After the death of his mother, eleven-year-old Barry Allen receives his Hogwarts acceptance letter. Joe decides that getting away from Central City will be good for him, so Barry travels to Scotland, hoping that the wizarding world will have an explanation for the man in the lightning.
There, he meets Julian Albert-Desmond, a second year Ravenclaw with a passion for science that rivals even his own. Barry is eager to befriend him, and although Julian, who generally keeps to himself, is reluctant at first eventually the two become inseparable. Julian promises that one day, they’ll find the wizard who killed Barry’s mother and bring him to justice.
Every kid has grown up reading stories about soulmates coming together or seeing movies based on the idea of bondmates, or listening to songs about love at first sight.
I...didn’t really have to.
See, my parents were soulmates. It’s rare, and special and magical and I grew up seeing the real deal. So, yeah. I guess you could say I ended up being something of a romantic.
There have been as many scholarly reports written about the science of soulmates as there have been romantic novels, but people still don’t quite know how it works. It’s universally agreed that when a person gets near their destined mate, there’s a release of hormones into the blood and neurotransmitters to the brain. How or why it happens? Yeah, science is still working on that one.
Eye contact seals the deal. You just lock eyes with your mate and...that's it. You’ve found your other half. Some call that moment a ‘click’. Others, a ‘shift’. Others still a sort of…‘clarity’.
At any rate, the ensuing eye contact, in conjunction with the hormones coursing through both of your bodies, establishes an empathic link. Over time, the link grows stronger, and, in some couples - like my parents - it develops into true telepathy.
But, as comforting as it is knowing that there's someone out there who’s meant just for you...well, statistics aren’t really in your favour here. I mean, there are seven billion people in the world. Your soulmate could be somewhere on the opposite end of the planet, separated from you by borders and oceans. People can go their whole lives, catching the eyes of everyone who passes by them, and feel nothing, find nothing.
So, most people try not to get too hung up on it. You either find them, or you don’t. It doesn’t stop you from finding someone who loves you, even without the happy hormones helping things along.
The running joke is that fifty percent of marriages end in divorce, but only because the other half couldn't get a divorce from a soul bond even if they wanted to.
Now, let me just clarify: even when you do find that person, it doesn't always mean romance. I mean, look at Caitlin and Cisco. Soulmates, but definitely the platonic kind. Cait’s happily married to Ronnie and Cisco? Well, he’s still pining after Lisa Snart, so we’ll see how that works out for him.
So, you see, the whole ‘soulmates’ thing doesn’t really prevent you from doing what you want anyway. A lot of people have sort of thrown up the middle finger at the entire idea and just decided to just... live their lives.
And in some ways, it’s safer.
I’ve seen what it’s like, when one half of your soul dies. I saw it every time I looked my dad after mom’s death. It’s a...hollowness in his eyes. It's an emptiness. A vacancy that can't be filled.
So, yeah, it’s beautiful and amazing and also really scary. I mean, being The Flash isn’t exactly a safe line of work. Either I’m going to die and leave someone behind, and leave that hollow-empty feeling there...or someone’s going to be taken away from me and I’m going to be the one who’s hollow-empty.
But then, I’ll see a couple like Iris and Eddie and I almost want to thank the person who stole Iris’ purse because that’s how they met. And boy did Iris fight against it. Iris West is definitely not the kind of person who’s happy to have life choices made for her. She fought, tooth and nail, and made Eddie earn every glance, every cautious smile, every moment.
She made Eddie earn her love.
And look at them now. It’s like looking at my parents: two people who are totally, completely perfect for one another.
This soulmates thing is weird and twisted and complicated and it doesn’t always work out the way that you think it should but...some part of me can’t help but wait and secretly hope that it’ll happen to me too.
My name is Barry Allen. And this is the story of how I changed the timeline and met my mate.
***
As far as timelines go, this one wasn't too bad. It wasn't ideal by any means but at least no one was evil and his team was more or less how they were before Barry had changed things.
Barry followed dutifully behind Joe, baffled and trying to keep up. He needed things to get back to normal, or at least, as normal as things could ever be while being a speedster.
Returning to ostensible normalcy meant returning to his job. His actual, mask-less, superpower-free one, that is. Well. Partially powers-free. Barry always did use his abilities in and around the lab. It just felt like such a waste of time if he didn't.
Barry Allen, of course, was all about maintaining time.
"We found another husk this morning," Joe said.
"Husk?" Okay, so maybe he should have read up on a few case files prior to this return.
