Author's note: First of all, this is ALL CAMBISTA'S FAULT! Because, you see, I didn't have anyone to cry my feels about Captain Canary with, and then she revealed herself and we started talking and you guises: FEELS. A LOT OF THEM.

And I'm still not over 115, you know? I was kinda dying to some domestic fluff, so I asked people to send me prompts and they ideas came to me.

This will be a three-part thingy. I was going to post all at once, but I'm anxious, so I split it in three. It fits an anonymous prompt and partially works around captaincanarybellark's prompt (the other half, don't worry, I didn't forget, will come later).

English is not my first language, so this fic is probably very terrible.

I've never written Legends of Tomorrow before, so I've no idea if I got their voices right, be nice .-.

Thanks captaincanarybellark for beta-reading this!

Legends of Tomorrow is not mine. If it was, we'd only have dumb domestic fluff like this and no serious DC stuff, so it's kinda of a good thing, but we also would have Len Snart very alive so who's winning here with the fans? that's right, still DC, because I suck lbr

If you're really nice, you'd leave a comment in the end for me pretty please? You rock!

Enjoy!

"Starting to wonder what the future might hold for me. And you. And me and you."
Leonard Snart, Legends of Tomorrow

.Alive.

The Justice Society of America took its time to make things work, which wasn't fast enough for Leonard Snart's taste, if you asked him – which no one did, but he made sure they all knew his opinion several times. Fine, he put together a risky plan, fine it could go fifty shades of wrong, and fine, to bring the Secret Six (though it wasn't his initial idea) was a bit of an affront to the JSA, but nothing, nothing justified the way they were letting weeks stretch by before they finally jumped to connect with the Waverider.

"They made it," Scandal announced it, opening the camera video for them to see the interior of Rip's timeship, and it looked… different.

"That's not the Waverider," Leonard said slowly, frowning, his grey eyes very judgmentally landing on Scandal Savage, demanding an answer.

"It isn't," she replied matter-of-factly, not at all intimidated by him, the way she's always stood. "It's Rex's ship. They had to use the Waverider to fix Rex's - which is a much cooler timeship, by the way."

"Scandal." Warned Leonard. That's how he always sounded, like warnings, like he knew things, and it was rather fascinating for her.

"Relax, Leonard, they will be there," she assured, turning back to the control panel and flipping the image.

As if she had summoned them, suddenly, there they were. Team Legends, like Raymond insisted on naming them on their stupid group chat. Surprising enough, Rip wasn't occupying the pilot seat, but one of the passengers' seats, with Mick by his side looking grumpy as always. The sight of his old friend still with the team brought the smallest of the smiles to Snart's face, and his eyes wandered through the room, looking for someone-

There were Stein and Jax, and Ray. No sign of Kendra nor Carter, nor-

No, there she was. There she was. Sara. And maybe, without noticing, he said her name out loud, because some of the Six were looking at him, and Scandal was staring with that piercing way that could intimidate most men, but Leonard Snart was not most men and he had spent so, so long away from home, and from his friends, and from her – her! – and from life, that he didn't even care. And say what you want, he could swear she was wearing one of his jackets, nervously turning a ring on her left ring finger as she discussed with the pilot.

Funny, Sara was a ring girl, but he had never seen her use anything in her ring finger before. Had it been so long that she had found someone else to marry already? (Not that he had thought about marrying her or anything.) It couldn't be, he was certain he didn't count the days wrong, only a few weeks had passed.

She crossed her arms, and then he realized. Looking down at his own hands, seeing that his pinky ring was missing, he realized, and the Captain Cold felt his chest warm up.

"Sara," he said again, and this time he was positive it was out loud. He walked closer to Scandal to get near the image and they all lost a little balance as their ship attached to the other timeship, but Leonard's eyes were firm on his team.

He had never noticed how small Sara's hands were until now, as he observed her lean against the central table, her whole body turned to the hallway where their guests would come through, the ring still being manipulated with her thumb.

"You coming, Snart?" asked Scandal, already halfway to the exit, and he turned around, noticing that they were the only two left in the main room.

As much as he enjoyed his time with the Six (he didn't, to be honest), he was close to be reunited with his friends again, and that had the power to make a man move. And he moved, strutting ahead and past Scandal with determination, making sure to be one of the first to cross the bridge.

Leonard wasn't one for big entrances; most of the time, he didn't even plan doing them. The thing about that day, that special day, was that he was going home, and no one could hold him back any longer. His feet led the way, and before anyone could process, he was there, standing in front of his friends, breathing, being, seeing – Ray, Stein, Jax, Rip, Mick (all of them wide eyed) (was he the only one who was breathing?) and Sara (Sara. Sara. Sara. When did his mind became her?).

"Len?" she breathed.

(they were the only two people breathing and he was the only person moving – for she was gravity, magnetic, enchanted)

(and he held her face and kissed her – he: Leonard Snart, Captain Cold, King of Don't You Touch Me -, lips on lips and eyes closed, and her hands, that kind of didn't know what to do, were on his chest, above his heart and he was there and alive)

"You're alive," Sara said on his lips, her blue eyes looking right into his as soon as he opened them. "You were dead, but you're alive."

She leaned back a bit, touched his face, and he felt the coldness of the ring as she traced his features, mesmerized by the way she breathed and by how clear her eyes were, and how insanely beautiful she looked.

"You died," she repeated, brow frowned, and then she slapped him.

Leonard took one deep breath, raising his eyes to his teammates, and he damn well caught Mick smiling. Something crazy had happened to the world.

"Told you he always has a plan," Mick commented at the same time Leonard said "I reckon I deserve that."

He looked at Sara again and saw that indeed, that was one of his jackets she was wearing, too long on the arms, but suiting her just fine, like the ring suited her. And her eyes were clear and blue, her hair pushed back in a messy bun. There was no trace of grief in her, however. No betrayal or anger. He supposed that she knew death way too well to not understand how these things worked and it made everything a lot easier.

If Sara Lance looked anything that moment, with Leonard Snart looking at her, making her feel like they were alone and she was alive, she looked happy.

(so she threw her arms around his neck and leaned against him, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him because that's what happy people do – they seize the moment, they celebrate, they kiss, kiss, kiss and he was there, in her arms, again) (even if that hadn't happened more than one time before) (but who was counting?)

(and how could she ever be sad again?)

"Don't you dare leave me again," she warned. That's how she liked to sound, like a warning, like she had control of things, and that was one of the many things that made her amazing.

"I won't," he told her. "I promise," even though promises had never been in his vocabulary before, but he didn't have Sara before (in his life, in his arms), and he didn't have death before, nor had he lost so much before. His second chances were composed of prison breaks and outruns before, not world-crashing mega plans and still hearts.

Before couldn't compete with now. So his vocabulary changed, his life changed, his world changed. Engulfed by Sara's embrace, surrounded by his friends, holding Mick's hand in a firm shake, there was no way now couldn't be the best time of his life.