#coldflashweather

[a-redharlequin]

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FlashWeather/ColdFlash AU

One of Barry’s worst nightmares has come true. Yet another nemesis, and one of the worst possible people, has learned of his secret identity; Mark Mardon.

However, Mark has no interest in selling the Flash down the river, or even using it to seek revenge. No, he’s found something much better to use this newfound information for; leverage, or, more specifically, extortion.

During his ‘research’ of Barry Allen and the Flash, he found out something that was worth more to him than retribution; that the Flash can time travel, that it was possible to save Clyde. That he could have his brother back.

Now if he can just convince Barry to go along with it, everything would be perfect.

But Barry has learned his lesson (again) and he’s not about to mess with the timeline (again) for anything less than a catastrophe (…again). No matter how guilty he felt about not being fast enough, good enough, to prevent Clyde’s death.

But Mark’s not taking no for an answer and is pulling out all the stops to get on Barry’s good side, to show that he can change, that he could keep Clyde on, well, not so much the straight and narrow, but at least obedient to the Rogue’s Rules. Something Lisa Snart had made a point of enforcing if anyone wanted to stay in her city.

(Even if Leonard Snart had mysteriously disappeared, it didn’t mean the city’s underworld no longer had a ruler. Honestly, the queen of gold was even more terrifying than the king of cold.)

Barry can’t go anywhere anymore without a certain weather meta dogging his steps, as it seems the rogue has made it his personal mission to make sure the reckless red speedster doesn’t get himself killed before he can save Mark’s brother.

In spite of themselves, their prolonged exposure to one another mixed with Barry’s stubbornness and Mark’s persistence, the two get closer and things between them become more electrically charged than their respective abilities that seem to be trying to draw them together like magnets. As if it weren’t enough that Mark insisted on sticking to him like a burr, but that their powers, when not pitted against one another, seem to feed off of one another like some sort of twisted and orgasmic form of symbiosis that Team Flash are all too eager to study.

But Mark can’t be sure if he really wants Barry, or if his feelings are just desperation mixed with addiction after being alone for so long. Barry feeling much the same, as well as unable to trust Mark’s intentions regarding ‘them’.

Barry’s reservations and denials are breaking down; now he just can’t decide if he’s refusing out of responsibility, or fear of Mark abandoning him once he has what he wants.

When Barry gives in and finds a way to save Clyde and preserve the past and future, things look complicated but promising.

Then Leonard Snart sweeps in like a blizzard, returned from the dead and now a meta on equal footing with the most powerful on top of his already legendary skill set. The only thing seemingly stopping him from an attempt at world domination is his newly chosen career as an (anti-)hero (trust Leonard Snart to figure out how to make super-heroism pay).

Safe to say, Cold is back, and he’s looking for more than a chance at working things out with Team Flash.

Mark had gotten his brother back and just settled into this strange new world order, and had finally been ready to work on proving his seriousness about their relationship to Barry, prove to him they could make things work. The last thing he needed was a rival who already had one foot in the door to Barry’s life and his heart; as if the cold bastard didn’t have enough going for him, he had to make a move for Flash too?!

Now Barry is more confused than ever and his heart is being torn in two when he’s faced with two paths to choose from with yet another crisis on the horizon. Will he go left, or will he go right?

But maybe the right path for them all is more straightforward than he thinks.

Central City collectively holds its breath to see how the Flash’s personal life choices will once again change the course of its future.

[anendofeverything]

@youreturningscarletscarlet, @joker-quinn, you guys are into the whole serial killer/cannibal thing, so... The Rogues as cannibals, and sweet, nerdy Barry Allen is the lead CSI investigating the case. Barry figures out the location one of their hideouts and decides to investigate on his own. He sees Len and Mardon, who are about to kill Tony Woodward - the biggest bully of Barry's childhood. Woodward notices Barry first and subsequently Mardon and Len do. Barry looks at them and in a small voice asks them to kill Woodward. Seeing someone who hurt him so badly die makes Barry happy, but he ends up breaking down, 'cause seeing Woodward again just brings up bad memories. Mardon and Len (who are already together) comfort Barry and the three of them end up together. Eventually Barry quits being a CSI and decides to go Rogue, which is an advantage 'cause Barry knows how to go about not leaving, or leaving minuscule, evidence. Because he literally just drops off the grid, the CCPD think he's gone missing and think the Rogues kidnapped him. They end up figuring out what Barry did, that a Rogue hideout is Saints and Sinners - an old rundown bar just outside of town. There they find Mardon and Len and Barry... Having dinner? Are those candles?!?! (Coldflashweather are celebrating an anniversary or birthday.) Barry notices his old colleagues first and seeing one of them aiming a gun at Mardon, he speeds over and rips their heart out of their chest, 'cause oh? Didn't he ever mention it? Barry has powers. So Coldflashweather end up killing everyone there (Barry and Mardon with their powers, Len with his gun). Barry ends up yelling Mardon and Len that he loves them (for the first time), and - covered in blood - have steamy, twisted sex.

