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Ezra Miller attends London Fashion Week Men’s June 2017 collections on June 12, 2017 in London, England.

Try Harder To Be Discreet. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

Request: Can I please request a Barry Allen x Reader where she is Harrison Wells’ daughter and Barry and the reader have been married for a while now and they want to tell the team that they are expecting a baby. Thanks! 

I don’t know if you meant Eobard!Wells, or Harry Wells, or H.R. Wells. So I decided to go with Eo!Wells who isn’t evil in this. I hope you don’t mind!

I know… I’ve been inactive! I really am trying!

I know this is late! I’m sorry!

Requests are open! (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

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You looked down at the small tattoo of a lightning bolt on your ring finger for comfort as you threw up in the S.T.A.R. Labs restroom. It was Barry’s idea, seeing as a wedding band would’ve raised suspicions. It’s been nearly two years since you and Barry started dating. And it’s been about six months since you two were secretly got married. Your relationship was something unplanned, but neither of you had any doubts. 

The only problem with the marriage and relationship was that your father, the great Harrison Wells, has yet to be informed about it. Every chance you got to tell him, there was always something that ruined the moment. You knew the more you kept it a secret, the more strained your relationship with your father would be. The mere thought of losing your father made you want to hurl, but that wasn’t the reason as to why you were having morning sickness.

After a few minutes, you got up and composed yourself, fixing your hair in a bun and wiping away your smudged makeup. You quickly left the restroom and went back to your desk, pretending as if nothing happened. 

“Caitlin, please check on (Y/N).” Your father said as he monitored the computers, watching Barry’s every movement.

“But Barry’s on a mission-” Caitlin began, but your father shook his head.

“Armed robbery… Barry’s got this.” Caitlin gave you a soft smile before helping you up.

Caitlin knew exactly was wrong with you, but she didn’t want to pry. You wish you invited her to be a witness to your wedding, but since the decision was so spontaneous, Joe and Iris took on the roles. 

“Every thing seems to be in order. You don’t have a fever…” Caitlin trailed off as she cleaned off her thermometer. “Did you have anything bad last night?” She asked. 

You shook your head as you thought about last night. Barry spent the night trying to make you comfortable and catered to your every need. He even raced to Star City to get Big Belly Burger, the one that always put in extra fries. But you definitely didn’t eat anything that didn’t sit well with you. If anything, it sat quite nicely. 

“She seems fine.” Caitlin called out to your father as Barry sped right in. His eyes widened as he took note of you sitting on the hospital bed.

“You okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes. What he really wanted to ask was: is the baby okay?

You nodded. “Just threw up because of something. No biggie.” 

“Yes biggie. You could have an ulcer, or some gallbladder diseases, or a brain tumor, (Y/N)!” Cisco yelled out. You raised your eyebrows at him. 

And Caitlin gave him a strange look. “Did you look up vomiting causes on WebMD?” She asked. Cisco gave her a sneaky grin and she rolled her eyes. “I promise, you have none of that. Don’t worry… I’m talking to you, Dr. Wells.” You all chuckled as your father’s panic was easily seen on his face.

“I mean she could be pregnant.” Your father stated. Everyone just froze on the spot. You and Barry both looked at him quizzically. None of you were sure if he was joking or not, but the thought of your father finding out this way shook you to your core. “What?”

“W-why do you say that?” You asked, your voice shaking but you attempted to keep it straight. 

“People take pictures, (Y/N). Videos, even.” Your father began. “And the funniest thing occurred to me when I saw these videos and photos on the internet… I thought hmm.. why is Barry always running around near (Y/N)’s apartment? You can put together a puzzle like that as quickly as a speedster, can’t you? You randomly getting a lightning tattooed on your ring finger. Barry always worrying about you. You always worrying about Barry. Not to mention we have cameras.” 

You and Barry knew the cat was out the bag, but neither of you dared to glance at each other. You both kept your eyes trained on your father. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asked.

