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holycafe · 4 years

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For the Meta asks for writers: 3, 5,6, 8, 23, 24

[Part 1 of 2]

I answered 6 (What character do you have the most fun writing?) on a different ask here. But let’s take a crack at the others.

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3 – What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Len leant back in his chair and smirked directly at the detective standing on the other side of the reflective glass. Just one of his little… party tricks. He couldn’t see the man behind the glass, but he could sense his heat signature. If he concentrated hard enough, then he could visualise the shape of the man behind the wall, in a way similar to that of infrared vision, only stronger. Len felt like laughing as he noticed the detective’s body temperature rise a few degrees: it appeared as though Len had succeeded in angering the man.

After another moment, Len averted his eyes back to his handcuffs. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he had found himself handcuffed to a table in a CCPD interrogation room. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time this month. Len knew the procedure; he knew that they were just trying to make him sweat in here.

Literally.

Over the eleven months, Len had subtly leaked the information that Captain Cold kept his crime scenes so frosty because the heat made him weak. It seemed the police had gotten hold of this info now, seeing as the temperature in the interrogation room had been slowly and steadily increasing for the past fifty-eight minutes.

Fortunately for Len, the information was fake; just one of the misnomers he’d created and fed to the public so that when situations like this occurred, Len could steer the heat off of himself.

Because no one knew that Leonard Snart was Captain Cold, and Len liked it that way.

Len waited for the room to reach a temperature that any normal human would feel uncomfortable sitting in. Then he waited some more before eventually reaching for the glass of water they’d left for him, the metal of his handcuffs clanging loudly against the table as he moved. He took a drink and then sighed, tapping his nails against the glass between sips, becoming bored.

Eventually, the door opened. The man who had been standing behind the one-way mirror walked in, and Len was not at all surprised to find out that it was Detective West.

“This is becoming a pattern, Detective,” Len drawled, making eye contact with the man.

“You mean you committing crimes and me bringing you in for them?”

“And never charging me,” Len pointed out. “Do you know why that is, Detective West?”

“Because you’re a snake.”

Len shook his head. “Because I’m innocent,” he said, sitting forward and clasping his hands together. “And this is beginning to feel like harassment.”

“You’re guilty,” West snarled, slamming his fist down against the table, making the chain that linked Len’s handcuffs rattled momentarily. Len didn’t flinch, he just stared coolly back at the detective.

“So you say,” he replied, shrugging. “But, as fun as this is, I’d like to go home now. So, call my lawyer.”

West stared Len down, wordlessly, for several more seconds before turning around and leaving the room, slamming the door shut as he went. Len sighed and sat back; they had nothing on him. They never did.

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Barry watched from across the bullpen as Joe was forced to release the man in the interrogation room. The man was without a doubt attractive, but that villainous smirk that he directed Joe’s way only made Barry’s blood run cold. Barry crept closer and caught the end of their conversation.”

“Better luck next time,” the man said, sounding self-assured and cocky.

“Sooner or later,” Joe said, pissed. “You’re going to slip up, Snart, and I’ll be the one to put you away for good.”

“Don’t count on it,” the man – Snart – drawled before turning to leave. Joe watched him go like a hawk, as though Snart was about to draw out a gun and start firing. Or, if the rumours were true, freezing people with little more than a flick of the wrist.

“So…” Barry said once the doors to the elevator had closed, officially separating them from Snart. “That’s Captain Cold?” Joe looked at Barry for only a second before turning to leave.

“That’s none of your concern,” he said, quickly brushing Barry away. “I told you, I don’t want you involved in this.”

“It’s my job,” Barry scoffed, following his foster father away. “You can’t protect me forever.”

“I can, and I will,” Joe insisted, pausing at his desk to dig through some files. He soon turned towards the staircase. “And you deal with human cases, Barr, not metas. So, this is not your job.”

“It is now,” Barry said quickly before he lost the nerve. Joe stopped what he was doing, one hand on the staircase bannister, finally turning back to look at Barry. “I… I put a request in to be transferred to the metahuman task force,” he said. “Singh approved it this morning.”

“I kept you out of this for a reason!” Joe said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Metahumans aren’t like your everyday criminal. They’re dangerous.”

“Which is exactly why I need to help put them away,” Barry said, standing up tall and defiant. “You can’t keep me out of this, Joe. I’m not a little kid anymore, and –”

“You’re my kid,” Joe interrupted, his voice rough. He sounded angry… and scared. Barry touched his foster father’s arm and smiled reassuringly.

“I’ll be safe,” he promised. “I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

“You’d better not.” Joe sighed, rubbing at his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Silently, he moved back towards the noisy bullpen to sit at his desk, nodding for Barry to follow. Joe pulled a second file out of his drawer, handing it to Barry. The name ‘Leonard Snart’ was printed neatly on the front.

Barry opened the file to see a mugshot of the very same man that Joe’d had in interrogation all day.

“Captain Cold,” Barry whispered to himself, and Joe nodded.

“That’s the theory,” he said, “but proving it is another matter. So far, I’ve come up empty. I thought I had him today… but the evidence was circumstantial, and he passed the heat test.”

