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1-imaginary-girl · 8 months

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Happy Birthday

Leonard Snart x Reader

Summary: It's Leonard's birthday, and you have a special gift for him. Reader is gender-neutral. (This takes place in The Flash universe, before Legends).

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1552

A/N: I keep adding new men to my master list but I can't help it! Wentworth Miller is just a beautiful individual and I've been obsessed with him as Captain Cold from the start.

It wasn’t the sun shining through his windows that woke him up. It wasn’t even the hustle and bustle of Central City. No, instead, Leonard woke up to the feeling of kisses peppering his face.

He immediately smiles before even opening his eyes. “G’morning,” he says in a husky voice. He hears you giggle. He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You’re next to him on the bed, leaned over so that your faces are close together. You have the brightest smile on your face, that lights him up from the sight of it. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, an angel in human form, but he’ll be damned if he gives you up.

His attention falls back to you as you speak. “Happy birthday!” you say excitedly, trying not to be too loud as he had just woken up. He looks confused before remembering. He had completely forgotten. But it seems as if you hadn’t.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, thoroughly waking Leonard up. He brings his hand up to hold your head but then you pull away giggling. He’s left looking jokingly dejected which gets him another quick kiss on his pouty lips. “You seem very excited.”

“Well duh! It’s your birthday. Birthdays are fun,” you say cheerfully.

“As long as you don’t throw me a surprise party, I’ll have fun.” You look offended.

“I think I know my boyfriend a little better than that,” you say which makes him smile. He takes you in, positively vibrating with joy and narrows his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks suspiciously. This only makes you smile wider.

“I got you something,” you say and before he can even comment, you’re off the bed. He instantly misses your warmth.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says, missing you but simultaneously drinking you in as he sits up. Your hair is a little tussled from the night before and he notices that you’re wearing his shirt which looks much better on you.

“Oh hush, of course I did!” you call from the closet. You quickly find what you’re looking for and turn with it behind your back. You’re biting down your grin, trying to contain your excitement now, but it’s all over your face. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

You make your way back over to the bed and place the gift in his lap. “I have a card for later,” you say. “But I need you to open this first.”

Leonard looks down at the delicately wrapped gift. The wrapping paper is dark blue with white polka dots. As soon as he touches it, he hears you take a sharp intake. When he looks back over at you, your excited energy has turned nervous. You’re rapidly looking from him to the gift. He reaches over to squeeze your hand, trying to help your nerves. It works, as you take a deep breath.

He returns to the gift and begins to unwrap it. Underneath the paper, is a plain white box. He glances over at you again and your eyes are trained on the box. Slowly, he opens it.

There, sitting on a sheet of parchment paper, is a hat. Not just any hat. It’s a dark blue winter hat, and it looks as if it’s been hand-knitted. He’s staring in disbelief, wondering why he’s tearing up at something as simple as a hat.

“Did you make this?” he whispers in awe, slowly reaching in and taking the hat into his hands. It feels comfortable and soft.

You clear your throat. “Y-yeah I did,” you say and Leonard looks at you with stars in his eyes because he can’t believe that his kind-hearted partner took the time to make something for him. You won’t meet his eyes, but if you did, you would see the love he has for you plastered on his face. “I, uh, I tried to match the colour to your coat.” You quickly add, “N-not that you would wear it on the job or anything, but it matches if you wear them together. Or it should.”

He noted that, the choice of colour syncing with his signature coat. “Y/N…” he says, for once at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you take his silence to mean something else.

“I-if you don’t like it, I can get you something else! It’s not that great considering it was my first time knitting, you know I wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it I would totally under—”

Before your nervous ramblings got worse, Leonard leaned over and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You hesitate, confused for a moment, before leaning into it. You pull away, looking at Leonard for the first time and seeing an absolutely giddy smile, which confuses you even more but puts a smile on your face.

“I love it,” he says, looking into your eyes. You can tell he isn’t lying.

“Really?” you ask with tentative hopefulness. He pulls back to look at it some more.

“Yes!” he says and relief crashes down on you. He sees you smiling again. “In fact…” Leonard takes his new hat and puts it on, instantly warming his head. Your eyes widen.

