After rushing everyone back to S.T.A.R. Labs, Harry, Jesse, and the team frantically try to pull a plan out of thin air with very little information to work from.
The ringtone on Harry's phone at this moment seems almost deafening, making everyone freeze. Could it be you? Everyone else is present... Harry answers the call but doesn't address the mystery caller on the other end.
"Harrison, right? I don't believe we've met in person," says the voice, "but I think we have a mutual little friend..."
"Darhk."
"A little birdy once told me if you love something, set it free," Damien laughs evilly on the line, gently making a swirling motion with his hand as it grasps a clear glass of red wine. You are currently unconscious in your cell with a crown of rose thorns on your head and cold and iron chains around your wrists and ankles. "Shame you couldn't do the same for your precious little Flower."
"Darhk, if you do anything to her, I swear-"
"What I do to her is entirely up to you." Darhk's voice is calm, as though he and Harry were chatting about something like the weather. Harry clenches his fist. How dare he talk about your life so casually. "No, I'm calling now to make you an offer. I have what you want, and you have what I want, so I'm proposing a deal."
There's a moment of silence on the other end and Harry blinks slowly, waiting.
"You hand everything over to me. The Labs, that profitable sketchy business and all that comes with it. You do this, and your bride will be yours again, just maybe a little out of sorts..."
Harry blows a puff of air, shaking his head towards the ground. He can't believe it's come to this. His entire life's work for his whole world.
He doesn't think twice.
Harry swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Deal," Harry agrees firmly, his lips pressed into a thin line as he avoids everyone's eyes and stares ahead. "You have yourself a deal, Darhk."
"Excellent," the villain replies and Harry hears the wicked smile in his voice. "I'll give you a week. Seven days to have everything drawn up and ready to hand over to me. I'll give you an address on the morning of so that we can conduct our exchange. Your queen will be happy to see you, I have no doubt."
Harry licks his lips in thought. He's doing this on purpose. He must know your wedding day is in five days. But he'll still have you then.
"Fine," Harry utters through gritted teeth. "Seven days."
The line goes dead and he pockets his phone. When Harry turns around, he finds everyone staring at him in anticipation.
"Damien Darhk?" Barry wonders. "What did he want?"
"Does he have (Y/N)?" Caitlin asks.
Harry nods. "Yeah. And he wants everything I have in exchange."
"Everything?" Cisco clarifies.
"The Labs, the business and everything in between," Harry replies.
"Including the tech? The metacine?"
Wait. That's it.
"The metacine. Queen." Harry snaps his head up in realization. He hastily stands up from his chair with his hands flat on his desk. "I think... I have a plan," he looks to each one of them - Barry, Iris, Cisco, Caitlin, and Joe. They all inch closer with knitted eyebrows and concerned expressions. "Darhk said 'queen' - he meant (Y/N), but he's given me an idea. We need a certain Mr. Oliver Queen for this to work."
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Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)
Fiksi PenggemarWhen 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...