#saveddie

[shrinkthisviolet]

Oooo I’d love some background info on i hate (what i’ve become) (or anything else you want to say about it) because I am OBSESSED with that fic (the ANGSTTTTTTT)

OOOOOH I will certainly try to give what background I can!

Admittedly that's one I wrote on a whim without a ton of context behind it, and it's not situated at a specific point in s3 because...for obvious reasons, it's very canon-divergent in many ways, and even I don't know the full details of how 😅 but what I can do is expand on the Saveddie/Thallen dynamic in this fic (and it turns out I have a lot to say about them lol so see below the cut for my rambling thoughts):

Eddie is revived from the dead! This isn't really a secret in the fic ofc—Eddie refers readily to his death as an event that did happen (“Is that why you didn't bother to remember me?” Eddie’s eyes flashed. “Why you were so fixated on Iris the moment I died—why you held back on moving on because she’s not Iris, I guess?”), and Savitar also references it as his own doing (“Didn’t you wonder who brought Eddie back, Barry? Surely you must’ve had your theories.” Savitar smirked. “Did you suspect for even one second that it was actually a version of you? A better version, who isn’t such a spineless coward?”)

Also, you may wonder, what's Savitar's deal? Does he really love Eddie? Is he just using him? The answer is...both! The framing for this fic is that if Eddie hadn't died, Barry might've been brave enough to confess to him, and Westhallen perhaps would've happened...but alas, he did die, and Barry's feelings remained unresolved and screaming in his heart. And ofc...when Savitar is born, he's Barry, so those feelings are screaming in his heart too. He has two goals: a) pretend to kill Iris and preserve his existence, but secretly steal her away/revive her for himself*...and b) revive Eddie so he can finally act on those feelings he never even confessed (oh Savitar...someone must've slept through reading Great Gatsby in English class, or you'd know better!). And since he hops back and forth in time, between the past and the future...he knows that Eddie has the potential for great power as Cobalt Blue, could've taken up the mantle if he hadn't died.

So he revives Eddie and begins seducing him, telling him all about Westallen and painting Barry in the worst possible light (he still has a soft spot for Iris, so he doesn't say as much bad about her—remember, he wants to force Westhallen into existence, wants both Eddie and Iris by his side, so he won't badmouth the love of his life. He will badmouth Barry plenty though—you know how in s9, Eddie's furious at Barry for "stealing" his fiancée? Here, that's something Savitar plants in his head.

Unlike s9 though, Eddie isn't corrupted by an external cosmic force, and he loves Barry and Iris, so he pushes back on this. But Savitar knows exactly how to play on his heartstrings...and pouring in some sympathy for himself gets Eddie on his side (a version of Barry who's thrown away/disregarded by the entire Team after Iris dies? Who's mistreated even by Barry himself? Eddie's furious at the thought). Savitar, also, is not nearly as shy as Barry was, confessing his feelings readily...and acting on them, much to Eddie's giddy delight (his own description) and Savitar's smugness.

Things sour after a while, though. Savitar's possessiveness is far removed from Barry's selfless love, and Eddie notices. He also, however, notices how ruthless Savitar is in defense of what he wants...and figures out very quickly that if he pushes too much, he pisses Savitar off—and Eddie's not so keen to piss off another evil speedster. Though Savitar also complicates this because when he picks up on Eddie's fear, he tones down the aggression and acts more like the sweet, gentle Barry Eddie loved. So on the one hand, Eddie wants to leave, find his way to Team Flash and beg for their help...but on the other, he doesn't want to piss off Savitar, he still has love and sympathy for Savitar due to his similarities to Barry...and he still remembers what Savitar told him about Team Flash mistreating him in the future (when Eddie's particularly doubtful, Savitar reminds him about this, playing up his sympathetic backstory...and ofc it works, keeping those doubts at bay)

Seeing Barry again, though? That opens a floodgate that Eddie is hard-pressed to close again. Seeing the real Barry, desperate and pleading and hopeful—Eddie wants to take his hand and ride into the sunset with him...and with Iris too, when Barry brings her up. But Savitar's ironclad grip on him (literal as well as figurative) presents an obstacle. Even if Eddie wanted to leave (which he does, he realizes as he looks into Barry's eyes, he really, really does), he fears what Savitar might do if Eddie shows too much willingness to leave—maybe not to him, but to Barry. Eddie's seen an evil speedster try to kill Barry before...and although Savitar can't kill Barry, he could still do plenty else. He's a man out of time, older than Barry by 7 years and centuries too...that's terrifying. Eddie doesn't even have a gun, let alone powers (after all, as Savitar told him, what would Eddie need a gun for, when his significant other is the most powerful being in the multiverse?)

