#heckyeahharrisco

This is my contribution to @heckyeahharrisco ‘s Harrisco New Year’s Kisses: An Anthology. I hope y’all enjoy it. I’ll posty it up on Ao3, too. Squeeee! -QuietDarkness

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There was a sound.

It sounded like a rodent, or a dog toy. High pitched and quick and echoing around the speed lab every half minute or so. It was irritating as hell and had Harry's jaw clenching every damn time because with everyone off doing this Earth’s version of celebrating the New Year, he had things to do like calibrating the sensors, and he couldn't concentrate with that damn incessant sound bouncing off-

There it was again.

Only this time, a strangled and clearly frustrated yell followed it as Cisco pushed his way out from under the console he'd been fixing and stood up, one hand in a fist around the screwdriver he'd been using, the other rubbing at his sternum as... again with the sound.

Except this time, Harry knew what was doing it. Or more like who.

"Did you just... squeak?" He asked, reaching up and pulling his glasses off with a raised brow. Cisco dropped his hand, turning a remarkably stone-cold glare at Harry.

"I did not squeak, Harry. I have the hiccups."

Squeak.

“Son of a breach!” Cisco swore, moving quickly to the tool box and nearly slamming the screwdriver back into. Squeak. Harry chuckled. Which drew Cisco’s instant glare, hands moving to his hips as he stood there red-faced and agitated. “It’s not funny, Harry. I can’t w-hic…” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes a moment. “Can’t. Work. Like. This.” He enunciated each word before reopening them.

“What are you even do-“ Squeakus interruptus. “Doing here anyway?” He pushed up from his stool, rounding the console he’d been sitting at, stopping before the shorter man who was quietly –squeak- or not so quietly seething. “Shouldn’t you be off with everyone else, ringing in the New Year?” He motioned to the clock on the far side of the wall. 

Five minutes to midnight. 

Harry wasn’t much for celebrating. They’d already done the Christmas parties, and he’d been dragged to those against his will. Well, for the most part. He couldn’t quite say no to Cisco when he was wearing one of his severely bright, overly cheery and decidedly ugly Christmas sweaters. He could, however, avoid New Year celebrations much easier. Because he didn’t do clubs. He didn’t really drink, unless it was to relax. And the sort of partying that went with these things didn’t exactly appeal to a man like him.

The fact Cisco stuck around this year was confusing, yes. It wasn’t that Harry didn’t enjoy the company. Honestly, Cisco’s company was favorable, to nearly everyone else in existence. And that was maybe an understatement. But he could have been doing so many better things with his time than sitting in a lab with Harry.

The squeaky toy of a human being crossed his arms over his chest with an exaggerated sigh.

“I hic didn’t feel like it hic this yearhic, frackenhell!” He stomped his foot. Literally. Like a toddler having a temper tantrum. “Harry, I will literhically pay you to makehic them stop.” He whined. Harry raised both brows, a wry smile spreading on his lips that Cisco only frowned at.

“Mm, I don’t know, I think you’re rather cute when you’re squeaky.” He reached up and booped Cisco on the nose. Instantly, the shorter man’s eyes widened and he dropped his arms and his jaw at the same time.

“You did nothic just do that.” He flatly chastised. “Seriously?!” He lifted a hand and rubbed his nose. “And I amhic not cute. I’m hic a manly man. Men aren’t-“ It wasn’t a hiccup that stopped Cisco’s words, but some sort of realization that came over his features, filled his eyes, made his body still in between two more hiccups. “You think I’m cutehic?” He suddenly demanded, face growing very serious as he took a quick step toward Harry, who just as quickly felt like the conversation had taken a very distinct turn in a completely different direction. Harry raised his brows, watching the way Cisco’s deliciously dark eyes danced back and forth between his own.

Truthfully, he found Cisco Ramon to be every definition of attractive he could think of. Intellectually, emotionally, physically. Cute was hardly the correct descriptor for the man as a whole. But it fit for certain things. Like when Cisco would stick the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he was concentrating, or when he would bop in place to music playing through his earbuds, or when he got frustrated enough that the bridge of his nose scrunched, or when he was having hiccups that sounded like a squirrel high on caffeine.

But should he really be telling Cisco any of that? None of it was a revelation. Harry had known for months that he was hopelessly in love with Cisco Ramon. But what would the man think if he knew Harry had been quietly pining for him? What if Harry spilled every last bean there was to spill and Cisco didn’t reciprocate?

