#coldblazer

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Coldblaze

[waveblazer]

ColdBlazer/Coldstantine (Leonard Snart/John Constantine) + Blue

[kleptoandpyro]

For @roguesjustwannahavefun for the @arrowversequarantinefic-exchange

A very late gift, of which I apologise

Pairing: John Constantine/Leonard Snart

Rated: Teens & Up

Summary: “All my life I’ve hurt people, conned them, made people’s lives a living Hell and now I find myself on this ship with you lot, hunted down by someone I’ve spent years trying to save and I don’t know which way is up.

"So I may not know Mr Snart like you do, but from what I do know about him, I reckon we have more in common than we know. So who knows, eh? I go pay him a visit and maybe we can help each other out.

“...And he’s bloody gorgeous, so there’s that.”

Or:

The one in which Leonard Snart gets himself into a spot of bother in The Afterlife and John Constantine knows he's the only man for the job.

Excerpt:

Of the things he’s capable of feeling, it’s the very uninspiring ‘doubt’ variety which is the worst kind, which affects him most, John thinks. More so than fear, than anger. Only makes his conscience shift uncomfortably even when reason and experience hold him firm and remind him over and over that he’s in the right.

And John can’t afford to be shaken, to be off-kilter. Because it’s precisely the swell of his will power and the steadiness of his hands and the intensity of his faith in his abilities that drives away the dark things. Gives him the strength to carry his burdens. Keeps the flame lit and guiding him forward into the unknown.

Not even the religious kind of doubt is as affecting, as there’s a marked difference between belief in Divine Judgement and outright knowing it’s there. And the rules are very clear on what happens to non-believers, rules which are written and immovable, and John knows precisely where he stands in that regard -- and where he will stand on Judgement Day, for that matter. It’s what allows him to just bloody get on with it and keep one step ahead of the shadows. The finality affords a kind of peace, which he can appreciate. There’s a simplicity in the inevitable, and life could always do with being simpler.

But second guessing himself has ever led him down dangerous paths. Hesitation to act begets the illusion that he has a moral compass, which only leads to fruitless attachments, which leads to somebody dying. It’s as cyclic as the day and night, and part of the reason people are better off without him.

He does what he has to do because it has to be done, and for a long time this outlook was enough.

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[kattahj]

There was this Facebook post with LGBTQ comic book characters, and someone in the comments went, “Constantine is bi?” in this kind of dubious way.

Which could be completely reasonable, depending on which context you’ve seen him in, but since I’ve mostly seen him on LoT (and in Sandman), I did a bit of a double-take, because

That would be a very definite yes.

[nowwavingnotdrowning]

Just what I needed...another ship!

@agreatandhonorablesoldier requested some Coldstantine

[coldestthief]

Clearing The Air

New Version of my little ColdBlazer/Captain HellCanary thing.

This is roleplay specific content for this blog and @inmywiring’s Sara. It is not meant for widespread distribution! Anyone not directly associated with this particular verse may NOT reblog.

"Out, both of you!", Sara says finally, having just pushed her way in between Leo and John.

She's facing John, staring him down with a fire in her eyes that makes him choke on the 'e started i' that he had had lined up. "Don't even think about it. Let it go.", she hisses at him and he knows with the same clarity that he'll take his next breath, that she doesn't mean the argument. She means the magic he's gathered to his fingertips, ready to strike at Snart.

Later, much later, he'll wonder when she'd become so familiar with his … everything, that she could tell.

In that moment, he gives her a sardonic little grin and let's go of the power with a physical shake of his arms.

Snart smiles down at him over her shoulder and just like she's sensed John's magic, she seems to sense the smugness on him. Without even turning around, she inclines her head to acknowledge the thief. "And you. Wipe that grin off your face. I meant it. Get out, both of you."

They slink out of the room, one after the other like chastised schoolboys only a moment later, Sara following them with her arms folded under her chest. Right before she closes the door on them, she gives both of them a once over and says: "You better sort this out. The sexual tension is giving me a headache." And with that, the two men are left alone.

It takes the span of a sharp breath in for John to spin around to Snart and say: "There's no..."

Snart shakes his head in a quick little move, brows furrowed even deeper than his natural scowl. "No."

They face each other, John with his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers, Snart with his arms folded over his chest. Two sets of blue eyes, one suffused with acid green, the other dulled to an icy blue-grey, hold each other for a second, before they trail along the other's body.

