#cisco ramon one shot

[just-my-fandom]

Call It (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Summary; After Barry speeds to the future to see his sister getting killed by Savitar, team flash has to find a way to prevent this from happening. Cisco grows protective over the reader, deciding to call it quits when enemies come and go too quick for him to count.

Warnings; Yelling, cursing, stabbing, coma, crying, one year time skip, mentions of hate for body image. Reader and Cisco leave the team. Starts with Savitar then cicada comes in. I’m stating for the sake of the story that the years are not right, just an estimate!

Taglist; @livingwrite-andrepeat

A/N; Here it is!! This is a long one (like, 7k worth), and I honestly really posted it for myself since Cisco isn’t super popular anymore, but I’m proud of it. Alternate ending to “You Know I Love You, Right?”

(D/N) means daughters name.

Small timeline change- Caitlin is in this as Caitlin, she is not killer frost.

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, heaving a deep sigh, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

Silent until he hears a loud giggle, one that brings a smile to Ciscos face despite how exhausted he is. He steps towards the hall of his apartment, where the bathroom door was open, light shining out into said hallway.

He leans against the doorway as his eyes settle on you, sitting on your knees beside the tub after having pulled (D/N) from the water, your child wrapped in a towel and leant against you.

“I love you, you know?” Cisco hears you murmur, and Cisco watches his daughter nod against your neck, your lips on her wet hair. She leans back to pat at your face, eyes spotting her father over your shoulder,

“Daddy!”

You glance over your shoulder at her shout, looking up at Cisco as he steps into the bathroom, kneeling down behind you to tickle (D/N)s neck, before leaning over to peck your cheek, softly,

“Anything?” Your eyes meet his, his head shake light as you frown, allowing Cisco to stand and pull (D/N) from your arms, taking your towel wrapped child into her bedroom,

“What pajamas are we thinking tonight, huh?” Your mind drifts as you listen to your husband, reaching over to drain the tub water and push to your feet, silently picking up her dirty clothes to toss in the hamper, “Spider man? I think you should wear the flash. Huh? Like uncle Barry? No?”

Your lips pull at this, moving towards the bedroom opposite of yours as Cisco pulls a Spider-Man shirt over (D/N)s head, then ruffling out her curls on her head,

“Bedtime, mi amor,” Cisco states, pulling the blanket out so (D/N) pouted but dropped onto the bed, “How does pancakes sound in the morning? Hm?”

“You always burn the pancakes, daddy,” (D/N) giggles, eyes looking at you when you sit on the edge of the bed, “Mama can make them!”

“I’ll make them, sure,” You smile, tucking the blanket beneath her chin, “Sleep good, baby. Maybe after breakfast we’ll go visit Papa Joe, hm?”

“Papa Joe!” (D/N) sticks her arms up, before shimmying under the blanket, allowing you to kiss her cheek as Cisco kisses her forehead.

You softly close the door to her bedroom, breath trembling as you exhale, hands at your face.

“Hey, hey,” Ciscos arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you against him, “I know,”

Your sniffle is weak as you press yourself to his chest, lifting your head to look at him so his hands slid to your face, thumbs wiping beneath your eyes,

“I love you, baby,” Cisco whispers, your nod weak as his nose brushes yours, “It’s gonna be okay,”

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Okay, what if-,” Cisco paces in front of the control panel, Caitlin seated beside you while Barry stood to the side, “What if Y/N teleports at the second just before she’s stabbed?”

“We’ve already looked into that, Cisco,” Barry states, “The timing would have to be just right. One second too early, and Savitar is chasing her down. One second too late…”

“Well does anybody have any other ideas?” Cisco blurts, “Huh?! We’re running out of time!”

“Cisco-,” “What if it was Iris? Huh?” Cisco cuts, your eyes fluttering shut, “What if you had a daughter who doesn’t know what the hells going on, who doesn’t know that she could potentially lose her mother in less than two months?!”

“Cisco,” You raise to your feet, Cisco shaking his head with a deep sigh, hands in his hair as you step up to him, grasping his wrists, “Baby, look at me,”

Ciscos pinched eyes open to stare at you, a tear slipping down his cheek, “We have to think of something. We have to,”

“And we’re going to,” You whisper, hands now at his face to wipe under his eyes, “I’m going to be okay. We’re going to figure this out, and we’ll both be there to watch our baby grow up,”

Cisco sniffles, roughly, eyes shutting again so your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him forward so his own arms loop at your back, holding you firm against his chest. His nose ducks into your shoulder, hiccuping against the fabric of your sweater.

“I love you,” He whispers, Caitlin’s lips pressing together tearfully at the interaction, “I can’t lose you,”

“We’re gonna figure it out,” You lean back, Ciscos hands sliding to hold your waist as his eyes flicker across your face, “Let’s go get some water, come back, and restart. Okay?”

November 2017, the day before destruction.

Your hands tremble. Sitting at the control panel, your eyes stare at the blank screen. It’s only twenty four hours away. No plan has come up.

Your exhale is sharp, hands raising to your face to notice your fingers are ice cold, frozen with terror. “Hey,” Caitlin’s hand at your shoulder startles you so hard your body jerks, head turning to look up at your best friend in fear.

Her brows pinch, worriedly, kneeling down by your chair as your hiccup comes choked, head shaking as you raise your hands back to your face, “Hey. Y/N, breathe, honey,”

“I-I can’t,” Your exhale releases a sob, the tears hot on your cheeks as you gasp, “I’m so scared. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave them,”

“We’re going to figure it out,”

“When?!” You don’t mean to shout, guilt on your face as you glare down at where she knelt, “It’s going to happen in twenty four hours, Caitlin! I should be home with my daughter right now, but instead I’m freaking out because I’m going to die- and we can’t stop it,”

“Breathe,” Caitlin soothes, your back leaning into your chair as you tilt your head back, coughing up a sob that hurts your chest.

“I’m so scared, Cait,” You whisper, your best friend shifting to sit in the chair beside you, “She’s not even two yet. I won’t get to watch her go to kindergarten. I won’t get to watch her graduate,”

You sigh against your hands, sniffing, “And Cisco…I can’t leave him to raise her alone,”

“I want to promise that we’ll figure something out,” Caitlin starts, “But we both know that a promise like this is something we can’t keep,”

“I know,” You murmur, rubbing your temple. “I don’t know what to do,”

“Ciscos worried about you, honey,” Caitlin speaks, reaching to squeeze your hand, “And he’s scared, too,”

You nod, allowing another tear to slide down your jaw. You shift to stand, wiping your hand under your eye, “I’m gonna go try to find him,”

Ciscos easy to find- cooped up in his lab when not in the Cortex. The smile you give him is weak, the redness in your eyes evident when he turns to you,

“You busy?” You murmur, him shaking his head as he sets down the tool in his hand, arm already reaching around your shoulders,

“Never too busy for you,” He allows you to press yourself against him, head tucking under his chin as he exhales slowly, “You okay?”

“As okay as I can be,” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you let the man just embrace you. God knows its possibly one of the last times, “Just tired. Thinking too much,”

Cisco hums, lips pressing to your hair, “Yeah,” He sighs, cheek turning to rest on your head, “Me too,”

You inhale, lifting your head to flicker your eyes across his face, “Are we gonna be okay?”

Ciscos hands slide to cup your face, nose brushing yours. “We’re gonna be okay,” He nods, eyes glossy. He nods, lips pressing between your brows with a deep sigh, “We’re okay,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “It hurts,” Your eyes flick to Barry, eyes then pinching shut in pain.

“Get her to the lab,” Caitlin’s sudden figure behind Barry is rushed, and Barry barely processes her demand, “Now, Barry!”

. . .

An hour later, the team of five all stand throughout the Cortex. While Iris watched Barry pace, HR stood close to Caitlin’s lab door, all while Cisco sat in his desk chair, Joe beside him.

Ciscos eyes stare at the blood on his hands. Yours. With a trembling breath, Cisco finally looks up upon hearing Caitlin’s footsteps, as does the rest of the team to see the relief on her face.

“She’s going to make it,”

Ciscos exhale is sharp, head falling forward in his hands as Joe grasped his shoulder, Ciscos fingers clutching at his hair. He stands up, Caitlin nodding her head to lead him into the lab, where they find you, out and still covered in blood.

“We’re going to have to keep an eye on her for the next couple of days,” Caitlin’s hushed voice speaks, Cisco sinking down in the chair by the bed to grasp your hand, “Her heart rate seems stable, the blade went through both her back and her chest…”

Cisco nods, swallowing thickly as he rests his forehead to your hand, eyes shutting, tiredly.

“Do you want me to go get her some new clothes?” Barry speaks this time, voice hoarse, “And sheets?”

Cisco opens his eyes to see the white sheets of the bed have been stained red. Along with her clothes, and almost every inch of her skin.

“No, I can go,” He musters, sitting up, “Felicitys at the apartment with (D/N), I think I’m gonna bring her here and we’ll stay for a night or two,”

“Okay,” Iris breathes, nodding, “But let one of us drive you, please,”

. . .

At the apartment, Felicity instantly stands upon the arrival of both Cisco and Barry. “Please tell me she’s okay,” Felicity begs, Cisco silently walking by her to enter your daughters room. Felicity looks at Barry, eyes wide, “Is she okay?”

“She’s alive,” Barry nods, Felicity immediately exhaling, “We’re gonna have to keep an eye on her for a while. But she’s alive,”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Felicity nods, shortly, turning when Cisco shushes (D/N) softly, him now holding the whining child who curled back into him and almost instantly fell back asleep,

“Can you grab Y/N some clothes?” Cisco asks, exhaustedly, “Third drawer and left side of the closet. I’m gonna pack (D/N) a bag,”

“Are you sure?” Felicity asks, “I can stay here with her while you’re at the labs,”

“I want us all together, thanks,” Cisco smiles, weakly, “I need to be with her. Felicity-,”

“You don’t have to explain,” Felicity nods, a third time, “I understand. Let me take her and you pack her a bag, okay?”

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

Cisco finally finds himself dozing off.

Seated next to your bed, his arm rests at the edge, the resting down while his gaze kept towards the corner of the lab, where your daughters playpen sat, allowing her to comfortably sleep.

But he feels a pull. He thinks it’s his own hand muscle spasm, but when his fingers are tugged at a second time, his head shoots up so fast he feels dizzy, eyes instantly looking up to your face.

Your brows pinch, before your eyes flutter, lips parting to inhale. “Hey,” Cisco sits up, fingers tightening on your hand as his free reaches up, curling hair out of your face. “Hey, baby,”

“What happened?” Voice hoarse, you tilt your head down to look at the patch at your chest and shoulder, wincing at the pain your movement caused.

“Savitar,” Cisco murmurs, eyes flicking to his phone momentarily to send Caitlin a quick “she’s up!” “But you’re okay. We did it,”

“(D/N)?” Your head tilts in the opposite direction of your husband, Ciscos eyes following yours towards the resting toddler.

“She’s okay. We’re all okay,”

“Everything hurts,” You whimper, free hand rubbing at the patch, “My back. My chest. It hurts to breathe,”

“I know. I know,” Cisco stands up, reaching for the pain killers Caitlin ordered him to give you when you’ve awaken. He sinks down to sit at your legs, hand at your thigh as you take the cup of water he hands you to down the medicine. “Caits on her way to check your vitals to make sure everything’s stable. She’s taking good care of you,”

You nod, slightly, looking over when your daughter shifts in her playpen, whining as she sat up and spotted you, instantly standing to grasp the edge of the pen and reach up with a hand.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Cisco lightly jokes, leaving your side to move up to the playpen, lifting up the two year old before he moves back to you, setting down the toddler so she crawled up to you, giggling as you pull her into your lap,

“Easy, bug,” Cisco warns, glancing over just as Caitlin, along with Barry, Joe, and Iris entered the lab, all faces relieved to see you up.

“How long have you been up?” Caitlin asks, moving to the monitor beside you before checking your blood pressure, all while smiling at (D/N) leaning against your chest.

“Not even ten minutes,” You murmur, rubbing (D/N)s back, “How am I alive? All the outcomes from Savitar I died,”

“You had the best doctor in Central City taking care of you,” Joe smiles to Caitlin, who nods in thanks, your own eyes flicking to her with a smile.

“Thank you, Cait,” Your smile instantly vanishes with a loud hiss when (D/N) accidentally nudges your patched wound, Cisco immediately pulling (D/N) up by her underarms to pick her up,

“Okay, we gotta be easy with mama, babes,” Cisco reminds, shifting the now whining child to hold her better.

“I’ll be okay,” You press a hand to Ciscos torso, curling your fingers into his shirt, letting his eyes flick to your face.

Cisco nods, glancing down when (D/N) drops her head onto his shoulder. “I can take her,” Barry speaks, hands extended so (D/N) sat up and leaned towards her uncle, Cisco muttering his thanks as he moves back next to you.

“I’ll say you need to stay on bed rest for maybe about four more days before you can get up and move around,” Caitlin scans her monitor, then smiles, “Healing completely will take about four to six months, though. But you’ll be good as new,”

“Thanks, Caitlin,” You repeat, “Do I have to stay here or will I be able to go home?”

