Smuggling Blind

Smuggling Blind

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Raymond Palmer is a blinded force user, fearful of others and guilty of living when others didn't. Talented but in self-doubt, he must find his way to Alderaan to complete a mission assigned to him by an old colleague. Leonard Snart is a renowned smuggler (at least not as renowned as he'd like) and suspicious of everything and everyone, running from his past while possessing a large criminal record. Neither had the childhood they'd have wished for, and both carry their demons. What do they do, then, when they begin to feel a mutual attraction to one another? Would a relationship survive the cold reaches of space and the grasping fingers of their haunted pasts? Filled request for 0 on AO3 (CROSSOVER) Slash in future chapters, rating may change due to violence/dark themes. Story may be triggering. Filled By: ~Malicious Intent
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