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sarawritestories · 11 months

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A Date In The Pipeline (Part 1)

Eowells X Fem Reader

Tagging @eonash in hopes that you enjoy along with @yetanotherwells!

Word count: 1739 words (I am incapable of writing short fics)

Content Warning: Angst, heartbreak, and potential kidnapping, also cliffhanger.

A/N I hope you all really enjoy this with everyone's favorite unhinged speedster!

Y/N sat at her desk in the cortex staring at the blank screen. Caitlin and Cisco and herself had sat and watched as Barry, Oliver and Firestorm went toe to toe with the Reverse Flash. A gust of air filled the cortex as Barry made his entrance. “He’s in the pipeline,” Y/N struggled to maintain eye contact with the Scarlett Speedster as he gave her a warm smile from his victory.

Cisco and Caitlin both sighed with relief and both decided to head home to get some much needed rest, Joe following suit to see if Iris was okay. Leaving the two heroes alone. Y/N had conflicting feelings, on the one hand she was relieved that they were able to apprehend Harrison Wells or whoever he really was on the other she was harboring all this pain and heartbreak at his betrayal. Those feelings then turned into guilt because this man killed Barry’s mom and she still had all these unresolved feelings toward the man in yellow.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Barry leaned over the computer monitor, causing her to look up at her friend, concern etched into his face.

Y/N sighed, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you hated me, Barry.”

That took Barry by surprised, “Why exactly would I hate you?”

Y/N tugged on her oversized sweater, one she had ironically taken from Harrison’s closet, “Because I was dating the enemy. The man who killed your mother.”

Barry made his way around the desk and grabbed her hand giving it a comforting squeeze, “Listen, he tricked us all. There was no way of knowing that he was something other than what he said he was. Its not like he told you.” Tears were beginning to form in Y/N eyes a few slipping down her cheeks. “The pain and hurt and betrayal your feeling are okay. He broke your heart and your trust I will never be upset with you about this.”

More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around the speedster, “I feel so dumb, Barry.”

He wrapped his arms around his friend, “I understand, you have every right to feel these emotions right now. We all were tricked.” He pulled away to look her in the eyes, “If you need to go get some closure, go get it, I will be here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Thanks, Barry.”

Barry gave her a warm smile, “Anytime, Y/N but I think I’m going to go and try to get some sleep you should do the same.”

Y/N nodded, “Home reminds me of him, I’ll probably crash here tonight I have some spare clothes here.” Barry furrowed his brows, “I’m going to be okay, I promise, have a good night or try to.”

Barry nodded and sped out of the room leaving her in the cortex alone with her thoughts. She ran her hand through her hair and took a look at Barry’s super suit a symbol of hope. She closed her eyes as she had the over powering urge to scream and just curl up in a ball and cry at the same time. Frustrated she threw a mug full of pens against a wall as the glass shattered she rose from her chair. Before her brain could object the idea she made her way to the elevator heading toward the pipeline.

As she was approaching the pipeline she was trying to push down the tender memories that her and Harrison Wells shared together. The walk to the pipeline was unfortunately too short. As she approached the keypad that would open the door she took a deep breath and she straightened her back. She pressed the button and the door began to open.

Fortunately for Y/N Harrison was facing the wall back toward his hands clasped behind his back. Hearing the door open he turned around but who he saw caused his eyes to widen in surprised, “Well, I didn’t expect you to come visit me, Firelight.” His glasses were gone along with the warmth his crystal blue eyes that once brought her so much comfort. His cold calculating stare caused a shiver to run down her spine.

She walked toward the cell and crossed her arms and gritted her teeth at the old pet name, “I’m not someone who will cower away from someone, no matter how badly they hurt me. Also, I think you have forfeited the right to call me that.” She took one step closer to the glass, “I have questions,”

He gave a slight nod, “I’m sure you do, I have answers,” he noticed she averted his gaze. “Y/N, look at me.” She refused and he slammed a fist against the glass causing her to jump, “Look at me.”

Y/N looked up at him, He released his fist from the glass, “I wanted to tell you so many times.”

