#reverse flash imagines

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.

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“Remember that one time, what was it.. after the particle acceleration blew up, when I rode you in your lab, while you were in the wheelchair.” You threw your head back in memory, “And then you just had to drag me to the time vault and fuck me against the wall. Couldn’t let me be in charge for once."

Eobard loudly groaned on his side of the cell, “Did you come here to torture me? As much as I wished it was, this isn’t a conjugal visit.”

“We can make it into one,” You winked, “I know you got your last meal already but maybe you can request a second one.”

He groaned again at the suggestion, “They won’t listen to me.”

“I’m sure they’ll make an exception, it will be, after all, a dying mans wish, one last time to eat out his darling wife.” You bite your lip teasingly.

“I don’t know if we have time for that,” Eobard nods his head to the timer that reads 00:12:23. 

“Let’s not think about that, love.” Your eyes fill up with tears as the mood dampens. You place your hand against the cool glass. Eobard walks up to the glass and places his hand over yours, longing to actually feel your hands.

“Please don’t cry, dear,” Eobard tries to console you.

“You know it’s hard to control my emotions, especially now.” 

“Don’t worry, once I get out of here, we can go out and live our lives. No more vengeance, no more fighting, just us.” Eobard promises to you, before jerking to one side as if sensing something. “Dear, be a dear and hide in one of those dark corners we love so much. Barry’s about to pay me a visit.” Eobard turned to look out the window as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. He turned to eye you still at your spot, you sighed at his actions before turning and leaning against one of the indented concrete walls.

“Happy?” You purse your lips. Eobard nodded with a small smile and turned back towards the window grasping his vest. A second later, Barry arrived, fuming.

"So she finally came clean, or did you figure it out all by yourself?” Eobard turned towards Barry with a smirk.

"One wasn’t enough? You had to try to take my daughter from me too?” Barry tried to stay calm until he lost it thinking about Nora’s betrayal, “my daughter?!”

"I knew you’d react like this. You’re always so emotional, which is why I had her keep all of this from you.” Eobard stayed calm but sent you a warning glance when you started to walk out of your corner. Barry noticed the glance and turned around to see you.

“(Y/N)” He breathed out, unsure of if he should be happy to see you or angry.

"You can’t blame Nora, Barr. She just wanted to spend some time with her dad.” You approached Barry with caution, "Don’t hold that against her.”

“You-You’re still with him after everything he’s done?” Barry looked at you as if you just spat at his feet. 

“Of course I am Barry! He’s my husband! I love him with all my heart, I will never abandon him.” You crossed your arms. Barry turned to look at Eobard with angry eyes, tears about to fall.

Eobards eyes widen understanding what Barry’s thinking, “(Y/N)! Watch out!” But it’s too late, Barry sped towards you and pinned you against the wall, blocking your air with his forearm. “Dammit, Barry! Don’t do this, your fight is with me, not (Y/N).” He slammed his arm against the glass, helpless to do anything.

“B-Barr, please.” You choke out, turning Barry’s attention back to you. Your eyes filled with tears as you grasp Barry’s arm. “Th-this isn’t you.” Your eyes closed tightly, tears flowing as you clench your teeth in pain.

“Please, Barry,” Eobard cried out slumping against the glass.

Your hand moves from Barry’s arm to rest on the bump on your stomach. “Please,” You beg, gasping loudly. Barry’s eyes widened at the movement and back away sharply. You fell to the ground, gasping to regain your breath.

Barry turned away from you, not able to look at your figure on the ground without feeling guilty, "You always thought you were so much smarter than us, Thawne. But you lost. And now you’re finally gonna get what you deserve.”

You turn your head to glare daggers into Barry’s head. “Get out,” You rasp, “Get the fuck out of here!”

Barry turned to you finally with sad eyes, “I’m sorry.” 

“Son of a bitch,” You mutter, rubbing your neck.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” Eobard looks at you worriedly.

“Yeah, we’re good.” You slump against the glass, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Nora sped in a few seconds later, sobbing.

“Aw baby,” You cooed at her and gathered her into your arms. 

When she calmed down she began talking, “All those years without my father and you guys gave me a second chance. And now I’ve lost him all over again.”

“I failed you, Little Runner,” Eobard spoke and you smiled at the nickname, running your fingers through the younger girls hair, trying to calm her down.

