#coldatomwave

[madhare0512]

Ships I Write For:

- Marvel

FitzSimmons

The Scientists and the Spies (Leopold Fitz/Jemma Simmons/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff)

Lance Hunter/Leopold Fitz

Huntingbird

Clintasha

Hulkeye

StaticQuake

Daisy Johnson/Piper

Daisy Johnson/Piper/Lincoln Campbell

Melinda May/Phil Coulson

Mack Mackenzis/Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez

Foggy Nelson/Matt Murdock

Wilson Fisk/James Wesley

Luke Cage/Danny Rand

Danny Rand/Spiderman (Ultimate Spiderman only)

IronHawk

Technobow

Stony

Cherik

Armando Muñoz/Alex Summer

Nightsilver

Scott/Jean

Danielle Moonstar/Rayne Sinclair/Illyana Rasputin/Sam Guthrie/Roberto de Costa

Raven/Hank

Wandavision

Peter/Ned/MJ

Carol Danvers/Maria

Symbrock

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Loki/Mobius

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

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- DC

Birdflash

Malcolm West | Herald/Joey Wilson | Jericho (Teen Titans only)

Rachel Roth | Raven/Garfield Logan | Beast Boy

Coldflash

Superflarrow

Vibeflash

Atomwave

Coldatom

Flashatom

Coldwaveatomflash

Goldenvibe

Toliver

Hawkmates

Killerwave

Winnara

Scholsen

Atomblazer

Coldatomwave

Atomfrostwave

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy

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- NCIS

Tony DiNozzo/Jimmy Palmer

Tony DiNozzo/Nick Torres/Jimmy Palmer

Nick Torres/Jimmy Palmer

Sam Hanna/G Callen

G Callen/Eric Beale

Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks

Poly!Agents (Callen/Sam/Kensi/Deeks/Eric/Nell)

Nell/Nate

Tim/Abby/Delilah

Bishop/Kasie

Gibbs/Jack Sloan

Sam/Michelle

Jessai (Jesse Boone/Kai Holman)

Pride/Chris/Sebastian

Lucy/Kate

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- Criminal Minds

Hotch/Hailey

Tara/Emily

Jemily

MoReid

Micphet (Prophet/Mick Rawson)

Sam Cooper/Prophet/Mick Rawson

JJ/Will

Luke/Penelope

Rossi/Erin

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- Harry Potter

Wolfstar

Jegulus

Jeguiliy

Jacob Kowalski/Newt Scamander

Fred Weasley/Harry Potter/George Weasley

Ron Weasley/Harry Potter

Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Hermione/Ron/Harry

Harry/Luna

Luna/Ginny

Ginny/Harry

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- Maze Runner

Newtmas

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- Doctor Who

Rose/Nine

Martha/Ten

Clara/Eleven

Rose/Nine/Jack Harkness

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- Supernatural

Destiel

Sabriel

Crowly/Bobby

Bobby/Balthazar

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- Star Wars

Skysolo

Stormpilot

Jedistormpilot

Obi-Wan/Anakin

Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme

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- Star Trek

Chulu

McSpirk

Spirk

McKirk

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- Merlin

Merther

Morgana/Gwen

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- Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Hollowheart

Floatingfire

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- Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Aralas

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee

Meriadoc Brandybuck/Peregrin Took

Frodo/Samwise/Merry/Pippin

Bagginshield

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- Dark Matter

OneThree

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- Power Rangers (full list in the pr blog)

