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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Hermione x Reader - Trouble

Could you do a Hermione x reader where your Harry’s sister (in the same year) and you guys are both put in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and you Hermione get in a fight and she wants you to talk to Dumbledore to get you out but you’re doing it for Harry so you stay (she’s doing this because she has a crush on you) you end up saving her in the water challenge but she’s still mad at you and then when Voldemort comes your with Harry and she admits after that she was mad bc she likes you and cares for u

A/N: I tweaked a little things but it’s not much, hope you like it!

You shook your head in disbelief. Not only had the goblet chosen Harry, but it had chosen you. Two competitors that were too young to even put their names into the goblet, and one extra competitor. There were glares and students whispering all around as the professors looked at each other, not quite sure what to do. Dumbledore was currently watching you both as if he wasn’t sure what to do with this information.

Ron clapped your back, a laugh bubbling from his lips as he congratulated you and Harry on being perfectly impossible. You two continued to amaze him, yet you didn’t feel very amazed right now. If anything, you felt sick. Of course something bad has to happen! You thought.

Trouble followed your brother, his scar might as well be a flashing target painted on his back. You knew your parents were amazing, they had to be with how people spoke of them, but you couldn’t help but feel that the Potter name was cursed. You were lucky enough that your twin had been the first to catch Voldemort’s eye. You had been left unscathed, Harry saving you as he saved himself. You two only had each other.

Which was why you sighed heavily as Hermione gripped your arm. “This is clearly a mistake! You should both speak to Dumbledore, don’t put yourselves in danger!”

Harry shrugged. “It’s a bit exciting, don’t you think, Y/N? Besides, we’ve faced more dangerous things than a friendly school competition,”

“Do you think I can convince people I was the one who got your name in the goblet?” Ron asked, wondering on how to boost his popularity.

Hermione rolled her eyes, a disgusted grimace on her features as she turned from the boys to focus her attention on you. Her gaze softened a little bit but she was still terribly tense. “Lets go talk?” She asked and you couldn’t say no.

“Yeah, of course ‘Mione,” You agreed after making sure your headmaster didn’t want to talk to you, even if he undoubtedly would call on you later. You followed behind her as you watched her back straighten impossibly more, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Once you got into the hall she leaned heavily against the wall.

“Something is wrong,”

“Obviously,” You snorted but it didn’t seem she was feeling the same way. She blew a piece of wild hair from between her eyes and you stepped forward, grabbing her hand as she let a little smile break out onto her face.

“I really do think that you should talk to Dumbledore, it isn’t right for you to be in the tournament,” She argued softly and you shrugged, squeezing her hand.

“I would, really, but I have to look after Harry. You know he won’t back down...” You reasoned but Hermione shook her head violently.

“You don’t have to do anything! Harry will be fine he’s-” she bit her tongue but you frowned, dropping her hand as you took a step back.

“What? What were you going to say?” You asked as she tried to wave it off.

“N-nothing,”

“Say it “ You demanded.

Hermione’s fire was dampened momentarily as she mumbled, “Stronger than you, Harry is stronger than you...”

“My brother is no better than me and I’m no worse than him!” You found your voice rising as your insecurity bubbled up deep in your stomach. Harry was the chosen one, the important one. He had always taken precedence and you had always been left to clean up after him.

You didn’t blame him. It was a coincidence Voldemort had seen him first but what if your brother was better than you? What if the Dark Lord had set his eyes on you first and taken your life. You were only one years old, it was a miracle Harry had managed to live. What if you didn’t have that same power or that same fight? Maybe Hermione was right...

That didn’t change the fact that you had to look out for him. Harry was your best friend and your only family. You had to make sure he was okay and that he stayed out of trouble during this tournament.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Hermione tried to say but you cut her off.

