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Dandy Dancers

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“Thank you again for bringing me tonight, Han darling,” Dotty said as Han walked her toward the edge of the dance floor for a quick breather.

They’d had this conversation already tonight more than once, despite only getting there about twenty minutes previously. “You don’t have to thank me. I told you that there is no one I would rather have on my arm tonight.” 

She giggled like a little girl, and it warmed Han to his core to hear her so delighted. Suddenly she perked up and gestured off to Han’s left. “Oh look, there’s your dancer friend. Luka! Over here, Luka!”

“He might be busy,” Han said, but he squeezed her hand and smiled as he caught Luka’s eye.

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Lessons

Levi would never live this down if anyone else found out.

He’s bragged about his club dancing plenty to Nina, and Marcus had led him in a slow dance plenty of times. Levi always felt like he bumbled a bit, though, like he wasn’t as in control of his own limbs as he should be. Now that they had a baby at home, it was hard to find a quiet moment for just Marcus and himself. Levi wouldn’t trade Millie for anything, but he wanted something to make the time they did manage to find even more special. 

Levi knew he was probably much older than Luka’s typical clients, but private lessons were private lessons. Levi had already determined to make the most of them. Plus, since he’d paid upfront, that was extra incentive to actually show up.

“Hello?” he called out as he stepped into the studio. “Luka Petrov?”

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Han was practically trembling when he got home. He’d agreed to meet James Addington today because it was their usual monthly meeting, not realizing it would fall on his birthday. Han had hoped for a light meeting, but James had wanted him rough. Han had been that figure he did so well but always hated afterward, and he was absolutely exhausted. It was just as well that he’d made no plans for after he got home, especially since it was later than he’d hoped to be.

He flicked on the light and found a small pile of presents. Han sat down and began going through them, smiling as he realized the bundle was from Henry. They were meeting later in the week, and he was already looking forward to it.

When someone rang the bell, Han almost didn’t answer it, but so few people knew the address that he figured he had better.

“Luka?” He leaned against the door frame, unable to help the surprise on his face. “What are you doing here?”

[hanestlythebestlee]

# Luka

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Luka PetrovWhat your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: xWhat your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone xMy muse’s last text to your muse: Are you still free on Saturday? I changed my schedule around, and I though we could get dinner

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Drink With A Friend

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After Han had bid Luka goodbye the morning he stayed, he’d gotten in his own head about the whole thing. The fact that Luka had been so coy about the whole thing and then refused to stay for breakfast told Han everything he wanted to know. Clearly Luka had no interest in him that way, but he was too polite to say as much. Han could take a message. It didn’t matter anyway; Han could have his chance at just about anyone. If Luka didn’t want him, he refused to let it be an insult.

He tried to be respectful and give Luka plenty of space. He talked to other people at Order meetings--an easier feat now that he was making friends like Valerija--and didn’t go out of his way to find the man. It had been almost a month since they’d last talked, and even Han had to admit he missed their conversation. Luka had a clarity about him that few others could compete with.

It was a long shot, but he took a chance one night to head to The Fountain of Fair Fortune. It was a little out of his way, but Han could at least get a drink if that was in the case.

Instead he found Luka already started at the bar. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he commented as he sat down beside him. “Get started without me?”

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✉ Luka

[unsent] I had a dream about you last night

[unsent] I have a potential client who can’t pay my usual rates, but I’m debating taking him on just because he has a Russian accent. What are you doing to me?

[unsent] What would you do if I got you a cat?

[unsent] If I learned Russian, would you insist on learning French?

[unsent] What are we? I can’t even say just sex because that’s clearly not true if we can just spend a night talking without ever getting physical

[sent] I think I saw your roommate today, but he was too far away to say hi.

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Can't Sleep Luka

“I still don’t believe in love, but I’m starting to doubt. Maybe it does exist? People I trust so much keep insisting it exists. Maybe they’re right. But they can’t be right. I’ve spent my whole life seeing proof that it’s meaningless. Could it be real? Maybe I just haven’t seen it. Oh my god, I need to go to sleep.”

Just at night, not about Luka, of course. Only about Luka in that Luka’s one of the voices saying love exists. Naturally.

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Cozy and Quiet

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Han was curled up on the couch with a book. He had a fire in the fireplace and a jazz record on to fill the space with pleasant noise. In a few hours, Luka was going to arrive, but for now he was content to be alone. Although they weren’t ding anything particularly salacious (well, most likely, though Han liked to keep his options open), he planned to change out of his baggy sweatpants before Luka arrived.

He was a bit thrown when the fireplace roared to life, and Luka stepped through. Han looked at the clock automatically, but his book hadn’t sucked away more time than he’d intended. Unfolding himself from the couch, Han rose to kiss Luka’s cheek.

“I thought you and Yuki were doing Order things until late?” Han wasn’t sad to see him early, although he was a little disappointed to have the magic of his wardrobe ruined. Only Henry had ever really seen him in these.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked, letting his fingers trail along the back of Luka’s hand. “I promise I have more than just alcohol if that’s not something you want right now.”