[masqueradeassane]

Prompt: Captain Cold is always cool, calm and collected, cool, calm and collec... cool, calm and coll....

It's Summer over here, where I live, this prompt is inspired by the fact that it's TOO FUCKING HOT. There is an actual heatwave, a weather heatwave, not gun wielding one. And Captain Cold has seriously lost his cool, he's stripped off all his clothes and is currently splayed out across Barry's wood floor. He's alternating between begging Barry to use his superspeed to create a cool wind, and trying to order Mark to make a light rain. Captain Cold...Leonard Snart, does not like hot weather, it leaves him tired and sweaty and sticky, without the usual fun activities that comes before he ends up tired...and sweaty...and sticky. Barry and Mark are kind of touched that he's willing to, essentially, let his guard down around them, even if it means they're basically, seeing him throw a massive tantrum. Leonard just wants to know if Mark can make a circle of hail around him, so he can ice down.

[joker-quinn]

My brain broke af but I have weird craving for coldflashweather

probably because of Scarlet

but anyway, I told her I’d write her something fluffy because she’s agreed to end one of her fics happily

Two things:

1. lemme just tell you, Barry’s brain = mine right now 2. story is AU. Powers are still a thing, but I’m dragging everyone into my Finals Hole. ‘Cept for a few characters, they can stay outside of college-y things.

I have Barry struggling with english instead because I’m p sure he wouldn’t have a problem with math finals

For @youreturningscarletscarlet

Okay...so...Fauuuuulkner.

Faulk. Ener. No, wait---Fffffaulkner.

Faulk. Ner.

Faulk?

Fuck. Yeah, that was it.

“Fuck,” Barry concludes enthusiastically, and by enthusiastically he obviously means slamming his head into his pillow and loudly slurring the word.

He excels in Chemistry and Physics, but give him three different critical lenses to analyze for Barn Burning and suddenly his brain is like mmmuh-huh? He’d do almost anything to have a physics final tomorrow morning instead of english. Then he’d be done studying by now, and he could invite Mark and Len over.

Yeeees. They lived near CCU, it’d work. Barry could run ‘em over if they didn’t feel like driving. It’d be cool. Heh---cool. Cold. Captain Cold.

Before Barry’s brain catches up to his fingers, he’s already got his phone to his ear and laughing hysterically over an accidental pun he made in his head.

Finals.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Barry opens his mouth to apologize for calling, he’s just so stressed out right now he quite literally can’t think straight, but all that comes out is another boisterous shout of, “Cool!” that dissolves into another fit of laughter.

“...Barry?”

Muffled voices. Barry keeps laughing, because, cool. Ha! How does Len not laugh every second of the day?

Wow, laughing is tiring. 

Everything is tiring, really. Everything---everything just happens too much.

It’s...it’s not cool.

Barry falls asleep giggling.

When he wakes, Barry hums at the kisses on his throat. Len---it’s definitely Len, he knows, don’t question him---hears him and joins Mark by pressing kisses to Barry’s lips. Slow, beautiful kisses.

Kisses are awesome. Even the word’s awesome. Kisses.

Kisssssssiiiies.

Barry starts giggling again.

Len pulls back with a huff. “Go back to sleep, Barry.”

Barry frowns as loudly as he can as Mark recedes too. “I have to study though,” he mumbles. The room temperature gets warmer. “You guys are the worst.”

“We’re not the ones who called Captain Cold and laughed about a stupid pun,” Mark says.

“I didn’ mean to!” Barry murmurs, “I was just goin’ over Fucker---”

“What?”

“Wait, no, um...Ffffaulkner? Faulkner.”

Len meets Mark’s eyes over Barry’s shoulder. Barry gives them both a feeble shove.

“Somethin’ about...Mmmmarxism, aaaand historicism, aaaand...” Barry squints, thinking. Wait, had there been two or three lenses to analyze? Maybe he was thinking of another work his professor reviewed. Maybe not? Maybe he should check the packet...

Two hands shoved him back onto his tiny bed before he could get an inch off the mattress.

“Stay,” says Len.

“Sleep,” says Mark.

“Fuck you,” says Barry.

But damn it, he falls asleep anyway.

I wish I could ship this, buuuuut...see, here’s the thing: I would, but my father’s name is Mark. Sooooo. Yeah. Awkward.

Hope you liked it anyway! :D