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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 8 days ago

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A trick for Coldflash please <3

Hello! Look at this, I think I have just the thing for your trick-or-treat bag with this little ficlet

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The Silver Fox and the Bunny Rabbit

Barry didn’t know how his life had taken this turn.

There had been a time when he was sure he could see each bend in the road of his future stretched out in front of him. A nice, stable career in forensics. A little apartment in a quiet part of town. Maybe a spouse and two point three kids who he could dote on when he was financially secure enough for that.

Then came the lightning. The Speed. Heroics and criminals and the world nearly ended a good dozen or so times. A group of people like him coming together to form a team. And a criminal who always managed to do more good than bad, making more mischief than danger, keeping Barry on his toes and leaving him with a grin on his face. One who had proved himself a hero enough times to get the attention of the JLA.

All of that to lead him here, to this moment.

To trying not to laugh at Leonard Snart, who was eyeing him up from across the crowd at the Justice League’s Unofficial Halloween Party And New Member Mixer that had taken over Guy’s bar at Warriors.

Leonard Snart, who was wearing a pair of white fox ears on his head and not bothering to hide his own laugh at Barry’s rabbit ears and the perky tail safety pinned to the back of his jeans.

Leonard Snart, who was making his way to his side with a drink in each hand.

“An arctic fox, Snart? Really?” Barry took the drink -some fruity slush monstrosity that was giving him a sugar buzz just looking at it- and had a long, loud slurp from the thick straw.

“A bunny rabbit, Red? Really?” Len sipped his Sapphire Alpine then licked a bit of sanding sugar off the corner of his mouth.

Barry watched his tongue, only a little transfixed. “Touche.” He rolled his shoulder in a lazy shrug. “I only got off work about twenty minutes ago. This was all that was left in the costume shop.” Reaching up, he touched one of the ears to make sure he hadn’t knocked them askew. “What, do you think I should have gone with the whole ensemble and worn the corset and fishnets?”

Frozen for a moment with the drink almost to his lips, Len narrowed his eyes when he snapped out of it. “That was just mean.”

“It’s Halloween. What better time to be just a little bit evil?” Barry held his glass out until Len sighed and tapped his against it.

Being on the same side hadn’t changed how they teased and taunted and bantered together, Barry was pleased to learn. Matching each other barb for barb, they made their way to the other end of the bar where the crowd was thinner and they could more easily hear each other shooting playful digs.

“I only had a few minutes to plan this. What’s your excuse for phoning in a costume, hmm?” Barry waved his hand to take in the other party goers, all of whom were dressed up. Some as simply as they were, others in elaborate outfits. One of the Titans Trainees was wearing a fully functional arcade machine, while Gar was wandering the room as a dragon with Raven on his back.

“I knew you were going to wear something like that.” Len reached out and tweaked the end of one of Barry’s ears. It was soft and fluffy and the colour clashed garishly with his shirt. “Maybe I wanted to stick to my own theme. Remind everyone here who they’re thinking of working with.”

Barry considered him over his drink as he stirred the slush with the straw. “A trickster. A thief.” Len looked like he was going to start preening under what he clearly took as praise. Barry smirked and lifted the straw to lick some of the red ice off of it. “A big snowball of fluff.”

“Careful,” Len murmured, grabbing hold of Barry’s wrist and pulling the straw over to lick a drop of syrup that was clinging to the end. “Or I might want to get a bite of that poofy little tail of yours.” He bared his teeth slowly, and for the first time, Barry noticed that he was wearing a pair of pointed fangs on his canines.

Stepping back, Barry waited until Len pursued him, matching his steps like he had their bickering. “You might want to. But you’d have to catch me, first.”

“You know what they say about predators, Barry. When you run, they just have to chase you.” He leaned in, putting his lips close to Barry’s ear. “So run, little rabbit.”

A shiver ran down his spine and lightning crackled in the air around him, and Barry put his hands to Len’s chest to push him back. Just slightly. Just enough to be able to look him in the eyes.

And he kissed him.

Quick and firm and searching. When Len began to react and return the kiss, Barry pulled away, leaving him standing there with a dazed look on his face and his lips still puckered.

“Tag,” Barry said. “You’re it. Catch me if you can, snow fox.”

#coldflash #coldflash fic #trick or treat #tiger writes

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year ago

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Yayyy! Mick so deserves more love, honestly his character is so good, he's just m'wah 🥰

do you mind if I ask for mick angst s1, like something to do with the whole chronos thing. I'm not really sure about plot maybe reader is snarts sister. when chronos!mick captures and threatens len by saying he'll kill Lisa he mentions something about how he'd kill y/n too but he can't find her. And len says the reason he can't find her is cuz she left the ship to try and find mick when len 'got rid of him'. And later when the team have mick imprisoned on the ship they find y/n and don't trust her not to free mick so they put her in the cell with mick. Mick asks why she spent so long looking for him and left the team to find him and then she confesses that she loves him and that the only reason she agreed to join the team was to keep an eye on mick and leonard?

I'm not super great at coming up with plots lol so really just any chronos mick and snart!reader angst would be great ♡♡♡♡♡

(The angst potential micks character has is astronomical I don't understand how there isn't more mick angst on tumblr!)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for this request, I love writing for the legends!! I tried my best to follow the prompt but it might've gone off the rails at some point lol (also I agree, he has so much potential!! I hope to write more for him in the future!! word count: 1.2k

Safe and Sound

You sat in the corner of the cell, arms crossed as you stared at the man across from you. Mick deliberately kept his gaze away from you, your icy stare unnerving him. Your foot tapped against the floor, the metal against your boot echoing throughout the still air. He fidgeted his shoulder, a nervous tick you had observed over the years, indicating he was uncomfortable or even nervous. He felt the stillness in the air as a noose whereas you thrived in it, turning it in your favor. You leaned forward, bracing your arms on your knees as you cocked your head to the side. Finally, Mick broke, turning his head towards you, eyes wide in his signature angry expression.

"What?"

His voice was rough but you heard the undertone, the quiver in his words. You shook your head in response, leaning back against the glass, moving your eyes up to the ceiling, making direct eye contact with the not-so-hidden security camera. Wiggling your fingers in hello, you smirked a bit.

"You know why you're here?"

Mick's question was hesitant, like he was annoyed in the fact that he didn't know. You nodded, pursing your lips as you examined your hand. After a bit, you once more returned your stare to the fire-tinged man.

"They don't trust me. Looks like we got that in common."

Mick scoffed, shaking his head.

"Come on. Don't give me that bullshit. You probably have them wrapped around your finger, especially your brother."

You smirked, shrugging your shoulders.

"Of course I do. That's why we're not dead yet. You forget not everyone aboard the ship is a hero."

Mick turns his head to you, raising a singular eyebrow. He sighed in defeat, shaking his head.

"Alright, Y/N. Why don't they trust you?"

"Because they think I'll let you out, so," you raised your arms, "here I am."

Mick looked like he was about to respond but the door to the brig opened, revealing your older brother.

"Lenny!"

You waved at your brother, not making to stand up.

"Y/N...Mick," Len's eyes barely left yours to acknowledge Mick, "Just checking up on you."

You scoffed, zero malice in your tone.

"You mean you were sent on damage control duty. Don't worry, brother, we're both in one piece."

Len's eyes strayed over to Mick where they hardened with pain and apologies. He nodded stiffly before walking out of the brig without another word, very out of character for him you noted. It stayed silent before you felt Mick’s eyes on you. Stubbornly, you kept your eyes on the entrance of the brig. You had been in the cell for what felt like forever, why would he only want to talk now?

“I threatened Lisa.”

His rough words and tone made you stiffen before you forced yourself to relax, turning your head to face Mick, one eyebrow raised. Mick seemed to wait for your response before realizing you weren’t going to answer. Letting out a small growl of anger, he continued.

“I threatened you as well, Y/N. But unlike Lisa, you were nowhere to be found.”

You heard the hidden question in his words. Where were you?

Gritting your teeth, you position your body away from the assassin, the atmosphere of the room no longer giving you comfort. You no longer had the high ground, with one question, you no longer held the power.

“Y/N.”

Just your name.

That’s all it took.

“I was looking for you. I didn’t believe Len when he said he took care of it, didn’t believe the team when they said you were dead. I was trying to get you back.”

To your horror, your voice started to waiver towards the end of your words, breaking your composure. You were sure Mick noticed your weakness and you braced yourself for the taunting words of Chronos. But when you built up enough courage to finally look Mick in the eyes, all you saw was him. No Chronos, no time lords, no manipulation. Just the man who protected you for as long as you could remember, the man who had buried himself so deep in your heart you knew no one would ever take his place.

“Why would you leave?”

Before you could reply, he continued.

“Why would you care so much to leave your family?”

At that you broke, allowing your emotions to show on your face.

“You are my family, Mick. I love the team, I really do but I lo-”

You stopped before you could let the words finish, Mick’s gaze becoming intense as his mind filled in the words where you stopped. Clearing your throat, you steadied yourself and then continued.

“We all promised each other we would stick together. I don’t break promises, you know that.”

The air was thick with tension and unanswered questions as you continued to feel Mick’s eyes boring into you. Scoffing, you waved your hands in the air, as if you could swat away your words like you would a fly.

“Anyways, I think we-”

“What were you going to say?”

Mick’s voice once again made you pause. You chuckled nervously, another weakness you internally scolded yourself for.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mick.”

Mick scoffed. You heard him stand up to walk the few steps to stand in front of you. You felt your heart beating so loud that it was the only thing you could hear. You slowly raised your head to look up at Mick, his eyes full of confusion. That surprised you. He knelt so that he was eye level, not letting you look away.

“I-,” you swallowed, steadying yourself, “I was saying that I lo- oh, shit, am I really doing this?” You whispered to yourself as you put your head in your hands.