“I think…” Harry hesitated, not sure what any admittance would do to their current dynamic. But with Cisco standing this close, smelling like coconut shampoo, looking at him like the answer to the universe rested between his lips, Harry wasn’t exactly thinking logically. “I think you’re adorable,” He said softly, reaching up with one hand and gently taking a lock of Cisco’s hair in between two fingers, “And infuriating. And innately attractive. And quite possibly the definition of joy.” Damn, he sounded poetic. Even to himself. Which was saying something. But Cisco wasn’t protesting or pulling back as Harry slipped that lock of hair behind Cisco’s ear. “And yes… I think you’re cute.” He dropped his hand. “Among so many other things.”

It wasn’t a squeak that interrupted, but a really loud rendition of ‘Celebration’ by Kool and the Gang piping through the tiny speaker on Cisco’s cell phone from the table across the room, making them both momentarily stiffen.

“It’s midnight.” Cisco said, followed by another squeak. But Cisco hadn’t taken his eyes off Harry. And somehow, he’d managed to get even closer. Harry blinked at him.

“Obviously.” He retorted, about to step back, because his brain suddenly felt muddled and dumb thanks to Cisco’s proximity. But it was quickly clear that Cisco wasn’t about to let him get away. With one more loud squeak, he reached up with both hands and grabbed Harry by the head, rising up and pressing their torsos together before pressing his incredibly soft, plush lips against Harry’s own.

For a so called genius, Harry had no logical idea what to do at first. 

He froze, so stunned that his brain malfunctioned entirely. It was a good thing his body instinctively knew what to do, because a breath later he was molding both hands around Cisco’s warm waist, and his eyes were closing, and his lips were moving in time with Cisco’s. He felt his chest flush with warmth, felt Cisco’s fingers curl into his already messy hair as their lips parted and Cisco’s tongue darted out, meeting Harry’s eagerly. 

He tasted like hot chocolate, and Harry found himself sighing as the kiss took on a distinct life of its own. He didn’t count how long it went on for. His mind was blissfully blank except for the sensations that Cisco’s form and mouth and hands seemed to be drawing out of him. And neither one of them seemed to notice when Cisco’s phone went quiet on its own.

At some point, they remembered that they needed oxygen and pulled apart. Or they pulled their mouths apart. Their foreheads stayed plastered together, chests heaving, hands holding onto one another for dear life as the sounds of their heavy breaths filled the void in between.

“Happy New Year?” Cisco made it a question, delightfully swollen lips turning into a goofy grin that had Harry chuckling instantly before he kissed Cisco again. Once, twice. Chaste but tender. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Cisco swatted at him lightly, the two men pulling apart just enough to see one another better. Harry gave him a knowing look.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Touche.” Cisco nodded. “Honestly, though?” One of Cisco’s hands moved to Harry’s bicep, the other moving to Harry’s mouth, warm fingertips tracing his lips like Cisco was fascinated by them, staring at what he was doing with every touch. “I always kinda thought… maybe you felt the same as I do. The way you touch me sometimes or I’d catch you staring. And damn, man…” He smiled sweetly. Definitely sweetly. “You’re pretty much my favorite person. I didn’t want to lose you if I was wrong. So I kept my mouth shut and…. Holy crap.” He said the last words quickly, brows rising as he stilled in Harry’s hold. “I just realized my hiccups are gone.” Harry chuckled instantly. “You kissed the hiccups out of me.” He grinned, wide and almost lazy. “Did we just invent a cure for hiccups?”

“If we did, it’s not a revelation I think I would ever share with anyone else.” Harry responded, moving his arms more around Cisco, the shorter man relaxing into him like he belonged there. Perfect fit.

“Secret cure. Got it.” Cisco responded, then craned his neck just enough to capture Harry’s mouth for a second time. This time, the kiss was far less rushed. Definitely more languid, just as delicious.

“Happy New Year, Ramon.” Harry whispered along his mouth. They had a pretty hard time separating after that. In fact, they kissed till kissing turned into something far more productive, like rolling around naked in Harry’s bed. If they’d stopped long enough, they might have had the wherewithal to see that this was all happening absurdly fast. But if either of them were being completely honest, it was something a long time in the making.

“You should get the hiccups more often.” Harry mumbled from where he lay on his back, eyes closed, feeling sated and more comfortable than he could ever remember feeling. Cisco chuckled easily, his head barely shifting from where he’d settled right up against Harry, skin to skin.

“You just want to hear me squeak again.”

“You’re cute when you squeak.”

“If you tell anyone about that, I swear I’ll never kiss you again.” Cisco warned, curling his arm completely around Harry’s ribs. He smiled.

“That would be a shame. How else would you cure your hiccups?” Harry countered. Cisco lifted his head, messy hair falling around his shoulders, dark eyes squinting ruefully at Harry who just kept smiling adoringly at him.

“Fine. But I’m telling everyone I seduced you with my awesomeness.”

“Cuteness, actually.” Harry watched Cisco begin to protest, but didn’t give him the chance. He sealed their mouths together, content and wondering… what if there was a way to cause hiccups? After all, they knew exactly how to cure them now.