“Two and a half years.” Barry asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Anything else I might want to know?” 

You slowly tip toed over to your husband as you interlaced your fingers. “Um… Six months ago we eloped.” You saw your father’s jaw clench but it slowly released. “And I’m three and a half weeks pregnant.” You and Barry flinched awaiting your father’s wrath, but none came. 

“That part I put together on my own seeing as you’re almost always tired, hungry, and if you aren’t at a calmed state, your enraged. Much like your mother.” You smiled, remembering the memories you had of her, a few tears escaped your eyes and Barry rubbing your back soothingly. “I’m mad that I didn’t get to walk my baby girl down the aisle, but we can always redo that part. Barry take care of my girl. And… for the love of God, Try Harder To Be Discreet.

You walked over to hug your father, crying quietly into his arms. But then Cisco cleared his throat. “We’re definitely redoing that wedding. Barry, what were you thinking? I wasn’t your best man, dude!” 

Real Or Not Real?

What if, when they finally get Snart back, his mind is mixed up from the Oculus? He saw every possibility in every timeline on every Earth, and he’s having trouble sorting what actually happened.

So, he starts asking people. Not many people, just the people he trusts most. He’ll give them a scenario, and they’ll tell him if it’s real or not.


“My favorite color was blue,” he starts one day, raising his eyebrows. “Real or not real?”

Sara rolls her eyes, not taking her eyes off her punching bag. “Not real. Just told everyone it was.”


“Robert Queen is the Green Arrow,” he tries one day, a headline flashing through his head.

“Not real,” Stein tells him, before pausing. “His son, Oliver, is.”

Leonard’s not quite sure why he’s telling him that.


“Emma Watson is president,” he offers, leaning against the console.

Jax laughs. “Not real, unfortunately.”


“I nearly killed you,” he mutters, and this one almost isn’t a question. Mick answers anyway.

“Real. But you didn’t.”

He’s not sure how much consolation that is, not with the name “Chronos” echoing in his head. A question for another day, perhaps.


“You broke my gun,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ray gulps.

“R-real. That happened after, though. You were gone, and we would have died too if-but I’m sorry about your gun. I know that-”

“Relax, Raymond. You saved my partner. Thank you.”

He can’t believe he’s letting Palmer off the hook.


“Savitar killed Iris West” he says, and he’s almost sure of this one. Relief floods him at Rip’s reply.

“Almost. But not real, not anymore.”


“I killed my father.” He’s pulled Barry off to the side, during a team up with Team Flash. He has to know.

“Real.” The hero watches him curiously, awaiting his reaction.

“I don’t regret it.” This, at least, isn’t a question.


Sometimes, he asks others, but his favorite by far is Sara. He’ll spend hours asking her anything he can think of.


“You and I nearly froze to death together.”

“Real. Wasn’t much of a fan, honestly.”


“You were my nurse in prison.”

“Not real.”

“That’s a shame.”


“You asked me to dance, in the seventies, and I refused.”

“That one’s real.”

“Unfortunate. It could have been fun.”


She knows the questions are coming eventually, but they still catch her off guard.

“You kissed me.” She knows his tones now, knows the different ways he asks. He thinks this one is fake.

“Real,” she admits, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she focuses on sharpening her knife.

“I love you.” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but sure, and she doesn’t know if it’s even a question. Still, she has to answer.


“And you… Love me.” He sounds so awed, so hopeful, that every carefully crafted denial she used to keep her heart in tact after losing him and Laurel in one fell swoop dissolves.



Sometimes he still gets confused.

He remembers being in Juvie for Lisa’s fifth birthday party, but she shows him pictures of him serving her cake.

He doesn’t recognize any version of Harrison Wells, but he greets Julian like an old friend.

He calls “The Wizard of Oz” “Gone With The Wind,” and no one can convince him otherwise.

Yes, he still gets a little confused, but he knows the important things.