“I should’ve never lied to them about working with you.”

“Well, perhaps not.” 

You shot Eobard a harsh glare at his words as Nora sobbed out, “I screwed everything up.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t screw everything up.” You wipe away Nora’s tears, trying to console her.

“But I did! Now I can’t even help them catch Cicada because my dad will know if I run into the Speed Force.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eobard looked at you with a small smile at your motherly instincts, “He most certainly will.”

“Hey wait,” Nora spoke standing from the ground and your arms, “You’ve run into the Speed Force hundreds of times. And my father, other speedsters, they never felt you coming.” You and Eobard shared a look, “How did you do that? Thawne, tell me how you did it.”

“Nora,” You took her arm to turn her to you, but she shook you off.

“Tell me. Thawne!” 

“It’s not for you.” Eobard harshly spoke.

“I need to see my father. Please, if there is a way I can go back to see him undetected, you have to tell me how.” Nora begged.

“Eobard…” You sent him a warning look to not go into it.

Eobard thought about it for a moment before going into another spiel. Telling Nora about his Negative Speed Force. When Nora left to attempt at getting into the Negative Speed Force, you turned to your lover.

“I do not approve of this at all. I can get behind your plan of getting out of this prison and everything else, but not corrupting the kid who has wormed their way into our hearts. Look what it did to you!” You pace the cell now.

“Dear, she’s just like her father, I doubt it will work.”

“That doesn’t mean it won’t work. Her father just left her, she has enough negative feelings that it could work.” You let a tear slip but wiped it away when you heard Nora.

“Thawne, I said I’m ready.”

“I can’t watch this,” You walked to the other side of the cell and slid down the wall, listening to Eobard coach Nora. You let out a breath of relief when you heard it didn’t work. Nora sped back and started to question Eobard. You stood back up during that time and tried to calm Nora down again. When Iris entered the cell, you took a small step away from Nora, not wanting to be viewed as a threat again.

“Step away from him, please.” Iris took a short glance at Eobard before returning her gaze to her daughter.

“Mom, it’s okay. Eobard is helping me.” Nora tried to explain. “He has a way for me to get back home.”

“Nora, step away from him now,” Iris spoke more harshly.

“Nora,” Eobard brought Nora’s attention to himself. “Listen to your mother.” He gave her a small head cock and Iris narrowed her eyes at Eobard when Nora listened to him. You kept yourself out of the brewing fight, keeping your attention on your husband until the ground started rumbling and he shot you a scared look.

You took that as your cue to jump in, “Nora, sweetie, calm down.” You put your arm out to calm her down but she ignores you. 

“How can he stop loving me?!” Nora yells and pushes you out of her way. Your body slams against the glass and slumped to the ground, groaning in pain.

“(Y/N)!” Eobard yells at you. You wave him off, standing up with another groan, grasping your head. 

“I’m fine, baby’s fine.” You rubbed the back of your head. Eobard gave you a stern look, “Eo, we’re fine.”

Eobard looked to the side again, sensing something before looking back at you with a sad expression.

“She’s gone.”

“What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” Iris squared you up. “Gone where?”

“2019 I’d assume.”

“When Nora said you showed her a way back you meant your way.”

“Yes. And I made a mistake.” Eobard looked back at you, “She wanted to go home, I tried to help her. But listen, Iris, you have to find her. She needs her family.”

“And that family does not include you,” Iris spoke harshly to Eobard. “And sweetie?” Iris spat at you. “Who do you think you are, her mother?”

“Well, someone had to be,” You shrugged as Eobard looked at you with a pleading expression.

Iris turned on her heel to leave in before Eobard interrupted the silence. “Your family does include Barry. She needs you both united.” 

She spun around fast and walked up to the glass where Eo was, “I’m only going to say this once. You don’t get to comment on us. You stay the hell out of our business or you won’t even make it to the end of that timer.”

“I like your anger,” Eobard spoke, “But don’t let it drive Barry away. The only way for you to help Nora is by doing it as a family. Otherwise, you’re simply leaving Barry the exact same way he left Nora.”

You directed your attention to the door when some tall man ran through it. “Iris we got to bail. They found Officer Jackass.”

“Think about it,” Eobard spoke quietly to Iris as she backed up slowly.

“Iris, please.” The man begged before she turned and left the room.

Eobard and the man locked eyes for a second before he too turned and left.