“What else could you have possibly meant?” You snapped. “I am going to help Harry and I am staying in this tournament. I know something isn’t right, I can feel it, but that means I have to be there beside him. I can’t let him get hurt, he’s all I have”

Hermione sputtered, trying to think of something to say. “You won’t even do well!” She shouted childishly, trying to find some upper hand but only feeling regret as your eyes turned to ice.

“Just leave me be,” You asked of her before you spun on your heal, headed back to the great hall to talk with Harry and Ron. Hermione stayed pressed against the cold wall and sighed loudly. She hadn’t meant to hurt you but you were being daft. It was an awful idea for you to join the tournament. You might think Harry was all you had but you had her too and she couldn’t bear to see you in danger and this entire tournament screamed trouble.

The gillyweed was, for a lack of any word, like chewing a tire covered in slime. The rubbery texture bothered your teeth and the way it slipped down your throat when you had finally given up on trying to break it down had you gagging.

“I could have found something else,” You spat out as you stood beside Harry. The only thing bringing you comfort was that he looked just as uncomfortable as you were.

“But you didnt,” He smiled back and you just rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome,”

“Whatever, be careful,” You warned gently.

You shivered on the wooden deck, the split wood rough and bothersome against your bare feet. You peaked at your competitors as they took their places, ready to dive into the depths of the black lake without any clue as to what dangers might be just underneath the surface.

You tried to relax your breathing but it was increasingly hard as your gills started forming. It was becoming uncomfortable to be above water and your chest was tight as a drum. You gasped for air. Your ears were fuzzy as the world went on around you but then suddenly Krum was leaping into the water, followed by Fleur, Cedric, and then your brother. You shuffled for a moment, almost holding yourself back.

Kids snickered nearby and you flung yourself into the lake, the shock of the cold water turning your blood to slush in your veins as your eyes adapted to what was around you, kicking your legs to propel yourself through the murky depths.

You held your wand at the ready, feeling the water move around your body in a way that alerted you to someone, or something’s, presence. Your heart was pounding violently as you let out another gasp, bubbles swirling around your head as your voice went unheard. Something had definitely touched your foot.

You swam faster, eyes peeled for any of the other competitors, finally finding Harry....and something far more daunting. Hermione and Ron, as well as Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle you believer her name was, and Cho were all floating lifelessly, tied down as Harry kept sending out spells, the light bouncing sporadically through the water’s disturbances.

Merpeople were shrieking, tridents positioned in a fearsome stance as grindylows swam around Harry. Despite all the chaos, your eyes were trained on Hermione. Her hair was spread above her, swaying gently. You would have thought it beautiful, if she was breathing. You knew she was safe, mostly, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip two uncomfortable beats as you feared the worst.

This made your fight seems so insignificant. Even more so now that months had passed. You had watched her during the ball, dancing effortlessly with Krum more beautiful than you had ever seen her.Some bitter part of you had whispered in your mind that she would have been happier dancing with you. Yet, she’d barely spared you a glance. You understood why she was upset, you didn’t want to be in this position anymore than she did but that’s how it had to be. Why couldn’t she see that?

Your eyes were torn between following Harry as he struggled to get to Ron, fighting left and right and Hermione as she danced unknowingly to the ripples of the water. Unfortunately, yet thankfully, your brother had every living things’ attention. You were being overlooked as you thought of what your next course of action was. It seemed to be decided for you however as a bulky form sped past you, in a beeline to Hermione. It was Krum, and without much struggle at all he had her free and she was floating up, up, up.

Five competitors and four hostages. Hermione had been tucked under Krum’s arm as he shot towards the surface and now only three remained. Cho, Ron and Gabrielle. Yet Fleur hadn’t made her appearance yet. You bit your lip. You had to continue with the competition and if saving the little french girl meant you would, then Fleur was out of luck. You took a fortifying breath and shot towards the girl, finding that Harry had broken free from the mass of watery beasts, going to Ron. Cedric was working at Cho’s restraints and Gabrielle was still untouched, her sister nowhere to be seen.

