Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Chain of Events
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****Here’s a little fic to cheer us up in light of what’s unfolding in season 8. I’m still just watching the Eo clips so I’m just going to stick to my writing and nothing else because I simply do not know what to do with the current plot (?). I’m still on hiatus due to school, but this and a few completed drafts were just sitting around. I have one more chapter to finish for the Wells-Thawne family (that I’ve been procrastinating) but that section of four chapters will be released once i finish the forth chapter before getting started on the next chapter installment for the series.
Word Count: 2835
MASTERLIST
“Well, don’t you look nice in red,” you whispered into the empty room, materializing from the shadows in a fit of darkness. You couldn’t help but eye the Scarlet Speedster in the Cortex. Eobard’s breath hitched as he abruptly twisted his head to the sound of your voice. His tensed shoulders relaxed. You sent him a little wave with wiggling fingers. You were perched on top of a side table, one leg over the other and that cheshire-like grin plastered on your face. Both your hands were pressed on the table, propping yourself up as you had no support for your back. “All noble and dignified in that suit. A true hero,” you continued to tease him. "Isn't that right, Flash?"
It was Eobard’s turn to smirk, his heart warming in his chest significantly at the sight of you. He ran a hand through his slightly mused hair as the speedster approached you. You uncrossed your legs while the ‘hero’ loomed over you. “You shouldn’t be here,” the genius murmured teasingly, already wrapping his arms around you gingerly and slotting himself between your legs. You snuggled into his arms, pressing your face into his chest and breathing him in. You shut your eyes as you savored this moment with him. “The others will get ideas, Shadow Weaver.” Eobard’s grip tightened around you, placing sweet kisses on top of your head. He could get drunk off your company alone; the idea that you came this far with him, for him, out of love had the speedster thoroughly smitten. It’s not like Eobard would ever grow tired of you or the adoration he saw behind the fire in your eyes. One day, I’ll take you far away and we can live the life we’ve dreamed off, my little bird.
Even though you saw Eobard two days ago, the situation had been different, drastically different. This whole plan still gnawed at you; he had killed Barry Allen as a child in this temporary reality all the while taking up Barry’s place as The Flash… and as Iris West’s fiancé. All of this in order to siphon off speed from the Speed Force until the time point is corrected and when Barry would show up, he would be unmistakably heartbroken with dread. You knew it was a charade and you understood Eobard’s intentions as well as having faith in him. But seeing her by his side always felt like a sharp knife to your gut, twisting and twisting, even though Eobard had made it blatantly clear that he would never touch Iris the way he touches you. He would never choose her because he had you. You were always his endgame.
“Let them,” you muttered, shifting back to meet his eyes dead on. You laid your hands against his firm chest. “We won’t be in this reality for much longer anyway.” We’re almost done here. I can hold out for a little longer.
Eobard’s eyes ran over you, a glint of worry in them as his tongue clicked at your bandaged arms. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers moved to hold them in his gloveless hands. Instinctively, your body flinched away slightly from his touch. Eobard furrowed his brows as something dark stirred in his soul. His eyes caught sight of the bandages peaking the collar of your shirt and his jaw set. With one hand, the speedster brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, although I think you handled me a bit too roughly over in our last staged fight. I just have a mild headache and some pain here and there.”
“I’m sorry.” The speedster took your head and leaned down, gently kissing your injured limbs. Eobard noticed how your body tensed up under his touch. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of the wrapping. “I hadn’t calculated Iris breaching to the fight. I should have cut the comms before heading to the warehouse.” To his chagrin, Iris came to your ‘fight’ with the genius speedster and shot at you multiple times regardless of his warnings for her to stay back. Eobard couldn’t care less about her safety, but Iris was one of the keys to Reverse Flashpoint. You tried to not hurt the journalist with your powers, if only to get her to stop shooting at you to flee with your Shadow Step. The speedster let out a sigh before resting his forehead on your uninjured shoulder as another apology fell from his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
“Hey, look at me,” you cupped the villain’s face in your hands, confidence bolstered your words. “I’m ok, I am more than capable of protecting myself even if you’re around. Was the situation less than tasteful? Yes, but I’m still in one piece. I’m still here and we’re seeing this through to the end so we can get back to you beating the living hell out of Barry and me watching from the sidelines with some popcorn.”
You planted a sweet kiss to his lips, one he returned sensually. “Just a few more days and we’ll be in a permanent timeline,” Eobard mused as he dipped his head a little, his mind already re-evaluated every course of action with Team Flash. They wouldn’t turn on him, not with how easily he has them ensnared in his script for the final act. “Barry showed up at the little ceremony.”
