#coldflashweeks2018

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Day Five - Tattoo/Flower shop AU

Stay tuned for more teasers leading to my full contribution for ColdFlash week on the last day, which will bring together all 7 prompts.

Written for Coldflash Week 2018 B, Day 4: Roommates. @coldflashweeks

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When Barry Devoe had learned that he had been adopted he wasn’t surprised, he hadn't looked like his parents at all. But when he learned about his murdering brother, Malcolm “Eddie” Allen, and that he escaped the asylum his life took a turn for the worst. Now he was hiding out with Eddie’s doctor, Dr. Leonard Snart, hoping that after this that they’d live to tell the tale...and get some coffee.

Barry doesn't quite know why he hisses a curse under his breath and plasters himself to the peeling wall of the diner when he sees Len being dragged to a police car by two very irritated officers. Judging by the way one of them is wiping the back of his hand over his jaw, Barry would guess that Len put up a good fight, but he had likely been surprised, or just unlucky. Well. When Barry set out on this ridiculous road-trip to mend his broken heart, he surely did not intend for it to end with him rooting for a criminal. The word still smarts when Barry thinks about it; if he were to be fair, he would have to admit that Len never lied to him, except by omission. And when exactly is a good time to tell a stranger 'oh, by the way, I have $10 million dollars worth of diamonds in my back pocket'? Barry wishes he hadn't been so incredibly lonely that he found out the right moment for that confession is apparently when the guy you've been making out with puts his hand on your ass and discovers said diamonds for himself. Len hadn't denied anything, just smirked in that irritatingly confident way of his, nodding when Barry said he needed a moment to decide whether he'd be kicking the hitchhiking thief out of his car right here at the run-down gas-station slash diner in the middle of Nowhere, Nebraska. It shouldn't have been a difficult decision, but Barry has grown used to the easy companionship, the teasing, the warmth that filled the hole where his heart used to be whenever Len let him steal his fries. And now, here he is, watching the irritating man being taken away, as well thieves should be. Trouble is, Barry doesn't feel relief. Part of it is that he wishes they had an opportunity to talk this through - no, that Barry had an opportunity to appeal to the good he knows is in Len's heart. Part of it is that Len, the bastard, is wearing Barry's red hoodie. The one in which Barry knows he's left his ID, and possibly also his credit card. Which leaves him before a new dilemma: break Len out or forever have the stain of being associated with a criminal on his record.

Leonard Snart was the most notorious thief in Central City and he worked for the most powerful mob in said city. When he was just a young teen his father had a debt with them and had paid it giving his own son to them, and since that day he has been part of that big family.