“You okay?” You asked cautiously as you made your way to Hermione’s shaking form, a thin towel wrapped around her. Despite having dried her hair and clothes the wind and overcast skies had her feeling chill. It seemed that had transferred to her attitude.

“Just fine.” She said snootily and you huffed in response to her haughty tone.

“You don’t look it,” You commented, begging her to just let go of this petty fight and open up to you, crack a smile, anything.

“Thanks,” Hermione hissed. “Glad to know I look awful,”

“I didn’t say that!” You felt your chance slipping away from you as she turned on her heel, nose in the air. “Mione, talk to me!” You called after her, voice cracking in distress. Her shoulders tensed at the sound of you choking up but it seemed she didn’t care enough as she carried on, making her way towards Krum. What did she see in him? He wasn’t good enough for her, he wasn’t right for her.

“They’ve been in there a while now...” Hermione said anxiously, arriving at your side silently. She picked at her fingernails, wearing them down and chewing on her lip. Her eyes were wide and worried as she observed the entrance to the maze. You had been swallowed by the shrubbery, Harry only steps in front of you as he tried to reach you when you screamed, a vine clutching your ankle and dragging you away.

“Maybe they took a wrong turn,” You snarked, eyes glued to some far off point that was anything but Hermione Granger. You were feeling strange about today, everything seemed wrong and you couldn’t put your finger on it. Hermione wasn’t really helping, especially since you anticipated whatever she had to say would turn into a fight that left you feeling worse.

“Y/N... Can we talk?”

“Oh now you want to you?” You laughed mirthlessly as the crowd around you chattered about the games, smiles on their face as Harry and Cedric pushed forward. Fleur, Krum and even you had been picked off steadily and now one of Hogwarts’ most popular pair of boys would win the goblet as well as a sensational amount of galleons.

“Don’t be like that, I just feel like something isn’t right,” She said softly.

You stared at her incredulously, “Don’t be like that? Are you serious? I have been trying to talk to you for months and now that you don’t feel good you come back... Great, good to know that I am only good for when you need something,” You bit your lip and kept your gaze averted, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes.

“That isn’t true... I need you- Well, just because I need you. You mean a lot to me-”

“Doesn’t seem that way,” You interrupted, feeling petty from the hurt you had endured. “Maybe you mean the other Potter,”

“Y/N, you aren’t your brother-”

“I’ve heard that before, but yes, please continue telling me how unlike my amazing brother I am!” You finally faced her, lips pulled up in an angry snarl.

“Oh you idiot!” She exclaimed, grabbing your face and pulling you against her, lips sliding against yours before you could even register that she was kissing you. Hermione pulled away, red faced and eyes wild but not a trace of regret. “I really like you and you mean a lot to me and I have been an absolute git the past couple months but it helped me realize just how much I care for you, so please let me apologize!”

You didn’t have words. You could only blink slowly as you watched her. Merlin she was pretty when she was angry. Her hands were still warm and a bit clammy against your cheeks.”Me too,”

“Y/N?” She asked at your vague answer.

“I-I mean, I really like you too, have for ages now. It’s why I always get so mad when you talk about Harry being better...” You admittedly pitifully.

“He’s not really my type,” She teased and you let out a laugh, the first real one you’d been able to conjure up in a while. Hermione giggled too and it sounded like music.

“How about we stop apologizing and get back to kissing?” You suggested playfully as her cheeks burned.

Unfortunately the giddy buzz in the air was cut short as Harry arrived back into the arena, Cedric Diggory laying stiff in his arms, eyes unseeing and lungs stuck without oxygen, his heart stopped, never to beat again.

His father cried out, a wild howl that chilled you to your core. You looked at Hermione, eyebrows knitted together in concern as she nodded, understanding something behind your eyes. She gripped your hand tight and led you through the shocked masses of students, Dumbledore trying to get a handle as you rushed to Harry.