The heat test…

Everyone in Central knew that Captain Cold couldn’t stand the heat. He became weak, started misting uncontrollably, and sometimes even collapsed entirely into his water form when his environment wasn’t cold enough to sustain him.

If Snart had passed the test…

“So, he’s not Captain Cold?” Barry asked, but Joe shook his head.

“Oh, he is,” he insisted. “He must have just found some way around it.” Barry nodded, trusting Joe’s instincts here. He stared down at the mugshot on file, thinking back to Snart’s cold smile and provoking words…

They were going to catch this man.

Barry was going to catch him, and then Joe would finally have to start treating him as more than the broken child he used to be.

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So, this little snippet was something I came up with last year, but I unfortunately only have the beginning and nothing of the following plot – except that, maybe, Barry would continue on to do something stupid like try to follow Len – so, if you read this and feel inspired to carry it on, then please do! I’ll be excited to read what you make of it! Or, alternatively, if you have any suggestions for how I might continue this fic then you can always drop me a message and I’ll take a look :)

Okay, now the rest of the questions I’ll be answering in a second post – which you can find here!

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holycafe · 5 years

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Deja Vu

Coldflash Week Fall 2019: Different First Meeting

When the Oculus blew, Len didn’t die. Instead, he woke back up in the body of his past self on the night before his first ever run-in with the Flash. Now Len has a chance to do it all over again; what changes would he make this time around?

(I have a lot of edits and fics for this ship as well as destiel, sterek, etc. My masterposts can be found here. If you’re on a desktop site then you can just jump on over to my page to view the rest of my coldflash edits.)

A full fanfic for this will be on the way soon (hopefully), but please accept the following couple of extracts in the meantime and, if you feel inspired by this post, feel free to run with it yourself! I only ask that you give me credit for the idea.

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The taste of Sara's lips lingered on his tongue. Len hoped she'd gotten away. He hoped they all had. His team. He'd never been much of a team player in the past, but that was before he'd joined the Legends. And look where it had left him: holding onto a device that was set to blow at any second.

All things considered, Len supposed this was a good way to go. He wondered what Barry would think of him now. What would the Flash say once he learnt that Len had died a hero? Would Barry mourn him? Maybe. He was a god damn bleeding heart if ever Len had known one.

When the Time Masters surrounded him, Len had time for one last line. One last snarky comment. He'd make sure it was a good one.

"No strings on me," Len said, and he closed his eyes to the blinding light filling the room.

His last thought was of Lisa.

He supposed he should have expected that... his sister had always loved that damn film and insisted on watching it with him every birthday. Though he'd missed it last year, having been recently arrested for killing their father, so she'd had to come to visit him in prison instead. Lisa forgave Len that though, saying Lewis Snart's death was a better present than she could have asked for and more than made up for one skipped birthday. She'd made him promise not to miss her next one, though... it seemed like Len was going to be breaking that promise. He supposed she'd have to find someone else to carry on that tradition with her from now on. Maybe it would be Cisco? He was a good guy, and it was obvious to Len just how much the two cared for each other. If it wasn’t Cisco, though, Len just had to hope it wasn’t Rosa either; she’d messed with Lisa’s heart too much already.

But, whoever it was, they had better take good care of his little sister or Len would come back to personally haunt their ass.

No strings on me.

No strings on me…

"There are no strings on me!"

Len sat forward with a jolt, panting heavily as his mind swam with mental whiplash. It took him far too long to blink away his confusion and recognise where he was.

"Lenny? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Lisa was asking, placing her hand on his back. He tried not to cringe away from her touch

"You have no strings, your arms is free, to love me by the Zuider Zee," the song continued.

"Yeah..." he said slowly, looking away from Pinocchio dancing away on the TV to Lisa. Slowly, he settled back down on his sister's sofa. "Yeah, I'm fine." His heart was racing, and he was still panting, but he was calming down again now. "Just a bad dream." But it had felt like so much more than that... it had felt real.

"You fell asleep while watching Pinocchio?" Lisa asked, looking thoroughly unimpressed. She really did love this film. "It's not even nine o'clock. And it's my birthday!"

"Sorry, Sis," Len shrugged. He didn't have much else to say. The longer his eyes were open, the more faded the dream felt. Of course, it hadn't been real... Len internally chided himself for even considering that a possibility. Speedsters and immortals and time travel? That stuff could never really exist! It had just been a dream. A very, very weird dream.

"You're getting old, Lenny," his sister teased, and Len rolled his eyes.

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The next morning, s Leonard and his team rode down the armoured van, Len could feel his heart racing in his chest. But he couldn’t let some dream interfere with his heist. He’d been planning it for months, and it was set to be the biggest haul of his career. He and all of his crew would be walking away with at least two mil’ each. He wasn’t about to bail out now.

So, Len continued on. However, he couldn’t help but throw glances over his shoulder as he dismounted his bike and grabbed the liquid nitrogen containers to bust open the door. And when the red blur did, in fact, come rushing to the rescue, Len didn’t hang around to check it out as he’d done in his dream. He jumped on his bike and got the hell out of dodge, mask still firmly in place.

