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austarus · 4 years
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Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 5 of 5)
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**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. 
*It’s finally over! This took multiple showers to get it right even if I had everything planned out and outlined. But goodness is it over. I’m possibly going to take a break for a few weeks since my summer uni work is now killing on top of medical scribe classes. Yeah, my mental health is really being pulverized this summer. Trying to learn how to drive on the highway to the city too since I’m moving to the city. But ugh, I just don’t want to do anything other than watch Tik Tok, make fics, read fics/books, and sleep ;-; Big thanks to @natsukitakama​ for translating all the French that happened with Sherloque and a big thanks to @mintchipcupcake​ for letting me know her view on neural frequencies for Harry. Thanks to @crazythoughtsandlove​, @sarah-i-khel​​, @countlesswells​, and @multiwells​ for supporting me. I could not have done it without you guys!
I hope everyone has enjoyed this series and went down the lane of feels. Please remember to comment and reblog, it helps us content creators so much so we can keep on creating.
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Word Count: 5732
“Nn,” a tired noise left your throat. Clearing said throat, you licked your dry lips as a yawn escaped you. Instinctively, you covered your mouth with the back of your hand. You languidly moved your limbs to cuddle into a pillow even further. Your phone laid beside you on the bed in silent mode. Breathing in gently, your senses registered a certain kind of musk that usually clung to a particular person. A dull ache echoed through your body as every organ began to wake up for the day. Your eyelids remained shut as a brisk of sunlight filtered through the blinds. Everything felt so foggy, but goodness was the rest well deserved. After all, you hadn’t been sleeping well once you found out that your idea had been perfectly sane and in the works. And it did work. You blinked a few times, giving up on going back to sleep. Another yawn left you. You were still in the clothes that you had worn yesterday, locks in a tangly mess. Adjusting your body to lay on your back, your mind recognized that you were indeed not in your room or in your home. You frowned as you gazed up at the ceiling. What the hell? How did I get in Harry’s room? I thought-
“Allen, I didn’t ask for your help.”
Harry! Perking your head up at the familiar roughly-toned voice, your body drifted to the side a bit as dizziness coursed within your being since you had bolted upright on the bed. You failed to recognize how your legs had been tangled in the sheets from your deep slumber and fell off the bed when you got up with haste. The cold concrete floor greeted you mockingly in comparison to the softness of the bed you were just on. Your body further protested when it absorbed the impact. Groaning, you shuffled off the floor on wobbly legs heading out of the room on socked feet. You didn’t care if you looked like a chaotic mess or that you were in your socks. Only one thought rang in your mind as you grew close to the frustrated voices. He’s here!
“You said you needed someone to watch your back and I was the only one available.”
“Yes, watch my back from the coms, Allen. From the Labs. Not someone to speed around the entire property. It was a delicate instance that I could have handled myself! And what do you know, you triggered most of the sensors and traps set.”
“You looked like you were in a bind!”
“Help me, Barry. Save me, I can’t handle a little reconnaissance without your speedster abilities. Not.”
“How many times have I told you not to touch my stuff?”
“What are you talking about, Cisco?”
“You played with my tech again! What is it up with you Wells and tampering with my things?!”
You walked in with hurried steps right as Cisco had his outburst; the haze of sleep had left you all together when you had rounded the corner. The boys stopped when you entered the Cortex abruptly out of breath. Your eyes scanned around, head moving from side to side. But you only saw Barry and Cisco and Nash as you seemed to be frozen in place. Your heart dropped in your chest at the absence of Harry, eyes sparkling as you had casted your gaze downward. Grueling thoughts had swirled through your mind as the growing whole of doubt further widened in your chest. The voice you had heard came from Nash, not Harry. Reality had picked you up and thrown you into Central City’s lake of cold water. Harry’s not here. He’s- I- He’s not coming… Your pursed your lips, whispering a little apology for barging in on the three’s argument. Nash moved his gaze to his gloves fiddling with it when he saw the sadness flicker through your eyes. With a somber expression, turned around on the spot and collided with a very solid body with a very sturdy chest. Instantly, arms encased your being at the collision, a deep voice cut through the silence. A voice that thrilled your insides.
“I finally caught you, my love.”
Swallowing thickly, you slowly looked up to see those gentle baby blues that rested behind black-clear frames. The dark-haired man cupped your face gingerly as you gathered the strength to speak. “Harry?”
“I’m back.”
A tear trickled down from your eyes, cascading down your flushing cheek, no longer wanting to be bound within your glassy eyes. Harry softly smiled down at you with his own glimmering eyes, his thumb wiped the tear that fell, but his touch caused more to fall. A whimper escaped you as you pressed your head into his chest, sobbing quietly in relief with your arms tightly holding him. The taller man took in a breath, fighting his own tears before he placed a kiss to your forehead. Harry whispered soothing words while rubbing your back as you cried into him. These past couple of weeks had been rough for everyone, but rougher on you and him. Barry and Cisco elbowed each other that the King and Queen of the Underworld have finally reunited and of course made bets on who knows what. Nash rolled his eyes at the two. Jesse stood be the door, watching her dad and you reunite. Her dorky dad and his sweet as a button girlfriend. The young speedster had a pack of tissues at the ready with a wide smile on her face. Tilting to the side, she waved at Barry and Cisco and Nash. Jesse looked oddly at Nash, observing him eye you and her dad for a moment before turning his gaze to meet her eyes. The other Wells doppelganger nodded at her, briefly seeing all the things and qualities that Harry would ramble about regarding his daughter. Nash’s heart gripped in his chest, but truthfully there was a glimpse of happiness for you. He was learning to be content with your happiness. The boys made eye contact with Harry, who only nodded at them as they decided that it would be best to leave you and Harry and Jesse alone. Barry sped them out of the Cortex.