But ofc Eddie can't let on. So he keeps the mask up, he's cold to Barry...he convinces Barry he's a lost cause, even as his heart is screaming at him to go after Barry, screw the consequences. But he can't say "screw the consequences", he can't risk harm to Barry, so he keeps up the act and tries not to shed tears about it.

Savitar is delighted about this, of course...but Eddie still has doubts. Minor doubts, of course—Savitar can airbrush over those with more manipulation, and he does (“All Bivolo does,” Savitar said with a sigh, “is amplify feelings that already exist. Barry did love you—otherwise I wouldn’t—but more than that, he hated you all along. He only needed a little push to show you exactly how he felt.” He smiled. “Not unlike you and me...though I’d say that turned out much better for us.”)

And then...Savitar gives Eddie something as a reward (or rather, he promises to): a way to defend himself. The implication, ofc, being that he's going to turn Eddie into Cobalt Blue.

*this never comes up in the oneshot, but it's implicit in almost everything Savitar-related I write, and it's my headcanon for him

[ohellino]

Beautiful Grave

The light shone down from a sun aboveAnd every good person glowed with loveA settling quiet hit the earthAs everyone realized life’s worthA dream realized a good feeling savedDying in peace in a beautiful graveHigh above the trees echoing in the cloudsInto the atmosphere no plane is allowedAn emptiness empties and sucks up the worldAnd even a strapping lad whimpers like a girlRapture comes and…

[elliesbabygirl]

I WANNA BE SAVEDDI WANT HIMM

I have a request for a Xavier Thorpe one-shot. Could you write one where the reader is on their period and Xavier comforts them/makes them feel better. Only if you're comfortable with writing that of course

caretaker

summary | xavier helps you feel as comfortable as you can during your period

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, periods, hurt/comfort?, mentions of sex

word count | 0.9k

Pulling your head out of the blankets, you practically were glaring at the door. “Enid, I told you I’m fine, I don’t need anymore chocolate.”

Satisfied, you started to lay back down before you heard someone knocking on the door again.

“Enid, did you not-” Frustrated, you started to make your way to the door, swinging it open. 

“Hi.” Xavier said sheepishly, “Enid told me you weren’t feeling well, so I brought you soup and medicine.”

Bless his heart, Xavier was always a caring boyfriend, putting his needs before yours making sure you were always okay. 

“Xavi.” You sighed softly, trying not to laugh, “I’m not feeling well, but I’m not sick.”

“You're not,” You could see the gears turning in his head, “She said that you had a headache and bad cramps and -oh.” 

The realization finally occurred and Xavier shifted awkwardly, “Sorry, but I still have food, and we can cuddle.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said, “I don’t think you want to spend your Saturday in bed all day.”

“I get to spend my Saturday with you.” He reiterated, “Now are you gonna let me inside?”

Opening the door, further, Xavier walked in, setting down the meds and soup on your desk. Crawling back into your bed, you opened your arms towards him, making grabby hands. 

“You need to eat first.” Xavier said.

“No, cuddles.” You insisted, “You have to be nice to me today.”

Rolling his eyes, Xavier obliged to your words, getting under the covers with you. It was a tight fit in the twin bed, the two of you practically on top of each other. 

Since being together, You made it known to Xavier that he was a space heater, and using him to his advantage, his hand was placed right above your abdomen, acting as your hot water bottle. 

“Have you taken any medicine this morning?” He asked, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, twirling a piece of your hair that had fallen down. 

“No.” you whispered, “I got up to go to the bathroom and went right back to bed.” 

Leaning up from under the bed, he leaned over to grab your water and some of the advil he brought earlier, “Drink.” 