Slowly.

There's a moment of tension when their eyes meet again.

And then, a small start of leaning towards each other, even if neither of them moves from their spot.

"Bloody'ell…", John groans and rolls his eyes and a second later, Snart has crossed the distance and pinned him against the wall.

"Shut up.", Snart purrs. Not growls, purrs. And John's already pressing up into his bulk, even if it is with a shiteating little grin.

"Make..." me, John wants to say, but he's interrupted by another one of those purrs that seems to run straight down his spine and settle as heat in his groin. "Don't dare finish that."

And John doesn't finish it.

Because the next thing he knows is cool lips against his, the scent of freshly fallen snow in his nose and the taste of something sharp and herbal against his tongue when Leo doesn't waste time coaxing his mouth open with a grip on his jaw.

They end in Snart's room, because, as the thief points out "It's closer." and John is half out of his coat when one of those strong, cool hands stops him. "Leave that on.", Snart drawls with a grin that is positively sinful and John replies with a grin of his own and a small arch of the brow, but he doesn't say anything.

Well, not anything related to his coat.

What he does say is: "Only if you pu' on those gloves la'er."

Leonard let's John push the smooth, black wool coat off his shoulders, so the warlock can run his hands over the the thief's shoulders, curl his fingers into the contours of the body he usually keeps so well hidden.

There's muscle there. The kind of casual muscle that doesn't come from vanity, but necessity, and the flex of them under his palms is exciting when Leonard grips him by the tie and pulls him back into another kiss.

When those clever, skilled fingers make short work of the buttons of John's shirt, just touching through expensive cotton isn't enough and John reaches for the hem of Leonard's shirt.

Only to be stopped with a hard grip on his wrist.

"Don't", Leonard snaps. "do that."

The grip is cold and near painful. The expression in those glacier eyes matches it perfectly.

And John remembers something … something Sara's told him when John made a cruel throw away comment about Daddy issues.

His free hand lifts away from Leonard's chest and moves to his own, pushing his tie out of the way before shrugging one shoulder out of the shirt and coat. Under his collarbone, in the hollow before chest curves into shoulder, there's a puckered, round scar.

"Cigare'e.", John says quietly, his mouth pressing into a thin line when he jerks his head into something between a shake and a shrug. "Me dad. 'e didn' like me much."

The expression on Snart's face softens, lips curving into a gentle smile.

"I still won't let you take off my shirt." John scoffs a laugh. "Didn' mean i' tha' way, luv. Jus' sayin' I ge' i'. Fuckin' shame, bu' I can work with tha'."

And apparently, that's the right thing to say, because Leonard kisses him again, harder this time, with a kind of rough sensuality that has John painfully wanting by the time that cool tongue curls against the roof of his mouth.

John's always known that Leonard's good in bed, not least of all because he's caught him and Sara weeks ago, her legs around his hips, her back against the wall. The kind of abandon on her face, even as she kept herself quiet with a hand over her mouth while he sucked a mark into her neck … John didn't know if he should be jealous of her pleasure or of the apparent ease with which Snart seemed to cause it.

Now he's on the receiving end of Leonard's eerily composed focus, of that sardonic mouth and those thrice damned hands and by the time John slides into Leonards lap, drawn in by the lapels of his coat, he's already nearly fallen over the edge twice.

The thief is strangely gentle as he guides John down and oh, Christ the bastard is exactly as well endowed as John'd thought (why not admit to having thought about it now that the bastard's shagging his brains out?) and that inhumanly low body temperature extends all the way, chasing shivers up his back.

John's shaking, gasping and there's barely more than an uptick of Leonard's breathing as he holds John by the back of his neck with one hand and under his thigh with the other. It irks him, the way the man can keep his … well, his cool while he's taking John apart.

So for the second time that evening, John gathers his magic. He lifts one hand from Leonard's shoulder and to his lips. "fulgur super cutem meam", he growls, breathless and delights in the shudder, the small faltering of Leo's movements when those icy grey eyes catch sight of the hellfire glow in John's own.

"What are you …"

Leonard doesn't get much further than that, because John's already touched his tongue to his fingertips and placed his hand against what little bare skin he can reach along the side of Leonard's neck. The prickle of electricity to the touch drives the breath out of Leonard's lungs and John grins before he leans in and kisses him again.

