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I have a prompt:

Barry and Len were husbands. Barry is an omega and had a daughter, Nora.

The first year of Nora's birthday, Len died on a Legends mission.

Barry and Nora will have ups and downs ... Nora won't always get along with Barry, because he's too protective. Nora will also blame Barry for Len's death ... until she runs away and goes back in time to meet Len.

In the past, Barry and Len were only betrothed and lived together.

At first, it will be a trauma to know that Nora is their future daughter.

Nora will still have hatred of Barry, but he won't know why his future daughter hates him so much.

Then one day Nora will meet Mardon's daughter. They will begin to see each other, and go out together.

Barry will be very angry, discovering that she is with Mardon's daughter and he will say to Len... and then ..............

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unexpected confessions

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~Wearing His Colors~

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Barry Allen in 6.11 “Love is a Battlefield”

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Leonard Snart Rewatch: The Flash, 1.22

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (2014) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Iris West/Eddie Thawne Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Iris West, Eddie Thawne, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Julian Albert, Joe West, Wally West, Mick Rory Additional Tags: Time Travel, Temporary Character Death, not season 4 compliant, Eddie Thawne Lives, Leonard Snart Lives, First Kiss, First Time Summary:

After his return from the Speed Force prison, Barry kept having dreams of the Vanishing Point and the death of Leonard Snart. Saving him wasn’t the hard part.

Afterward, Barry struggled with balancing his friends and family, his burgeoning connection to Leonard, and the anonymous force watching his every move. Something had to give.

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Whumptober Day 21: Laced Drink

Thanks to @a-redharlequin​ and this gorgeous image of a pouty red demon (which we can’t find the source of if anyone knows! Will gladly remove art for a link to the real thing.)

Barry’s father had always said his appetite would get him in trouble. Barry had been so young when his parents were killed, Henry didn’t know how right he’d been—just not about which appetite.

As a cambion, Barry could have displayed any number of characteristics from his parents. He might have, though it would have been rare, simply turned out human like his father.

He hadn’t. He could look human, but he could also take on a far more demonic appearance, his true appearance, and his hunger for sexual energy, once he’d reached maturity, was greater than any incubus or succubus. They usually fed once a month. He needed to every week and often wanted it every day, twice a day. He was insatiable. It made him less careful over the years about who he hunted despite his parents’ warnings.

Len was just so pretty. He smelled so good. He exuded the energy Barry craved with an underlying power he couldn’t place but wanted.

They were getting along so well too. Len had even bought Barry his most recent drink.

“Want to get out of here?” Len finally asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Absolutely.”

Only Barry’s head felt fuzzy. Alcohol didn’t affect him, but if he didn’t know better, he’d swear he was inebriated and about to pass out.

“There we go. I got you.” Len’s tone sounded… different, and his arms around Barry as they headed out of the bar felt more caging than protecting.

Barry realized too late, with the world dimming, that Len had laced his drink.

—–

Barry’s head pounded when he came to, his arms sore, his legs sore—because they were bound in witch’s rope!

He struggled, barely managing to roll up into a sitting position, but that’s all it took to see that his skin was its natural crimson, his glamour fallen away as he sat naked and imprisoned in his true form.

His tail twitched irritably, causing the fluffy red tuft on the end to fan out. His auburn hair, slightly longer in this form, fell into his eyes around his horns. He wanted to sink his claws and fangs into something, he was so angry at himself for not recognizing the power he’d smelled on Len as that of a witch.

But he was also angry at Len. What kind of creep laces someone’s drink!

“No wings. Did you lose them?”

Barry darted his attention toward the corner of the room. Len’s all black attire, which he’d found sexy before, seemed ominous now, with a pentagram around his neck and power crackling at his fingertips. “I never had wings. I’m a cambion.”

“Half? Your power is twice the strength of any incubus or succubus I’ve encountered before.”

Barry’s stomach dropped to think what this warlock had done to them. Enslaved them? Used them for spell components? “Sometimes the mix of blood gets lucky. What do you want? Cambion blood and parts don’t work in witch spells.”

“That’s a lie.”

Damn, Barry had hoped he wouldn’t know that.

“What a pretty pout,” Len said with a grin, crouching in front of Barry.

He leaned away, weak and defenseless in the binding of the ropes. “You drugged me,” he spat.

“You’re rather indignant for someone who was going to kill me.” Len grabbed him roughly by the chin.

“What? No, I wasn’t!”

“So, you weren’t trying to sleep with me?”

“Well… yes, but I wouldn’t have hurt you. I’d only have taken a little energy. I was hungry, and you smelled so… good.” Barry cast his eyes downward, red like the rest of him and slit. He wasn’t used to anyone seeing him in this form, let alone naked.

Len seemed to consider him a moment. Then he tugged Barry’s chin to get him to look him in the eyes again. “Veritas,” he said in a resonant whisper with a bright flash of his eyes.

