This was perfect. Amazing. Best plan he'd ever come up with in years.
Well, sans a heist or two of course with Mick. Still, best plan ever.
Leonard Snart had a smirk on his face that was two seconds away from turning into a shit eating grin by the time the West's annual Christmas party started to wind down into the night after dinner, nervous behind the facade, but delighted as well when Cecile announced to the party (and possibly the whole neighborhood, since she was a little heavy on the bottle due to Jenni being weaned for a month or so now), that it was time to hand out presents.
Honestly, he couldn't sit down anymore on the edge of the sofa when they all trampled into the living room, Barry between his spread legs as Joe played Santa, starting to hand out the presents all around. The man, of course, was completely in on the plan from the start, as Leonard both valued his life and had to get his permission.
Call him a criminal and a stone cold asshole, but he was anything, but not giving career cop and Detective Joe West the heads up that his adopted child was (hopefully) getting engaged to a thief. It wasn't the greatest talk that he'd ever had (considering that they never really talked at all), but it was in place.
All he had to do was wait.
Iris had gotten a pair of feather earrings, a whole new set of pens and from him and Barry, an expensive, but immaculate and rather old white and gold typewriter (that he had NOT STOLEN thankyou Joe, stop giving him the stink eye), while Wally had gotten a watch invented by Cisco to track his speed and other vitals while with the legends (preloaded with Barry's records, just in case) and a thermal water bottle and gloves.
(Why a speedster such as Wally even /needed/ gloves, he wasn't sure, but damn that kid's smile was everything.)
Cecile on the other hand, had gotten most of the stuff for Jenna, as well as a few bottles of her favorite red and white complete with policeman outfits (The lipstick on Leonard and Barry's cheeks would never come off. Never.), while Joe had gotten a limited edition beer from somewhere in Louisiana or something, a couple novelty beer openers, a apron that read 'Kiss The Cook' (which was promptly thrown into Wally's tear streaked and howling face) and a sexy policeman costume.
(Obviously perfect for him, given the absolute look of disdain and pure offense he was giving him and his adopted son, who by now was on his side, red in the face from laughter.)
Finally, after auxiliary (yes, he was calling them auxiliary, because at this point, Barry's friends were more distractions than people he was so on edge) gifts had been handed out and enjoyed, deliberately, Barry was the last.
Leonard honestly was okay with the fact that he would have to wait longer, because Barry's happiness was worth watching in motion. It was just what had drawn him to the youngest, better than himself man in the first place.
He knew every look, every smile, every freckle on his body (well, almost) and he just wanted to have that for as long as he could. Preferably, in the next 5 minutes or so, for forever.
After a watch (exactly the same as Wally's, mind you and YES CISCO, I CAN TELL, IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT COLOR SCHEME), new fingerprint brushes from Caitlin, money from Joe and Cecile (and Jenna, because, she somehow still counted as part of Cecile despite being her own person, abet a very small person) and a few t-shirts and socks from Iris, there was only one gift left in the pile.
It was the largest of them all, wrapped in blue paper covered in snowflakes.
"Well, I guess I know where this came from." Barry chuckled, making Leonard want to roll his eyes into the back of his head as everyone else (except for Joe) laughed, but sweating bullets too much to do so as he started to open it, only to find...another box.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
"Okay, Len, what the hell is this?" Barry's eye was starting to twitch.
"Nothing, just keep going." Was all he said as he opened the box again.
To another box.
Then another.
Leonard swore that Barry's annoyance was in full effect, given that by the time he reached the very last box, his nostrils were sucking in and breathing out air like a hippo.
"Leonard Micheal Snart, I swear to god…!
He cut himself off as the black box came into view, shoulders snagging and eyes wide as the present slid onto the ground, upturned out of his hands.
Now was where Leonard took over.
Chuckling, he got down on one knee (to the squeals of Caitlin and Iris and the 'Oh shit!' from Cisco in the corner) and picked the box up, snatching the black box which barely fit in the palm of his gloved hand.
"Okay, so I get that you were really annoyed right now…" Leonard smirked as the man beside him was (obviously) trying not to burst into tears in front of his whole family (he could see a camera out of the corner of his eye, most likely Iris) as he just looked at him wordlessly.
"But-" Leonard resumed his speech again. "I couldn't find a way to surprise you better than for you to be caught completely off guard, because I need the attention, not you." That made everyone laugh, including Barry as he wiped at his now dripping eyes.
"So, I'm gonna ask, in front of all these people-" Leonard opened the box. "Will you give me the privilege of me kicking your ass in Foosball every single day for the rest of your life?"
Barry laughed so hard at the next line, but was also too distracted by the ring to answer him completely. It was beautiful. It was a gold ring, with a square shaped bright white diamond in the middle, surrounded by yellow citrines and deep red rubies. It was perfect.
"Yeah." Was what he said when he found his voice. "Yeah, I want to." Leonard couldn't help himself and crashed his lips into Barry's as cheers and whistles filled the room, stopping only to slip the sparking circle onto his boyf-, no, -fiance's finger, before resuming.
If Leonard had his way also later on when Christmas was finally over, there was going to be winter wedding bells in the future.
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