Jake Holling/Noah Carver

Brody Romero/Preston Tien

Hayley Foster/Calvin Maxwell

Tyler Navarro/Riley Griffen

Jayden Shiba/Antonio Garcia

Mike/Kevin

Devon Daniels/Ravi Shaw/Zoey Reeves/Nate Silva

Devon Daniels/Nate Silva

Casey Rhodes/RJ

Vida Rocca/Xander Blye/Chip Thorn

Nick Russell/Chip Thorn

Jack Landors/Syd Drew/Sky Tate/Z Delgado/Bridge Carson

Jack Landors/Bridge Carson

Will Aston/Mackenzie Hartford

Ronny Robinson/Rose Ortiz

Scott Truman/Summer Landsdown/Dillon/Fynn McAllistair/Ziggy Grover

Dillon/Ziggy Grover

Scott Truman/Flynn McAllistair

Shane Clarke/Dustin Brooks

Zayto/Ollie Akana

Zayto/Ollie Akana/Javi Garcia

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- Hawai'i Five-0

McDanno

Max Bergman/Jerry Ortega

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- Shadowhunters

Jimon

Alec Lightwood/Simon Lewis

Jace Herondale/Clary Fray/Simon Lewis

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood/Simon Lewis

Malec

Clizzy

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- Umbrella Academy

Dave/Klaus Hargreeves

Eudora Patch/Diego Hargreeves

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- Flashpoint

Julianna Callaghan/Sam Braddock

Lewis Young/Spike Scarlatti

Sam Braddock/Spike Scarlatti

Sam/Spike/Lew/Donna/Winnie/Jules

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- Teen Wolf

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Allison/Scott

Erica/Boyd

Danny/Ethan

Lydia/Jackson/Aiden

Lydia/Stiles

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- Grimm

Monroe/Rosalee Calvert/Nick Burkhardt

Nickroe

Adalind/Juliette

Roddy Geiger/Carter Brimey

Renard/Wu

Wu/Hank

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- White Collar

Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey

Peter/Elizabeth

Peter/Elizabeth/Neal

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- CSI

Horatio Caine/Eric Delko

Caine/Eric/Speedle

Calleigh/Ryan Wolfe/Natalia

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- 9-1-1/Lone Star

Tarlos

Russley

Owen/Michelle

Bobby/Athena

Hen/Karen

Chimney/Maddie

Marjan/Paul

Mateo/Nancy

Nancy/Marjan

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- One Chicago

Kelly Severide/Matthew Casey

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead

Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead/Natalie Manning/Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead/Justin Lieu/Connor Rhodes

Gabby/Shay

Darren/Blake

Mouch/Trudy

Herrmann/Cindy

Boden/Donna

Cruz/Chloe

Antonio/Peter Stone

Antonio/Voight

Sarah/Noah/Joey

Crockett/Ethan

Ethan/April

April/Maggie

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- Mission Impossible

Ethan/Will

Jane/Bengi

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- Sherlock

Johnlock

Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

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- House

House/Chase

House/Wilson

Wilson/Chase

House/Wilson/Chase

Foreman/Thirteen

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- Ghost Whisperer

Melinda/Jim

Melinda/Rick

Melinda/Rick/Eli

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- Baby Driver

Darling/Buddy/Baby

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- Bull

Danny/Cable

Bull/Benny

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- Julie and the Phantoms

Luke/Julie

Luke/Reggie/Alex

Luke/Alex

Julie/Flynn

Julie/Carrie

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-TMNT

Leo/Usagi (2003 only)

Leo/Karai (2003 only)

Raph/Traximus

Raph/Casey Jones

Don/Usagi (2003 only)

Don/Leatherhead

Mikey/Mondo Gecko

Mikey/Renet

Splinter/Tang Shen (2012 only)

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I do not write incest of any kind, I do not write abuse unless by my own ideas, I do not write manipulation unless by my own ideas

If you have a question about a ship you don't see up here and want me to write, you're welcome to DM/IM me.

Thank you!

[seiya-starsniper]

@historyandqueershenanigans @sans--seraph @reallyintoscience all tagged me 💖💖💖 I love you all to pieces

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics, then tag ten people! If you’ve written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

So I definitely have more than ten fanfics to my name, but before I started writing sandman I had about a 5-6 year gap in writing so I don't know if that counts as recent whoops. I'll include them for the nostalgia factor I guess

A View to a Dream (Fandom: Sandman. Ship: Dreamling. 2023 WIP)

“009, you’re being redirected. A new mission has been assigned to you.” Q’s voice is quiet, but firm, allowing no room for arguments.

they say our love's just like Magic (Fandom: Sandman. Ship: Dreamling. 2023 Oneshot/Complete)

"Hurry up, Hob, we're going to be late!" Johanna's voice rings through Hob's entryway. 