“Well, that was…something.” You spoke up after the pair left.

“Yes, it sure was.” Eobard looked at you with soft eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay.”

“I’m sure, my love.” You longed to hold his face in your hands. “Now, we have just over five minutes before your ‘jailbreak’ and I plan on staying until the very end. What shall we do?”

“How about we talk about our future. And this special little bean.” Eobard motioned towards your stomach.

“Of course you would.” You snorted, sitting on the ground. “You’ve had a lot of time to think, what are your ideas for names? I was thinking Barry for a boy.”

Eobard groaned at your teasing, “We are not naming our child after my enemy.”

“So I guess that means Nora is off the table for a girl?” Eobard hid his face in his hands. “I’m kidding, love. What about Harrison?”

Eobard gave you a look, you brought your hands up, mocking defeat. “Fine, how about John? George? Paul?”

“Now you’re just listing the Beatles, dear.” Eobard gave you a soft smile.

“What? I’m a sucker for the Beatles. But seriously, John Thawne has a certain ring to it.” You return his smile.

“Fine, but I get to choose the girl name.” Eobard compromised.

“Good with me, my intuition tells me it’s gonna be a boy anyways.” You shrug.

“Well, mine says it's a girl. I always liked the name Sarah... What do you think, dear? Sarah Thawne?” You hummed in response.

“And their room will be a pale yellow, and I’ll sing them to sleep with the Beatles Penny Lane, just like my mother did.” You closed your eyes happily.  “They’re gonna be a speedster, just like their dad. And I’m gonna be so lucky to have you around to control their speed. Hopefully, they’ll be a little less homicidal”

Eobard laughed at the last comment, “I don’t know, dear. It may be hereditary.”

“Oh, God help me then.” You chuckled before getting serious. “Eo?”

“Hm?”

“What if your plan doesn’t work. What if you actually do die tonight?” You softly cry.

“Darling, you just have to have faith that it will. If I do die tonight, you will continue on. Maybe find a more sane partner to be the father to our little Sarah or John.”

“That won’t happen. No one could ever replace you.” You sob into your hands, “These damn hormones.” You wipe your tears with the sleeve of the sweater that belongs to Eobard. The two of you spend the last couple seconds in silence before Eobards guard walked in.

“15 years, Thawne.” He spoke harshly, “Tell me, how’s it feel to know you’re about to become extinct?”

“I guess time will tell.” Eobard rasped out.

“I’m gonna miss the hell out of you.” He chuckled darkly. “Especially our rehabilitation time. How about a taste of what’s to come?”

“Trevor, you know better than to do that in front of me. You don’t want a repeat of last time, now do you?” You narrow your eyes at the man.

“O-Oh, Mrs. Thawne. I didn’t know you were still here.” Trevor stuttered out.

“Where else would I be? It’s the last day my husband will live, of course, I’m going to be by his side the entire day.” You cross your arms and pursed your lips.

“It’s time.” Three other guards walk in, rolling in the device Eobard will be strapped in. A pair of guards go to release Eobard from his cell and immediately you’re fighting your way to him. Once you got there, you pulled the love of your life into a deeply passionate kiss. One to rival all kisses.

“I love you,” You murmur into his lips, “I love you so much. And no matter what happens, I will always love you, forever.” Eobard’s hands moved from cupping your face, down to press his hand against your stomach. He bends down to kiss your three-month baby bump and tears start to freely flow again.

“Don’t cry, dear.” Eobard wipes away your tears. “I love you and little Sarah so much.”

“John, but whatever.” You choke back a laugh.

“Okay, that’s enough, you’ve said your goodbyes.” Trevor pushed Eobard towards the device. You sob and tried to reach out towards your husband but the guards stopped you. They strapped in Eobard, his eyes never leaving yours. They unlatched his vest to show the dagger and you flinched back. Trevor did a crude speech, leaving Eobard with a parting gift of his old flash ring. Once everyone was in position, Trevor placed his hand on the lever. Eobard’s eyes flashed from yours down to his chest where the dagger flickered. He looked back up at you with a smirk, happy tears ran down your cheeks when you realized the plan worked. You hid behind one of the concrete indents, knowing Eobard had a flair for the dramatics. The device holding him hostage exploded and as the smoke cleared, Eobard emerged.