Pulling away, you rubbed your puffy red eyes only to see a tear fall from Harry as he watched you. His eyes ran over every detail of you as if he had been seeing you for the first time in his life. You gripped his face with both hands and pulled him close. He rested his forehead against yours as you wiped his single tear. The both of you closed your eyes and just relished in each other’s presence. Breathing gently with each other and calming any doubts the two of you had. He was here and you were in his arms. The pent-up anxiety that had been increasing since the Crisis had finally burst.
“You’re here.”
“I’m here,” Harry nodded at your stumbling voice from all the crying. “I’m not going anywhere.” The two of you collected yourselves, a lovestruck look crossing your eyes.
Jesse held a pack of tissues up to you when you and her dad had pulled away. You sheepishly smiled at the young Wells. “I decided to drop by as well, can’t miss out on the Hades and Persephone reunion.” You giggled at her while whipping your tears and blowing your nose, knowing Cisco had essentially looped her into shipping you and Harry with those names. The speedster pulled you into a huge hug, giggling with you.  
“I missed you too Ms. Jesse Quick,” you gave her a squeeze. Harry couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Both his girls were with him. His daughter and the love of his life. His heart felt utterly in bliss.
“Thank you for bringing him back,” Jesse whispered, pulling away with a smile. You knew that look in her eyes, the same emotion she had held when she had initially found out what Devoe had done to Harry. How he used Harry as a guinea pig and lost himself as a result. You returned the smile, feeling Harry’s large hand find your smaller one and holding it firmly. Glancing down, you intertwined your fingers with his before looking up brightly at him. The three of you glanced at each other as a wave a serenity passed over you three before Jesse bid you farewell as she headed to the break room because of her grumbling stomach. Thanks to her increased metabolism from being a speedster she’s due for speedster protein bar that Cisco’s come up with.
Walking through the corridor, Jesse entered the break room with furrowed eyebrows as her green eyes landed on an unfamiliar person. The dark-haired Hispanic was typing away on the couch when she looked up to see the young speedster. Papers and articles were plopped beside the young adult.
“You’re Allegra, right?” Jesse quired, hands in her jacket pockets.
“Yeah, who-”
“Great, I’m Jesse Wells. You’re just the person I was looking for.” Allegra’s frown deepened but deemed that this was the Jesse Wells you had mentioned to her. Harry’s daughter. Two irreplaceable members of Team Flash. The UV meta figured that the speedster was no harm, especially since Jesse seemed to be around her own age. “We need to talk. I know this great bar we could go to.”
“Wait, what-”
Allegra wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Jesse had sped them away to a bar in a torrent of yellow-green lightning.
***
Harry had ushered you back to his room and away from prying eyes because he knew that if Cisco and Barry came around you and the scientist would not hear the end of it. Plus, as much as Harry was balanced now, he currently preferred to capture your full attention inside the bedroom rather than outside. Especially with Nash still around the labs.
The two of you found yourselves cuddling into each other on the bed. Harry’s head rested close to yours while you slipped off his glasses and kissed his nose before threading your fingers through his hair. The Wells doppelganger let out a content sigh at the simple gesture of affection, but one he deeply enjoyed, while shutting his eyes for the moment. His arms rested comfortably around your waist; your figure pressed close to his as if he was afraid you were an illusion that would escape him. He had already discarded his black jacket, leaving him just in his classic black short sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans. Reopening his baby blue eyes, Harry plucked his glasses out of your hand to twist his body over to the side and tossing them onto the counter. Turning fully to you with a lovestruck smile and half-lidded eyes, he slowly leaned in with every intention of kissing you till your lips were red and swollen.
“Wait you can’t kiss me yet!” You moved your head back slightly to which Harry frowned irritably because he’s been holding back from kissing you silly in the Cortex. … Amongst doing other shamelessly pleasurable things to show you just how much he missed you.
“Why not?”
You simply took out the vanilla bean flavored chapstick from your pocket and apply it to your lips. Harry watched you smack them a few times and wondered if you were either tempting him even more or testing his patience or both. “Now you can kiss me.” Harry had quirked an amused eyebrow at you. “What? I wanted it to be perfect. Plus, you know I bite my lips when I get too wori-” You pouted at your boyfriend, who instantly shut you up with needy kiss. Without words, the kiss showed you just how much he had missed you and that his patience was running thin.
