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You walked into the lab with a certain glow and made your way towards your office. The events of last night still seemed surreal and you couldn’t help to notice the emptiness of not wearing the ring that Harry had placed on it the night before. 

The rest of Team Flash knew that you and Harry had been seeing each other, but due to the fact that Harry Wells preferred keeping his private life, well private, they didn’t know many details. At first, it seemed a little strange to have to hide your happiest moments from your closest friends, but it didn’t take long to enjoy the fact that you and Harry had something special. You two had moments that were only shared with each other, and it made certain aspects feel even  more special. 

Which brought you where you were today, newly engaged to Harry Wells, the love your life, and you couldn’t help but think how ridiculously lucky you were to be in your shoes. A knock at the door grabbed your attention and speak of the devil, there he was.

“Good Morning,” Harry said with his raspy morning voice. Even though you spent the night with each other, you were happy to see him walking towards you. “I made you some coffee.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. 

Harry took a step back and reached into his pocket. “You forgot this.” Harry held your ring between his fingers and handed it towards you. 

“I know I did, I thought we decided to keep this between us for a little bit.” 

“I know we did,” Harry lovingly grabbed your hand and slid the ring back on your finger. “But this is where it belongs.”

“They’re going to know,” you blushed looking at your fiancee. Oh that word, fiancee. You were never going to get used to that.

“Let ‘em know, let the whole world know.” 

You walked out of your office, your left hand feeling heavier as you greeted the team.

“(Y/N), is that-” Iris smiled. 

“Yes it is.”

A/N: Y’all.. if you don’t like fluffy, keep scrolling. If you do, then read the shit out of this. 

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader

Summary: Reader is stressed about her upcoming wedding with Harry and hopes that everything goes on without a hitch. 

Word Count: 986

For the last week, you couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. The hairs on your body stood on end like the impending doom of a lightning strike. Something was wrong, yet you couldn't place it. You sat at the bar in your apartment looking through the binder that sat in front of you. Seating charts, RSVP confirmations, flower arrangements, somehow you'd managed to compile your entire wedding into a two inch binder. Here it was, right before you, yet something felt like it was missing. You startled when you felt two strong hands start to massage your shoulders.

“Stop worrying,” Harry whispered in your ear. He'd watched you flip through that same binder at least a thousand times.  

“Harry, that's like asking a bird not to fly,” you huffed as you welcomed the firm pressure beginning to unravel the stress caused knots in your shoulders.  The last wedding you went to didn't exactly go as planned, and you didn't have enough food to cover any meta-humans willing to crash the wedding.

“(Y/N), my beautiful bride to be, you have crossed every 'T' and dotted every single 'I' imaginable. This wedding is going to go just as planned.” Harry was certain that he wasn't giving you false hope. To be completely he never thought that he'd never find himself in this position again. When his first wife died, he swore that he'd never love another, let alone marry someone else. Yet here he was, standing behind the woman that unexpectedly stole his heart. Before he'd met you, he never would've cared about anything but his work, but now, he knew that he'd do everything in his power to ensure that you both would have the most wonderful day possible, no matter what. Even if that meant that he'd call in a few favors.

You turned around in your seat to face your bright-blue-eyed fiancee. “Harry, I just'-”

“I know what you're going to say,” Harry stopped you. “That is not going to happen.  What happened with Barry and Iris was unfortunate, but now we know how to prepare for such an occasion.” You opened your mouth to speak again but he stopped you. “(Y/N), everything is going to be fine, now, don't you have an errand to run?”You brilliant fiancee was right, today was the day you picked up your dress. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, and it was. You kissed Harry good-bye and thanked him for always knowing how to cheer you up. What would you do without him?

You walked out of the bridal holding the large garment bag that shielded the world from seeing the beautiful white dress you'd be wearing in a few weeks time. You held it up, careful not to let it touch the ground and made your way back towards your apartment. After only a few steps an alarm sounded from your phone. It was the alarm that all of Team Flash had that alerted you when trouble was unfolding. You looked at your dress and back at your phone. 'You've got to be kidding me,' you said to yourself. Without a doubt, the team came first, so made sure you had a good grip on your dress and raced to S.T.A.R. Labs.