You and Hermione had just found something good, something precious. But it would have to wait it seemed as you knelt beside Harry, his arms pulling at you as he finally let out a choked sob.

With one word you knew that it would be a while before you and Hermione could focus on your feelings.

“Voldemort” Harry had spoken softly, flipping your world upside down once more.

#Hermione Granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione x reader #Some fluff too #angst #anon #anon ask #ask #request #plz be gentle I havent read this book or seen this movie in quite some time haha

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sassysweetstories · 7 years

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An Eye For An Eye

Request: “Pls can u do a savitar!barry x reader where u r the only one who didnt push him away despite being a time remnant. U care for him greatly. Both start to have feelings. But savitar!barry know that u r in love with original!barry n become insecure. For a while u both r happy but something bad happen that led him being savitar n kill iris to punish his original self. Pls do this if u would pls.🙏🙏”

Ship: savitar!Barry x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, blood, fighting, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. Okay because I’m a musical nerd, I noticed half-way through that this had reminded me of ‘Dead Girl Walking’ like, Savitar is kinda like JD in the sense that he hates the world and is insecure and alone but Veronica, the reader, loves him despite his flaws??? And then after-ward, when Veronica died, he lost it, kinda like ‘Meant To Be Yours or I Am Damaged’???

Third P.O.V

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of him. She was, a little bit. Maybe it was because he looked exactly like the man she once loved. He held himself in the same manor he did, if not stronger. This alternative Barry stood up straighter, a sense of confidence other Barry never had. Which she found to be rather attractive. Savitar tried to push (Y/n) away like he did for everyone else. Except, she wasn’t them. She was so much stronger than he had anticipated. That’s one of the many reasons as to why he fell for her.

Though everything in her body was telling her to leave and get out of the situation, she ignored her head and listened to her heart instead. The wind whipped around, moving faster and harder than ever. “SAVITAR!” She yelled over the tsunami like winds. “LISTEN TO ME! I’M NOT LEAVING YOU! YOU CAN PUSH EVERYONE ELSE AWAY BUT I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” Barry yelled at her through her intercom, not as desperate as he would have been if it were Iris in this situation. “(Y/n), get out of there! There’s no use!”

Shaking her head, she unplugged the com before taking a step forward. “BARRY! I’M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU! PLEASE! STOP THIS WIND AND LET US TALK!” She dared to walk forward, taking one step at a time before she was a mere few inches from the boy. (Y/n) brought her hand up to cup his cheek, hesitating slightly before resting on his burn mark. Savitar seemed to relax at her cold touch as he found himself resting his calloused hand on top of hers. As they looked deep into each others eyes, the wind seemed to disperse and vanish.

Everything had grown extremely still. She dared to rest her other hand on the opposite side of his face which seemed to relax him. “You’re not alone, Barry. I know what it’s like to be pushed away and broken down.. All you want to do is be alone. You want to hurt everyone around you and push people away but I will not leave you. I want to help you.. You’re not alone, Barry. I wanna be there for you..” Savitar listened to her words which seemed to resonate with him because he found himself drawing closer to her. He was so mesmerized by her eyes, he found himself getting lost in them. No, this was not apart of the plan. He thought madly to himself.

Savitar wasn’t suppose to get attached, especially now, when he intended on doing so much damage. But as he looked down at the girl who intended to give up so much for him, his mentality seemed to shift. Nobody had ever believe in him, or attempted to help him before. Not like this. She was different. He placed his hand over hers, not strong enough to hold her gaze. “I want to help you, Barry. I want to be there for you. I’m here to listen and fight for you.” When he looked up at her, it was as if all the air in his lungs got knocked out of him. Her eyes were steady, sure of the decision she’s made. “Remnant or not, I will fight for you.”

