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Coldwave Week: Day 4 (Alternate Earths) 

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Coldwave Week 2017: day 2 - Soulmates ↳ Textposts of Tomorrow

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[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Interconnect (ao3 link) - Chapter 1 Fandom: Flash, DC Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Fate has decided that Leonard Snart and Mick Rory are soulmates.

Yeah, okay, they're good with that.

(for @coldwaveweek2017)

A/N: Instead of doing different fics for coldwave week, I decided to do one with multiple chapters, each based on the various days.

Chapter 1: Early Days

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"What're you doing today?" Mick asks his favorite stuffed animal, a polar bear that he'd gone crazy for when they'd visited the zoo.

His dad said he was too old for them, but his mom hushed him. She was just glad he was talking more now. His older brothers thought he was just weird, talking to a bear

"Nothing much," the bear says. "I'm having trouble walking, but no big deal."

Mick nods, then frowns. "Ain't you like nearly two?" he asks. Mick's all of five, now – well, almost – and it's been two years since they met, and that means...something.

Two plus two equals four. Mick likes the math they do at his kindergarten, if only because it's much easier than reading. The letters don’t make sense to him the way they do to the other kids.

"Well, yeah," the bear says. "But my dad stepped on my foot and it hurts."

Mick scowls. "Why'd he do that?"

"I was crawling underfoot," the bear replies. "What's underfoot?"

"Under-your-foot."

"Oh," the bear says contemplatively. He was younger, so he didn't understand things sometimes; their conversations had gotten much more interesting when he'd figured out how to get his eyes to focus. "I wasn't, though. He came over." A pause. "He was yelling at mom again."

"That's not nice," Mick says wisely. His mom is very firm about how you should be nice to women. Especially if you're holding hands with them. Or something like that. She'd been very loud about it, anyway. "You should do something."

"I cry sometimes," the bear says. "Doesn't help, and it makes mom sad, so I stop. Maybe when I'm big, like you."

Mick nods. "You'd better get big like me," he says firmly. "Then we can play for real."

"I'd like that."

A creak of sound. Mick tenses. "Someone's coming," he says. He's learned not to talk to his bear when someone is around. Mom's okay with it, but Dad and his brothers - no. "Bye-bye." He kisses the bear on the head.

A hundred miles away, a toddler sighs audibly, a mix of happiness and sadness. Happiness, at the comforting gesture; sadness, that they couldn't talk anymore.

"What is it, lemele?" his mother, Shoshana, asks. "Are you okay? Did you drop your doggie?"

She checks, but he still has his dog plush clutched tightly. He loves that dog so, she reflects; a big shaggy dog with a frankly unnerving snarl, but he'd seen it at a yard sale and shrieked bloody murder until he'd gotten it.

Lewis hadn't been happy about that, but when was he ever happy?

At least he didn't take it out on her little Len.

"Do you want me to sing to you?" she asks, disregarding the question of his adoration of the dog. He spoke to it as often as he spoke to her, but it was normal, wasn't it, invisible friends? It wasn't related to - no, it couldn't be.

"Uh-huh," Len says, cuddling his dog. "Please?" He holds up the dog. "Mick says please, too."

Shoshana smiles, and wonders where Len thought up the name Mick.

Television, perhaps?

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"No!" Leo shrieks, throwing himself at his dad's feet despite knowing the danger. Sure enough, he gets a kick, right in the side, and it sends him rolling away, but he just scrambles up again, tears of pain mingling with the tears of panic rolling down his cheeks. "Give him back!"

"You're too old for toys," Lewis snarls at him.

"He's not a toy!" Leo howls. "He's Mick! He's my Mick!"

"He's only six, Lewis!" Shoshana protests, but she can't seem to rise up from the couch. The medicines for her sickness have made her very frail. "Let him have his dog."

"He needs to learn some respect," Lewis says. "You know what he did? Walked right into one of my business meetings - to get some water. For him? Oh no. For his dog. Which isn’t even a real goddamn dog!"

It'd been a Family meeting, too. Lewis had been horribly embarrassed by the lapse in professionalism, but more than that, he'd been afraid that they would just pull out their guns and put him in the ground, either him or his boy. He hated being afraid, hated it bitterly, and he lashed out to everyone around him, to make them afraid, because when they were afraid that meant he was in control.

Luckily the Family rep had thought Leo was cute.

"Give him back!" Leo is still shouting.

"I'm gonna light him on fire," Lewis shouts back.