Your brain froze for a second before responding. His lips smacked against yours before Harry pushed his tongue into your mouth, yearning for your taste. You gasped, fighting him for a bit before giving in. His fingers had crawled up under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles on the skin. Your hands had rested on his face, pulling him impossibly closer as the smooches continued to heat up. The air in the room felt as if on fire but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Nipping on his bottom lip, you kissed Harry with just enough passion as your body moved to lay on top of his. His hands retreated from under your shirt to fold themselves on your lower back. Your hips pressed down against his own, feeling every part of his body meld with yours. Ragged breathes left the both of you as you continued to make out, biting and licking and sucking at each other. Harry’s hand snuck down to smack your ass causing a yelp to fall off your lips. You pulled away for air, your lungs exhausted and your head was spinning. You were met with a cheeky smirk while you pouted at your boyfriend with a frown. He licked his lips wickedly once more before leaning up to kiss your swollen lips while you adorned a flushed expression. A sight he took great pleasure in seeing on your face. And only he can elicit that kind of reaction from you. His lips tingled delightfully from the sweet chapstick on your lips.
“When did you even get here?” You asked once you regained control of your breathing, fixing your hair to the side as the two of you laid back. Harry resting on his back while your snuggled beside him, your head pressed to his chest as you listened to his racing heartbeat. You shifted your gaze to eye him with one hand against his chiseled chest. Harry sighed, collected his thoughts before tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as he spoke up. His arm was firmly wrapped around you.
“Last night. Jesse and I found you asleep on Sherloque’s lap.”
“How-…What’s with look?”
“What look? I don’t have a look.” Harry spoke quickly as if he’d been caught red-handed.
“Harry, yes you do! You have a look for almost everything. Everyone does.” You teased him a bit before turning to the more serious thoughts that had kept you up. And it showed. Harry can see it clear as day on your face. You had not been sleeping well without him. He couldn’t sleep either without you. “Anyway, what took you so long?”
“I- We… When I woke up Jesse had been monitoring my vitals, keeping me hooking up to a life support system. She was crying, wouldn’t let me go and saying how she was scared to death. Scared that she lost me for a second time. Every single day she would check on my vitals and try to talk to me. Jesse wouldn’t leave my side, going over all my vitals as my consciousness fully set into my body. We had collaborated everything, but…”
“But?”
“I was feeling weak when she took me off the life support. So, she quickly synthesized a blood sample to do a blood transfusion, just like you showed her, to flush out anything that had been hiding in my body from the Crisis and the neural separation. My vitals and cells returned to normal. It worked fast; I won’t deny that. Speedster blood and everything. Once I was feeling moderately better, we tried the last session.” Harry pointed to his head with a free hand, baby blue eyes twinkling with such knowledge and intellect that was rightfully his. “I’ve got it all back. Everything.”
You grinned up at him, “I told you, if anything Jesse would be the one to figure it out.”
“My pride and joy.”
“So, what went wrong? I-I mean, why didn’t it work the first time 2 years ago.”
“Well, Jesse had profusely voiced her irritation that Marlize had done a sloppy job after she looking over the blueprints and all the notes, but Marlize had also neglected the fact that I’m from another Earth- or in this case dimension. My neural frequency is at a different interval in comparison to everyone on Earth-1. A unique signature for each Earth, if you will. That’s why I was able to retain basic functions, but not reach my full potential regarding intelligence and neuron firing. And it’s a good think the dark matter didn’t leave any neural scars or that could have been a complication since the brain doesn’t do well with regeneration.”
“Look at you talking all science-y again. It worked; Jesse fixed you.”
Harry pulled up one of your hands, kissing the knuckles. “You’re the one that figured out how to bring me back. Back to my daughter, back to you, back to my family.”
You dropped your gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks from his intense and adoring gaze. A bashful smile returning to your lips as your eyes met his. “I told you so.” You pressed your lips against him in triumph. Harry hummed against your lips before you pulled away.
“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
“Nope,” you deadpanned with a cheeky grin. “Now I can admire you while you ramble on about physics and math that I’m totally clueless to and tend to tune out just to hear your voice.”
“Wait, you don’t actually listen to me explaining things?”
“… A little.” You sheepishly responded to which Harry retaliated by running his fingers over your sides. Your fiendish sides that always betrayed you. A giggled bubbled from your throat. “Harry, don’t you-” But the scientist paid no mind to you as he continued his carefully planned assault on your sides. Snorts and little laughs flood out of your lips as cringed and attempted to move your body away from his hands. A toothy grin crossed his features at your shrieks, his fingers ran over every ticklish area on you. Flopping onto your back, Harry’s tickle attack subsided as his heart flipped many times over. He watched your chest rise and fall as your giggles gradually quieted. You gazed up at him with stars in your eyes, his own were full of adoration and love but… with a certain other emotion hidden behind us. A thought struck you.
“By the way, where’s Sherloque?”
“Babe, he left. Said he had some business to take care of on his Earth- well, dimension actually.”
“Oh, I hope everything’s ok on his end. …I heard about Renee and everything.”
“He’ll be fine. Sherloque just needs his mind to mull over a few things.”
“I hope he finds what he’s looking for…” you whispered, to which Harry oddly looked at you, wondering if you knew, before the look behind his eyes shifted. You caught onto the sudden, but subtle change.
A particular glint sparkled in Harry’s eyes as you trailed off, one that had you hypnotized. One that you knew all too well as he towered over you on the bed. Those lust-filled eyes that pulled you in like a riptide. Harry licked his lips, leaning down with half-lidded eyes. Then a pesky thought hit you causing you to push against his leaning chest which had Harry inwardly grumbling.