He wanted to stay in this moment, held close just with her palms. He felt more whole than ever before. But reality kicked in. Original Barry screamed from behind them. “HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!” Savitar reluctantly removed her cold hands, kissing the knuckle of them before whispering. “I will remember your kindness, (Y/n).” Before she could say or do anything, he was gone. (Y/n) knew she’d get a lot of shit from the team about how reckless that that was but she didn’t care. She intended on helping him, understanding him. Remnant or not, because of original Barry, none of this would have happened if hadn’t stopped fucking around with the time line.

She had every right to blame him, and she did. Didn’t matter that she once loved him, he’d always have eyes for Iris and always hurt people without intending it. And poor Savitar was the cause of his recklessness. It had been a few days since the incident. (Y/n) received the exact amount of shit she had predicted but that didn’t bother her. What did though, was the lack of communication she had with Savitar. It wasn’t just him not talking to her, it was everything. Nobody had heard a lick from him in a week. No deaths, no break-ins, nothing. It was like he vanished from thin air. But hearing nothing from him scared the living daylights out of the team.

Everyone except (Y/n). She knew her words had resonated with him. They had to. She thought to herself as she leaned against the railing of her balcony. A glass of pink moscato in one hand while her elbow rested on the concrete railing. (Y/n) had spent most of her nights watching the stars, secretly waiting for Savitar to show up. And, as if her wish had come true, she felt a heavy breeze flash past her. Smirking, (Y/n) muttered. “Thought you’d never show up. Moscato?” Turning over her shoulder to see him smirking down at her. He took the glass from her, smiling kindly.

The smile seemed to stretch up to his scars which were beautiful to her. (Y/n) always found scars and birthmarks to be the most enchanting thing about a person. They always had a story to them. “So, what are you doing out here in the cold? All alone.” He asks innocently. She takes a good look at him, taking in all of his features. All of which she really enjoyed. And not because he looked almost exactly like Barry. The Barry she once had. He looked more sure, wearing his scars like a badge of honor. Savitar was broken, they both knew it. And though he was broken, he was strong. And because of that, she couldn’t help but love the way he held himself.

Done with the world but ready to take what’s rightful his. That kind of confidence was something people worked their whole lives to get. And he seemed to emulate that notion with complete ease. Not at all forced. Savitar took another sip of his drink, taking another step forward towards (Y/n). She hadn’t noticed until now of the proximity between him and her. He was inches away from her face, his heavy breath reeking of the wine they had both happily consumed. “I was waiting for you. You haven’t caused any trouble. I didn’t think you would but where did you go?” He turned his head to look at the ground, his scar almost shining under the moonlight. “I was thinking.” She asks, curiously. “About?”

When he looks back at her, she nearly faints. His eyes, which are usually dark and soulless look almost tired and broken, yet there’s a tint of hope that seems to linger. “I was thinking about why I came here. How much pain I had planned on causing because of Barry Allen. He tore me apart more than anyone can understand.. But I was broken.. Completely lost and angry. I felt like a rat scurrying for food, living under trash. But then I met you.. You believed in me.. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. No matter how torn up I obviously am, you said you’d never give up on me. And when I looked in to your eyes expecting to see another liar, another facade, I saw anything but that. I saw something who genuinely cared for me. And I can’t thank you enough for that. You brought hope back into my life.”

Turning over his shoulder to walk out, she quickly grabs his wrist, genuinely baffled by such a profound statement. “Wait so- where does that leave us?” She ponders, somewhat hopefully. Though they’ve only met for a short amount of time, there were sparks that seemed to flourish between the two. Savitar wasn’t ready to go. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and feel her. Because for the first time in forever, he finally felt something other than hate. So, in a spur of pure need, he grabbed her waist roughly and pressed his moist lips onto hers. He needed her, desperately. Savitar held onto her hips as if she’d slip away from him at any second. When she kissed back, his heart leaped within his chest.