Leo goes silent, stricken with horror. He's always had a terrible fear of his dog catching fire; neither Shoshana nor Lewis had any idea where it had come from, but it was there and it was bone-deep. "No," he whispers, eyes big and wide and blue. "No, don't! Not Mick!"

"I am," Lewis says. "And maybe you'll learn a lesson!"

"It's his favorite, Lewis," Shoshana says, struggling to her feet. "Leave it alone -"

He slaps her, and she falls back into the couch and looks up at him, eyes big and wide and blue, just like her son.

Lewis feels a flash of guilt, but that just makes him angrier. He gets his lighter from the kitchen cabinet, ignoring the small boy beating at his legs and trying to stop him.

He lights the flame under a paw.

Leo shrieks as though he himself has been lit on fire, and he doesn't stop, not for air, for anything.

"Oh, shut up," Lewis shouts, but nothing seems to penetrate. Finally, in the interest of his eardrums, he clicks off the lighter - the paw is singed, but no real damage has been done. He tosses it back to Len, who immediately goes quiet and starts checking it over and cooing at it as if it's been really hurt. "There, you have it back. Bet you learned your lesson, huh?"

Leo looks up at him, silent and solemn, his mother's eyes looking up at Lewis, reminding him silently of all his flaws, how he never gave her the life she'd hoped for, all the anger between them.

"I wanna be called Len," he says.

"What?" Lewis asks, taken aback. It'd been a long-standing dispute - a humorous one, one of the few that generally stayed humorous and didn't escalate - between him and Shoshana, whether their little Leonard was a Leo (Lewis' preference) or a Len (Shoshana's). "How's that?"

"I wanna be called Len," Leo repeats, very slowly and very firmly.

"Where'd that even come from?" Lewis asks, bemused. He didn't really mean it as a question - who cared? Kids were weird and had strange whims - but Leo's brow wrinkles as if he's very seriously considering the answer to the question.

"Because," he says finally, standing up, holding his dog tightly to himself, "I hate you."

"Don't talk like that to your father," Lewis says automatically, starting to bristle.

Leo looks at him, right in the eyes, his mother's eyes solemn and serious and honest, and he says, "But it's true. I hate you."

And then he turns and he leaves the room without another word.

Lewis stares after him for a long moment, temporarily unnerved. Leo had been so serious, so solemn, like he'd finally given up on whatever last bit of hope he'd had for Lewis. Then Lewis shakes his head and turns to the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer.

Kids are weird, and they have whims.

Leo'll get over it.

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"They're gone," Mick says to the shrink. "I know they're gone."

She nods encouragingly. "That's good," she says. "Not that they're gone, your family, but that you know it. Now why don't you tell me more about Lenny?"

"What about him?" Mick asks, bewildered. "He's mine."

"He was -" she checks her notes, but Mick's pretty sure she does that deliberately; she's asked him about Lenny at every session before. "- your bear, right? A polar bear?"

"Seemed fitting," Mick says cautiously. She's getting at something again.

"And he burned in the fire, too, right?" the shrink asks. She talks to Mick like he's dumb. He knows he is; he knows that he's behind in his classes, even for an eleven year old boy. He knows that most eleven year old boys didn't have the fascination he did with fire.

He knows that most boys don't burn their whole family.

He doesn’t like to think about it.

Maybe that’s why he hates these stupid shrink sessions.

"Yeah," Mick says. "It burned."

"So why do the nurses tell me you're still talking to him?"

"Because only the bear burned," Mick says, confused by the question. "It took a while before we figured it out, but the bear was just convenient."

Convenient, yes. Also beloved, of course. It was as close as he could get to holding his Lenny in his arms, and now it was gone.

He was using a lamp back in his room, which worked, but it wasn't the same.

"So you understand the bear burned?"

"Of course I do," Mick says. "I get that my family burned, I get that the house burned, I get that the bear burned."

"But you keep talking to him?"

"Well, yeah," Mick says.

"Why?"

"Why - not?"

"Isn't Lenny the bear?"

"Lenny's only sometimes the bear," Mick explains. "Lenny's dad takes away his dog sometimes - that's me; I'm the dog - and we had to figure out a different way to do things. Do you know he's got a brand new sister?"

"The...bear?"

"No, Lenny!" Mick says, exasperated. "And she's not quite brand new, she's a few months old now, but he keeps being really impressed by how she blows spit bubbles or something."

The shrink looks deeply confused. "Are you perhaps confusing Lenny with someone in your own family? There was a baby..."