"Singh wants this processed ASAP." Barry was about to reach out and take the sample in question, opening his mouth to say something along the lines of ‘I'll get right on it’. However, the bagged evidence was, evidently, not being given to him, placed as it was on someone else's desk.
And since when was there more than one desk in here? Never mind more than one CSI.
"Yes, the skin husks that we've been finding around the city. The ones we think are attached to the metahumans. This is now the fourth one." The stranger’s voice was brusque, likely pitched to be businesslike, professional. To Barry he just sounded exhausted.
In the midst of the swirling confusion in his mind, Barry felt a stab of sympathy and a touch of warmth. It pickled along his skin like the now-familiar sensation of electricity. At least, that was the immediate emotion, at any rate. More distantly, he could feel a bone-deep tiredness, layered over with a veneer of indifference, along with a few other things that were too tangled for him to immediately identify.
All of this, of course, made perfect sense until Barry paused to wonder how it was that he somehow gained a second set of emotions. He could feel that one set, the former set, was distinctly his, while the the other was definitely not-his. Barry looked around, wondering if there was a meta at work here. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone had toyed with him through his feelings.
Joe’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing Barry back to the present. "Deep. Breaths," he instructed. That was Joe West’s ‘parent’ voice, down to the finger raised in his direction that was silently telling him to behave. Message delivered, Joe headed for the door.
Barry turned to try and catch his attention. There was definitely something going on here and if it was the work of a meta then they needed to come up with a plan (and Joe needed to cover for him while he did his his Flash thing).
Instead, Barry was left behind in the lab with two sets of emotions and a few dozen unanswered questions. Slowly, Barry looked back and directed glance in the newcomer’s direction.
Well, at least one of these questions could be answered.
"Uhh...hello...?"
"Yes. Hello. Mr. Allen. I can still see you're there. And no, I don't want your help, thank you," the man drawled.
Alright. Not a friendly stranger. Got it.
Barry peered at the nameplate, neatly angled to allow anyone walking in to see who was who. Barry's own nameplate - since when did he even have one of those? Right. Probably when he got himself a lab mate and he wasn't the only CSI in the building - was nearly indistinguishable from the rest of the clutter on his desk.
"What are you doing here Julian Albert...Meta-Human CSI specialist?" Barry spared a quick moment to wonder when Meta-Human Specialists even began to exist as an actual profession.
Right. Timelines.
Julian didn't look up as he answered, "I did tell you that the Meta-Human conference was only for two days." He sounded bored and Barry felt a wave of annoyance from him, as though he regularly fended such ‘stupid questions’.
"Okay…” Barry tried to be patient. This guy didn't know, after all, that he had travelled through time, changed the past and affected the present and had a three-month gap in his memory from living in another timeline. No one but Felicity did, so far. “But this is--"
"Still our lab." Julian looked up and their eyes met.
Whatever the terminology was, Barry felt it. All of it. At once, and it was a minor miracle that he managed to stay on his feet as his blood sang in his veins and a single word rung out, like the sharp chime of an unexpected bell.
‘Soulmate.’
A flurry of thoughts flew through his mind, all in under a second. His mate. Barry had found his mate. He was here and in front of him and wow his eyes were really blue and he was so handsome and he was a CSI too so they already had things in common.
He had a mate. A mate!
Barry hadn't banked on ever finding him - or her. Not between being The Flash and fighting evil metas and everything else that happened in this crazy life of his.
Suddenly it made sense - the extra set of emotions, the sudden pull he felt towards the other man, the need to comfort someone who was rightly still a stranger for all intents and purposes.
He wanted to introduce himself, but, no he couldn’t do that, could he? If they were lab mates then they’d have known one another for months, easily, and that realization tipped his brain into hyperdrive.
Barry had known his mate for months in this timeline.
So then…
Was he…?
Was he...married?
Barry felt as nauseated as he did excited. How much of this life had he missed? How much did he need to know and how on earth was he supposed to explain to his soulmate that he wasn’t the same person that Julian had come to know (and possibly bonded with?)
Months. Months of catching up to do. Months of memories he didn’t have. Though, it did explain the sudden strength of the bond. They’d known one another for a while, and Barry had stepped into the shoes of his other self, picking up all the proverbial baggage that came with it.
No, it’d be okay. Barry needed to trust that things would be fine. If Julian was his soulmate - and there were enough hormones in his blood to prove that correct - then he’d understand. He would have to...wouldn’t he?
Unhindered, Julian kept talking. "Unfortunately," he finished.