Sitting up, you took the meds and water, swallowing them down. 

Xavier was already out of bed, starting to prepare your soup. “X, you said we were gonna cuddle.”

“You need to eat now.” He insisted, “It’s gonna be better for the meds.”

You just sighed, leaning against your headboard, watching as he made your way around the room before coming back over to you.

“Feed it to me?” You asked hopefully. He just smiled, sitting on the edge of your bed. You were just milking it now, but Xavier didn’t seem to mind. 

Feeding spoonsful of soup, occasionally wiping up some that slipped from your lips. Seeing his lips so close to your lips, you pucker your lips, kissing the pad of his thumb.

“You need to eat.” He tilted his chin down, “We’re not going there.”

You just huffed, leaning against the bedframe, “You’re no fun, first you won’t cuddle and make me eat and now you don’t have wanna have sex.”

Xavier tried not to laugh knowing that your hormones were messing with your emotions. 

“I know baby, I’m such a bad boyfriend.” He said sincerely, “Wanting to make you feel better.”

Hearing Xavier call himself a bad boyfriend made you tear up slightly, “Didn’t mean that.”

“I know.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Do you finish the soup or save it for later.”

“I’ll finish it.” You decided, there wasn’t much left anyways. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Finishing the soup, Xavier cleaned up before coming back in bed with you, the two of you laying back down together. You let Xavier talk, always finding his voice soothing, your head rested on his chest, breathing softly. 

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, Xavier little snores coming from you as he talked. Looking down, your eyes closed, your breathing before deeper, snuggling against him. 

Taking a nap sounded nice to him, adjusting the two of you without waking you so he felt more comfortable to fall asleep. His arm was still wrapped around you, pulling you in him closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

-

You felt your eyes flutter, opening your eyes, blinking rapidly adjusting to the light, looking up to Xavier to see that he was still sleeping. 

Getting out of bed as quietly as you could without waking him, you made your way into your bathroom to freshen up. Coming out, you didn't wake up. 

“Go back to bed.” You whispered, slipping back under the covers. 

“I’m already up, couldn’t really sleep with you snoring.” He snorted. You gasped, looking at him offended. 

“I do not snore.” You pointed a finger at you, “That was you.”

“You sure?” You saw the playful glint in his eyes, before tackling you. Laughing, you tried to pull his hands as the two of you started to play wrestle. Finally getting the upper hand, you were able to flip the two of you over, with you on top of him. 

“Got ya.” You smirked, pinning his hands above his head. Your faces were inches apart, your nose touching his, lips ghosting his. Just as Xavier was about to lean towards you, you pulled apart before settling back in bed. 

“What the fuck!” He said frustrated, adjusting his pants before coming towards you. 

“You said it yourself, Xavi, no sex.” You giggled, “Now cuddles.”

“Woman, you are insufferable.” He whispered. 

fin.

[airsay58259]

Panalegs here, after this last episode to me Barry is Savitar. Really! And this is the only thing beside Caitlin/Tom Felton/Cisco's hair and Tom that is making me stick around. It will be great, especially if later we have a Killer Frost and a Barry redemption arcs. Barry is losing himself to much the only way for me is he/future him going completely bad and starting all over again. And they need to make Caitlin accept her powers. It's annoying how nobody thinks of that

Cisco’s hair lmao. No judgement, touching that hair is my favorite memory from Superheroes con last summer. *weirdo*

This season has really been a succession of bad, terrible decisions from Barry and most of the team really, but especially Barry. Circumstances count but what was the point of the S1 finale? what was the point of Flashpoint? He learns nothing. People can bitch about Arrow all they want -me first- but at least Ollie’s character development makes sense. We’ve seen him broken and with time, more tragedies and more failures, he became something else learnt his lesson. He keeps giving up everything he cares about for the greater good, his city, his friends. He gave up on himself in the latest episode. Barry’s not a superhero 98% of the time, he uses his powers to fix his own mistakes ever since he decided to erase the universe for the first time in S1. I loved the S2 finale when Barry sacrificed himself for everyone, time remnant or not it was him, but do we only get one truly heroic moment per year? I miss the S1 days when we’d see Barry stop random criminals, save random grandmas and people from killing themselves…