“Wait, Harry, I haven’t washed up!”
“I figured, I had Jesse go out and buy you a few things. Those skin care products and face wash you idolize so much. She probably set them in the bathroom already.”
“The avocado and cucumber facewash? And the hydrating facial cleansers? With the pomegranate-berry face cream?”
Harry nodded, but kept you firmly beneath him, “If you can stand to hug me after I came back from Gorilla City- after all the shit they did and threw at me, then I think I can stand being around you in the clothes you’ve worn from yesterday and unfreshened up.”
“Yeah, not your best moments.” You teased him and slithered from underneath his grasp, hopping off the bed.
“Hey!”
He watched you step into the bathroom. God, I love you. Harry went on his phone, staring at the picture you and he took on New Year’s as the water ran in the bathroom. Maybe now wouldn’t be the best time no matter how many times Jesse’s been pestering me about it. Coming back, you dove right into his side and cuddled him close with a jubilee smile on your face. Harry swears his heart melted for the 100th time that day.
“If you want to… do stuff later, we’d have to do that back at my apartment after I shower and everything,” you traced patterns with your finger over his chest. “And so, no one interrupts and…. Yeah…”
“Definitely want to ‘do stuff’ later.” You blushed at his wink and how he wiggled his eyebrows. Babe, you’re going to need to shower after that too. Leaning in Harry caught your ear between his teeth before whispering all the dirty things and positions he wants to put you in. “I’m going to make sure my name is the only thing you remember tomorrow morning, my sweet, sweet Persephone.” Covering your face, you resisted the urge to scream in frustration at this man’s level of teasing. Knowing he had impeccable patience for the nightly activities to come later. Harry knew the exact effect he had on you, how he can make your body scream in ecstasy as he’d show you just how capable he is in loving you. Blow out a puff of air, you calmed yourself and hormones. Your thirsty side would need to wait until you two went home.
“Harry?”
“Hm?” He blinked out of his thoughts and gave you a quizzical look.
“Do me a favor and flex.”
Harry blinked at you for a moment before sitting up and flexing. You won’t deny that your thirsty thoughts took over for a bit again when you reached up to run your fingers over the toned muscles. Before you could do anything else Harry’s strong arms wrapped around you as he snuggled his head into your chest. Soft. Your cheeks turned a rosy color as you felt him kiss your exposed chest from all the rolling around in bed.
“I don’t think I’m needed anywhere else today,” you mused, ruffling his chaotically messy locks. He breathed you in like a man taking a huge breath of air before diving into the depths of water.
“Perfect, because for the record, I wasn’t going to let you out of my arms all day.”
You chuckled and kissed his forehead, “Neither will I.” Shutting your eyes, the both of you slowly drifted off in each other’s embrace.
***
Sherloque sighed to himself as he stepped out of the dimensional portal into his home. The detective adjusted his coat around him. It was cold and empty again, but at least he had arrived safely again. Everything was still in place. His mind could not help, but to wander before he left you in the hands of Harry and his daughter.
(Flashback)
“Eh bien il était temps,” Sherloque remarked with a confident smirk. Harry and Jesse strolled closer to the detective with Harry rolling his eyes at him. Sherloque’s eyes landed onto Jesse, who only smiled at him politely. Jesse’s dealt with HR before so she likes to think she can handle another of her father’s doppelgangers. But she won’t lie, she’s a bit curious on what her doppelgangers are like. “You must be Jesse Quick.”
“That I am, nice to meet you…”
“Sherloque. And likewise, your father ‘as talked so much about you. ‘ave-” Her father had sent the detective a hard and threatening look, meaning that Sherloque should likely think twice before deciding to psychoanalyze and deduce Jesse. The Wells doppelganger chose his next words carefully, “-’ow was it?”
“I got it all back, minor headaches, but nothing else out of the ordinary,” Harry shrugged, knowing what Sherloque had been referring to and rubbed his temple as his eyes fell to your slumbering form. Your chest rose and fell with each relaxed breath.
“Right, well it was nice meeting you, Sherlock,” Jesse unfurled her arms, mentally plotting something vengeful.
“Sherloque, it’s French.”
“Yeah, cool, whatever,” She shrugged, not really caring before speeding off to scare Team Flash in their respective homes that she’s back. Especially Cisco and Barry, who Harry’s told her to get back at them good.
“She’s finally asleep.” Harry moves to pick you up from the couch and Sherloque’s lap. His arm hooked under your legs while the other held you around your lower back. Your head lulled into Harry’s neck, unconsciously breathing in his scent. He had already decided that a bed would be much more comfortable than a couch.
“You should zhank Nash for zhat,” Sherloque stood up, following the Harry to leave the Speed lab. The chaotically dark-haired Wells spared his counterpart a glance as a snort left his lips. “After all he’s zhe one zhat slipped a sleeping agent into ‘er drink. I called it drugging, ‘e ‘ad opposing zhoughts to zhat, as you can imagine.”