Back at the safe house, Len’s mind was spinning. His dream… it couldn’t have been real. Could it? It wasn’t possible. But neither was the red blur which had interrupted his heist. Len stared at the screen, the surveillance footage he’d swiped from the van playing under his sharp gaze. It was exactly as Len had remembered it in his dream. Everything was happening in precisely the same way. The thought made Len’s stomach twist into knots. If the dream was real… then that meant that Len had only eighteen months left before he died.

But, what a hell of an eighteen months they would be: becoming Captain Cold, going up against the mob, getting rid of Lewis once and for all, travelling through time, and doing and taking whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Well, almost…

There was one thing that Len found himself wanting desperately. One person. Someone that Len would have never expected to fall for…

And Len supposed that that was it: that was how he could find out, once and for all, whether this dream of his was coming true or not. Len would have to track down Barry Allen. If he was real, then this whole thing, whatever it was, must be real too.

That was how he found himself inside CC Jitters the next morning, waiting on an impossible man.

His dream-self had done surveillance on Barry from the moment he’d squeezed the man’s name from Cisco’s lips. Months of monitoring his comings and goings. He’d learnt everything that he possibly could about Barry, stopping only once Len had found the young man getting cosy with a female cop and noticed the way his gut twisted with jealousy at the sight of the pair… But that wouldn’t be for another year yet.

In Len’s dream, the Flash had frequented this coffee shop day in and day out. So, if Len wanted to run into him, then this was the place to do it.

Len didn’t have long to wait before the door opened and in walked Barry Allen and Iris West. Iris patted her friend on the shoulder and moved behind the counter to put on an apron. But Len’s eyes were trained on Barry. He was dressed like a preschool teacher in a sweater vest and shirt with a pair of slim-fit jeans. It looked good on him, though Len would be surprised if he found anything that looked bad on this man.

The goody type didn’t usually do it for Len, but there was so much more to Barry than met the eye and thus, regardless, Len found his heart racing frantically against his chest. Though, maybe his reaction was less about seeing Barry again and more about the crushing realisation that his dream had been real.

Len couldn’t understand how that was possible. He’d dreamt about the future. But how? He wasn’t a meta… was he?

Barry was leaning on the counter now and talking to his friend. From this angle, Len could just about see the grin on the Flash’s face. One part of Len wanted to stay and watch this impossible man some more, but another part of him needed time to think things over. Getting up, Len shrugged his coat back on over his shoulders and made to leave the café. But then someone was tripping up and crashing into him.

Len stumbled, shooting a hand out to a nearby post, and steadying himself and the other man before they both went hurtling to the floor. He looked down to find Barry Allen’s big green eyes looking back up at him, the to-go cup he’d been holding slipping to the floor and spilling all over Len’s shoes. Though, Len realised he didn’t quite mind that. He could always buy a new pair.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” Barry said, pulling himself up. “I was backing up, and I wasn’t looking where I was going. And I… I’ll pay for your dry cleaning!” Barry continued. Len looked down at himself, seeing that some of the coffee had indeed also splattered against his new coat. Len didn’t mind that either. Barry twisted to grab his wallet from his jeans pocket, and Len realised he was still holding onto Barry’s shoulder; he quickly let go.

“They’re only clothes,” Len said. He sounded breathless. He was breathless. Len was working without a plan here, and he always had a plan. He hadn’t intended to meet Barry today, but now that he had… "Let me buy you another drink,” Len said, slipping into his drawl like putting on a good pair of gloves. He watched Barry closely and was happy to see a brush of colour sweep across the younger man’s cheeks.

"But, I was the one who bumped into you,” Barry protested, still holding his wallet as though he was going to insist on paying. Len placed his hand purposefully over Barry’s.

"Yeah, you were," Len said, smirking. He enjoyed the way that Barry grinned at him in return. Their relationship in the dream had been much more difficult. But this? This was easy. "You look like a caramel latte, kind of guy."

"How did you know?"

"Call it a hunch," Len shrugged. The truth was, he remembered it being Barry’s go-to drink in his dream. Though, his friends would often order a Flash for him as a joke. Len would have liked to make that same joke now, but that particular drink wasn’t on the menu… yet. “Also,” Len said, dipping down to pick the spilt disposable coffee cup up off the floor, "it's written on your cup."

"Oh, right," Barry laughed. Len, smirk still in place, stepped around the spill to toss the now-empty cup in the trash at the same time that Iris came over with a mop. Barry apologised to her, but she only gave Barry a not-so-subtle wink and nodded with her head for Barry to follow Len to the counter. Barry had turned an even brighter shade of red by this point.

Len ordered the man’s drink and then leant back against the counter, elbows propped up behind him and taking his time to slowly look Barry up and down.

“So, Barry, do you make a habit of running into people at coffee shops or am I just lucky?” Len drawled, and Barry scratched nervously at the back of his neck.