“I love you, Mick. That’s what I was going to say.”

The silence was loud as it stretched between you. When you finally worked up the nerve to remove your hands from your head, Mick’s eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite determine, while also shining with a dimmed hope.

“Why?”

His question rattled you to your core. Which was evident in how you started sputtering.

“What? What do you mean why? Mick, you’re amazing! Do you not know that?”

The look in his eyes answered that question.

“Oh come on,” you whispered under your breathe, deeply disturbed by the thought of Mick not knowing how incredible he is, “Mick, you’ve been through things that would make most people insane, you’re always there to be a support, no matter how hard you try to hide it, you genuinely care. That’s something that’s so beautiful about you. You give your all to your relationships, so much so that it burns you. I’m constantly amazed by you and if anyone has told you otherwise then-”

You were interrupted by Mick pulling you into his arms, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. The only coherent thought in your mind throughout the internal screaming was how out of place this felt. That Mick was willing to drop his guard down to show his affection and gratefulness towards you. With tears in your eyes you returned the hug, knowing that while you and Mick had a long way to go, this was an incredible start.

a/n: i am so sorry for how rushed the ending is! i hope this was semi-ok

#mick rory #mick rory x reader #mick rory imagine #heatwave #mick rory x snart!reader

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 7 months ago

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We're All In This Together-Chapter 4

Fandom: Supergirl, Batman, Superman, The Flash

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Barbara Gordon, Leonard Snart, Mxyzptlk, John Stewart, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen

Summary: Kara, Clark, and Barry are taken off guard by a request by the imp Mxyzptlk: watch over and protect the children of their alternate selves from a different Earth. Will our heroes rise to the occasion?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Mxy suddenly appeared in the middle of a den. He winced because everything was in shades of green from the walls to the furniture. The only thing that wasn’t green was white the door to enter and exit the room.

Mxy sighed and muttered, “Probably white so that a sane person knows how to leave the room without knocking themselves out. I know the Lanterns like green, but this is too much.”

Mxy shook his head while looking around until he found his targets. As he looked around, his face fell as he saw three sad children sitting on the couch with John in front of them talking.

Mxy sighed and muttered, “At least they are not crying full-fledged tears.”

Mxy shook his head as he walked towards the group. About two years ago, both John and Mxy had a sinking suspicion that this wouldn’t likely be their permanent home. The Green Lanterns weren’t making any ground with Superman and his clones. As much as they wanted to be in denial about that, John and Mxy agree that the kids need to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. That also meant figuring out a way to let them know the gravity of the situation without permanently scarring them for life. Since they turned three, they decided to keep the concept for them simple. They told them they were caretakers for them until they found them permanent homes with a parent(s). They told the children multiple times over the years so that they would not be blindsided. However, he should have known that they would be upset regardless. This was the only home they had ever known, and they were suddenly being taken away from it.

Mxy gave a soft smile as he knelt so he was at eye level with the children and asked, “Why do my favorite people in the world have such sad looks on their faces?”

Alura looked up with big round eyes and huge pout. Mxy would almost chuckle if it wasn’t such a serious situation.

It’s uncanny how she has Kara’s infamous pout down.

Alura said as her voice wavered, “It isn’t fair Uncle Mxy. We don’t want to leave.”

Jonathan looked up with teary eyes and said, “We would miss you guys too much.”

Mxy nearly winced at that statement.

He tried to force a smile and said, “We have had this conversation before that this was a place temporary for you guys until we find you a new home.”

Alura’s pout became more pronounced. Mxy was nearly startled. He didn’t she could get her pout to look so big.

“But we like it here better,” whined Alura.

Jonathan sniffled while wiping his eyes with his sleeves and asked, “Is it because I accidentally bumped into the vase and it fell? I said I was sorry. I tried to fix it but it kept falling apart.”

John kneeled down in front of Johnathan and gently grabbed his hand while rubbing smooth circles around it. He used his other hand to lift Jonathan’s face so they were staring eye to eye with each other.

John gave a soft smile and said, “You guys never did anything wrong. It isn’t safe for you to stay here. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you guys.”

Alura whimpered and said, “But the Green Lanterns are the greatest army ever.”

“Ultraman is coming,” said Nora softly.

Mxy and John looked at Nora startled. They have tried to keep the devastation caused by Superman (or Ultraman as he began to call himself this year) from them, but looking back Mxy realized that may have been unrealistic. There were other Green Lanterns and staff that the kids ran into throughout the day. He shouldn’t be surprised that the kids may have picked up on a few things.

Jonathan frowned and said, “Ultraman isn’t real. That is just a story to scare children.”

Nora turned to Johnathan terrified and said a little louder, “It is true. I heard some of the other Green Lanterns talking about it. Ultraman destroyed 30 of the Green Lantern’s rings.”

Alura looked up startled and said, “That can’t be true. The Green Lantern rings are supposed to be powerful.”

John sighed while rubbing the back of his head and said, “What Nora said is true. We are struggling to prevent Ultraman from reaching Oa. That is why we want to get you guys to a safe place.

Alura and Johnathan looked up at John terrified. Nora looked down while wringing her hands.

John scooped all of the kids in for a hug. The kids all embraced him tightly.

John said softly, “I don’t want you guys to worry. The rest of the Lanterns and I will be holding him and his army off while Mxy gets you to a safe location.”

“Will you come back for us when this is over?” mumbled Alura with tears streaming down her face.

John tried to keep a passive face but was struggling.

“No, my dear, you are going to your permanent home now.”

Mxy gave a soft smile and asked, “Do you guys remember that I told you that I was looking for a mommy and daddy to take care of you guys? You were all excited about having parents.”

“But that means losing you guys too,” said Nora softly while wringing her hands.

“We don’t want to go if it means not seeing you guys again,” wailed Jonathan.

John hugged them tighter and said, “I don’t want you guys to go either, but my priority is to keep you guys safe.”

Mxy embraced them all as well and said, “I know you guys won’t be able to see John again, but I will still be around with weekly check-ins.”

All three kids looked up at him surprised.

Mxy smirked and said, “You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

The children looked away sheepishly.

After a couple of minutes, Nora looked up thoughtfully and said, “Are the new parents nice?”

Mxy smiled and said, “They are the best. They are very kind and noble. And guess what?”

All the kids look up at him curiously.

“What?” asked Alura scratching her head.

Mxy leaned in lowered and whispered, “They are all superheroes.”

“Really?” squealed all three kids.

Mxy smiled and said, “Yes, they are their universe’s greatest defenders, and they are looking forward to meeting you all.”

“What kind of heroes are they?” asked Nora quizzically.

“Remember the stuffed animals that I gave you guys earlier?” asked Mxy.

The kids nodded.

“They are modeled after The Flash, Superman, and Supergirl,” said Mxy.

All of the kids looked at each other in awe.

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pirates-and-coffee · 2 years ago

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"Ghost."

Short fanfic with gender neutral reader.

Warning: Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash spoiler.

I warned you.

A bit of a premise: No ships here.

About: You're the youngest Legend and were particularly bound to Leonard and Mick. After Leonard's death, you're still broken. Then, something happens.

Enjoy.

“--get the hell out of my head.”

A little smile appeared on his pink, cold lips as Leonard turned the back to a drunk, mumbling Mick. Another bite on his conscience, a bit nearer to the result he was aiming to. But for that night he could go back to Thawne. He started making his way out of the room, entering the corridor, when someone bumped on him, making him stop. Against his chest, to be more exact. A soffocated groan reached his ears. That was a kid. A kid, wearing a too big sweatshirt and jeans. No shoes.

The blue-iced eyes widened.

“Ugh- sorry, man, I can't find-” you reopened yours, tired. Leonard never knew what you couldn't find; as soon as you recognized him, tears started to wet your cheeks. “Len?”, a whisper, the hands reaching for his face. “Oh my god, am I crazy too, am I having an allucination?”

He didn't know how to reply. He didn't know what you were doing on that timeship. He grabbed your hands, looking away. Only to make things worse.

“Oh my god, I can touch you, you're fucking real.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to contain himself. He wanted to hug you so badly. He had missed you so much... but obviously to you it was only passed a little time since his death. “What are you doing up?”

It took a while.

“I saw you dying, Len.” Your voice was cracking. “I was there and I saw you dying.”

Think. Fast. Only a few more instants and you'd start crying to the point you'd feel like drowning. He sighed. “You fell asleep on the floor again.”

“...what-”

“You used to do it a lot.” His voice softened, leaning towards you to move a hair away from your eye. “You're dreaming, kid. You must miss me a lot.”

You looked confused, but buying it. “I- I do...” you cried, “You shouldn't have to do that-- I should've taken your place instead! You shouldn't have to die-- fuck all that legends stuff- fuck Rip, fuck those fucking Time Masters-- if only... if only... you shouldn't have to die, Len, you shouldn't have to die...”

“What are they doing here?!”

He was furious. He couldn't stop hissing with anger at Thawne.

“You didn't tell me they were here. You didn't tell me they were with them.”

“It was irrilevant.”

“Irrilevant?”

“Why are you so worried about that child, Snart?”

“I'm not-”

“Alright, look. We could let them live. To keep you calm. Them and your partner. But only them.”

“...yes. Only them.”

Only they mattered, after all.

#leonard snart #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #leonard snart x reader #fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #fanfiction #lot #lot fanfiction #captain cold #captain cold x reader #captain cold imagine #leonard snart imagine #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow spoilers

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beauregardstaxicab · 9 months ago

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Relationship: Coldflash Rating: Teen (some sexual content, no smut) Chapters: 1/? Summary: Shortly after Barry is struck by lightning, Iris discovers that not only does he have a secret boyfriend, but that boyfriend is Leonard Snart, a notorious thief. She learns to trust him, however, as they both begin looking into Dr. Wells for Barry's sake. Over the nine months that Barry's asleep, their team grows and they discover more frightening details about the man who was currently keeping Barry alive. Together, they have to figure out the whole truth and make a plan to keep Barry safe before Dr. Wells catches onto them, or there will be no stopping him...