Wake Up & Smell The Flowers (Fandom: Sandman. Ship: Dreamling. 2023 Oneshot/Complete)

The shop has been barely open for fifteen minutes when Hob hears the bell ding. He smiles. He’s pretty sure he knows who has just walked in the door. 

Midnight Pleasures (Fandom: Sandman. Ship: Dreamling. 2023 WIP)

He wakes to his hands and feet bound.

"Hob Gadling," a deep voice growls. "Did you truly think you could deceive me?"

and if I get burned, at least we were electrified (Fandom: Sandman. Ship: Hobrinthian/Hobrintheus. 2023 Complete)

Hob Gadling is not sure what drove him to take a smoke near the dilapidated White Horse tavern instead of just outside The New Inn, but he’s now wishing he'd stuck closer to civilization as he would’ve completely avoided the mess he’s currently in.

Descent (Fandom: Tiger & Bunny. Ship: one sided Mattia/Barnaby. 2022 Oneshot/Complete)

Mattia spends hours and hours relaying everything he knows to the Stern Bild police. He lets them probe about his research, fumbles when he admits he has no idea who his sponsor has been this entire time, and cries when he realizes that yes, all his colleagues are confirmed dead.

Lost and Found (Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow. Ship: Steelatom. 2017 Oneshot/Complete)

Nate is pretty sure his soulmate is the most forgetful person on the planet.

What's in a name? (Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow. Ship: Steelatom. 2017 Oneshot/Complete.)

It was no secret that Nate and Ray were head over heels, over the moon in love with one another.

A Life Not Lived (Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow. Ship: Steelatom. 2017 Oneshot/Complete)

Ray had been feeling off ever since they came back from 1967. He couldn't explain why, but he felt like there were things he should know, but didn't. 

Vanilla Frosting (Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow. Ship: ColdAtomWave. 2016 Oneshot/Complete)

If you were to tell Ray Palmer that he would be nursing a broken heart by baking over six dozen cupcakes, he probably would have shrugged and agreed.

Oh god who to tag that hasn't already been tagged and done it uhhhhhhh: @yary-t @starklystar @quellawrites @bluesundaycake @wizardofgoodfortune and anyone else who wants to do it! <3

[anendofeverything]

Writing Tag Game

Thank you @nixie-deangel for tagging me, I’m so late to this!

How many works do you have on AO3? 28

What’s your total AO3 word count? 81127

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5th - Love Like I’ve Never Known | Flashwave; Coldatom 4th - Just You Wait | Flashwave; Coldatom 3rd - Baby Just for a Moment | Flashwave; Coldatom 2nd - I See Things That Nobody Else Sees | Coldflash [A/B/O] 1st - I’m Lost In Your Love | Coldflashwave [A/B/O]

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I do my best to reply to comments, but occasionally I forget.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? Maybe On Your Pillowcase, as it’s pure Coldatomwave fluff.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Er...... maybe my Malec Alpha/Alpha fic?

Do you write crossovers? Somewhat, I suppose.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yeah, but that shit get deleted, bc I can’t be arsed with it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do, and it depends on the ship and the context and the setting of the fic.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? If it’s ever happened, I’m not aware of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Yeah, but those works were never on AO3, and I’m pretty sure they’ve been deleted at this point. 

What is your all time favorite ship? Coldwestallen - these three have barely had any screen time as a trio, really (especially if we’re talking about E1!Snart interacting with Barry & Iris), but the chemistry. Holy shit - you cannot convince me that if Len had stuck around, he wouldn’t have eventually developed a proper friendship with the West-Allen’s. But hey, thanks to fanfic, we get to see them in love, which is what they deserve.

What is a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will? It’s not finishing WIP’s that I struggle with, it’s being motivated to write in the first place.

What are your writing strengths? Angst comes naturally when I’m writing, so maybe that?