Taking her long fingers, she ran them through his hair, pulling him deeper into the already intense kiss. Dragging his long calloused hands up and down her waist, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Smirking into the kiss, he took a few steps forward, forcing her to move back. Her back hitting the concrete wall, but because of the pleasure emulating between the two, she barely noticed it. Placing rough kisses down her neck, she let out another holy moan. “S-Savitar-” At the mention of his name, he recoiled like an animal would at any sight of threat, looking down at his beloved. “W-What? What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” She asked hastily. Of course not. He thought to himself. “No, no. It’s not you. I just-”

Savitar glanced down at his foot, finding a new fascination to them before saying. “The name Savitar is a name that promotes fear and destruction.. W-When I’m with you.. I don’t feel like that name is me.. It doesn’t belong.. I feel like Barry again..” (Y/n) grinned up at him again, pecking his lips softly. “Barry it is.” When he left, she couldn’t help but think about the decision she was making. Falling for him would be like playing catch with an atomic bomb. But apart of her didn’t care, in fact, she felt elated; excited for such a new discovery. (Y/n) knew what she was getting herself into. If things didn’t go the right way, if this was all a trick, a rouge, than she would be dead. But life threatening situations became a daily basis at this point.

From that night forth, the two had spent there evenings together. Because of (Y/n), crime had gone down progressively. Savitar!Barry was able to have somewhat of a purpose because of his wonderful girlfriend. She treated him with so much love, love that he was sure he didn’t deserve. But as time drew on, he became self-conscious of their earth Barry. He was everything he wasn’t. Kind, smart, handsome, dorky, perfect, etc. The list was never ending. Barry had everything Savitar didn’t. Savitar was Barry’s every bad flaw put into a human being. He glared down at the team as they said goodbye to his beloved girlfriend. And though he wore that glare like a crown, it was in truth a mask to hide his pain, his insecurities.

He felt her presence behind in no time. Usually it would warm him but in that moment it made him feel rigid, cold. “Barry, sweetheart. What’s wrong?” (Y/n)’s voice was so soft and soothing he cursed himself for ever falling for her. He hated that he fell so hard and so fast for her but not once did he regret it. After-all, he was filled with insecurities. He knew she loves Barry. It was obvious. And that broke him. “Baby? Talk to me..” And like a rushing tide, the words spewed out, unable to be filtered. “Why are you with me? Why are you with me when you could be with him? I know you love him? I’m not him, (Y/n), no matter how much I want to be.. I will never be as kind or as handsome or as compassionate as him.. You’re only with me because I look like him-”

Before he could continue, he felt a harsh grip on his wrists. One so strong, he couldn’t believe it was (Y/n)’s. Her eyes showed a different set of emotions, one he never thought he’d see. The tears glistened under the pale moonlight as she gripped tightly onto his wrists. When she spoke, her voice was stronger than ever. (Y/n)’s voice sounded sure of the words, confidence flowing from her eyes. “No. None of that is true and I will tell you a thousand times until you get it through your head. I did love Barry, as in past tense. I’m not dating you because you look like him because in actuality, you look nothing like him. Sure, you are his doppelganger, but you don’t even realize how different you are? You are so much more bright and handsome and loving than he could ever be. You are confident and driven and a drug that I am so hooked on. Why would I be with him when I could have someone as perfect as you?”

He hadn’t realized he was crying until she wiped away a single tear-drop that escaped his ducts. “I love you, Savitar, Barry. All of you, flaws and all.” All of Savitar’s life, he’d never experienced love like this before, infinitely sloppy, happy love. Her smile, everything about her was contagious. The way (Y/n) looked at him made his heart swoon. “I love you so much, (Y/n).” As confirmation of his statement, he crashed his lips onto hers. Not kissing like he would prior. Before, they were hot and sweaty and sloppy kisses. But this one was full of passion, almost soft as if she’d break under his heavy weight. When they were together before, they would rip each others clothes off, quick and right to the point. But in that moment, the two knew they wanted to take their time. Enjoy every bit of the person they loved.