You flew through the doors and down the hallway to make your way towards the cortex. You could hear the rest of the team conversing as you got closer. When you made it to the door way, you turned and what you saw legitimately made your jaw drop. The ceiling of the cortex was covered in white lights, there were flowers scattered throughout, but most importantly, you saw Harry dressed in his suit. You looked around wide-eyed and stunned that how he made this all possible.

“Harry, what is this?” You asked as you continued to take in the beautiful transformation of the usually dull cortex.

“This, (Y/N),” he said as he reached for you hand, “is our wedding.” He kissed your hand and looked up at you.

“Our wedding isn't for another 3 weeks, Harry.” You laughed as you looked to see the team dressed up just a beautifully as the decorations that surrounded you.

“I know you've been stressing lately about all the details of the wedding and the safety of everyone, so what better place to have a safe wedding than here?” You looked at Harry with misty eyes knowing in that moment you loved him more than you ever had before.

“Ahem,” Iris interrupted as she walked towards you. “I can't help but notice that you're slightly undressed for your own wedding.” She took the garment bag from you hands and began walking out of the cortex.

“Wait, so there's no meta-human emergency?” You laughed still trying to absorb everything in front of you.

“No, my darling, everything is perfectly fine. Everything except the fact that you aren't my wife yet.” Harry was always impatient and here it was peeking through even on his wedding day.

“Harrison Wells, you sneak.” You lent forward to kiss Harry and Cisco interrupted.

“Uh, girl, NO! That's not until after the  'I Do's', you've already seen each other before the wedding, we don't need to add any more bad juju.”

“He's right, go put that dress on,” Harry said as he nodded his head towards Caitlin and Iris, who were waiting to turn you into the most beautiful bride anyone had seen.

“Harrison Wells, I love you.” You said as you made your way out of the cortex.

“I love you more,” he returned.  “Now, go get ready.”

You laughed and skipped towards the girls waiting for you in the doorway. Any worry or stress you had before had melted away. You were about to get married. You were about to become Mrs. Harrison Wells.

A/N- Here's a quick little one shot/ long imagine that I whipped up. And of course, it's featuring Harry. Because I love him so god damn much. The end.

Pairing – Harry Wells x Reader

Summary – After flashpoint you gain the power to control people's emotions and it helps you get out of sticky situations.

Warnings – None

Ever since Barry reversed flashpoint, it seemed like everyone you knew was developing meta-human powers and you were one of the lucky ones. It was like someone flipped a switch and one day you could control people's emotions. It was both a blessing and a curse and when you and Harry had recently begun dating, you were terrified to know if his feelings for you were genuine, or if you were somehow manipulating his emotions unknowingly. After he repeatedly assured you that his feelings were genuine, you felt comfortable to begin dating him. Tonight, Harry had whisked you away to a candle lit dinner, but it was cut short when you were called to the cortex to help Barry with the latest meta-human that was causing madness throughout Central City.

“Well, well,” Barry said as he looked at you and Harry. “Why are you two so dressed up?” You both refused to tell the team this early about your budding relationship and when you looked at each other to search for an answer you put your hand up.

“Don't worry, I got this,” you said. You calmly looked at Barry and the curiosity left his face.

“On the other hand, I don't really care,” he shrugged his shoulders. These powers were really starting to come in handy as you laughed off Barry's response.

“Well, anyway,” Cisco interjected. “Before we get (Y/N) out there with Barry, I was worried she might feel a little left out, sooooooo..” he said as he picked up an outfit. “I give you, my lady, your very own super suit.”

You looked wide eyed at the form-fitting black number that Cisco had made for you. But what you noticed most of all was the slight lack of coverage in the chest area.

“Oh no, no no,” Harry said protectively from behind you. “She is not wearing that!”

“Oh come on, it's what all the super heroes are wearing these days!!” Cisco pleaded.