You know what relationship on The Flash doesn’t get enough positive attention? Barry and Joe. Like this could have been fucked up so easily, especially when Barry and Iris started dating. But no. Barry and Joe have a really good relationship with one another. Joe views him as his son and Barry views him as a father figure. Remember back in season 1 when Barry told Joe he wasn’t his father because he was upset. Then later made amends saying even though Joe wasn’t biologically his dad, he did help Barry figure out some of the things that Henry wasn’t there to help with. 

From day one it’s been established that Joe knew Barry loved Iris way before they were ever together. He respects those feelings and doesn’t tell Barry that he knew. He doesn’t tease him about it or tell Iris. Joe waits until Barry is ready. (AND KEPT THE RING THAT BARRY USED TO PROPOSE FOR 16+ YEARS)

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What do you want that Joe learned to wait because when he tried to push Barry too hard or too soon, Barry shut down? 11-year-old Barry saw his mother’s last moments and his dad being carted off to prison. How long do you think it took for Barry to even open up to the possibility that he could be happy again. Joe did what he needed to to make sure that little boy grew up loved.  And that had to be hard because Barry just lost both his parents. He was angry and scared and confused. Hell Joe probably was too.

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Barry, in return, respects the HELL out of Joe. Like, in 3X12, when Iris tells her dad what he saw, Joe tears into Barry. And Barry stands there, taking every single word like a stab to the heart. He’s in tears when he leaves (if you listen closely you can hear his voice breaking. Barry is completely devastated that he hurt Joe, even though he was doing it for good reasons.

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These to love each other so damn much and they can tease each other like:

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These two are among the healthiest relationships between two men that I’ve seen. This relationship doesn’t affect Westallen or make it odd because Joe raised both of them. He knows what kind of man Barry is and knows how he will treat Iris. Barry will never stop proving to Joe that he is going to make him proud. Plus it’s important to have nonbiological parent child relationships. My mom and I don’t have a great relationship, but my stepmom and I do. parental figures are just as important as parents.

In short, these two are amazing and should get more love

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“Step back a bit (Y/N).” Barry muttered as you stood as high as your tiptoes would let you and tried to look down at the Raptors.


“Why can’t I go help, Blue listens to me to.” You insisted and he chuckled.


“She wants you to think she listens, now just watch your father.” Barry ruffled your hair as you watched Owen work the Raptors.


Delta spotted you and started to wonder off, making soft chitters at you knowing that you were the source of secret treats, Owen whistled and after a hesitant complaint she rushed back into formation.


Twenty more minutes and the Raptors were bored and no longer paying attention so Owen rewarded them and headed over to where you were stood, grinning ear to ear, waving at the Raptors when they all started to stare at you.


“You been giving them mice again?” Your father asked as he stopped next to him and crossed your arms.

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Once Upon a Time AU- Bartholomew “Barry” Allen: The ‘Evil’ King

He didn’t intend to let the darkness consume him. All it took was one revealed secret, though, from his best friend, and his life was ripped out from under him. Even after he was taken in by her father, King Joseph, Barry knew that he could never forgive Princess Iris or her family for taking his family away from him. 

So, he trained with Eobard, the Dark One. He let his magic and thirst for revenge grow, until he trapped the king in his magic mirror and sought out to destroy Iris’ happiness. Unfortunately, things didn’t quite go his way. He was overthrown, banished, and sent away with his loyal Huntsman to stew in his defeat.

But Barry had other plans. He conjured a curse–a curse that would send everyone from the Enchanted Forest into a world without magic and happy endings. A world where he could finally have his happiness.

At first, it was perfect. Then, Barry realized that, without someone to share his life with, there was no happiness. So, he adopted a beautiful baby girl named Lisa, and that was that. He finally had someone he loved that loved him unconditionally.

He didn’t expect, twelve years later, to have her run away and bring her birth father back with her. 