Barry frowned and a feeling of wrongness settled over him. Something was off here, and that feeling of nausea curdled and ramped up as Barry stared back at Julian, searching for something, some kind of acknowledgement of their bond, anything close to the elation currently coursing through him. He searched, both through the bond and in Julian’s eyes for some sort of recognition or acceptance or...anything. “W-what?” Barry asked, shakily. He hadn’t entirely been paying attention to what exactly it was that Julian had been saying.
In his defence, Barry was a bit distracted.
There was nothing but a faint flicker of confusion in Julian’s eyes, one that was quickly replaced with irritation. "Yes, County forgot to mention that significant detail before assigning me but, here we are.” Julian stood, jaw tight, radiating enough hostility to make the empathic bond redundant. “Looks like you and I get to be roomies for a little longer than we'd hoped."
With a terse, faked smile, Julian turned his back and Barry's heart sank into his stomach.
This wasn't like the stories. This wasn't like anything that Barry had ever seen or read about. Meeting your soulmate was supposed to be this magical, amazing thing. Your soulmate wasn't supposed to reject you...and once you found that special person, you weren't supposed to feel alone.
Barry felt alone.
***
Felicity squeaked and slammed her hand down on a stack of papers, feeling that familiar rush of wind that signalled a speedster’s arrival. “No...” she said, allowing herself a moment to mourn the loss of her organization. “Barry.” The call of his name was both a question and a comment as she spun her chair around to look at her frazzled friend.
Silently, she watched him pace, letting him gather his words. “Am I married?” he asked, suddenly. “Or was I? Or about to be? Or…?”
Felicity blinked. “Uh. No…? At least...I don’t think so? I mean, you would’ve told me if you were…” she paused. “You would tell me if you ever got married, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. Yeah, of course I would.” Barry stalked back and forth a few more times before leaning his weight against the back of a chair, covering his face with his hands. “I messed up.”
Felicity frowned. “Did you...marry someone? Is this some kind of Vegas situation? Because I thought speedsters couldn’t get drunk.”
“It. Well, no. We can’t. And this is way worse than any ‘Vegas’ situation. If I could choose a Vegas situation I’d chose it. Happily.”
“Okay so it’s not. Then…?”
Barry took a breath, and began to explain.
By the time Barry had finished detailing all that had happened, Felicity was up on her feet, pacing, and Barry was the one slunk down in a chair. “So…” she shook her head. “Wow. Okay.”
“And that’s not all of it.”
“There’s more?”
“I found my soulmate.”
A heartbeat, and then, “...Barry that sounds like the exact opposite of a problem. Your soulmate! Wow! That’s--”
“And he hates me.”
“I don’t...Is that even possible?”
Barry ran his hands through his hair for the fifteenth time that minute. “I don’t know. It’s like it’s...one sided. Like, I felt it Felicity. All of it. I felt it happen but...Nothing. Nothing from him.”
“Maybe he’s just not good at expressing himself?” Felicity asked, perching on the edge of the desk closest to Barry.
“No, I don’t think that’s it. It’s like...he’s blocked off. Okay so, my parents always said that the bond…’works outward’. Once it’s in place, you can always sense the other person, and they can sense you. I can get a read on Julian but…” Barry shook his head. “There’s nothing proving that he’s sensing anything from me. Like this bond is one way only. Can you even have an unrequited soulmate? Has that...ever been a thing?”
Felicity shrugged and set a hand on Barry’s shoulder, feeling nothing but tensed muscle under her hand. “I don’t know. I can look into it, if you want...but I’ve never heard anything like it.” She squeezed gently.
"I don't know how to fix this."
"Well, you're gonna figure it out because of there's one thing I've learned from you is that, with you, anything is possible," Felicity said, reassuringly.
"Why because I'm The Flash?"
"No. Because you are Barry Allen. And sweet, loving, kind Barry Allen who everybody likes; The Barry Allen who is just like pudding, can fix this. So go, and fix this."
"Yeah. Okay. You're right. Yeah.."
Felicity stared. "Now!"
Barry's eyes snapped to hers. "Right now?"
"Yes!"
***
As it turned out, time travel was not the solution for fixing it. It had been such a good plan too: try another reset, make sure everyone was okay this time, that Joe and Iris were talking and Dante was still alive…And then find Julian Albert and do this whole bondmates thing properly.
Jay yanked him out of the speedforce and literally sat him down to explain that, no, this wasn’t going to work and, yes, Barry just needed to live with his changes.
