pretty Girl looked thoughtful and made a few additions to the page. (Smart Pretty Girl, Cisco mentally amended). The pair was soon absorbed in an increasingly animated discussion that involved scribbling back and forth on the papers until Wally exclaimed “That’s it! We got it!” and shared a triumphant high-five with an equally-pleased Smart Pretty Girl.

When Cisco looked back at Black Hat, the man was wearing a proud little smile. “That’s my Jesse Quick,” he murmured, his eyes soft. Maybe there was hope for him yet. Also, Cisco finally had a name for Smart Pretty Girl: Jesse. (And why did that sound familiar too?)

“So will you leave them alone?” Cisco asked instead.

“Ohhh no, I’m staying right. Here.” Black Hat said, tapping the table with his index finger. Cisco sighed. At least now the guy looked contemplative instead of murderous? As though hearing his thoughts, Black Hat swiveled to pin him again with that icy stare.

“And what exactly were you doing here, anyway?” he accused Cisco. “Surely not checking up on your friend Mr. West-” Because of course he knew Wally’s full name, “-after all your preaching about giving them space.”

“I was drinking coffee and working,” Cisco deadpanned, “You know, like people do sometimes in coffee shops.”

“Well, you can go back and keep doing that now.” Black Hat tried once again to shoo him away. Cisco wasn’t having it. But he was going to have Wally’s eternal gratitude later.

“You know, if you’re gonna run parental surveillance, you really have to get better at it,” Cisco said. “Lose the hat, and let me grab my stuff.”

“What?” The man squinted at Cisco as he rounded up his work laptop, backpack, and coffee (sadly gone cold) from where he’d been sitting before and carted it back to Black Hat’s table.

“This - is the opposite of what I just told you to do,” Black Hat said.

He seemed genuinely befuddled. The man must not get told “no” often. Well, Cisco was happy to break that trend for him.

“The hat,” he repeated. “Lose it. You look like a serial killer. Like, full-on Sylar.”

Black Hat still looked equal parts confused and suspicious, but he slowly pulled the cap off and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. After a moment he also produced a pair of distinctive angular-framed glasses from his pocket and put them on. Suddenly the familiarity clicked, and Cisco kicked himself for not seeing it sooner.

“You’re Harrison Wells,” Cisco realized, a little stunned. “Holy Hannah, you totally just reverse Clark Kent-ed me.”

Cisco had seen the man’s face on the cover of Tech Global magazine just last year, crammed into the precarious bookshelves of his favorite cafe in a barrio of San Juan. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, too busy with the grueling work of fortifying the area’s electric grid.

Black Hat - no, Dr. Harrison Wells, founder of Star Labs - leveled him with a flat stare.

“For someone critiquing my sneaking skills, you’re pretty slow on the uptake.”

Okay, Cisco deserved that a little. But only a little!

“Hey, I wasn’t exactly thinking about tech moguls when I was evaluating you for stranger danger,” he defended.

“Well now you know,” Wells said irritably. “Want an autograph?”

As Wells turned back to the window to watch Wally and Jesse again, Cisco ruthlessly suppressed the little part of his brain that wanted to squeak ‘yes’. That wasn’t going to keep the man distracted. Instead he drawled,

“Not really. Hiya, Harry. I’m Cisco Ramon.”

“That’s nice,” Wells - Harry said, not sounding very nice at all. “There’s no need for you to join me, Mr. Ramon.”

“There is, if you want your daughter not to hate you for stalking her. Now try to look like a normal person and if she catches you, you can say you just walked in for coffee and work, like me.” Cisco shoved an extra notebook across the table.

Harry was still skeptical. “Jesse already hates me. And she’d never believe that line, she’s much too smart. And why, exactly are you offering to help?” he continued impatiently, “I thought you didn’t agree to be an ‘accomplice to familial stalking’.” He made exaggerated air quotes to fully convey his disdain. Cisco found himself suppressing a laugh.

“Oh, this is damage control for Wally, and by extension Jesse because she seems like a nice girl,” he replied cheerfully. “The less you ruin their date, the better.”

“How noble of you,” Harry ground out, turning away.

“So what do you think of Mercury Labs’ new research on overcoming quantum field confinement with forced dark matter collisions?” Cisco asked, apropos of nothing.

To Cisco’s immense satisfaction, Harry was shocked into looking back at him.

He stared at Cisco. “You’re familiar with dark matter.”

“I should hope so. Mercury Labs shouldn’t hire just anyone to run their new advanced engineering division.”

And wow, he had Harry’s full attention now. He could practically see gears working in that famous brain.

“You’re the Ramon that Tina was bragging about hiring.”

Cisco made a mental note that his new boss Dr. Tina McGee was apparently on friendly speaking terms with her main industry competitor. And that she was bragging about Cisco - as a recent hire that was reassuring to hear. He decided to do something nice for her later.

“Yep, that’s me,” he said, “If I recall, the Star Labs HR department never even bothered to send a rejection letter to my application - guess my grid stabilization work in Puerto Rico didn’t impress. Must be why I haven’t thought much about you guys since then.”

