Leonard Snart Imagines

Her Hero

Leonard Snart's  POV

It's still hard to believe that she died, here I am laying on her bed with tears running down my cheeks.

I've been like this, a total mess, locked myself up in her room for an entire week crying. I've never been one to express many emotions, but for her I'd pour my heart out and still will

I heard a hard knock on the door and Micks voice, " Uh Snart...You ready for the funeral?" he asked through the door. I got up and fixed my tie and walked out of the room, only to be met face to face with Mick. I could tell he too was crying from his puffy eyes...but I probably looked worse.

"Always am for her," I said trying my best to sound like I haven't been crying for a week, even though the way I look shows that I have.

At her funeral service everyone was there, team Flash, the Legends, team Arrow, and many other people from our Earth and other Earths. That's how good she was, she helped everybody and anybody that was in trouble. I didn't focus during the funeral, all I could focus was her picture that was on display. It was her in my parka smiling brightly at the camera.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't know I was called up to give my eulogy until Mick bumped my shoulder and gestured me to the front with his eyes.

I got up with a shaky breath and got in front and I saw everybody's face painted with grief, tears and sadness.

"You all know me as Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold. But to Y/n I was her hero. I remember the first time I saw her was at Star Labs, she walked in with Barry laughing and I was speechless. Of course she knew who I was and ignored my many attempts to impress her. Until one day I was helping her and Barry transport a few metas. I planned to double cross Barry and her, which I did. But then one of them seriously injured her, and suddenly those metas owing me a favour didn't matter...her being okay was. I picked her up and brought her with me to fix her wounds, but the one thing I remembered her whispering to me before passing out was, "wow, my hero"... That moment I realised it didn't matter how the world saw me or my friends saw me, or how I went down in history. As long as I was 'her hero', I was happy, and I hate myself for letting her die in my arms. But I'll always be happy even though it hurts, because of what she whispered to me with her last breath, saying that I've always been her hero, at that moment and forever onwards. She is my world, my everything, and being her hero is a privilege like no other."

I ended and walked to take a seat. I sat there and thought back to the night she died. She was in my arms, gasping for air, before she whispered, "Lenny... lenny. I love you...okay. You are my hero, are now and forever will be. This is perfect... I am dying in the arms of my hero, the man I love. I love you..."

At the thought of that during the funeral I smiled softly, as a single tear  fell from my eye.

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