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

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

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Coldflash Week 2019 Day Two, Identity Reveal

I know probably lot of people already done this but it’s something I’ve alw wanted to draw.... haha. (if you don’t get the reference, it's abt wentworth miller's cryptic "prison break" tattoo that hides prison blueprint and escape plan)

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Coldflash Week 2019 Day One, Different First Meeting AU

I can only think of they already meet at the bank! both of them is here to do “bank business”... but len is here to recon before the BIG SCORE I guess.

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Coldflash Week 2019  Day Five, Sugar Daddy AU

deep pockets barry? he better keep that money somewhere safe....

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Coldflash Week 2019 Day Six, Horror AU (BuzzFeed Unsolved AU?)

the ghoul hunting boys! barry (occupation: CSI) would lost his shit when he saw some unintended scribble of his (lame) name on the wall.

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Coldflash Week 2019 Day Seven, Free For All (Earth-2! AU)

based off my friend @maxine-kiy900 's Earth-2! coldflash AU. I loved her take on of mayor and CSI barry! so I decided to draw her idea for my cffall19 finale.

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Our Fall Coldflash Week 2019 September 26, Day Five, Sugar Daddy AU

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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…

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.

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Our Fall Coldflash Week 2019

September 23, Day Two, Identity Reveal 

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Our Fall Coldflash Week 2019

September 27, Day Six, Horror AU: The Nightmare before Christmas 

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Our Fall Coldflash Week 2019

September 24, Day Three, Len’s Oculus Powers

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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.

(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.)

“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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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 2019 Day Three, Len’s Oculus Powers Coldflash Week 2019 Day Six, Horror AU

After the explosion of the Oculus, Leonard did not die, but lost his physical body. And to become material again, he has to absorb the souls of the dead. And the older the ghost, the more strength it can give. Having learned about the problem of Snart, Barry offered to help him. And now they both travel around the world in search of the most terrible places with ghosts.

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We can do without exes

(AO3)

"This is my ex," Barry muttered, looking carefully to see if Iris had noticed him. "Bad breakup?" The man asked. "You could say that," he answered evasively; it seemed to him a bad tone to complain to a stranger. "Damn! She is coming here!" Barry panicked, his gaze swept across the hall, in the vain hope of finding salvation. Suddenly a big and warm palm covered his hand: "Follow my lead."

Coldflash Week 2019. Day One, Different First Meeting AU

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take the money and run.

Leonard had never been one to give others gifts, neither he nor Lisa ever felt the need to – why should they, when their childhood beneath Lewis’ iron fists meant bruises and scars for their birthday and the stench of booze on Christmas.

It came as a surprise, to both himself and the Scarlet Speedster, when Leonard started to find ways to brighten Barry’s day.

OR; Five times Len tried to be sweet and give Barry a present, and the one time Barry returned the favour.

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Barry looked from the keys in his hand, brows furrowed in that way Leonard loved - his concentrating face, all scrunched and adorable as he tried to work through a problem - and over to the Camaro parked innocuously on the drive.

“Say again?”

Len’s mouth twitched at the corners as he jerked a thumb towards the car, “I said - why don’t you take her for a test drive.”

“I don’t want a car, Len. I’m like, the last person in Central who’d ever even need one. Look,” The speedster tucked the keys in his pocket, an improvement from the predictions Leonard had had (the keys thrown in his face for his efforts), and sighed so bone deep it shook the other’s slim shoulders. “I really don’t get it, but whatever sort of mind-game you’re trying to play here it’s getting really old, really fast.”

And then pulled at face at himself for the unintended pun, “I mean – I can’t accept this, even if it’s a genuine gift or whatever. It’d be useless to me anyway.”

Len watched the play of emotions across the speedster’s face with a cocked brow, watched it cycle through frustration and into something that bordered on exasperation (he wasn’t bold enough to assume there was a certain amount fondness to it). And then something occurred to him, sudden and with a playful lilt to his tone he asked, “I never thought to check - can you even drive, Barry?”

He was rewarded with a flush of red blossoming across the other’s cheeks, wide hazel eyes turned on him with embarrassed betrayal, “It just never came up okay! Here,” As though they burned his hand to touch, Barry reached into his pocket and thrust the keys back across the space between them, pressed them against Leonard’s chest with force, “Take them back.”

At this point, Leonard couldn’t truly see what the other’s problem was with receiving gifts. He’d seen the West girl hand him things before, clearly in the context of a gift. Cisco, Snow, even that pretty Detective had all given Barry things over the past few months. Albeit they were coffees or dinner, or small novelty gifts with Flash symbols as jokes.

So, it was clearly just Len he refused to accept anything from, and it stung a part of his chest he’d rather not acknowledge.