Pairing: Barry x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2026

When you walked into the room at S.T.A.R. Labs, you knew immediately something was off. Nobody was their happy-self anymore, not like it was when Barry finally managed to take Zoom down, and it bugged you to the point where you found yourself not wanting to speak. Everybody was scrambling around and you felt as if you were late to the party, watching Cisco type away, Caitlin doing her thing, Joe making phone calls left and right. Everybody was doing something, even Wally and Iris were doing their own things, but it was hard to concentrate when the person you really came here to see didn’t seem to be here.

“Where’s Barry?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room, bouncing off the walls. Your words stopped everybody from doing their thing, all eyes on you as if they had never seen you before, but you stood there, crossing your arms across your chest and not wavering from your question. You wanted to know where Barry was.

Before anybody could answer, Barry appeared in front of you, his Flash suit on and his mask pulled down. He placed both hands on your shoulder and assured you that everything was fine, not that you expecting everything wasn’t, but now you weren’t too sure.

“What’s going on?” you asked, Barry turning away from you to look at what Cisco had typed out on the computer.

“There’s a new speedster,” Barry answered you. “He calls himself Quicksilver.”

“We don’t have anything about him,” Cisco continued. “We’re going in blind just like with Wells and Zolomon. Plus, I think I read about a Quicksilver in a comic somewhere, so he didn’t come up with the name himself.”

You shook your head. “You’re just mad that you don’t get to pick a name for him.”

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quirky-idealist  asked:

If you're still doing the prompts: "I can't move on from something that wasn't supposed to end!" Coldflash

Wow, this one got away from me. I could literally write a whole series based on his. 

Moving On

The last person Barry had expected to be knocking on his front door was Leonard Snart. He stared, wide-eyed, at his ex-husband, unsure of what to say.

           “Hey, Bare.” He smiled, like the past four years hadn’t happened, like they hadn’t gone through so much hurt and pain. “Sorry to drop in like this, but…”

           Barry slammed the door shut. He didn’t want to see Len. How had he found them? They were supposed to be hidden. But a foot blocked the door jamb. “Scarlet.” Len called. “I just want to talk. Whatever you think, this isn’t it. Trust me.”

           And how dare he. Barry threw open the door angrily. “No!” He scowled. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to call me ‘Scarlet’ or ask me to trust you. Not after everything you’ve done! Now, go away, or I will make you.”

           Len just rolled his eyes. “Barry, look at me! Really look at me, and you’ll know whoever did those things wasn’t me.”

           Barry didn’t want to look at Len. All it would do is make him angry, make all those ugly feelings come back. But he forced himself to raise his eyes to his ex-husband’s face. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing. Then, he noticed his hair.

           It was salt and peppered, but the gray hadn’t quite taken over his head. His skin was smoother than the last time Barry had seen him. His eyes were sparkling in a way Barry hadn’t seen in years.

           This wasn’t his Len. This was some past version, still on his travels in the Waverider, long before everything in their lives fell apart. He steeled himself.

           “When are you from?” He forced himself to ask. He didn’t really care if Len was from the past or the present—he didn’t want to see his ex—but he knew that the quickest way to get rid of him would be to cooperate.

           “2017.” Len answered, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “Is it possible to talk about this somewhere other than your front stoop?”

           No. Barry didn’t want Len in his house. He didn’t want them around…

           He shook his head, pulling the door closed to block sight into the house. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

           A look passed over Len’s face, like he was ready to argue the point—of course he was—when loud footsteps came barreling down the stairs. Shit.

           “Dad, dad, dad!” He turned to see Michael, Joseph, and Elise were all running towards him.

           “What did I tell you about running down the stairs?” Barry scolded, accidentally releasing the door so it swung open all the way.

           “Dad, Joseph used his powers!” Michael tattled. His other son pushed him.

           “Did not! He’s just mad that I won battleship! Ask Ellie!”

           His youngest, however, was staring at the open doorway. “Daddy!” She grinned, running straight for Len.

           Len, for his part, was frozen in shock as his future five-year-old daughter wrapped her arms around his legs. Michael and Joseph both froze, as well, their eyes wide with fear. Unlike Elise, they were both old enough to remember what their father had done, what he continued to do.