“She's helping save the city, Ramon, not going for her shift to dance on a pole, Cisco!” Harry yelled back as he grabbed he suit.  “(Y/N), come on, you can't wear this.” He said as he looked at you.

“Actually,” You said as you looked at the suit. “I kinda like it.”

“Yeah, Harry, you hear that? She kinda likes it!” Cisco said as he puffed his chest. Anything to get a one-up on Harry was greatly appreciated. “Why do you care so much anyway?”

Harry began huffing trying to cover the fact that he wasn't okay with random men seeing your breast on display. You could tell Harry was flailing like a fish out of water as he looked at you for help.

You just smiled and looked at him in the eyes. He knew exactly what you were about to do and he wasn't having any of it.

“(Y/N), don't you dare...” He warned. “Don't use your powers on me.” You just smiled back and saw the tension in his shoulders relax. It's not like you were giving him the meta-human power version of a valium, it was jut enough to take the edge off.  “Fine, the suit will look great, go ahead, go fight off your meta-human.” He said as he handed you the suit.

You made your way to a room to change in private, but on your way you stopped by Cisco. “Give Harry a break, he's just protective over the people he cares about.” You said with a  smile. “But when I get back, we're adding more fabric.” Cisco frowned back at you liking the suit just the way it was. “Don't make me use my powers, Ramon..” you warned.

“Yes, ma'am.” He pouted like a small child while Harry beamed from the other side of the room. Partially, because he got his way, but also because you were still manipulating his emotions slightly.

“(Y/N), enough with the powers!” Harry yelled.

Harry made his way through the door and froze when he saw you. The way your hair hung in front of your face while you looked down at your phone caused his to stand on end.

“(Y/N), I have someone I’d like you to meet,” Barry said as you looked up seeing an unfamiliar face. You’d never had the pleasure of meeting the first Harrison Wells, but you were certainly reluctant from the stories you’d been told. You made your way to him and put out your hand.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you said to the wide-eyed man in front of you. He grasped your hand firmly and shook it longer than you’d expected. You laughed as he hadn’t managed to change the almost shocked look on his face.  

You sat across from your mother clenching a fist under the table. Forcing a fake smile, you asked yourself how you’d ended up in this situation. After months of begging, you’d finally agreed to have dinner with your family and being a good friend, Harry had offered to go with you.

With everyone in attendance, your family had decided to begin the appropriate discussion of women dating older men.

“No offense to you, darling,” your aunt grinned. “I just didn’t expect you to bring home someone my age.”

“I don’t see why age should ever matter,“ you said defending your fabricated relationship. Of course, you and Harry weren’t together, but you truly didn’t see why your age difference would cause an issue. You rolled your eyes as your aunt continued to speak on the matter, and felt Harry place his hand on your knee. You immediately looked up at him to find him grinning at you.

“Deep breaths,” he whispered. He was all too familiar with how easy it was for you to lose your temper with your family.

“You know, Martha,” your mother began, “I don’t think age should matter as long as the love is truly there.” Your mom winked at you showing her support. “Harry, do you love my daughter?” She asked.

“Very much so.” He took a sip from his glass and nodded. You were impressed. He was playing the part well, and deep down you knew you’d owe him after this dinner was over.

“When did you know?” You aunt asked.

“The second I met her,” he smiled looking down at you. You blushed even though you knew he was making this up as he went along. “She was sitting at her desk, focused on her work, and her eyes were squinted and her nose was scrunched up. She’d forgotten her glasses, like she always does.” He laughed. His story caught your attention as you sensed the familiarity. “She’d heard stories about me, but she still shook my hand and gave me the benefit of the doubt. She was nothing but kind and I knew in that moment that we’d get along very well.”

“Let’s not bore them, Harry,” you said as you reached forward and took a sip of your wine.

“It’s not boring, (Y/N),” your mother said. “You know, I fell in love with your father at first sight.”

“And we were married six weeks after,” he added and you choked on your wine.

“Well, I don’t see marriage, Dad.” Harry wasn’t even your boyfriend, let alone your future husband. He was only your date to this dinner so you’d have a free pass for the next 6 months to avoid your family.