“I want to keep you here for a day or two to monitor your wound in case it opens again. But after that you’ll be free,” Caitlin jokes, your laugh heaved so you wince.

“This will most likely make you drowsy again,” Caitlin informs, as she sticks a needle in your arm, “But rest is what you need,”

“Barry and I can take (D/N) for tonight,” Iris speaks, Cisco glancing back at her, “You two need some peace and quiet while Y/N heals. Don’t worry,”

“Thanks, Iris,” You smile, the team slowly bidding their goodbyes as Cisco stands up to stretch, your eyes watching as your husband looked over the monitor himself, bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey,” You reach out to take his hand closest to you, letting him turn his wrist to grasp your fingers as he glances at you, “Have you slept?”

“No, uh,” Cisco sighs, forcing himself away from the monitor to face you, completely, “I couldn’t bring myself to,”

You give his hand a small tug, Cisco forcing himself to sit at the empty space beside you, hand now at your thigh as he sighs.

“I want to call it,”

His eyes look up at you. Your brows are pinched, sitting up further so he could feel your breath and vice versa, “Wait, what?”

“I…” Cisco shakes his head, glancing to the side with a thick swallow, “I want to call it. I- we almost lost you tonight, Y/N,”

“But that doesn’t mean we should make an immediate decision to leave the team,”

“We made a deal when we got married- when we found out you were pregnant, that if something major happened that put either of our lives or our daughters, in danger,” Cisco pauses to intake a breath, “That we’d both agree to drop the superhero life and step back,”

“You love being on this team, Cisco,” You take his hand at your thigh, staring at him, worriedly, “I love being on this team. Shouldn’t we think about this after I’ve finished recovering?”

“Your safety is more important,” Cisco heaves, hands releasing yours to cup your face, “I’m not going to stay here if that just chances that (D/N) could loose her mom again,”

Your eyes find themselves flicking wildly between his, hands at his wrists, “You haven’t slept,” You murmur, “You’re scared after what happened. Just… please try to sleep and we can talk about this more later,”

Ciscos eyes drop shut. With a short exhale, he nods, pulling you forward so your lips press against his, searching for comfort he knows you both need. “Okay. Scoot over,”

March, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“Don’t you hate it?”

Cisco hums, peering sideways from the bathroom door to where you stood at the mirror in your bedroom, shorts and lace bra the only thing covering your figure,

Your eyes are casted downwards, hand hovering over the large scar that dragged from the top of your right shoulder, to the middle of your right breast. “The scar,” You murmur, fingers finally brushing the raised skin with a sigh. “Don’t you hate how it looks?”

“I hate how you got it,” Cisco states, now behind you where he ignores the matching scar on your back, hands at your waist with a light squeeze, “But you look beautiful as always, with or without it,”

Your eyes roll, back leaning against his chest so his arms fully wrap at your front, chin on your shoulder, “You’re only saying that because I’m your wife,”

“I’m saying that because I love you,” Cisco turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek, which you lean into, “Maybe you can get…a badass tattoo over it or something,”

You snort, raising the back of your hand to lightly smack his cheek, “In your dreams,”

May 14th, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“He took Cisco,”

“What do you mean he took him?” Your figure leans against the Cortex desk. Fingers grasping the countertop, you ignore the white numbness of your knuckles as your eyes flicked between screens,

“I don’t know, they went through a breach when I got here,”

“Cisco?” You call out, nearly holding your breath as you listened for your husbands response, “Baby, can you hear me?”

“I hear you!” Ciscos call back is muffled. “My breach frizzed out and threw us in a forest somewhere,”

“What kind of trees are there?” Sherloque asks, stepping next to you as you pinch your brows to him, “Ask him,”

“What?” You flick your eyes to the screen, eyes steady on Ciscos heart rate, “Cisco, what kind of trees are around you?”

“I don’t know!” You hear Cisco grunt, dodging most likely, “Pine trees? Some of them have pointy leaves,”

“Ash trees,” Sherloque hums, leaning forward, “Now, Fransico, I need you to hold your breath, let me listen,”

A pause. Crickets sound, Sherloque clicking his tongue, “Kolin Woods,”

“Are you sure?” Barry asks through, Sherloque humming, “I’m on my way,”

On time, Cisco yells out in pain through his mic that makes you sit down in the seat behind you, “Baby, you’ve got to run,”

“I can’t,” Cisco heaves, your hand over your jaw as your knee bounced, “He got me in the back of the shoulder-,”

Silence. Your watering eyes stare at the still monitor of his heart beat, sitting up so quick your mind spins, “Cisco?”

Nothing. “Cisco,” You demand, attempting to turn the volume of his ear piece up, “Baby, please. Barry what’s going on?!”

“He’s gone,”

Iris can see you nearly fall out of your chair. Her hand reaches to grasp your arm, sliding in her chair closer beside you. “He’s not here, he-,”

The silence they keep giving you feels deadly. A heavy sigh of relief, “He’s alive,”

Your chest caves as your hands cover your face, body slouching beside Iris as she exhales, relieved. “Both of you come back. Now,”

You don’t move from your chair until you hear their footsteps behind you. Barry held Ciscos arm around his shoulders, while Ciscos free hand pressed to his injury, face scrunched.

“Oh, my god,” You push from your chair, Barry releasing Cisco quick enough to let Cisco throw his free arm around your shoulders, lips to your hair as you pressed yourself against him.

Your hands reach up to his face, sniffling as he whispered reassuringly to you. “I’m okay,” His thumb brushes a free fallen tear from your jaw. “I’m okay,”

You nod, taking his arm to lead him into Caitlin’s lab, sitting beside him as Caitlin got to work.

. . .

“Hey,” Your eyes raise to your husband. Your vision is blurry- exhausted- as you stared at his arm in the sling, Caitlin’s order until his shoulder healed. “What’re you thinking about?”

You lift your head, nose stuffy as you inhale, “I think you were right,” You murmur, Ciscos brows pinching, “About calling it,”

His brows relax at this. He knew the minute something happened to him, you’d instantly change your mind.

“Hey,” Cisco repeats, extending his free hand- bandaged from Cicada first attack- waiting for you to rise from the chair and take it before gently tugging you to stand in front of him, “Is this what you really want?”

“I don’t know,” You exhale, lifting your chin to stare at the ceiling, “Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the fact that I thought you were dead-,”

“But I’m not,” Cisco soothes, “This is just Savitar all over again, I’m okay-,”

“We had a warning for mine, Cisco!” You hiccup, glancing over when realizing your voice had grown in volume. Looking back at him, Ciscos eyes flick between yours, worriedly, “We had a warning for me, not for you. I saw your heart beat stop on the monitor and I thought you died,”

“But I didn’t,” Ciscos hand slides to your jaw, “I’m here, and I’m breathing. We both are, baby,”

“I know,” You copy his action, swallowing, “I just don’t want this to be a scare again, it’s not healthy for a baby the team doesn’t know about,”

Ciscos eyes soften, tugging on your wrist with a soft c’mere before he lets you sit next to him, his free arm sliding to your shoulders to pull you against his side. “Do you really want this?”

“You’re the one who wanted it first,” You remind, hearing him exhale through his nose.

“I want this,” He murmurs, thumb pressing to your shoulder blade comfortingly, “I want you. You, and (D/N), and the baby safe, and that can’t happen if we stay,”

You nod, tilting your head back to look up at him, “Let’s take care of Cicada, at least,” Cisco nods, lips to your forehead before moving to your own lips.

May 26th, 2019. Two years after destruction.

“We have something we want to talk to you guys about,”

The team all look up from their spots spread across the Cortex. They train their attention on the couple sitting at the desk, Cisco distractingly staring at the computer screen while you were already looking at them.

“Okay,” Iris speaks first, hesitantly, “What is it?”

“Uh, well, two things,” Your eyebrows flick when Cisco looks at you, “Good news or bad news first?”

“There’s bad news?” Sherloque huffs, “Might as well say both at once, then,”

Cisco is the one who raises his brows this time. You shrug a shoulder, Barry’s brows pinching at your silent communication,

“Okay,” You exhale, shifting in your seat, “We’re leaving Team Flash,”

“Y/Ns pregnant,”

Six pairs of eyes all blink at you. You grimace, sighing as you stand up. “Im pregnant. Which is one of the reasons why we’ve decided,” You wipe your hands nervously on your sundress, “To leave the team,”

“I don’t know whether to hug you or cry,” Caitlin moves up first, your smile light as she embraces you, Cisco moving to stand, “When?”

“We’re officially stepping back in two weeks,” Cisco states, eyes shifting to your brother who had crossed his arms, “We’re moving in three months,”

“Wha- moving?” Your brothers eyes instantly look at you, “Leaving the team I understand, but you’re moving?”

“Central City isn’t safe, Barry,” You remind, brows pinched, “We’re going to have two kids under the age of three. We won’t be part of Team Flash anymore but we’re still a risk of danger. Leaving Central City is the best decision for them,”

“We’ll-we’ll protect you,” Your brother stammers, your shoulders deflating. After your parents death, you knew he felt as if he was losing you, too, “You don’t have to leave the city altogether,”

“As much faith I have in you guys, I just don’t want to chance it,” You breathe, “We’re doing this to protect these kids. Just support us on it, Bar,”

Your brother exhales, looking towards the rest of the team, “Have you told Joe?”

“Joes the one we talked to about the decision,” Cisco speaks, as you shift in your heels before settling on sitting back down in your chair, “So he’s known, for a while,”

“And you decide to tell us two weeks in advance,” Barry nods, Iris crossing her arms as her brows pinch towards her husband, “Thanks for the short notice. Got it,”

“Barry,” Iris hisses, the man speeding off so your hair blows in your face, your eyes shutting as you tuck the strands back behind your ear, “Y/N-,”

“I know, he’s just upset,” You sigh, twisting in your chair, “I knew we should’ve told him sooner,”

Ciscos hand presses to your shoulder, rubbing the area with a frown as he looks up to his team.

July 2019, two years after destruction.

“I think that’s the last of it,” Cisco hears your heaved huff from the living room, stepping around the corner to see you taping a box shut, standing with your hands on your hips,

“Besides (D/N) going to war with herself over which toys she wants to keep,” Cisco snorts, thumb jabbing over his shoulder where you hear your daughter talking to herself, then clanking of her toys,

“I don’t see why we can’t just let her keep them all,” You shrug, Ciscos eyebrows raising as his head shakes, hands on your hips,

“I’m not letting our daughter become a hoarder,” He states, “Besides, once Dante comes, that’ll be two times the toys,”

“I’m so glad this one’s a boy,” You sigh, breathlessly, head tilting up to look at your husband, “One girl, one boy. All I wanted,”

Cisco smiles, nose brushing yours, “Thank you for letting me name him after my brother,”

“You let me choose (D/N),” You smile back, “Only fair with the next one,”

Ciscos hands press to your stomach, lips brushing yours before a loud crash comes from your daughters room, Cisco jerking back to glance over his shoulder, where (D/N) now stood at the kitchens entrance, holding her toy Harry Potter wand now snapped in two,

Your daughters pout matches her tearful eyes, Cisco copying her pout as he moves up to her, lifting her so she sniffles and holds up the broken wand, “Daddy…”

“That’s okay,” Cisco murmurs, “We’ll use our magic glue to put it back together, it’ll make sure the wand doesn’t loose its magic, hm?”

(D/N) nods, fist rubbing her eye as you smile, taking the broken pieces before digging in an open box, thankful to find the super glue pretty easy. After putting the wand together and blowing the glue dry, you hand it back, causing her to giggle and wave it around.

“Have you figured out what toys you’re keeping, amor?” Cisco brushes her hair from her face, her hesitation causing you to laugh,

“I’ll take that as an shes keeping them all,” Cisco gives you a look, but rolls his eyes and smiles.

November 2020. three years after destruction.

“Hey guys!” Cecile’s smile when she opens the door is bright, opening it wider so you could step in, her hands out in a gimmie motion for the toddler in your arms,

“Your favorite has arrived,” You smile as Barry walks up, embracing you before turning to (D/N) at your leg, hands open so she reaches up and lets him pick her up,

“I think theyre more excited to see the kids rather than us,” Cisco speaks, setting down the large bag of presents he held behind the couch, laughing when Joe shakes his head and embraces you so tight you stutter on your breath,

“I’m excited to see you,” Joe states, you peeking your head out from his arm with a muffled “I can tell”, “We’ve missed you guys,”

“I’ve missed this little guy,” Cecile kisses Dante’s cheek so the near one year old giggles, your smile light as you watch your step-mother love on her grandson, “He’s gotten so big already!”

“(D/N)s starting to look too much like Cisco,” Iris hums, twirling a curl on (D/N)s cheek as Cisco fakes offense, accepting a small glass of wine from Caitlin,

“How’s Star City?” Wally asks you, as you settle on the couch while Cecile sits in the recliner, beginning to bounce Dante on her lap,

“It’s good,” You breathe, “Cisco and I both started our jobs, Felicity is loving being the babysitter,”

“How long are you guys staying for the holidays?”