Harry remained silent, knowing he would have to thank Nash eventually for watching out for you these past couple of weeks in his absence. Especially when you had been sacrificing every moment of sleep to ensure everything had gone according to plan. Entering the familiar layout of his old room, Harry gently placed you on the bed and pulled up the thick blankets to keep you warm. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, but across your sleeping form, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. Sherloque smiled fondly at you and his doppelganger as he stood beside the end of the bed. Tout comme Hades et Perséphone des mythes grecs.
“Will you be sticking around? We can use all the help we can get with Bloodwork and Eva,” Harry asked, turning his head to the detective, a hand was in his lap while the other had linked his pinky with your own.
Sherloque blew a puff of air, his eyes glancing around before looking to you and Harry. He pressed his lips into a hard line before speaking up, “Actually, I must return ‘ome, zhere are… a few zhings zhat I need to take care of. Somezhing zhat your petit fleur ‘ad said to me.”
Harry raised an eyebrow but left it alone, it had been a matter between you and Sherloque. The two nodded before Sherloque used his extrapolator to leave Earth-Prime, throwing once last look to this Earth’s ironic ‘reincarnation’ of Persephone and Hades.
(End Flashback)
Sherloque only tipped his head lower before your words echoing in his already distracted mind as his feet carried him out of his home and to his Earth’s Central City’s precinct. The rain lightly cascaded down onto the city, a rough breeze howling past.
-“You deserve better. You really do, Sherloque. Love will find you.”
“Easy for you to say.” Sherloque snorted, blowing on his tea.
“Hey, head up,” You found yourself sitting beside the now cynical man as you wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. “It could even literally run right into you one day when you least expect it.”-
Il est facile pour vous de dire, petite fleur. Sherloque sighed. Je souhaite secrètement qu’il avait été avec vous. Quelles sont les chances que je puisse rencontrer un bel esprit comme vous dans ma dimension?Sur ma terre?
The detective was relieved that the Earth-1 Renee had had mercy on his being and not demanded money from the detective, instead wishing to go back and to never see him again. Typical, yet unlike his other ex-wives that have been milking him for any penny that he owns. Why he always chased after the same women was always a question that his mind and heart clashed with his desires on it. Sherloque’s eyes blurred slightly then refocused, he was still lost in his mind as his feet picked up the pace. His shoes tapped against the cold, wet surface of the concrete path. The taller man quickly collided with a shorter body, his chest lightly stung from the impact as he took a step back and ready to scold the other person. Sherloque’s eyes widened as he felt his world stop. Lo and behold your doppelganger had crashed right into him. The detective blinked a few times, speechless.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You picked up his fallen hat, patting off the water that had gotten onto it from its fall into a shallow puddle. You rambled, “I can’t believe I did that. I’m such a ditz, I promise- If only I was paying more attention to where I was walking and not my phone- and honestly I can be really oblivious-”
Sherloque processed only half of the words that came out of your mouth while his mind went into its deductive phase. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, hair knotted, possibly from rushing to work this morning. The detective faintly smelled dimethyl disulfide, ketones, toluene, and other chemical compounds that are used on cadavers. You worked with dead organisms, particularly humans. He deduced that your rumpled lab coat that stained with old blood and chemical burns and sagged shoulders from the weight of your bag. You had been fired from a research facility belonging to a medical institute. Picking up on the clues, you had been framed. A scapegoat to the recently missing human cadavers from your long nights at the labs. Long nights spent on carefully analyzing tissues and cells that have not yet degenerated. A means to collecting and keeping those samples viable for regeneration of the spine, brain, and heart. Organs that scarcely regenerate themselves after scarring or attack from autoimmune diseases.
“-What’s your name?”
“(Y/N) (L/N), I’m a biomedical scientist. I uh- sorry, I don’t know any French, I think that was it?”
“Oui, it was.”
Peut-être... L’amour n’a pas besoin d’être avec une Renée.Peut-être qu’il peut venir de quelqu’un d’autre- quelqu’un de précieux qui peut rendre la pareille à l’amour que j’aspire.Cela peut prendre soin de moi comme je le ferais pour eux. Your doppelganger stood worriedly in front of him. For some reason, the dark-haired Frenchman look vaguely familiar. Sherloque saw that there was nothing but kind intentions behind those glimmering eyes. A spark of light illuminated within your doppelganger’s eyes when yours met his. The similarities between your Earth-Prime self and the one that stood in front of him were impeccable, as were the differences… He could read your personality, little details that indicate the kind of person that you are. But he voiced none of his deductions. It was then that Sherloque had made his decision.
The tall Frenchman picked up the umbrella you had dropped from the force of the collision. He ensured that it was not broken before handing it to you. Taking his fedora, Sherloque smiled keenly at you as he gestured with his head for you to follow. “Come along, petit fleur, I require your expertise for a crucial case. Lives depend on it.”
“But I’m-”
“Currently free since you’re now out of work judging by your sullen eyes. Yet zhey twinkle wizh zhe desire for somezhing… more than the basic lab life.”
You directed your gaze back up at him with guilty, but curious eyes at his deduction. “That’s amazing, how…?”
Sherloque tilted his head at you before he held a hand out to you. For some odd reason Sherloque felt that this time would be different. Things would be different. The way you made his heart thrum warmly in his chest. C’est ce que ressentent Nash, Wolfgang et Harry? Quand vous les regardez avec ces yeux pétillants d’intellect et de générosité? “Come, our clients await.” He watched you hesitate before wordlessly setting your hand in his with curiosity filling your mind. The detective observed you as he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles then tugged you along with him.