Excerpt below:

Iris hadn’t slept much but as she made her way to Barry’s hospital room, she was encouraged that the lights were on. That meant that Barry’s condition was currently stable, though it was still a mystery why it would affect the building’s power in the first place whenever he flatlined. The doctors didn’t understand it either, but they were too busy trying to keep Barry alive, as well as all the other people who were affected by the particle accelerator explosion.

She paused outside Barry’s room and looked down the hallway, considering a quick trip to the vending machine for a coffee. Barry was stable at this moment, though, and she didn’t want to miss her chance to check in on him, so she turned and opened the door to Barry’s room. If only there was something she could do to help besides holding his hand and crying. She hated feeling so useless.

When she entered Barry’s room, however, someone was already there, holding his hand. He was dressed in scrubs, but she’d never seen him before on that floor, and she was there so much, she knew pretty much the entire staff. Not only that, but the man didn’t seem to be taking Barry’s pulse. He was just holding Barry’s hand, talking softly.

She walked further in, gripping the strap of her purse. “Hello?”

The man was up in an instant, clearing his throat. “Sorry, Miss. Just checking on the patient,” he said. His voice was distinctive, with a bit of a drawl. She definitely would have remembered him.

Slowly, Iris lowered her purse to her elbow, ready to reach inside. She always carried pepper spray with her, and she wouldn’t hesitate to blast the stranger in the face if he even looked at her wrong.

“Who are you?” she asked as steadily as she could. “You’re not a nurse.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “No, I’m not. I don’t mean any harm, though. I’ll just be on my way.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, reaching into her purse. “Tell me why you’re here with my brother.”

“Just relax, Miss. Barry and I are… old friends.”

“Yeah? What’s your name?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes trailing down to her hand embedded in her purse. She was trying to be subtle, but she was struggling to find the small canister of pepper spray amidst her keys, pens, and packs of gum.

“It’s Lenny.”

“I’ve never heard Barry mention you.”

“Well, there’s a reason for that.”

She shook her head. “No way. I’m not just Barry’s sister, I’m his best friend. He would have told me about you.”

Lenny, as he called himself, tilted his head. “You sure about that? And what about you? You don’t have any secrets from him? He knows every single one of your friends?”

“He… I—" she started, but she had to admit that there were some friends she’d had in college that she never told her dad or Barry about. Still, that was her, not Barry. He wasn’t the type to keep secrets, and Lenny wasn’t even their age. He was at least a decade older than them, maybe even two.

“Alright, this is what we’re going to do,” she said, regaining her composure. “You’re going to sit down, and you’re going to tell me exactly how you know Barry.”

“Or what?”

“Or I call security, and my dad. He’s a detective for the CCPD.”

To her surprise, he chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I’ve met your father before.”

“So, he knows that you’re friends with Barry?”

“Nope, and I’d like to keep it like that. Alright, Miss West, I’ll play along,” he said, sitting back down. “But for Barry’s sake, I hope you consider keeping this a secret from the good detective.”

“Doubtful, but we’ll see,” she said, slowly sitting on the other side of Barry’s bed.

“Listen, I’ll tell you our story, but could you not pull out that pepper spray in your purse? Barry could get caught in the stream of it. Just throw the chair at me or one of those tools on that cart beside you if you feel that it’s necessary.”

Iris stiffened and glanced at Barry. She’d used pepper spray before, and she knew he was right; Barry would definitely get caught in the mist and he couldn’t even run away. She let go of the canister and set her purse on the floor.

Taking his advice, she glanced over the cart next to her and found some delightfully sharp instruments just sitting there, so she chose one and kept it in her hand. As she turned back to Lenny, he didn’t seem worried, not with the way he was smirking. The amusement, however, didn’t reach his eyes.

The more she looked, she could see the dark circles under his eyes that were identical to hers. It was possible that he was worried about Barry, but she needed to hear some facts before she believed him.

“Okay, tell me,” she said, lifting her chin. “Tell me how you know Barry.”

He took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. He propped one of his feet up on his knee and rested his hands on his leg, clasped together. It gave Iris the feeling that this wasn’t going to be a quick story and she had to admit, she was intrigued.

“My name, Miss West, is Leonard Snart, and I’m a professional thief.” As she stiffened, he waved her off. “Relax, you’re not in any danger from me. Sure, if you look up my record, you’ll know that I’ve killed a couple of people in the past, but that was a long time ago and it was never without reason. But I’d never do that now.”

“How can I believe that?”

His eyes shifted to Barry and his expression softened. “Because, once upon a time, a sassy little boy challenged me. He said that if I was such a good thief, I should be able to do it without hurting anyone. So, that’s what I did.”

He’s known Barry that long, she wondered in disbelief.

Leonard didn’t turn back to her, but his smile widened slightly as he began his story.

“I was doing some time in Iron Heights for petty theft when Henry Allen was arrested for the murder of his wife. You hang around a place like that, you get a second sense of who was actually innocent, and it didn’t take a genius to know that Allen was no murderer. He was grieving for his wife and for not being able to be there for Barry, yet he was still kind and helpful to everyone around him. Patched me up from a fight once. He’s a good guy.”

“So, you believe him?” she asked skeptically. “You believe that Nora was killed by a super fast guy that made lightning?”

Leonard glanced back at her. “Look, you live in your own pretty little world curated by a sheltering father. It’s not bad that he protected you, but there’s a lot of stuff out there you’re ignorant of. I’ve seen and heard a lot in my years, and Barry’s story about his mother’s real murderer isn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. But that’s not what this is about, and if we get into that, you’re not going to find out how I met Barry.”

Iris huffed, but she gestured for him to continue. “Go on, then.”

“To understand why meeting Barry was so poignant to me, I have to give you a little background. My dad was a cop, too, but he was a dirty one. He got arrested when I was little for stealing an emerald, and when he got out, he wasn’t the man he used to be. The only good thing he did after that was father my sister, but he was… cruel.

“Luckily, he wasn’t around much when I was arrested, so Lisa, who was a teenager back then, was being looked after by friends of the family. They were begrudging and not especially kind, but they didn’t hurt her, kept her fed, and kept her in school, so that was good enough for us. She came in to visit me every week, and it killed me to see her so dull and quiet.”

Leonard looked at Barry again and smiled. “Then one day, I came into the visitation room and saw Lisa on the other side of the glass…”

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redfurrycat · 1 year ago

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May i respectfully ask how you can enjoy a ship if u didn't see the show for canon's sake?? 😄👀

Hey Anon! :)

Talking about Sterek are we, right?? :D

Upon reading your ask, I reflected on how I got into the Sterek fandom in the first place, and wow what a nice journey down the memory lane!!

Short answer to how I can enjoy a ship if I didn't see the show?

COLDFLASH.

Confused, are you? =D

The longer version of my babbling is under the cut, and so very sorry about that, coudn't help myself! :D

In case you don't know about the Coldflash ship, Anon, just a quick word. Tis the hero/villain ship from the Flash tv-show, aka Barry Allen/Leonard Snart.

THEM:

I started following this ig account ss.sterek [@holycafe if I'm not mistaken], liking all the coldflash posts, then getting curious about their other posts as well.

This is how Sterek came to be.

At first, it was a polite indifference, but the more I saw the sterek posts the more it got interesting to me, until one day I started searching for any Sterek content.

Until I started searching for any content on Tumblr, specifically.

Until I liked so many incorrect quotes and crack posts about this so-called Sourwolf and Spaz.

At some point their dynamic became SO addicting, I decided to start reading fics.

Did I understand any of the mentionned canon? Heck no.

(The Teen Wolf Wiki Page was a huge help in that regard, explaining to me what a kanima or a nogitsune was for example.)

Still, I remember the first fics I read were about Stiles being Pack Mom to the Wonder betas!! =D

Also fics closely (ish) related to canon...So yeah they always referred to stuff happening in the show that I usually didn't get...

With patience, some research, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FICS, I began grasping things and characters surrounding the Sterek pair.

So I may not know about the Derek and the Stiles from the show, but I know of the fandom version of them.

Beleive me, it puzzled me how big it got to me. (BUT I'M LOVING IT!)

Like I probably have 2,000 bookmarked Sterek fics on AO3 plus the ones I've yet to read on my marked-for-later and the other ones I read without bookmarking them (rookie mistake xD).

I think the writers and the Sterek content creators have taken the grumpy-sunshiny & dry-sarcastic dynamics and wrote....how to say it? almost different characters than from the show? To the point I didn't need the show to understand them.

Nor did I wish to.

Actually, I tried watching after S06 got out, but didn't last more than 15 min maybe? My brain was too wired up on the Sterek vibe to fully appreciate the show. (Maybe my teenage ass would have liked it... But as I was watching soooo maaaaany tv-shows already, it was impossible to start watching Teen Wolf, and when I first heard of Sterek I was at Uni and really didn't have the time - But OH LORD THE NUMBER OF FICS I READ... My life saver to countless sleepless nights unable to close my eyes xD)

I've only watch THE famous Sterek Supercut!!!! :D <3

I don't know if you are aware of my Tumblr really, but if you are, you may notice I'm VERY MUCH INTO PLANES AND PILOTS these days... (okay it's been a year)....

YEAH YEAH YEAH TALKING ABOUT TOP GUN AND TOP GUN MAVERICK AND BLONDE AND BRUNET PILOTS SO WHAT OF IT?!

*I'm super chill, whatddyamean???? :D*)

Make NO mistake though, Sterek is still a favourite pair of mine, and I AM OH SO GLAD to see old and new content popping up in my dash. Still reblogging and reading!!!!!!!!!