“You don’t have to wear it—”

“Of course I do, it’s my new favourite hat,” he says with a smile. The thought of wearing something you made special for him warms his heart. He can tell that you’re still not entirely convinced. You set your lips into a straight line before leaning over to take the hat off. But Leonard’s quicker and he leans back, causing you to fall onto his chest.

You giggle as he says, “Are you trying to steal my hat? On my birthday of all days?” This causes you to giggle harder which makes him chuckle. You look up at him with nothing but love in your eyes and his heart still manages to skip a beat after all this time.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, finally accepting his words to be true.

“How could I not? It’s from you,” he says softly. You bury your face in his chest as you blush which makes him laugh again. Then you lean up and plant kisses all over his face as you did before.

You pause as your faces are inches away from one another. “Happy birthday Leonard,” you say again. He smiles and before he can respond, you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and slow and full of love. When it starts to become more passionate, you pull back biting your lip.

He tries to reconnect your lips but you turn away. “We have to save some for later,” you say with a wink. He groans but gives up as you settle on his chest. As he looks at you, he realizes that you’re the best gift he could ever receive. He wonders if that’s too corny to say out loud. Either way, he sighs in content. He could stay like this, the two of you in bed together, for the rest of the day—

You suddenly sit up, taking your warmth away from him. “Time to make your birthday breakfast!” you say excitedly. You start to move off the bed but he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Can’t we just stay like this in bed all day?” he asks, leaning his head against your back and planting a kiss there. But you wriggle your way out of his grip.

“As nice as that sounds, no can do. I have a whole day planned for you.” As much as he protests to getting out of bed, he really appreciates what you’ve done for him. “So up and at ‘em!”

You skip out of the bedroom towards the kitchen and he groans again, hearing your giggle echo from down the hall. But then he smiles and climbs out of bed, slowly following you. He almost forgets he’s wearing the hat but doesn’t want to take it off. He has a feeling this might be his best birthday yet.

Bonus scene:

The next day at work, one of the rogues is talking with Mick when Leonard walks in. His appearance causes both of them to stop, and not just because he’s in charge.

Along with his infamous blue jacket, Leonard Snart is wearing a new, knitted blue hat. At first, they don’t know what to say. They just stare as he walks by. But then the rogue decides to speak up.

“Hey boss, what the hell are you wearing?” the man asks. Leonard pauses in his tracks and slowly turns to face him with a glare set on his face.

“A hat,” he says, obviously. Then his hand moves to his cold gun and powers it on. “Care to comment on it?”

The man’s eyes widen. “N-no, it looks great,” the man says with a nervous smile. Leonard says nothing more, slowly removing his hand from the gun before walking away. Once he’s out of hearing distance, the man turns to Mick. “You think Y/N made it for him?”

“Oh absolutely,” Mick responds.

From that day on, the hat became a part of Captain Cold’s look.

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levitiquee · 7 months

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Cold outside.

“Levi, whatcha making?”

“Mm.”

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It was a question you asked him everyday. Everyday when you caught him back in the couch with his crochet tools, his hands moving as he looped the hook one after another. And it was a question he ignored everyday.

But you watched eagerly. Even without two fingers, how he managed to keep working so effortlessly and flawlessly was mind-blowing to you, because the last time you attempted it, you ended up with only a huge mess of yarn. Yet, he did it as easily as if he’d been doing it for years.

After the war ended, the two of you found yourself with these huge stretched periods of free time that none of you know what to do with. It was specially harder for him, living his whole life constantly working, never taking a second to relax. Work is all he ever knew. Now that it was all over, he was overwhelmed how absurdly long days are. Not that he actually minded, he absolutely loved having more hours to spend with you. But it was the feeling of uselessness that took over him. With his physical state, there wasn’t a lot of physical activities he could do to keep himself busy either.

That’s when you started experimenting. You started trying out things with him, cooking, reading, sewing (He was good at all of them) but surprisingly it was crochet that stuck with him. (Despite his initial protests that it was for old people and how it doesn’t suit him.) So, since then, you often found him sitting on the couch, fiddling with his yarn and hooks and whatsonot. He’s even made a lot of little household things and so, though he gets embarrassed whenever he sees you actually using them. You adored them though, they were beautiful.