“Uh, we’re hoping for a week,” You glance at Joe, “If that’s okay with you,”

“Stay as long as you need,” Joe raises his glass, gesturing to your two children, “As long as I get to spend time with my grandkids,”

“Oh, definitely,” Cisco slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, “I know my parents want us to visit with them but the rest of the week- they’re yours,”

Joes lips part to say something, but the door knocks, your eyes scanning the group wondering just who could be missing-

“Sorry we’re late, guys!” A male calls, you looking over your shoulder to see a tall man with glasses next to a Latina girl, both holding presents, “We have gifts!”

“Oh, Y/N, Cisco, this is Chester and Allegra,” Caitlin gestures, Allegra smiling as she rounds the couch,

“I heard a lot about you,” Allegra speaks, raising a box, “And your kids. I hope it’s okay I bought your daughter something,”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” You smile, watching her kneel in front of your daughter to hand her the box, eyes then shifting to Chester,

“Y/N Allen, right?”

“Born an Allen, yes,” You cackle, “But legally I’m a Ramon,”

“You’re the one who miraculously survived a stab to the chest. You’re awesome!”

The air falls tense, quick, Ciscos hand tightening on your shoulder as you send a weak smile, “Thanks. It wouldn’t have ended the way it did if it wasn’t thanks to Caitlin,”

“How’d you know Savitar was the one who did it? No one could see him but Barry!”

“O-kay!” Joe cuts it, noticing Ciscos irritated stare, “Let’s open gifts, hm?”

Shoving the ball of wrapping paper into a trash bag, you huff as you tie the bag shut. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there, did I?” You look up at Chesters entrance, smile light as you shake your head,

“No, no. It’s just, um, that whole thing was a really emotional experience,”

“How so? Besides, uh, worrying about surviving,” Chester closes his eyes, brows pinched, before reopening them,

“Uh, Barry-,” You pause, “Do you know?”

“About Barry being the Flash? Yeah!” Chester laughs, “Allegra and I, we’re part of Team Flash,”

You smile, quickly dropping it, “Barry went back in time by accident, and saw the whole thing revolving Savitar and I. Yeah we had a heads up, but originally I wasn’t supposed to make it,”

Chester frowns as you sigh. “It was six painful months of waiting. Cisco and I, we were both terrified. My daughter was only maybe two at the time, and I was so scared of leaving her,” You lift a shoulder, setting the trash bag to the side, “It was a miracle Caitlin was able to save me. Here I am three years later, with now two kids and almost completely healed,”

“I’m sorry I asked,”

“No, really, it’s okay,” You laugh, moving to walk around him, “It feels good talking about it again. It was a lot, still is, but I’m healing,”

Chester smiles, nodding, looking down at his phone which beeps, along with five other phones across the house.

“Dammit,” Barry mutters, glancing at Iris who already stands, “Meta attack downtown,”

“Aw yeah!” Chuck grins, “I’m in,”

“One holiday,” You roll your eyes, dropping back beside Cisco before picking up Jenna from her rocker, “One holiday without a meta ruining it, is all I ask,”

“You guys go ahead, we’ll stay here,” Joe insists, nodding to Cecile who had her own fun holding your son,

“We’ll be back!” Chester grins, winking, “In a Flash,”

“Don’t say that,” Barry whines, “Because every time you do, we end up being stuck out there for hours,”

“I was trying to make a joke. Take the joke!”

“In case that happens,” Allegra smiles, waving,

“Happy holidays, everyone,”

#cisco ramon one shot #cisco ramon flash #cisco ramon imagine #cisco ramon x reader #cisco ramon story #Cisco Ramon angst #Cisco Ramon fluff

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

CALLING ALL HARRISCO READERS

It's that time of year again when the urge hits me to write some one-shots starring our two favorite idiots-in-love: Harrison 'Harry' Wells and Francisco 'Cisco' Ramon. So I'm throwing out a fishing line into the Harrisco ether with some one-shot prompts as bait. Choose from the following and in-box me with a letter and number! Do you want more than one? I've got you covered! Do you have your own idea you'd like me to tackle? I'm totally on board! Here is my Harrisco one-shot collection so far, if you're interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2535001 I'm excited to get this ball rollin'. I know our ship has taken some hits and is still small. But gosh darn, if it isn't still mighty. So send me those prompts. And please reblog for anyone else you know who loves Harrisco! Happy viewing to all the readers/art lovers, and happy creating to all the fandom creators! -QuietDarkness A) Angst: 1. “You’re allowed to fall apart a little.” 2. “I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I've got.” 3. “I don’t expect a happy ending. I just want an ending.” 4. “You’re the love of my life. I wish I were yours.” 5. “I pushed you away because you deserve better.” B) Silly: 1. "Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." 2. "Don't look for any redeeming qualities. I don't have any." 3. "He's crazy, and just when you think you've reached the bottom of his crazy, you find a crazy underground parking garage." 4. "I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention." 5. "If my day gets any worse, I'm asking Hell if they have an exchange program." C) Phobia: 1. Achluphobia / Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness / Fear of dark 2. Pyrophobia: Fear of fire 3. Somniphobia: Fear of sleep / nightmares 4. Trypanophobia: Fear of needles/injections 5. Autophobia: Fear of being alone D) Comfort: 1. "You, me, blanket fort." 2. "Tell me how to help." 3. "We can stay here as long as you need." 4. "Do you need a hug?" 5. "I won't leave you." E) Whump -pick either Harry or Cisco-: 1. Harry or Cisco gets shot. 2. Harry or Cisco gets stabbed. 3. Harry or Cisco gets kidnapped. 4. Harry or Cisco gets tortured. 5. Harry or Cisco has memory loss. F) Other: 1. Marriage proposal 2. First date 3. First time 4. Jealousy 5. AU (You decide!) G) BONUS: Your own prompts! Throw em at me!

(Gif credit goes to its creator)

#harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #one shot #ao3 #quietdarkness #fanfiction #fandom #harrison 'harry' wells #francisco ramon

[jackiequick]

Your in love, aren’t you? • The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

HR Wells and Lea O’Conner One Shot | The Flash Fanfic ⚡️

“HR your in love, aren’t you?” Lea asked with a grinned, standing in front of the taller man.

“W-what? Me? Me in love? Noooo!” HR tried to defend himself but his eyes said otherwise.

One thing that every Wells they met so held strongly was their eyes and mannerisms. It’s one thing she noticed the 3rd time around with The Wells crew, as much as Harry likes to deny him ever being compared to the others, it was clearly there.

“HR. I can see it in your face and your hand gestures today, matter a fact this whole week.” Lea pointed out with her hands on her hips.

“Maybe.” HR admitted with a goofy grin on his face, “Okay, I am in love!”

“Ooo who’s the pretty girl?”

“Tracy.”

“Tracy?!”

“Yes it’s her!”

HR was grinning and started to blush a bit. It was the cutest thing, rarely do you ever see a Wells blush. Grin like an idiot, yes. Blush? No. Lea started grinning brightly at the sight. HR was one of kindness and most sweetest people she knows, of course Tracy would go out with him.

“I just don’t know how to woo her.” HR admits with a smile fidgeting with his drumsticks a bit.

Lea sat down and nods, “What do you mean? HR, honey, all you gotta do is ring in that classic Wells charm.”

“How, flower? I-I don’t know how women on Earth 1 like to woo..”

“Awwww! First off, if she likes you back then Tracy has great taste in men. And secondly, buy her a small bouquet of flowers and a size small of favorite coffee.”

“Ohhh! I can add a little custom note, like a poem.”

“There you go! Use that writer brain of yours HR. Your a Wells, your clever than anyone.”

HR grinned brightly bouncing up from his chair and with a flicker of his wrist placed his hat on his head. Always a flare for the dramatically sweet moment. Lea laughed a little, practically seeing his gears turning in his head. Always happy to help a friend like him.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, flower! I know excited what I’m going to do!” HR yelled excitedly and pulled her into a adorable embrace, placing a kiss of her forehead always grateful for his friends.

She laughed hugging him back tightly, knowing all he needed was a small push. “Your welcome, HR! Now go on before it’s too late, it’s 2:31pm already!” Lea replied with a smile.

“R-right! I’m going now, don’t tell anyone okay?”

“Of course not. Theses lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Promise? At least until I tell Cisco.”

“I won’t tell anyone, HR.”

The writer of Team Flash left with a grin, not before grabbing his black jacket and almost stumbling out the door in excitement. Once she was sure he was gone, she smirked with a dazzling look in her eyes.

“I’mma go tell Caitlin.” Lea said with a cheeky smirk to herself and raced off to the top floor.

—

⚡️ Thank you for reading this short one shot. I hope you enjoy it!

Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @yetanotherwells @drspencereidhotch @gcthvile @blueboirick @sherloquestea @superspookyjanelle @morgan108 @topgun-imagines @ohgodnotagainn @blackheart-beauty @rooster-84 and etc

#the flash #the flash au #the flash oc #the flash x reader #hr wells #hr wells x reader #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells #caitlin snow #cisco ramon #harry wells x reader #harry wells #barry allen #one shot #the flash fanfiction #the flash fluff #harrisco #the flash season 3 #chloe bennet #cw the flash #arrowverse fic #arrowverse oc

[icedteaandoldlace]

*slides Eric Wallace $5* End the show with Cisco and Kamilla's wedding.

#I'm not even watching season 9 #(unless Cisco makes an appearance) #but I'd tune in if they gave me something good #Cisco Ramon #Kamilla Hwang #The Flash #Kamisco #s8 #and since everyone loves Cisco everyone would want to be there #see this is how all the characters from all those other shows that I don't care about can have one last fanservice cameo #without taking away from The Flash's plot #Barry and Iris dancing together or kissing or smiling across the room or something can be the final shot that's cool #idc if the rest of the fandom wants the show to end with Barry turning into a lightning bolt this is the ending that would make ME happy

[messylxve]

ghost spider | cisco ramon x Gn!reader

part one

It was a just another day for Team Flash. One more meta-human captured and one step closer to a safe city. So when the alarm went off for a robbery, they all thought it was nothing more.

“He’s making a run for it Barry,” Cisco warned through the comms system. “You’ll catch him if you cut through the alley on 24th and Charles.”

Doing as Cisco said, he made his way on the street, skidding to a stop when he saw a panicked man rushing down the road. But Barry’s grin was quickly wiped off of his face when the robber was yanked off the street and into the air.

“Oh you robbers make it so easy,” a voice sighed.

Looking up, Barry’s eyes landed on you, hanging upside down so you were eye to eye with the cursing man.

“Who are you,” Barry shouted from his place on the ground.

You looked around the crook, smiling under the mask at the sight of the Flash. “No one of consequence.”

You suddenly flipped in the air, landing on a fire escape above the Flash and leaving the robber hanging. “But you can call me Ghost Spider.”

“Ghost Spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the name, but before he could make another comment the sound of a gun firing stopped the both of them.

Barry was quick to rush to your side to stop the bullet, but you too moved fast—dodging the speeding weapon like it was nothing more than a football.

“Hey,” you shouted, turning to the man. “Didn’t anyone teach you fire safety?”

You flung a web out, snatching the firearm from the man, leaving both him and Barry shocked. “You could have killed me,” you pouted.

“W-w,” Barry stammered out, now more intrigued than ever. “What was that?!”

“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.

“I swear to god,” the robber grumbled. “I’ll kill you both.”

“Blah blah blah,” you mocked, shooting another web to cover his mouth. “No one likes a blabber mouth.”

You turned back to Flash. “I’ll leave him to you. Catch you around Flash.”

Flinging a web at the nearest building, you swung away out of sight, leaving Barry watching you practically fly over Central City in awe.

“Did you see that,” he exclaimed to the very angry robber.

“So are they a meta-human,”Caitlyn asked once Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“I think so. I mean they dodged a bullet that they didn’t even see get fired.”

“Wow,” Cisco mused. “And they shot spider-webs from their wrists?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s strong enough that they can hang from it and swing from buildings with it.”

“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”

“How do you even know if they’re a man,” Caitlyn questioned.

“Spider-Woman.”

“Actually,” Barry cut in. “Ghost Spider.”

“No,” Cisco exclaimed. “I name things, not you.”

Barry threw up his hands in mock defense. “I didn’t name them, they told me their name. Ghost Spider.”

Cisco frowned. “Hmm, it’s okay. I guess.” In truth he loved it, but he’d never admit it out loud.

That next time you made an appearance with the Flash, it was less than ideal. You had shown up right in time to meet the man in yellow.

To put it lightly, he didn’t appreciate you butting in on his meet with the Flash. You could hold your ground for only so long, but when he dragged you across the wall with his speed and threw you to the concrete ground, you looked worse than battered.

When Barry found you, you were knocked out, covered in blood, and mask in shreds, revealing your face.

His own instincts kicking in, he rushed you to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“Help me,” he panted after speeding into The Cortex with you in his arms.

It was action first and questions later as Caitlyn and Cisco rushed you to their makeshift hospital bed.

Hours later, your condition was finally stabilized, leaving the three to talk in the room over.

“They had 4 broken ribs, major fractures in their skull and will have extreme scarring all over their face.” She shook her head in disbelief. “There was no way they could have come back from that but…they did.”

“I guess that answers our meta-human question,” Cisco whispered.

“Do you know exactly how they were able to survive that, much less stabilize so quickly?”