Savitar wanted to make complete and utter love to her. He wanted to hold her close to his chest and never let go. Kissing down her collarbone, he whispered. “God, you are so radiant, baby-girl.” She giggled as his hot breathing heavily against her skin. “I love you so much, (Y/n).” For a moment, everything around them seemed completely and utterly perfect. That night, he held (Y/n) in his arms, perfectly content with the woman he adored. But because life is life, things didn’t last. The next morning, Savitar woke up to find (Y/n) missing from his arms. A small note resting gently on the table.

Hey, baby! I left your favorite in the fridge! I’m sorry I had to leave! I’d rather be wrapped in your arms but the team needed me for a mission. I will be home before six!!

I love you, (Y/n)

Sighing contently, he couldn’t help but grin even though his smile etched into his scar that he no longer cared about. (Y/n) brought something out of him no one was ever able to do. When they were together, he felt his heart skip ten times faster. That morning he stayed in the bed, happy to just be. Resting his head on her pillow, he smiled at the sweet lingeringly smell. But as time ticked on, he felt something off within his body. Something was wrong. (Y/n). Flashing over to Star Labs, he felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. His girl was in danger. Savitar wasn’t sure where this feeling was coming but he knew it in his heart that she needed him.

The minute he entered the building, everyone stood back. Baffled by his terrifying presence. Cisco pulled out his gun, trying to terrify the racer god but instead he used it really to protect himself. Iris stood behind Barry, genuinely petrified of the alternate Allen. Savitar however, didn’t pay any attention to them. Not to Joe, or Iris, Barry, Caitlyn, Cisco, Wally or even Julian. No, his eyes were focused on the love of his life. Walking right past the team, he looked down at his beloved with such soft eyes, the group seemed genuinely baffled. Resting his butt on the edge of the chair before gently wrapping his hands around her fingers, afraid she would crack or crumble at the contact. (Y/n) was battered and bruised beyond recognition. Wires and cords were spread over her body like a spider on a web.

Gripping his heart with his free hand, he cried openly onto her chest. Savitar’s heart hurt, ached with pain. The love of his life laid before him, bloody and bruised so badly he almost didn’t recognize her. The woman that changed him forever had almost died. But that wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for..Barry. Looking up from his hands, he had a new-found fire. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it weren’t for him.. It was always his fault.. Barry has caused so much pain.. It was time for him to suffer. “How did this happen?” Though he looked completely calm, the team knew to fear for their lives. For there was a fire burning behind his pupils. Cailtyn shakily explained. “W-We were trying to catch a-a meta and she got c-caught in the c-crossfire.” Uncertain if she should continue or not, she pushes on.

“Because of the damage, the best case scenario is that she is in a coma for a few weeks..” Barry can’t bare to look at (Y/n)’s lifeless body. Savitar on the other hand, glares daggers at the boy. “You did this.. You destroy everything around you, Barry Allen! I thought that with (Y/n) by my side meant anything to you, you would know that she changed me for the better! But without her, I am lost! You can’t ever be happy, can you?! You just LOVE to take things from people and destroy their happiness?! Once again, you’ve put people in harms way for your petty choices! You are not what people make you out to be, Barry Allen!! And because of you, I will destroy every bit of happiness, if it is the last thing I do!!” Glancing back at Iris, he merely smirked before flashing over to her, tossing her from one part of the room to the neck.

Barry chased after Savitar, begging for mercy only for them to hopelessly fall on deaf ears. Returning Iris back to the center of the room, she looked just as bad, if not worse than (Y/n). Bruises sprinkled her face, so much so, that she was almost an entirely different person. Taking out a knife from his back pocket, he plunged it straight into her already dying body. Specifically the heart. Savitar grinned at the sight of Barry being broken down, just as he had been. “Now you know what pain really is.” Savitar says with as much hate as he could muster. But before Barry could make any attempt against him, Savitar took (Y/n) and all of the necessary hospital equipment out of the room. Leaving behind a broken Barry Allen.

(I hope you liked it!!)

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