#coldnews

[sproutwings]

Cold.

The chill seeps through Iris's clothes and underneath her skin, burrowing deep into her flesh and bones. It's everywhere, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

The blood loss doesn't help. Half an hour ago, when Gianni Santini and his friends locked her in the meat locker, she'd been able to feel the sticky wetness of blood making her shirt cling to shoulder, but a dangerous numbness has taken over now, drowsiness clouding her mind and dulling any sensation except for the cold. She shouldn't fall asleep, she can't let herself pass out or she won't be waking up anymore, but with every minute that passes it becomes more of a struggle to make her eyes stay open.

She gives her handcuffed wrists a sharp tug, metal digging into flesh. The pain is immediate, shooting from the wound in her shoulder down into her fingertips. A welcome distraction. For a moment it works. The sharpness of it grounds her; it jolts her consciousness back into her body and stops her from drifting off. But soon, it won't be enough anymore.

She can't think of that now. She needs to—

"I'm all for chilling out, but you seem to have taken the meaning a bit too literally."

Her head snaps up at the darkly amused drawl coming from behind her, the familiarity of it cutting through the fog in her head.

Leaning against the heavy door is Leonard Snart, arms crossed in front of his chest, looking her up and down in a calculating way. There's something about the cool blue-eyed gaze that makes her shiver, irrationally, like an extra layer of frost adding to the freezing coldness of the room.

How did Snart get in here? She didn't hear the door, and he wasn't here a minute ago. Or was he?

She frowns, trying to make sense of his presence before she remembers— "You're dead."

"Quite," he agrees, and dread sinks its claws into her.

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[coldwestallenweek]

The Results Are In!

The dates and theme for ColdWestAllen Week 2019 have been decided! Thank you to everyone who participated in the polls! The week will run from: 

Monday, May 27th - Sunday, June 2nd

The chosen theme is: 

Decades!

With both The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow dabbling in time travel, why not explore time yourself? Maybe a jaunt on the Waverider brings our trio to see the first performance of Julius Caesar in 1599, or maybe an unintentional burst of speed sends Barry to face his future in 2035. Not interested in time travel? Consider an AU of your favourite cheesy 80s movie, a historical AU, a 60th birthday party, or even a themed sock-hop dance in a high school AU.        

The prompts break down as follows: 

Monday, May 27th - 30s Tuesday, May 28th - 40s Wednesday, May 29th - 50s Thursday, May 30th - 60s Friday, May 31st - 70s Saturday, June 1st - 80s Sunday, June 2nd - 90s

Posts can be tagged #cwaweek2k19, but due to problems with Tumblr’s tagging system, it’s recommended you also send the blog a quick message with the link to your post to be sure it’s reblogged here. An AO3 collection for the event will go live as we get closer to the date. Any questions about the dates, the prompts, or the event itself that aren’t covered in the faq can be directed here. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

Happy Creating! 

[asexual-fandom-queen]

Barry’s muscles ache.

The knots in his deltoids fight for attention over the burn of strained obliques and quadriceps inundated lactic acid after a long, successful night of crusading under his cape. The night feels long and endless, even as the first traces of murky blue colour the Gotham skyline low in the horizon. The stone under Barry’s fingers is cold and unforgiving as he perches on the rooftop, back bowed and head hung low.

Soon, dawn will break, and the illusion of safety will once again be restored to the city Barry calls home.

A ColdWestAllen SuperWonderBat AU

Written for Day Two of @coldwestallenweek Decades Theme, the prompt was 40s

[purpleyin]

DCTV moodboards: Coldwest - Hackers AU

“Zero Cool crashed 1,507 systems in one day. Biggest crash in history. Front page New York Times.” Ramon is staring at him with shocked awe and an admiration that isn't anything to do with his approval of reading lists. He'd known revealing his past would get him automatic respect but he hadn't wanted that. Getting sucked into this mess jeopardizes his getting custody of Lisa.