Caitlyn shook her head. “No. I could run tests, but I wouldn’t want to do that while they’re in such a fragile condition and without them knowing.”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

Everyone whipped around in shock to see you leaning on the door way; the only sign of damage on you being the discoloration from your scars and the tired expression in your eyes.

“Woah,” Cisco exclaimed. “You should not be up much less even awake.

A tired chuckle left you. “I’m fine.”

“Cisco’s right,” Caitlyn entered. “You shouldn’t be up, it’s extremely dangerous.”

“I promise you, I’m fine. You can check if you’d like.”

Caitlyn gave Cisco and Barry a glance, begging for them to back her up, but sighed when she saw it was fruitless.

“Okay.”

Not too long after the group found themselves looking over your X-rays and brain scans.

“How?”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

“But on this level,” Cisco asked in amazement, coming in close and touching your cheek, examining your face. “It’s nearly impossible.”

Heat spread up your neck, burning your cheeks and ears as you felt how close he was.

“Shoot sorry, got too excited,” he laughed off, embarrassment settling in on him.

“It’s okay,” you laughed before clearing your throat. “It started a few months ago when your particle accelerator blew up. You see, I’m a biochemist for Mercury Labs and I was studying spiders and their healing capabilities—did you know the silk in a spider could repair human ligaments or—or that sea spiders can regrow entire body parts instead of just limbs.”

“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.

“Right sorry, besides the point,” you coughed. “I was at the lab late that night, looking over my work and when the incident happened, everything kind of exploded all over me. I woke up feeling normal at first, but everything felt dialed up to 20. I could hear see, and feel everything, a million times better than before. I was stronger, all of my injuries would heal overnight or even in hours. I stuck to walls and I had what I call a 6th sense. It helps me sense danger before it’s there.”

“Like a spidey sense,” Cisco whispered in amazement.

“Yeah,” you smiled, your stomach doing weird flips. “Like a spidey sense.”

#cisco ramon #cisco x reader #cisco ramon x reader #the flash #cw the flash #barry and caitlin #barry allen #snowbarry #caitlyn snow #vibe #spiderman au #ghost spider #gender neutral fanfic #superhero #powers #star labs #reverse flash

[harriscofics]

I Found You Once (I'll Find You Again)

I Found You Once (I'll Find You Again) https://ift.tt/zyNEXUH by QuietDarkness Harry and Cisco have been happily married for years. Cisco can't imagine life any differently. And he knows he wouldn't feel whole with anyone else. But forever hardly lasts as long as anyone thinks. While working on a device left behind by Thawne, something backfires and Harry is critically injured. Cisco blames himself. Harry is slowly dying. And there’s no way to save him. As they spend their final hours together, Cisco thinks about the moments that brought them to where they are now... (An anonymous one-shot prompt request. It's not exactly what they were looking for, but I hope they like it anyway. Enjoy!) Words: 4946, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 22 of One Shots: Harrisco Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Caitlin Snow Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: this one was tough to write, Harry and Cisco have a dog, his name is Arthur, and he's the best, Character Death, Angst, Loss, Pain, prompt, One Shot, caitlin tries so hard, sometimes people can't be saved, this doesn't have a happy ending, at least not entirely, Grief, Major character death - Freeform, Established Relationship via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/r0svhSZ March 21, 2024 at 05:24PM

#harrisco

[felicitysmoaksx]

Hi all! Man, I really need to stop getting ideas when I dog/house-sit for people. However, I will say this was originally an idea I had for my Arrow/Chicago Med/Titans crossover. I just wasn't meant to post or write anything for it until the first fic in this series was posted and honestly, I'm not sure if this is the way Team Arrow (And Team Flash) finds out about Sarah. So here's a quick little two-shot of a what-if scenario.

Rating: Mature

Summary: Mockingbird was a memory. Mockingbird was her past. A ghost that lingered from Gotham and Bruce. A ghost that was ash and soot now. So why was it staring her in the face now?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Inaccurate medical procedures, and implied/references a canonical character death and canonical typical violence mentioned but doesn't go in depth

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The Same Little Breaks in Your Soul

Sarah stared mutely at her reflection as it paced the length of her cell in the pipeline of Star Labs in Central City. Only the term reflection wasn’t quite accurate either because Sarah-the one that wasn’t locked up-was alert and awake. Nor did she have the jagged scar that ran down the length of the other Sarah’s face. 

“What do you call her?” She wasn’t even sure who she was talking to; there were too many people in the lab. But her gaze found Clark’s. Then she found Connor’s-her boyfriend, not Superboy. He had slipped off the bloody gloves and washed his hands, but the brunette could still see the other Sarah’s blood on his hands from where he had to sew the stab wound in her stomach. 

 It was Barry Allen, still in his Flash suit, who answered her though.  “Like we explained before the universe is actually a multiverse and there are-”

“Fifty-two Earths. Yeah, I got that.” Sarah held up a hand to stop the lengthy explanation, “But what do you call her? Because she isn’t me.” 

Yet, the woman pacing around her cell was Sarah Athena Grayson. Same as she was. She could tell from the way the other Sarah held herself. The way she shifted her weight from foot to foot. The downward turn of her lips and the way she wrinkled her forehead. But the faraway look in her eyes? That was all Bruce. If she was being honest though, maybe she was just seeing that look because of the bat-suit and cowl she wore. An exact replica of the one Bruce had made and unveiled on hers and Dick’s eighteenth birthday. A suit she’d rather burn than wear. 

Too bad she hadn’t been able to make it to Gotham the night she burned her Mockingbird suit.

“Doppelgängers,” it was Barry again, “They’re us, but just different versions of us.” 

Sarah fell silent. Nodding once more, before her eyes shifted to study the other versions of her little brothers: Jason, Tim, and Damien. This was confirmed by three phone calls she made earlier. Her Jason Todd and Tim Drake were in Gotham while Damien Wayne was still in San Francisco with Dick.

Connor was still staring at her; she could tell from her peripheral vision, with that same guarded expression he had been wearing since he saw her dodge a punch Superman and Superboy came at her with and blew kryptonite dust that she kept on hand because old habits die hard, in their faces, before she backflipped and rounded a kick into the younger kryptonian’s chest while launched a punch at Superman. 

“How did they get here, if they’re from another Earth?” 

“They had to breach here somehow. But another question to ask is why are they here?” Cisco Ramon answered, typing on a keyboard and the footage of the doppelgängers disappeared and was replaced by some kind of security video. 

In the video, it was dark and quiet. Nothing had happened yet. Then a large orb-like portal appeared. A second later, Sarah stiffened at the sight of The Joker. He laughed maniacally before he threw something sharp into the portal. Then he took off in a run as the other version of herself fell through the portal. She was clutching her stomach where a dark red maroon spot was forming.  She fell. Her prone form on the asphalt of the alleyway.

“Turn it off,” Sarah flinched, even though she knew the other woman would be alright. She, Connor, and Dr. Snow would make sure of it. “Please.”

The footage instantly vanished and it was back to the sight of her reflection pacing the length of her cell once more. 

“They were chasing the Joker.” Cal-El slurred his words a little, probably still feeling dizzy from the effects of the kryptonite dust she blew at him and Superboy. She nodded before glancing at the crowd around her, “How closely do these other Earths resemble ours?” 

“It varies from Earth to Earth but there is no true way of knowing unless we talk to them.” Barry answered again, “Why?” 

“Because Joker is dead on our Earth. Batman killed him after an…emotional breakdown.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Oliver asked. He sounded skeptical. Sarah shot him a look, but he didn’t waver in his question or his stare. It was easy to see through his playboy facade now and in its place was something darker. 

The Green Arrow and Connor’s brother was The Magician, Information she was given as they rushed to Central City to help save the other Sarah Grayson. (Though no one knew that at the time. All they knew was the call Cisco made to Tommy requesting for his brother because “Caitlin says she needs help with the surgery. She’s never done one.”) Two people who like her, were wearing a version of themselves as a mask. It made her wonder how she missed it. When she didn’t answer, he added: “It’s been my experience that unless you see a body yourself, there is always a chance that the person is still alive.”

The brunette knew the tone and had heard Bruce use it many times before. It was a hard tone that scared people off. Made people not want to question him with an air of finality. But Sarah had grown up with Bruce Wayne as Batman since she was thirteen. She didn’t get scared as easily as some people. 

Folding her arms, the brunette stood up straighter and walked a few steps forward so she was directly in front of Oliver. 

“Besides the fact that every news outlet in Gotham did a story about it, body included by the way or what was left of it anyways. Batman left my-” she started icily before she caught herself almost revealing Dick’s identity, “-the original Robin with a bloody crowbar. It was filled with the Joker’s blood. Too much blood to be surviveable. So yeah, Oliver. I’m sure.”

“What are you?” 

“Excuse me?” Sarah questioned hotly. Connor stepped forward, inserting himself between the two of them.“Oliver. Enough. Come on, it’s already been a rough day.” 

“No, it’s not enough. Because she knows way too much about Batman, who’s an urban legend by the way for a normal person. She blew kryptonite dust, something she had on hand, on Clark and his kid with Clark’s disguise in place. Not to mention the way she rounded that kick and made that punch perfectly as if she had been trained to do that. Then you have her.” Oliver pointed a finger at the screen to where the other Sarah was still pacing, “Wearing a suit looking like a Batwoman.” 

“Oliver, maybe Connor’s right-” Tommy stepped forward now, keeping a hand between his twin brother and best friend. 

“Batman,” Sarah interrupted before she could think about it because Kate deserved that recognition. “There’s already a Batwoman. Both of whom, are not urban legends. Ask the Man of Steel or The Heir to the Demon if you don’t want to believe me.” 

Now the Merlyn twin brothers both turned to look at her with the same guarded expression Connor wore earlier in both of their eyes. But it was Tommy who asked quietly, “How do you know about the league?”

“I’m telling you something isn’t adding up about her,” Oliver told them with his voice low and menacing as he shook his head, his gaze narrowing on her. As if the single look would force her to tell him.

“Oliver,” Clark stood up and moved, probably to stop the fight that was brewing between Green Arrow and her. “It’s okay, I can vouch for-”

“She’s the Mockingbird.” Nyssa Al Ghul announced to the room and up until this point she had been ignoring Damien’s aunt, until now Sarah turned to glare at the other woman. 

“Al Ghul shut your mouth-” Sarah warned in a snarl, but she knew the damage done. The Fucking League. She hated them almost as much as she hated ninjas.

“Mockingbird as in Batman, Robin, and Mockingbird?” Barry asked, looking from Sarah to Nyssa. His gaze slightly lit up as he eyed Sarah with a renewed interest. But Sarah got the sense it was more of a fanboy moment than lust in his gaze.

“Yes, Mr. Allen.” The heir of the demon inclined her head to the man in the flash suit as she continued to speak. “And Batman’s chosen successor to the cowl but she never accepted the honor of taking the mantle.”

The honor of taking the mantle…More like horror.

“But I thought…Mockingbird was dead? Because they only found the charred remains of her suit in San Francisco five years ago.” Felicity questioned softly as her eyes turned on her. 

Sarah flinched again and stepped back from the prying eyes. Yet that didn’t help. She still felt like…like before. Like she was drowning and no matter how hard she swam or tried to keep her head above water, a weight kept weighing her down. Like when her parents died or she put on the suit for the last time. 

“You could be a better Batman than me.” Bruce with all of his expectations. The Titans broke up after Garth was killed and…now this other Sarah wearing the Bat cowl.

She was getting sucked back into this world of masks, superheroes and vigilantes. She could feel it. Helping out Dick sporadically over the last few years was only the tipping point back into the world. 

“Air,” she muttered to no one in particular because she needed to do something, anything to get away from this drowning feeling weighing her down, “I need air.”

Then, before anyone could say anything to her, Sarah darted out of the laboratory.

#chicago med #one chicago #titans dc #cw arrow #arrow cw #Sarah Reese #Connor Rhodes #Tommy Merlyn #dick grayson #Clark Kent #connor kent #Oliver Queen #Cisco Ramon #nyssa al ghul #barry allen #felicity smoak #my writing

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● she/her born+identifies as ● trainwreck, airheaded and feral, chaos queen - oh look,it me ● i write, but only sometimes and it’s usually whatever makes my cold little heart happy. ● due to my own age + the nature of my blog contents, absolutely no minors. ● i match energy. What you give is exactly what you’ll get back. ● queen bitch in charge of fuckery and shenanigans.

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[ Fandoms + Characters ] 

If they’re not listed below, I don’t write for them. 

All American | Asher Adams

American Horror Story | Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, Dandy Mott,  Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Bobby Richter Jr.