L’amour est une chose mystérieuse. La petite fleur pour laquelle j’avais une étincelle de sentiments avant d’être aveuglée par une autre Renée... Cette fois, je serai prudent avec mon cœur.Cette fois, j’apprendrai à aimer cette petite fleur qui m’a déjà intrigué.Cette fois, je vais poursuivre le bonheur et le changement avec un autre qui n’est pas Renée.Cette fois sera différente
French Translation:
Tout comme Hades et Perséphone des mythes grecs - Just like Hades and Persephone from the Greek myths
Il est facile pour vous de dire, petite fleur - It is easy for you to say, little flower -
Je souhaite secrètement qu’il avait été avec vous. Quelles sont les chances que je puisse rencontrer un bel esprit comme vous dans ma dimension?Sur ma terre? - I secretly wish that it had been with you. What are the chances that I can meet a beautiful spirit such as you in my dimension? On my Earth?
Peut-être... L’amour n’a pas besoin d’être avec une Renée.Peut-être qu’il peut venir de quelqu’un d’autre- quelqu’un de précieux qui peut rendre la pareille à l’amour que j’aspire.Cela peut prendre soin de moi comme je le ferais pour eux. - Maybe… Love doesn’t have to be with a Renee. Maybe it can come from someone else- someone precious that can reciprocate the love that I yearn for. That can take care of me as I would for them
C’est ce que ressentent Nash, Wolfgang et Harry? Quand vous les regardez avec ces yeux pétillants d’intellect et de générosité? - Is this what Nash and Wolfgang and Harry feel? When you look up at them with those sparkling eyes of intellect and generosity?
L’amour est une chose mystérieuse. La petite fleur pour laquelle j’avais une étincelle de sentiments avant d’être aveuglée par une autre Renée... Cette fois, je serai prudent avec mon cœur.Cette fois, j’apprendrai à aimer cette petite fleur qui m’a déjà intrigué.Cette fois, je vais poursuivre le bonheur et le changement avec un autre qui n’est pas Renée.Cette fois sera différente - Love is a mysterious thing. The little flower that I had a spark of feelings for before being blinded by another Renee… This time, I will be careful with my heart. This time, I will learn how to love this little flower who has already intrigued me. This time, I will pursue happiness and change with another that is not Renee. This time will be different.
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summary: Nico found him, only minutes later, with pomegranate juice staining his fingers. He’d run up to his boyfriend in a panic, swatting the fruit out of his hands and prying his mouth open, demanding, “What did you do? Did you eat any? How much did you eat, Will?”
“One seed,” Will replied. “That’s not too bad, right? One seed won’t kill me.”
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Essentially, Hades gave Nico an allowance for doing his chores. His chores usually consisted of settling disputes between the minor Underworld gods or trapping monsters that had somehow gotten loose in Elysium. His allowance fluctuated based on how long the task took, though no matter how much Nico was given, he always spent the money on one thing: spoiling his boyfriend. As a sixteen year old, Nico didn’t really need the money for much else.
It was date night for the two teens, but Nico had forgotten to collect his allowance until after he’d already sneaked Will out of camp. He couldn’t just abandon him in the city, right? So he brought Will to the Underworld with him, hiding him away in Persephone’s garden before rushing into the palace to collect from his father.
Will, of course, smart boy that he was, knew better than to eat anything in the Underworld - especially not one of Persephone’s pomegranates. However, he’d been saving room for a fancy dinner all day, and those pomegranates sure looked tasty. And, of course, when temptation strikes, there are always ghosts and demons nearby to egg you on.
Nico found him, only minutes later, with pomegranate juice staining his fingers. He’d run up to his boyfriend in a panic, swatting the fruit out of his hands and prying his mouth open, demanding, “What did you do? Did you eat any? How much did you eat, Will?”
“One seed,” Will replied. “That’s not too bad, right? One seed won’t kill me.”
Nico took Will’s face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together and taking a calming breath that didn’t help much at all, before straightening back up. He offered his hand to Will with a “Come with me,” and he dragged Will into the palace.
“I thought we were avoiding the palace on purpose,” Will said.
“That was back when I thought you had a chance of leaving again,” Nico said back to him. They entered the throne room, and when Nico stopped in front of his father, he heard Hades sigh.
“Welcome to your new home, son of Apollo,” Hades greeted. “Your siblings never were the smartest, were they?”
Will frowned. “Hey--”
Nico hit him in the chest and pushed him back. “Father, can’t you make an exception?”
“And why would I do that?” Hades asked. “I’ve never done that for anyone in the past.”
“You did for your wife,” Nico reminded him. “This is my boyfriend. Make an exception for him. For me.”
“Ah, but Demeter is much more threatening than you, my boy.”
“Yeah, but you and I both know that you like me way better than you like her. And you keep telling me that you want me to be happy. You want me to be an exception. Will makes me happy. Make an exception.”
Hades grumbled at having his own words thrown back at him. He turned his gaze to Will. “How much did you eat?”
“Just one seed, sir,” Will answered.
