#ciscowells

Harrisco hug.

Harry quoted Spirk.

Cisco saying he is “one of a kind”.

Harry saying “I love you too”.

...One more thing

Another Harrisco hug.

I’m running fast and loose with the prompt, but the basics are there. Total, total, total AU.

~700 words.

The instructor is far older and more...male than Cisco expects. This man must be in his fifties, white, and, well, kind of scrawny.

At first, Cisco can’t take him seriously. He had shown up for the class--without any prodding or persuasion, just FYI--and thought, “Hey, why is that guy talking to the instructor?” And then...the girl walked to her mat and the man introduced himself.

“Alright, everyone. Welcome to yoga. I’m Harry.” And he had smiled at each and every person, Cisco included, with a simple turn of his head. And he took them all through an intense hour of beginner’s yoga.

Cisco wanted to laugh at the guy. I mean, way too enthusiastic about everything. And his laugh? Who laughs like that?

It was just... It was weird, okay? And so Cisco went back.

And then he went back again. And now he’s back. Again. Again. Again. And then they’re supposed to be closing their eyes: breathe in, slowly breathe out, blah, blah, blah. But Cisco can’t keep his eyes closed for some reason. This guy, Harry, is... Well, Cisco can’t stop looking at him, okay? The guy’s...flexible. Especially for an old guy.

“Remember to keep your eyes closed, focus on your breathing, on what you want to achieve.” Cisco drags his eyes from Harry’s backside to find Harry’s gaze on him in the mirror.

fic aesthetics ; [ string theory ] → cisco ramon / eobard thawne     23,000 words, written by pepperprints

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison Wells Additional Tags: Co-Written, Past Abuse, Developing Relationship, BDSM, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Objectively, Cisco knows that the two people he's known named 'Harrison Wells' are completely different, apart from looks. Especially since one of them was, in fact, actually a homicidal speedster from a distant future that was only ever masquerading as 'Harrison Wells.' But sometimes the two get mixed up in his head, and the worst part is that he's not sure whether he actually wants Harry to respond like Harrison would have, or whether that would hit far too close to home.

Harrison expects that to be the end of it, really. Cisco Ramon is not in any way his responsibility, and he’d washed his hands of whatever the hell Cisco had been trying to pull.

He could still hear the surprise and dismay in Cisco’s voice, the accusing “You played me,” echoing when he tries to feel smug about tricking him into the nap.

The fact was, he had, but he’d been fresh out of alternatives at the time; desperate to make Cisco feel safe again and equally desperate not to compromise his own morals. It had made sense, except that Cisco had not wanted it, and what Cisco wanted was important.

What Cisco wanted was impossible.

Hey friends,

I don’t usually ask for prompts since I take forever to complete anything, but I am in the mood to write reversevibe and I am hoping for a few ideas. 

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison Wells Additional Tags: Co-Written, Past Abuse, Developing Relationship, BDSM, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Objectively, Cisco knows that the two people he's known named 'Harrison Wells' are completely different, apart from looks. Especially since one of them was, in fact, actually a homicidal speedster from a distant future that was only ever masquerading as 'Harrison Wells.' But sometimes the two get mixed up in his head, and the worst part is that he's not sure whether he actually wants Harry to respond like Harrison would have, or whether that would hit far too close to home.

Harrison freezes at the words, mind going in sixteen different directions; he thinks of things he’d like to do to Cisco, to wreck him, to break him down and put him back together again, but it’s just flashes, and anyway, if he had his way, not a one of them would be punishment.

To buy himself time, he crosses over to the sink at the back of the lab and turns on the tap, waiting for the water to get hot before he soaks one of the lint-free towels Cisco keeps handy with steaming water and brings it back.

Cisco’s face is a mess, and Harrison really ought to hand him the towel and tell him to clean himself up; he should, but he can’t. The words die between clenched teeth and he’s scowling at his own lack of will even as he curves his hand against Cisco’s jaw and tilts his face up, applying the towel to his tear-streaked face, letting the heat of it soak in and soothe what might well be one hell of a headache.