That caused Y/N to roll her eyes, “Right, because you would have absolutely told me that you were actually a speedster and the reason that Barry’s mother is dead,” she was getting restless and began pacing, “You knew I would more than likely tell the team who you really were so lets not lie anymore, okay?”

Harrison leaned against the wall crossing his arms and one leg over his other one, “You’re right, I knew there was a risk of you telling the team who I really am, but that wasn’t the reason I didn’t tell you.”

That paused Y/N’s pacing as she looked at her former lover, “I have no where better to be, tell me the reason.”

The Reverse Flash released a sigh, “Does knowing the reason going to change anything, Firelight. I doubt you would believe me. I don’t blame you.”

Y/N leaned against the door frame of the pipeline, “I mean it’s hard to trust someone when I don’t even know your name. Well, your real name.”

There was a long silence for a moment. The silence caused Y/N to pinch the bridge of her nose feeling as though this conversation is going nowhere. “Eobard,” she looked over and met those blue eyes again, “My name is Eobard Thawne.”

“Thawne is not necessarily a common name, are you related to Eddie?” Thawne nodded his head, “Alright, you have my attention start from the beginning.”

So for the next hour Thawne did, he told her how he ended up here, how he decided to kill Barry’s mom that night and how he found out he was stuck in this time period. By the end of his story Y/N was rubbing her temples taking all the information in. “I have one question,” She looked up to the ceiling, “Why even ask me on a date if your only goal was to get back to your time. This way you could still lie, and you wouldn’t have to pretend to have feelings for me.” Fresh tears began to run down Y/N’s cheeks out of frustration and heartbreak.

Eobard slammed his palm against the glass, causing another jump from the young meta, “It wasn’t pretend. My feelings for you was not part of my plan but they were real, they still are real.”

Y/N aggressively wiped her eyes, she could feel her face getting puffy and a headache was blooming on the front of her skull, “Real or not, there is no point in your story where I don’t get hurt,” her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t plan for you to be in that coma with Barry, never the less expecting to train you. I especially did not expect to grow attached to you and wanting to remain close to you. This wasn’t planned you are the last person I would want to hurt.” Thawne licked his lips as he placed his palm back on the glass. Sky tracked the movement and tried to read his body language to decipher if he was lying. She looked into eyes she had grown so fond of, had the warmth and comfort returned. “You were not a part of the plan, and you took me by surprise but I have no regrets about taking that risk for you. Even when it came down to me returning to my time I would have figured something out-“

Y/N raised her hand to silence him. “Thank you for telling me,” Tears began to flow as she continued, “but I think you and I both know that this was always going to end with me getting my heart broken.” She placed her palm on the glass lining her palm with his. She was compelled to add, “My heart will heal, and I will find someone who will love and respect me enough to be honest. One thing you taught me is how strong of a person I am.” Eobard averted his gaze from her for the first time since she opened the door to the pipeline. She took a steadying breath she retracted her hand and headed back to the door panel. She turned back to look at the evil speedster one last time. “For what it’s worth, I was beginning the to fall in love with you and that is what hurts the most,” This caused the older man to look up at her though he remained tight lip. She gave him a small teary smile, “Goodbye, Eobard.”

He bowed his head, “Goodbye, Y/N,” he whispered as the doors closed, separating them for good. Y/N released a sigh and wiped her eyes, though the tears still flowed. Suddenly growing tired, she made her exit from the lab and began making her retreat home no longer wanting to stay in the labs near the evil speedster.

Given the late hour, the air had a crisp chill causing the young woman to cross her arms around her body. The feeling of eyes on her caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Though as she turned to see if anyone was watching her she found nothing. Turning back around with a confused expression she jumped when she was met with James Jesse a.k.a the Trickster. “Now a nice girl like you must know you should never walk late at night alone.” He began to cackle and before Y/N could turn around to flee, she was hit in the back of her head and her vision began to darken and she collapsed to ground.

To Be Continued...