“Well, I try not to,” Barry laughed. “Not everyone’s as nice about it as you are,” he said, and Len almost burst out laughing. He didn’t think anyone had ever called him ‘nice’ before. “Wait, you know my name?” Barry asked. But he quickly shook his head and tapped his crown in a ‘duh’ gesture. “The coffee cup,” he said, answering his own question. “Though, now I’m at a disadvantage because I don’t know your name.”

“Hmm,” Len uttered. He leisurely looked Barry up and down one last time, drawing it out and enjoying how the younger man squirmed under his gaze. “I think we can rectify that,” Len said eventually, then he quickly pushed back off the counter and turned around to grab a napkin. He took a pen out of his coat pocket and scrawled his name and number down. By the time he was done, Barry’s order was ready, so he handed both the cup and napkin to the speedster at the same time. "You can run into me anytime, Barry," he winked and then sauntered out of the coffee shop before Barry could do anything more than blush.

#cffall19 #leonard snart #len x barry #barry allen #coldflash #lenarry #dc #my aus #pieprincesswritesdc #pieprincesswritescoldflash #pieprincesswritesfics

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holycafe · 4 years

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i wish you would write a fic where Len is a meta too and they accidentally swap powers for a day

“Snart!” Barry shouted, gaining the thief’s attention. Lazily, Snart turned to face him, smirk planted firmly on his lips.

“It looks like you’re getting slow, Flash,” Snart drawled back, and Barry glared at him. Normally, Barry enjoyed fighting against Captain Cold, enjoyed their casual banter loaded with Snart’s dramatic flair and puns. But today was not a normal day.

Barry was tired, and on-edge, and he just wanted his powers back, goddammit.

You see, last night started like any other: Barry was doing his thing, patrolling the streets, keeping Central City safe; he’d just finished saving an old couple from an apartment fire on Oak Street when he heard a man yelling for help. The guy was standing outside of the apartment building, looking panicked and irrational like he was about to run back inside the burning building. Barry sped forward, putting his hands out to stop the man before he’d even started moving.

But the second that Barry’s hand made contact with the guy’s arm, something happened. Barry wasn’t sure exactly what it was at the time, but he felt suddenly drained. Empty. He blinked at the man, unconsciously taking a step back from him. The guy turned to look back at Barry, a slow smirk growing on his face. Without warning, the guy punched Barry squarely in the jaw, knocking him down to the ground in one blow. Barry’s head swam for a moment, and by the time the dizziness had passed, the guy was running away, already halfway down the street.

Barry jumped to his feet and tried to run after him, but he couldn’t call on the speedforce. And that’s when Barry realised what was wrong. The guy, whoever he was, had stolen Barry’s powers!

Barry’s team had to come to pick him up, Caitlin becoming increasingly worried by Barry’s vitals. Apparently, the Flash suit was showing a significant drop in Barry’s core temperature. Though Barry didn’t feel cold…

The team didn’t figure out what was going on until after Barry was back at the labs and Cait was trying to draw some of his blood for tests, only for the needle to turn to ice in her hands the second it tried to pierce Barry’s skin. Somehow, Barry had lost his own powers and gained Snart’s instead.

After that, it was just a waiting game.

But they didn’t need to wait for long. Snart hadn’t even given it a full 24 hours before donning his parka and racing around the city. The guy hit casinos, shipping yards, and art exhibits alike; no place was safe from Captain Cold with super speed. It wasn’t until Snart broke into a bank, clearing out only one safety deposit box in the entire safe, before Barry’s team discovered a pattern to Snart’s crime spree: he was robbing the Santini family blind, going after anything and everything they owned. He was clearly working down a list of locations, hitting the biggest places first so as to make the largest dent in the Santini stronghold.

Once they’d figured out the pattern, Barry found out what the next biggest place to hit would be, and that was how he found himself staking out a jewellery store and cornering the supervillain before Snart would have the chance to escape with his loot.

“Game’s up,” Barry called. “Now, are you going to give me my powers back willingly, or am I going to have to take them with force?” Barry asked, willing the cold energy in his veins to activate in preparation, his hands misting.

“Tell you what,” Snart drawled. “If you win, I’ll cooperate,” he said. “But if I win, you’ll let me go on my merry way.”

“-Careful, Barry,-” Cisco warned over the comms, “-You don’t have enough control over your powers to fight Cold yet.-”

But what other choice did Barry have?

“Deal,” Barry said, turning his comms off so that he didn’t have to listen to his team’s protests, and Snart smirked in reply.

There was a moment of complete stillness between them, where they only looked at one another, seeing who would make the first move.

Then Snart was running. Barry threw his hands up and felt the heat drain from the room, slowing Snart down. But not slow enough for Barry to be able to land a punch. Snart skidded past Barry, laughing.

Barry spun around and sent a blast of cold energy Snart’s way, enough to blow out the windows of the store and leave them singed white with frost, but Snart was able to dodge the blast without issue.