It was only recently he started working on a certain something. Something he refused to tell you or even let you see it. And curiosity ate you up from inside, (Because what could it possibly be that he has to hide from you?), but you always gave up after trying for a few minutes, because first of all, the man was absolutely stubborn and pestering Levi usually never ended well.

But you asked the question everyday.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what you’re making?”

“Maybe. If you stop bugging me.”

“Is it for me?’’ You asked, grinning. “Is that why you’re shy?”

He never answered, only shifted his work a little more out of your sight.

You still watched him though. How could you not? It was such an elegant sight, the way he has his eyes all narrowed in concentration, fingers working carefully. Sometimes, he does this thing where he bites down on his lip, and you don’t think he even realizes that, but holy shit, did it get you feeling all gooey.

But then again,everything Levi Ackerman does has you feeling that way.

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“What’s taking you so long?” You called out, rubbing your hands together. It was the end of December, it only started snowing since last weekend. To say the weather was freezing would be an understatement, Levi practically had to drag you out of the covers every morning. And even now, all bundled up in jackets and sweaters and gloves and socks, you could still feel the cold poking your skin. You puffed out little foggy breaths, watching them as they faded away.

“You’re shivering, idiot.”

Hand clasped on your shoulder, turning you around. Before you even got to blink, Levi was wrapping something warm around your neck clumsily.

"It's cold outside." He muttered under his breath as an explanation.

You let out a sigh of relief almost immediately, soaking in the bundle of heat. It was so soft, fluffy, warm and…

A scarf?

Your hands reached out to feel it, and it was as you thought.

You looked up and Levi was already turning away, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward.

“Wait!” You stopped him, pulling back your hands.

“What? Weren’t you the one eager to go for a walk?” He turned around, looking at you, confused.

“But..” You trailed off, looking down at the white wool, fingers still feeling the softness. “Did you..did you make this Levi?”

Levi was silent for a few seconds, then gave the slightest nod, his eyes on the ground.

Your jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“...do you not like it?” He glanced up, voice timid. Almost as if he’s scared you’ll say no.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you kidding?” You blinked, you were feeling so many things, you couldn’t even begin to sort them out. “Levi..that’s what you’ve been doing? This is for me?”

“You’re the one wearing it, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, choking on your emotions. Levi showing affection such way was so rare, but when he really did, they were always things you never even thought of. When he did something, he always gave his most.

You brought up one hand to wipe the little tears that formed on your eyes. “Oh wow, I’m crying.” You let out a little laugh. “I might start bawling,.”

“What the–” He frowned, reaching out to you but hand pausing midair, unsure what to do. “I’m…sorry?”

“Oh, Levi, it’s not that.” You let out a half snort. This absolute clueless idiot.

“Well, you’re acting weird. Did you like it or not?”

“I..” You inhaled. “Levi, you fool. I love it.”

And Levi exhaled, his shoulders finally relaxing. “That’s..” He mumbled, glancing at you. “That’s good then.”

And you stared at him for a few seconds, relief washed over his features. His cold gray eyes holding a warmth that was only ever reserved for you. The tips of his ear and nose were red, as it always was when he was flustered or embarrassed. There were flakes of snow on his hair, the night breeze blowing his bangs away from his face, ruining what was always so carefully combed.

He looked like an angel. Something ethereal sent from the heavens above.

It was so surreal, you had to pinch yourself.

“Ow.” You mumbled.

He was quick to grab your hand. “Now, what the hell was that for?” He demanded.

“Huh?” You looked up, still in a daze. “Just..” And your face broke into a stupid, stupid smile. You suddenly felt so unbelievably gleeful. “Just really happy.”

He wasn’t sure what one had to do with the other, but he stared at you. Unpredictable, always so. But it was so easy to make you happy. It makes him feel sometimes as though he doesn't deserve this.

Even after so many years of being with you, your smile had never failed to tug his heart. And suddenly, he felt like that young teenager he was when he first met you, when he couldn’t even greet you casually without stuttering over his words. Just as flustered, just as stupid, just as shy.

Next thing you know, he was pulling you by the very scarf, leaning down to press his lips against yours, trying to tell you all the things he never really had the courage to say out loud. That he was so grateful. And he wants to say thank you, thank you for staying alive, for not leaving, for giving him a chance, for always sticking with him, for giving him a taste of what living feels like.