What are your writing weaknesses? Adding unnecessary angst when it isn’t needed. And actually writing shit in the first place.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’ve done it, and prayed that it makes sense.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter, I think, like.... eleven years ago? Christ.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? My Hucey fic, You’ll Always Be the One For Me.

Tagging: @partialtotheperiwinkleblue, @tutselutse, @eaion, @molivier, @snowylucas, @fallenqueen2, @callonielb

[best-of-fanfic]

But just because you’re insanely hot does not mean I want a threesome with you. 

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"Mr. Palmer, would you like me to continue playing your ColdAtomWave spotify playlist?” Gideon’s voice rings out from the ceiling

Ray Palmer from Just me, you and your best friend

🤣🤣 you can't tell me she didn't do this on purpose. Like sir you are drowning in your crush Gideon is tired of it

[gabrielokun]

[blueelvewithwings]

I'll be nice for one. "You invited them over for the science. Only for the f**king science.” + a Ray ship. Surprise me with which one

„You invited him over for the science. Only for the damn science?“

„I...yeah? He was really brilliant when we tried to steal that dagger and he knew so much about turning off the alarms and electricity circuits and-“

„Haircut“, Mick interjected, shaking his head. „You‘re blind sometimes.“

Haircut frowned at that, then looked over to Len, who was still leaning in the doorway, for once without parka and cold gun, and seeming to be as confused as Haircut.

„You wanted to… discuss electricty circuits with me?“ Len asked, and Haircut nodded.

„Yeah, I thought you could help me with some problems I‘ve been having with my suit.“

„So… why is Mick here, then?“

„Oh, we‘re having a date later, he just… you‘re a bit early, Mick.“

At that, Len snorted and turned around, halfway facing out into the hallway again.

„No triple date, then?“

„No, I just thought you – what?“

Mick stepped forward at that, plucking the screwdriver out of Haircut‘s hand that had been uselessly hanging there for a while, in danger of falling down onto whatever fragile electricity stuff he was working on.

„Triple date. That why Lenny‘s here, and me too. We thought you wanted him to join us for the date.“

Haircut looked down at his suit, then carefully shut the lid over whatever he was working on.

„You know… I‘ve never been on a triple date before, but it sounds much nicer than electricity circuits.“

Len  turned back into the room at that, signature smirk already in place.

„Really? But you know that all we‘ll do is steal your heart, right?“

[beetle-sandwich]

Guyz, let’s be real...

Most of our ships’ theme song would be “True Love” by P!nk

[craptaincold]

mick is like REALLY LEN THE TALL DOPE? THAT ONE? but then he gets stuck in jail with him for a while and comes out like ok yeah i get it now

honestly we really could’ve had it all with coldatomwave we really could’ve

imagine the 3 of them returning to central city and barry is there and he’s like oh hi ray! and then Len and Mick step out behind him and ray is like hi these are my boyfriends :) and Barry is like no...... how can this be........ and ray is like I know this might be a bit of a shock to you because you guys were enemies at one point but and Barry is like I thought Leonard was MY BOYFRIEND

[robininthelabyrinth]

Tentacles? I am definitely there for more tentacle fic! I have a few random prompts for more tentacles in the dctv verse. Coldflash: post!oculus Len comes back with a few additions Coldwave/Atomwave/Coldatomwave: Mick is an elder god who forgot what he was. He just remembered. Atom/?: Ray makes a teeny tiny miscalculation. Oops? (But tentacles are cool. Right?)

here’s your coldatomwave elder god :D

ao3 link

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They didn’t invite people to their bed often.

It’s not that they didn’t like to share – they did – but it was just such a pain finding someone who they both wanted enough to go through all the hassle of, well, explaining.

Not to mention preserving.

But Mick liked Ray. He’d liked him from the start, when Ray had tried to sacrifice himself for Mick’s benefit, just like he ought to. Len had been a little jealous at first, of course – he was the one who sacrificed for Mick, damnit – but then Len’d gone and done the biggest sacrifice of them all, dying at the Oculus in Mick’s place.

Mick appreciated the thought, even though he didn’t like the fact that Len needed to spend a few years putting himself back together, after that.