"Nate was a baby boy," Mick tells her. He's not sure where the confusion is coming from. Maybe she's dumb like him. "Not a girl."

"I - see."

"Can I go now?"

"Sure," she says, shaking her head. "Come back after dinner and we'll do some more cognitive therapy."

She means supervised lighter time. Mick likes supervised lighter time.

He also likes dinner, so he scampers off.

He swings by his assigned room first, though. "I think she's gonna give me the green light soon," he confides into Lenny-the-lamp. "Which means foster homes."

"I've heard bad things about those," Lenny says. "Be careful. Try to palm a knife and bring it with you."

"They don't really got knives here at the hospital, Lenny."

"Well, when you get out. I don't want anyone thinking they can hurt you or take advantage or something."

"Take advantage? Of what?"

"Dunno. Something Brittany said."

Brittany was Lisa's mom. Lisa was Lenny's new baby sister. Lenny’s real mom had died a while back; they'd both mourned that pretty bad.

She'd been a good one, Len's mom. She never told them to grow up out of it or anything, and she sang them songs, and she even told them about The Curse.

"You think I should tell the shrink about the curse?" Mick asks.

"Mom said we shouldn't tell too many people," Lenny points out. "She said people might look at us weird and act weird. Not everyone has a curse like us."

"Good," Mick decides. "I don't want everyone to have something like us."

"So don't tell. They're adults. What'll they do?"

Lenny didn't trust adults, which was fair. His dad was a pretty bad example of one.

"Okay," Mick agrees. It's not really any of the shrink's business, anyway. "I'm going to dinner."

"I'm going to my grandfather's place."

Good. That meant Lewis wasn't around.

"Later, Lenny."

"Later, Mick."

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Mick can barely stand still with excitement.

Lenny's coming.

It'd started after Lenny got set up to take the fall on a job by his old man and got sentenced to go the juvie for a couple of months. He'd been anxious as hell about it - he didn't want to leave little Lisa with Lewis - right up until he'd told Mick the name of the juvie center he was heading to, in the hope that Mick - who'd been in and out of juvie a fair few times by now - would have advice.

That's when they found out that the juvie Len was going to was the same one Mick was staying at.

They were going to meet.

Mick's going to get to see what Lenny actually looks like.

Of course, Mick's plans to meet him when he gets off the bus are dashed because the shrinks notice his excitement and assume he's lit something on fire, so they haul him in to an extra-long shrink session (he barely has enough time to tell Len-the-chair).

He mostly ignores their questions, which just makes it longer, but eventually they let him out.

Mick goes out and beelines to the cafeteria.

Len-Lenny-Len-Len!

He finds the kids all crowded around a fight - some new kid got mouthy with one of the gangs that get formed in juvie.

Mick pushes his way forward, eyes scanning the crowd. Nothing. No feeling of recognition, no sudden awareness, nothing.

He turns his eyes on the fight right when what's-his-name, that asshole, pulls out a shiv to the impressed oohs of his companions.

Then Mick's eyes drop down to the kid held down on the floor.

Recognition.

Awareness.

Mine!

Mick bellow and charges forward.

Len scrambles up from the floor to help.

It's their first fight together as partners.

When it's all done, and all the kids have testified that Mick wasn't at fault, Mick and Len are finally allowed a moment's peace.

Mick scarcely knows what to do. He looks at Len - at a human being, flesh and blood, and sees the only friend he's ever known. That's never happened with a human before, only with objects that he could see Lenny in.

"Lenny," he whispers.

"Mick," Len replies, his eyes big and wide. He's a gawky kid, all elbows and shoulders, a shrimp with a fair bit of growing to do ahead of him, with messy black hair that curled too much to be controlled, with the fading traces of old bruises making his face come off as lopsided.

He's the most beautiful thing Mick's ever seen in his life.

Mick steps forward and pulls him into his arms.

Len's arms rise around him, clutching at him tightly.

"Mine."

Mick's not sure which one of them said it.

But it's true.

Soulmates.

[coldwaveweek2017]

Coldwave Week Topics

The topics have been chosen! Thank you to all who participated in the survey!

They are:

August 7th: Early lives/Teen or young adult years - Basically anything involving Mick and Len's lives before The Flash started. We heard from Len how they met in juvie, but how exactly did it go down? Were they close right away or did they take a while to warm up to each other? What exactly happened with "Alexa"? As long as it takes place before the show, anything goes!