So yeah I see what you mean but for me Barry being Savitar isn’t the only way out of this evanescence AU starring Brooding Allen. He could also defeat Savitar in the finale and give up the Flash mantle because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it anymore (cue to a new Flash costume reveal at SDCC *fingers crossed*), he could “die” instead of Iris and Wally would be the Flash at the start of S4, etc. The writers have been clever enough to give hints for multiple theories with 3x15. I’ve seen convincing theories for Savibarry, Saviwally, Saveddie, Savijay… Whatever it is, I just want it to make sense and give us good final episodes, and not just one big reveal, some sciencing and fighting, and boom cliffhanger, see ya in 5 months.

I am not sure what I personally believe. I want Eddie but to quote @supercanaries “I keep eddiebaiting myself”. Barry could make for a great storyline, especially like you said with an acceptance/redemption arc later on for present Barry who realizes how he’s been acting not-just recently and knows what his future self could become. Wally would be so sad, lil’ ball of joy deserves better. Jay lol no thank you, next. HR apparently has the same scar above his eye like Savitar… we’ve had the “new mysterious guy we decide to trust and welcome in the team is actually our big bad” plot already, same for Julian except on top of that he’s Cait’s LI like Hunter AND was already used for Alchemy so come on… Idk, Future Barry makes sense. I don’t see the writers doing it though. If I had to bet (and that’s not what I would want), I’d say Wally. :( “I created myself”

“And they need to make Caitlin accept her powers. It’s annoying how nobody thinks of that” seriously. I don’t care if it fails or is brushed off by someone in ten seconds, at least suggest iiit. It’s too late for this now, she’ll just “let it go” before the season ends and we’ll have “Killer Frost still at large”. Some BTS and #fandomCSI with @politeandnotgay make us think it’s happening in 3x20, maybe the ending of Directom’s 3x19. (example, they’ve been using snow a couple of times, here in the woods. Who else lived in the woods you ask? E2 Caitlin… Their big fraturday last week was completely shut to papz and fans which is pretty rare and happened for the KF episodes last year. Danielle was definitely around this set (she snapped “vancouver night shoots”) but zero photo of her while we saw team Boyz and no guest villain as far as we know, plus Tom went to meet the fans waiting anyway and Danielle usually does too… dundundun

[shrinkthisviolet]

because I'm predictable: singhaway and savitar x eddie for the ship ask game? :)

Singhaway: Ship It!

What made you ship it? You and your posts! And especially learning that it's comics canon. I don't have strong opinions about it really, it's more of a ship that I wave at in passing and smile about

What are your favorite things about the ship? I just think they're Neat! I don't know a lot about their comics dynamic, but from what little I've seen, they seem to click really well

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Not really. From what I can tell, shipping it seems to be the unpopular opinion 😅 at least in the Arrowverse, it's such a rarepair that you're the first person I heard about it from. I wish they'd met even once :( even though Singh being married from the start of the show meant that Singhaway was unlikely to ever happen, it would've been nice to at least see them being friends

Saveddie: Ship It!

What made you ship it? I'd seen a few Tumblr posts, but really, you sparked the idea for me with one of your posts, and writing this fic really keyed me in to the twisted potential of it (most of my Savitar ships/dynamics are so fun to write for that reason) 💞 I'd love to write more of it sometime (more of Savitar in general, really - in romantic and platonic dynamics)

What are your favorite things about the ship? I love it in combination with Thallen/Westhallen, because ofc, Savitar's love springs from Barry's, and seeing Barry's sweethearted love twist into selfish love that borders on (if not outright crosses into) obsessive love is so very intriguing to me. And it further hammers home "Savitar is a version of Barry"!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Shipping it at all, really 😅 and also the fact that it works best when it's combined with Thallen/Westhallen. Otherwise it doesn't really hit the same

ship ask game!

[shrinkthisviolet]

'i hate what i’ve become' for Thallen please?

Gladly! It took me a little while to land on an idea but this is what came out, and I’m pretty happy with it (and a little obsessed with the concept ngl 😅). Takes place during s3, though I couldn’t tell you during which episodes since it’s very canon-divergent.