And he's telling you I love you over and over, he hopes this is enough. Enough for you to convey how his heart feels because his tongue geys tied up everytime he tries. He wishes he could burn the words against your lips. Because he's always so scared that you might never really understand how grateful he is and how important you are.

"I love you."

You pulled away to breathe, stumbling out the words, exhaling out a cloud of fog. You looked up, wide eyes reassuring him you know. Reassuring him that It's okay if he never really says it, but you know.

“I love this and I love you.”

Levi gulped and nodded, hoping to let you know that he felt the same. Except he was a coward and you were not.

It was enough for you though. You shot a bright grin, cheeks all red. Giddily, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“Easy.” He said. “You’ll slip.”

You hummed, waving away his words. “I’m never taking it off by the way.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m serious. And I’m going to show it off to everyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

And then you blabbered some more nonsense things that he couldn’t really focus on as he was more busy watching you and the way your eyes shone.

“I love you,” He whispers quietly to himself.

Maybe one day, he’ll finally be able to say that out loud.

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howtokillavampire · 8 months

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I just had the most stressful social outing, I must now retire to my bed chambers and partake in the leisurely activity of reading fictional stories of two middle aged men having homosexual relations

#fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #ao3 #archive of our own #coldflash #captain cold #superbat #drarry #mattimir #hannigram #tag as many more as you can think of

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aliengirl99 · 7 months

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Fic of the week

I'll be recommending one of my favorite fanfics once or twice a week. This week's is;

A coldflash 5+1 fic. Absolutely adorable, total fluff. Also sorry for disappearing, stuff happened. Anygay, remember to read the tags yourself.

Enjoy!

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic recommendation #fanfic of the week #fic of the week #coldflash #barry allen #leonard snart #the flash #captain cold

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zemkzone · 3 months

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I’m not sending Scarlet in there without knowing what he’s getting into.

— Leonard Snart to Mick Rory, Ch18 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

Chapter'll be up on March 29!

#coldflash #fic teaser #coldflash fanfiction #leonard snart #captain cold #the flash #cw the flash #mick rory #heatwave #the author regrets nothing #though she is very sleep-deprived

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 4 months

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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x11 Going Home

Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 670

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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She’d had the dream again just before her alarm went off. The details were fuzzy and indistinct and she could never quite remember what happened when she woke, but it always ended the same way. She and Henry were in her car. She looked in the rear view mirror, and she saw this group of people standing there. One of the women had her hands raised, and there was green and purple smoke enveloping all of them. She didn’t know why, but Emma always felt an intense sadness at this point in the dream.

And then it was all gone–the people, the smoke, the sadness. It was just her and her kid cruising down the road on a bright sunny day.

There was probably some deep underlying meaning in it all–or so she’d think if she went in for all that dream interpretation crap.

Anyway, she had the dream pretty frequently, probably about once a month, although for a few weeks there at the beginning of the year she’d had it nearly every other night.

Emma shook her head slightly and went back to her task at hand, stirring the eggs, flipping the pancakes, thinking about her day ahead. It was Saturday so she and the kid were having their normal weekend big breakfast. After that, she needed to get to work. She was so close to catching her latest skip. If she was lucky, she’d nab him tonight and still have time to make it to her date with Walsh.

She couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing when it came to her relationship with Walsh. Oh she loved him and all, but he was just…comfortable. Somehow she felt like there should be more in a relationship, more passion, more desire, just…more, but hey. Walsh was a good guy; he got along great with her kid, and they just kind of meshed.

Better a kind of boring relationship than an exciting one where the guy left you holding the bag for his crime and you ended up going to prison for it.

She had just handed the cinnamon to Henry and sat down to dig into her breakfast when the knocking started–and her heart started pounding in time with the knocking. Sometimes in life there were moments where you get a sixth sense, where you just know something momentous is going to happen.

Brushing aside her fancy, Emma went to the door and opened it to see him. She didn’t know who this strange man dressed like a pirate was, but she knew him. It made no sense, but she was pretty sure he was one of the people in the dream she was always having.

He was spouting nonsense about her family needing her and how he knew she didn’t remember but he could make her.