It seemed Harry couldn’t resist the dig, because he started grilling Cisco about his field of expertise with increasing irritation. Cisco fired back answers as fast as Harry could ask questions, grinning all the while.

“Oh my god, that’s my dad,” Jesse gasped.

“What?!”

Wally smothered his instinctive panic and craned his neck to follow Jesse’s line of sight to a tall, dark-haired man who was talking furiously with-

“That’s my friend Cisco,” he blurted. “The one I mentioned earlier who just started at Mercury Labs.”

The tall guy - Jesse’s dad - seemed grumpy, but Cisco was all smiles. He was clearly loving whatever argument they were having.

“I can’t believe Dad followed me. He’s so overprotective,” Jesse griped.

Please, please, don’t make me meet her angry father on the first date, Wally begged every deity he knew. I really like this girl.

Trying to remain outwardly calm, he said, “Oh! That’s... nice. That he cares so much. Hey, what do you think he’s doing talking with Cisco? I know Cisco comes here to get work done sometimes, it was probably him texting me earlier.”

He busied himself with checking his phone, blushed faintly at Cisco’s “you got it BAD” comment, and and tilted the screen to show Jesse only the last message: <creeper at your 9 o’clock>.

“Looks like he went to call out your dad on being all... stalker-y.”

“Huh. Doesn’t look like they’re talking about us right now,” said Jesse, watching her father and Cisco. After a few moments her assessing gaze turned sly. “I think they might be having their own real meet-cute. Dad never spends this long arguing with someone unless he likes them.”

She considered, then added casually, “My dad owns Star Labs, so I’m sure they have lots in common to talk about.”

“Wait, you’re Jesse Wells?” And just like that Wally’s panic was back in full-force. He’d just worked on an engine design with Jesse Wells?

“I like you even better for not knowing that,” Jesse smiled at him. “Wanna get out of here? I’ll text my dad so he doesn’t think you kidnapped me. And this is probably the only chance we’ll get to leave without him seeing where we went. I just disabled the tracker in my phone.”

“Uh, yeah,” Wally stammered, a little shy again. “That’d be great.” Jesse was great.

Meanwhile, Cisco was having more fun than he’d had in ages.

“So obviously, there’s no way that you could overcome the color confinement principle, unless you used-” Cisco stopped to gasp, at the same time as Harry slapped a hand on the table--

“Residual power frequencies,” they said in unison. Harry abruptly stood up.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Cisco was a little hurt, in spite of himself.

“To fire my head of HR,” replied Harry. He glanced at the window. “And activate the back-up tracker in my daughter’s phone.” He smiled fondly, “She always finds the first one.”

“Oo-kay, wow, we still need to work on your boundary issues.”

“We? Ramon, we just spent the last half hour talking about how you don’t work for me.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” Cisco contemplated. “And it’s probably best if it stays that way. After all,” he took a deep breath, “it’s generally considered inappropriate to date your boss, right?”

“Date? Ramon, what?” Harry spluttered. Cisco was really starting to enjoy turning Harrison Wells stupid.

“Come on, this was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Have dinner with me. I still need to tell you everything that’s wrong with the outward-facing grid components of the Star Labs accelerator.” After a beat he added, “Also please don’t fire your HR guy, I’m not leaving Mercury.”

He saw the conflict churn in Harry’s face.

“Dr. McGee won’t be happy you’re spilling information to a rival lab,” Harry said.

“Mercury isn’t building a high-GeV particle accelerator like yours,” Cisco shrugged. “Sharing my expert opinion will just mean the city will be safer if you bring it online.”

“If?” Harry’s outrage was back.

“Like I said,” Cisco grinned. “We have a lot to talk about.”

Harry’s expression was thunderous.

“...Fine.” he gritted out at last.

“What?” Now Cisco was the one wrong-footed - he hadn’t been expecting it to be that simple.

“I said fine, Ramon. You’re buying.” He stole one of Cisco’s pens and scrawled a phone number and a time on the cover of his notebook. Cisco recovered just enough to quip,

“Aw, looks like it was actually you who wanted to give me an autograph.”

“I’m regretting this already,” Harry scowled, jammed his black cap back on his head, and strode for the door. As he shoved it open he called back, “Don’t be late, Ramon.”

“I won’t,” Cisco murmured, mostly to himself. He ran a finger over the fresh intents of Dr. Harrison Wells’s phone number on his notebook, feeling a bit like he’d stepped into an alternate universe.

<Wally> he texted, <You’re not gonna believe what just happened>

This time he promptly got a reply.

<Haha I think I have some idea. dude you have serious game, but like, for old genius dudes apparently> a pause, then, <Jesse says her dad likes big belly burger>

<A man of distinguished tastes, obv> Cisco sent back. <tell her thanks>

He debated his next missive for a moment, then typed,

<Srsly?? ugh> Wally replied, <And haha yeah w/e dude :-PP go get ready for your date with a grumpy old man. Also me and Jesse might stalk it, fair’s fair>

Cisco laughed, and started packing up his things. There was no way he was getting any more work done today.