“I do,” Harry said catching your attention.

“You what?” You said giving Harry a stern look. He just smiled happy with himself. If he was going to play the part today, he was obviously going for the Oscar.

“I could easily spend the rest of my life with you,” he said smiling at you. You felt a light flutter in your stomach and immediately hoped that the meal you’d been eating wasn’t cooked properly. Food poisoning was the perfect way to leave early. The heat grew in your face. Were you blushing? There was no way. You didn’t feel that way about Harry. You both were friends, and somedays you couldn’t even tolerate him at that level.

“Perhaps, I misjudged your relationship, (Y/N),” you aunt said apologetically. “I’ve only seen the way he looks at you once before and they’re sitting at this table.” She looked over at your parents who were still smitten with each other even after almost 30 years of marriage.

You looked at Harry and smiled at him. In that very second, you realized that it could very easily be possible for you to evolve feelings for him, but it wasn’t a possibility. Little did your family know, he wasn’t even from this earth. You looked down the see that his hand had never left your leg. You placed your hand on his and he intertwined your fingers.

You’d been unbelievably stressed the last few weeks and staring down at the broken piece of technology in front of you was the final straw. You’d dropped your phone on your into S.T.A.R. Labs and the cracked screen refused to light up. It’s not like anybody texted you anyways. The only person’s name you’d ever want to see light up your phone went back to his earth.

“I’ve told you a hundred times, put a case on that thing,” you heard from behind you.

The hair stood on the back of your neck knowing damn well that the voice you heard couldn’t be real. You turned your chair around to see Harry standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. You stood up and made your way to him each step moving faster than the last. By time you made your way to him, you didn’t care if his coffee spilled. You wrapped your arms around and felt his reciprocate.

“Don’t you dare cry,” he whispered in your ear.

Harry would do everything he could to make you feel important, because you are. 

You’d most likely be the first person he’s been with both physically and emotionally since his wife passed.

Harry would be nervous, but he’d try to not let it show. 

Even though he puts on a brave face, you would feel his hands slightly tremble when he touches you.

His kisses would be slow and passionate, because he’d refuse to take any second for granted.

Both of your kisses would taste like wine, because he needed a small amount of liquid courage to take your relationship to this next level.

He would make sure that everything he did was okay, and he wasn’t afraid to ask you over and over.

He would be sure to kiss every inch of your body to make sure that no part of you goes unnoticed.

Sex is never just sex for Harry. Although his exterior is somewhat harsh and armored, he’s vulnerable. 

Sharing his emotions meant that he’d let down his walls and that was a rarity.

At first he’d be gentle, but as the passion progressed he would pick up the pace.

Never, under any circumstances, would he allow himself to finish before you.

Taking you by surprise, he’d be a cuddler.

He would hold you close, too afraid to lose another person that means so much to him.

You’d spend the rest of the night in bed talking to each other like you’d been together for a million years.

He’d ask you to stay the night, so he could wake up to you the next morning.

Your first night would be the most amazing night you’ve ever had.

You woke up to find yourself laying in a hospital bed in S.T.A.R. Labs. The same bed you’d been in for two days after being caught in the crossfire of a meta-human conflict. Despite, the heavy painkillers you’d been taking, you hadn’t slept well. Every time you closed your eyes you relived being thrown forcefully into a brick wall. You winced at the reminder.

You looked over to see Harry Wells sitting in the chair beside you reading most likely about technology. Feeling your eyes on him, he looked up through the top of his glasses and closed the magazine.

“Another nightmare?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Scoot over,” Harry said as he stood up from his chair.

“What?” You asked.

“Scoot,” he said as he waved his hand and made his way onto the bed. You lifted your head and placed it on his arm as he wrapped his other arm around you. “When Jesse was younger the only thing that made bad dreams go away was snugglies.”

You smiled at the thought of Harry’s six foot figure curled up in a twin sized princess bed. You nuzzled your head into his chest, immediately feeling at ease. You let your heavy eyelids close once again, knowing that you’d finally sleep peacefully thanks to Harry’s snugglies.