And then he swooped in and kissed her, and God help her, for a split second her knees almost gave out at the rightness of it, the relief, the feelings, the joy.

But then reality set back in, and she did what she should have done the moment he took a step toward her–she kneed him in the family jewels and slammed the door in his face.

Her brow furrowed as she licked her lips, still tasting of him, and the unsettling feelings continued.

“Who was that?” Henry asked, going back to his pancakes.

It was enough to snap her out of it once and for all.

“No idea,” she said, ambling back toward the table. “Someone must have left the door open downstairs. Come on; let’s eat.”

Notes:–How could I not write my drabble on this scene? I am fairly certain I literally screamed when I watched this episode live and saw who it was on the other side of the door. This was the moment I was 100% certain that Captain Swan was endgame and it was glorious. Given that this was the mid-season finale, I considered this scene my very first Christmas present of the year.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#season 3 rewatch drabbles #cs fanfiction #ouat fanfiction #my fanfiction #3x11 going hom #emma swan #killian jones #captain swan #you can pry my headcanon that Emma had at least dreams or flashes of remembrance of her real life from my cold dead hands

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longitudinalwaveme · 7 months

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The Flash Rogues/Hunger Games Crossover That No One Knew They Wanted!

In a fit of insanity, I have decided to write a Hunger Games fanfiction that features the Flash characters as if they were a part of the Hunger Games universe.

Here are the characters who are going to appear in this bizarro version of the 56th Annual Hunger Games. Flash characters will be italicized

Capitol Residents

President Coriolanus Snow (obviously)

Caesar Flickerman (again, this is a given)

Paul Gambi: District 6 Stylist. (He's the Rogues' tailor in the Flash comics, after all.)

Dexter Miles: District 6 Escort. (This somehow seemed appropriate.)

District 1 Residents

Osgood Rathaway: Mayor of District 1

Rachel Rathaway: Osgood’s wife

Hartley Rathaway: Male Tribute, age 12. Osgood and Rachel’s son.

Sapphire Steele: Female Tribute, age 18 (Volunteer)

District 2 Residents

Aurelius Stone: Male Tribute, age 18 (Volunteer)

Claudia Remington: Female Tribute, age 18 (Volunteer)

District 3 Residents

Giovanni Giuseppi: Male Tribute, age 13.

Mindy Hong: Female Tribute, age 13.

District 4 Residents

Mags Flanagan: Winner of the 11th Hunger Games, mentor to Digger.

George “Digger” Harkness: Male Tribute, age 16 (Volunteer)

Azure O’Rourke: Female Tribute, age 17 (Volunteer)

District 5 Residents Roscoe Dillon: Male Tribute, age 15.

Mayella Day: Female Tribute, age 17.

District 6 Residents

Fred Chyre: Mayor of District 6

Larry Snart: Former Peacekeeper. Father to Len and Lisa.

Jay Garrick: Victor of the 15th Hunger Games; only living victor from District 6. Mentor to Len and Lisa.

Leonard Snart: Male Tribute, age 17 (Volunteer). Narrates half the story.

Lisa Snart: Female Tribute, age 12. Narrates the other half of the story.

Roy Bivolo: Age 12. Reaped for the Games; Len takes his place when he volunteers.

District 7 Residents

Pine Rookwood: Male Tribute, age 16.

Sierra Fox: Female Tribute, age 17.

District 8 Residents

Richard Swift: Victor of the 17th annual Hunger Games. Mentor to Sam Scudder.

Sam Scudder: Male Tribute, age 15.

Martha Scudder: Sam’s mom. (This one is a Flash OC.)

Bobbi Weaver: Female Tribute, age 16.

District 9 Residents

Marco Mardon: Male Tribute, age 16. (Volunteer)

Claudio Mardon: Marco’s older brother, age 17. Reaped for the Games; Marco takes his place when he volunteers.

Isabela Daniels: Female Tribute, age 15.

District 10 Residents

Mick Rory: Male Tribute, age 18.

Iris West: Female Tribute, age 17.

Barry Allen: Iris' boyfriend, age 17.

District 11 Residents

Jennifer Conners: Female Tribute, age 15. (Another Flash OC of mine.)

Thomas Henry: Male Tribute, age 17.