“Just in time.” All the guards raised their weapons as Eobard turned to them. “Gentlemen,” He spoke softly, “I hate to inform you, but you’re all dead.” He spun around the room, killing all the guards except Trevor, landing in a lax position.

“God, that was so hot, babe!” You bounded up to him and kissed him hard. His hands rested on your hips before he parted the kiss.

“Dear now’s not the time,” He whispered before turning menacingly towards Trevor. You watched as Trevor begged for his life but stood there unaffected. After Trevor got what he deserved, Eobard flicked his hand, stopping it from phasing, and ripped the necklace off his neck. You just about swooned at the motion and Eobard looked at you with a smirk as he placed the ring on his middle finger. You fan yourself mockingly with your hand when he punched out for his suit to emerge from his suit. It did but then it retracted and everything went backwards. Back to when Eobard first spoke. You suddenly find yourself outside instead of by your husbands' side and you scream out in frustration. Now you need to run around town to find out where the Allens have your husband. God, why can’t they make it easy on the non-speedsters. You spot them running around town, before stopping at the Plaza. You run over so you’re still partially hidden but just in range of hearing and for Eobard to see that you’re there. You watch as Team Flash chucks Eobard’s old time sphere at him and he goes down, hitting it at full speed. It takes all your strength to not yell out to your husband or help him up, as he looks at you, warning you not to engage. The team arrives through one of Cisco’s breeches. Your heart fills with pride as you look at Cisco and Caitlin, how strong they’ve become. Oh, how you missed the old days, back in 2014, but that’s not now and you need to move on. You flinch at every beating they give Eobard, every thud of his body against the hard ground. When he gets launched into the Plaza sign, that's when you relinquish your control. You sprint over to the group and watch as Nora pins Eobard. You watch her raise her hand, and from watching Eobard do it so many times, you know what she’s thinking of doing before anyone else.

“Nora no!” You shout, taking away everyone's attention.

“So close, Little Runner,” Eobard looked intensely at Nora, “It was never going to work anyway.” Nora gasped as her hands start to glow. She goes towards her parents and starts crying. You walk towards Eobard and help him up.

“A new timeline is setting in,” Eobard speaks.

“What?” Barry looks up from his daughter frantically.

“A new timeline that you created when you destroyed the dagger!” Eobard returned his gaze to Nora. “I’m sorry, Little Runner, for trading you in like this. But I had to be sure that I could go free.” You got knocked down once more, as Barry’s emotions got the best of him and he rushed towards Eobard, pinning him to the broken Plaza sign.

“You can still save her, Barry.” Eobard choked out, “There’s still time. You can still save her.”

“How?” Barry yelled, pressing Eobard harder.

“The Negative Speed Force.” You say, pushing yourself back up from the ground. You motion to Eobard that once again, you are okay, “She has to go there. It’s the only place immune to timeline changes.” Barry looks at Eobard to confirm, making you roll your eyes. It’s not like you helped Eobard create the damn thing.  

“She’s right, but you have to go now.” Eobard grunts. “You have to go, Barry! Or we lose her forever.”

Barry looks at Eobard confused, “That’s right. I’ve grown fond of her too. In many ways.” Eobard breaks eye contact with Barry briefly to look at you, "She’s shown us what it’s like to have a daughter.”

Barry pushed Eobard harder against the sign and Eobard grunts, “See you in our next crisis.” You scoff at that as if he’d leave you and your child to galavant with his enemy. He smirked at the group as Barry and Nora leaves. His eyes glow red and he runs off, scooping you off your feet.

Once the two of you are at a safe amount distance from the Team, Eobard carefully sets you down. You look up at your husband with the biggest smile on your face. “We did it, love.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Alright, which Earth are we going to now?” You question, “And are we sure this is safe for little Johnny.”

“Little Sarah, and yeah, it should be.” Eobard looked down at you fondly.

“How about you just run and see what Earth we land on?” You chew on your cheek. “Just don’t go to that horrible Nazi one, or a dead earth, pick a nice and easy Earth, similar to ours.” You pause, “And make sure the Beatles and Queen still exist in this Earth. I can possibly live without their music.”

“And you call me the dramatic one?” Eobard laughs and picks you back up. “So many criteria’s I have to meet, this might be harder than I thought.” He smirks down at you in his arms and captures your lips into a kiss. “I know the perfect world.”