All Charlie says is, “l thought you was black, man.” They smack him on the back and hand him their bottle – sharing their drink is practically a sign of high praise coming from Charlie. He avails himself of a swig of the whiskey and decides not to correct either assumption that statement of theirs brings up.

They quite simply don't have time. Ralphie boy doesn't have time for sure and their arrests won't be far behind if Savage has any say in it.

“I’ll hack Gideon.”

“How? They'll trace you like that, man.”

“I have a plan. Research it, execute it -”

“Hack the planet!”

“Something like that.”

All he wants is this over. Freedom.

Iris is looking at him eagle-eyed, with a certain consideration. It's not the first time since they began their little bet he feels like she's taking him seriously but this time there's something more there in her eyes too, something he can't let himself dwell on right now.

“Alright. Let's do this,” she says, her voice hardened with determination, “They won't get away with it.”

Barry and Cisco pull up chairs either side of him, while Charlie leans against the other side of the table. Iris closes in, hovering behind him as he starts to outline a plan - making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with her proximity. It's going to be a long night. He hates he has to do this, but he loves it all the same.

[heyheyohsorry]

come back

The Flash Drabble. Iris x Len.

When Iris gets upset she doesn’t yell or scream. She doesn’t cry or pout. He would much better prefer it is she let out some form of emotion, but instead she goes silent. She goes cold.

It’s a bit of irony. Iris is the one always going to comfort people. She wrapped her arms around Barry when he was 5 and she hasn’t let go since. She literally broken down doors to bring back Caitlin. She bust into ___ , not afraid of Killer Frost on Amulet. She was stubborn and patience, and kind, and understanding and slowly Killer Frost let Caitlin return.

That doesn’t work on Iris. Iris can’t be coddled. Can’t be soothed. Can’t be touched.

She retreats into herself, into her thoughts. And when she’s ready, and only when she’s ready, does she returns.

It’s the thing Joe dislikes the most about his baby.

Because Barry is gone and the person he’s loved the most in the entire world, stays wrapped in a blanket, sitting on her couch.

And it’s been 12 days.

He expected it day 1. They had all been bracing for his disappearance since seeing the article Iris West-Allen wrote herself. He allowed it day 4. He gathered Wally, Cisco, and Linda on day 7. 

He called Dr. Hughes after day 8. He considered her advice about a treatment facility until day 10.

On day 12 he went to Wally with a hunch that he had years ago and the faith that if Iris would come back for someone she loved. Despite Wally’s hesitance Joe convinces his son to run back in time just this once.

On day 13, Leonard Snart stepped into the West-Allen apartment. Signature blue coat, youthful as ever, and his classic smirk. Shutting the door loudly behind him, he drawled “Why does everyone think i can save you?”

...and Iris turned around.

[pretz3l-log1c]

I still can’t decide what I want to write for the Leonard Snart Big Bang. I guesstimated around 20k but that was more a guideline. Count will probably be higher by the end of things. I’ve narrowed my choices down to 3 ideas:

1. Diana Prince/Leonard Snart - the various DC verse mashup AU in which the only person that can believe Diana is dating Leonard Snart is Diana. I could maaaaaybe make this around 20k.

2. Iris West/Leonard Snart - that amnesia au that I finally have a good plot worked out for. Definitely more than 20k story, probably closer to 50k once reality of writing it out sets in.

3. Injustice!Snart in CWverse AU - what it says on the tin. Ugly laughter. This story idea is probably 70k+ (not counting backstory and side stories) and I have delusions of grandeur if I think I can have it fully written in time. OTOH I really want to write Injustice verse cause too few people are and it’s such a gem of “What The Fuck!? Apply fix-it. Apply Fix-It stat.”

[nixie-deangel]

Coldnews, Hades x Persephone AU.

                ....when I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind...

