An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
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Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
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A sudden outburst beside you in bed brings you out of your deep sleep.
“Hmm...?” you say groggily. After your eyes adjust to the room, you notice Harry sweating through the bedsheets, tossing and turning and grunting in his sleep, a slave to what you assume is a bad dream.
“Harry?” Finally, he breaks through thanks to the concern in your voice. He bolts upright and breathes heavily, startled in the darkness of the room. You place your hand on his arm which he covers with his own and holds it tight. You ask if he’s alright, but he starts to worry you when he doesn’t respond, just staring straight ahead at nothing. This has never happened before, this kind of fit. You take Harry’s hand and try to get him to look at you.
"What's wrong?"
“Hmm? Nothing. It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”
"Hare." You brush your hair to the side and give him a look that you know he's keeping something from you.
“I can’t...” he says pathetically. You can see whatever it is, it’s hurting him, and you’ve never seen Harry hurt like this before. You carefully move to kneel in front of him and cup his face with both of your hands, seeing the slight glimmer of tears welling up in his eyes.
“Please tell me. I need to know so I can help you. Please, Harrison...”
"I..." He averts his gaze before looking back up to your eyes. "I watched you die. Brutally. Right in front of me and I couldn't do anything. I couldn’t move. You died because of me." Your heart is breaking for him. You can only imagine what that dream could have looked like to him.
"It was just a bad dream, Harry. I'm right here," you say, taking his hand and guiding it to your beating heart. You stroke his temple with your thumb, pressing your forehead against his. Harry breathes you in like you’re the only thing he needs to survive in this world.
"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," you tell him, “Remember?” He doesn’t respond with words, though his breathing is starting to return to normal. You both stay still like this for a while. Harry’s eyes close, and you can tell he’s trying to soak in your presence, letting it anchor him to reality.
"I'm just worried…” he starts again quietly, “one day I'll lose you and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I'd be completely powerless, robbed of you, and it would kill me. It would kill me, (Y/N)...” Your chest tightens up at his vocalized fears and the way he’s desperately looking at you. You pull him close so that his head rests against your chest.
“Not going to happen. Ever. Not on my watch,” you make the promise, of which you’re not sure you can necessarily keep, but you'll do your very best to keep it because damn everything to hell if you're going to ever have this man more broken than he already is.
Harry exhales as if the weight of his worries are finally leaving his body and mind. At least, for the night. You pet his hair, his arms, his chest all to calm him back into sleeping again.
Harry shifts you over in bed so that he ends up spooning you, holding you close as if you’ve become his security blanket. You hear the tell-tale signs of him falling asleep after a bit, leaving you still awake, deep in thought.
You fear you are becoming exactly what you’d hoped not to be. His weakness. A fragile point that someone can target to get at Harry and his business. You let out a small sigh at your realization. You’ll have to get stronger, for his sake, so that his dream will never come true.
***
The following morning, you fidget with your hands just before Harry is about to leave for work. He’s not going to like what you have to say, but damn it, you’re going to say it anyway!
“Harry, I know you said I’d never have to fight… but I want you to teach me self-defence.” Your tone is defiant and confident as you stand in front of your boyfriend.
“I- why?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. You can tell he’s reluctant to show you anything that would potentially lead you into any kind of danger.
“Last night… your dream, nightmare, it got me thinking. I want to be able to protect myself if anything were to happen-”
“-Nothing is going to happen to you,” he cuts in, seemingly resolved after his outburst last night. “I’m always going to be there to protect you.”
“But what if you’re not, Harry?” you implore, “You can’t always be around ‘just in case’ someone attacks me. And I love you, but I’m not really into the whole ‘damsel-in-distress’ thing. I want to be able to look out for myself, whether you’re there or not.”
The corner of Harry’s lips turn up at your confidence, and you can see him turning the decision over in his mind.
“Alright… self-defence only. Some hand to hand combat, just enough to get yourself out of trouble.”
You grin up at him before slipping your arms around his middle and hugging him tightly.
“Thank you, Harry. When do we start?”
Harry seems to like your eagerness. “Come to the Labs after you finish at the shop and we can get started. We have training rooms under the building.”
“Is there anything you don’t do there?” you ask, to which he smiles and kisses the top of your head.
But, you do as he says and as soon as you lock up after a moderately busy day, you walk the few blocks to S.T.A.R. Labs, already dressed in your workout outfit. Harry meets you at the building’s entrance dressed in a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a hoodie.
All black, naturally.
“Welcome back, sweet pea.” He kisses you hello. “We’re going to head down to the training facility in the basement.”
“Okay,” you say and let him lead the way inside.
It’s an impressive setup - dozens of training rooms all throughout the lowest level. As Harry leads you to your own room, you peek in through the windows seeing his men go at each other viciously. You’re glad they’re on your side.