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(One year later)

“I don’t care if Damien Darhk is going to be there, you promised me no fighting.” You sternly spoke. 

“But Darling,” Eobard whined.

“No buts. As my family used to say,” You leaned down to be face to face with your six-month-old son, speaking in a baby voice, “Butts are for sitting on.” John giggled, not understanding what you said.

“That’s no fair,” Eobard whines again, making you turn and look at your husband. Almost melting looking at him holding your six-month-old daughter at his hip.

“Life's not fair, love.” You retort, picking up toys that littered the floor and placed them in the toy chest. “I had to carry these buggers for nine months. Three of which you were in prison for, and had them kicking me with your damn speed legs at all hours of the night.”

“I’m sorry?” He responded.

“Yeah, you better be. Also, Sarah and John are too young for you to leave me alone for a whole crossover fight.” You pick up John from the floor and walked to the kitchen, Eobard following behind you with Sarah. You place John in his food chair and Eobard did the same for Sarah. He grabbed their bibs and put them on as you got the baby food of mashed carrots ready. Once everything was set for feeding your children, you turned to Eobard. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal so you’re not moping around the entire week. You can make one cameo. One!” You threatened with the baby spoon as Eobard bounced on his heels excited. “Make it count, lovie, cause that’s all you’re gonna get.”

“Deal, thank you so much,” Eobard kissed your forehead, “I don’t know what I did to deserve such an understanding and amazing wife and mother to my children.”

“You think you’re gonna go alone, that’s adorable.” You pat his cheek lovingly before spooning some food into John’s mouth. Eobard’s mouth drops in response and it takes everything to not spoon some of the baby food into his mouth. “What? I’m in the mood for some hell raising. Plus it’s time for the twin’s checkup. Caitlin wouldn’t mind, and Nora hasn’t met them yet so it’s like the perfect chance. Now feed little Sarah, I’m sure you’ll look menacing as ever with one of those baby backpacks on.”

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex.

In the guise of Dr. Wells, he lets his tenderness show through more than he might otherwise.

He tells himself it’s part of the act, but really it isn’t. That’s just the way he reasons with himself and excuses the smile of fondness that finds his way across his lips. He tries to not notice how easily he melts against your touch when you lay beside each other and you wrap an arm around him. He kisses you softly and holds keeps you close as he silently memorizes every freckle and subtle feature and traces across your skin with his fingertips

After his cover is blown, he takes a few step back from the easy intimacy you two held prior. Not because the feelings were not real, but he does it in an attempt to distance himself from the man he had pretended to be for nearly fifteen years. Even as he does try to distance himself, seeing your clear disappointment elicits painful tug in his chest and affects him more than he’d like to admit.

The line between who he is as Eobard Thawne and as Harrison Wells is blurred at best. His actions may appear uncaring and callous, but they’re really masking a thinly veiled desire to reclaim his already unsure sense of self as Eobard Thawne. However, this tends to slip away in a post-sex afterglow and his inhibitions are lowered enough that he shows a similar tenderness as he did as Harrison Wells. Of all the lies he had to tell, what developed between the two of you was not one of them.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light.

Big yes. Mostly similar to other versions of him, but Eowells in particular thrives on control even more so than other versions. (If that’s even possible)As carefully as he’s played his cards in the 15 years he’s been stuck in the past, he’s all too aware of how fragile his control over the events around him is.

Years of uncertainty about his future and all of the possible consequences of his interventions in the timeline that were completely out of his control made him recognize the value he placed on the things within his power.

This transfers into the sexual in both subtle actions to almost over-the-top obvious symbolism. In a way, this is where he can take a break from playing relativelynice as Dr. Wells.  He’s more inclined to be disciplinary than other versions of himself.

Prefers Master, Sir, and Daddy, and of course, Eobard/Eo after you find out his identity because hearing his own name after all those years at all is enough to get him horny, lets be real.

C=Cum –

Inside, anywhere. Especially down your throat. He loves to keep his hand on the back of your head, threaded through your hair, ordering you to look at him as you swallow.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch?

Very dominant. Even more so than other versions of himself. Somehow.