[phynali]

"put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with XD" bc you're writing a coldwestallen - iris, len, barry?

oooh, okay. so i think i’m supposed to do this with ships, so:

Slow burn: iris x len (i would love to see this honestly)

Fake dating: len x barry (because i love this trope and it works so great for cf)

Enemies to lovers: barry x iris (it would be an amazing reversal of their canon dynamic!)

Send me 3 characters or ships and I’ll tell you which one I’d pick for the tropes slow burn / fake dating / enemies to lovers

[coldtomyflash]

if you're still interested, coldwestallen - another time Len might say, "Iris! Love the ice."

“Iris! Love the ice!”

She starts, glancing at her finger in confusion for a half second then crosses her arms in a glare. “Not funny, Cold!”

He’s nodding down at her boots which are conveniently iced to the pavement, cold reaching halfway up her legs thanks to him and that gun of his, strapped to his hip. She scowls at it as he approaches.

“It’s a little funny.”

“I was chasing a story!”

“You were chasing danger,” he moves into her space and tucks her hair behind her ear, voice all warm and honey, a total contrast to the frost making her shiver.

“I’m getting cold, Cold.”

“Brrr, you are mad.”

She only calls him Cold when he’s working or when she’s displeased. Right now it’s both an she huffs at him. “Barry’s gonna have your head for icing me.”

“You’re in jeans, I made sure it wouldn’t hit your skin.”

“Uh huh, and am I gonna be out of here before I get frostbite, Lenny?”

He hesitates for the first time and glances more carefully at the ice encasing her legs. She takes the opportunity to continue her lecture,

“And you know, you don’t get to decide if I want to trail after Mardon and Bivolo in my spare time or not.”

He quirks an eyebrow at her, even as he takes out his phone and starts typing into it. 

“You’re right, I don’t. But you were tailing after me too, Iris, and Captain Cold gets to decide if he wants reporters following him.”

“You sure doubled-back fast enough,” she finally gives him an opening to abate her anger. Her arms are still crossed but it’s mostly because she’s chilly now.

“Mhmm,” he agrees and leans forward to kiss her cheek. “Gotta go, love. Barry will be here in a minute to get you out.”

“Go - hey, Lenny - you!” 

He’s already ducking into the nearest alleyway and she throws her hands in the air in exasperation.

This is what she gets for falling in love with not just a superhero, but a supervillain also.

[marcomardon]

iris west week: day 4: iris + journalism | leonard snart | the flash 2x09: running to stand still → “I had a rough childhood.” “everyone in this room had a rough childhood.”

[sproutwings]

The Captain Cold get-up wasn't something Leonard had ever put much thought into.

The parka and the goggles had become his signature look more out of convenience than anything. The costume was comfortable and functional; it protected him against the icy cold and the glare of white when he fired his gun; it was easy enough to replace when his clothes got damaged in a fight. Sure, he got a kick out of having it become a look, immortalized on villain trading cards and action figures and Halloween costumes.

But he'd certainly never thought of it as enticing – at least not until he saw Iris West wrapped up in his parka with her hair falling across the furry hood and the Cold Gun strapped to her thigh.

Something primal reared in him at the sight, the rush of possessiveness clenching hot and tight in his gut. Not for the clothes or the gun, but for the woman wearing the costume.

"Quite the look you got going there, Iris."

Her head snapped around towards him, eyes going wide for a second, and he felt a little proud that he could still surprise her like that.

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[coldwestallenweek]

Pick the Date and Theme for ColdWestAllen Week 2k19!

Themed weeks are a-go once again for this year’s ColdWestAllen Week! The official poll to pick the theme is live here and closes Friday, April 12th at midnight! The poll for the dates is also live here. 

As the official poll doesn’t leave room to explain each theme in detail, I’ve left more information below. You only get one vote, so be sure to read up on your choices first!

Decades

30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s.

With both The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow dabbling in time travel, why not explore time yourself? Maybe a jaunt on the Waverider brings our trio to see the first performance of Julius Caesar in 1599, or maybe an unintentional burst of speed sends Barry to face his future in 2035. Not interested in time travel? Consider an AU of your favourite cheesy 80s movie, a historical AU, or even a themed sock-hop dance in a high school AU.        