ETERNAL STEREK!

Thank you to the original account that got me into Sterek. Thank you to THE STEREK FANDOM FOR CREATING THE MOST AMAZING CONTENT AND FICS.

Dear you go, Anon, rambles over. :D

(((I started writing the reply in the morning, and it is now the evening. I got distracted by real life stuff in the middle, and I AM EXHAUSTED. I hope you can make sense of all the babbling (or word-vomit, more like it.) I won't be reading again cause otherwise I'll keep adding stuff :D))

Have a good day Anon! ;)

#answered anon ask #coldflash got me into sterek :D <3 #and I'm ever so grateful for it! <3 #eternal sterek #sterek is eternal #I love sterek #I also mentionned coldflash and top gun.... AND I LOVE YOU TOO.#good lord this bean needs sleep xD #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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coldinpants · 1 year ago

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My headcanons about the child of the Coldflash

Part 1/? (English version)

- They didn't take a kid from an orphanage or off the street like a stray puppy (because that's too boring aha). What if instead SPEEDFORCE JUST GIFTED THEM A BABY ABOUT EARLY FIVE YEARS OLD AND WAS LIKE, "RAISE HIM, YOU'RE FATHERS NOW, GOOD LUCK!!!"

- Barry and Len received no further instructions, only a boy who had facial features similar to both of them, but had Len's blue eyes and Barry's unruly brown hair

- The boy was named Michael (yes, I love Prison Break)

- Team Flash and the Rogue agreed that the situation was ridiculous, but they liked Michael so much that they quickly forgot about it and started cooing to him

- Michael was the reason Joe was able to finally accept Barry's relationship with Snart. West even shook Len's hand and gave him some parenting advice

- Iris and Lisa argued over who would be the coolest aunt, but they never got the chance to explain to Michael that he should pick one of them. They eventually resigned themselves to a tie because Michael cried

- Mick taught Michael some bad words so he could stand up to bullies on the street. Barry and Len weren't impressed, but Mick was very proud of his "tough guy" attitude

- Cisco made Michael so many toys that Barry had to have a talk with him about it because there was literally no space left in their house to store them in

- Caitlin is always "treating" Michael's teddy bear when he gets "bear fever"

- Michael loves playing chess with Gideon and affectionately calls her "robo-sister"

- Michael didn't have any superpowers, but he was obviously too smart for his age and knew too much to be human (which is not surprising, since he's basically a demigod)

- Barry and Len decide to raise Michael like a normal kid, despite the fact that his parents are a superhero and a criminal mastermind (and also a divine force calling itself Speedforce)

- Leonard reads Michael a bedtime story and Barry sings lullabies

- Michael cried for a long time when they started teasing him at school for saying his dad was the Flash. Barry was ready to reveal his second identity to the world and Leonard literally wanted to go fight with the kids, but both eventually came to a more logical solution.They moved Michael to another school and explained to him why he needed to keep his dads second lives a secret

- Leonard and Michael often fall asleep on the couch together while watching cartoons. Barry thinks it's so cute, he's already taken a million pictures on his phone

- Barry and Michael often dance together to songs from old musicals and it's Len's time to take pictures

- Michael complains to everyone around him that "his dads kiss too much" and is surprised when he gets laughter and smiles instead of sympathy

- One day Michael asks Barry and Len why they aren't married like the other parents. They end up playing the wedding in the kitchen, using dried fruit instead of wedding rings. A week later, Len buys real rings

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #arrowverse

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supervillain-smut · 11 months ago

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Hoss we about Captain Cold being a little too warm 😉 and decides that being naked with you is more fun

Thank you ☺️

"Fuck! Oh, god!" Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, and your boyfriend, groaned for the 15th time in about an hour. "Too hot, fuck I'm too hot! WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?! MICK! I'M BLAMING YOU!" Len shouted loud enough so hopefully Mick could hear him while he was working on the AC in the backyard of your shared house.

"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW! YOU TOUCH THE THERMOSTAT ONE DAMN TIME, AND NOW IT'S YOUR FAULT IT'S BROKEN!" Mick yelled back, throwing a bolt at the window he'd regret throwing later as he'd have to find it in the grass.

You, however, sat relatively cool in front of a box fan working its hardest, peeking over at the two men every time they spoke or made a noise. Apparently, this time Len had accepted the AC would take longer than him getting heat stroke and chose to shed his iconic parka. A rare sight indeed. You took the time to admire Len in his joggers and black thermal shirt. The shirt was tight to his body, to effectively trap his body heat, but its main purpose right now was leaving very little to the imagination of his torso.

Len was no Olympic athlete; no six-pack to be found on the Rogue who did almost nothing but sit around planning heists, drinking beer, and watching the latest hockey game until there was action to be had. He was no slob when it came to him and his body, personal hygiene included. His outline from his shoulders to his waist still formed a V, and his arms got enough work holding that cryo-gun all the time, let alone his strong legs from constantly moving around to avoid getting hit while trying to hit back. He was soft and comfortable, while still being fit for his job. It was perfect for you to lay on him but now wasn't the time.

You had shed your own long-sleeved shirt and joggers that were usually required when living with the Captain Cold, and had traded them for a tank top and shorts; they'd shrunk in the wash last time James did laundry, so you were fighting to keep them covering your butt completely. "Babe, can you grab me a water from the fridge? I'm dying over here." Len always asked you so nicely for things. He mostly liked to spoil you, so asking was a big deal for him.

"Sure, Len. I was just about to grab one anyway." You fibbed as you got up and sauntered to the fridge, feeling eyes on you the whole way, especially when you had to crouch to reach the coldest ones on the bottom shelf. When you turned back around, you stopped in your tracks at what was in front of you. Len, while you were busy, had taken off the thermal and was now sitting leaning back on the couch bare-chested and patting his face dry with a damp towel. You walked over and handed the water bottle to him.

"Thanks, babe, you're the best. Could you maybe do one more thing while you're up?" "Sure, Len." "Could you run this under cold water again?" "Yeah, of course." You had to stop yourself from muttering or whispering your responses as you grabbed the towel and ran it under the faucet, wringing it out so it wasn't soaked, and handed it back to Len, who pulled you into his lap for a quick kiss. As much as you loved the sight and feel of him half-naked, the sweat was not a great feeling, and you really wanted to get back to your fan, so you brought your cold water bottle to the back of his neck.

This, however, backfired when Len straightened up for a second in shock before letting out a moan. "Oh, that feels so good..." The sentence had sent a wave of heat straight to your core, and you tried to laugh off the awkward feeling. Len pulled you even further into his lap and leaned his head back into the water bottle to cool down. "I hate this heat. I wanna just strip and lay on an ice block. Anything would be better than this." Len groaned.

"Why don't you put that cold gun to good use?" You suggested, gesturing to the weapon sitting on the workbench. "I told you, the gun's not a power to abuse. Besides, it's going to leave an even bigger mess once the ice melts." "... What about a small layer? Wouldn't it just evaporate after some time? We could lightly frost the bed and just lay on it." Len looked at you amused for a moment before he changed to thought. "You know what, that would work; and it sounds like a capital idea. Come on." Len said as he got up after you and grabbed the gun, following you up to your shared room, his eyes never leaving your ass.

As soon as you were both inside, you shut the door only to squeak in surprise as Len pinned you against the door, attacking your neck with kisses. "Fuck, those shorts look so good on you. Just can't keep my hands to myself. You want me to stop, now's the time to say so." Len panted as he looked you in the eyes and loosened his grip on your wrists, giving you space and wiggle room; neither of which you wanted.

"Stop? I say go. Why don't we put that bed idea into action?" You spoke in a sultry tone as you gently pushed him backward towards the bed. "Fuck, I love you." Len breathed as he turned around long enough to lightly frost the bed, immediately throwing you onto it, and dropping the cold gun on the floor. You gasped at the sudden cold as Len climbed over you, resuming his attack on your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he began to grind into you half-erect. Len's hand drifted lower and lower down your body before pulling your panties to the side and dipping a finger into your heat, curling it. "Fuck! Len!" You cried out as he delved another finger past your folds. "That's it. You're being so good for me."

He continued to finger you for a while, and just when you felt that coil starting to tighten, he stopped. "Len! No! Please, don't stop!" "Sorry, darling, I have to if you want me to fuck you properly. You want me to fuck you, or do you wanna come like this?" You lay there panting as you thought. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Len." "Atta girl. Come here." Len kissed behind your ear as he pulled his boxers down and pumped himself a few times, a bead of pre-cum spilling from the tip before he pushed into you with a groan.

"Fuck, you feel so good. All mine. So beautiful and perfect, just for me." Len groaned into your ear as he pushed in until he couldn't anymore. He slowly drew back until just his tip was sheathed, then slammed back into you, nearly knocking the wind out of you with pleasure. You locked your ankles around his hips, encouraging him to set a steady pace as he fucked into you.

the smell and sound of sex filled the room as you went at it, coaxing a few orgasms out of each other, not noticing the temperature cooling as Mick had fixed the air conditioner. By the time you were both spent, you were shivering. Len pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head. "Here, lemme go get your robe. Keep you warm until you wanna get dressed." Len said as he pulled his joggers on, commando underneath, he left and quickly returned with your favorite fluffy bathrobe and helped you into it before climbing into bed and scooping you towards him, nestling your face into his neck as he massaged circles into your hip and lower back.

#leonard snart #captain cold #99 luftanons

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moriavis · 1 year ago

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7 - kiss prompt coldflash pleas!!!

Hahaha what do you mean it's almost been a month? ;_;

ANYWAY i hope you enjoy this!

(Also on AO3.)

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Leonard had to admit it— he loved everything about how crazy the world had become. People with superpowers? Time travel in futuristic spaceships?Aliens to the right, immortal tyrants to the left, and Leonard Snart, a man who basically amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of things, had a place right in the center of it all.