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elutrosop · 3 months

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It is just me or someone else REALLY like the idea of Eobard fucks with Barry's mother? Like, not in an illegal way. But just imagine that some weeks before her death, Nora met a real lovable man that is incredibly sweet and she can't help herself and fall into his arms. Just to years later, Eobard tells every little detail to Barry and messes with the perfect memory of his mother and say: "IT WAS ME BARRY I (consensually) FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!" *evil laugh*

Or maybe it would be too evil for him (it would?)

#I'm completely normal about this #maybe i should write a fanfic about it #just for the joke ofc haha #reverse flash #eobard thawne

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shrinkthisviolet · 4 months

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…well I had an answer all written out, and then Tumblr erased it 💀 because no autosave for asks, I keep forgetting. Take two:

Gonna go with the Childhood Friends AU for this one! (EDIT 1/27/24: it has its own series now, so I’ve updated with the series link!)

So I gotta be honest, this started as kind of a joke/offhand comment. I sent this post to a friend and said “BARRY & MORGAN omg somewhere out there is an AU where they met earlier” or something, and they ofc replied with the Eyes (you know: 👀) and “I will patiently await for when you have more to say,” so like. What else was I supposed to do. Ofc I had to find a way 😂

It was just meant to be a concept—a snippet, or a few bullet points. Guess what it turned out to be? A FULL, SPRAWLING OUTLINE

(Ofc it did 😂 that’s the way of things, right?)

Quick rundown/elevator pitch: Barry knows Morgan (who is, in the intro fic and part of the next fic, called “Jesse” since that’s her legal and preferred name until Eowells) from basically her infancy. Her fetushood, really. This is because Harritess moved to Central City at Tina’s urging, met real-estate-agent Nora Allen (this is her canon occupation, believe it or not), settled down in Central, and then remained friends with Nora and her husband, Henry.

Barry took some time to come around to baby Jesse Morgan, a little jealous of this new baby in his house who wasn’t even related to him…but ofc it only took a little time holding her and being present with her to declare himself her big brother 💞 much to the delight and amusement of the adults (and Iris ofc).

Sadly, they’re separated when Nora Allen dies—Tina takes Morgan while her parents’ fates are uncertain, and Barry ofc goes to live with Joe. He later finds out from Joe that her dad is alive and her mom is dead…and Eowells apparently has no interest in reuniting Barry and Morgan. Eowells in particular was apparently quite annoyed by Joe’s questions and suggested that he should “focus on your own family situation, Detective, instead of involving yourself in mine.”

Barry’s crushed by this. He was already blaming himself for the accident that possibly killed Morgan’s parents, considering he encouraged them to go on that honeymoon beach trip during which the accident happened, now he knows it killed her mom and hardened her dad…no matter how much Joe and Iris insist it isn’t his fault, Barry won’t hear of it. Though he can tell Joe’s tired of hearing about it some months later, so…Iris is really the only one who hears about Barry’s guilt following him into his dreams. Specifically into a particular one that Iris finds quite interesting…but more about that in the CF AU reunion fic 😉

This AU is gonna cover pre-canon, s1, and s2, though s2 will probably not be too canon-divergent? I’m mostly including it because a few minor things about it will be amplified in interesting ways…but really, s1 is where the major divergences happen (Iris is looped in sooner, Barry and Eowells start off on a bad note, Barry and Tina are a united front by the time s1 starts, etc). We’re still in pre-canon for a while, though, so that’s not anytime soon 😅

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sophiainspace · 14 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @joanthangroff - thanks!

So this is a scene that I probably won’t include in An Honest Thief, but there might be snippets in flashback…

“Shall I tell you something incredible, Iris?” He leans forward, as if he thinks he’s being conspiratorial. “There are other dimensions out there. Other worlds.”

It seems expedient to pretend she didn’t already know that. “Are there?”

If it were possible, his expression gets even more smug. “There are. And on every alternate earth, in every different timeline, speedsters need an anchor.” His gaze turns distant. “Ugh, what’s that ridiculous phrase one of them uses? I can’t even remember which of those idiots… Ah yes. Lightning rod. Have you ever heard such overblown sentiment?”

Iris doubts he wants an answer. Thawne just likes the sound of his own voice. And that’s what she’s counting on.