7 months later

It was December of 2015 and the Mercury Labs holiday party was in full swing. The lights were lit, the halls were decked, and the eggnog was thoroughly spiked. Cisco nursed a cup of said eggnog while he made slow rounds chatting with friends and acquaintances - Dr. McGee (”Oh, call me Tina, it’s Christmas”), Caitlin and Ronnie, Dibney (he kept that one brief) and a few others.

Raucous laughter sounded from nearby. Cisco ducked and swooped to avoid some of his co-workers who were surprising people with mistletoe - wasn’t that an HR nightmare waiting to happen - before wandering back to the refreshments table. As he reached for the punch ladle, two familiar long arms wrapped around his middle and lips brushed his temple.

“You’re late,” Cisco grinned, leaning back into the embrace.

“Prototype exploded. You know how things are.” Harry’s voice held a smile.

“Yeah I do,” Cisco replied fondly. He turned in Harry’s arms to look at him properly. “Mm, you do clean up nice.”

Harry was indeed unfairly handsome in a simple black suit and tie.

“You’re not so bad either,” Harry replied, thumbing the burgundy velvet of Cisco’s blazer before leaning down to steal a lingering kiss. After a long, indulgent moment, Cisco reluctantly pulled away.

“Alright, let’s introduce you to some people.”

Harry scoffed. “These people already know who I am. Or they should.”

“Wow, there goes my plan to introduce you as my demure and modest partner.”

“I’m not demure. Or modest. False modesty is unbecoming.”

“You’re such a charmer, Harry. Anyone tell you that?”

“All the time.”

“I’m regretting this already,” Cisco said.

Together they found some of Cisco’s friends and closer co-workers. Most of them did already know who Harry was, but few knew his connection to Cisco and they wanted all the story. Cisco started to feel parched from all the talking. Harry magnanimously stepped away to get him a drink - Cisco knew he was also eager to escape the inane pleasantries.

While Cisco was waiting he bumped into Tina again. Perfect timing - after all, finally telling his boss that he was dating Mercury’s leading industry rival was really the whole point of bringing Harry here. Cisco quashed a little flutter of nerves. Everything would be fine.

“Still having a good time I hope?” Tina asked, smiling at Cisco over her glass of brandy.

“Yeah, just waiting for my date to get back,” Cisco replied, aiming for casual.

“Oh, I didn’t know you brought someone.” Tina looked curious - Cisco hadn’t ever directly mentioned a girlfriend or boyfriend to her before.

“Yeah, uh, I’ve been planning to tell you officially with conflict of interest paperwork and everything, but I wasn’t sure you’d believe me-”

Cisco was cut off when Harry reappeared at his side, sliding one hand comfortably to Cisco’s lower back and offering him a mug with the other. Cisco assumed it was more spiked eggnog and waved it off.

“Oh no, I’m done-”

“It’s cranberry juice, buttercup.” Harry ignored Cisco’s indignant expression in favor of greeting Tina with a smug smile. “Dr. McGee.”

“You scoundrel, Harry Wells,” declared Tina, in (mostly) mock disapproval. “I should have known you’d find some way to steal my top engineer even if he still works for me.”

“Can you blame me? I know a good thing when I see it.” Harry pulled Cisco a little closer. “Though you’ll be pleased to know that he’s irritatingly silent about Mercury’s proprietary initiatives.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” replied Tina primly. “I know who I hired.” Cisco felt his nervousness ease a little. She wasn’t angry, then.

Tina continued, “But now to the real question: how on earth did you two meet?”

“Dating app,” Harry deadpanned.

Tina’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Well,” laughed Cisco. “Yes. But also no.”

He launched into the story for what felt like the tenth time that night. It was a story he was getting used to telling, and he hadn’t stopped enjoying it yet.

~End~

Some notes:

trash!science warning, per usual

Why yes I did move Hurricane Maria back a few years for plot convenience (apparently Wally appeared in The Flash timeline in 2015)

Winter holiday feels posted in August? Why not

Apparently I can’t write anything shorter than 1000 words anymore

SO MANY WIPS LEFT i am so loving HarriscoFest also send help I’m drowning in my draft queue

#harrisco #harriscofest2018 #fic #fic prompts #they meet through a dating app #trash!science #my fic

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letzoespoilyou · 6 years

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Harrisco Shall We Dance AU!

Harry never moved past the death of his wife but as his daughter Jessie is heading off to university he realizes how alone he’s about to be. While out walking he on a whim stops by a dance studio and maybe just maybe it may give him the boost he needs. This is where he meets dance teacher Cisco Ramon and soon he isn’t just learning to dance, but also the confidence to be on a stage, the thrill of competitive dance and what it means to fall in love again!

For @heckyeahharrisco and the Harrisco Fest for Dance competition and AU!