Most people would find it terrifying and overwhelming, but for Leonard, it was exhilarating. The clean up, on the other hand? Wasn't really his style. He'd rather take the adrenaline and run.

Lisa was right. He probably did need therapy.

Ears ringing in the aftermath of the fight, Leonard looked around to note the damage: Tennyson Street had been gouged by energy blasts. Supergirl and Martian Manhunter were off to his left, holding up some debris while Cisco and Frost evacuated the civilians that hadn't managed to get out of the neighborhood in time. He pushed the cold gun into his holster and flexed his fingers, gauging the severity of his cramping hand after several hours of shooting.

The back of Leonard's neck prickled with awareness, every cell in his body attuned to Barry Allen's frequency, and he closed his eyes, dismissing the half-formed impulse to vanish before Barry came back to the scene.

"You okay?" Barry asked, voice pitched just for the two of them.

Leonard nodded, short and sharp. "Yeah. You?"

"Honestly?" Electricity crackled through the air and then Barry was standing in front of him, the Flash suit turned maroon with dust. There was a splash of mud against the curve of Barry's jaw, but his smile was bright and honest. "Everyone's safe. Aliens are always a blast to encounter. We got to team up. I probably shouldn't be so happy, you know?"

Leonard's eyes burned, his shoulders fifty pounds lighter in relief. Two hours ago, Barry had been hit by a weapon so powerful it punched a hole in him. Now, there wasn't even a scar, and if it weren't for the burn in costume itself, there wasn't any evidence it'd ever happened. He jerked his eyes away from Barry's chest and focused on Barry's masked face again, cataloging the way concern was starting to darken Barry's eyes to a mossier green.

He took a step forward, his gloved hand sliding off the thin armor of Barry's cowl, and all at once he was flushed with desperation, burning to be closer. They were filthy, bloody and exhausted, but Leonard was coming down from the clarity of battle and shaking apart.

Barry reached up and pressed Leonard's hand back to the curve of his throat. His eyes were cautious, a neon sign that strobed a warning— 'You want to risk it all right now?' He'd seen that look on an endless number of faces, right before he did something brash and out of character, but he'd never seen that vigilance grow into joy.

Barry was a reckless asshole, and Leonard loved him so much.

Leonard gave in and yanked Barry forward into the kiss he'd been yearning for. It was nothing more than a dry press of chapped lips, flavored with sweat and the iron of old blood, but it was everything he hadn't realized he'd needed. It was weird at first, an affirmation of survival. We both lived. We're both here, despite everything. Barry's hands tightened on Leonard's arms, keeping him in place, and sparks caught between them as the kiss deepened. The heat of Barry's mouth, the sourness of their breath, the throb of their heartbeats— everything reminded Leonard that they were both okay, both alive, and he was so grateful he almost hated it.

They broke apart at last, and Leonard thumped his forehead against Barry's, needing to stay close in a way he couldn't explain. "You almost died," he said gruffly. "Think we're even now."

Barry made an unhappy noise. "You were dead for years. We're so not even!"

"Time remnants count," Leonard insisted. Barry searched for his hand and interlaced their fingers. Something vulnerable and shaky inside Leonard finally went still.

Barry laughed softly. "This is going to be all over the news tomorrow."

"We'll give Iris the first interview," Leonard promised, and he kissed Barry again.

~*~

#my fic #coldflash

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tzigone · 2 years ago

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The Redeemed Rogues

Bouncing around ideas for my headcanon reboot. Now, we all know Flash has an inordinately large number or Rogues that have been redeemed at one time or another. Since my headcanon characters will actually age and their stories will have ends, unlike real comics where they have to be kept in play, I'm thinking about what to do with these folks after they quit their criminal careers. I don't like them bouncing between good and bad - those that are redeemed stay so (and there's no mind-control making them go good).

Al and James are the ones that matter to me, I know Hartley matters to others. And Mick happened in the comics, too. Chime in on which villains you think should or shouldn't go straight, but Al and James are non-negotiable in my universe.

Albert Desmond - First rogue to go straight. Well, he'll quickly become engaged to Rita (maybe meets her on work release?). But he has to get a job. We know from issue 153 that he worked at an industrial company and was offered promotion to supervisor - any idea what he'd actually be doing?

I'm not sure on the idea of kids yet - depends on how his mental health is. While he'll still be hypnotized by Zoom a couple times, I'm definitely not going with Dragon's Eye thing, so he doesn't have that to worry about.

Mick Rory - Well, he got tired of being in jail. Got a straight job. In the comics, it was in a glassworks so his parole officer could frame him. I'm fine with that, but if anyone thinks any other jobs, let me know. His wages will have to be garnished to pay for the damages he's caused to buildings through arson.

I'm much more silver age on Mick's origin. A big show to impress a girl. Though he's not as fickle as Cold. Anyway, he'll probably find a woman who likes dramatic displays. Get married, and maybe have a kid.

James Jesse - Honestly, I just really enjoyed reading him in the '80s Blue Devil comics and then later popping up in '90s Impulse. He's just fun in those. So, like many villains, he has a great invention. His anti-grav (probably not using air pressure version because it's harder for me handwave the science) is something that could be patented. I'm not sure if it's useful for airplanes or hover cars. But it'd be great for getting people out of burning buildings. I think it'd be good for moving things - from furniture to stock in warehouses.

He's not the settle down type. I see him bouncing from occupation to hobby and back as he gets bored with one thing and moves on to the next.

Hartley Rathaway - I admit to finding the incredibly bribing first appearance of his parents kind of amusing. I feel he's more defined by his dynamic with Wally. Do you think they should still be killed?

Then there are his personal relationships. I didn't read New 52 for various reasons. I understand he was married to Barry's boss there. That seems less likely with Barry not being youthified. And a large percentage of gay men are not in monogamous relationships, so it might be nice to explore that. Of course, I didn't read, so the marriage may not have included sexual monogamy.

Leonard Snart - He just gets older. After Barry's "death," there's little reason to keep up the show. Barry comes back, but he stays retired.

I've said before that his cold gun is worth a fortune. Great for police officers and home defense. And, depending on how it works for stasis-ness, it would be amazing for EMTs. And yeah, kids are going to get ahold of them and shoot each other with them - but hey, it's not like it hurts anyone.

He would be so rich, and him being rich off the dollars of police departments is amusing. He'd take care of his sister. I can't decide what to do with her - her focus was all about Roscoe originally, which makes her unwilling to give up and kinda one note. Either her motivation changes, as with the comic, or she loses her drive for some reason. Since Barry won't stay dead, maybe she finds out Roscoe was cheating or something. Or she could be given an entirely new motivation.

Anyway, Leonard will live well, and fall madly in love two or three times a year. He's very fickle, though, so it never lasts more than a couple months.

#Pied Piper #Leonard Snart #Mick Rory #James Jesse #Albert Desmond #Captain Cold #Hartley Rathaway #Heat Wave #Doctor Alchemy #The Trickster #Mr Element

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firesoulstuff · 2 years ago

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"Lose them" "Like airline luggage" for Captain Canary? Thanks! And I hope that you have a safe flight :)

(Thank you and I really appreciate the pun here)

"Lose them."

"Like airline luggage."

Sara rolls her eyes even as the smirk pulls at the corner of her lips. Well, at least now the airline losing their luggage isn't a total loss; it's inspiring Len's jokes.

Maybe it is a total loss.

She darts her eyes upwards to the overhead sign and that's all she can give him, and she knows it's all she needs. She breaks off from him, making a left and moving for the escalators, whilst he keeps walking. Eventually he'll come to either a bathroom, the food court, or in the worse case scenario a vending machine. At any destination he'll pull a pickpocket routine and then double back to pin it on the assailant following him.

As for her, she may be quite literally without he preferred bag of tricks to work with, but she's worked with less on hand before.

She makes her way down to a customer service desk, happy to note only one of Savage's men has followed her. The second is likely tailing Leonard, as planned.

She slows on approach to the desk, letting her eyes wander the different signs, checking her phone, and waiting her turn patiently until she is waved over by the attendant.

And then, she strikes.

She turns to completely face her stalker, who in her slower pace and lingering caught up, acting as though he had merely been going to the same place as her.

"You can go first." She tells him, and she timidly holds up her phone. "I'm waiting for my fiancé to meet me here. He has all our information."

The man blinks at her, but she continues to look at him expectantly. Eventually he has no choice; either go up to the counter, make a huge scene by taking her here, or bail out.

He chooses the counter, and Sara is quick in making her getaway.

By the time she arrives at the terminal exit Snart is already there and waiting for her.

"What took you so long?" He asks, though she doubts he's been here for more than a minute at most.

"My guy was a slow thinker." She says, and he chuckles.

"Lucky. Hope mine's a slow healer."

#captain canary #fic rec #5 sentence fics

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 2 years ago

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Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I got tagged on my writing blog by @lilxxbrainrot aaaa! Thank you! I will be cheating by putting in more than 3 lines to each section but no more than 7!

Head Above Water (Lord Asriel & Lyra Belacqua, Lyra Belacqua & Pantalaimon, Lord Asriel & Stelmaria, Lyra Belacqua & Roger Parslow || His Dark Materials || No Rating || 2897 words)

"It's okay…" she breathes, shaking so fiercely. Lyra's hand reaches for Pantalaimon’s pearly-white fur, to comfort, to grasp him.

Bright red blood leaks out onto the ice. She's never seen a colour so vivid… glowing… Lyra moans, rapidly blinking out the woozy spell. Her ankle, torn open by split shards of ice, feels moist and burning-hot and cold all at the same time.

Vœux (Prince Charming/Cinderella || Disney’s Cinderella (1950) || G-rating || 3375 words)

Cinderella studies the armor with rapt attention. "Is there any for women?"

