Hi kinda of new to the Snowells Fandom any good sad snowells stories with great plot twists?
Hello and welcome! It's always so great to see new people joining our small but mighty part of the fandom! 🤗
Now, the first thing to consider is what "flavor" you might be looking for in your Snowells: only Eobard/Caitlin or including any of the Wells doppelgangers and Caitlin or Frost or any of the other Earth variations and can Matt Letscher's Eobard end up sneaking in under that umbrella term as well, lol.
But then I realized I'm kinda drawing a blank on sad Snowells stories of any sort. 😬 I know I've read a few but my brain's doing the old dial-up modem noise screech when it comes to titles and/or authors. That said, let me summon in the troops, lol!
@snowellsweek is a good place to start where a lot of fics have been collected over all of the years. For my fellow Snowells fans, do you know of any fics that fit the bill? Please feel free to rec yourself or someone else! Let's share the love and a box of tissues!
@missoliverstark @helplessdreamersworld @thaddeusthawne @vampcoffeegyrl23 @latetotheparty-again @snowells1234 @tomskonna @stewolf7 @keep-it-i-resign @fandomdancer
If I missed somebody, apologies, my brain is not quite yet over being sick. 😬 That said, please consider it a tag from me if you see this whether you're a mutual or not and would like to add a rec to it! *boops your nose politely*
Of my own fics, I have only 2 of the, like, 150+ Flash fics I've done 😳😉 that are actually sad. Both have a major character death warning to them, which is why I have them tagged mature but there's no graphic content:
"Dark/Light" (Caitlin/Harry)
"Cold" (Eobard/Frost)
Those are pretty short. For something that has sad elements to it as well as a few plot twists:
"The Thousandth and the First" (Caitlin/Eobard) (NSFW, does have graphic content, but also available as a PG13 edit part 1 and PG13 edit part 2)
I hope that helps a bit! Again, welcome and thanks for writing! 😎👍
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Porque você é meu.
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WAgIO3k
by Eros2002
Snow se vê perdida em seus próprios demônios enquanto observa seu relacionamento se afundar em uma vala vazia, nem mesmo Jay com toda sua falsidade persuasão conseguirá afasta-la de Harry. Há uma faísca daquele amor perdido e confuso mas tudo se acende quando seus olhos encontram o caminho azulado de Wells.
Words: 8039, Chapters: 3/?, Language: Português brasileiro
Series: Part 1 of The flash
Fandoms: Snowells - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage
Categories: F/M
Characters: Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Kid Flash, Flash, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Killer Frost, Cecile Horton, Joe West, Jesse "Quick" Wells, Eobard Thawne, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Jay Garrick, Ralph Dibny
Relationships: Caitlin Snow/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Ronnie Raymond/Caitlin Snow, Barry Allen/Iris West, Cecile Horton/Joe West, Jesse "Quick" Wells/Wally West, Jay Garrick/Caitlin Snow
Additional Tags: Grumpy Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Tumblr: snowellsweek, Snowells Week 2017, Snowells Week 2022
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The Words Between Them (1/7)
For @snowellsweek, I’m doing one story with seven short chapters. It takes place vaguely in Season Three, but Harry never went back to Earth-2, and there’s only tie-in with S3 events when it suits the story.
Snowells Week Day 1
Prompt: Movie Night
Pairing: Earth-1 Caitlin Snow and Earth-2 Harrison Wells
Rating: Teen
Read on AO3.
“Movie night!” Cisco’s sing-song announcement is accompanied by his appearance in the room. He’s holding his customary bag of popcorn (air-popped, obviously, not microwaved), and he plops down unceremoniously next to Harry.
Harrison Wells turns from Cisco to look at the person sitting on his other side (ignoring, as always, just how easy she is to look at). Caitlin looks amused, her eyes shining before Harry even starts his complaints.
“Remind me again why I agreed to this?” he asks dryly, and Caitlin’s lips twitch.
She bumps his shoulder with hers before retreating back to her cushion, and he absolutely does not feel an unjustified thrill at the brief contact. “Because you and Cisco both insisted your Earth’s movies are the best, and you wanted an impartial judge.”
It’s true, though Harry can’t for the life of him figure out how it got this far. He had some vague idea of him and Cisco each choosing their favorite representation of their Earth’s movies and watching both, which would clearly be followed by Cisco’s admission of defeat, without even needing input from the lovely and brilliant Dr. Snow.
He really should’ve known better than to underestimate Cisco. The younger man put together a viewing schedule that spanned months, with a new movie from each Earth once a week, two in a night. After privately admitting defeat (and while still protesting aloud), Harry converted a spare room in Star Labs into one where they’d all be comfortable for the duration of the competition, with dark walls and a large television and a comfortable couch big enough for the three of them.
In the weeks since the viewings started, Caitlin, who seemed regularly amused by the whole thing, had shifted from necessary, impartial judge to infrequent tie-breaker; Harry and Cisco agreed on a shocking number of movies.
“I’m starting to think you don’t even need me here,” Caitlin continues, voice light as she teases him, already on the same wavelength, as she so often is.
“Of course we need you here, Snow.” His voice is far more sincere than he intended, and Caitlin’s expression shifts to something he can’t quite name but doesn’t think is bad.