“Fine,” Hades told them. “I will offer you the same chance that I gave to my wife. One seed will equate one month of punishment, so for one month out of every year, you must live in the Underworld.”
Nico sighed, and Will saw the tension melt from his shoulders. “Thank you, Father. We’ll be leaving, then.”
Will had chosen January as his one month to spend in the Underworld that year. Nico had helped him back a bag and then shadow traveled the two of them into the palace where Hades greeted them.
“Hello again, son of Apollo,” Hades said. “While I am not particularly happy to have another guest in the palace, I suppose that I am happy to be able to see my son a bit more often. I will be seeing you more often, right, my son?”
“Yes, Father,” Nico said with a roll of his eyes.
“And I hope you don’t have any plans for your birthday, seeing as your boyfriend wouldn’t be able to join you for any activities on the surface anyway.”
“Your birthday?” Will asked. “Your birthday’s in January?”
Nico groaned. “Thanks, Dad, I didn’t tell him on purpose. Not everybody likes their birthday, you know.” He grabbed Will’s hand and tugged him in the direction of his room. “C’mon, Will.”
“You’ll be joining Persephone and myself for dinner this evening!” Hades called after them.
“No thanks!” Nico shouted back.
“My palace, my rules! You wouldn’t want me to keep your boyfriend here forever, would you?”
Will glanced at Nico with fear in his eyes, and Nico groaned again.
“Fine!”
Family dinners were always awkward, but they were more so when your boyfriend was supposed to be dead and your father was probably looking for any opportunity to finish the job. Also when your father was the god of death. And when your step mother wouldn’t stop talking about the time she’d temporarily turned you into a flower. (Will had seemed to enjoy that story, at least.)
Fortunately, Will’s time in the Underworld seemed to go by rather quickly - as usual, seeing as there really was no sense of time in the palace. Will had spent time gardening with Persephone, which he’d enjoyed, and Nico had run plenty of errands for his father to earn plenty of spending money for when he and Will were both back on the surface.
They’d endured another torturous family dinner on Nico’s birthday, before they’d retired to Nico’s room for the night - they’d both been sleeping in Nico’s room. What was the point of preparing another room when they prefered to share, anyway?
They’d collapsed on the bed together, Nico on top of Will and straddling his waist. They’d started making out, and eventually Nico had pulled away to say, “I know I said I don’t like my birthday, and I don’t really like getting gifts, but I can think of something I wouldn’t mind you giving to me.” He winked at the end of his thought, and Will shoved at his chest.
“I’m not having sex in Hell with you!” Will shouted.
Nico pouted. “You’ll still make out with me in Hell, right?”
The stench of death usually clung to Nico for a few days after his return to the surface, though after a week the smell remained. Not on him, as far as he could tell, but somewhere near him, constantly.
He and Will had just returned from Will’s third one-month in the Underworld. Will had been practically dead to the world for most of that week, sleeping all day and all night, only waking to eat before slipping back into the Hades cabin and passing out on Nico’s bed.
He went back to normal not long after, being his usual sunny self, and Nico almost let himself forget about the slowly fading sense of death that still clung to Will even months later.
One night, once Nico was sure that Will was asleep with no chance of waking up until morning - he used to be a light sleeper, but after spending so much time in the Underworld, he’d started sleeping like the dead - Nico sneaked out of bed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the mist off the water create a rainbow which he used to call his father.
“Nico,” Hades greeted. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I’m worried about Will,” Nico told him, and when Hades gave him a blank look, Nico rolled his eyes. “My boyfriend? The blond son of Apollo who’s been crashing in Hell for one month every year?”
“Ah, yes,” Hades muttered. “Why should I care?”
“Because you’re my dad, and if you want to be a good dad then you should listen to me and care about my problems.” Hades hummed noncommittally, so Nico continued. “I think he’s dying. Really slowly, but still a lot faster than he should be. I think it’s because he’s spending too much time in the Underworld. I know we had a deal that he would stay for a month every year, but we need to renegotiate. If he keeps doing this then he’s going to die before he’s thirty.”
“I don’t see how this is my problem,” Hades replied.
“It’s your problem because it’s my problem!” Nico shouted, and winced when he remembered Will sleeping in the other room. He took a second to breathe and calm himself down before he continued, quieter, “Please. Let me renegotiate.”
“This isn’t your negotiation,” Hades told him. “The boy made a mistake, and now he has to pay for what he’s done. Apollo boys are supposed to be more intelligent than their father, you know that, right? It amazes me that you seem to have found the acception.”
Nico grit his teeth and growled before swiping a hand through the shower steam, cutting off the connection. He shut the water off, hitting the light before opening the door so that the light wouldn’t pour out and wake Will - though Nico was sure that even a thunderstorm couldn’t wake him in his state, and Will hated thunderstorms.
Carefully and quietly, Nico slipped under the covers and back into bed with his boyfriend, snuggling up close and trying to relax.
He couldn’t think of what else to do as the faint smell of death slowly surrounded him, knowing that his father would no longer be of any help, and that Persephone surely didn’t have any power over the situation.
He let his eyes slip shut and he sent a silent prayer to Apollo. A prayer for health and healing, that he would be a good father and save his son.