But, well, by the time Len finally came back, even he had to admit that Ray’d been doing a good job taking of Mick.

Even if he didn’t entirely understand exactly what it was that Mick needed.

They’d seen the quiet heartbreak in Ray’s eyes when they’d retreated to Mick’s room together, hand in hand, but Mick was hungry to get back into the arms of his oldest and most favored worshipper, and Len just as eager to get back to the business of worshipping.

But now they’d sated themselves (at least for the first round, anyway) and their talk turned to Ray.

His friendly loyalty. His steadfastness. His enthusiasm.

Yes, perhaps he would work.

Perhaps he would even stay.

Intact, that is.

“It’s worth a shot,” Len agreed.

Mick smiled, and reached up to the headboard. A touch is enough for him to warp the mechanical mind that governs the ship to his will – he doesn’t even really need to do that much, but why take any risks when he’s willing to extert himself a little? – and Gideon politely informed Ray that he was wanted in Mick’s room immediately.

Ray had no idea how true that was.

He protested, citing Len’s presence, but Gideon repeated the invitation and stressed the immediacy of it, and so Ray overcame his reluctance and made his way to Mick’s room.

He walked inside and froze at the sight of the two men lounging in bed, the blankets covering Len up to his chest but only one of Mick’s legs. They were both clearly naked.

“Uh, I, oh, I,” Ray stuttered. “I thought Mick wanted me –”

He tried to retreat, but the door slammed shut behind him and locked.

“He does,” Len drawled.

“I do,” Mick agrees. “Want you.”

He gestured to the center of the bed between them.

“You – wait. You’re inviting me…?”

“Yes.”

“You guys want to have a threesome with me?” Ray asked.

Len sighed. “No,” he said patiently. He hadn’t understood either, at first. “You and me, we’re both good worshippers, and Mick here, Mick likes worship. That’s what we’re inviting you to do. Or are you telling me you don’t want to go down onto your knees for him right now?”

He looked pointedly at Ray, who found himself unable to lie, staring as he was at Mick’s uncovered body.

“You telling me,” Len continued, lips curling into a smirk as Ray’s telling silence continued, “that you haven’t wanted to do this from the very start? I know you, Raymond. You can be so good when you want to be. And Mick likes it when you’re good for him, you know that?“

Ray’s eyes go a little wider.

So do his legs.

Len grins. "Oh yeah,” he says, satisfied. “Mick likes it when you feast your eyes on him like you can’t get enough. And Mick’s going to like it when you get down on your knees and crawl to us now.”

Ray gulped.

“Or you could turn around and go,” Len added, waving a hand. "If you want.”

The door behind Ray unlocked with a loud click.

“Your choice,” Mick said. He’s lying back on the pillows, his body language loose but his eyes intent. His body is on display: the twisted burn scars, the muscles glistening with sweat, even his thick cock resting on his thigh. “But as Snart here likes to say: if you’re in, you’re in. No turning back.”

Ray swallowed.

He did not go.

He went to his knees, and he crawled.

“Good boy,” Mick said, reaching out to cup Ray’s head. “Very good.”

Ray mewled a little. He was hard already. He’d been hard since he walked into the room.

“You’re going to be mine, aren’t you?” Mick asked. “You’re going to be my good little worshipper, right?”

Ray nodded.

“Say it,” Mick said.

“Swear it,” Len said.

“I swear,” Ray said, his eyes locked on Mick, filled with love. “I’m yours. I’m your worshipper.”

Mick smiled, and his smile had too many teeth.

“Good,” he said, and the great inky darkness at the heart of him spilled out into the room, spilling past flesh and into soul, and Ray had only moments of realization that something was not as he had expected before he was drowning in that immense power, power that curled itself around him, filling him with pleasure beyond human imagination, and whispering in his ear that Ray done well - so well - to agree, that now it would all be his; he would be loved as he had never been loved before, that he would see his darkest dreams come true, that he would never be alone again: he would be Mick’s, always, through life and beyond death.

He would never again feel as though he did not belong.

“Oh god yes,” Ray moaned, even as his mind began to fracture beneath the weight of that darkness. “Yes, please, yes –”

Mick laughed, and the darkness laughed with him.