“I know, I was watching from the upstairs balcony.”
“Nothing slips past you, does it?”
“Not when you’re involved, my love,” you giggled as Eobard nuzzled into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses on your skin. You hugged him closer as electricity from the computers in the Cortex continued to hum. “I’ll be keeping Barry preoccupied the next few days. Put on a little show, have him second guess everything and teeter towards the edge.” I wonder what he’ll see the more he uses the Negative Speed Force.
“Such a clever little bird,” Eobard remarked smugly, kissing your lips “Everything’s going just as planned, naturally. We took it all from him. All I need is for whatever speed is left of the Speed Force to sync with my body before converting to Negative Speed Force particles.” We’ll be evenly matched once more in a few days.
You couldn’t help but avert your gaze from your fiancé. Your mouth moved, articulating your thoughts. “...I’m still not happy about Iris being around you nearly 24/7.”
“I’m not exactly enthused about it either,” Eobard agreed, shaking his head to himself as your gaze locked back with his. There was always such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke to you. “Or the fact that you’ll be by Barry’s side when he chooses to attack. I want his world to shatter all around him just as he had done to me. Things aren’t what they seem in this… reversal of events, to him, but it’s everything that I’ve strung together with the pieces at my disposal. I want him to break before he realizes that Damian’s the key to changing the timeline permanently. Our game of chess is not over.”
You let out a little sigh, dancing your fingers over his shoulders before loosely locking your arms around his neck. Eobard kept his hands on your sides. “Just… promise me when we get back we’ll take some time away from here,” you commented, knowing that he can sense the exhaustion you were feeling from living in Reverse Flashpoint for so long with him in order for things to go his way.
“I was thinking about that earlier when I was sitting at the last meeting with the others. I know you’ve been wanting to tour the Maldives.”
“You remember that?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at his oddly specific suggestion.
“Yes, of course I remember,” the speedster responded softly.
“It’s just I talked about that when we were…” You trailed off, biting your lip and dropping your gaze. That was so long ago.
Your murder speedster husband cupped your face, bringing your eyes to meet his icy blue ones. Eobard knew exactly what you were thinking. “What?”
“I remember when the two of us were planning things out seven years ago. You’d take me back and… we’d have that small wedding and have our honeymoon traveling to multiple islands. We’d explore everything, it would just be us and the open sea.” The genius scientist remained silent as he heard the slight ache in your voice. Seven years had passed and the two of you hadn’t been any closer to doing the things the two of you had discussed. You continued, “I know to a speedster seven years isn’t much, but it seemed like a lifetime for me. I just really miss you…”
“I know.” I couldn’t be there with you for a majority of time. Trying to outrun being erased or being executed. We could have had it all if Allen had just saved his mother and allowed us to go to my time. All that time, wasted. Time… And for that, I swear on my life that I’ll make up for every second that passed us. “Come on,” Eobard reeled himself back before tugging one of your hands for you to jump off the table. Your body protested at the sudden movement, an ache running through your nervous system.
“Where are we going?”
“Out, we’re going to get some of your favorite sushi and snacks and stay up all night by the fire until the sun comes up.”
“Wait, what about your whole plan with Team Flash? And Iris?”
“That can all go to hell.”
“But Barry-”
“With Allen sulking around I have no more use for Team Flash and Iris at the moment,” the Wells doppelganger explained, his hand giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he looked down at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You saw the bits of longing and adoration behind those eyes as he looked at you solemnly. “I just want to spend some time with you before we run from this time point.”
***
“One hundred and thirty pieces of sushi at your service,” Eobard announced, striding into your bedroom with three large-sized party platters of various sushi stacked on top of one another. The speedster also bought you some gyoza, crab rangoons, and takoyaki. You couldn’t help the little gasp you made and the giddy smile on your face. You set your phone to the side and pressed out the spare, old towel from it’s creases. You were sitting cross-legged on your plush bed with multiple napkins positioned by the glass plates. Eobard could literally see sparkles in your eyes and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how cute you looked right now.
What can I say? I’m a simple girl, food makes me happy. Along with books and other things that I indulge greatly in. I am not ashamed to be honest. “You really know how to spoil a girl,” you felt your mouth watering as you opened up one container. You chopsticks were at the ready while your speedster genius got his plate and chopsticks. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries.”
Did she just use my line?