August 8th: Soulmate AU -  Characters having soulmates and hints to finding them is a tried and true fandom trope, and one that never gets old. Do Mick and Len realize they're soulmates right away or does it take them a while? Are there complications? Do one or both of them have trouble accepting the idea? If you need ideas check here and/or here, or just search for soulmate aus.

August 9th: Domestic AU - There are a couple ways to interpret this. Is it an AU where they never became supervillains or criminals and are living a more domestic life? Or a glimpse at their lives together in canon outside of being Captain Cold and Heatwave? Do they fight over chores or the temperature on the thermostat? Who cooks? The possibilities are endless.

August 10th: Alternate Earth - What are Len and Mick's lives like on another Earth? If Len is Mayor Snart on Earth-2 than who is Mick? Or is Lisa the mayor and Len has a different job? Is there an Earth where they're both heroes or only one is a villain? Have their Earth-38 selves ever met Supergirl? Go wild!

August 11th: Hurt/Comfort - Another fandom favorite. Explore Len helping Mick through the fallout of being turned into Chronos. Maybe one of them gets injured on a mission or a heist and the other patches them up. Or maybe Len comes back from the Oculus a bit worn for wear and needs some help from Mick to get back to his old self. As long as there's pain followed by fluff or at least relief, anything goes!

August 12th: Jealousy/Protectiveness - What it says on the tin. Is there a mission or heist that involves one of them flirting with someone that gets the other riled up? How many times has Mick wanted or been able to do something to keep Lewis from hurting Len? Is the Oculus the only time Len's put himself in danger to save Mick? There's a lot of different possibilities here.

August 13th: Free day - Whatever you'd like to do! Your favorite polyam ship involving Coldwave? A topic you liked that didn't make the final seven? Take this final day to do something that wasn't covered on any of the other days this week.

You have a month to create fics/gifsets/any other kind of edits, so don’t wait too long to get started! Have fun!

[sanctuaryforalluniverses]

Coldwave Week 2017 fic: Partners

August 7th: Early lives/Teen or young adult years

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Mick had been sitting by the wall, staring at the flame of his stolen cigarette lighter, for more than an hour now. It was like Len wasn’t even there.

Which was better, really. He was heading back to Lisa tomorrow – who’d better be fine, or dear old Dad was going to wake up to a shank between the ribs – and he’d probably never see Mick again anyway. Len would go back to protecting Lisa from Lewis, and Mick would age out of juvie in six months and go off and do whatever the hell he wanted. They probably wouldn’t even run into each other on jobs, since Mick only seemed interested in burning stuff. Arsonists could get decent work, but they ran with different crews than thieves did.

Besides, it wasn’t like Mick would even care. It wasn’t a surprise – no one cared, really – even though Mick had taken on an entire gang to save Len’s life all those months ago. Even though he’d stuck by Len’s side ever since, making crazy eyes at anyone who looked at him funny and taking a few more shanks to the arm for his troubles. Even though he’d made Len feel safe for the first time in his entire fucking life.

That wasn’t… there’d probably been some ulterior motive to it. There always was.

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Coldwave week day six: jealousy Len gets jealous too

Len has never been the one to display jealousy that Lisa claims that he had hidden inside of him.

Ever.

Other times it's always been Mick who doesn't like the way that Len looks at someone, doesn't like the twinkle in his eyes as he chats with the latest Mark and Len has always hated that (not the sex of course because a jealous Mick makes for amazing sex) but he hates the way that Mick's hand would linger on his waist while they're out or the show of making sure that everyone saw the hickeys left behind him.

Most of the people on the waverider knew just who he belonged to and no one dared make a move.

But when it came to Len, and someone clearly not taking the hint that Mick Nathaniel Rory was clearly in a committed relationship.

“He was staring at your ass.” Len has Mick pressed against the wall, leaving kisses down his neck.

“I'm yours.”

“I know that-----”

“He didn't know that. And I didn't like the way that he was looking at you.”

Mick thrusts his hips forward, “the way that you dragged me out of there I'm sure that he knows too.”

Len smirks. “Good.”

[wreathedinscales]

[Day 3: Domestic]

I’m starting to think all my entries for this week are gonna be real short lol but I just can’t bring myself to go longer so. Hope you guys enjoy anyway!

[yovnggod]

Coldwave Week: Day 1 (Early Years)

“He’s been standing up for me ever since.”

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Coldwave Week 2017: day 5 - Hurt/Comfort 

[benjaminrussell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Supergirl (TV 2015), The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart Characters: Mick Rory, Leonard Snart, Kara Danvers Additional Tags: Earth-38 Series: Part 3 of Coldwave Week 2017 Summary:

Coldwave Week 2017 Day 4 - Alternate Earth

Their names are Mick Rory and Leonard Snart. To the outside world they're no-one special, but secretly they fight crime as the vigilantes Fire and Ice.