           He laid a hand on his eight-year-old twins’ shoulders. “It’s fine, boys. It’s not really him.”

It would be too hard to explain to his sons that this version of their father was from the past, that there was a time when Barry believed in the goodness in Leonard Snart’s heart, and Len had been a hero. All they remembered was the Secret Society of Super-Villains; Len kidnapping them and Barry under the guise of “protecting them” from Lex Luthor and the rest of the Society; holding them for almost a year against their will; Barry risking everything to get them away; the battle between the Justice League and the Society in the streets of Metropolis, where Len shot Barry down in anger and nearly killed him.

This wasn’t that Len, though. This was the one who sent him flowers with secret notes, who fought to protect time, who woke Barry up with kisses and stayed up with him when his nightmares were too much.

Elise held her arms up. “Up, Daddy. Up!”

Len shook himself out of his trance and, without hesitation, scooped his future daughter into his arms. His eyes lit up, and Barry’s heart broke. There was never a doubt in his mind that Len loved their children, or even that he loved him. He had no idea what was to come for them, though.

“Come in, I guess.” Barry stepped to the side, and Len walked inside cautiously. Len wasn’t dumb, after all. He was almost certain that he’d noticed the way Michael and Joseph stepped quickly out of his way, putting Barry between them. Elise rested her head on Len’s shoulder, though, and that made Len smile.

“Why don’t you three go back upstairs and wash up?” Barry suggested. “Dinner’s almost ready, and Daddy and I need to talk.”

Michael and Joseph nodded, backing slowly towards the stairs to keep Len in their sights. Barry could’ve swore frost covered the banister where Michael touched it. Len sadly placed Elise back on the floor.

“Daddy, are you staying for dinner?” She asked hopefully. Michael and Joseph paused on the stairs, both looking to Barry.

Len sighed. “I’m sorry, Doodle Bug.” It’d been so long since Barry heard that nickname, but Elise’s face lit up. “I have some friends who need my help. I just need to get something from your Dad, and then I have to leave.”

Elise’s face fell, and Barry could tell it broke Len’s heart. Then, she flashed forward and wrapped her arms around Len’s neck.

Barry heard a faint, “I love you, Daddy” before she zipped away again, past her brothers and up the stairs.  

“NO RUNNING ON THE STAIRS!” Barry shouted after her. He grabbed Len’s arm and pulled him towards the kitchen. Without sparing a look at his ex, he grabbed his oven mitts and took the baked chicken he’d been preparing out of the oven.

“So, what do you need from me?” He asked, heading for the fridge to pull out the salad he’d already prepared.

“What happened, Scarlet?” He barely heard Len’s whisper, and, when he turned, he was staring around at their house with awe and sadness. “Why am I not here? What happened between us? Why are our children afraid of me?”

A loud crash echoed through the kitchen. The plate Barry had been holding was snapped in two in his hands, his knuckles white. “They are my children.” He growled. “You don’t get to call them yours, after I have had to raise them by myself for five years!”

That familiar Snart anger flared, and Len rounded the kitchen island. “And why? Why did you take our children from me? What did I do that was so bad?”

Barry flinched when Len stepped into his space. He remembered those nights, locked away in that lair, that his Len would come home tired and angry, and Barry would be wound-up and irritated from being more or less held prisoner, and they would have a fight. He remembered the way his husband would crowd him, scream at him, bully him.

Len jumped away, though, horror in his eyes. “No…” He shook his head as he backed away, putting the island between them again. “I didn’t…I….” He stared down at his hands. Barry frantically shook his head.

“No. God, Len, no. You never put a hand on any of us. I mean, outside of the beating you gave me when we fought as Cold and the Flash after everything was over, but that was work. You never would’ve laid a finger on me or our children, Len. Never.”

“But I did hurt you.” Len squeezed his eyes shut. “I hurt my family. I know that fear in our sons’ eyes. They thought I was going to hurt you, or them. What kind of father was I?”