The dark-haired man could only cock an ironic eyebrow at you as you started digging in .The two of you ate in comfortable silence, you were on your phone while Eobard was flipping through for either Criminal Minds or the Discovery Channel. Setting his plate down on his lap, Eobard glanced at you due to the different audios that he heard. “Are you on that stupid clock app again?”
“What? It’s entertaining, plus it helps pass the time.”
“As in ‘pass the time when you’re not around’. Right?”
You rolled your eyes at his accusation while trying to mock your voice. “I’m neither confirming nor denying that statement.”
“You don’t have to, that wicked smile of yours says it all,” the genius nudged you with his shoulder to which you nudged back. You couldn’t help but drop the serious demeanor you adorned to grin cheerily at Eobard. The speedster helped clean up, putting the sushi in smaller containers to fit in the fridge while you tidied up the room. A thought crossed your mind as Eobard re-entered the room and shut the door. You were already under the cool covers, freshened up for bed in your pajamas as your index finger played with your pillow case. In a torrent of gold lightning, Eobard was all done and making his way out of the bathroom to climb into bed with you. The speedster had his arms around your waist, hugging you close as he nudged his head to rest on your chest. You carded your fingers through his silky hair and took in little breaths through your nose. The dark-haired genius shut his eyes as he listened intently to your heart beat. Cuddling like this always calmed his chaotically racing mind. He's running his hands over your back, sending a shiver down your spine. Eobard planted a kiss on your collarbone, causing you to giggle quietly before clearing your throat. The whispered words at the back of your mind tugged at your heartstrings.
“Eo?”
“Hm?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
The genius speedster pull away to look at you with curious eyes, he can sense the small flickering flame of worry in you. “When we go back to this new ‘corrected’ timeline, I don’t want Barry to separate us again.”
“They won’t,” the speedster murmured, the pads of Eo’s finger’s rubbed little circles on your back, “I’ll be damned if they take you away from me.”
You couldn’t help but respond with a small nod, but there was that nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. Something unsettled you as the engagement ring on your necklace felt heavier. Your eyes drifted to see that Eobard was wearing his engagement ring on a necklace around his neck too. Not the faux one he had given to Iris, no. Eobard had hand crafted your ring and his years ago, something you secretly wore under your tops and shirts through the years. “You sure this will work?”
“It will. It has to. I’ve... run out of fast options that doesn’t include a speed drug. Barry’s becoming more and more like his future self, but I can still see the same boy from seven years ago. Confused and hurt. His connection to his Speed Force has gotten stronger, I’m merely using that to my advantage in this temporary time point.”
“.... What if something goes wrong? Then what?”
“I’ll adapt, I always do.” I have to, I have to fulfill my destiny and I cannot do that without you.
“I don’t want you to die again, Eo,” you whispered, almost in a pleading tone, running your fingers through his dark hair.
“I won’t, they’d have to take my speed and you away to seal my fate. To take my life.” Eo shifted himself as you pressed your lips into a thin line. He cupped your face gingerly. “What? What’s that look for?”
“I’m thinking.”
“What’s that beautiful mind thinking of?”
Your thoughts were falling right out of your mouth, allowing for your insides to churn with the notions your mind was conjuring. “I’m wondering how would your body react if your speed was taken away. What kind of toll it would have if Barry somehow found a way to sever you from the Negative Speed Force permanently. Barry was weak six years ago when he gave his speed to Zolomon, but you... yours is different than his.
Eo sucked in a little breath, his mind reluctantly contemplating such an outcome. It was something he thought of from time to time, should Barry advance enough to commit to that path. Swallowing thickly, the villain responded, “I wouldn’t be able to move much. It would take my much much longer to heal compared to Barry. It... would be hard to breathe. My mind would still be intellectually fast due to being a natural genius, but...” I would be a hallow shell of a man. He trailed off, not wanting to finish or tempt the thought that that outcome would be what his life could resort to. Speedless and alone.
“You’re not allowed to die,” you gave him a hard kiss, emphasizing your words and cupping his face to look at you. “You hear me? You’re not allowed to leave me like last time. You’re not allowed to lose yourself, to lose your speed.”
“You’re not allowed to die either,” Eobard couldn’t help but smirk at the blossoming determination on your face, a cute little and unyielding frown. “You’re not allowed to leave my side. You’re not allowed to give up on us.”
Deep down something inside you still stirred, but with the way that Eobard looked at you. The adoration in his simple touches, it had you feeling a bit reassured. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my little songbird.”