#harrisco #harriscofest2018 #harry wells #cisco ramon

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cheetahsprints · 6 years

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Overflow

Prompt: hand holding (+hurt/comfort) @heckyeahharrisco

Words: 1000

“I’ve cornered the meta, but I keep bouncing off his shield. Think you can get out here and help, Cisco?”

Cisco really doesn’t want to do it. But he doesn’t want to let Barry down… or for him to get hurt. Harry frowns and touches his arm. His worry is loud, and the emotion rolling off him curls into the back of Cisco’s mind. He shakes it off and opens a breach.

“Stay here, we need someone on the comms.” Harry is obviously not pleased with this request, but he gives a small nod.

Immediately he enters chaos. The dead end alley is an absolute mess. He evades garbage and pieces of wood. Barry paces a few feet from the meta, seemingly at a loss.

They attempt to trick the meta through a breach: Fail

They attempt to fling debris in hopes of collapsing the shield: Fail

Breaching Barry behind the meta to grab him: Fail

The meta starts crying and begging for mercy, even though he’s not being hurt. He seems distressed about hurting them.

“It’ll be OK,” Barry coaxes. “You just need to calm down.”

Like telling someone to calm down ever works.

“You’ll just send me to jail. Or I’ll be an ARGUS experiment. Leave me alone!”

“We can’t - you’re hurting people -”

“Go away!” He slams his fist into the ground and a wave of energy knocks them both over.

Maybe this is a battle of strength. Cisco raises both of his arms in succession, shooting the strongest vibe blasts he can conjure. Distantly he can hear Barry shouting.

“No Cisco! That will just -”

There’s an excruciating pain in his hands. He passes out.

When he’s next aware, he hears Barry’s voice again. He thinks it’s Barry, but everything is fuzzy.

“... And when I flung a lighting bolt at him, it felt like I zapped myself, like some kind of weird… karma or something. What goes around comes around?”

“Or maybe he sapped your power and gave it back to you tenfold?”

“Yes, he can counter anything you throw at him!”

Cisco’s hands are throbbing. He tries to flex his fingers, just to make sure it’s not a phantom pain, and he actually has them still. They tingle with numbness, like when limbs are asleep, but worse. It seems they remain attached.

“Where’s the meta?” Cisco cringes at his voice sounding like it’s being dragged over gravel. He doesn’t open his eyes yet.

“In custody. He fell to his knees and sobbed when he knocked you out, temporarily disabling his shields. Barry sped him here, and I punched him.”

That is Harry’s voice. What a wonderful sound to hear. He tries to lean toward it. His voice is kind of garbled though. Is Cisco underwater?

What a silly thought. He must be drugged.

“Harry…”

“I’m here,” Harry murmurs. His concern is even stronger now. It envelopes Cisco completely and he groans.

“Stop it… you’re… suffocating… me.”

Harry is alarmed. He’s angry, probably that he couldn’t protect Cisco. He’s fearful -- fearful of what? The meta is locked up. Cisco is out of danger to his survival, right? Cisco is confused by this. Harry’s emotions are pummeling Cisco like a hurricane. He can’t think straight.

He can’t even feel Barry’s emotions. He knows there’s others in the room but he can’t sense who. Harry is all consuming.

“Cisco. I’m not touching you. Are you alright?”

“Hurts.” That’s about his hands. “Your feelings. Too much.”

“My… my feelings?” There are noises. Banging, shuffling, sighing, footsteps. Cisco floats in and out of reality. He’s back in the battle, then he’s remembering Harry’s resentment in the early days. Now he cares so much. Cisco can’t figure out why, how, when.

It hurts. Harry calls his name repeatedly.

Cisco cracks his eyes open. A glass of water is pressed to his mouth. He drinks slowly. Harry’s fingers thread in his hair. There’s affection wrapping around him, silky and warm. He relaxes into it. He realizes it’s drifting from Harry. His face becomes clearer. His expression is tight and his muscles are tense.

Anxiety, worry, affection, yearning, desperation, hope, protectiveness cocoon Cisco and puncture his skin as though many snakes are slithering over him and biting him. It’s becoming difficult to breathe. He can’t quite focus.

His hands are searing masses of half-numb discomfort. Harry slips his palms underneath Cisco’s hands and holds them for a moment. He leans down and kisses his knuckles. Cisco blinks in surprise.

He shouldn’t be surprised. He can feel Harry’s reverence, mixed still with his rage and concern. He grabs something off the stand by the bed. It seems to be some kind of cream. Cisco’s vision blurs. He focuses on Harry’s eyes.

Harry applies the cream gradually. He makes tender little circles with his fingers, starting at his wrists. Meanwhile he keeps his other hand cupped around the one of Cisco’s that he’s working on. He switches to the left one just as the pain is fading in his right.

This isn’t the ideal way he would’ve wanted to have Harry hold his hand, but he’ll take it.

Cisco is hesitant but asks, “Is it permanent?”

“No. You won’t be able to vibe for a while - not without that sort of risk - but you will recover in time. A few weeks, if you take it easy.”

He’ll go bananas not being able to play video games or engineer, but he’ll manage. He’d rather be bored for a little while than cause further damage.