Snart ran directly at Barry then, Barry prepared his body for the blow he was sure to receive, not fast enough to duck out of the way. But Snart dodged around Barry at the last second, his lightning trail skimming against Barry’s skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Barry spun around again, trying to keep Snart in front of him at all times. He couldn’t leave his back open for attack. But Snart was moving again, Barry only managing to catch a glimpse of his lightning. Barry spun around as fast as he could, frantically trying to keep his eyes trained on his opponent. But Snart was too fast, managing to stay ahead of Barry at every turn, and Barry was quickly becoming dizzy as the world around him dissolved into blurs of colour and flashes of lightning.

The sound of Snart’s laughter filled the air.

Barry shot ice down at the floor, hoping Snart would lose his footing on it as Barry had done so many times before. But Snart was able to dodge the glistening patch of ice without issue.

He ran past Barry again, this time coming to a stop.

When Barry’s eyes finally focused on him, he saw sparks licking at Snart’s boots, the fur of his parka alight with dull embers.

“Let me put that out for you,” Barry said, aiming another blast Snart’s way. But Snart managed to dodge it as he had all of the others, his parka left discarded on the floor. This time when Snart ran past Barry, so close that Barry felt a spark of electricity where their shoulders brushed, Snart slowed down just enough to whisper into Barry’s ear.

“Too slow,” Snart taunted.

When Barry turned around, Leonard was standing there and grinning. Barry hesitated before making his next move, distracted by the vision of Snart without his parka. He looked naked without it, bare and open. Barry’s eyes skimmed down Leonard’s body, a feeling in his gut twisting not-uncomfortably which only amplified ten-fold when Leonard winked at him.

But then Snart was running again, and Barry got his mind back in the game as it continued, whirling back and forth trying to catch the temporary-speedster off guard while Snart became nothing but a blur.

Barry stopped spinning around as he began to feel lightheaded again. The store was covered in so much ice, the temperature dropped so low, that it must have been affecting Snart’s speed. But, still, Barry could not keep up.

He closed his eyes for a second to keep the world from spinning, inhaling deeply and focusing on the heat inside the room, trying to draw out more and more of it. That was when he realised that Snart’s speed was giving off its own type of heat.

Barry concentrated on it, feeling the power it gave off, the energy brimming under the surface. He could feel it now against his skin, the heat radiating from the speedforce. He could feel the movement of it around the room, zipping back and forth and narrowly dodging the patches of ice.

Barry opened his eyes and lifted his left hand to fire another cold energy blast, directing it to where he knew Snart would be.

It hit him on the shoulder and sent him flying backwards and into the wall behind.

Barry winced, knowing exactly what it felt like to be hit like that with these powers. Snart groaned, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling above. Barry moved forward, standing above Snart and preparing himself in case the man tried something else. But Snart just grinned up at him and raised his hand for Barry to grab, which he did, helping Snart back up onto his feet.

“Not bad,” Snart huffed.

“Not bad?” Barry rolled his eyes. “I knocked you onto your ass.”

“Yeah, but I could have taken you out about 20 times over,” Snart said, smirking.

“Yeah, sure. Then why didn’t you?”

Snart paused before answering, shrugging. When he did speak, his voice was much quieter than earlier.

“Maybe I want my powers back too,” he admitted, and Barry could believe that. His own powers had become like a second skin to him, and it didn’t feel right to be without them. “Don’t get me wrong, Kid,” Snart continued, his voice more playful again. “I enjoyed taking yours out for a test run. But it’s just not the same.”

Barry opened his mouth to speak again, but the sound of sirens got his attention first. He hadn’t paid much thought about the police until just now, but their fight must have set off a few alarms or at least alerted the neighbours to what was going on. The cops were on their way, and Barry needed to make sure that neither himself nor Snart was still here when they arrived.

Snart must have had the same idea because he started smirking.

“Hold on tight,” he drawled, and then Barry felt his feet being pulled out from underneath him followed by a sensation similar to that of falling, only more controlled than that, while the world blurred around him.

A second later and Barry’s feet hit the ground again. He stumbled and looked around, trying to place his surroundings as the world slowly stopped spinning. Barry didn’t know why, but he’d always assumed that being carried at super speed would feel the exact same way as running in it. But it wasn’t. It was so vastly different that Barry needed a few seconds before his brain could catch up. He was standing in a warehouse now, and Snart was beside him, smirking.

Barry huffed out a breath, trying not to show how the short run had affected him while moving his hand up to his face as he began to remove the cowl from his head. But Snart’s hand was holding Barry’s wrist back instantly, preventing him from moving. He could feel sparks of electricity coming off of Snart’s skin even through the fabric of the Flash suit, and Barry felt his breath catch at it. It wasn’t a painful sensation. Just… odd. Unexpected.

Barry met Snart’s eyes, and Snart released Barry’s wrist again, taking a step back.

“I wouldn’t do that just yet, Scarlet,” Snart warned, his voice low. Then he looked over his shoulder, Barry followed his gaze to find Lisa Snart leaning against a doorway. “Bring him in,” Snart called to his sister, and then Lisa nodded and disappeared, arriving back into the large warehouse floor seconds later with Mick Rory who was dragging a guy in by the scuff of his jacket collar. The guy was bound at the wrists and had a gag tied around his mouth to keep him from speaking.