Nico fell asleep somewhere around the eighth repetition of his prayer.
When they became too old to live at camp any longer, Will and Nico moved into a New York apartment. The money Nico received from his father no longer went towards paying for dates and fancy gifts for his boyfriend, but for rent and groceries and other expenses.
Will had started taking classes at NYU as soon as he was accepted, though this meant that his one month stay in the Underworld had to be moved from January to July so that it wouldn’t interfere with his classes.
Nico noticed the problem after the first few days of Will’s first July in the Underworld. He had already grown so very pale since arriving, and the lack of sunlight at a time where Will had used to spend days laying out in the grass and absorbing its rays had clearly started to do some damage.
He’d bounced back quicker that before with the hot August sun rather than the usual February clouds, but the dark circles didn’t fade from under his eyes. Even some of Will’s new classmates-turned-friends had started to notice that something was wrong, asking Will if he’d gotten sick on “vacation” where they’d said they’d gone, or even stating that Will looked like he’d been hit by a truck.
Over the next year, Nico continued attempting to renegotiate with his father behind Will’s back, though nothing seemed to change besides Will’s steadily growing exhaustion. It amazed Nico how much he was able to sleep and how little he would eat, yet he could still make it to every class and lab and discussion group and get A’s on all of his papers and projects and other assignments.
It wasn’t until the next July in the Underworld where Nico had left Will with a stack of books to prepare him for the upcoming semester for about two days as he ran a few errands for his father, that Nico finally saw his boyfriend starting to slip. Will barely seemed to have moved from his spot at his desk, except to eat about half of one of Persephone’s pomegranates, from what Nico could tell when he returned.
He checked Will over like he usually did when Will started to turn lifeless in the Underworld, and moved Will to lay down in the bed to get some rest. Nico could feel the life slipping out of him with a single touch.
At one point, he left the Underworld solely to retrieve some surface-world food for Will, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to keep Will alive just a little bit longer. When he returned with it, he noticed first that Will hadn’t even turned a page in the book he was reading, despite the fact that Nico had been gone for over an hour, and he seemed to have no interest at all in the food that Nico had brought him.
At the end of his month, Nico had to practically carry his boyfriend back to the surface with him, and only after a solid week asleep did Will finally wake and eat a single apple.
Nico knew that there was nothing that could keep Will alive as long as he deserved to be. There was nothing that could even preserve his life past his mid-thirties, the only possibility being that Will stop returning to the Underworld altogether, though Nico knew that his father would never allow that.
He hated seeing his boyfriend in such a tortured state, but even the King of Ghosts couldn’t prevent Will from turning into one himself.
The day that Will graduated from medical school was the first day in years that he looked like his regular self. He was glowing in the sun, and Nico hadn’t seen him look so happy since they left for their date the day that Will had gotten himself cursed.
They went out for a celebratory dinner, something they couldn’t really afford on Nico’s not-really-a-salary, but something that they desperately needed and that Will definitely deserved.
Halfway through the salad course, Will announced, “I was invited to join a few different residencies at some of the hospitals nearby.”
Normally, Nico couldn’t have been happier, but after the state he’d seen Will in for the last few years, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d swallowed a rock. “What if you take a year off, instead?”
Will frowned, obviously trying not to look angry. “Why would I do that?”
Nico ducked his head and stabbed at his salad with his fork. “I just think you should take a break, is all.”
“I can’t just stop after I just got my degree, Nico,” Will reminded him, like he’d done so many times before. “I’m a doctor now, I finally get to help people!”
“I know,” Nico said quietly, “but I’m trying to help you. You’ve been so stressed out and tired since you’ve been...visiting Dad so much. I’m not trying to crush your dreams or anything, I just want you to think about yourself for a second before you jump into something this big.”
Will reached across the table and set a hand over Nico’s. “I’m not jumping into anything right this second. I’m still...visiting your father next month, and I’m gonna use that time to pick which residency I’ll be joining. Then I’m gonna jump into it.”
“But you’re not taking any time to rest,” Nico argued. “You’re not in good shape, Will! You’re going to die if you don’t slow down, don’t you get that? I just want to be able to spend some time with you like you are now - happy and energetic and you - before you get the life sucked out of you in July. I want you to take a break so that you can finally recharge so that maybe you won’t die before you’re thirty-five, because I love youand I want to have a life with you, not this half-life that you’ve been living because you’re wearing yourself down faster than you can build yourself back up again. Maybe if you would just relax for a minute and let me take care of you, then you’ll actually have the time to do something with your new medical license, rather than work for a few years before you drop dead in the middle of some hospital.”
Nico took a few gasping breaths, trying to catch up with himself and realizing what he’d just said when Will started to pull his hand away.
“I’m a doctor now, Nico,” Will said again, calm and collected, though Nico could see the anger behind his eyes. “I’m going to help people, and I know how to take care of myself. I’m joining a residency as soon as I can in August, and after that I’m going to get hired by a hospital, or I’ll get a fellowship somewhere else, because I’m fine. I’m not tired or worn down, I’m twenty-six and I’ve got my whole life ahead of me. I want you to be there with me for this, but I’m not gonna let you stand in the way of me truly becoming a doctor like I’ve always wanted. So, I’m gonna say it one more time: I’m fine.”
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