Prince Charming goes solemn, face tightening.

"… Women cannot be knights, I'm afraid."

"Aren't you a knight?" she questions. Prince Charming hesitates and stammers, nonplussed by her frankness, and Cinderella's mouth forms into an 'O' of embarrassment. "Was I not supposed to say aloud that you're a woman?

Thrills and Chills (Barry Allen/Leonard Snart/Iris West || The Flash (TV 2014) || E-rating || 2399 words)

You were right, toots," Leonard says, practically purring. "Barry's shhyyyy."

Iris disguises her giggle behind a hand, giving Barry an apologetic look.

Barry sits up on his knees, making an offended noise.

"No, I'm not."

Leonard's silent smirk feels like a challenge. Barry doesn't have anything to prove, and he wouldn't be half-dressed and massaging Iris' thigh if Barry didn't want to be here with them.

Never Alone (Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto || Free! || E-rating || 5702 words)

"You shouldn't have been in the water," he says with a little more heat, as if accusing Makoto of something. "Not if you didn't trust it."

Makoto blinks. Is Haru mad about that?

"I see … Is that what you believe about the ocean, Haru?"

"The will of others don't command the water. You just have to know what it's feeling, and then tame it."

Saving All My Love For You (Thomas J. Sennett/Vada Sultenfuss || My Girl (1991) || G-rated || 2221 words)

She thinks about Thomas J getting attacked by the bees, and thinks about her prayers. She thinks about her promise to God about marrying Thomas J if he lived.

"You keep it," Vada insists, pushing the mood ring back into Thomas J's opened hand.

"Really?" he asks. "You sure, Vada?"

"One day, you're gonna give my mood ring back to me but not right now. We're not ready."

The Child (The Thirteenth Doctor/River Song || Doctor Who || M-rating || 4463 words)

"Nervous?" River asks, muffling out a laugh. It vibrates a shock of exquisite heat against the Doctor's chin.

"… You're a menace," the Doctor tells her, unable to suppress a wide and girlish smile. Boyish. Them-ish. "A right menace."

Every Deed of Mercy (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov || Yuri!!! on Ice || E-rating || 3047 words)

Although he's scared for his life, Yuuri resents this entire situation, and being helpless. He can do nothing but remain on his knees, looking sullenly and quietly at the first burglar squatting down next to him, waving his pocketknife with a little, eerie smile.

"If I were you, I would be more nervous…"

This time, someone is speaking in English — thickened and naturally accented. Yuuri side-eyes him, breathing heavily out of his mouth, tasting a hint of blood mingling in his own saliva.

"You're going to jail," Yuuri murmurs, in the flattest, deadpan Russian he can muster.

Graduation Day (Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson || Stranger Things || T-rating || 1772 words)

Chrissy giggles, much more softly this time, and Eddie's heart feels fast and fluttery. Fuck, she's the only important thing right now.

"Oh! Here! I finished!"

She holds out a graduation cap and Eddie lets out an excitable, noisy laugh, taking it up. Instead of being the Hawkins green, he can see black fabric sewn over his, his, graduation cap. The top of it covered with hand-sewn skulls and crossbones and rocker symbols.

"Chrissy Cunningham, you did this all yourself?"

The Last Hours (Merlin/Arthur Pendragon || BBC Merlin || E-rated || 2163 words)

It's not his car, but there's a key in the ignition.

He remembers the way back to Uther's family beach house.

Arthur has to be there. There's nowhere else to go.

"I'm going to kill you," Merlin mutters, gripping the wheel hard enough to bruise his hands. "I'm going to fucking kill you, you sorry arse."

Devil Caught Your Eye (Wanda Maximoff/Sylvie || Marvel Cinematic Universe || T-rating, 1534 words)

Wanda—Scarlet Witch—hovers upwards, her crimson-glow eyes still glaring. It's a barren wasteworld stretching out before them, the atmosphere chokingly thick with darkness and smoldering-hot ash. A place, a dimension, an apocalyptic hellstorm.

"Right," Agnes's imposter murmurs. She's small-figured, wearing an emerald cloak and a broken, horned head-piece. Her hair stringy with wet, clumping ash. Blood trickles under her nostrils.

Tagging: @glove23 @clotpolesonly @merlinsbed @fern-stone @not-so-mundane-after-all @freshbrainss and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!

#about rie

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livesinthebalance · 2 years ago

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WHAT JEWEL ARE YOUR BONES MADE OUT OF?

[ just for my loudest muses at present, because I’m curious ]

AJ WARREN

STAR SAPPHIRE well hello, beautiful. ✦ how does it feel to have their eyes on you all the time? ✦ do you like to perform? do you like the way their hands reach for you as you turn in the spotlight? ✦ do you wish they would stop? ✦ they won’t. they can’t help it. ✦ is that the reaction you wanted? you want them to laugh, to cry, to moan, to yell at you maybe. ✦ you only exist in the lines spreading across the faces of others, right? ✦ if nobody thinks of you, you aren’t. so you make yourself headline news and they won’t look away ✦ attention won’t solidify you when the sun comes up and love won’t fill that hole inside. ✦ you might want to install an alarm system. just because they want you, doesn’t mean you have to give yourself.

ABBY DEKKER

PEARL you are a bit of an open wound. ⍜ the pain won’t kill you like you think it will, let yourself bear it and you’ll find you can ⍜ you might even find that the world is a lot more than your oyster. ⍜ reticent (unwillingly so), passive, introverted ⍜ resilient, generative, adaptable ⍜ you hold the ability to create and recreate the world around yourself

ATHENA

OPAL oh you are everything! ❍ indecisive, chamelonistic, flighty ❍ multitalented, innovative, extraordinary ❍ jack of all trades and master of all you touch ❍ containing multitudes ❍ you catch the light in different ways and all of them are you ❍ you get more selves than the rest of us, my darling. take this gift and use it well.

CARLOS REYES

AMBER you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. ⌾ you catch it all and keep it. ⌾ you have a singular talent for holding on tight ⌾ collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper ⌾ core: memory

DR. JAKOB HOOD

JAMES VALDEZ

LE CHIFFRE

ONYX reserved (by choice), decisive, self-sure and self-contained, selective, resolved, close-minded, intuitive, deliberate ⍚ opaque - my secrets are not for you ⍚ scrying - i can see more than you know ⍚ sharp - i know where to cut

LEONARD SNART

TAZA

#|| let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find || { about // aj }#|| taking down the 'out of order' sign doesn't fix the problem || { about // abby }#|| what does it mean to be human ? || { about // athena}#|| hope is being able to see light despite the darkness || { about // carlos }#|| the only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing || { about // jakob }#|| one day is hell; the next day's the dawn || { about // james }#|| cleverness is not wisdom || { about // le chiffre }#|| one hell of a thief || { about // leonard }#|| luck is a cruel god || { about // taza }#|| out of chaos || { ooc }

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rurousha · 2 years ago

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From Fox River to Central City, Ch 8/14

1 – Team Flash & Legends, Mick-1 & Palmer 2 – Mayor Snart, clearly the most crooked here 4 – Cold-4, retired 11 – Killer Cold & Heatwave, bad guys 16 – Cold-16 & Sara-16, thieves 19 – Leonard-19 & Mick-19, smugglers 22 – Snart-22 & Rory-22, cyborg survivors 27 – Len-27 & Mickey-27, freedom fighters 29 – Michael-29, Lincoln, Veronica, & LJ, criminals but the good guys? 30 – Scofield-30, structural engineer 53 – Leo & Ray, 4-ever

Cisco flicked open a lighter and held it near his arm. He sat among his nest of blankets and pillows in the back of the SUV.

“Mick, how did he get your lighter?” Killer Cold asked flatly from outside the back of the vehicle.

Heatwave patted down his jacket, checking that it was actually gone. Then he just shrugged. Cold rolled his eyes.

Cisco held the lighter closer to his arm and said, “I burned my family alive, and I like to set things on fire.”

“No, that’s me,” Heatwave said.

“He’s vibing you, Mick,” Killer Cold explained.

“They labeled me an arsonist,” Cisco growled, “but that’s wrong. Me? I’m a pyromaniac.” Cisco held the lighter closer to his skin, and Heatwave recognized the smell of burning skin and hair. Cold just watched. “Being an outsider is a good thing. You get to tell people to go shove it.”

Heatwave nodded in agreement.

“I’d rather die than speak German.”

“Focus, Cisco. How many of Mick are in there?” Cold climbed up into the back of the SUV and sat across from Cisco.

“Less talking, more doing,” Cisco demanded.

“We will, don’t worry about that. Just tell me how many.”

“Five,” Cisco mumbled as he stared at the flame against his arm. The skin was starting to blacken. “Four with fire at his side. One is scared. For his son, his girlfriend, and his brother.”

“I don’t have a brother,” Heatwave said.

“You are his brother,” Cisco said, looking at Cold.

“Interesting,” Cold said. Then he reached over and snapped the lighter closed. Cisco sagged against the back of the car as Cold tossed the lighter back to Heatwave. He pulled out the first aid kit and started to treat the burn on Cisco’s arm with burn ointment. Cisco just slumped sideways onto his bed while Cold held his arm up to wrap it.

“You’re the best guy I ever knew. You may not think you’re a hero, but you’re a hero to me.”

“Who’s that supposed to be?” Heatwave asked. Cisco tended to just spout off whatever he was seeing and hearing without any context.

“Don’t know,” Cold answered. He set Cisco’s arm down and tucked a blanket over him. He pushed Cisco’s matted hair back out of his face and stroked it gently to keep him calm. “Tell me, Cisco, how many of me are in there?”

“Don’t hurt Barry.”

“No, Cisco, no. Just me. How many?” He pressed his cold hand against the bandaged burn on Cisco’s arm to sap the pain out of it. Cisco visibly relaxed.