And that, the magic on his skin, his lips, his tongue finally pulls a low, deep purr from the thief. A second later, John is on his back and in heaven.

[hardwiredweird]

so... a question: what are you currently working on? have any new ships caught your attention lately? also, i meant to tell you a while ago, but somehow forgot... you did a panel type thing for matt murdock/frank castle and it was AMAZING!!!!!!!

Aaaaw, THANK YOU! I was really happy with how that little comic/panel thingy came out.

I'm currently suuuuper stuck on ColdFlash again (you know, if it wasn't obvious), but I'm also dipping my foot into more Arrowverse pairs (ColdBlazer, Barrisco, Harrisco ...). Other than that, I am working on some Fratt stuff for a reverse bang and am going through some of my older traditional drawings (both Marvel and DC) to get them redrawn digitally.

[kleptoandpyro]

Ah Coldstantine Rarepair Hell. I've a feeling I'm partly to blame for this sdddffffggg

When I'm off work I'll yeet some over

I fell in a rarepair hell, y’all. Help, anyone who finds this post send in your fave headcanons, XD

[axel464]

I wanted to make some stickers for myself, and thought making a few of my oc's to stick onto things. XD I was looking for a company to get them made, but most of them are either to priced or they don't do single sheet. Next best option is to look for some good sticker paper and print them at home. 8) I am in love with Minibug and Wasp holding hands~ Cuteness level intensified. My other ones are Spitfire, Blue and Coldblaze. Also concept sketch’s from my sketchbook and digital sketch’s as well. 

[ao3feed-coldflash]

Darkness Take Thee

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rrbKQ7

by Notsalony

Len’s worked the force for a long time. He helped raise Barry when his parents were killed by the dark magic that helped make him The Flash. Now another dark lord has come to Central City… and Len’s being whored out by his own son for a bit of peace.

Words: 1731, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Darkverse

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), Hellblaze, Constantine (TV), Constantine (Comic), Constantine: The Hellblazer (Comics), Hellblazer & Related Fandoms, DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Arrow (TV 2012), Darkverse, Lucifer (TV), Lucifer (Comic)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Leonard Snart, John Constantine, Barry Allen, Lucifer Morningstar

Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, John Constantine/Lucifer Morningstar, John Constantine/Leonard Snart, Leonard Snart/John Constantine, Leonard Snart/John Constantine/Lucifer Morningstar, Leonard Snart/Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: ColdBlazer, ColdBlazer Week, Evil Twins, Darkverse - Freeform, Magic Slavery, Devil You know, Chaining Up the Devil, Sex on an altar, Sex Magic, Chaos Magic, Talk of Rape, Sexual Negotiations

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2rrbKQ7

[tigstripe]

In this house, we are “Legends deserve to be happy, end of sentence” trash.

In this house we are steelwave AND steelhacker trash.

Also I'm dying at how the shorter poster with the title and Mick higher up makes it look like Nate has absolutely no concept of personal space. Zari at the side like "I am looking AWAY."

Nate and Zari have Wicksty! And the explosion and the way they're positioned kind of form heart shapes.

[kleptoandpyro]

For Six Sentence Sunday. Ship: Coldstantine. First Sentence: In his line of business, John constantly gets into messy situations with the law, although it's not his first time, he somehow managed to end up in a cell.

A shared cell this time, he realises - only when he eventually stops spitting bile at the cop on the other side of the bars long enough to notice - with a few sweaty bikers, a passed out meth-head and another man; a man that John immediately thinks looks fairly out of place in this dingy holding cell with his clean, stylish clothes, deceptively youthful and very, very - damn near ethereally -  handsome features and eyes so intent and fixated ahead like the secrets of the world are written in cursive on the wall in front of him; a picture of sophistication like the types that model cologne on airplane magazines yet lounging devil-may-care with an indifference that speaks of someone who doesn’t expect to be there for much longer; and then John comes smack dab into a realisation, one that has him letting go of the bars and feeling more like his default of cosmic plaything.

He chuckles sardonically and begins rummaging for a cigarette, full in the knowledge that Hells Angel 1 and 2 are going to think he’s best mates with the guy twitching on the bench for what he’s about to do but he’s already past caring as he approaches the man and sighs, “Why don’t we just cut to the chase and you tell me why you were sent down ‘ere, and don’t say to get my bail or you might give me the impression that someone up High actually cares, and God forbid an Angel does something angelic when I’m involved.”