Arrow | Slade Wilson, Oliver Queen

The Breakfast Club | John Bender, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson

The Boondock Saints | Connor McManus, Murphy McManus, Rocco

Criminal Minds | Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan

The Crow | Eric Draven, Jimmy Quervo

CSI Las Vegas | Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown

CSI Miami | Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe, Tim Speedle

CSI New York | Danny Messer, Don Flack

Dazed & Confused | Ron Slater, Randall Pink Floyd

Detroit Rock City | Lex, Hawk, Tripp, Jam

The Flash | Cisco Ramon, Barry Allen

Friday Night Lights | Landry Clark, Matt Saracen, Tim Riggins

Ghostbusters | Ray, Peter, Egon, Winston

Gotham | Jerome Valeska, Riddler

Horror Movies | ask upon request, tbh

Harry Potter | Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom + Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Legends of Tomorrow | Ray Palmer

The Lost Boys | Allen Frog, David, Edgar Frog, Michael Emerson, Sam Emerson

Mayans MC | Angel, EZ

MCU | Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier, Bruce Banner / Hulk, Captain America / Steve Rogers, Eddie Brock / Venom, Hawkeye / Clint Barton, Loki, Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

NCIS | Timothy McGee, Tony Dinozzo

Outer Banks | JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton

The Outsiders | Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis

Punisher | Billy Russo, Frank Castle

Riverdale | FP Jones, Jughead Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea

Shameless | Lip Gallagher

Sons of Anarchy | Jax Teller, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston

Supernatural | Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Stranger Things | Argyle, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington & Tommy Hagan

Teen Wolf | Stiles Stilinski

The Vampire Diaries | Damon Salvatore

The Walking Dead | Daryl Dixon, Negan, Shane Walsh

[ what i do / don’t write ] 

These are my hard and fast nopes. Any requests sent in for these will be deleted immediately. Save yourself the time and don’t ask.

● sexual assault, non-con, rape or attempted rape and pedophilia. ● incest ● beastiality ● domestic violence ● anything involving urine or feces ● anything that glorifies self harm or mental illness or suicide ● anything that glorifies racism or other harmful ideology  ● underage pairings ● popular pairings/ships - pairings/ships in general ● one shots of any kind unless I’ve made a post that states otherwise beforehand. I don’t write one shots and trust me, none of you want me to, lol. ●

These are the things I’m willing to write, feel comfortable writing and enjoy writing. Feel free to send these + know that you’re going to see a lot of them on the blog as you read.

● nsfw alphabet / fluff alphabet ● headcanons, personalized or just in general ● you can send me your headcanons and if I agree, I’ll elaborate on why. Because it’s always fun to hear an idiot ramble, right? ● aesthetics and moodboards, maybe even playlists? I’ve gotten really into making playlists lately, so.. We shall see. ●fluff ●angst ●friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, you name it. ● hurt comfort and pining, mutual or otherwise ● tropes like ‘there was one bed’ or ‘body heat = warmth’ ● requited/unrequited love ● i dabble in darker themes ( horror, fantasy, etc ) so yeah. ●omegaverse, when/if I feel i haven’t botched it entirely ●friendships, family dynamics ● slice of life ●happy endings -or open endings, for the win ● what if scenarios / au type stuff ● 

[ rules + stuff you need to know ]

Absolutely no minors. I’m over 18.. Way over 18. It just doesn’t feel right or comfortable for me to engage with anyone who is a minor for several reasons. So, if you’re underage / your blog is ageless / ageless and content free / content free, you’re most likely going to end up blocked. 

Anyone sending hate in messages or asks / starting fights or being rude to each other in the comments on my posts will be blocked immediately. I’m not here for it, I don’t want any part of it and frankly, I don’t care enough about fandom drama, ship wars or faceless opinion enough to engage further. It’s a waste of time. Just be kind to each other, please? It’s… really not that hard? TLDR; do not fuck up Ashes’ zen/escape space.

Read all warnings. Tags to look for are ← trigger warning; (trigger) or ← warning; (trigger) / any variant of the bolded including ← tw;trigger or ← cw;trigger or if it's just smut, <- warning. adult content. There will also be a warning area on each post, so it’s worth it to check that out before reading. If you ignore the tags / warnings, whatever you end up seeing as a result is your own fault and is now strictly a you problem. If you’re looking to avoid my adult content altogether, the tags you need to look for are ← minors dni; adult intended content or any variation of that including ☠ this symbol or this one ♥ on my masterlist, in the warnings area/tags.

Any requests containing my own personal nopes listed above will be deleted upon receipt. I can’t stress enough how unwilling I am to compromise my personal boundaries.Please respect this, okay? Just don’t send it if I’ve already clearly stated I won’t write it. Requests are done on my own time, in whatever order I feel most motivated to do them in and all requests will not make the cut. If this is a problem for you, you’re being warned in advance. It’s probably not a good idea to request it from me. 

Any character I write for is 18+, regardless of canon. I do not write for minors. My writing isn’t tailored to them so it’s not about them. So, if you’re looking for a writer who writes those younger fandom characters, look elsewhere. End of story. If this bothers you at all, don’t read, ig.

Reader inserts are gender neutral / gn, female and all must be human.Pairings are typically female/male or gn/male and/or gn/female. I’m a person who was born as and identifies as a female and I happen to be straight, so out of respect for everyone, I’m opting to stay in my little lane. 

Occasionally, I have a reader insert that turns out to be well… a little more heavily personified. If this is a problem for you, the tags you need to be on alert for are any variant of ← warning; heavily personified reader ( traits ). If you’re looking to avoid that on my masterlists when I finally get around to remaking them, you’re going to want to avoid anything with ☻ beside the title/description. I’ll probably also put ☻ in the tags too, just to be sure nobody reads anything they don’t want to. 

I write original character pieces. And self inserts. And I enjoy writing them. I stopped posting them to here but.. I’ve recently come to the decision that I’m going to post them again and IDC if they’re ‘unpopular’ or ‘cringe’. If you’re the kind of person who can’t stand reading something with an original character / self insert present, you’ll need to look for ← warning; original character content or any variant of that and this symbol ❃. I’ll put the symbol in my warnings and in the tags just so nobody is forced to read my self-indulgent bullshit, no worries. 

Last but not least.. If the ask box is off or there’s a HIATUS / SEMI HIATUS notice in my bio area on the blog or pinned as a post, requests are closed. Currently, I am.. Still on hiatus. But, I’m *fingers crossed* hoping to return soon.

#<- rules + about #-- about the writer #-- read before interacting #<- minors dni.

[hedgiwithapen]

DHD Prompt: any au, dante realizing cisco has superpowers (+ talking about it for the first time?)

set during 1x16

Dante Ramon was not the kind of person who woke with the sun, or, if he could help it, before midmorning at best. Of course, being a hostage tied to a chair was not exactly conducive to anyone's sleep schedule. So he was awake, fidgeting in his ropes, when his little brother suddenly froze, still holding one of his tiny screwdrivers and the skeletal metal frame of what he'd promised their captors would be a weapon. 

"Cisco," he hissed softly, not wanting to attract attention and also not wanting to get punched in the face again if Cisco stopped working and Snart noticed. "Cisco?"

Cisco dropped the screwdriver, falling backwards hard enough to trip on the chain connecting him to what had once been a mobster's desk, now a captive engineer's workbench. He clutched at his heart with both hands, clawing at the fabric of his sweat-through graphic tee. Dante thought he might scream, but his mouth just hung open, wordless. 

"Cisco?" Dante asked again, more urgently, less concerned for himself. "What--did you shock yourself, or--" He didn't know the first thing about whatever it was Cisco was doing, but it had to have been dangerous. 

Cisco blinked, still clutching at his chest, his breathing a harsh staccato in Dante's ears. "I--I--oh, dios mio, I--."

"What? What happened?" Dante switched to Spanish, just in case anyone was listening.

"I died," Cisco said in the same language. "I was dead, I...felt it. It was so real..."

Dante wanted to scoff a laugh at that. In any other circumstance, he would have. "What do you mean, you died? You're right here, and you gotta finish those things so we can get out of here."

Cisco stood, still wobbly. "I'm not..sure," he said, looking at his hands. "I...It's a theory. Oh god."

"What's a theory?" Dante asked. 

"The accelerator. It affected people..."

"Yeah, like the Flash, I do watch the news sometimes."

"It affected people who were near it. They got powers...when they died."

"I'm sorry, what." Dante said, flat. "That's crazy. I can accept weird laser guns that shoot ice and whatever the hell the Flash is, but--"

"Ok, first of all, it's not a laser," Cisco said, "and I'm not going to explain the science of it because you literally could not understand it, and second of all that's where you suspend your disbelief? Really? Right there?"

"It's 9 am," Dante shot back, " and you're saying you just got resurrected."

"No, I.. I think it was... a vision. Of what was supposed to happen today. The Flash... changed time, uh, yesterday. Reset button. I think...none of this was supposed to happen."

"No shit, this isn't exactly how I like spending my nights," Dante said. "Or mornings. or any time of day."

"Shh, I have to think," Cisco said, going back to his tools. He gripped the tiny screwdriver tightly. Dante rolled his eyes. 

"Ok, so you died. And what, your power is... having a vision of it?"

"I guess," Cisco said. 

Dante clicked his tongue. "The Flash got superspeed, that one dude on the news could set himself on fire and fly, and you get to see... a past that didn't happen. Damn, sucks."

"That dude on the news is engaged to my friend, the one you were flirting with at your party," Cisco said. "And it's not the worst power."

"Not great, either," Dante said, deciding to ignore the part about flirting with a woman who’s fiance might be able to set him on an unfortunate amount of fire. "It's not going to get us out of here."

"Yeah, well that's what my engineering is for," Cisco snapped. "Will you shut up and let me think?"

Dante decided to shut up. 

"What are you doing, chatting instead of working?" Snart asked, lumbering in in his stupid parka, even though it was March and the temperatures had been rising steadily. It hadn't even rained, much less snowed, in weeks. "This isn't social hour."

"Sorry," Cisco said quickly, "I'm working as fast as I can."

"Hm," Snart said, moving towards Dante. "Maybe, or maybe you're stalling. Trying to buy your speedster friend time to find you? Don't try to play me, kid. I told you what would happen if you did."

"Wait," Cisco said, voice rising in panic.

Dante braced for the blow.

There was a crash, a shattering of metal and wood and the thud of a body slamming into something solid, and Dante squinted his eyes open. 

The desk was in what could only be described as shreds, splinters and fragments scattered across the room, and Snart, bleeding from the head, crumbled against the far wall directly under a dent in the wood paneling.

"Cisco, what the--"

"Ok, I think maybe it's not just visions?" Cisco said, his voice still high and startled. "Uh--" he worked his ankle free, the end of the chain no longer attached to anything, and stumbled over pieces of the 3D printer to reach Dante, something sharp in hand. He sawed through the ropes. "We gotta get out of here."

"You think?" Dante said, standing and regretting immediately. His legs felt like static, all pins and needles, but there was no time for that. "Where are we going?"

Cisco shook his head. "I don't know. Not home. And not STAR Labs."

"Why not?" 

"Because that's where my boss killed me."

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #the flash #cisco ramon #dante ramon #yes i did watch episode 16 twenty three times what the fuck of it ??

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Some Flash (TV) fic recs for @genworkjune:

Life in Technicolour by templeandarche

"This is my family. I found it all on my own. It's little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good". - Stitch

G, 1k, Joe West, Barry Allen, Iris West

with each passing day (the backpack remix) by dancesontrains

"So," Joe said, folding his hands together like he had seen his own father do when he was young, "why were you trying to break your father out of jail?"

Barry looked at Joe. "Because you won't."

G, 1k, Joe West, Barry Allen

Triggers by kitkatt0430

Barry had thought he was fine when he woke up from his coma. Just a few extra powers, nothing to stop him from going right back to work and getting on with his life.

Except... it's not really so easy to bounce back from trauma and the first thunderstorm after Barry wakes up reminds him of this quite firmly.

G, 3k, Barry Allen, David Singh, Rob Singh, Eddie Thawne

Prodigal by cardinalstar

Being an older brother is never easy. Being Cisco Ramon's older brother, Dante finds, is distinctly challenging.

He wishes he didn't see siblinghood as a competition, but when he's been struggling to stay ahead his entire life, it's hard to do anything else.

G, 6k, Dante Ramon, Cisco Ramon, Cisco & Dante's parents

Infinitesimal by sibley (ferns)

The particle accelerator explodes, and Cisco is among hundreds who tender their resignations to Dr. Harrison Wells.

He gets a new job at Mercury Labs relatively quickly. It's nice. Good coworkers, even if some of them are a little weird. Good boss, even if she's strict. Good pay, even if he doesn't always feel like he deserves it after helping someone destroy half the city and ruin people's lives. So overall, it's pretty good.

Well. Except for all the supervillains suddenly trying to recruit him.

T, 11k, Cisco Ramon, Tina McGee, ect

Under the Mask by himynameisv

Everyone thought it was due to trauma over his mother's death. Joe knew better. AU with mute!Barry. One-shot.

T, 1.8k, Joe West, Barry Allen, contains mentions of canonical character deaths

Surprise by sibley (ferns)

“This was a bad idea,” Dawn muttered, pacing back and forth in Cisco’s kitchen. “No, it was a great idea. No, it was a bad idea. No, it was a great idea. No, it was a bad idea. No, it was a great idea. No, it was a bad idea. No-”

G, 1k, Dawn Allen, Cisco Ramon, Iris West, Barry Allen (the first fic I read with a Trans Tornado Twins headcanon, which has stuck so much it's a permanant headcanon now)

all love ever does is (begin again) by shrinkthisviolet

“I’m not exactly a model of healthy grief. But you? You’re Barry Allen, you’re the Flash. Love is your greatest strength—and what’s grief if not love enduring?”