“Nine. Five with cold guns. One is already as good as dead. Three have never killed, but one wants to. They’re scared. They’re so angry. They’re near Barry. They’re going to hurt Barry,” Cisco whimpered and was on the verge of tears.

“No, Cisco, never again.” Cold laid down next to Cisco and pulled him in close to his body. The decrease in temperature from his right arm calmed him again. Cold stroked Cisco’s back and whispered, “I won’t let any of them hurt Barry ever again.”

Heatwave closed the doors and decided it was time to move the vehicle.

It was to no one’s surprise that the remaining Snarts and Rorys disappeared after the encounter with Gypsy. All but Cold-4, who Barry, Cisco, and Michael found in the cortex, sitting in Cisco’s chair with one ankle crossed over the other thigh.

Cold-4 smirked at them as they came in. “Let me guess. You had a crisis of conscience, and now the 19s have flitted away.”

Barry tiredly rubbed both hands down his face. “Something like that,” he muttered. “Everyone else gone?”

Cold-4 nodded. “You blame them? I’ve been shot at more times in the past two days than the previous two years.”

“Then why are you still here?” Cisco asked. “In my chair.”

Cold-4 shrugged, as if that answered anything.

Barry pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket. “I’m going to have to call Joe. With a bunch of Captain Colds and Heatwaves running around, who knows how the CCPD’s going to react.”

Cisco put his hand on Barry’s to stop him. “I, uh, might have already thought of that a few days ago. And then posted some event ads with the city.”

Michael finally voiced what everyone was thinking. “What is that supposed to mean?”

WELCOME COSPLAYERS! CENTRAL CITY PARK’S FIRST ANNUAL ROGUES COSTUME DAY!

Cisco’s plan of announcing a Captain Cold and Heatwave cosplay day definitely worked. If anything, it seemed to have worked too well. The banner stretched across the park entrance was very large. The park was very crowded.

“Oh my god,” Lincoln said. “Is that kid wearing a big blue coat and wielding a blow dryer for a cold gun? I will admit that is hands-down the cutest thing I have ever seen. LJ, why weren’t you that cute at that age?”

“Poor genetics,” LJ responded without hesitating.

Cold-4, Veronica, and Michael all laughed. Kids in costume were running everywhere. Food trucks were selling villain-themed foods like Trickster’s Surprise Chili and Captain’s Cold Shaved Ice. Michael thought that was tempting fate. He also wondered how this was organized so fast.

Lincoln was wearing a fireman’s jacket. Michael himself was wearing one of Snart-1’s blue parkas. Leo had been using it. Barry wanted to give him Snart’s cold gun too, with the freon cartridge taken out, to complete the outfit. Cisco refused. Cold-4 had said he would keep an eye on ‘the children’ and left with Michael and his family. As soon as they were out of Cisco’s eyeline, however, Cold-4 had handed him a cold gun nearly identical to Leonard-19’s.

“This must’ve been Snart-1’s,” Cold-4 had said. “I literally just found it sitting on a desk.”

Michael adjusted it to its lowest setting. Cold-4 told him that would be enough to knock someone on their ass but not give any permanent frostbite.

In the park, to Michael’s surprise, a woman with a teenage daughter approached them with one of those camera phones. “Excuse us. You are probably the best cosplayers we’ve seen so far. You mind if we get a picture with you?”

Michael’s jaw dropped a little, but Cold-4 was quick on the uptake. “Of course not,” he said smoothly. “Here, I’ll take the photo. You two get in the shot.”

“Oh, alright then,” Lincoln said. He and Michael, still a little confused, posed for the photo with the two women.

“May I ask something?” Michael said to the mother once Cold-4 had taken the photo.

“Of course.”

“Why do you like Captain Cold? I’m not from around here. I got hired because I look like him. And I don’t quite get it. My understanding was that he was some thief. He even killed people.”

The woman nodded her head in understanding. “Yeah, he did. And some of them… well, do you know who the Santinis were?”

Michael shook his head.

“There were a mob family that used to run drugs and guns through the east side of town. I run a shop there. They had me under their… ‘protection’. Then, one day, they crossed Captain Cold and Heatwave. I never saw the Santinis again after that. The drugs disappeared practically overnight. The streets in that area were never safer than when Captain Cold and Heatwave owned them. Truth is, I would take a supervillain over normal criminals any day.”

“Wow,” Veronica breathed.

Behind the women, Cold-4 held his hands over his heart in a mocking show of emotion.

Then the teenager said, “Plus the Flash said that Cold saved us all somehow. Wish we knew more about that. I ship ColdFlash either way.”

Veronica snorted into her hand.

“I don’t know what that means,” the mom said.

“Take my advice,” Cold-4 said, “don’t Google it.”

They spent a couple of hours wandering the park. Twice, Michael thought he spotted one of his doppelgangers only for it to end up being a guy in a costume. But eventually they got hungry for some proper food. Michael’s group wandered away from the park in search of lunch.

They didn’t get far before they were approached by yet another fan. He was a tall, handsome man wearing a long coat.

“Those costumes are great,” the man said as he stepped up to Michael. “Mind if I get a picture?” He held up his smart phone.

“Not at all,” Michael said. They were getting used to the occasional photo shoot. As they stepped in close for the picture, Michael realized he didn’t see Cold-4 around to join them.

“Thanks guys,” the man said. “You know, you really do look like them. And I heard that the real Snart and Rory went off time travelling.”

Michael’s hackles rose. He didn’t think that was public knowledge.

“It kind of makes me wonder,” the man continued, this time with an edge to his voice, “if that’s the kind of thing that might mess with someone’s age.” Then he stepped fully in their path, blocking their way.

“You’re going to want to step out of the way,” Lincoln warned.

“No, I don’t think so, Rory.” A sudden burst of wind spun around him, and dark storm clouds formed overhead unnaturally fast. Then he shouted behind them. “What do you think, Piper?”

Another man, this one in a black hoodie, stepped out from a nearby alleyway, effectively surrounding them. He was younger, smaller, but he wore some sort of gauntlets that looked similar to Cisco’s myriad of devices.

“Facial recognition finds a one hundred percent match,” the new guy said. “They’re definitely Cold and Heatwave.”

Michael held his hand up in front of Lincoln’s chest to stall the confrontation and said, “No, look, we’re not. We just look like them.”

Thunder rumbled in the clouds above, and there was a mechanical whine from the gauntlets behind them.

Then there was Cold-4’s gun pressed against the first stranger’s temple.

“Cool it, Mardon. No need to lose our tempers.”

Mardon side-eyed Cold. Cold smiled back, all teeth and warning. Then the sky cleared, the gauntlets powered down, and Cold pulled his gun back. Mardon and Cold laughed and clasped hands. Cold slapped Mardon’s shoulder.

“How you doing, Mardon? I haven’t seen you in an age.”

“Don’t you mean an ice age?” Mardon snarked back.

“Oh the puns,” the younger man came up to them. “I may miss working with Snart. His jobs were always very profitable, well-executed, elegant almost. But the puns. Oh the puns.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Piper,” Mardon said.

“It’s kind of my thing, Mark,” Piper responded. “And I told you this wasn’t time travel. It’s an alternate reality situation. Am I right, Snart? Tell me I’m right.”

“You’re right, Hart,” Cold-4 agreed.

“Hah! Pay up, Mark!”

Grumbling, Mardon pulled a 100 dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Piper. Or Hart. Michael wasn’t sure what his real name was.

“I’m even willing to bet that this is all somehow Ramon’s fault,” Piper said.

“No it’s not,” LJ mumbled.

“Yeah, Mardon, what are you doing, holding up a kid?” Cold smacked Mardon in the chest.

LJ said, “I’m not a kid!” at the same time Mardon said, “He’s not a kid.”

“See?” Mardon continued. “Come on, I was probably half that age the first time I committed a felony.”

“That’s not a good measuring stick,” Veronica objected.

“I don’t like her,” Mardon said.

Cold-4 shrugged. “She’s a lawyer. You’re not supposed to.”

“Why don’t you introduce us, Cold?” Michael said.

“Of course. Mark Mardon, the Weather Wizard, and Hartley Rathaway, the Pied Piper. Rogues, these are Michael, Lincoln, Veronica, and LJ. They don’t have any fun monikers because their reality is apparently really boring.”

Lincoln and Michael shared a smile. Alliterative supervillain names. Called it.

Cold-4 kept talking. “Gentlemen, while I have you here, let me ask. Are there any threats I should know about? People with a grudge against this reality’s Snart that might take it out on me or the kid?”

Michael figured ‘the kid’ was, in this case, him.

Mardon thought about it for a second. “The Santinis, obviously. Or what’s left of them. Scudder. Maybe James Jesse. It’s always kind of hit or miss whether or not he’ll pay any attention.”

“But not you, Mardon?”

Mardon smirked. “Snart left me hanging against the Flash a while back. But I owed him one already. As far as I’m concerned, we’re square.”

“Good to know.”

Mardon moved as if to leave but asked, “Saints and Sinners later?”

“Sure.”

With a blast of air, Mardon flew up and landed on the roof of a nearby building.

Piper stepped up to Cold. “So, how old are you, Snart?”

“Sixty two.”

“Whoa, really?” Veronica expressed the surprise everyone felt.

“Damn, Snart. You aged well.”

“Keep it in your pants, Piper.”

Piper huffed then looked sideways at Michael. “We’ll see.” He winked at Michael then used blasts from his gauntlets to follow Mardon.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Even though it was well into spring, it started to get pretty chilly out once the sun started to set. Michael thought the parka was uncomfortably warm during the day, but he was thankful for it now. He did tend to get a little cold.

Cold-4 was leading them through the city. He seemed to know where he was going.

Michael thought it was actually quite beautiful at night.