It was the same guy who Barry had seen outside the apartment building last night, the meta who had somehow stolen Barry’s powers.

Barry turned back to Snart, a question in his eyes.

“He ran into me, quite literally, last night on the corner of 5th and Oak. After that, I realised I didn’t have my powers. But I did have yours,” Snart explained and then shrugged. “Didn’t take me long to get the truth out of him. Seems he’d stolen your speed and planned to sell it on to the highest bidder.” Barry turned to look at the guy again, noticing the bruising along his jaw which certainly hadn’t been there the first time the two had met. “Luckily for you, I got them instead,” Snart drawled.

Barry considered that statement and nodded. As strange as it was to admit, Barry really was lucky that Snart was the one who’d been given Barry’s powers. He shuddered to think what someone with more nefarious plans would have done with super speed and no Flash to stop them…

“Can we get this over with?” Mick grumbled, pushing the meta he was escorting to the floor at Barry’s feet.

“Sorry, Flash,” Lisa drawled. “Mickey here’s just a little grumpy that he missed out on getting meta powers again.” She laughed and then eyed Barry dangerously. “And he’s not the only one.” She said that last part so quietly that Barry almost didn’t hear it. But he did, and he got chills from Lisa’s stare. Barry got the feeling that, if it were up to her, she would be the one leaving here with super speed. It made Barry tense.

But Snart had given Barry his word that they would cooperate and, despite everything that had happened between them over the years, Barry trusted him.

Snart brushed past Barry, lifting the meta up from his knees and producing a knife to cut the guy’s binds. The guy instantly pulled the gag out of his mouth and sucked in a deep breath of clean air.

“Are you going to play nice?” Snart drawled, and the guy nodded. Barry thought he had an idea about how he’d got that bruise on his jaw… “Good,” Snart smirked, pleased. “Switch us back.”

The guy lunged for Barry’s arm instantly, eager to obey, and Barry felt the speed force return to him, filling him up and making him complete once more. Barry tested it by vibrating one of his gloved hands and sighed in relief as his powers were quick to comply. Barry looked to Snart, seeing the man’s eyes glowing that unearthly blue which they sometimes did when he used his powers. Snart grinned wickedly and the glow faded.

Lisa threw a pair of metahuman handcuffs Barry’s way, and Barry snatched them up in mid-air, lightning-fast. Barry dropped down to attach the power dampeners to the meta’s wrists as the three Rogues in the room turned to leave without another word. But there was one question still on Barry’s mind which he needed answering, so he flashed forward, dropping his hand on Snart’s shoulder to stall him before he could leave.

Lisa and Mick turned back, alerted by the sudden static in the room which Barry’s speed produced. Snart looked at Barry for a moment before turning back to his crew, nodding to let them know everything was fine and they could leave. They did.

Barry waited until they were out of the room, then he dropped his voice low enough that the meta handcuffed a few feet away couldn’t hear him before he spoke.

“Why did you really agree to switch back?” He asked, knowing that Snart could have got a lot of use out of Barry’s powers if he’d kept them for just another day or two. Based on his actions of the last few hours, he could have single-handedly kicked the Santini crime family out of Central City and taken control for himself.

But he instead let Barry win.

Snart looked at him, his blue eyes staring deep into Barry’s soul before he finally answered.

“The city needs its hero,” Snart said, his voice unfiltered and vulnerable, more real than Barry had ever heard it before. And there was something about the way he said it, the way he looked at Barry, the way he stood crowded so close to Barry’s body…

Barry swallowed thickly as something bubbled in his chest, and Snart’s eyes dropped to his lips. There was an electricity between them, a tension which Barry had felt countless times before but never acted on. But now, with Leonard’s words ringing in Barry’s ears, with the meaning behind those words singing in his chest, Barry wanted to act. He wanted to surge forward and capture Leonard’s lips with his own, wrapping his arms around his body and pulling him flush against Barry. He wanted to see what noises he could draw out of Snart’s mouth, feel Snart’s skin against his own, bite, and taste, and bury himself inside Leonard’s embrace.

Barry began to lean forward, his heart racing.

But then Snart’s eyes snapped up, the icy blue making Barry freeze, locking him there so close and yet so far. Leonard’s eyes flickered over Barry’s shoulder, reminding him that they weren’t alone in the warehouse and that the metahuman that had swapped their powers was still here.

“We’ll pick this up later,” Snart drawled, and Barry nodded, breathless. They stayed in each other’s space for a moment longer before Barry finally got the strength to move back.

Soon, he thought, watching Snart hesitate before he turned and walked out of the warehouse.

‘Later’ couldn’t come quick enough…

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Coldflash Week Fall 2019: Sugar Daddy / Identity Reveal / Different 1st Meeting

I have a lot of edits and fics for this ship as well as destiel, sterek, etc. My masterposts can be found here. If you’re on a desktop site then you can just jump on over to my page to view the rest of my coldflash edits.

I’ve had this idea for about a year or so and have officially decided that I will never get around to writing it, so consider this a writing prompt. If you feel inspired to carry the story on then be my guest but please give credit!