“That’s weirdly sentimental of you.”

Harry’s lips quirk up. “I’m not completely heartless, you know.”

After Flashpoint, Barry finally takes the time to grieve his father.

T, 3k, Barry Allen, Harry Wells, Iris West ect, contains discussions of canonical character death

Reconstruction by kitkatt0430

Kendra Saunders dreams of flying on her own. But the thing is, it has to be her choice.

T, 1.5k, Kendra Saunders (aromantic Kendra!)

an hour in a week (to focus on my thoughts) by shrinkthisviolet

"I'm worried about you, West."

"Well, you shouldn't be. I'm always fine, and I'll be fine now too."

"Are you trying to convince me," Harry asked, "or yourself?"

While Iris is hiding on Earth-2, she and Harry talk, and Iris lets herself feel.

T, 1k, Iris West, Harry Wells, contains discussions of impending character death (set during series 3)

The Haunting of Harrison Wells by QuarticMoose

Harrison Wells died in 1958. Nearly sixty years later, Barry meets a ghost in STAR Labs...

T, 17.9k, Iris West, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Harrison Wells, Eobard Thawne, contains canonical character death (though it's an AU) and briefly mentioned animal death (possibly best not read in bed with the lights switched off)

#ta dah #took longer to make a rec list than planned because obviously i had to go read all the fics again #and i may add some more recs later but for now here's this #dc tv universe #dc #fic rec #genworkjune #*

[wild-lavender-rose]

D.C. Masterlist

- Misquotes -

Batman (Robert Pattinson)

#1- Flattery

The Flash Series -

- One-shots -

H.R. Wells

Kiss Me Again

- Would Include... -

H.R. Wells

Dating H.R. Wells would include...

Becoming work-obsessed while dating H.R. Wells would include...

Harrison Wells

Dating a work-obsessed Harrison Wells would include...

Cisco Ramon

Dating Cisco Ramon would include...

- Misquotes -

Harrison Wells

#1-Goldbach conjecture

Cisco Ramon

#1- Twizzlers

#2- One with the Force

Fanfic Masterlist

#dc #batman #the batman #harrison wells #cisco #cisco ramon #hr wells #the flash #justice league #dc fanfiction #dc masterlist #wells #the flash series #hr wells x you #harrison wells x you #harrison wells x reader

[just-my-fandom]

You Know I Love You, Right? (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Eventual (Cisco Ramon x Kamilla)

Man I’ve been trying to get this posted since damn March of last year. This writers block ain’t no joke. Hope you enjoy this angsty shit with lots of tears.

Summary; After accidentally running to the future, Barry watches as Savitar kills his sister. Given months in advance, Barry and the team try to stop this supposed murder. When all else fails, Cisco is left to raise a child alone, years later finding someone who was willing to love both of them. In the process, his ex-wives doppelgänger shows up to help on a mission, bringing Cisco back to what it was like before she died, only to witness it all over again.

Pairings; Cisco Ramon x Wife! Reader , Barry Allen x Sister! Reader, Joe West x Daughter figure! Reader, Iris West x Friend! Reader, Caitlin Snow x Best Friend! Reader, Future Kamilla Wang x Cisco Ramon, Baby Ramon included.

Warnings; Death, blood, cursing, panic attack, crying, child with no mother, reader can teleport and child inherits her powers.

Word Count: 6K😳 my longest one chapter fic. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING REPOST.

Translations;

“Que clase de flor es esa?” - “What kind of flower is that?”

“Girasol,” -“Sunflower,”

“Ser buena para Papa Joe,” - “Be good for Papa Joe,”

July, 2017, four months until destruction.

“Hey,”

A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”

“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”

Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”

“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”

Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.

With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”

“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”

“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”

Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”

“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”

“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”

“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”

“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”

“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,

“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”

“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, tears glossing your eyes, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”

Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”

“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”

“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.

. . .

“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.

You still haven’t.

“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,

“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”

You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”

The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,

“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”

Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”

“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, hiccuping, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”

You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,

“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”

“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”

Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”

“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”

“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”

September, 2017, two months until destruction.

Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.

He sees you sitting in silence. One lamp is on, while you sit on the kitchen counter, hot mug in hand.

He sees the tremble in your hands. As quick as you sip the tea, you set it down, Cisco by now having reached you and stood between your legs,

“Hi,” Your whisper is tired, exhausted, shaking fingers sliding to his sides as his own hold your face, pressing one, two slow kisses to your lips, holding you against him, “Anything?”

Ciscos head shakes weakly. He leans back to look at you, eyes glossy as they searched your face.

Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling upon the rise of tears, exhaling so Ciscos arms slid to hold your waist, gently tugging you towards the edge of the counter, “C’mon,” His murmur is soft, your eyes immediately looking to his face, “Let’s go to bed,”

“Just stay,” Your whisper back is just as quiet, eyes meeting his as he pauses, your hands at his shoulders, “For a second. Please,”

Ciscos nod is short, fully embracing you as your arms tighten around his shoulders and neck, foreheads meeting as your eyes shut. Ciscos thumbs brush your hips beneath your shirt, tilting his head up just enough to press his lips between your brows,

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Your fingers curl in his hair, opening your eyes as he looks down at you, “I love you, too. So, so much, Cisco,”

Cisco ducks down to press a long kiss to your lips, hand holding your chin in place before he pulls back, slowly, lifting you enough to set your feet on the ground, leading you to your shared bedroom, mindful of the toddler sleeping across the hall.

October, 2017, one month until destruction.

“Here’s what I quite don’t understand,”

HRs sudden voice drags everyone’s attention to him. The man stands with a hand to his chin, before he directs it to point to you, “Of all outcomes we have seen, Miss Ramon doesn’t use her powers of- what is it- teleportation, in any of them. Why’s that?”

“The downside to my powers is my emotions effect how I use them,” You explain, quietly, “If I’m stressed or scared, I can’t use them at all. If I’m sad, even really really happy, they glitch and I can teleport anywhere,”

“When I proposed, she teleported to Canada,” Cisco lightens, your smile light as you look at him.

“I have to really be able to focus on my powers for them to work properly. It’s why I almost never use them. This whole thing with Savitar, I’m so stressed I can’t use my powers even if I tried,”

HR nods, eyes drifting in thought. Then what was the purpose of your powers?

He’s realized, there was none.

November, 2017, one week until destruction.

You stand in silence. Your daughter lies curled against your shoulder, dark hair sprawled over her forehead and thumb barely hanging from her mouth.

“Baby,” Ciscos murmur is quiet, your eyes opening to see him now in front of you, one hand at your arm while the other curls (D/N)s hair from her shut eyes,

“You’ve been standing here for a while. You want me to take her?” Cisco extends his hands, questioningly, your eyes fluttering with tears as you shake your head, hand raising to cradle your daughters head.

“I’m so scared, Cisco,” You move your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your violent sniffle, “I don’t want her growing up without a mom. I won’t get to watch her grow up,”

“Hey,” Ciscos eyes are glossy as he steps up, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest, mindful of your child in the middle. His hand slides into your hair, sighing against your forehead, “We’re going to figure everything out, baby,”

You move to the side to lay your child in her crib, twisting to press yourself back into Ciscos front so his arms tightly wound around you, nose in your neck in search for his own comfort.

November 2017, the day before destruction.

You find yourself wide awake. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, you listen to the slight shuffle of Cisco closing your daughters bedroom door, then your own as he moved into the room.

Ciscos quiet as he slides into bed next to you, his arm instantly sliding around your shoulders so you scoot to press yourself against his front, head ducking beneath his chin.

Ciscos exhale is deep, free hand pressed to the back of your head as he presses his lips to the crown of your hair, hearing your sniffle muffle against his shirt. “I’ve got you, baby,” His murmur is breathy, fingers knotted in your hair. “You’re okay,”

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, hiccup loud against the silent bedroom as Ciscos fingers tighten their grip in your hair, free arm around your shoulders to hold you against him.

“I’m sorry,” You lean back, Ciscos eyes flicking across your face as you wipe your eyes, “I’m been so emotional instead of helping you guys figure out how to stop all this shit from happening, and-,”

“And you’re allowed to be,” Cisco murmurs, hand curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. Ciscos jaw clenches, “We’re allowed to be emotional,”

Your hands find their place at each side of his face, pulling him down so his lips meet yours, breathlessly. Ciscos hand slides to grasp your hip, his sniffle causing you to lean back and wipe the tear beneath his eye.

“I love you, you know that, right?” You repeat his words, Cisco smiling despite the tremble in his lip as he nods.

“I love you, too,”

Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.

Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.

Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.

Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.

His sister.

“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”

Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”

“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.

“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”

Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “Take care of our baby, Cisco. Pl-please,”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Cisco begs, Barry’s chest tightening along with his stomach, sure he was going to puke from the nerves. “I’m right here,”

Your eyelids droop, Cisco shaking his head for the thousandth time, “No. No, no,”

Barry can feel his chest caving in. He failed. He knew it. Iris’ hand comes to his shoulder, worried, but he yanks it free, speeding off in fear of facing the now single father.

December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.

“Kiss mama bye bye,”

Cisco can feel all eyes on him. But his attention focuses on the toddler in his arms, both of them staring at the casket in front of them.

Cisco raises his hand to pat his lips in a kiss, waiting for (D/N) to copy before he leans down, pressing his hand to the wood of the casket. “Kiss mama bye bye,”

(D/N) pats her hand hard on the casket, Cisco standing straight with a teary smile. “There you go,”

His daughter manages to catch the tear that slides down Ciscos cheek, propping her arm on his shoulder to twirl his hair around her small hand, “Why sad?”

“I’m not sad, sweetheart,” Cisco wipes his chin, then brushes his hand over (D/N)s head to push hair from her eyes, “I’m just missing mama, that’s all,”

“She coming back?” (D/N) glances down at the casket before the group around her, thumb now in her mouth to gnaw on.

“I don’t know, baby,” Cisco hates this. He doesn’t know what to tell her.

He inhales a deep breath when Caitlin walks up, her hand squeezing his arm with her own watery smile towards the little girl.

“Are you hungry, mi amor?” Cisco murmurs to the toddler, who only stared at her godmother and reached out to her. Caitlin giggles tearfully as she takes the child, eyes focusing back on Cisco who swallows.

“I’ve got her,” Caitlin promises, Cisco nodding as his jaw clenches, immediately looking over to see Joe and Barry.

“This hurts,” Ciscos breath is airy, voice strained, “So fucking much. We’ve been preparing for the worse since damn six months ago and-,”

“You’re never prepared for it,” Joe speaks, Cisco raising his hands to his face to wipe his eyes, “But all you can do is be there for that little girl,”

“What am I supposed to tell her?” Cisco doesn’t mean to give an attitude, but his emotions are in a whirlwind and his chest is caving. “‘Sorry that you were born into a world where meta humans and evil doppelgängers live that killed your mother’? That’ll go well,”

“Cisco,” Barry tries, quietly, but Cisco shakes his head, eyes now on him.

“Go back,” Ciscos plea doesn’t go unnoticed, “Go back in time. Figure out a way to save her,”

“You know I can’t do that,” Barry’s voice breaks, Ciscos eyebrows pinching,

“You did it for your mom!” Ciscos voice raises, Caitlin worriedly looking over from across the lot, “You did it for your dad! But your sister dies and she’s not worth it,”

“I won’t do it because if I don’t fix it, the timeline could be altered, again,” Barry steps forward, Joe calling for him, “Someone else could be killed. Someone could never exist, your daughter could never exist, there’s too many risks!”

“But you have to try,” Ciscos eyes are brimmed red by now, chest heaving as Barry is forced to watch his best friend break down, “You have to try and bring her back, please. (D/N) lost her mom, Barry,”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” A hot tear slides down Barrys cheek, Cisco shaking his head as he steps back, “Cisco-,”

“Don’t,” Cisco moves back towards Caitlin, hands out to take his daughter again.

“Let me drive you,” Caitlin offers, Cisco nodding as (D/N) curls into his shoulder, his eyes pinching shut at her small embrace.

December 25th, 2017. 26 days after destruction.

“Hey! You made it,” Joes smile is wide when he opens the front door to his house, Cisco and (D/N) in front of him.

Cisco smiles in greet, looking down at (D/N) who held a box, jumping as she held it up to her grandfather. “Papa Joe!”

Cisco takes the box from her to let Joe pick her up, stepping into the house to ruffle the snow from his hair. “If you can’t tell, (D/N) wrapped this for you,”

“You did?” Joe takes the box in his free arm, looking down at it then the toddler, “What is it?”

“You open it, Papa Joe,” (D/N) wraps her arms around Joes neck as he leads her further into the house, where the rest of the group greets the two new arrivals with cheers.

Cisco is greeted by Caitlin almost immediately, her smile warm as she looks him over, “You doing okay?”

“Physically? She’s got a sleeping schedule down to let me sleep a full eight hours,” Cisco jokes, weakly, eyebrows lifting, “Mentally? I’m hanging in there,”

“You know if you ever need me to take her for a day or two I can,” Caitlin reminds, Cisco nodding as his eyes drift to the near two year old.