Oh and also, since this is another long one, feel free to read the AO3 version instead if you prefer 💞

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Of course it does,” Eddie snapped.

“Why? Because he said so?” Eddie heard the tears in Barry’s voice and faltered. “Come on, Eddie. This isn’t our first rodeo with speedster villains. Don’t—”

“Our?” Eddie scoffed. “Please. There was never an our, and you know it.”

Barry’s voice broke as he said, “What...?”, and it almost made Eddie regret what he’d said.

But he knew better.

“Is that why you didn't bother to remember me?” Eddie’s eyes flashed. “Why you were so fixated on Iris the moment I died—why you held back on moving on because she’s not Iris, I guess?”

Barry’s eyes widened. “Is that what he told you?”

“Is he wrong?”

He’d looked at Eddie with such regret in his eyes upon telling him everything, his eyes soft the way Barry’s were. How could that be a lie?

Three people in this relationship...wasn’t there a reason I said it like th—?

“—not that simple.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not!” Barry pleaded. “Eddie—”

“You never liked me, did you?” Tears burned Eddie’s eyes too. “Always an obstacle in the way of you and Iris—was our whole friendship just a lie to you?”

“No,” he had whispered when Eddie had asked the same question of him. “Well, yes. But also no. I liked you, that was no lie, but...your friend? No…I’m not one to settle, Eddie.”

“Of course not! Eddie, I...I...”

Barry faltered. Why did he falter?

He hadn’t faltered. He hadn't hesitated one second to show Eddie exactly how he felt about him.

That kiss had left him dizzy and euphoric. Savitar had grinned at the sight.

Eddie had returned the favor.

“You what?” He prompted, crossing his arms.

“I love you,” Barry finished hoarsely.

Eddie nodded tightly, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth. “I know.”

“You...you know? What does that m—”

“It means,” Savitar interrupted, coming up behind Eddie and standing beside him, “that I told him. Showed him, really.”

Barry's eyes widened as he looked between them, paling. “Y-you...?”

“Didn’t you wonder who brought Eddie back, Barry? Surely you must’ve had your theories.” Savitar smirked. “Did you suspect for even one second that it was actually a version of you? A better version, who isn’t such a spineless coward?”

(Eddie bit his tongue.)

Barry scowled. “You get away from him!”

Savitar chuckled, wrapping an arm around Eddie. “If he wants me to, then certainly.” He turned to Eddie expectantly, his eyes soft again.

Eddie glanced between him and Barry, who’d come so close now that Eddie could see the tears sparkling in his eyes. “Please,” he begged. “We can help you, I swear. He might’ve brought you back, but we can keep you alive somehow while still defeating him. I promise.”

Eddie hesitated. “You...you can’t promise that.”

Savitar’s grip tightened.

But maybe I should accept anyway.

“Yes I can,” Barry insisted, ever the reckless hero. “You saved us once. You saved me. Let me save you too.”

“Eddie,” Savitar warned, his voice low. “You can’t trust him, remember?”

But Eddie barely heard him, his eyes fixed on Barry. “I hate what I’ve become,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Half-alive, like some kind of zombie.”

Barry’s eyes widened. “Eddie—”

Savitar was surprised too, Eddie could see it, but he kept his gaze fixed on Barry as he spoke.

“I’m a dead man walking, Barr—or at least, I feel like it. Like I'm a step removed from reality, like I'm a piece that doesn't fit.” His tears spilled over. “You can't fix that. No one can. Not unless you have the kind of power he does."

“He can’t fix you any more than we can!” Barry cried. “And he doesn’t want to—Eddie, don’t you see—?” He gasped as Savitar shot forward and caught hold of him by the throat.

“You always did have a problem of talking too much,” Savitar sneered, “and assuming. Remind me, how did that work out with Iris?”

Barry flinched.

Eddie winced, unable to suppress his sympathy...but regretting it for the hope that flickered in Barry’s eyes.

Give it up, Barr. I’m begging you.