So it was time to live with the changes.
It got easier over time and, eventually, Barry was forgiven - thanks, impromptu aliens for helping fix his life - and things returned to that ostensible normalcy that Barry had come to expect.
There was still the matter of the one-sided soul bond. With his immediate loved ones taken care of, Barry could return his attention to Julian. There would be no more of those half-tried attempts to befriend him.
Is a truth or a lie better? What about when it comes to being a jealous partner who has no reason to be jealous? What's better then?
It started, as all jealousy does, as Julian noticing how close Barry and Iris are. He knows Barry and Iris are siblings (Adopted counts in Julian's book - He’s seen loyalty before, and he appreciates the gesture of families not being related by blood) and that Barry used to have a crush on Iris. That’s ok - but some traitorous part of him when seeing the two stand next to each other at the annual Flash / Arrow Team Christmas Gathering way too closely for siblings, starts to doubt what he and Barry have going on. They have no titles - hard too when one is a brainwashed-supervillain-in-recovery and one is a superhero who is supposed to be hunting the other and they work together. In both their jobs (Does superheroing/villianing count as a job? Barry certainly thinks so, much to Julian's announced. He would like to spend time with his… partner thank you very much).
God it’s Daniel all over again - Julian was the jealous partner in that relationship too - and look where that got him. Dumped because he thought his boyfriend was cheating on him. He doesn’t want a repeat of last time but it’s really, really difficult to not see it. The slightly too long glances on each side and the body contact . Arms rubbing as they sip something bronze (Julian isn’t sure who’s on the hard stuff - Iris is known to be practically impossible to get drunk and it is impossible to get Barry drunk - and a few too glances. The tension is figuratively pouring off them and Julian can't watch.
Barry always knows when someone's upset - Cisco’s questioned it at a meta ability (“ Meta’s can’t have multiple abilities Cisco” “We don’t know that. It is kinda uncanny though you have to admit. Catlin? What do you think? Caitlin?” “She’s busy Cisco. No time for us between Ronnie and the job” “I’m insulted.” ) and somehow he must pick up on Julian’s… moping and swiftly (As swift as a superfast klutz can. Everyone here is aware of what everyone else does in their ‘free time’ - Julian is sure Oliver (He knows the Green Arrow personally - what is his life) is armed with a range weapon or 10 and that the White Canary is definitely not sharpening her nails while flirting with Kara. Definitely not.) makes his way over to Julian, affectionately rubbing against him like a cat while doing so.
It doesn’t improve his mood. Of course Barry notices. Suddenly those big green/gold eyes are on him, and god they are so confused. He’s supposed to be enjoying himself - not being jealous of Iris. Doesn’t help though - He can’t ignore the fact that her attention is still on Barry, no matter how hard Thea tries to pry it away. At this rate everyone will know of his pathetic jealousy by the end of the night - something he really wants to avoid. It’s Barry or everyone - and Barry always comes first.
“Hey mate ” Taunting, mocking, friendly, lovely - all feelings his tone could be interpreted as. Exciting.
“What’s wrong Julian? Have you meet everyone yet? Did someone say something about you being a former villain? I mean Sara brought Snart who we can all safely say did more that Alchemy - Who said it?” Always running at a million kilometers and hour Barr - Slow down.
“No-one said anything - But are you saying you would so beat up someone for me? I’m touched”
“ Don’t pull that game with me Jul - What’s wrong? I've never seen you so upset.” It’s a lie and they both know it - but he's never been this upset while in the company of friends (and allies. And a whole bunch of very, very dangerous people armed to the teeth.)
Truth or a lie?
If I tell the truth he’ll be embarrassed - flustered. He’ll think of me differently… It’s a stupid fear.
If I tell a lie he’ll be annoyed, but understanding. I can put on a brave face for the rest of the evening and Barr will forget this all in the morning as he’ll be half starved… It’s a stupid idea.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Julian Albert may be in love with his Potions partner.
This crosses his mind a few weeks into their partnership as they’re smelling the fumes coming from their brewed Amortentia. He’s been smelling the fumes for the last 20 minutes or so as other groups have finished their own potions, way too early for them to have brewed it properly but that has nothing to do with him, but as they finish their own and he stands in front of the cauldron on their table with the smell a million times stronger than he thought it would be, his life flashes before his eyes because of course, he would be dumb enough to fall in love with Barry Allen.