“I know. But I feel like she needs me. It’s still all new with just us two, so…”

“And that’s okay,” Caitlin ends the conversation to watch (D/N) pat the box she had wrapped, Joe heaving her onto his lap before the box, pulling the bow loose to open the box.

“A picture!” Joe gives the toddler excitement, pulling a piece of paper from the unnecessary box, scanning it, “Who’s all these people?”

As (D/N) begins to list off each member of team flash, everyone else begins to pass around gifts. “This is daddy and mama,” Cisco looks up at this. He remembers seeing her draw every member, but not you. “Mama has ring ‘bove her head cause daddy says she’s a angel,”

“A halo, sweetheart,” Cisco moves to sit next to Joe, pulling (D/N) onto his own lap, “And she is,”

“Well it’s wonderful,” Joe pinches (D/N)s cheek, lifting a box at his feet to hand to her, “Now be very careful unwrapping this one, there’s something special in here,”

Cisco helps (D/N) unwrap the paper carefully like Joe demanded, (D/N) reaching in to pull out a small stuffed bear, older but looking clean nothing less,

“This was your mamas when she was little,” Joe states, Cisco staring down at the plush toy to see your initials on the tie of the bear, “Little bit older than you, but it was hers,”

Cisco smiles at Joe, thankfully, when (D/N) hugs the bear to her chest, holding it up for Cisco to see.

“There’s something for you, too,” Joe informs to Cisco, eyeing the box so Ciscos brows pinch, reaching in like (D/N) had done, pulling out a smaller box. Lifting the lid, he stares down at the gold necklace, on the chain being the first promise ring Cisco had given you when you first began dating.

“I know you don’t wear jewelry,” Joe begins, “But she left it when she moved out and I thought you should have it,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco swallows the lump in his throat with a small laugh, clasping the necklace around his neck before tucking it under his sweater, “Thank you, Joe,”

Joe nods once, clapping his hands as he stands, lifting (D/N), “Alright, who’s hungry?”

July 2021, three years since destruction.

“I’ve met someone,”

Caitlin instantly looks up at this. Cisco stares at his computer screen, hesitantly looking up to see Caitlin and Barry’s reactions.

“That’s great,” Caitlin breathes, “What’s her name?”

“Kamilla,” Cisco exhales, leaning back in his seat, “I’ve known her for a couple of weeks, now, but-,”

“But you’re scared,” Caitlin tilts her head, “And that’s completely understandable, Cisco,”

“I should be fine,” Cisco sits up, refusing to look at Barry, “Y/Ns been gone for three years, now. But-,”

Again, Caitlin cuts him off, “But you’re worried about (D/N),”

“I’m worried about (D/N),” Cisco confirms, “I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Y/N. Because I’m not! Y/N…” Cisco pauses to swallow, standing up to pace in front of his two best friends,

“Y/N was there since- everything! Since Thawne, since Zoom. She liked everything I loved and I loved her. So much I married her and we had a kid,” Cisco faces the two, eyes glossy, “I still think about her when I wake up, how (D/N) still doesn’t know what truly happened to her mom and how when Kamilla finds out, if we even went further-,”

“Take a breath,” Caitlin places her hands at Ciscos arms, “Kamilla will understand when she finds out, when you’re comfortable enough to tell her,” Caitlin’s lips press together, “You’re never going to fully get over Y/N. She was your first love, and that’s okay. No one’s rushing you to fall in love with someone else. That’s something you choose in your own time,”

Cisco stares at Caitlin, eyes flicking to Barry. Barry nods, smiling warmly. “I want my niece to have a mother figure. And I trust you that you’ll choose the right one capable for that,”

Ciscos shoulders deflate, nose scrunching, “Should I introduce them?”

“I would let Kamilla at least know that Y/Ns no longer here,” Caitlin hesitates, “But I think they would both love that,”

August 2021, three years after destruction.

“So this is the girl you’ve talked nonstop about,”

(D/N) looks up in alarm at the new voice. She sits next to Cisco at the corner booth in Jitters, staring at the coloring page before Kamilla makes an appearance.

“That she is,” Cisco smiles, brushing a curl out of (D/N)s face, “Kamilla, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Kamilla,”

“Are you my daddy’s girlfriend?” The five year old tilts her head, Kamilla eyes flicking to Cisco so he winced, Kamillas lips pulling into a small smile,

“Only if I have your permission,” Kamilla sits down across of the two, Cisco curiously looking down at his daughter beside him. (D/N) jabs a crayon onto the page, coloring in one of the sunflowers at the bottom of the page.

“Daddy talks a lot about you,” (D/N) glances up at Kamilla, as if looking her up and down. “It’s a yes from me,”

“Very good vocabulary,” Kamillas eyebrows raise as she looks at Cisco, who smiles behind his Jitters cup.

“I’ve been trying to get her to learn some Spanish, too, for when she’s with my parents. (D/N),” He pauses to point at the flower she was coloring, “Que clase de flor es esa?”

(D/N) pauses as she looks to Cisco for help, before she blinks, “Girasol,”

“Sunflower, buena,” Cisco grins as Kamilla giggles,

“You’re gonna need to teach me some, how’s that sound?”

“I can try,” (D/N) smiles as she tilts her head bashfully, picking up her cup of chocolate milk to sip the drink.

Kamilla looks at Cisco, “She looks a lot like you. You did good,”

Cisco smiles, looking down at the child for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “She’s got a lot of her moms looks. Personality, though? All me,”

“Mama used to say I was her clone,” (D/N) grins, nonchalantly shrugging a shoulder, “Mama died when I was a baby,”

Ciscos lips press together, sighing through his nose as Kamilla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was a wonderful lady,”

(D/N) looks up at Cisco. “Is Papa Joe still coming?”

Kamillas brows pinch, Cisco looking at her. “Barrys dad is coming to pick her up. I just wanted you two to meet before he did,”

“That’s okay,” Kamilla smiles, spotting Joe walking towards the three before she reaches a hand out to (D/N), “It was very nice to meet you, (D/N). We still up for that Spanish lesson?”

“Only if you can keep up,” (D/N) pats Kamillas hand in a high five before turning to Joe, reaching up so Joe took the sign to pick her up.

“I’ll bring her back by the apartment tomorrow morning,” Joe informs, smiling to Kamilla in greet as Cisco nods.

“Ser buena para Papa Joe, okay?” Cisco points to (D/N), who nods, “I love you,” He looks to Joe, “Thanks for taking her,”

Joe nods, waving before he turns to leave the cafe, Kamillas eyes then looking back at Cisco, “I like her,”

October 2021, three years after destruction.

“(D/N), we’re gonna be late, amor, please,”

Cisco finds himself squatted in the middle of his kitchen. His daughter stands feet in front of him, pout on her face and arms crossed, dressed in mixed matched clothes that proved she dressed herself.

“I wanna wear this!” She pleas, curly black hair shaking as she hops on her feet. She wore a neon green sweater, while red and black checkered pants hugged her legs, one foot with a pink sandal while the other displayed a winter boot,

“Baby, it’s almost eighty degrees, you’re going to burn up,” Cisco rises to his full height to step towards his daughter, but she shakes her head, startling Cisco by vanishing out of thin air.

“Holy shit,” Cisco whirls around, shoulders dropping in relief to find (D/N) had teleported to the front door of the apartment, hand on the doorknob.

“We’re gonna be late!” She yells, as if she didn’t just teleport herself across the kitchen, already opening the door with a giggle,

“(D/N), hold on,” Cisco calls, catching her arm before kneeling down again, hands brushing her frizzy hair from her face, “How’d you get yourself across the room?”

(D/N) shrugs a shoulder, head tilted, “Papa Joe said mama had powers, I do too!”

Cisco cant help but blink. When did she find this out? “Okay,” Cisco heaves a deep breath, sticking his hands out to lift her up, “Please let me change you into decent clothes. I can’t have you overheating,”

“Can I wear my Spider-Man dress?”

“Sure. Yeah, you can wear your Spider-Man dress,”

November 2021, three years since destruction.

“So, (D/N) can teleport now,”

Caitlin blinks. That’s new. “What?” Barry’s question is heaved, eyes on his best friend standing with his arms crossed, “How’s that even possible?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out myself,” Cisco throws his arms out, eyes on Caitlin in a plea, “Can Dark Matter become genetic?”

“I’ve never heard of a meta child,” Caitlin hums, “But her powers are the same as Y/Ns, so it’s the only thing to make sense,”

“But, Jenna didn’t get Cecile’s powers,” Cisco shakes his head,

“That we know of,” Caitlin states, “Jenna’s still a baby. She can’t even talk yet. (D/N)s in that stage where shes developed more. How’d you find out anyway?”

“She teleported across the kitchen this morning,” Cisco sighs, hand at his temple, “Freaked out because I wouldn’t let her leave dressed like- she dressed herself. Teleported to the door before I could reach her,”

“Baby super hero?” Barry teases, shoulders up suggestingly

“Absolutely not!” Cisco demands, “I’m not putting my five year old on the field, dude,”

“I was kidding!” Barry laughs, “But, seriously. We’re going to have to train her to not just teleport whenever she wants. She does it in front of the wrong people and she could be in danger,”

“Yeah, thanks for calming my thoughts, man,” Cisco groans, “What if her powers work the same way Y/Ns did? Y/Ns powers reacted depending on her emotions. It’s likely to happen with (D/N), too,”

“That’s why we need to train her,” Caitlin soothes, “I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s got the best coaches to train her,”

December 2021, one week until destruction strikes again.

“Thanks for coming to our Earth to help, Y/N,”

Your doppleganger turns to smile at Barry. “Of course. Ramsey was a hard one for us to deal with, but I’m hoping to help you guys take him a little easier than we did,”

“There’s something I should tell you before you meet the team,” Barry’s wrings his hands together, “The you from this Earth, you died,”

“Oh,” You flick your eyes down, glancing to the side. “How?”

“Savitar,” Barry sighs, noticing the surprise on your face, “Is there a Savitar on your earth, too?”

“Was, but yeah,” You nod, rubbing your forehead. “We lost someone too from him. Originally it was supposed to be Iris, but HR took her place. Technology that helped him look like her, and,” You sigh, “Yeah,”

Barry nods, “Ciscos going to react when he sees you. You’ve been gone four years this month, which is terrible timing for us needing you, but,”

“I have to ask,” You plea, “Do we have a kid on this Earth too?”

“You do, yeah,” Barry rubs the side of his face, “(D/N),”

You nod, curling your arms to cross, “We named her (D/N), too. Guess all Earths aren’t so different after all,” You clear your throat, “Let’s get this over with,”

“You gonna be okay?” Barry questions, your nod light before you follow him into the entrance of the Cortex, where Barry clears his throat to gain the attention of five members.

Wally is the first to speak, “Holy shit,”

“I know this might be a surprise,” Barry starts, your chin tilting down when Ciscos eyes begin to burn from staring at you. “But we could really use her help with Ramsey,”

“Of all people, bringing her doppelgänger was the answer?” Cisco now speaks up, your eyes flicking up to him as he stands, “I’ll be in my lab,”

“Cisco,” Barry pleas, your hand raising as you frown,

“Let me talk to him,”

By the time you make it to Ciscos lab- which looked exactly like his on your earth- he has already sat down and stared at a project. “Cisco,”

“I don’t want you in here,”

“Cisco, Barry told me,” You state, “About the me from this earth,”

“Great, so you know that I don’t want you here,”

“Cisco, I understand-,” “No you don’t!” The man stands up almost as quick as he’s sat down, turning to stare at you, actually look at you, “You don’t understand. You look just like her,”

Cisco turns to run his hand through his hair, turning back around, “This isn’t some joke,”

“I didn’t say it was,”

Cisco forces a laugh, eyes gleaming from his labs lighting, head tilting back, “You died in front of me when I told you everything would be okay. I told you we would figure it out and instead you died that night,”

Your arms cross again, letting the man reveal his four year hidden feelings, “And now my daughter has no mom because I lied to you. We didn’t figure it out,”

“You can’t hold onto that guilt forever, Cisco,”

“How can I not?!” Ciscos shout startles you, “How can I not be guilty when you died because I lied to you? We spent six months trying to find ways to save you and every single outcome we had failed. You died, Y/N, and now I’m spilling my emotions to my ex-wives doppelgänger,”

Ciscos hands raise to his head, tugging at the strands as his eyes pinch shut, head ducking down with a heavy exhale.

You swallow. Stepping up, closer to him, you reach out to pull one arm down from his hair, “I’m gonna hug you, okay?”

Ciscos sniffle is loud as he nods, his arms wounding around your shoulders as yours loop around his back, feeling Cisco exhale into your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Cisco murmurs, your eyes shutting as your bodies lightly swayed, “I’ve tried so hard to be there for her, but she looks just like you and I can’t-,”

“I know,” You sigh, own eyes glossy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Cisco,”

Cisco shakes his head, arms tightening around you as his chin props on top of your head, “How did we save you on your Earth?”

