#loveshard

being the eldest son of gotham's richest man, meant that occasionally dick had to play poster boy at one of bruce's galas, all for the sake of keeping up their civilian reputations. spending his friday night in a stuffy room full of rich out of touch socialites wasn't the most ideal scenario, but he knew how to play the part required of him; charming his way through the night with ease. yet as the hours began to drag on, he found himself slipping out onto the balcony of wayne manor, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he noticed the other's familiar figure. "i thought i'd find you out here." dick mused, holding out a can of beer for them. "i stole them from the kitchen, i was getting a bit tired of all the champagne."

one hour. that was all he was supposed to stay for. just one hour. nothing bad could happen in one hour - with children running around their ankles as they enjoy the festivities. yet, one hour had turned into two, then to three. until the kids had left and the other's daughter had been put to bed. until it was dark outside. he knew, deep down, that he should excuse himself, but he cannot bring himself to do that. so instead, "well, you certainly know how to throw a party," he starts, an amused and impressed smile painting his expression. lucas hadn't ever been much good at concealing his attraction. it had got him into trouble a lot in the past, but it seemed as though he wasn't going to be learning from his many, many, many mistakes.

" since it's your birthday i figured that you should be able to do whatever you want. " a hand goes under his chin, tilting his face up enough for thomas to drop a lingering kiss onto his lips before migrating to the gentle knot keeping him blind to what was going on. " but you're not allowed to rip. you asked for this and if you ruin it i'm not going to be very happy with you. " thomas couldn't believe that he was even doing this, dressed up in some lingerie in xavier's favorite color ( a matching skirt to boot ) that arielle had helped him find after that conversation with xavier in the kitchen. now that it was here, stupidly nervous though he knew that if he happened to take a particularly deep breath out of the norm it'd get xavier rock hard. " if you laugh i'll kill you. " can't help but to add before slipping the blindfold out from over his head.

“i’m being serious, though. i don’t know anyone else that i’d ask to be my partner other than you.” haneul was this close to begging his best friend, “it’ll only be for the weekend, i promise.” / closed starter for @loveshard

"do you always happen to be so careless with your choice of words, or am i just special?"

in a way, they both deal with secrets and bonds. which was why henri didn't know how they ended up getting in this predicament. he made sure to keep his distance from andre, but he sighed softly as he looked at the other man. those piercing eyes, those nice lips, his mind was wandering again. "i don't know what you're talking about." normally one for complete honesty, this wasn't something that he could afford himself to have. "we didn't kiss. we couldn't. you're set to marry my sibling, so..." even he can't lie that well. he knows what they did last time they were alone together, but he's trying to be good.

he knocks and shifts his weight on his heels, trying not to overthink it. when the door opens, he doesn’t linger in the doorway long as he slips inside like he belongs there and drops his bag by the side. instead of looking at xavier first, he makes a beeline straight for the pup. "hi, sweetheart," he coos, crouching down as dolce bounds toward him. he scoops her up, laughing softly as she wiggles in excitement. "i heard you missed me." he presses a dramatic kiss to the top of her head, scratching behind her ears the way she likes, letting her lick at his cheek without protest. / valentines starter for @loveshard <3