“I almost ripped his head off,” Harry admits. He takes in a sharp breath through his nose. “But Allen explained it wasn’t intentional.”

His fury is heavy and sizzling. Cisco curls his hand around Harry’s best as he can. He pulls it up to his mouth and kisses his fingers. Harry leans forward just enough, the action appearing not entirely conscious. Cisco brushes a light kiss on his lips. Harry’s turmoil remains, but it settles enough for Cisco to be free from the whirlpool.

#harrisco #harriscofest2018 #my fic #Cisco suffers #Harry suffers bc of Cisco suffering #Cisco suffers from Harry suffering from Cisco's suffering #injury #empathy powers

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bookgerm · 6 years

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heres some shibe and kitty Cisco and Harry for the Harriscofest prompt, turned into animals! @heckyeahharrisco

#harriscofest2018 #cisco ramon #harry wells #art #shiba inu cisco #cat harry #theyre dumb #also im already behind great #after making all those mythos im not happy with my art so time to cry #:')

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astarlitsunflower · 6 years

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Pop.

@heckyeahharrisco

Prompt: Pop

Characters: Harry Wells, Jesse Quick, Cisco Ramon.

Also On Ao3!

Harry glanced at his watch before back to the stack of books in his hand for the eighth time in thirty seconds. Jesse leaned on her forearms behind the counter and rolled her eyes.

“Pop,” She tapped her fingers against the counter before clearing her throat. “Daddy!” That caught his attention and he looked over and softened with a smile. “He’s going to come in, just relax.”

“I am relaxed.” Harry went back to organizing the books, ignoring Jesse’s condescending hum. A special order for his favorite customer had come in today, although, the customer would never know he’s his favorite. Anything he ordered, checked out, purchased Harry took a copy for himself, finding it fascinating.

Though whenever he came in, Jesse took over. Harry went to grab more books, or go in the back to read over orders and inventory. Only stalking around the back and bookcases to catch just the sound of his laugh, or hear Jesse giggle at a pun that made Harry roll his eyes. Jesse never understood, and often, would call him out on his poor, and sometimes creepy-seeming, behavior.

“Are you going to actually talk to him today, or hide in the shadows like the vampire I think you are?” Jesse arched an eyebrow, watching him.

“I’ve told you Jesse, I stopped being a vampire when you were born.” Harry smiled to her, going to grab more books to sort through.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to at least try to communicate with Cisco.” A beautiful name, Harry thinks. “He’s really likeable, you don’t have to hang around like Frankenstein’s Monster.” She poked his side, then arm.

“I ought to be thy Adam, Quick.” Harry smiled to her when he rolled her eyes. The bell of the door rang and both looked up. Quickly, Harry focused on the books, organizing them on the counterspace next to Jesse; it’s the closest he’s gotten to Cisco, and he can hardly hear over his heart beating.

Jesse’s hard laugh pulled him right out of his tunnel vision, she was half leaning on Harry as she did laugh; it must have been a great joke. Harry simply glanced up then; Cisco’s smile was damn near blinding, he felt like grabbing a pair of sunglasses just to really admire it.

A wave in front of his eyes blinked him out, Jesse waving to get his attention. He followed her movements for a second before picking up her hands; glad that when she was younger she wanted to learn ASL. He supported everything her curious mind desires, so of course he learned with her.

You’re staring like he just told you the answers to the universe. Can you just tell him that you’ve been counting the seconds to see him and that you’re free tonight for dinner and a movie.

Harry rolled his eyes, signing back. Jesse, everyone knows the answers to the universe is fourty-three. And I’m not free for dinner and a movie, I have a daughter to feed.

You have a daughter that can order pizza.

Cisco gently waved a hand to get their attention; Harry felt a punch of warmth hit his face when he started moving his hands as well. Hi, this is killing me, the answer to the universe is fourty-two. He seemed to sigh in relief at getting that off his chest before continuing, And I’m off at seven, just putting that out there.

Cisco signed his receipt and flipped it over, writing his number across before picking up his newest book. Jesse couldn’t keep the grin off her face, staring up at her dad while he simply stared where Cisco’s hands were once speaking.

Slowly, as the shock wore off, Harry moved and slid the receipt off the counter, and into his pocket.

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voldiebuns · 6 years

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Fic: The Real Deal

The Flash (tv) | Cisco/Harry | Rated G | stripper!Cisco, AU - no powers, get together | 775 words

My third contribution for @heckyeahharrisco‘s Harrisco Fest 2018! The prompt I used was Jesse hires stripper!Cisco for Harry’s bday.

Read it on AO3.

“Please tell me you didn’t,” Harry said, looking in horror at the front door. The doorbell rang again.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to lie to you,” Jesse replied with a grin that told him all he needed to know. She headed for the door, a bounce in her step. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“You can think that all you like,” he grumbled, not quite loud enough for her to hear. He sighed, deeply, then said a little louder, “This is really not the birthday present I had in mind.”

“Aw, that’s just too bad,” a voice that was certainly not Jesse’s said.