Like other versions, he could occasionally like a switch-up, but it would have to be in very specific circumstances. He’s had more practice in patience by this time than he would have preferred, but to him, the line between sexy, endearing, or fun, and tediously irritating him is very slim. This stemmed partially from his past of playing Harrison Wells when he relied on networking and fundraising events for the particle accelerator. Too many beautiful people trying to make passes at the famous scientist through botched attempts at seduction. (Some so painfully forward that he nearly laughed at the audacity) He found it almost amusing at first, but it quickly became just irritating.

With an established relationship, he might humor you and enjoy you playing taking charge for a time. However, youwon’t be expecting any switch-ups as far as dominance to last too long.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.).

He’s very cautious but kinky.

Manipulative with more of a sadistic streak. Less tolerance for disobedience, more of a sadistic streak. (less pain, more seeing how much discomfort you would put up with for him) He’s more likely to meld well with someone with slight masochistic tendencies, but he isn’t going to push far enough to cause significant harm. And he veryeagerly rewards you for it.  He particularly levels up his aftercare in these contexts.

Like other versions of him, if you ask him to choke you, he’ll oblige with a frankly unsettling eagerness, but will never have you doubting for your own safety. He likes seeing you squirm and beg for him, but he’d never hurt his precious kitten.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy).

Absolutely has a Professor kink and student/teacher fantasy

Has definitely imagined handcuffing you to his wheelchair, bending you over, and fucking you while he whispers to you all of the filthy things he wanted to say and do with you as Dr. Wells, but couldn’t because of the role he had to play.

He’s always wanted to see how you’d look in a collar. Not even purely for the sexual. Sometimes when he sips a scotch on the couch at the end of the day, he imagines you cozy and comfortable in his presence, curled up with your head in his lap, your lead in his hand.

He loves the idea of something tangible that ties you to him as much as he feels his emotions have tied him to you. He wants the affirmation that you’re his, and that you want to be with him.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex.

Not too keen on being caught before his secret is blown, but it’s very unlikely with his speed.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated

He’ll melt under any kiss to his neck or collarbone. The softer it is, the more likely you might get an involuntary shiver from him. Running your hands through his hair and tracing your fingertips across the back of his neck will elicit a similar effect.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex.

He has layers.

Deep down, Eobard is a romantic at heart, trying to pretend to be more of an ass than he is when he cares about someone. As Eowells, he prefers, quiet, subtle romance tactics. He’s very observant about your favorite things, so much so that it often surprises you how he knew (even if he won’t mention just how he knew)

Very capable of wooing you when he puts his mind to it, and can be a thoughtful romantic.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex

Under it all, he still has a flare and appreciation for the dramatic. He loves careful, drawn-out teasing. He’s very purposeful when it comes to seduction, and when he’s wanting to draw the process out, he’ll only touch you once you’re quite nearly, or literally, begging him to.

K=Kinks –

Previously mentioned kinks, included, like restraints, light choking, pretty much most power dynamics,

Again, call him Daddy, Professor, Master, Sir, take your pick because either way you’re going to be sore later.

Has a discipline kink, but may not express it.

Bit of a worship kink, likely stemming from a bit of a god complex

Restraints in any way (handcuffs, ropes, some gags, collars, chains, this boy is kink)

Absolutely has a teacher kink

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc.

Preferably quitter places, but also anywhere.

He’s into fucking in a lot of questionable locations, with the possibility of being caught. (but without the real possibility, given his speed.)

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to.

Reluctant, but nearly out of necessity, if he for whatever reason can’t tune out his sexual drive.

Fantasizes you in various scenarios, maybe watches. He’ll become so engulfed in his fantasy that he barely registers his hand wrapping around his shaft. It doesn’t help that his mind drifts to you more often than he’d like. Especially on the nights team Flash takes off and all he has left to do is wait until Barry gets faster, and he’s done all of his strategic planning already.

After he’s discovered, he can zoom over to you with little issue, but I wouldn’t put it past him to turn a mysterious call to your phone late at night into him making you equally conflicted about knowing who he was and how low and seductive his voice sounded through the phone now as Eobard Thawne.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do.

Not into anything involving urethral play or any other cock bondage devices

Not into super hardcore humiliation for himself or his s/o (with the exception of the Flash)

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly).

Seeing you wearing anything he’s given you, clothes, jewelry, hissweater, even occasionally the STAR laboratories attire left around for emergency. That was histoo, after all.