Continental ColdWestAllen

North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, Antarctica.

Long distance relationships, work trips, destination weddings. Or maybe it’s going on a date to the zoo to see the penguins, or a meet-cute where they share a table at their favourite Thai restaurant to beat the backlog of people waiting to be seated. Whether they’re living abroad, travelling, or experiencing a piece of the world right at home in Central City, this is a chance to see what happens when ColdWestAllen goes global.  

Spring

Showers, Flowers, Bugs, Birds, Sunshine, Cleaning, Break.

It’s that time of year again, a time of growth and rebirth and fresh starts – at least in the Northern hemisphere, anyway. While the prompts are spring-related, the fills certainly don’t have to be. Write about what happens when ants interrupt a picnic, or three people try to have shower sex, or the White Canary comes to visit. The possibilities are endless!

Wedded Bliss

Old, New, Borrowed, Blue, Rings, Bells, Vows.

While the theme says wedding on the tin, the fills don’t need to be wedding specific. What happens when Iris borrows Len’s parka in the case of a secret relationship and suddenly has some explaining to do? Or when Barry vows to stop at nothing to finally put Len behind bars, until the flirtatious banter between them makes that a vow he might not be able to keep? Of course, a good old fashioned ColdWestAllen wedding fic would be more than welcome, too!   

Getting Sensual

Sight, Sound, Touch, Taste, Smell, Temperature, Pain.

A perfect vehicle for the exploration of some great sensory delights. Whether it’s scorching hot smut involving the Cold Gun, date night out at a fancy restaurant, or a touring musicians AU, the choices are endless! Take a stab at creating beautiful works in various mediums and make the most of what this sense-pleasing week has to offer. 

Be sure to get your vote in, and share this post to get the word out!

[eri-nelson]

Very tired of being cold... #ohioweather #coldnews https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw4yTVpAZuQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vkkhy7eetwr1

[asexual-fandom-queen]

Coldwestallenwave, non-power au (:

No powers means no Flash means no Reverse Flash means (at least in my happy little corner of the alternate world) Nora Allen never dies and Henry is never falsely imprisoned. 

This of course means Barry doesn’t grow up with Joe and Iris. Instead he and Iris spend their entire childhood and adolescence still technically joined at the hip but not living under the same roof being raised by the same man, and it helps Iris clue into her feelings about Barry waaaayy earlier.

Barry and Iris start “dating” in the sixth grade, and remarkably don’t break up until their senior year of high school. They both agree they need space to grow and learn more about themselves away from each other, and it’s awkward as hell their entire senior year. Iris goes to prom with the star of the basketball team and doesn’t have a date at all, yet they both spend the whole night watching each other across the dance floor when they think the other isn’t looking. 

Iris and Barry both go to CCU, Iris for journalism, Barry for nursing (he admires doctors, he really does, but he’s seen the job drive his father prematurely grey and anyway, nursing feels a lot more like treating the patient than just the disease, and all Barry’s ever wanted to do is help people)

Their sophomore year of college, after an excruciatingly long time of being “just friends” – being apart – Barry and Iris finally get back together. The time apart was good for them. It let Iris figure out who she is outside of “Detective West’s Kid” and “The Girl Dating Dr. Allen’s Son” and it let Barry explore his sexuality more and come to the point where he’s finally comfortable identifying as bi/ace. But on the other hand, my God does it feel good to be with each other again. 

After Barry finishes school and gets his official nursing license, he and Iris move out of their parents’ homes and get a shitty apartment together in a shitty part of town, all they can afford with loan debts and Iris still in grad school getting her masters, but it’s home and they love it. 