“So, Uncle Mike, I was wondering. And, I don’t care what the answer is. You’re my uncle, and family no matter what. But are you, uh…”

Michael shared an amused smile with Veronica. He had been expecting this question ever since the introductions yesterday, but he was surprised it was from LJ, and in front of everyone too.

“Am I…?” Michael tried to lead his nephew into finishing the question.

“Are you gay?”

Michael smiled and looked over his shoulder to where LJ was walking behind him with his father. Lincoln also looked amused by the question.

“No. But I’ll admit that meeting all my doppelgangers almost made me consider revisiting that question.”

“It was disproportionately queer in that crowd,” Cold-4 agreed.

“You sure, Michael?” Lincoln’s tone was teasing, but Michael thought the question was probably genuine. “You were never particularly interested in girls growing up.”

“I was interested in a few,” Michael said softly. He was careful to not look at Veronica this time. “Besides, I… checked.”

“You checked?” Lincoln sounded like he was about to start laughing in earnest. “When?”

“In college, and that is the extent I am going to answer questions about that.”

Lincoln and Cold-4 started laughing. Veronica shivered and said, “We should probably be headed back.”

Cold-4 shook his head. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather get a real dinner than eat more commissary food.”

Veronica groaned. “And a decent bed too. That does sound nice.”

“Glad we agree.” He stopped on the sidewalk, and the group stopped around him. He turned abruptly and grabbed Lincoln by the shoulders. He shifted him a bit to one side. “Would you stand right there for 68 seconds?”

“Uh, why?”

Michael dropped his head into his hand. “Because you’re blocking line of sight from the security camera on the next building over. Don’t turn around.” He had to grab both Lincoln and LJ to keep them from doing exactly that to look. He didn’t need their faces on the camera either.

Cold-4 grinned. He had stopped them right next to an ATM. He pulled the piece of gum he had been chewing out of his mouth and used it to cover the ATM camera before stepping fully in front of it.

“Are you serious?” Veronica said. “You’re going to rob an ATM just right in front of us.”

Cold-4 pulled some sort of card that looked like a credit card but wasn’t out of his pocket and inserted it into the card slot. “Well, it’s not like I have valid currency for this dimension. You?” Then he pressed some buttons on his phone and then ones on the ATM.

“No, but that’s hardly the point. Aren’t you retired?” Veronica asked.

“Retirement’s no reason to get sloppy. LJ, would you hold these please?” The ATM spat out stacks of twenties, and Cold-4 handed them to LJ as quickly as he could. “No one will even know it’s empty until the morning.” He checked his watch. “And with six seconds to spare. Alright, let’s walk this way without turning around to get caught on camera, yeah? Good. Dinner and a hotel’s on me.”

They got a suite. And room service. A lot of room service. Lincoln dropped face-first into a feather duvet on a king sized mattress and sighed loudly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been on a bed this nice,” he said, voice muffled into the sheets.

Michael wanted this. He wanted his family safe and relaxing in luxury instead of running for their lives from a government conspiracy or a serial killer doppelganger. But it wasn’t what they got.

“It’s not for us, Lincoln,” Michael said. His heart fell as he said it.

Lincoln raised his head up enough to glare at Michael. “It’s not?”

“Nope,” Cold-4 agreed. He handed Veronica several thousand dollars in twenties and a couple of cell phones. He had been busy. “It’s for you two. Until this whole thing is taken care of.”

“You’re ditching us?” LJ objected.

“It’s just for a little while,” Michael placated.

LJ wasn’t having it. “We’re not just going to leave the two of you – three of you – on your own.”

Lincoln groaned and sat up. “No, they’re right. You two aren’t targets. We are.”

LJ looked unhappy, but Veronica had already accepted it. It was safer with them separated. As Lincoln picked himself up off the bed, she stepped over to him and kissed his cheek. “You watch out for each other, you hear?”

Lincoln smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later, Michael, Lincoln, and Cold-4 were back outside in the chilled night air.

“Where to now?” Lincoln asked. “Back to the labs? I got to tell you, I’m pretty tired of that already.”

Cold-4 gave a sharp grin and said, “Let’s get a drink.”

#from fox river to central city #cw's the flash #the flash #dc #prison break #crossover #fanfiction

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barbiebatarangs · 3 years ago

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Since Leonard makes your pu$$y throb I request a drabble of your choosing of Leonard. Because you deserve it!

ILY THANK YOU THIS IS SO SWEET

leonard snart x fem!reader

warnings-smut

You’re kissing softly, the dim fluorescent lights of the wave rider bedroom streaming across your face and dancing sweet melodies through your hair. It’s warm and gentle and every movement is precise and languid. The need to be close enough to share the same air more overpowering than any bodily sensation you’ve ever known. You feel it in your toes all the way up to your chest, a heat that makes your legs clench and your throat whimper.

Leonard lays under you, one hand cupping your cheek and the other drawing figures on your arm. His lips are chapped and cold and his skin gives you goosebumps.

When you agreed to join the wave rider with your boyfriend you never expected it to be like this, death knocking on his door with every trip because even with a freeze ray he was still like you. A human, powerless in a world of metas. You found yourself in these weeks craving his touch more than ever, the heat so unbearable in your body you need his cool lips, tongue, hands whatever you could find against your flushed skin.

The problem was you’d never gone further than intense makeout sessions and an occasional grind. That was because of you, you’d never gone that far with - well - anyone. But at the moment all you can think of is Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo and his skin and your skin and the love you both feel.

Your knees are on either side of his waist, hair shielding your view of anything but Leonard, whose lips are in a smirk and swollen, and god he looks so beautiful your belly pools with heat.

Leonard can’t see anything but you, and he is not complaining. He’s never felt like this before, had his heart stutter every time he’s away from someone, had his body crave someone else’s so badly, had felt so much love for one person it might make his heart combust. He desired every bit of you, from your soul to your heart to your body. But he didn’t want to push you, pressure you into anything you weren’t ready for.

His lips press feather-light to your exposed neck and you try to stifle the sounds they’re giving you. But it’s not enough, not anymore.

“Leo,” You pant, breath heavy and thick and fanning against his face, “I need more, please.”

Never in his life could he deny such a request from you, but he needs to be sure before continuing.

“Hey, hey are you sure?” He asks against your neck, still giving little wet kisses to the sensitive hair-standing flesh, you nod but it’s not enough, “Hey, I need words little snowflake.”

“A-ah yes, please S-Snart.” you swallow a moan and move your hips against his, looking for the much-needed friction, much-needed touch, much-needed anything Leonard could provide you with, “Please I’m ready, Leonard I love you. I want my first to be with you.”

“I love you, so much I almost hate you for it.” He grins against your lips before flipping them over, his body now flushes against yours, “I’ll be gentle, if anything’s too much tell me.”

“I will, now please I-I need something. Anything.”

He almost can’t breathe, you’re so kind and sweet and trusting - oh god your trusting. He’s never been trusted (for good reason but that’s neither here nor there) but here you are, under him, soft and willing.

“What do I? How should I?” You inquire, grabbing at his shirt, “ I want this off. Please.”

More than willing to oblige he grabs the hem of the grey top and pulls it over his head, quickly making work of getting off your sleep shirt and tossing it in the pile.

There you lay, bra-less with only a small pair of underwear keeping you covered. Maybe it’s the insecurities but you have to fight the urge to cover yourself up with your hands. Leonard, of course, notices and moves your hands aside, pinning them with just enough force to show you he’s assertive but light enough that you could easily escape, “Don’t cover yourself.”

With a swallow, you nod, his heated look giving you butterflies in the basin of your stomach.

His hands start slow, caressing the flesh of your chest with slow, precise motions, each one so perfectly planned to give you optimal pleasure. It works and his hands have you panting soft quiet breaths and closing your eyes, mouth parted ever so slightly.

Leonard moves to press butterfly kisses all across your breasts, little wet kisses with soft sucks and traces. It makes you groan, gasping and begging for more.

Ever the considerate boyfriend, he obliges, moving his lips to where you need him most and sucking on the nipple, tongue going back and forth and swirling around the hard flesh, sucking slow. His other hand begins playing with your other nipple, squeezing and pushing and caressing with cold calloused hands.

You wrap your thighs around his waist and squeeze your thighs together, only to have them pried open and placed back on the bed, a husky whisper in your ear following suit, “Don’t worry your pretty little head I’ll get there.”

Whimpering you nod, grabbing his head from your chest and kissing him, so deep and hot that your whole body seems set aflame. You’re growing impatient and it seems Leonard is too as he pulls away and hooks a finger under the cotton underwear, eyes looking at you with question.

Your reply is moving your hand to drag his finger - and the underwear - down and off in the pile by the bed. Suddenly exposed to the cool air your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Ready?” He asks, fingers beginning to trace down your belly and closer to your clit. When you nod he lets his index finger flick through the slick folds, the sudden movement makes you cry out and grab his arms, squeezing your nails into them, “Like that?”

Nodding desperately you ask, “More?”

So with a sinister smile, he moves his hand to draw finger eights against the small bundle of nerves and places his head in front of the sheen of wetness. His breath against your makes your legs shake in anticipation, the wait almost unbearable.

He starts slow, kitten licks across the outside and just barely dipping his tongue in. At the first taste, he can’t stop, picking up his face and letting his tongue flick into the entrance, your whines egging him on.

“Leonard, you’re really good about this. S-Should I be jealous?” You ask, voice light and airy and full of pleasure and humor. “Mhm, perhaps.”

He’s grinning and you can feel it and the strokes make your head fuzzy and all is right in the world.

#cannot believe people read my tags #in love #youre amazing #bestie vibes only #leonard snart smut #leonard snart x reader #leonard snart x y/n #leonard snart #anyone else remeber the 'im in love with an ostrich' song?#lol spelt remember wrong

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