Largely ignored by both sides of the law, they're pretty surprised when Supergirl pays them a visit to ask for Mick's help.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Interconnect (ao3 link) - Chapter 6 Fandom: Flash, DC Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

Summary: Fate has decided that Leonard Snart and Mick Rory are soulmates.

Yeah, okay, they’re good with that.

(for @coldwaveweek2017)

A/N: Instead of doing different fics for coldwave week, I decided to do one with multiple chapters, each based on the various days.

Chapter 6: Jealousy/Protectiveness

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"How do you plead?" the court asks.

Mick glances at his lawyer, who nods.

"Not guilty, your Honor," Mick says. "By reason of curse."

He tries to sit down - his job's done at this point, unless the judge has any specific questions for him today - but the prosecutor, who'd been standing there looking smug, is squawking and the judge looks interested.

"Explain," the judge says.

"Your Honor," Mick's lawyer says, "the prosecution is correct that my client has a history of violence - specifically arson - and that the facts clearly show that he committed the actual act of murder here, but in the present instance, we're arguing that he couldn't help himself by reason of curse."

"There is no legal basis -" the prosecutor starts hotly, but the judge holds up a hand.

"What curse?"

"Soulmates, your Honor," Mick's lawyer says. "The individual in question was abusing my client's soulmate, causing him to react with excess violence."

"Soulmates," the judge echoes, frowning.

"There is some precedent, your Honor, albeit quite old," Mick's lawyer says. That's understating it - the cases they're submitting are over a hundred years old at least. "We'll be submitting them with our papers."

The judge is frowning, but he's also looking thoughtful. "Soulmates," he says again. "And his condition is certified?"

"Yes, your Honor. The certification was stamped and notarized by the hospital witch consultant that originally recognized the disorder upon his admission at age eleven -"

"How long ago was that?" the prosecutor snipes.

"- and again by the local hospital witch," Mick's lawyer continues, ignoring him, though he does add pointedly, "just last week."

Mick's moderately pleased that the restrictions on witchcraft in medical care have at least been lifted again, at least enough for the certification. Though getting and giving fortunes (and spells and curses) is still quasi-illegal...

"I'll accept it for now," the judge decides. "My sympathies to Mr. Rory. Is there anything else?"

"No, your Honor," both the prosecutor and Mick's lawyer say in unison, both rising to their feet for a moment to do so.

"Dismissed, then. I'll see you again in -" He checks his calendar. "Two weeks. Does 10:30 work for you?"

Again, a chorus of consent.

Mick walks out the side door, back to prison, but it's not long until his lawyer's scurrying out to see him. "Spoke with the prosecutor," he reports. "I think they'll give us a very favorable plea bargain, just to avoid the risk of creating new precedent that could be used by other cursed."

Mick nods. That'd been the plan all along. "And I won't have to testify?"

"For some reason," his lawyer, a very earnest Indian man named Rakesh Narayanan with a surprising capacity for subtle sarcasm, says, "I wasn't planning on letting you. Unless your position has changed from 'the bastard deserved it'?"

"Nope."

"Then no. Unless you insist - and it is ultimately up to you, I'm just your lawyer - no testifying."

"Probably for the best."

His lawyer rolls his eyes. "Tell Lenny to tell Lisa I said hi," he says. He'd been a friend of hers in school; he was pretty new at this whole defense lawyer business. "And - would it be wrong to say 'congratulations on your bereavement'?"

Mick smiles. "I'll pass it along," he promises.

He does, sitting in the van taking him back to Iron Heights.

"You're a dick," his handcuffs tell him, but Len doesn't sound displeased. "You didn't have to take the fall, you know."

"I've got a good defense," Mick points out. "And people get twitchy around people who kill members of their own family, even if it is their horribly abusive dads."

"Still..."

Mick feels a fond smile come on involuntarily. "You're mine, Lenny," he reminds him. "If I don't take care of you, who will?"

Len grumbles but agrees.

"Oh, and Len?"

"Yeah?"

"Congrats on your bereavement."

Len starts laughing. A little hysterically, but it's fine; Barry and the rest of the STAR Labs team is keeping a close eye on him while Mick gets prosecuted in his place. He's getting lots of therapy, which is good - after all, he's the one who killed Lewis, in the end, in order to protect Lisa.