“Eddie,” Savitar said slowly, almost crooning, “who are you going to trust? Barry, who has lied to you so many times and who forgot about you after you died to save him...or me, who brought you back to atone for my mistakes?”

Eddie’s eyes locked on Barry, who mouthed, “Please,” with tears gushing from his eyes.

“When I was kidnapped by your mortal enemy.” Eddie said slowly, “you didn’t exactly try to help. I saved myself—and then, with my last breath, I saved you. And you repaid me by forgetting about me.”

Barry’s tears spilled over. “Eddie—”

“It’s over, Barry. You’ve chosen, and so have I.”

Savitar smirked, dropping Barry, who coughed and spluttered and shook his head.

“No,” he gasped. “No, I won’t accept that.”

“Ooh,” Savitar teased, “and you say I’m the control freak.”

“I’m gonna help you,” Barry continued, “and save you from him, I swear.”

Can you, Barry? Can you really?

“Stop wasting your time,” Eddie retorted, wrapping his arm around Savitar’s shoulders. “If you really care about me as much as you claim, put that energy towards Iris. She deserves that from you, and more.”

“Don’t you remember what you said?” Barry pleaded. “About three people in our relationsh—?”

“I was wrong!” Eddie snapped, the lie burning his throat. “It was always you and Iris, even back then. I was just the idiot who thought I had a chance.”

“Eddie—”

“Goodbye, Barry.”

And Savitar, the master of dramatic timing, swept Eddie up in his arms and carried him away in a flash of gold lightning.

“You did the right thing,” Savitar reassured him, hours later, when it was just the two of them and Eddie kept glancing out the window.

“Did I?” Eddie replied distantly, Barry's tearful face still flashing in his mind.

“Are you having doubts?” Savitar’s voice dropped an octave, and Eddie would never admit to the chill that swept down his spine.

“No,” he said, hoping he hadn’t said it too quickly. “Of course not. You brought me back to life...you cared about me when no one else did.”

“Indeed I did,” Savitar agreed, and Eddie watched in the glass’s reflection as Savitar grinned, very determinedly not thinking of how fast his heart was beating. Savitar slid an arm around him. “And you know, Eddie...Barry can be quite persistent when it comes to things he wants. You’ll need some way to defend yourself.”

Defend himself...from Barry? “He’d never hurt me,” Eddie protested. “He doesn’t have that in him.”

Not Barry. Not the kindhearted, brave man I fell in love with.

“Oh?” Savitar tilted his head. “But hasn’t he before?”

“I...he...he was whammied. That's not...”

“All Bivolo does,” Savitar said with a sigh, “is amplify feelings that already exist. Barry did love you—otherwise I wouldn’t—but more than that, he hated you all along. He only needed a little push to show you exactly how he felt.” He smiled. “Not unlike you and me...though I’d say that turned out much better for us.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, lost for anything else to say.

Savitar nodded. “It’s settled, then. Tomorrow...I’ll give you a way to defend yourself from anyone. I even have a codename in mind, if you’re amenable.” He smiled wryly, his cheeks reddening. “No pressure, of course. Just...force of habit.”

He sounded a little like Barry, enough that some of Eddie's fear dissipated. Not all, but...enough. “What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking...Cobalt Blue.”

prompt list!

[shrinkthisviolet]

talk shop tuesday: have you ever had something you never thought you'd want to write about (a specific au, trope, ship, etc) only to end up writing about it? (or wanting to write about it, if you haven't.)

Oh 100%. A lot of my prompt fills are for ships I never thought I’d write but ended up writing anyway (Saveddie and Savisco being chief among them 😅 but some of the other ships too, like Thallen, Westhallen…even Barrisco and Snowest).

That’s why I have that series (and why I write for prompt lists), really—there are a bunch of ships I wouldn’t want to write in long fic form, or ships I just wanna briefly dip my toe into, and using prompts is a great way of doing that! Challenges me to be experimental too, which is always great. Sometimes they even spark longer ideas, which is a fun surprise

As for “wanting to write but haven’t (yet)”…sooo many Savitar fic ideas. Savitar & Nora, fixing the last few episodes of s3, the s3 arc of my Morgan AU being an attempt to fix Savitar overall, etc

talk shop tuesday!