Summary: The name Snart was well-known in the criminal underworld: everyone who was anyone knew the man behind the name as an infamous thief who liked to push the buttons of even the most feared criminals and somehow managed to dodge the police at every turn. But in private, Len preferred the name Miller. Leonard Snart was a cold-hearted crook who would kill anyone who got in his way. But Leonard Miller was the suave businessman who had fallen in love with Barry Allen.

In Len’s defence, he hadn’t known that Barry was a newly hired CSI, nor that his foster father was the very same Detective that had been hunting Len for the past ten years, when he took Barry home that first night. But maybe, just maybe, Barry was worth the risk.

AKA, just another pre-canon AU where Len and Barry were dating before the particle accelerator explosion.

“Here,” Len said, taking a credit card out of his wallet and handing it to Barry. “Buy yourself something pretty,” he laughed, and Barry frowned at him.

“I don’t need a sugar daddy, Len,” he muttered, sounding offended, and Len sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have joked about such a sensitive issue.

“I know that. But you just said yourself that you’re in debt. And I have more money than I know what to do with,” Len elaborated, sure that Barry couldn’t know just how true that statement was. “If I’m not spending it on myself, then is it really so bad if I spend a little on my boyfriend?” He drawled and pushed the card into Barry’s hands. Barry frowned down at it for a second, seeming conflicted, then his brow furrowed even deeper as he looked up at Len.

“This says Leonard Snart,” Barry stated, though it sounded more like a question. For a moment, Len didn’t understand what the issue was. But then he realised his mistake. Barry knew him as Leonard Miller.

“Snart… is my real name,” Len carefully admitted, trying his best not to close his face off, and Barry looked very sad all of a sudden.

“You gave me a fake name? Barry asked slowly, and Len resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall: how could he have been so stupid? “Why?” He asked. Before Len could give an answer, Barry was talking again. Rambling uncomfortably and taking a step back. “People don’t just give out fake names for no reason. You don’t just tell your boyfriend a false name unless you’re hiding something.

“Oh, God. Oh God, you’re married, aren’t you?” Barry continued, getting a little frantic. “I knew this was too good to be true. I’m the other woman, aren’t I? Oh God, I can’t believe-”

“Barry,” Len cut him off as he saw the younger man working himself up. “Number one, I’m not married. Nor have I ever been,” he insisted. Barry was looking at him with those big sad puppy eyes of his, and it made Len’s heart twinge. How had he fallen so hard for this man? “And two, you’re not a woman,” he teased.

“It’s a figure of speech, Len!” Barry all but shouted. But then his fretting turned into something calmer, something more assessing, something that maybe worried Len. “Then, why?” Barry asked. “Because, if you’re not married, then the only other reason I can think of is,” that he’s a criminal. Len didn’t let Barry say the words aloud. He didn’t want to have to lie and deny them; he knew they weren’t ready for that particular conversation just yet. So, instead, Len admitted something that he hadn’t actually talked about to anyone other than Lisa in over 20 years.

“I didn’t have a happy childhood,” Len said. He paused, his eyes trained on Barry’s face as he watched the young CSI piece together Len’s meaning. “My mum died when I was young and my Dad… he wasn’t exactly the loving type.” Len watched as Barry’s eyes flicked down to the scar on Len’s chest, currently covered by both tattoo and clothes. “When he finally went to jail, I started going by Miller. It’s my mother’s maiden name. I just never got around to legally changing it.”

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Coldflash Week Fall 2019: Len’s Oculus Powers. AKA the Bad Wolf AU

Yet another fic idea that I’ve been meaning to write for years. If you feel inspired then, by all means, feel free to write it out! Just please give me credit for the idea (or, at the very least, credit Dr Who since this is based on Rose Tyler as Bad Wolf). PS, please forgive me my shoddy editing skills. I was in a bit of a rush.

“What can we do?” Mick asked, and Rip shook his head.

“Nothing. The human body isn’t designed to absorb all the information of the timestream.”

“So, that’s it, then?” Sara asked, indignant. “Leonard’s going to just die again? We’ve only just got him back!”

“What about a speedster?” Barry asked, and all eyes turned to him. “I have the speed force running through me, how much different could this be?” He asked. “Is there any way for me to, I don’t know, absorb it from him?”

“It’s… possible,” Rip said after a momentary pause. “Though, speedster or not, you are still human. It may not be any safer for you than it is for Mr Snart.”

“It’s not worth it, Bear,” Joe was saying instantly. But Barry shook his head; he had to try.

So, that was how, ten minutes later, Barry found himself standing in front of Leonard Snart. Leonard’s eyes were glowing an unearthly blue as they tracked Barry’s movement. He was silent and emotionless. Though, not the put-upon mask that he often wore to keep people at bay. His face was just… blank. Barry wondered, not for the first time, if Snart was even in there or not.

“It’s okay, Leonard,” Barry said softly, stepping up to Snart until they were only a mere foot apart. He cast a look back over his shoulder at his friends, feeling nervous about what he had to do.