Your room is completely padded on every wall, including the ceiling. You wring your hands together, unable to help but feel a little nervous now that this is actually happening.
“Where do we start?” you ask.
“Show me your best punch.”
You go to stand directly in front of him, planning to aim for his upper chest area. Pulling back your arm, you let it go and your fist collides with his body.
He doesn’t even flinch.
You try it again with a little more force behind it.
“No, come on. Hit me," Harry says with a little smirk, making a small 'come at me' motion as you stand in front of him, pouting a bit at his teasing.
"I am! You're just so muscular that you can't even feel it!"
You take another swing at him, but he easily blocks you and makes you stumble backwards a few paces.
“You can’t let me use your momentum against you.” He starts to circle you on the mat. “Make your movements smaller, more compact. That’s how you’ll win a fight,” he tells you as you look at him with a determined expression. Although, it was difficult to soak in what he had just told you because Harry had shed his black hoodie, now showing off his jaw-dropping arm muscles that you’ll never tire of. You have the urge to run your hands over them, to feel his sinewy biceps...
"Kitten?"
"Huh, yeah?"
"Were you paying attention?"
"Pft! Yeah, I was totally paying attention and not staring at your… wonderfully muscled body..." your words dying down as you speak. You look at the floor in embarrassment. "I'm trying, okay?" you say with a little laugh, cheeks tinged with pink.
"I know." He comes up behind you, helping position your arms and legs to get a good hit. Not that that does much for your concentration either, because you can’t deny that you love the way his toned body is pressing up against yours.
"And as soon as you can land a good couple of hits, you should have me distracted enough to sweep my leg out so I go down. Got it?"
"Uh... I think?"
You shake yourself out of your little daydream and focus on his instructions because you know he really is trying to help and it is crucial that you get this right. Since Harry initially didn’t want you having anything to do with training of any kind, you needed to prove how serious you were about this. No more would you be his weakness. It takes several more attempts, but finally, you manage to pin him to the mat, a huge grin growing on your face in realization that you actually did it.
"I did it!"
You’re totally unaware that you're straddling his hips. You throw your arms up in triumph, and his hands automatically fly to your hips when they're freed from you, with a small smile on his face. He lifts himself up so that he sat upright, your chests touching and presses a deep kiss to your lips.
"I'm proud of you," he says quietly, still wearing a gentle smile. You return it, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Harry gives you small kisses in celebration, which you make happy noises at, lips smacking against each other. But Cisco just has to walk into the practice room to see you two kissing like this on the ground.
"Hey, we practice here!" he exclaims.
You feel your face get warmer at getting caught and climb out of Harry's lap and up off of the floor. Harry rolls his eyes at Cisco.
“How about a break, Flower? You’re doing so well. I’m impressed.” Harry hands you your water bottle and a towel to wipe the sweat that was glistening on your forehead.
“Thank you.”
“Would you like to have a look in on how my team trains?” You nod at the suggestion, Harry taking your hand and leading you out of the room.
"I wouldn't use the mat on the left," he says to Cisco as you walk away and you catch the younger man’s eyes go wide.
"Harry! But we didn't do anything!"
"He doesn't need to know that," he tells you with an amused smirk. He guides you down the hall and around a corner to a much more extensive training area where several men are paired off against each other.
This is intense.
“Wow... they’re good.”
“I only recruit the best.” You stare in awe at the masterful moves presented before you on the mats. One man holds the other in a headlock, face turning red and unable to breathe. You tug on Harry’s arm.
“Harry, he’s killing him. Aren’t you going to do something?!”
Your boyfriend stays where he is, eyes narrowed at the desperate struggle in front of him. He seems too invested, curious even, at the outcome.
Just when it seems like the brutal end, the man in the submissive hold locks his leg around the other’s while keeping his back curved forward. Bending his knees and turning one hundred and eighty degrees outward, he pulls his attacker’s arm diagonally across his body and throws him down hard on the mat.
“Oomph!”
Harry starts a slow clap and smiles proudly. The rest of the onlookers in the room join in the applause. You clap too, once you shake yourself out of your shocked daze. You had really thought he was going to die…
You take Harry’s hand.
“Let’s go again,” you say eagerly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You and Harry go back to sparring in your training room, with you having found a little boost in your motivation to become better at this.
You manage to pin Harry to the mat a couple of times in a row, but then he starts making it harder and you realize he’s been taking it reasonably easy on you so far. He pins you to the mat once, flips you over so you land on your hands and knees another (although he had been fairly gentle in lowering you to the ground) and you are currently standing in front of him with his arm around your neck, just showing you what could happen if this was a more hostile environment.