Barry felt drunk again, drugged, as he stared up at Len with a haze surrounding him. “You’re so beautiful… I really liked you and just wanted a taste. I’d never hurt you. I never hurt anyone. I’m scared and trying not to show it. Please don’t use me for parts.”

Len’s smirk cracked into a truer smile. His eyes flashed brightly again, and the haze lifted. Truth spell. “You’re not lying, which puts us in a difficult position.”

“Difficult? Just let me go!”

“I can’t. I have many enemies, close and closing in. I thought one of them sent you, but it seems not. I need protection. Something… powerful.”

He was going to use Barry for parts.

“I want you to be my familiar.”

What? But before Barry could express his surprise, the ropes binding him slackened.

“Serve me, Barry, and you’ll never go hungry again.”

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Barry: Hey! So we have good news and we have great news. The good news is we found the ring. The great news is we’ll never lose it again.

Iris: What are you trying to say?

Len: *Holds up Barry’s hand* The ring is stuck on his finger. I told him not to be cute about it.

Barry: I’m cute about everything

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same shit, different fandom

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On another earth…

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Message for moon-for - moon :

Since you blocked me just because I put your post to my liking .. so I invite you with good manners to “not reblog” my posts or my requests to other authors, like you just did here!

If you apologize to me and explain to me why you blocked me, then I can give you permission to “reblog” my posts or my questions I send to other people, but until then you have no permission!

I hope those who follow “me and moon-for-moon”can send this message to "moon-for-moon"

Thank you all!

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Coldflash Week 2019 Day Four, Romantic Comedy Movie AU (?)

I physically can’t watch Hallmark movies so I had to improvise! oh well, I tried my best…

coldflash week prompts

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Our Fall Coldflash Week 2019

September 23, Day Two, Identity Reveal 

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Event week dates a themes

The dates of the events are November 24-30

Events for each day are as followed

Nov. 24- Undercover

Nov. 25- Fairytale

Nov. 26- Role Reversal

Nov. 27- Different Powers

Nov. 28- BDSM

Note: this does not imply the fic must be sexual.

Nov. 29- Pirates

Nov. 30- Boss/Mayor

Everyone have fun.

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Coldflash: “yes I’m hooker but you’re a boss of the mafia” (Barry hooker and Boss Len)

Yes I’m a Hooker but You’re a Boss of the Mafia

The number one thing that Barry had learned over his time at Central’s Finest was to never get too close to the clientele. For - well, for obvious reasons from the get-go, though both Iris and Wally assured him that their dad was very strict on how far clients could use their money to get the pleasure they wanted. And Barry believed it; he had barely gone a day at his new job before Joe West himself stormed out from the back to “politely” ask a man harassing Caitlin to leave before he chose to call the cops.

Barry didn’t need to get close to any patrons anyway, so he’d always considered that rule an add-on to his own private list of things not to do in order to finally buy back a proper apartment and get the hell out of Central City. He played his part with the others, made friends with the staff and the Wests, and even volunteered for a couple of later shifts to get a heftier payout.

He hadn’t considered the latter biting him in the ass later on until Joe called him over after a long night at work to a table with Leonard Snart, of all people, the corners of said man’s mouth already curling at the sight of Barry’s surprise.

(He probably hadn’t considered Barry refusing the “job offer” he gave, however, so Barry in turn delighted in the mob boss’s ill-concealed bewilderment because hey, he wasn’t that cheap.)

But then Snart came back to watch - not touch or tease, just watch and smirk as Barry eyed him the whole night, and…

Well, maybe that rule was going to be harder to obey than he thought.

Send me a made-up fic title and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it

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Title (prompt Coldflash): freedom after prison is always hard! (Barry was in jail)

freedom after prison is always hard

Barry hadn’t been able to sit still since he’d gotten home. He’d thought having more than a tiny cell to move around in would appease the restless energy humming under his skin, but after tossing and turning for hours, he knew he couldn’t sleep. Thankfully Iris was staying at Joe and Cecile’s for the night, claiming she had to help them with some information on DeVoe’s case and they didn’t want Barry to worry about it.

A small part of him wondered if she felt as restless and uneasy as he did, with so much disruption and chaos in their lives since the wedding (and boy, did he wish he could’ve skipped that disaster).

He ran down every street of Central City, rounded every corner of every block, even ran for the closest towns and cities to stretch his legs, but there was still a nagging frustration, so strong it was almost painful in his veins. He wondered if his own feelings were getting in the way of the satisfaction and joy he ought to feel at being free from prison.

Then he came to a screeching halt as a spark of deep blue caught his gaze, hovering in the gap between two oaks, pulsing and growing the longer he stared. It almost looked like it was beckoning him forward.

The light pulsed and the lightning in his blood hummed in response as Barry sprinted into the blue - only to be caught as he collapsed a few feet away by a pair of familiar calloused hands, a voice above him muttering, “About damn time, kid.”

Send me a made-up fic title and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it

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Barry: Len, help me! Where are you? Help me