It's relatively common knowledge at this point that when Harry's S.T.A.R. Labs office door is closed with a flower sticking out from under the door, no one is to interrupt him.
Much like right now.
As you sit on Harry's lap at his desk, you practice signing your name on a scrap piece of paper.
Mrs. (Y/N) Wells.
He plants lazy kisses on your neck, hands gliding down the back of the new strappy black dress he'd recently bought you.
"It suits you," he says against your skin.
"The dress?"
He hums a laugh. "The name."
"You think?"
"Mmhm." His hands on you continue to rub your back between the crisscrossing straps.
"I like the sound of it, too-" you let out a squawk when his fingers tickle your sides. "How old are you?!" You start squirming on top of him. Harry lets out a "Hehehehe," clearly enjoying your reaction. You try to remove his hands, but he's got you locked in place. Neither of you hears the office door open through all your howling.
A backpack falls on the floor.
"Um...?" You finally hear a voice.
"Jess?" Harry asks in disbelief, not only dropping his devious hands but his smile, too.
Jess? As in Jesse? Harry's quick-minded daughter who ran away?
"What are you doing here? I thought you were travelling around with what's-his-name?" But Jesse ignores her father and stares at you still on his lap. You get up off of him at a speed Barry would be proud of and flatten your dress down.
"Dad..? Who's this?"
Harry appears as if he's been caught in a crossfire, standing up as well. "Uh well, Jesse, Sweetie, this is (Y/N). My fiancée."
"Hi, Jesse! It's so nice to finally meet you," you say, rounding the desk toward her. You try to push out the thoughts of how you have been totally defiling her father from your head. "Harry's told me so much about you!" You stick out your hand for her to shake, but Jesse merely looks you up and down with her arms folded across her chest.
"Not sure I can say the same."
Oh...
To you, it sounded a touch on the hostile side, which makes your heart sink. Meeting his daughter should be a happy occasion, shouldn't it? Awkward, maybe. But not hostile and unpleasant. You look to Harry for reassurance, who practically gawks at the both of you.
"Fiancée, Dad? Really?"
"Jess, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't get ahold of you. You wouldn't answer me."
"I really am looking forward to getting to know you better," you try again, with a genuinely kind smile.
"Don't get too comfortable," she tells you, then turns to her father, "I'll be at the house."
She hoists her backpack up to her shoulder and leaves the room. Truthfully, you're stunned.
"(Y/N), I apologize for her. That's not-"
"What? No! It's fine. I'm fine."
But Harry looks positively stricken. Seeing his daughter again after all this time, after their last argument... it must be hard for him.
"Harry, I think you should go home," you tell him. "Talk with her. I know it might be awkward for you both after what happened between you, but you need to talk with your daughter."
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Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)
FanfictionWhen 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 undergr...