#tw frostbite

i had a blast making this!! it gave me chills multiple times, cause blake needs serious help 😭 this is a sort-of au of mt. silver blake, as in: what if we cranked up the denial knob up several notches? sorry, red. the support from my tumblr moots (you know who you are <3) and my partner in crime @awesomejedie helped me push through completing this, so thank you so much to everyone aaa!! we all Care him and Kill him together. i would absolutely love to hear any interpretations, analyses, or thoughts in the tags heheha

VERY heavily based on/ referenced from this hauntingly beautiful fan-amv of urapocere by @pirateflavor - translations by Tackmyn Y.

and the initial spark for me to make this was this perfect blake fanart i found and this rlly well-illustrated gravity falls version by @dandeleon

Your breath comes out in puffs, hanging in the air for a moment before dissipating into the falling snow. It's been coming down for a few hours now — just enough to turn everything pretty without screwing up the roads.

The both of you had come outside a while ago, playing around and exchanging a few snowballs, but now that you're both standing still, admiring the snow, the chill is starting to set in. You're freezing, actually, and you shiver despite yourself. When you glance in his direction, you find that he's already looking your way.

Bart Allen

You swear your teeth are actually chattering.

"Cold?" Bart teases. His face is tinted pink and his hair's a snowy mess, but the look is endearing on him.

"No. Not at all," you deadpan.

"See, I didn't think you were," he continues, pulling your hands into his own. "Just figured I'd check."

You laugh quietly when he brings your hands close to his face and starts blowing on them in an attempt to warm them up. "How responsible of you."

"I know, right?"

"My hero."

Bart looks up at you, then, through snowflake-dusted lashes, and when he speaks, his words are laced with a honeysweet sincerity that has your insides melting despite the bitter cold. "I try."

You say his name, quiet and soft as the falling snow. For a moment, you feel like a speedster — caught in a moment of time where you're the only two people in the world.

He fixes you with a smile, breaking the trance, and presses a kiss to the back of your hands. "C'mon. I'm sure I've got hot chocolate mix inside."

Kon-el Kent

"This is so not fair," you say, crossing your arms over your chest to try and warm yourself up. "I mean, you can't even get cold! Why even bother wearing that jacket?"

Kon hums, closing the distance between the two of you and rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "Aw, c'mon. You're building character."

"I have plenty of character as is, thank you very much."

"Don't I know it," he grins.

You roll your eyes and open your mouth to speak, but another shiver has the words dying in your throat.

Kon frowns. "Can't have that."

Before you can ask what he plans on doing about your predicament, he shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

"You're right. I should've put this thing to better use a long time ago."

You reach up and run your fingers over the spikes on the shoulders. "You think it suits me?"

"Everything suits you."

Kon steps closer, then, adjusting the collar so it lays flat. There's barely a breath between you.

"You know," he starts, fingertips lingering near your collarbone, "Maybe we should stay out a while longer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he affirms. "Call me selfish, but I like seein' you in my jacket."

Jaime Reyes

Jaime's gaze drifts the way it always does when the scarab's speaking. After a few moments, his dark eyes drift to you. "We should get you inside."

"What? Did scarab say I have early onset frostbite?" You joke.

"No," he says, slinging an arm over your shoulders, "But scarab did say that your body temperature was, quote, 'below optimal operating standards,' and I'm pretty sure keeping you in good shape is the one thing we agree on."

"That's sweet," you say, tipping your head against his shoulder. "Can you tell scarab I say thank you?"

Jaime huffs out a laugh. "That's not really how it works."

"Well, tell scarab anyway. For me."

"And what about me, huh? Where's my thank you?"

"You'll get it when my whole body isn't numb."

"Ooh, careful," Jaime grins, "That sounds like a symptom of early onset frostbite."

"Shut up," you laugh, knocking your shoulder against him. "Not funny."