Teasing or pushing his boundaries while out and about (cheeky comments, verbal jabs, witty remarks in general)

Begging—literally you can extort the hell out of this and he even knows it. He gets a sort of high from listening to you beg, but on the flip side of this, if you beg for something he gets just as much satisfaction out of giving it to you as hearing it. He’d give you anything, literally anything.

Subtle habits you have that he picks up on when you’re completely oblivious to his watchful gaze. (running hands through your hair, biting your lips, smiling softly at something you read, ect.) Usually, not overtly sexual in nature, but once you notice and meet his eye, something switches in him and he feels the sudden need to pull you close into a heated kiss.

Ego, complement him and he’ll be horny without a doubt.

P=Position -  Their favorite position to have sex in.

He loves having you bent over something, or on all-fours as he takes you from behind. He loves the power it gives him and how easy it is to yank your head back by the hair and drape his body over yours, whispering filthy words into the skin of your neck. Also, it wasn’t something he could have done while pretending he was in a wheelchair

However, he equally loves being face to face, pinned to the mattress beneath him, making you meet his eyes as you writhe, begging and breathless in pleasure. He loves the closeness and intimacy it allows, while also allowing for the versatility to be as rough or gentle as he chooses. He loves watching his partner’s face intently

                                                                                                       Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc.

He is obviously very good at quickies, but he likes to really take his time with you if time and situation allows for it.

Yet, he seems to always be ready to fuck in the more time sensitive scenarios. He’s equally content zooming you behind the nearest corner and fucking you hard against the wall, his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as he whispers sweet filth into your ear.

He gently reminds you that ‘you wouldn’t want to be overheard now, would you?

And he whispers praise of how ‘you’re being so good for him,’ as you try to stay quiet, pulling your legs wrapped around him to pull him closer.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed.

He generally loves being rough, but he can have his moments of both. He’ll certainly cater to whatever your preference generally is, but as a baseline of measurement, his gentle may still be a bit rougher than what would count as normal.

He wouldn’t be rougher without your consent, but with that he’d love to do whatever kink that would fulfil something for you, especially if it puts him in a position of control.

He’ll spank you, pull your hair, scratch, leave marks, bite, press you into the mattress beneath him, wrap his hand around your throat, and generally play rough, but he’s very observant to your reactions and controlled with anything that might be more dangerous.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out.

Too long.

Even when he’s pent-up and comes too quickly, he hardly has a long enough refractory period for you to even fully register him being hard again. He’s up for as many rounds as you are.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc.

Not super necessary, considering he’s practically a human vibrator.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc.

Asshole supreme. Don’t expect sex without at least some begging first. He’s patient, and loves soaking in whatever desperation he can elicit. He wants you to want him as badly as he does you.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc.

Quiet grunts, moans into your ears and skin, just soft enough to hear, filthy whispers about whatever you two are doing/ what he’d like to do. He’s eager to share a little glimpse into his filthy mind. Sometimes he comes with a louder moan, but more often if you two had a long night of foreplay.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice.

Conflicted--- When he stole Harrison Well’s body, he also absorbed his thoughts, memories, and the lingering echo of the original Well’s emotions. Eobard has always had a strong sense of self, and his original personality remained dominant for the most part. Yet, in moments he can feel an added pull of sentiment and internal conflict that he was sure stemmed from what was left of the other man. The emotion he absorbed from Wells never fully interfered with his plans, but it did influence the relationships he’s built with his team at STAR labs, and with you.

As big as his ego is, deep down, it’s a relief to him when you lean closer into his touch. He holds you close and absorbs every bit of affection you offer to him. As Eowells, he’s marginally less needy than other versions of himself, but he feels affection towards you with even more intensity, and is very protective. He genuinely wants you to succeed in whatever your drives or passions are, but he has the less savory tendency to make relationship and friendship calls foryou from a distance. This could range from subtle sabotage to quietly removingpeople who may mean you harm, or people flirting or attempting to date you.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off.

Definitely larger than average and well endowed. Not as large his original body’s, but thicker. Neatly groomed with a dusking hair on his chest and a lightly trimmed happy trail of darker hair.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex.

He generally isn’t someone who feels sexual urges too often without a focus of interest. And he can usually shut out any sexual urges if he needs to accomplish a task.

But also his patterns of urges tend to change if he has a focal point of interest. Ordinarily, he didn’t waste much time with it, but with having you so close, quite often.

Z=ZZZ –

“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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