Mick's just the one who burned the body.

It’s not the first or last thing he’d do for Len, taking this on his shoulders, and every time he does –

He’s proud.

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“You know I don’t like to talk feelings often,” Len says. “But lately, I find myself compelled to discuss ‘em.”

Mick, who’d been getting out of the shower and is still only clad in a towel, freezes up and stares at Len, bug-eyed.

“Feelings,” Len says meaningfully. “Recent ones.”

“Uh,” Mick says.

“Specifically,” Len continues, “I’ve noticed that I’ve started feeling – jealous.”

“Jealous?”

Len nods.

“Of what?”

“We agreed a long time ago that jealousy was probably an undeniable part of our –” Yeah, no, Len can’t manage to say ‘relationship’. “– of what we’ve got going on. After all, we never got a chance to choose each other. We just – are. So, sometimes jealousy’s gonna be a factor.”

Mick nods, very cautiously.

“And it ain’t like it hasn’t happened before. You remember – there was that whole thing with what’s his name, Trevor?”

“Oh, right,” Mick says. “The asshole who kept creeping on you behind your back and I thought he was stalking you so I got in his face and started following him to make him stop, except then you thought I was into the guy and flipped your shit?”

“I did not,” Len says with great dignity, “flip my shit.”

“You kneecapped him.”

“He deserved it. He deliberately sabotaged the job.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know it at the time. You just took credit later because it made you seem like a genius.”

Len shrugs. Mick’s not wrong. “We’re getting away from the point,” he says.

“And the point is – jealousy,” Mick says. “Uh. Are we kneecapping someone today, boss?”

He’s clearly running through every single person he’s interacted with in the last month and coming up empty.

“No,” Len says. “We’re older and wiser than we were during the Trevor incident –”

“That was only three years ago, boss. It hasn’t been that long.”

“Regardless,” Len stresses. “I thought it’d be better to talk about it. Like the reasonable adults we are.”

Mick looks horrified. “Are you sure we can’t go with the kneecapping?” he asks hopefully.

“Not in this case.”

“If it’s because it’s me you’re mad at, we could fight it out,” Mick offers. “I’d let you beat me up.”

“I’ll have you know that if I wanted to, I could beat you up without you letting me.”

“You just keep telling yourself that,” Mick says comfortingly. “But – really – does it have to be talking? About feelings?”

“I’m afraid so, Mick. This can’t be solved by anything less than that.”

Mick gulps but squares his shoulders grimly. “Okay,” he says. “Hit me.”

“Recently, I’ve been feeling that you’ve been focused on – other things. Other than me. Now, I’m not saying I’m high maintenance –”

“You are the most high maintenance,” Mick mumbles.

“Shut up, I’m talking here. I don’t need you to pay attention to me all the time. Hell, I’d probably punch you in the face if you did.”

Mick’s face is disbelieving, but Len glares at him and he nods in consent. Not agreement. Len knows the difference.

“That being said, I sometimes get jealous if I feel like you’re spending more time away from me than with me,” Len says. “If I see you putting all your focus somewhere else.”

“Do I get a name at any point here?” Mick asks.

“I’m getting there. I just want you to understand how I feel about your recent obsession, that’s all.”

“Wait,” Mick says. “Is this about the cooking class?”

“You spend all your time thinking up new things for it!” Len protests. “You’re always on the phone with your students, or with your co-workers, or trying new recipes – you’re even trying out for that stupid reality TV cooking show –”

“For the love of – that was a joke! The Great British Bake Off only takes Brits!”

“Either way, I barely see you, and –”

“You massive, massive hypocrite,” Mick says, gaping starting to turn into a grin. “You, who spends literally days on job planning? Who I have to literally pick up to take you away from your blueprints? Who I’ve had to sit on to get to go to sleep so you wouldn’t die?”

“You can go more than three days without sleep before you die,” Len grumbles. He’d never believed that study about it causing hallucinations, anyway. “I know you can. Besides, that’s our livelihood. Not some hobby.”

“My point remains: hypocrite.”

“I am not. That’s normal for me. This isn’t.”

“Awwwww, it’s okay,” Mick simpers at him. “I still love you more than my cooking class.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Len says primly.

Naturally, that’s when Mick’s eyes narrow. “And you wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t have an ulterior motive.”

Len widens his eyes innocently.

“Okay, now I’m worried. What’s your play here?”

“I can’t just want some assurances of your feelings?”

“No. Spill.”

Len resists for a few moments, but a glaring, grinning, mostly naked Mick is hard to resist.