Research would have to be done.

For the sake of science.

Yeah.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, blanket burrito, Cuddling & Snuggling, Established Relationship, Sickfic, Moving In Together, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Cisco's parents don't approve Series: Part 1 of Harrisco Fest 2021 Summary:

Cisco likes to wrap himself up in blankets, much to Harry's amusement.

(Or five times Cisco turned himself into a blanket burrito and one time it was Harry.)

The “Not A Kiss” Kiss. The Flash. Harrisco. Spoilers for 4x09. Ficlet.

It’s New Year’s Eve. Early afternoon. Harry’s mood has already reached knifing someone very gently for talking to him. Wisely, he tucks himself away with a bottle of scotch on the sidelines, boots up on the terminal, and lets the day pass.

Caitlin spends the afternoon bent over something in her clinical space while Ralph flirts at her without particularly needing a response. Barry is tucked away in a prison bed, enthusiastically demonstrating his faith in them. Iris has her head in a book across the city, trying to add legal expertise to her expansive resume while every day adds another crack to her shiny perfect love.

Cisco wanders past, pulling Harry’s attention easily from the blurry computer screen. Harry’s body lights up like the bulbs on a Christmas Tree. Blink, blink, blink. Cisco doesn’t seem to notice the glare. Harry lets his head roll back against the chair as he follows Cisco with his eyes. Sometimes, Harry just wants to---Harry takes a swig and holds it behind his teeth, hissing.

heyyy @aquaexplicit and i have created a harrisco group chat 💌 on twitter!  it’s for harry/cisco shippers who are 18 AND OLDER ONLY.  we’d like a place where we can talk about our boys and still feel comfortable about it if the conversation turns adult.  neither of us want to participate in these types of conversations with minors

if you’re interested, let either aqua or me know via ask OFF ANON, and we’ll look into adding you! REQUIRED INFO:  twitter handle (obviously) and age

and don’t worry, we won’t be posting your info publicly!

i’m also working on setting up a google spreadsheet so everyone can put their @, preferred name, pronouns, etc.  no idea where i’ll put said spreadsheet when i’m done with it, but we’ll figure something out :) ask kātra eri (me) ask aqua

you can also @ me on twitter @starryvibe.  my dms are open as well if you’d like to join the chat but aren’t sure how twitter works, feel free to ask me!  i’ve been using that site since april of 2007, so i know a few things lol

Cisco bounces on the mattress. It’s so comfy that it’s unbelievable. He may be a little bit in love. “We’re taking this mattress with us. Help me figure out how to smuggle it out to the car.”

Harry pauses in unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers going still. “No, Ramon.”

“Think of it as an anniversary present. I could try to vibe it out of the hotel, but it’s kinda big and awkward.”

“If you want a present, this might be a little more appropriate.” Harry drops something into Cisco’s palm and closes his fingers around whatever it is. Cisco looks down at his closed hand and then back up at Harry. Harry refuses to meet his eyes. He opens his hand.

“These are rings.” They’re white metal. Light, not heavy, which means titanium. They’re plain, simple, just rounded edges with a brushed, not polished, finish. And there are two of them. “Are these…?”

“Only if you want them to be.” Harry looks away and scratches at his neck. “I mean, they can be what you want them to be. They don’t have to be--”

“Give me your hand.” When Harry hesitates, Cisco makes a grabby motion with his fingers. “C’mon, your hand.”

Cisco barely breathes as he slides one of the rings onto Harry’s finger. This is not what he had been expecting when Harry had sprung dinner and a night in a nice hotel on him. He’d figured they’d have a little too much to drink, have some fun trying to ruin the sheets and order room service for breakfast. A very enjoyable celebration of a year of dating. This is so much bigger.

Harry takes the other ring from Cisco’s palm. He kneels down next to where Cisco sits on the bed. As he slips the ring on to Cisco’s hand, he can hear Harry murmur, “With this ring…”

Cisco’s lips are on his before Harry has a chance to finish.

Before writing my Harrisco Pacific Rim AU, I wanted an illustration to help visualize the piece for me, one that would capture the first scene I dreamed up for this fic as well as the emotion behind the entire AU. I commissioned the extraordinary @sadfishkid​ for this piece and am happy beyond words with how it turned out.

After completing a degree in mechanical engineering, Cisco is recruited to the Jaeger program as a pilot, his unique skills with mecha and combat making him an ideal candidate. Despite this, he doesn’t seem to Drift with any other recruits.

Dr. Harry Wells is a bitter Jaeger veteran who has retired to the K-Science Lab after losing his Drift partner. When the Breach spits out Kaiju larger than ever seen before, he is pulled back into the program and told to find a new partner immediately.