District 12 Residents

Albert Desmond: Male Tribute, age 17.

Rita Jones: Albert’s girlfriend, age 17.

Lilybet Thompson: Female Tribute, age 14.

The first chapter of the story, Cold Fire, has been posted on AAO3 if you're interested.

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writing-desk-rae · 1 year

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ColdFlash Prompt 13

Captain Cold has an Instagram account.

Other social media alternatives accepted

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thegreatwicked · 6 days

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WIP Title Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @split-spectrum! Lord, my WIPs are not quite out of control BUT there are quite a few of them! I'll divide them up into two categories; fanfiction and original!

Fanfiction:

Armitage (Hux x OC)

In Service to the Night Sisters (Opress Brothers x OCs)

Moonlight Rendezvous (Maul x OC)

Padawan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

50 Shades of Obi-Wan (Obi-Wan x Reader Insert)

Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan x OC)

The Generals Wife (Hux x OC)

Shadows of Deception (Roman Sionis x OC)

Take off the Mask, Baby (Roman Sionis x Reader Insert)

Healing Hands (Jason Todd x OC)

Claiming the Red Hood (Jason Todd x OC)

Bayou and the Burrow (Charlie Weasley x OC)

Read to Me (Matt Murdock x OC)

We Were Cursed (Jefferson/Mad Hatter x OC)

It's No Good (Soldier Boy x OC)

Second Son (Soldier Boy x OC)

Tribute to the Horde (Dothraki OC x OC)

1001 Nights of Mischief (Loki xOC)

Professional Courtesy (DC Captain Cold x OC)

Forgive Me (Malik x OC)

Binding (Malik x OC)

Originals:

Call Me Love

Thanks for the Ride

Eternally Yours

Dive

Not your Fucking Grieving Widow

All works listed above are smut and not meant for anyone under 18. Lord give me strength to get through these WIPs before more appear!

No pressure tags! @hereticpriest @decembermidnight @burnthecheshirewitch @keffirinne @daenerys-skywalker @chaotickimchi @viskarenvisla @maulfvckers

Lets see those WIPs!

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captain-cold-approved · 3 months

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a small collection of coldflash fanfics i have written/am writing:

So Long, Scarlet Speedster - 4.6k Time travel wump. Lots of angst my loves.

Give it Time - 700 words Len kills someone who deserves it.

Ghosting Along - 700 words Len's ghost watches Barry as he visits the Rogue's Graves.

Apple Pie and Other Warm and Fuzzy Feelings - 5.6k Tooth rotting fluff of Barry meeting Mick Rory's daughter who loves the Flash. (I don't always write angst.)

The Ice Beast of Central City - 4.2k HalfBad Au! Len has magical abilities and runs the mob in Central. Barry works as a speedster for the police force bent on stopping him. Unfinished.

more to come >:^))

#coldflash #captain cold #the flash #barry allen #leonard snart #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #cw the flash #wump #coldflash fanfiction #domestic coldflash #im currently writing a coffee shop au and a soulmate vampire hunter au and a 5 + 1 fic #lots of things cooking in my brain rn

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pirates-and-coffee · 1 year

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"Ghost."

Short fanfic with gender neutral reader.

Warning: Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash spoiler.

I warned you.

A bit of a premise: No ships here.

About: You're the youngest Legend and were particularly bound to Leonard and Mick. After Leonard's death, you're still broken. Then, something happens.

Enjoy.

“--get the hell out of my head.”

A little smile appeared on his pink, cold lips as Leonard turned the back to a drunk, mumbling Mick. Another bite on his conscience, a bit nearer to the result he was aiming to. But for that night he could go back to Thawne. He started making his way out of the room, entering the corridor, when someone bumped on him, making him stop. Against his chest, to be more exact. A soffocated groan reached his ears. That was a kid. A kid, wearing a too big sweatshirt and jeans. No shoes.

The blue-iced eyes widened.

“Ugh- sorry, man, I can't find-” you reopened yours, tired. Leonard never knew what you couldn't find; as soon as you recognized him, tears started to wet your cheeks. “Len?”, a whisper, the hands reaching for his face. “Oh my god, am I crazy too, am I having an allucination?”