Harry turned to see the most attractive man he’d ever seen in his life standing just inside the door to their apartment. He was in a dark suit — tight, leaving no line of his body to the imagination — with a red tie that brought out the warmth in his bronze skin, and his dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Harry could feel his mouth go dry. He barely noticed Jesse leaving the apartment, a delighted look on her face as she closed the door behind her.

“You’re the… stripper?” Harry asked, his voice cracking a little on the word. He really wished he had a glass of water handy.

“I sure am, baby,” the younger man said, walking toward him in a way that could only be described as seductive. He winked, and Harry felt his heart skip a beat. “You can call me Cisco.”

“Cisco,” Harry said faintly. He cleared his throat, and shoved down every thought of how he really, really wanted to see Cisco strip down. “You don’t have to do this. You can go home or do whatever it is you do on a Friday night. My daughter just hired you to annoy me.”

Cisco stopped a mere foot away, a pout on his face that Harry knew he’d be seeing in his dreams for weeks. “I thought she hired me so you could have some fun.”

Harry gulped, his dry throat clicking as he tried to force down the whine of want that bubbled up. This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea. But then again… Jesse had paid already, and Cisco had been given an out, which he hadn’t taken. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

“Ok,” he said, because he honestly had no idea what else to say. Cisco grinned.

***

“You’re dating someone,” Jesse said flatly, not even bothering to make it a question. He continued to adjust his lapel, uncomfortable in a suit. “How are you dating someone? You barely even leave your lab, when did you actually meet someone and start dating them?”

Harry made a face, but there was too much truth to Jesse’s words for him to argue. She always knew how to strip him down to his most base, unsavory components. In a loving way, of course, but it still stung on occasion.

“It’s… complicated,” he finally said, ignoring the way Jesse’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Let her think whatever she would, she’d see in a few minutes anyway.

There was a knock on the door and he strode over to it, using his long legs as an advantage to get there before Jesse could. He took a deep breath, then opened it wide and stepped to the side as Cisco came in.

“Um,” Jesse said. Harry could see her dumbfounded look from the corner of his eye. “I definitely didn’t order you a stripper this time.”

Cisco let out a snort of laughter, coming up to loop his arm through Harry’s. “You didn’t tell her, Harry?”

“Yeah, dad, you didn’t tell me?” Jesse asked, mocking curiosity bellying the fire underneath. “Whyever would you keep something so important from your only daughter?”

“I’m telling you now,” Harry replied a little gruffly, trying not to wince at the look Jesse shot him. He’d be paying for this later, he knew. He cleared his throat. “We should probably head to dinner now.”

He headed out the still opened door, letting Cisco and Jesse follow behind. He could hear them talking behind him, which probably wasn’t a good idea either, but was the lesser of two evils for now. They’d be talking at some point anyway, might as well get a headstart.

Jesse seemed particularly interested in Cisco’s suit, which made sense considering what he’d been wearing the last time she’d seen him. This time it was a maroon suit with a back tie, eye catching but not quite so form fitting as the previous one. Harry planned to have a lot of fun with it later.

“That suit is a rip away,” Cisco whispered in reply to Jesse’s question, not quite quietly enough for Harry not to hear, making Jesse giggle. “This one’s the real deal.”

Harry could feel a headache coming on as he stepped into the elevator. This was entirely Jesse’s fault, and he knew they were both going to make him miserable. He never realized he was such a masochist.

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harriscofics · 6 years

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'Soft River'

by stars_n_space

For the HarriscoFest2018. Prompt: hurt/ comfort. Harry doesn't like water. It's not that he doesn't like the taste or a nice shower after a long day. Harry just doesn't like water contained in vessels that are bigger than his head. Cisco just wanted to bathe in Harry's jacuzzi and for Harry to join him.

Words: 1994, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of HarriscoFest2018 Prompts

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Cisco Ramon, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Earth-2 Tess Morgan

Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Earth-2 Tess Morgan/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells & Jesse "Quick" Wells

Additional Tags: Harry Wells is Ex-Military, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, POW!Harry Wells, Soldier!Harry Wells, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Harrisco Fest 2018, harrisco, Cisco is a good boyfriend, Jesse wins best daughter award, Jesse and Tess in flashbacks only, Cisco really likes bubblebaths and jacuzzis, Harry doesn't, referenced waterboarding, harry Wells is demisexual

from AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/2w1fUQD

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dctvaesthetics · 6 years

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Harry is tortured because someone thinks he is Eobard

For HarriscoFest2018

When they first realise that Harry is missing, Cisco is distraught and determined to go after Harry alone. The team tries to calm him but he refuses to listen to reason until Caitlin reminds him that Harry will be safer if they work together. The team has never seen Cisco like this before, he is reckless and ruthless, truly not caring who stands in his way, just caring that they move.

When Cisco sees Harry tied up, bloody and unconscious he loses his shit. The only reason Harry’s kidnapper ends up in IronHeights instead of 6 feet under is because Barry pulls Cisco of the unconscious man and points out that Harry has woken up and Cisco rushes to his side, clutching onto him for dear life.