The potion smells like vanilla mixed in with the coffee he hated but always magically had a cup of because the West girl from Gryffindor had apparently started working at a coffee shop during the last holidays. There’s something else too that smells sharp and the closest word he can come to is electric but he knows that’s not exactly it, he also knows this is going to bother him for the rest of the week because why can Barry not just smell like freshly mown grass or something less obscure.
He only realises he’s been staring at the potion for longer than he’d thought when Barry’s suddenly right next to him and waving a hand in front of his face, his immediate reaction is to slap the hand away which he regrets as soon as a look of hurt flashed over Barry’s face, he knows he should stop being prickly towards the American boy as he’s been told a million times by his Ravenclaw housemates since the beginning of their 6th year but here they are once again.
“Sorry,”, he grits out as Barry starts backing off, “I was just a little distracted.”
“It’s understandable considering you’re smelling what the person you’re going to end up with smells like, but you still haven’t told me what you can smell.”, Barry says, a smile back on his face as he carries on clearing their table.
Oh, oh yeah, Barry wants to know what he can smell. He is not freaking out, he’s just trying to frantically sort through his options, tell the truth or lie, and neither of these options is appealing to him at the moment.
So he does what he does best in moments of panic, mediocre deflection is apparently a skill of his. “Why should I even tell you mine when I don’t know yours?”.
How far he’s fallen, he misses the good old days when he had a snarky comment for everything, now he’s been reduced to playground retorts, and not even the good ones.
The laugh coming from Barry Allen just solidifies his disappointments as he feels his ears going red, the Hufflepuff has no right to laugh at him when he’s put Julian in such an awkward situation.
“You never asked me for mine,”, Barry gasps out as Julian considers moving far, far away to somewhere where this boy will never find him.
Of course, he can’t even think this without feeling a little pang in his heart as he considers not seeing the Hufflepuff ever again and to say he hates himself for it is possibly the understatement of the century.
Through his growing self-hatred, he hears Barry say the word ‘you’. Julian isn’t sure what exactly Barry is talking about so he glances over at him to see him fiddling with the pestle and mortar.
“What?”, he asks after a few seconds of silence when he realises that Barry is determined to keep examining the tools in his hands as if they have some unknown meaning.
“My potion smells like you.”, the words are barely above a mumble and directed to the pestle, which is now floating above their table in slow circles, but Julian hears them loud and clear. In fact, it’s the last thing he hears for a while.
~
The first thing he sees is the huge vase of flowers on top of his side table, they’re so bright that they almost feel like they’re filling up the entire room. It takes him a few seconds to realise that what he’s seeing are sunflowers.
The first thing he feels is a hand holding onto his, still a bit sluggish he looks down and sees a sleeping Barry and everything that happened comes back to him instantly and with it comes the embarrassment he feels colouring his cheeks red. He considers kicking Barry awake but decides that he looks too pretty when he’s sleeping so he stares up at the ceiling until his skin returns to normal and he can think of what happened without wanting to punch himself in the face.
Madame Pomfrey bustles in not long after and fusses over him, waking Barry up in the process and it’s all he can do to not kiss Barry’s sleepy face as he blinks the sleep from his eyes and yawns lazily.
Pomfrey shoots Barry a dirty look, which goes unnoticed by the barely awake boy, but clears Julian quite quickly telling him that he most likely fainted because of the lack of ‘adequate airing down in the dungeons’. She warns him to not bring his boyfriend back as she does her final checks before letting him leave. Barry, who is still half asleep, shoots an indignant look at her but she rushes them out of the room and levitates the huge sunflowers after them letting Barry take them.
As soon as the door is closed, Barry hands the flowers to Julian murmuring something about them being for him and Julian takes them hesitantly trying to understand how he got to this point in his life.
Barry breaks the silence that has settled around them, “They’re sunflowers, they’re supposed to mean hope and adoration. Well partially, they also have some spiritual significance but I don’t think that applies in this case but definitely, the hope and adoration part because I really hope you didn’t smell someone else in the dungeons cause this is going to be really awkward if you did but i ju-”,
Julian decides that Barry has been babbling on for long enough and suddenly Julian is kissing Barry, Julian is on his toes because the idiot had to be taller than him and his hand is gripping at the yellow and black tie to pull him down a little to make this a little less difficult. Barry takes a few seconds to realise that kisses require effort from both people so Julian starts pulling away but Barry follows him and suddenly they’re kissing and why had they not done this before?
Julian starts to forget himself and melt into Barry until suddenly there’s glass crashing on the floor and water splashing onto their feet and giggles as they pull apart to stare at the mess they’ve made.