I’m tagging @crestfallercanyon & @angst-is-love-angst-is-life - but only if you want to!

#wip wednesday #an honest thief #iris west #eobard thawne #my fic #the flash fanfic

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elfwoodfae · 1 year

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Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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kitkatt0430 · 8 months

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Another fanfic idea imagine spot.

So it's getting close to the endgame of S1, but Eobard's in a different place mentally. He's regretful, wishes he could stay, he's not really sure he's actually got anything to go back to... but he can't stop his plan. It's too late, or so he keeps telling himself.

And of course, Team Flash has collected all the evidence and it points towards Eobard murdering Nora Allen followed by Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan to take Wells' place. It all adds up... until reporter Iris West (who has been filled in a bit earlier than canon about Barry's whole Flash thing) points out the timeline doesn't hold up.

Which is where things go from mildly AU to very AU. Eobard remembers things in that order, of course. But while the 'autobiography' he wrote (mostly outlined, his ghostwriter did the rest) has the wrong date for the car accident where Tess Morgan died... the real date is in the police report, which Iris takes note of even when everyone else's eyes just kinda... slide right over, seeing what they expect to see.

But suddenly they're dealing with a timeline that's doing things backwards. Eobard kills Harrison Wells and Tess Morgan, takes over Wells' life... and only then kills Nora? Why? He couldn't have known he'd need Wells for a cover story until after killing Nora.

Sprinkling in flashbacks from Eobard's point of view that are increasingly not lining up. Like waking up in the hospital thinking he was the real Wells directly after the accident. Which was just days before Nora Allen's murder. The closer he got to the accelerator going active, the more likely he was to remember he was Eobard Thawne... and not remember that he'd been believing himself to be the real Wells even just seconds earlier. Foreshadowing of something on the back of his neck that heats up when the shift happens. It's not really a split personality either, as his personality itself stays constant. Just his memories and understanding of his own identity changes.

And then Barry theorizes that the reason the blood of his older self was found in the house, but not another speedster's, was because the older Barry was the only speedster in the house that night. The second speedster - the Reverse Flash - had been an illusion. So why does the real Reverse Flash think he was there?

And who really killed Nora Allen?

When Barry confronts Eobard and insists the timeline of events is backwards, Eobard ends up collapsing. Caitlin's examination turning up tech that made him appear to be paralyzed to conventional scans... but also something hidden at the base of his skull - the back of his neck - that caused Eobard to pass out when he got too close to guessing the truth.

It's all massively advanced technology creating the illusion - and fabricating the memories to go with it - to make it appear the Reverse Flash tried to kill the Flash and murdered his mother instead. And Cisco comments about how all sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Cue Abra Kadabra annoyed that after all his hard work, setting up the future allies to be enemies fighting to the death instead, that his greatest enemies figured it out anyway. But while it was less satisfying to put them against each other, with one down and the other two new to his powers to know what he's doing... best time to strike, right?

Kadabra shows off with his magic-esque tech and comes close to killing Barry just like he boasted he would. When Eobard finally wakes up and comes to Barry's aid at the last second. Kadabra scarpers, but leaves behind a device that mimics the appearance of a speedster. The Man in the Lightning Barry had seen that night was a hologram.

It still leaves unanswered how the fight played out in the Allen home from the future Barry's PoV. And while Eobard's real memories are starting to filter in, spending fifteen years thinking himself to be someone else or an evil version of himself... its taken a toll. He struggling to know who he really is underneath it all. Barry's ally? Or enemy?

An epilogue + foreshadowing S2 AU would have Barry and Eobard traveling to the future together and meeting Robern (Eobard breaking down crying because he thought he'd killed Robern thanks to Kadabra's false memories). The future Flash museum depicting the Flash and Reverse Flash side by side as a statues together and the time traveling Abra Kadabra noted as one of their most difficult enemies. And over on present day E2, Zoom races through a breach to come to a stop on the E1 docks at midnight, dragging with him the first challenge he intends to send after the Flash...