Also, Len loves bragging about his ridiculous ideas.

“So, you know that joke you made about the reality TV show?” Len asks.

“…yeah?”

“Let’s say theoretically they were filming one in Central –”

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard the pitch.”

“No!”

“Superheroes and Supervillains,” Len says with glee.

Mick hesitates. “Do any of them even know how to bake?” he asks suspiciously.

“Harley,” Len replies promptly. “But Ivy’s nagging on her about salad. But seriously, think about it – the best of the worst. All the assholes we have to deal with. Baking. Scarlet even promised to make a appearances to help eat it all.”

Mick scowls at him.

“I’m getting Mardon to compete and made him promise he’d try to fry an egg with a lightning strike.”

“Okay, fine,” Mick groans. “I give in. I’ll listen to the pitch. But I’m warning you, I am not agreeing!”

“Of course not,” Len says soothingly. “Now, as I was saying…”

He knew that softening Mick up first would work.

[lacommunarde]

First Time - DC Coldwave Fic - The Flash verse

Leonard Snart, or Len as he now preferred to be called, squatted down in between Mick’s legs his fast, nimble fingers working as Mick self-conscious of himself and Len with all the people around them occasionally looking up from their books or whatever else they were doing and therefore with fingers itching for his lighter, which he promised Len and his shrink he wouldn’t light up in public. Len brushed his cheek against Mick’s thigh. Mick grunted and moved it away.

“Stay still, Mick,” came the admonition (a new word Len’s kid sister had just learned and had made sure he learned too in one terrifying day of babysitting, which he still had no idea how Len trusted him with her to let him babysit her).

Mick grunted again to show his displeasure with Len for taking so long, but sat still. “Aren’t you done yet?”

“It takes a while. Don’t want it to be uncomfy for you,” Len said, his curls bobbing. When Mick had met him in juvie, he had pretty close-cropped hair. Now though, he had decided to grow it out, something about the careful balance between looking sweet enough and responsible enough to raise Lisa to be able to get her free and healthy food without raising any alarm bells, and Mick just wanted to grab it and run his fingers through it. He figured Len had to have places on his head that felt great to be touched, and he would love to explore where those places were, but he also figured Len was ten alley cats in a bag and would spook if he ever dared. Len was like that.

Finally, Len sighed, pulling his head up, and Mick had to will away his dick getting hard, because Len between his legs, looking up with his blue eyes and excited as that, could get anyone hard. He prayed Len didn’t notice.

Len pushed himself up, gracefully, Mick had to wonder at how gracefully Len was able to do things on those boots. And then he reached out a hand to Mick, pulling him up too.

Mick exhaled and took a step, half expecting to totter and fall on the thin blades Len had just attached to his feet, but Len had tied his boots well, centered them under him and everything. So he had no excuse as Len took his hand and guided him over to the ice rink. Mick took a look at the rink before deciding that Len could freeze to death out there, there was no way he was going out there.

“Okay, remember what I told you?” Len asked, eyeing Mick.

Mick nodded. “You said to glide forward and stay over the ball of my foot, like running or fighting, and then to turn my other ankle sideways and push off of it. Then to bring it alongside the other and turn the other one and push off that one. And I understand but I’m going to fall on my face and break something, and then I won’t be able to defend either of us next time we’re in the can.”

Len pulled his hand. “Come on.” He nodded at the ice. “I’ll hang onto you.” Len got on the ice and began a slow glide back a couple feet.

Mick stepped onto the ice, lest he topple over on the skates. Len stopped to let Mick bring his other foot forward. Mick clung to Len with both hands. “Easy. Easy,” Len said, straightening Mick up by his elbows. “Now what did I tell you?”

Mick nodded. “Straighten up. Keep my weight over the balls of my feet.”

Len nodded.

Mick exhaled and did that.

“Now?” Len prompted.

“Push of the sides on my -.” He tried to do that while talking and ended up pushing himself forward into Len so quickly that he hugged on the man. “Snart! I’m going to fall!”

Len moved Mick’s arms to a gentler hold on his shoulders. “You ain’t gonna fall, Mick. Just, eyes on me. Got it?”

Mick nodded.

Len glided backwards. Mick knew all he’d had to do was wiggle his hips a few times, not even pick up his boots, before they got up a good glide, but Mick wasn’t looking down, only at Len’s face and Len’s gorgeous icy eyes.

Len met his eyes, chuckled a little, and licked his lips. “Like that?” he asked Mick after he was sure Mick wasn’t panicking.