He didn't know how to reply. He didn't know what you were doing on that timeship. He grabbed your hands, looking away. Only to make things worse.

“Oh my god, I can touch you, you're fucking real.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, trying to contain himself. He wanted to hug you so badly. He had missed you so much... but obviously to you it was only passed a little time since his death. “What are you doing up?”

It took a while.

“I saw you dying, Len.” Your voice was cracking. “I was there and I saw you dying.”

Think. Fast. Only a few more instants and you'd start crying to the point you'd feel like drowning. He sighed. “You fell asleep on the floor again.”

“...what-”

“You used to do it a lot.” His voice softened, leaning towards you to move a hair away from your eye. “You're dreaming, kid. You must miss me a lot.”

You looked confused, but buying it. “I- I do...” you cried, “You shouldn't have to do that-- I should've taken your place instead! You shouldn't have to die-- fuck all that legends stuff- fuck Rip, fuck those fucking Time Masters-- if only... if only... you shouldn't have to die, Len, you shouldn't have to die...”

“What are they doing here?!”

He was furious. He couldn't stop hissing with anger at Thawne.

“You didn't tell me they were here. You didn't tell me they were with them.”

“It was irrilevant.”

“Irrilevant?”

“Why are you so worried about that child, Snart?”

“I'm not-”

“Alright, look. We could let them live. To keep you calm. Them and your partner. But only them.”

“...yes. Only them.”

Only they mattered, after all.

#leonard snart #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #leonard snart x reader #fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfic #fanfiction #lot #lot fanfiction #captain cold #captain cold x reader #captain cold imagine #leonard snart imagine #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow spoilers

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howtokillavampire · 7 months

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your honor, i swear it was going to be a 500 word ficlet. i didn't mean for the extra 4k to happen, I was simply possessed by a singular grain of genius and had to see it through

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thefastestqueeralive · 6 months

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Ice in the Clouds

Hey hey hey, guess who wrote more gay stuff even though he has enough on the go already hahaaa

Please enjoy some ColdFlash born of life-threatening circumstances <3 This is the first of 3 pieces in a little series called Chill, Spark, Burn

#the flash #leonard snart #barry allen #captain cold #coldflash #cw the flash #fanfic #thefastestqueerwrites #thefastestqueeralivewrites #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #fanfiction #archive of our own

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zemkzone · 2 months

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[...] you’re not listening. I’m not leaving you to deal with Lewis on your own.

— Barry Allen to Leonard Snart, Ch19 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

In honor of the Anti-Monitor Crisis (welp, if our lives are irrevocably changed, its not like we'll NOTICE, right?), the chapter will be up on Thursday, April 25, 2024!

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #captain cold #the flash #cw the flash #the author regrets nothing #they're idiots your honor #fanfiction #fic teaser #spoiler alert #wip snippet #lewis snart is a piece of garbage #lewis snart

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jaesincorrectquotes · 2 years

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enchanted to meet you🧊

|| Song Fic based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift

|| Pairings: Leonard Snart

|| Note: This is part 1. I'm not gonna finish the song. part 2 will be based on a different song but still somehow connected to this one.

|| Story under the cut

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter faking smiles, same old tired lonely place

You woke up on a rooftop with a splitting head ache along with a few other people. The only ones you recognized were Ray and Sara. Then you hear a voice "Glad to see your all awake." The man introduced himself as Rip Hunter. He then told us all about Vandal Savage and showed us what the city would look like 150 years from now. He left an address with Professor Stein.

Walls of insincerity,shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

10 minutes since Rip lied. You were sitting in a corridor with your back to the wall. Until you felt someone sit beside you. You looked up to see him. "Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing all by herself." You lifted a small smile saying "Thinking."

All i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

He gave a smirk and said "Leonard Snart, nice to meet you." You rolled your eyes, gave a low chuckle and said "I know who you are." And he looked at you and said "And you are Y/n Y/l/n." You looked at him and said "Are you stalking me or something?" He laughed "Just interested, is all."

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ladylucksrogue · 1 month

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A continuation of the prompt Broken.

After making sure Fox is alright, Cody goes to talk to Rex.

#angstpril2024 #star wars #fanfiction #day 25 #cold shoulder #commander cody #captain rex

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