You frown, “I wasn’t Savitars target. Iris was,”

Ciscos grip slightly loosens. “She didn’t die, though. HR did,”

Cisco leans back, wiping his hands across his face with a deep sigh. “I needed that,” He mumbles, dropping his hands to look at you, “The hug. The last time I saw you, you were dying in my arms. I just… It’s hard,”

“I know,” You murmur, eyes flicking downwards to his chest, staring at the necklace around his neck, “You kept it,”

Cisco instantly looks down, clutching the ring on the chain in his hand, “Joe gave it to me the first Christmas after. Along with your old teddy bear for (D/N),”

“Oh, God, he actually kept it?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes, Ciscos smile light as he chuckles, “Hope he doesn’t pop up with it for my (D/N),”

Cisco blinks, “You named her (D/N), too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “We thought of that name before kids were even in the question, remember?”

Cisco smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” He sighs, “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,”

“It was understandable,” You point, “I’d freak if my Ciscos doppelgänger showed up unannounced too,”

Cisco heaves a breath through his nose, eyes staring at you, “She has your powers,” He whispers, head shaking with a weak laugh, “And I don’t know how to help her control them,”

“That’s something we don’t share between Earths,” You hum, Ciscos brows furrowing, “My (D/N) actually has your vibes,”

“Seriously? But I got rid of my powers!” Cisco whines, your laugh light as you nod,

“Trust me, Cisco on my Earth was not happy either,” You pinch your brows, “But, I may be able to help you with your (D/N),”

Ciscos eyes widen in slight panic, “You can’t see her,” His head shakes, “It’ll mess with her head, she knows you’re-,”

“Cisco, calm down,” You raise your hands, moving to his desk to grab his notepad, “I’ll write tips down for you. I’d never do anything to expose myself to my daughter who lost me,” You pause your writing, eyes looking at him, “I promise after everything with Ramsey is handled, I’ll leave,”

Cisco nods, rolling his jaw in thought, “Thank you for being here,”

“I’m sorry for being here,” You answer, “I know it’s hard. I never meant to break the healing you were doing. I just wanted to help my brother in any way or on any Earth that I could,”

“And I appreciate it,” Cisco states, “Even if you aren’t our Y/N, I promise to make sure you get safely back to your Earth,”

You smile, lifting the notepad before handing it to him, stepping to the side to exit his lab.

January, 2022, destruction strikes again.

“She didn’t make it off the table,”

The team of six stand in silence. Cisco feels the emotions all over again, but this time he feels numb at the same time.

Leant forward on the control panel, Ciscos eyes stare towards the lab where you were taken. Ramsey had won. Another one was lost.

“Someone should go to Earth 9 to let her team know,” Iris speaks, hesitantly, eyes on Cisco as his eyes shut, pinched.

Just like four years ago, you had died in front of him again. He knew it wasn’t you, but the emotions were just as hard.

“I can go,” Barry murmurs, Cisco pushing off the desk at the same time to turn around, exiting the Cortex in quick steps.

When Kamilla finds him in his lab, he is staring at the notepad on his desk. “What’re you thinking about?”

Ciscos eyes flutter, glossy as he drops his head, sighing, “How I lied to her again,” He lifts his head, looking at the woman beside him, eyes brimmed red, “I promised her I’d get her back home after Ramsey was dealt with. But-,”

Cisco sinks down into the chair behind him, hands over his face. His hands drop, eyes watching as Kamilla sits in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” He speaks, hands rubbing together, “I thought it’d be easier this time. She wasn’t even our Y/N, and yet,” Cisco shakes his head, hand over his jaw.

“Her team is going to find out she didn’t make it,” His knee bounces, exhaling, “God, her (D/N) doesn’t have a mom now, either,”

“Tell me about her,” Kamilla speaks, softly, Ciscos brows pinched as he looks up at her, “Your Y/N,”

Cisco hesitates, and Kamilla states it’s because with her now helping raise your daughter- Kamilla knew almost nothing about you to talk to your daughter about.

“We met through Barry,” Cisco starts, hands fidgeting together, “She was his twin sister. After Barry got struck by lightning Y/N ran to STAR Labs freaking out- we almost had to kick her out because she barged in unannounced,”

Cisco cracks a smile. “She became a part of Team Flash with us after we learned about Barry’s powers. She was the next one to come up with powers, when we threw a surprise party for her-,” Cisco heaves a weak laugh, “-We scared her so bad she literally just vanished in thin air, turned out she teleported to Spain and managed to teleport herself back to the labs,”

“We started dating and got married in the same year,” Cisco rolls his eyes, “But I loved her. I knew she was the one and I didn’t want to chance letting her go,”

Kamilla notices his eyes start to distance as he stared at his hands, “She had (D/N), and not even a year later was when we found out about Savitar. It was killing her, because she knew she wouldn’t get to watch our baby grow up,”

At his rough sniffle, Kamilla rolls her chair up in front of him to wrap her arms around his shoulders, his head resting against her chest. “It’s why I wanted to get rid of my powers so quickly,” Cisco breathes, Kamilla brushing a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to chance (D/N) losing her dad, too. Not after I promised to Y/N I’d protect our daughter,”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Kamilla hums, Cisco slightly leaning back, “About stepping back from all of it?”

Cisco nods, Kamilla tilting her head, “I think it’s time we do that. But only if you’re ready to,”

A long pause, Cisco looking up at her with a single nod, “I’m ready to,”

#cisco ramon imagine #cisco ramon x reader #cisco ramon the flash #cisco ramon one shot #cisco ramon #Kamilla wang

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

Here's a Harrisco prompt for you :D

Sick Fic + Harry taking care of Cisco

Here it is! Thanks for the inspiration! -hugs tight-

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"Why do you have so many socks... and why don't any of them match?" Harry asked in something close to wonder as he stared down into Cisco's wide-open sock drawer. It was nearly stuffed full, and looked like a unicorn had puked up a rainbow of various colors, styles, thicknesses, and comfort levels of socks.

"We live in a world of mismatched socks, Harry. Just... find a couple of fuzzy ones." Cisco was heard mumbling from somewhere underneath the enormous pile of equally mismatched blankets on his bed.

When he hadn't come into work that morning, Harry had called to scold him because they were right in the middle of adjustments on the security system (which, let's face it, needed them badly) and Cisco had promised to bring coffee and bear claws from Jitters first thing so they could knock it out. But when the shorter man had answered his phone, he'd sounded less than enthused about functioning on any level. When pressed, all he'd said was, 'My stomach hurts, man.' And then he hung up the phone.

Harry could let hanging up on him go. Even not having coffee and pastries, but Cisco being sick?

Harry showed up without warning, finding Cisco bent over the toilet of his small bathroom, yacking up everything in his stomach. He never once questioned Harry just appearing in his apartment (he pretty much slept there most nights anyway) and though he hadn't said it out loud, Cisco seemed relieved that he had someone there to hold his hair out of the way. Harry didn't even have to strong-arm him into showering. And while Cisco was getting clean, he busied himself with making tea, finding a bucket for his bedside, and rifling up Cisco's favorites from his movie collection.

When Cisco had wandered into the bedroom, hair up in a towel, drowning in an oversized STAR Labs sweatshirt and some decidedly bright green sweatpants, he only paused a moment as Harry threw back the covers (where had he found all these damn blankets?) and motioned to the bed. He gave Harry a slight, tired smirk, then crawled in almost happily.

It wasn't till he'd chosen a movie to watch on his bedroom television (it was a fairly good setup for a bedroom) and had discarded the towel that he began to shiver and sink further and further into the mass of blankets that he demanded -not asked- Harry for fuzzy socks because 'My toes are gonna fall off, Harry.'

Harry plucked up a white fuzzy sock covered in cats and a brilliant pink fuzzy sock with... were those platypus? He shut the drawer with a heavy sigh and wandered over to him, seeing barely the top of his head peaking out, all disheveled hair and nothing else. And he couldn't help the no-doubt fond and ridiculous smile that forced its way onto his lips. Even sick and needy, Cisco had that effect on him.

Truthfully, he found himself smiling over Cisco Ramon every damn day. It was effortless, and as necessary as breathing at this point. They'd only begun dating about four months earlier, but Harry had known, even before Cisco had cornered him in the labs and demanded they both tell the truth about their feelings, that he was and always would be hopelessly in love with Cisco Ramon. It was good that the currently sick man felt the same way about him. A thought that only made his smile grow as he reached forward and tapped the only exposed portion of Cisco's body. He nuzzled his head out, hair everywhere, blinking dark eyes at him.

"Socks." Harry said, waving them a little. Cisco made a face, scrunching his nose up before pushing himself into a sitting position. But instead of reaching out for the socks, he grabbed Harry by a belt loop and tugged him down to sit beside him. Harry relented easily, much more than he would have for anyone else. They ended up side by side, backs to the headboard, and one at a time, Harry pulled Cisco's legs out and put his socks on for him. Then Cisco scooted back into the nest he'd made, only this time using Harry's lap as a pillow and practically hugging his thigh like a lifeline.

"When are you going to have a sock drawer?" Cisco mused out loud. Harry could feel how warm he was. He definitely had a fever. He sighed a little, busying himself with methodically and gently stroking Cisco's hair into compliance. "You can share mine if you want."

"If anyone, you included, puts any more socks in that drawer, the resulting pressure will cause an implosion that will devastate the city for miles." Harry quipped, and Cisco chuckled a little, his thumb absently stroking Harry's thigh as he blinked lazily forward.

"I'll weed some of the old ones out, make room for yours. You can take half the closet, too. I can pull out all the comic boxes. I was meaning to go through them anyway." He let out a soft sigh. "And I just emptied the hall closet, so you can use that for whatever you want."

"Is that where all these blankets came from?" Harry asked. Cisco made an 'mm-hm' sound. That wasn't really the question Harry wanted to ask, though. What he wanted to ask was... "Ramon, are you asking me to move in with you? Why would you want that?" It was a genuine question. Harry knew how... well, unlivable he could be. He was stubborn and had a temper that ran for miles and he could be very particular about how he did things and where things had to go. He also didn't mismatch anything, and was pretty sure he'd end up organizing all of Cisco's socks out of spite.

Truthfully, he thought Cisco deserved better. A better partner, a better life, a better everything. But over and over, despite all the reasons he shouldn't, Cisco kept choosing Harry. Just like Harry chose him.

Cisco was quiet for a moment before turning a little, blinking up at him. Harry could see the soft bags beneath his eyes and the slight paleness to his features, but he was smiling, real and warm and light. So damn beautiful.

"You came over here without a second thought, held my hair while I puked, made me tea, and are pretty much risking catching whatever this stomach bug is, and you're wondering why I would want you to move in?" He lifted a hand, curling it around the back of Harry's head, making him bend over a little. "Listen really good, Harry Wells." He said sternly, using that voice he made when Harry needed a good dose of reality, "In case your genius self hasn't figured it out by now, I'm all in, man. And all this kinda proves that you are, too. So once I'm feeling better, we're going to grab all your stuff and you're moving in. Okay?"

"Are you asking me," Harry smiled warmly, then bent the rest of the way to place a soft kiss on Cisco's lips, "Or telling me?" He smirked after. And Cisco grinned, full and wide.

"Telling. Definitely telling."

Harry kissed him a little bit longer in response.

After they'd settled, Cisco was back to sitting up and drinking his tea, and Harry had pressed play on the DvD player, Cisco kept himself and his (far too warm) nest of blankets right up against Harry, like being nearly on top of him made him feel worlds better. And Harry didn't mind in the least. He could handle a little stomach bug if it meant being that close to the love of his life all the damn time.

Two days later, it was Harry who was down for the count. And after he'd had his own meeting at the porcelain throne, Cisco got him all tucked in (okay, maybe the blanket nest was a good idea) and gave him a brand new matching pair of entirely black fuzzy socks. And they were damn comfortable, too.

Harry might just have to invest in more. After all, they had a shared sock drawer that might just need to implode...

#harrisco #harry wells #cisco ramon #earth 2 harrison wells #francisco ramon #one shot #prompts

[ao3feed-westallen]

talking body

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nsRB2VA

by orphan_account

westallen fluff x smut

Words: 8143, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon

Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Romance, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/nsRB2VA

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #WestAllen #westallen

[dailybarrycaitlin]

A Festival of Lights

Read on the Ao3 here

by Batty_Boy

Caitlin struggles with her first Holiday season after Ronnie's death, Barry recognizes her feelings and decides to reach out.

Words: 1995, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon, Joe West

Relationships: Barry Allen/Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon & Caitlin Snow, Barry Allen & Cisco Ramon

Additional Tags: Hanukkah, Hanukkah Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Drinking, Needles, Medical Procedures, (It's just a blood draw but I'm being careful), Pre-Relationship, Ronnie Raymond had ADHD, Past Ronnie Raymond/Caitlin Snow, Healing, Background Eddie/Iris, One Shot

#dctv #the flash #snowbarry #ao3

[harriscofics]

Of Pumpkins and Proposals

Of Pumpkins and Proposals https://ift.tt/QhYdMv9 by QuietDarkness Harry hates Halloween. Cisco might just change his mind. Words: 1596, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 15 of One Shots: Harrisco Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: Halloween, Marriage Proposal, stupidly in love, It's spooky time, can you believe these two nerds?, UGH I love them, anyway, enjoy this! via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/CSotrak October 16, 2023 at 05:53AM

#harrisco