“Uh huh,” Mick said, also licking his lips, because seeing Len lick his like that always made his mouth dry and his pants tight. At least he could be sure Len wasn’t looking down.

Len closed his eyes. Mick was certain it was because Len had seen his feelings and didn’t want to see them anymore – after all, he was just helping his friend learn to skate – but when he reopened them, his eyes showed no distaste or discomfort. “You ready?” he asked.

“For?”

Len shifted Mick’s arms down to clasp his hands and gave them both a little squeeze. “Remember, eyes up here.”

Mick nodded. Len pushed himself back and leaned forward on Mick’s hands, raising his leg up straight behind him. “Snart!”

Len squeezed his hands. “You got me. Just keep gliding.” Mick did. With Len’s legs up behind him and waist bent forward, he wasn’t keeping them moving so they slowed. Mick pushed sideways off his foot, like running. They glided forward. Mick laughed. “You got it, Mick.” Mick kept doing it, opposite foot this time.

Once they had done a full rotation around the rink, Len lowered his leg. Mick caught Len’s upper arm before he could break contact. “Snart,” Mick said.

Len met his eyes. There was anticipation and nervousness behind them and what Mick was sure was fear. Mick sighed.

“Thank you.”

Len reached up to squeeze the hand on his upper arm. “Not a problem.” He met Mick’s eyes with the same look of anticipation.

Mick smiled at him. Len smiled back then nodded at the ice rink again. “Shall we?”

“Sure thing.” They took each other hand and skated.

[coldwaveweek2017]

One Week Notice

Only one week until Day One of Coldwave week! Anyone else excited?

Here are the about and rules & guidlines pages, if you want to review them. 

You should be finishing up your edits if you’re planning to post them during the week, but anything posted within a month of the week ending will still be reblogged. A reminder to please put coldwaveweek2017 within the first five tags to have it reblogged here.

Here are the topics and their respective days if you need/want a reminder:

August 7th: Early lives/Teen or young adult years - Basically anything involving Mick and Len’s lives before The Flash started. We heard from Len how they met in juvie, but how exactly did it go down? Were they close right away or did they take a while to warm up to each other? What exactly happened with “Alexa”? As long as it takes place before the show, anything goes!

August 8th: Soulmate AU -  Characters having soulmates and hints to finding them is a tried and true fandom trope, and one that never gets old. Do Mick and Len realize they’re soulmates right away or does it take them a while? Are there complications? Do one or both of them have trouble accepting the idea? If you need ideas check here and/or here, or just search for soulmate aus.

August 9th: Domestic AU - There are a couple ways to interpret this. Is it an AU where they never became supervillains or criminals and are living a more domestic life? Or a glimpse at their lives together in canon outside of being Captain Cold and Heatwave? Do they fight over chores or the temperature on the thermostat? Who cooks? The possibilities are endless.

August 10th: Alternate Earth - What are Len and Mick’s lives like on another Earth? If Len is Mayor Snart on Earth-2 than who is Mick? Or is Lisa the mayor and Len has a different job? Is there an Earth where they’re both heroes or only one is a villain? Have their Earth-38 selves ever met Supergirl? Go wild!

August 11th: Hurt/Comfort - Another fandom favorite. Explore Len helping Mick through the fallout of being turned into Chronos. Maybe one of them gets injured on a mission or a heist and the other patches them up. Or maybe Len comes back from the Oculus a bit worn for wear and needs some help from Mick to get back to his old self. As long as there’s pain followed by fluff or at least relief, anything goes!

August 12th: Jealousy/Protectiveness - What it says on the tin. Is there a mission or heist that involves one of them flirting with someone that gets the other riled up? How many times has Mick wanted or been able to do something to keep Lewis from hurting Len? Is the Oculus the only time Len’s put himself in danger to save Mick? There’s a lot of different possibilities here.

August 13th: Free day - Whatever you’d like to do! Your favorite polyam ship involving Coldwave? A topic you liked that didn’t make the final seven? Take this final day to do something that wasn’t covered on any of the other days this week.

Hope you’re having fun working on this!

[cleverqueen]

A little late to the party, but I’m still totally doing Coldwave Week 2017. Yesterday’s post prompt was “Alternate Earth” -- wherein Captain Cold is a big name rock star; Mick Rory is his head roadie; and there’s an A&R rep who would to go to any lengths to separate them. (Also, Sara ships it.)

[theoriginalicreamqueen]

Len has trouble sleeping the night before a heist.