Fandom: The Flash Pairings: Barry Allen/Iris West, Barry Allen/Leonard Snart Rating: G Summary: Leonard goes to a wedding.
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Leonard Snart never thought himself a particularly optimistic man, all things considered-- life was hard, and it owed no one any favors.
Least of all, him.
Most people would probably think that it was enough of a miracle that he was even here at the wedding, that Barry and Iris were crazy for inviting him and even crazier for actually keeping a seat open for him at all. On the groom's side, no less, and wasn't that sweet?
It was raining, a light spring shower that was just enough to make the grass spongy beneath Leonard's shoes. Some of the wedding guests, like Leonard, were clustered beneath the pavilion set up for the reception, but Barry and Iris refused to be chased inside.
Water sparkled in Iris' veil like diamonds, and Barry's face, when Leonard could bring himself to look, was full of such adoration and wonder that Leonard couldn't even find it in himself to be jealous.
It was special, and Leonard. Well.
He was stealing time that didn't belong to him.
He kept his eyes focused on Barry, memorizing the shade of his green eyes, the curve of his terribly sincere smile, and from the corner of his eye he watched the glow of the Oculus grow brighter, more inexorable.
Eventually, even this echo of his existence would be gone.
Maybe he was a little envious of Iris after all.
Leonard stole a glass of champagne from a passing tray and smirked at Detective West before he raised his glass in a silent toast for the happy couple.
Fic: I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues
Pairings: Barry Allen/Iris West, Barry Allen/Leonard Snart
Rating: G
Summary: Leonard goes to a wedding.
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Leonard Snart never thought himself a particularly optimistic man, all things considered-- life was hard, and it owed no one any favors.
Least of all, him.
Most people would probably think that it was enough of a miracle that he was even here at the wedding, that Barry and Iris were crazy for inviting him and even crazier for actually keeping a seat open for him at all. On the groom's side, no less, and wasn't that sweet?
It was raining, a light spring shower that was just enough to make the grass spongy beneath Leonard's shoes. Some of the wedding guests, like Leonard, were clustered beneath the pavilion set up for the reception, but Barry and Iris refused to be chased inside.
Water sparkled in Iris' veil like diamonds, and Barry's face, when Leonard could bring himself to look, was full of such adoration and wonder that Leonard couldn't even find it in himself to be jealous.
It was special, and Leonard. Well.
He was stealing time that didn't belong to him.
He kept his eyes focused on Barry, memorizing the shade of his green eyes, the curve of his terribly sincere smile, and from the corner of his eye he watched the glow of the Oculus grow brighter, more inexorable.
Eventually, even this echo of his existence would be gone.
Maybe he was a little envious of Iris after all.
Leonard stole a glass of champagne from a passing tray and smirked at Detective West before he raised his glass in a silent toast for the happy couple.
There were worse ways to say goodbye.
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