Barry proposes over a carton of Chinese takeout with a white sapphire that puts him out $250, which is simultaneously nothing and a fucking lot. Iris says yes before he has two words of the speech he spent three weeks planning out of his mouth, which is probably for the best, because he’s crying like a baby anyway. They both are. 

Iris gets an internship at CCPN, which is where she gets the incredibly stupid idea to edge out the competition and earn a full time position by getting the exclusive story on a couple of big time thieves moving on mob territory in Central, which brings us to…

Len and Mick, whose backstories haven’t much changed much, except they’re married and have been since they just so happened to be on a job in Massachusetts in 2004, not that Len actively planned for it to work out that way, but that’s basically canon already, right? 

Iris’ investigation takes her into incredibly dangerous territory she’s definitely lying to Barry about being in. Halfway through photographing evidence, a couple of goons from the Santini catch her in the act and point guns at her, and Iris is sure she’s done for, except the gunfire that follows doesn’t come from the Santinis and, surprisingly enough, isn’t directed at her. 

That’s how Len and Iris are officially introduced, with bodies cooling at their feet and Iris five seconds away from a panic attack, but keeping it together better than Len ever expected from a civilian, and damn if that doesn’t impress him even more than her deep brown eyes and they way her clothes fit her like a second skin – and who flashes that much leg trespassing on a mob warehouse, anyway? 

Len takes Iris out to a greasy, hole-in-the-wall diner to get her settled and avoid her going into shock while he calls Mick in to deal with the bodies at the warehouse. Iris is shaken but matches Len’s bravado about “people go missing all the time” and “certain things have a way of happening” and Len knows there’s no way he’s going to throw the young, aspiring journalist off her story, and he really doesn’t want to kill her. Something about the set of her jaw reminds him of someone he used to care about, and the faint smells of harissa and lamb. 

Which is how Len starts acting as Iris’ inside source. He’s prickly about what information he will and won’t give her, and sometimes she pokes her nose where it doesn’t belong even after Len’s thrown her a bone he thought for sure would keep her out of things. They argue something fierce when that happens, but nothing like the night Iris ends up tied to a chair staring down the barrel of a Darbinyan’s gun and she’s more sure that she’s ever been that this is how she’s going to die. 

Until Len shows up with some new gun she’s never seen before – a prototype he stole from STAR Labs, the same place that launched the wildly successful particle accelerator, Iris will learn later – that freezes every mobster solid like ice. He hits them with the hilt of the weapon on his way over for good measure, then he’s untying Iris from her chair, and Iris can’t even think to be nauseous over how gruesome and brutal Len was, how close she came to dying, because Len’s grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her to her feet, pushing her up against a chain link wall and yelling at her to never be so stupid again, and then he’s kissing her and… oh!

Iris doesn’t mean to kiss back, doesn’t even realize she is kissing back until her engagement ring catches on one of the clasps on Len’s leather jacket that she’s always thought he looked so good in – always though thinking as much was innocent, harmless –  and she’s shoving Len back with a horrified gasp and fingers that fly so fast to her lips there’s no way Len doesn’t see the rock on her finger, even in the low, flickering lights of the warehouse. 

Iris goes home that night sick with guilt. Len dropped her off a block away from her building, citing lingering concerns for her safety, but Iris isn’t so convinced it’s not because Len hoping to find something to say over the twenty minute car ride to make things right between them. When Iris puts her hand on the handle to get out, Len finally breaks the silence festering between them by croaking out a shaky admission of “I’m married” that only makes things worse. 

Barry’s cooking breakfast on their crappy stove that only has one working burner when she gets home, just back from a shift at the hospital probably. He does that, cooks Iris breakfast when he has to work nights so they can spend at least some time together, and Iris feels like shit. Barry’s brow furrows, worried and surprised to see her just getting home instead of being in bed asleep, and Iris breaks down into a fit of tears before she can even slide the deadbolt in place. She tells Barry everything, and he cries too, and the eggs burn, and it’s not a good day. 