“What did I tell you?” he whispers in your ear, “Don’t let me-”
“-get behind you, yeah, I know,” you say exasperatedly, holding onto his forearm which rests in front of your throat.
“Now, how would you get out of this one, Flower? You can’t overpower me,” Harry asks, looking at you intently.
“Well, I’m seriously considering kicking you where it’s going to hurt, but I might hold off on that in case I ever want to have children with you,” you reply with a smirk, turning your head to look at his amused blue eyes. Although something flickers in them at your words… something you can’t quite place. You feel your cheeks warm at the thought that he’s thinking about what you’ve just said. Oh god, no, it’s far too early to be considering that.
“I do appreciate your restraint, Flower,” he says with a chuckle, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “But if you ever do get in a situation like this, I think it’d be highly effective.”
You use your entire body’s strength to flip Harry to the ground, catching him off-guard in his affectionate state. You detect a series of emotions in his eyes below you - the first being surprise, then clearly proud, then… arousal?
Harry clears his throat, “Well done.”
“Thank you.”
“Think you can do it again?”
You smirk and say, “I think so, yes.”
Harry holds up a finger to you. “Hang on.” He gets up from the floor and leaves the room for maybe two minutes, only to return with a few large men.
You feel your stomach drop at the sight of them and point between yourself and your potential opponents. “You want me… them? Really?”
“It’s not going to be me you’ll find attacking you,” he puts. “Strangers. Big guys. And here they are.” Harry stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Go get ‘em.”
With a daring, verging on mean, expression, you bend your knees in a ready position. Let’s kick some ass.
Your challenger fake-lunges at you in trying to catch you off guard, but you are far too focused to take the bait. You circle each other, but the man is fast - he grabs your wrist and spins you so that your back is against him. His arm is around your neck, but luckily you’re still able to breathe since you have your hand lodged in between your windpipe and his arm. It’s the same hold Harry had caught you in.
But this time, you don’t hold back.
You ram your elbow into your mock-foe’s gut, knocking him off balance, then take his wrist this time and twist. And the pièce de résistance - a sharp knee to the groin. He bends over in agony, and you start to express your apologies, but the man holds up a hand to say he’s okay.
You are thrilled you did so well, and by the look on Harry’s face, so is he.
“Good, um, match?” you congratulate the man, now sitting. He mumbles something which sounded like, “you too.”
“I think that’s enough for today, Flower.” Harry goes to rub your shoulders. “You were exceptional.”
“Thanks to you.” He grins down at you, hand on your lower back as he ushers you out of the training room, leaving everyone to continue their practice. You notice a tall figure standing at the end of the corridor and squint.
“Harry, who’s that over there?” you ask, pointing at a man you’ve never seen before in the building. He stares into one of the training room windows where two others are battling each other.
Harry recognizes the man in the distance, “That’s James, our new bookkeeper. So far he’s passed our entry tests, but we’ll see how he does on the job.”
You nod. The two of you walk down the hall, moving closer to the new addition to Harry’s team. The man, James, senses this and turns to greet his boss.
“Good evening, Sir,” he says.
“James,” Harry replies, “You’re here late.”
“Thought I’d see how the other half conducts themselves.” James’ eyes move to you. He smiles, then introduces himself.
“I saw you fight a little while ago,” he says, “I’m impressed.”
He was watching us? How did I not notice?
“Thank you,” you say, “It was my first time.”
“Had me fooled.”
“I have a very skilled teacher,” you grin, looking up at Harry, who’s smiling back.
“I have no doubt about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He nods to Harry, “Sir.” The man takes his leave, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“He seems nice,” you muse. “Great accent, too.”
Harry doesn’t say anything, eyes glued to the bookkeeper’s back, watching him walk away and into the elevator.
***
The Dark Archer, Malcolm Merlyn, paces the room while his mole stands before him, arms behind his back.
“Do the cops have enough to arrest Wells?”
“Not yet,” the British spy replies, “but they soon will. When they get an anonymous tip telling them to look at his books, they’ll have all they need to tie him to his activities at the docks. And soon, I’ll know where all his bodies are buried. Figuratively and literally.”
“Good.” Malcolm pauses and moves to the window of his office at Merlyn Global Group overlooking the night lights of Star City. “He knows we know about his sweetheart but nothing needs to happen to her. I’ll settle for breaking him by having him only be able to see her from behind a pane of glass.”
The mole waits awkwardly by the mobster’s desk.
“What, you’re still here?” Merlyn catches his spy in the window’s reflexion.
“I just need to know- What has Wells done to you why you’re after him and his empire?”
“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but the bastard killed my wife in that explosion. Now get out. And don’t come back until the deed is done.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
A/N: Alright folks, this is the second to last chapter of our story... It’s a long and exciting one, so please enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths
A/N: Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story.