After they get back to the labs Cisco refuses to leave Harry’s side to get checked out by Caitlin so once Harry has been given the all clear he ends up dressing Cisco’s wounds himself. They end the night curled up together, Cisco wrapped tight around Harry, grounding them both in the moment.

@heckyeahharrisco

#harrisco #harry wells/ cisco ramon #harry wells #harrison wells #e2 harrison wells #cisco ramon #vibe #the flash #team flash #otp #dctv #cw #aesthetic #aestheitcs #harriscofest2018 #harry kidnapped #sorry I'm not the best writer tbh

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lalasara-art · 6 years

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Harrisco for the prompt “clothing swap“. in CW seed style bc their design for Cisco is already Cisco-in-Harrys-cloths. @heckyeahharrisco

HarriscoFest2018

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ariadne-mouse · 6 years

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Leaf Peeping: an unnecessarily in-depth analysis

Prompt: ‘leaf peeping’ from HarriscoFest 2018 @heckyeahharrisco

Relationship: Earth-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells x Cisco Ramon

Rating: G

Words: 588

It’s not that Cisco didn’t know what leaf peeping was. He’d heard of it. Seen a tree or two change color in his time. Wikipedia even had an article on it.

What he couldn’t figure out was why Harry would jump so quickly to leaf peeping as something he couldn’t “suck the fun out of”. So when the crisis of the day was over, Cisco did what his engineering brain did best: he laid out the facts and ran scenarios. His final write up went like this.

Fact: the following dialogue took place:

Me: Is there anything you can't suck the fun out of? Harry: Leaf peeping.

What can we learn from this? Potential options:

Universal appeal: Leaf peeping is so enjoyable that no one could suck the fun out of it

Personal appeal: Harry himself enjoys leaf peeping so much that he, personally, can’t suck the fun out of it

Resilience: Fun is a difficult thing to suck out of leaf peeping, i.e. it is a logistically sound and dependable thing that is not easily subject to change. Or sucking.

Fact: Leaf peeping is traveling to look at fall foliage in regions where the leaves dramatically change colors with the seasons (source: Wikipedia).

How does this information affect the three options from above? Consider:

Universal appeal: Sure, looking at colorful leaves is fun. A widespread popular appeal is feasible, though perhaps not universal. There’s probably some tree-hating person who could suck the fun out of it.

Personal appeal: Harry might secretly be a nature enthusiast, or maybe he has good memories of leaf peeping so it consistently makes him happy. Entirely feasible.

Resilience: Lots of things could go wrong. Windstorm the day before, too early, too late, too cold, colors not as vibrant as hoped, etc. Plenty to complain about if you wanted to. So, option 3 is less feasible. Also, the capacity for things to go wrong supports the dubious feasibility of option 1 (universal appeal). There are probably some people who would be irritated by logistical challenges of leaf peeping.

Conclusion: Option 2, Personal appeal. Harry personally likes leaf peeping, and this is the reason he can’t suck the fun out of it.

“Hey Harry,” Cisco called across the lab. “Why you like leaf peeping?”

“What? Everyone likes leaf peeping,” replied Harry, busy copying equations onto one of the drawing boards.

“You don’t know that,” Cisco said, “It’s not like there are studies on leaf-peeping appeal. So why do you like leaf peeping?”

Harry gave him an odd look, but answered, “I’ve been taking Jesse to see the Great Sunset Cascade every year since she was 8. Never fails to impress.” He looked a little sad, then continued, “We missed last year because of Zoom.”

“Ah.” Cisco double-circled Option 2: Personal appeal and scribbled ‘great sunset cascade. Earth-2 phenomenon?’.

“Why exactly is this important?” Harry squinted at him.

“No reason,” Cisco shrugged, taking on a bored affect.

He then carried out a rather excellent bit of misdirection (if he did say so himself) by crumpling up his Leaf Peeping Analysis and leaning back in his chair to play catch with it. Harry rolled his eyes and went back to the equations on the drawing board.

When Harry left the lab some time later, Cisco smoothed the paper back out and started running searches for “great sunset cascade” and “best leaf peeping near Central City”.

Harry and Jesse weren’t going to miss leaf peeping this year, not if Cisco had anything to say about it.

~End.~

Two things:

Cisco takes care of his future fam, yes you bet he does

I would love it if on Earth-2, leaf peeping was actually a euphemism or just an entirely different concept from Earth-1 leaf peeping. What would it even mean?? Okay, that’s gonna get its own post at some point...

Header gifs by @heckyeahharrisco

#Harrisco #harriscofest2018 #fic #fic prompts #leaf peeping #Cisco is a scientist #in that gif Cisco's brain definitely hit a confusion that needed solving ok #Cisco taking care of his future fam #my fic

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cheetahsprints · 6 years

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Prompt: it’s a setup @heckyeahharrisco

Words: 943

(very mild suggestive content)

When he (somewhat jokingly, mostly serious) told his daughter she couldn’t date until he was dead, he expected her to rebel. He even half-expected her to hire a hitman to kill him in his sleep.