Len meets back up with Mick at the warehouse to clean up the defrosting mobster pieces and keep the CCPD off their trail. Mick knows something’s off with Len from the moment he catches sight of him. Mick knows about Iris, knows her having such a close brush with death probably rattled Len a lot more than he was expecting, thinks he’s probably trying to wall up whatever clusterfuck of emotions are swirling behind his eyes like he always does when people get too close, like they both do, part of the reason they’ve been off about as much as they’ve been on over the last twenty-some odd years. He doesn’t expect Len to say, quiet but icy as Mick’s ever heard him, “I fucked up.” Partly because Len’s never one to admit his mistakes. But also because Mick’s pretty sure he made it clear – or as clear as he can without them ever really talking about it, because Mick can’t do talking, can’t get past the lump in his throat and the unshakable fear ever time he tries that promises he’ll say something wrong and fuck everything up – that making a move on Iris West was definitely on the table. 

Mick and Iris meet for the first time a week later. There’s a huge power struggle between the Santini’s and the Darbinyan’s happening that’s sure to leave both sides gutted (which he and Len had nothing to do with, if anyone asks) and Mick can see how much Len’s itching to slip Iris some insider information. Idiot’s go the file all put together and everything. He’s just too chicken shit to make a move, won’t say what exactly happened the last time he tried – if he even did try – but it can’t be half as bad a Len’s building it up to be. He just the kind of guy that deals a lot of his own lashes, so to speak. 

Mick corners Iris as she’s walking home through the park. It’s after dark and Mick knows going in it’s gonna give her a hell of a scare, but he can’t see another way to get to her, and she’s the one walking alone at night in a neighborhood like this like she’s got no reason to be afraid. He barely gets his hand around Iris’ wrist before she comes up with pepper spray from her purse and she gets him good in the jaw anyway, and even before she goes still enough to get a good look at her, Mick gets every bit of what Len sees. 

Mick finally gets why Len’s so prickly when he sees the rock on Iris’ finger, when his introduction is met with her stammered apology that’s both contrite and lanced with an edge of genuine terror her never wanted to make a wildfire like her feel. Mick passes the envelope off, tells her no hard feelings, and leaves as quickly as he came before her soft lips and fierce spirit manage to drag him into whatever hell they’ve got Len burning in. 

Iris wars over what to do with the information for an impressive two hours before running with the story. She’s not even surprised at her own behavior, unfair as it might be to Barry. This isn’t about her feelings. It’s about her career. Somehow, the pages still smell like Len – sandalwood and wintergreen and orange blossom – and Iris tries to pretend it doesn’t make her heart skip a beat. 

Mick acts as Iris’ informant from then on. She tells Barry after she publishes her first article using Len’s information delivered through Mick, and Barry understands her obligation to her career, respects it even. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t start tagging along to info drops that turn more and more into strange, almost social outings the longer the arrangement goes on. After almost six months of Len running Iris intel through Mick, Barry and Iris meet Mick at a sketchy bar downtown and order hot wings and cheap beer and Iris doesn’t even realize until she and Barry get home that no information had even been exchanged – the meeting (or was it a date?) hadn’t even been set up under the pretext of doing as much. 

The first time Iris sees Len again after the kissing incident comes when she runs into Mick dragging his listless body up the stairwell in her apartment building and Iris doesn’t even ask how or when Mick found out where she lives. She knows Mick knows Barry’s a nurse, and that’s the only thought she can process, the only thought that screams at her as she rushes forward to prop Len up on his other side and help Mick haul him up the last two flights of stairs. She doesn’t think about how the pit falls out of her stomach at the thought of losing Len, or that she’s bringing the man she had an affair with – if not physically, at least emotionally, Iris is a big enough girl to admit that much – to her fiancé to beg with him if she has to to save his life, or that the man who’s helping her do it is Len’s husband who she realizes, as she notices the cut on the the side of his cheek for the fist time, she’s just as worried about. 