“I’ll show you,” Len said to Ray, all eagerness now. He remembered his own first time; it had been much the same. “I’ll show you how to pleasure him best, how to worship him properly; you’ll love it. It’s so good, Raymond; it’s so good.”

“Yes,” Ray whimpered, unable to think, unable to do anything but agree. “Yes.”

Len pulled him onto the bed. “Tonight I’ll show you the ropes,” he said. “And all you need to do is lie here and enjoy. You - we - can do something a little more – exciting – next time around.”

Ray nodded. He let Len arrange his limbs, pulling and pushing him until he’s on his hands and knees, his legs apart – his clothing has dissolved, he notices, but he doesn’t know when that happened.

“Look,” Len said encouragingly, and he made sure Ray was looking when he coaxed out a long thick strand of darkness from the morass that surrounded them in the room: long and thick and heavy, smooth as glass but Ray could feel the warmth of it.

He could feel the warmth of it as Len coaxed it up to his entrance, smoothing the way for it with his fingers, and pushing it in with a slick ease that should be impossible, but Ray felt no pain: there was nothing but pleasure, pleasure and the promise of more pleasure, endless pleasure. The feeling of Mick inside of him at last, where it ought to be, and Ray’s legs trembled as he took him in deep, deeper than he’d ever had anything or anyone.

“You’re doing good,” Mick rumbled. “You’re doing so good for me.”

“You can do more,” Len said encouragingly. “Would you like him in your mouth, too?”

Ray nodded furiously. He could do things with his mouth: he was clever with his tongue, everyone was always saying so. He could please Mick that way, he could show him his affection, his devotion.

No, not devotion.

Worship.

Yes.

Len pulled another tendril of darkness out and brought it to Ray’s lips, which parted willingly to let Len push it onto his tongue. For a moment, it tasted of the first breath of night air, and then it solidified, turning hot and pulsing on his tongue – hot the way Ray had always imagined Mick would be hot, even if this wasn’t exactly the way he’d imagined it going. But now that it was, he can’t imagine ever being contented with anything else.

“Good,” Len said, moving the tendril in and out of Ray’s lips before releasing it, watching with satisfaction as Ray’s head bobbed up and down, tongue moving, lips moving, spit slicking the corners of his mouth. “Oh, good. You picked a good one this time, Mick.”

“I know I did,” Mick said, pleased. He ran his hands down Ray’s sides, and Ray moaned around him. “He’s very good, this one. I’m going to keep him with me always.”

Len smiled.

“You can do a little more,” he said to Ray, who cracked open an eye to look at him in confusion. The confusion faded as Len helped Ray sit back onto his heels, sinking deeper onto the thick tendril spiking him open, freeing his hands to take one tendril in each one – Len showed Ray how to pull them forth himself – and then Ray could use his hands, too.

He could not speak to show Len his gratitude, but he murmured it around the tendril still between his lips.

Len understood regardless. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, sliding forward until their hips were aligned, his hard cock sliding against Ray’s. Their true pleasure was in serving Mick, of course, but Mick enjoyed their bodily pleasure as well. “You don’t need to thank me. There’s enough to go around. “

“Yes,” Mick said as the tendrils of darkness reached out for Len, too. He would have them all night like this, using hole after hole, filling them with spurts of darkness that dribbled down their thighs and their mouths and slicked their hands, darkness that would only increase their desire for more. More pleasure, more darkness, more Mick. More chance to worship him: their only desire, now. “There’s more than enough.”

And the god looked upon his worshippers and was pleased.

[me-evil-never]

OTP Question #6

Grocery shopping:

Who's the one who makes a neat list and sticks to it and gets fruits and vegetables and just "real food" in general and who's the one who keeps trying to sneak sweets and junk food into the cart because "ew why do we have to get this rabbit food it's gross let's just get take out or something" "not happening. you're gonna kill yourself eating like this I mean how the *fuck* did you even survive without me"

[razzleyd]

Ok like, coldatomwave cuddling where Mick and Len are elemental metas. Mick sleeps on the far end against Ray's back, keeping him warm with his overheated skin. However, Len sleeps on the opposite side of Ray and damn his whole body is like the cold side of the pillow, but constant and it's so good. No blankets are needed. Ray's perfectly balanced, keeping Mick cooled and Len warmed.