When he looked back to Snart, the older man was still just standing there silently. And, Barry didn’t know whether that made things easier or more difficult. Because, according to Rip, there was only one sure-fire way for Barry to absorb the remnants of the timestream which clung on in Snart’s body, and that was through open connect. Specifically, a kiss.

“I’m going to make it all okay. Just… don’t punch me, alright?” He laughed humourlessly. Then, before he could overthink this, Barry took that last step and crashed their lips together. For a moment, nothing happened. And then everything happened.

Barry saw it all. Every moment that ever was, every moment that ever would be, everything that could be, and everything that had never come to pass. He saw it all. It was like running through the speed force, except it was a million times bigger and in a fraction of the time. He saw hatred, war, peace, love. So much love.

He saw Iris, Felicity, Caitlin, Cisco, Joe, Leonard… no, Len. He preferred Len. Barry could see it now, everything that Len had been through, everything that had ever happened which had made Len who he was. The good and the bad. And there was a lot of bad. So much that Barry wanted to hold him tight and never let him go again.

And, oddly enough, Barry saw this moment. It was like an out-of-body experience, watching himself kiss Leonard Snart in the middle of the lab and with all of his friends watching. It started innocent enough, a quick peck, but then Len lifted his hands to cup Barry’s jaw, and it deepened. Barry could feel Len’s rough hands against the skin of his cheek, and he watched the scene play out as though he was watching it on TV rather than being an active participant. He felt his tongue slip inside Len’s mouth, though he didn’t remember making the conscious thought to do so.

A second passed, and then Sara let out a rowdy hoot behind them, and Mick began laughing so hard that he nearly fell to the floor, Joe started face palming and shaking his head, while pretty much everyone else just uncomfortably averted their gaze. Barry realised he probably should have been embarrassed, but he was so caught up in everything – in Len, in them, in memories and futures, in life itself – that he just didn’t feel it.

But soon it became overpowering.

Barry’s head began to buzz painfully, his eyes hurt as though he was straining to see everything, his mouth began to feel numb. He stumbled back from the kiss, and the second that the connection between himself and Len broke, Len’s body slumped, and he fell to the floor. Barry tried to catch him, but his vision was swimming now, and his limbs felt heavy. He heard someone shout his name behind him. He heard it echo through his head as it happened again and again and again in countless timelines.

And then everything went black.

When Barry came to again, a few days had passed. He was lying in a make-shift hospital bed in one of the smaller labs at STAR, and both Cisco and Caitlin were hovering around him expectantly and asking him relentless questions. At first, Barry didn’t really remember what had happened. But soon, it all came flooding back to him. Well, not all of it. He struggled to remember most of what he’d seen while connected to the timestream, which had apparently faded from his body due to his accelerated healing factor. But, the memory of Len’s tongue dancing against his own was all too real.

“Where’s, erm…” Len. Just thinking his name made Barry’s heart beat a little faster and he was forever glad that Cait had already unhooked him from the heart rate monitor.

“Your boyfriend’s over there,” Cisco joked, and Barry blushed. He was about to stutter out some sort of excuse when he glanced over to where Cisco had been pointing and found Len lying in a hospital bed identical to Barry’s, connected to an IV drip and various machines.

The words died on Barry’s tongue as he abruptly stood up and flashed over to Len’s side without really thinking about it. His reaction must have been a surprise to Cisco because the other man’s smile was already dropping from his lips.

“Is he okay?” Barry asked, and Caitlin nodded.

“He’s not deteriorating anymore. He’s actually been healing. On a cellular level, he’s fine,” she said.

“But?” Barry asked, seeing the hesitation on her face.

“But… we don’t know how long he’s going to be out for. Or, if he ever will wake up.”

Barry shook his head. He didn’t go through all of that just for Len to get stuck in a coma for the rest of his life. Barry couldn’t accept that. He wouldn’t.

Barry didn’t know whether it would work, but he’d done it once before with Jesse. He reached forward, his fingers crackling with electricity, and he took Len’s hand in his own. The second their skin made contact, Len was gasping and bolting upright in his bed. Wordlessly, Len looked at Barry, his blue eyes lacking the unnatural glow they’d had before, as Caitlin scrambled forward to check him over.

Barry tried to take his hand back and give his friend more room to work, but Len grabbed him tighter and refused to let go. Barry let out a shaky laugh and smiled as he took in the unfiltered emotions covering Len’s face. He looked as though he was in absolute awe of Barry, and it made Barry blush.

“Well, if it isn’t my Scarlet Speedster,” Len said, his voice sounded dry from disuse, but it made Barry’s heart flutter all the same. “You owe me a real kiss.”

“Please don’t,” Cisco muttered. “I’ve seen enough of that particular show for one week.”

“Then look away,” Len drawled, tugging sharply on Barry’s hand until he stumbled forwards and into Len’s arms. Barry was smiling as their lips met. He couldn’t help it. It was a messy kiss, and there was a little bit too much teeth involved, but neither Len nor Barry could care about that.

As far as Barry was concerned, it was perfect because it was with Len.

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