Never in his wildest dreams did Harry expect this. Jesse’s beautiful, handsome, sweet, intelligent, charismatic, funny, witty boyfriend sits across from him. He’s too old for her, but Harry is too old to be crushing on him like a pathetic schoolgirl. He cracks a wise one at Harry’s expense (his ears are roaring too loud to process it), smiles, and winks at Harry.

He melts on the inside. His internal organs are now pudding.

His name is Cisco Ramon, and Harry first saw him working at the electronic store a few blocks down. Someone got a virus on Harry’s laptop (he refuses to admit anything). He expected to want to brain himself with the laptop and be done with it after dealing with idiots.

But Cisco knew what he was doing. With the computer.

Not to Harry.

He hopes.

Jesse must’ve seen him too. Her friend needed a new phone but wasn’t planning on buying one herself. Jesse decided to take matters into her own hands. Linda wouldn’t refuse a gift. Harry managed to tag along, saying that he wanted to ‘browse’.

He browsed alright. Whenever the ‘wares’ weren’t looking at him.

Jesse coughs pointedly.

“What was that?”

Cisco says, “I said you couldn’t find it if it was written on my ass.”

“Your… ass?” He doesn’t ask what it is. He doesn’t want either of them know that he hasn’t been paying attention.

“Yeah, my colleague thinks you look at my butt.”

Harry chose a bad time to take a nervous drink. He chokes and coughs hard. Jesse slips around the table to pat him on the back.

“I was just kidding, lighten up!” Cisco chuckles and shakes his head. Harry watches the way his curls bounce. “I told her she’s crazy.”

“Not that crazy,” Jesse mutters. Cisco doesn’t seem to hear that. Harry glares at her, and she merely smiles at him. She sits down and leans onto Cisco’s shoulder.

Envy sears hot in his gut. Jealous of his own daughter, because he’s lusting for her boyfriend. Shameful. He needs to take control. He squares his shoulders and prepares his best Scary Dad voice.

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” He should’ve brought his vintage rifle with him. And stroked it like he’s a supervillain with a cat in his lap. For good measure.

Cisco freezes. “Uh. It’s been like a week…”

“Are you familiar with the proper use of condoms?”

Jesse turns red. Probably more from anger than embarrassment. “Dad! I barely know him. You’ve spent more time with him because of your porn binging habits!”

“My - !” Harry jumps to his feet. Jesse leans back in her chair and crosses her arms.

“My laptop is getting hacked by a disgruntled ex-employee,” Harry finishes lamely.

Cisco chimes in, “You told me you were torrenting adult films to throw off the government agent watching you.”

“He initially told me that his laptop was clearly possessed by ghosts. When I tried arguing with him, he screeched ‘shun the nonbeliever, shunnn’ so loud that my ears popped.”

Harry is cornered, and he can’t deny that. However he says, “All are the truth.”

Cue twin deadpan looks from his daughter and her… stupidly cute beau.

“And for your information I keep my condoms stocked and up to date.”

Harry is thrown for a loop. “That’s… good.”

He could only describe Cisco’s following smile as flirtatious. That shouldn’t be happening with his daughter sitting right there. Harry finds himself leaning forward. Cisco leans too.

“You couldn’t afford to take care of a child on your salary.” Cisco jerks away and frowns. They both know that Jesse has a trust fund and is destined for greatness. Harry picks at his food, gaze not leaving Cisco’s eyes.

“You - from what Jesse said you sounded like the boogeyman. But you’re just a dick.” Cisco’s lopsided smile contradicts his statement.

“A handsome dick,” Harry responds.

Cisco doesn’t argue. He takes a hearty bite of his meal and smears sauce on his lips. It looks like an accident. But Harry thinks he has to be torturing him on purpose. Cisco licks his lips, but he misses the mess he left. Harry can’t look away.

Jesse’s phone rings, a sharp sound piercing the heavy silence. Cisco and Harry both jump, as though they’ve been caught doing something naughty. Jesse takes a moment to raise a knowing eyebrow at him.

“That’s Linda, it’s an emergency gotta go.” And there goes Jesse, quick as a hare out the door.

Cisco reaches for a napkin. At the same time, Harry practically leaps across the table and swipes the sauce off with his thumb. Cisco becomes absolutely still, his eyes widening. Harry marches over to the other side and slams his palm on the table. He’s impressed that Cisco doesn’t flinch.

“I don’t know what your game is, but my daughter will not be a pawn in -”

“I’m not dating Jesse,” Cisco yelps. He lowers his head, curls falling in front of his eyes. Harry brushes them back. His fingertips linger, his chest filling with something he can’t identify.

“Not?”

“She overheard me gushing about you to my coworker. Apparently, she thought we would get our shit together in a more casual setting,” Cisco explains. Harry sighs.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to pine over you, while you were off making out with my daughter somewhere.”

“What a relief,” Cisco murmurs. He kisses Harry’s cheek.

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