Despite the stillness of his form, Handsome snaps his head towards him almost immediately and John gets a sub-second look at two high cheekbones, a perfectly shaped widow’s peak and a pair of quite untrustworthy blue eyes, and he’s so focussed on how the colour of them is actually quite a normal looking blue rather than the supernatural blue he was expecting, that he almost misses the, “If that’s a variant of ‘Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven’ then allow me to be the guy that urges you to update your cheesy pick up line catalogue,” drawling back at him.

If there’s something that John hates more than being wrong it’s being unsure, and the longer he peers at the guy - going back to his wall-vigil - the more the feeling builds and he takes a seat under the window, fiddling with a bent cigarette, thinking whether or not to press on or backpedal before clumsily deciding on, “So, what got you in ‘ere then, mystery man, if not a fall.”

But when the door to the precinct dings and the cop tentatively abandons his post with a confused expression to get it, the guy merely glances at his watch, smiles devilishly and moves to the padlock with three long strides pulling out something from his pocket along the way, answering, “It’s not what gets you in,” and the lock is picked in impressive time, “it’s what gets you out,” and John thinks, as he watches Handsome walk through the bars with a teasing smirk before disappearing round a corner, is that maybe Someone is looking out for him, before raising an eyebrow, placing the bent cigarette in his mouth and taking after him.

If anyone wants me to continue any ficlets, let me know!

[letzoespoilyou]

Legends literally can’t introduce a new character without me wanting to ship it!

Ok I know Atomwave is my OTP and its endgame but there are other ships that I don’t mind and then there are ships that just keep popping up cause everyone in this show has so much chemistry!

Like Sara and Ava just went canon after me shipping it so you know there is hope for anything in this show. I mean I told myself that there was no way Sara and Constantine wouldn’t  bang in their ep.

Contantine turns up and I’m like ok yes, AtomBlazer and then thought just cuase they are british and attached to their coats TimeBlazer would be a good pairing and if Leo was single ColdBlazer.

I also think Zari has a great frinship with Ray and Amaya so Zamaya and whatever the ray/zari ship could be a thing. Then I loved Zari and Gideon and was like damn it I’m shipping Zari with the ship, what would that pairing be called Zadieon?

Then Wally spends one ep with Rip and I’m like ship aquaried, TimeWest maybe or TimeKid? I don’t know but look forward to more of them hanging out and seeing Wally hang out with “his man” Nate, SteelWest, KidSteel?

I have loads of friendship pairings like Mixen and WhiteAtom and SteelAtom as well but damn this show has a pairing for everyone and ever taste its insane!

[spregulusx-blog]

(Richard Dallas Dennevan)

[kleptoandpyro]

My pleasure. Always happy to fire a headcanonball from my headcanon

*slams hands on the table*. So, Coldstantine/Coldblazer hcs: Whenever Len and John get even remotely close to one another they pickpocket eachother and it turns into an ongoing challenge with harder and harder rounds. Len using false pockets, John using magic to conceal his wallet, putting things down their pants instead, planting false wallets etc. And neither will back down ;)

bRUH, i can't even... this sounds so perfect, sksksksksksk. I can SEE it, these idiots trying to get their wallets, only to not succeed... it’s a thing in some alternate universe, no one can tell me otherwise™.

this is a battle that they won’t stop, ‘til they get what they want!! lmaooo 🤣🤣🤣

thanks for bothering my inbox, kelp!!!

[notsalony]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014), DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Constantine (TV), Hellblazer, Hellblazer & Related Fandoms, Constantine: The Hellblazer (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Leonard Snart/John Constantine, Leonard Snart/OMC, John Constantine/Gary Green, John Constantine/Gary Green/Leonard Snart Characters: Leonard Snart, John Constantine, OMC, Gary Green Additional Tags: ColdBlazer, ColdBlazer Week, Ghosts and Chains, Abuse, h/c, Hurt/Comfort, bad dom, Sub!Len, Rape, non con, Exorcism, Magic!John, Verse!Gary, Verse!John Summary:

Len had exactly one abusive ex, so he was glad when he read in the paper that his ex had finally died. He’d felt himself breath easier for the first time in years… only for that peace to be torn away.