Barry sighed, turning his attention back to the dinner he was preparing. “Len…you shouldn’t know too much about your own future. But, for the record, I don’t think you were a bad father. Maybe you didn’t make the best choices, and maybe you weren’t the best husband all the time, but everything you did was to protect us. You just took everything way too far.

“Just…” He licked his lips and shrugged. “We just all have to move on. I’m trying to move past this, your future self needs to move past it, and you just need to…forget about it. Forget about all of this and move on.”

Len threw his arms in the air. “Barry, that’s crazy! I can’t ‘move on’! How am I supposed to forget all of this? I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

Barry chuckled humorlessly. “You know, that’s exactly what you told me the last time I saw you, when I told you that it was over. But for you, this isn’t over. You still have your Barry in 2017—you are together, aren’t you?”

Len nodded.

“Good. We’ve had our bad times, Len, but I would never trade our good times to stop them. They’re what keeps me going. Well, them and our little meta monsters upstairs.”

A warm smile grew on Len’s face. “What can they all do? I mean, I know that Elise is a speedster, but what are the boys?”

“Joseph can read minds, and Michael makes ice.” Barry grinned, and Len laughed. “What did the Legends need from me?”

Len frowned, confused.

“You know, your mission?”

“Right.” Len cleared his throat. “The tachyon device that Thawne used as Harrison Wells. We need it to fix the time drive, so we can travel back to 2017.”

Barry remembered it well. He motioned for Len to follow him out of the kitchen, and down a set of stairs that led into a basement-turned-lab space. “Cisco made this for me after we moved here. I can’t go to places like S.T.A.R Labs or the Watchtower since…well, since what happened, because someone might track me and find us. So, we had all of this put here, instead, and Cisco opens breaches every now and then to visit or bring us stuff.”

No more Flash. No more Justice League. No more CCPD. He’d had to restart his entire life, but at least his Len couldn’t find him or his children.

He headed for one of the work tables below where the tachyon device was displayed. He pulled it off the wall and handed it to Len. “I’ve always loved you, Len.” He whispered as their fingers brushed together. “I want you to know that.”

He wanted to kiss Len, to feel those lips against his one more time, but he knew that his time with Len was over. He needed to move on. They both walked upstairs, and Barry walked him back to the door.

“I’m sorry.” Len sighed. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, whatever it was. I promise, I will try my hardest to prevent it.”

There were no words to express what Barry was feeling—the hope, yet disbelief that anything would change. So, he just nodded. When the door closed behind Len, it was like a weight raised from his shoulders. He leaned his head against the wood for a second and took a deep breath.

“Kids, dinner is ready!” He called as he straightened himself up and headed for the kitchen. He knew it would take them all a few minutes to get downstairs, enough time to compose himself. When he stepped into the kitchen, though, a drawling voice stopped him in his tracks.

“It’s about time. I thought he’d never leave.”

Sitting at the island, dressed in his long black coat with his cold gun raised, was Len. His Len. Fear shot through Barry’s body. “How did you…?”

           Len chuckled. “Memories are a funny thing, Scarlet. Like, when you suddenly remember your past self finding where your family is hiding out. The exact address.”

           He rose from his seat and slowly walked over to where Barry was paralyzed in place. “You can kill me, but please don’t hurt them.” He whispered, not sure what Len was planning.

           Len, though, just tilted his head, stepping calmly into Barry’s space. “Oh, Scarlet…” Barry resisted the urge to flinch as he raised a hand to his face, brushing his fingers against Barry’s cheek. “I’m not here to kill you. Why would I kill you or hurt our kids? I love you.”

           Without lowering the cold gun, he leaned forward and brought their lips together. Barry hated himself for wanting the kiss. He indulged himself for only a minute before turning his head away.

           Len sighed. “I’m going to make this right, Bare. You, me, and the kids are all going far away from here, from the Justice League, from the Society, and no one will be able to find us again.”