“Yeah,” comes Cisco’s voice, breaking the moment and reminding him he isn’t alone in here with Caitlin, “otherwise we’d never have agreed on last week’s movies.” He waits long enough for Harry to turn to face him. “I still can’t believe you thought Unending Winter Sky was better than Gattaca.”
Before Harrison can again list the numerous and glaringly obvious ways in which Unending Winter Sky is far superior to a movie that focuses on whether or not society should agree to make people better (to which there is, clearly, never a right answer, except when there is), Cisco’s phone buzzes, and he holds up a hand to forestall Harry’s response.
“Sorry,” says Cisco, “I gotta go help Barry with something. Personal, not Team Flash. I’ll be back before my movie’s over, so we can still watch yours after this.” He stands and looks at Harry and Caitlin, wearing one of his more serious expressions. “Make sure you really pay attention while I’m gone. I don’t want you missing something and deciding yours is better because of it.”
“We’ll watch, Cisco,” Caitlin answers while Harrison stares. Cisco seems to accept this, leaving without any further warnings or admonishments.
Harry and Caitlin exchange a look once they’re alone. He suspects his own is dour, but Caitlin wears the same fond expression she uses for so many on their team. He sighs, relaxing into the comfortable couch, and they turn to the movie. After a few minutes, he snags Cisco’s abandoned bag of popcorn, tilting it so Caitlin can have as much as she wants.
“This is nice,” she says during a lull in the action. He hums his agreement, and she turns to face him properly. “Do you have anything like this back home? People to watch movies with?”
His mind goes blank for a moment as he tries to make sense of her words, and when they click, he pauses the movie to quiet the noise. “You mean on Earth-2,” he clarifies, voice low, before turning to look at her. She’s studying him, eyes reflecting the television’s light, expression serious.
Caitlin nods once. “That’s what I meant, yes. Do you have anybody there?” When he doesn’t respond right away, she continues. “Since Jesse decided to stay here, you don’t really talk about anybody on Earth-2. Things, movies, places, but never people. Never friends or family or home.”
This time, she lets the silence stretch out as he gathers his thoughts, just watches him patiently.
“I don’t really have that there, no,” he says finally. “I did at one time, but work, life… We grew apart. I poured myself into Star Labs.”
“Do you miss it?” Her voice is quiet, understanding even if he thinks she doesn’t get it, not yet. “Star Labs, I mean.”
“Sometimes,” he admits, “but it’s like you said; I miss the places, the things. I miss that it was bright and airy and alive. Star Labs on Earth-2, it didn’t…” He looks away, eyes fixing on the frozen image on the TV.
“It didn’t what, Harry?” Caitlin prompts gently.
“It didn’t have you,” he answers, looking back at her. The words settle between them, and Harry takes a breath before he tries again. “It didn’t have you,” he repeats, “or Cisco, or Barry, or Wally or Joe or Iris. I had Jesse, but I didn’t let her in like I should’ve, not at work, and work was too much of my life. I would’ve done anything for her - you know that - but I didn’t realize I was denying her a real family. Denying us both.”
Another breath, a moment in which he considers and discards the possibility of leaving it where it is, pressing play and pretending this never happened. It’s Caitlin Snow he’s talking to, and he needs to know she gets what he’s trying to say.
“Earth-2 isn’t home,” he says, “and the longer I’m here, the less certain I am that it ever really was.”
“This is home.” It falls short of a question, Caitlin’s voice careful but almost hopeful.
“This is home,” he echoes, firmly. Caitlin is serious for seconds longer before her lips turn upward, and she reaches out, covering his hand with hers and squeezing.
“I’m glad.” Caitlin’s smile grows, and Harry feels his attention pulled to her lips for a moment too long before he locks his eyes back onto hers.
“Me too, Snow. Me too.”
He can’t say how long they stay like that, but eventually, she lets go, and he feels only a second’s disappointment before she leans into his side. He stills, hardly breathing until she speaks.
“Don’t tell me I froze you,” she murmurs, and oh, the fact that she can joke about her powers like that is just proof of how far she’s come from those first, terrified experiences.
Harry exhales, letting his tension go with it, and settles an arm around her shoulders. She gets more comfortable against him, and he looks down at her. She’s facing the TV, ready to continue watching as if nothing’s changed between them.
And it hasn’t changed, not really. So his feelings on home are out in the open, and there’s this new almost-cuddling thing, which… He’s not exactly complaining.
Still, it feels the same, like they’re still themselves, just with a more open potential for…
He won’t think about it right now. It’s dangerous, with her so perfect against him, so close. It’s much too tempting to act.
So he doesn’t. He starts the movie again, and Caitlin is still against his side when Cisco returns a while later. The younger man takes note, shrugs like it’s nothing unexpected, then plops back down on the sofa.
“Did you leave any popcorn for me?” Cisco asks. “I thought you’d be further into the movie by now.”
Harry hands him back the remaining popcorn, and they bicker about who should make the second batch before the next movie, and Caitlin straightens just enough to chime in without breaking contact, and Harry feels annoyed, and comfortable, and loved, and exasperated.
He feels like he’s home.
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