I think the challenger here would be having the Abra Kadabra reveal not come out of nowhere. It'd be Iris/Eddie with hints of pre-Barry/Eobard. And it would have to drop the Eobard killed Cisco thing - replace it with Eobard simply keeping Cisco from contacting Barry, since he knew Caitlin would keep the abandoned wheelchair quiet even if Barry called because Barry would need help with the latest crisis first. Nasty truths could wait, but of course they were too close to when Barry was most likely going to time travel for the first time - Eobard having recognized what the 'mirage' Barry had seen before really meant. Caitlin wouldn't get the chance she was waiting for if she contacted Barry, while Cisco would, of course, just bulldoze through and tell Barry the truth whether he had time to hear it or not. So all Eobard needs to do is keep Cisco from contacting Barry until the timeline resets.

With the alt timeline murder amended to threats and maybe a minor kidnapping, Eobard's a lot less likely to be on Cisco's shit list when the dust clears. But it's still a traumatic enough event for his powers to immediately connect to after the equally traumatic kidnapping by two Snarts (and a Rory).

And of course the overall plot fits the magic trick of 'hypnotizing' someone into behaving in a way they wouldn't normally or thinking they're someone (or something) they aren't really.

#the flash #fanfiction #fanfic ideas #eobard thawne #barry allen #abra kadabra #another one i don't know if i'll write but it's a fun idea #it's similar to the savitar fic I want to write but with Eobard as the bad guy and savitar as the unknowingly brainwashed bad guy

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purplecyborgnewt · 2 years

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I hate you so much that I had to create you. Remember - without me, you wouldn't be there... And that other speedster - they don't even hate you! That mysterious speedster - they don't even care!

I hate you so much - have I already mentioned? You look right through me. Is this all I deserve? I'll do anything just to get a reaction, I’ll say anything just to strike a raw nerve.

I hate you so much. Oh, I'm longing to hurt you! I'm going to kill you as soon as I'm free. Do you want to kill me? And how'd you prefer to? I missed you so much. Did you ever miss me?

I hate you so much. No one else is as hated. They don't even hate you. They don't even care. I feel so alone. I missed you. I waited... I hate you. Don't leave me. Don't go. Don't you dare!

#The Flash #the flash season8 spoilers #Eobard Thawne #eowells #eobarry #as usual the only kind of fanfic i can write is poetry #at least this time it's not a song?

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foeyayshippingweakness · 1 year

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ME, DESPERATELY SEARCHING FOR EOBARD THAWNE IN THE NEW FLASH TRAILER FUCK ME DUDE ARE THEY GONNA KEEP THAWNE A SECRET? THERE IS NO FLASH WITHOUT THE REVERSE FLASH

#the flash trailer #eobard thawne #calm down #so either it’s a secret and BOOM he’s gonna show up randomly in the movie and I’m going to scream like an insane person in the theater #OR thawne isn’t in this movie and I’m going to very #VERY upset after watching it #I know the plot of flashpoint like the back of my hand btw I am going insane #kara instead of kal el hidden from the sun #I’m not sure if michael keaton is meant to play batman as bruce wayne? or as bruce’s father??????#also also holy shit a universe where time traveling barry doesn’t fucking knock his alternate self out????#ALSO this means I know it means the barry of this new universe is going to die to save barry prime #dude regardless of if thawne is in this movie I’m writing eobarry fanfic after I get out of that theater #I’ve wanted this movie for a decade holy shit #my face is buried in my hands jesus if 2023 summer #is going to revive the eobarry in me #holy shit #if I walk out of that theater and there’s no thawne then (MANICAL LAUGHTER) june 2023 is going to be the second time I’m going to write #barrycest and that is a very unique fucking quality #dude i’m so normal about it #IM NOT IM ACTUALLY GONNA BE THAT ANNOYING ASSHOLE WHO SCREAMS IN THE THEATER THE MOMENT I SEE A BLUR OF YELLOW

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otaku-trash · 1 year

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The Flash

Masterlist

Harry Wells:

‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’

#the flash #barry allen #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #harrison wells #e2 wells #iris west #joe west #reverse flash #zoom #eobard thawne #fanfic #fanfication

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mcbenson25 · 11 months

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

^^^^

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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