Iris’ cry for help is so chilling, haunting, it wakes Barry up in a cold sweat. He’s still in his underwear when he stumbles into the main room of their apartment and sees her and Mick carry in a man who’s either already dead or on his way fast. It registers with Barry that this has to be Len – Leonard Snart – criminal kingpin, subject of Iris’ past indiscretion. But the desperate look in Mick and Iris’ eyes alike keeps from even breaking stride. Barry’s wide away, directing Mick to lay Len down on the couch, rivers of blood and all, and yelling at Iris to get him his first aid kit and clean set of towels. 

The fact that Len’s still breathing after Barry pulls two slugs out of him and stitches up close to a dozen knife wounds is a miracle. Mick sits vigil on the floor by Len’s head waiting for him to wake up and Iris stands as far away as she can manage in an apartment their size while still keeping an eye on Len, too. Eyes that look worried, but also incredibly guilty and self-loathing, and Barry feels every ounce of hurt and uncertainty leave him in one heavy breath. He presses along Iris’ side and holds her tight and whispers a soft “okay” in her hair that he follows up with a soft, delicate kiss, and Iris sags against him, buries her head in his shoulder, and cries, but this time, it’s with relief. 

Len isn’t fit to go anywhere for a few days, and it sounds like it should be a disaster, but they adapt to it quickly, almost naturally. They give Len the bed as soon as he’s mobile and Mick stays with him, unwilling to leave his side, not that Iris or Barry blame him. Iris and Barry buy a shitty air mattress to lay out in the main room that always deflates by morning, but it’s not like either of them were repeatedly shot and stabbed, so they make it work. Barry comes back from grocery shopping with Mick one afternoon to see Iris curled up against Len’s side in the bedroom, both fast asleep, and it doesn’t make jealously well up in Barry’s throat like the thought it would. Barry and Mick cook supper together and Mick’s hands trail over Barry’s finger on the knife, against the small of his back as the navigate the tight space. They eat soup together around the same rickety table Barry proposed at nearly three years ago, and it feels oddly right. 

[robininthelabyrinth]

Flashwave, farm so :)

1 - Mick is tired of the Legends. He decides to go home to the nice safehouse out in the countryside that he had Len buy him years back.

2 - Barry is tired of his LIFE. He looks it, too. Mick on one of his trips into the city - the farmer’s market loves him like a brother, especially since he’s now bringing in his own goat cheese because Len apparently bought him a WORKING dairy farm as a safehouse and never mentioned it - sees him and off-handedly offers him a place to crash where it’s quiet.

3 - Barry takes him up on it. He’s not expecting to actually be able to relax there, expects it to all go wrong and emergencies to go off every minute, but somehow, the quiet atmosphere and everything just…works. Mick’s a good companion. They don’t talk much. They just enjoy being quiet together.

4 - They do eventually start talking a little. Watching movies, that sort of thing. Mick shows Barry his ninja collection. Barry loves it. They discuss new types of cheese that Mick might try to make. (the person who runs the dairy permits Mick to experiment with 10% of the goats and cheese because Mick may own the place but he’s definitely not the boss)

5 - Len comes back after a while, but he’s quiet, too. Subdued after his experience. He manages to fit in without interrupting the growing thing between Mick and Barry. (He needs more adrenaline in his life than either of them have energy for. Luckily for him, there’s a Ms. Iris West who is still a batshit crazy brave reporter who needs someone familiar with the nastier parts of Central to help make sure she doesn’t die…)

[pretz3l-log1c]

ColdNews+ "What did you do this time?"

“What makes you think I did anything?” Leonard asked testily as he adjusted his glasses.

Iris West, more famously known as Captain Cold, paused in sealing the exit of the warehouse to give him an unimpressed look.

"Len, babe, I have a reputation as a good guy these days from all the times I've had to save you from trouble you found in the name of a story," Iris said with a tone of fond exasperation.

"Heroic is a good look on you?"

"...Babe, if you wanted to role play you could have just said."