[gabrielokun]

[blueelvewithwings]

From the fluff prompts, "Are you sure you’ll be alright?” for coldwave or atomwave

//Coldwave or Atomwave? I choose option C. this is Fluff, Soph-style. Thank you for your request, this was very fun to write!!

Mick didn‘t even look up when he heard his door slide open, knowing that the only one who would come see him was Ray. No one else would dare to come into his room in the middle of the night. No one else was allowed to, anyway. Gideon knew to keep his door locked for anyone but Ray.

The boots that entered his line of vision, however, were very much not Ray‘s.

He looked up at that, away from the heat gun he was cleaning, into Snart‘s face.

„What do you want?“ he asked with a grunt, and watched as Snart perched himself on his work desk, legs crossed over one another in a show of casualty.

„Raymond said you were moping again“, Snart replied after a few moments, idly picking through the tools on Mick‘s desk. Mick pushed down the urge to punch him in the face for it.

„I ain‘t moping, and Haircut can come talk to me himself.“

„Clearly you‘re not moping, you‘re just cleaning your spotless gun for the fun of it. Raymond is all out of it because you shouted at him, so clearly you‘re just peachy.“

Mick sighed and very deliberately took his time to put the gun aside on the bench press next to him.

„What‘s your point, Snart?“

„Quit moping, Mick. Either get over it or talk about it, whatever. But don‘t yell at Raymond for nothing. He cried on me for an hour because he thought you hated him now. And you don‘t get to hurt him, Mick. Don‘t you dare hurt him.“

With that, he rose again, giving Mick one last glare. Mick wondered when he‘d taken to wearing his parka and his gloves again, wrapping himself up in more and more layers as if to shield himself against the cruel world.

Snart was almost at the door when Mick did find his words.

„Are you going to be alright?“ Mick sounded desparate even to his own ears as he said that.

Snart turned around, and Mick‘s glance at his hand – the hand that shouldn‘t be there anymore – seemed to be enough of a clue.

„Am I going to be alright or are we going to be alright?“

Mick shrugged and leaned backwards, looking at Snart almost provocatively.

„I dunno. You tell me.“

They stared at each other like that, Mick sat on his workbench in just an undershirt, scars on display, thighs spread and heatedly glaring at Snart, and Snart in the doorway, posture ramrod straight, wrapped up in his stupid parka, one gloved hand resting on the cold gun that was holstered to his thigh.

In the end it was Snart that deflated first, slumping the tiniest bit and stepping back inside the room, coming to sit beside Mick.

„You‘re my partner“, he murmured, and placed one hand on Mick‘s thigh.

And somehow, that was answer enough.

Mick wrapped one arm around Len‘s shoulders and pulled him against himself, revelling in the feeling of that familiar weight against his side.

„You got skinny. I‘ll cook you dinner later, get some food into you“, he murmured. Len‘s reply, that it wasn‘t his fault that Chronos hadn‘t fed him enough, was left unspoken. They both knew that anyway. Instead, Mick just pulled Len a bit tighter to himself, holding him and grounding both of them that way, getting them reaccustomed to the feeling of being them again.

Haircut found them like that, a while later, and Mick knew that the smile on his face matched Len‘s as they both held out an arm, easily inviting him into their embrace.

[eugenyaofrome]

(Len enters the room in a rage)

Len: GET OUT!

Ray: Len, don't you see we're in the middle of something?

Len: IT'S MY ROOM!

Mick: Well, you can join us if you want.

Ray: MICK!

[craptaincold]

[ID: A tweet by user @/Skoog that says:

leader: after the heist is over, we split up and never communicate again

me: [about to unveil my “crime buddies forever” friendship quilt] never? /END ID]

legends season 1 ray attaching himself to Len and Mick

[zaritarazi]

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