Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

[hydrates]

SECRET relationship; The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own. Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal. ...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other? how to play. ★ Comment with your character, preferences, and information. ★ Reply to others. ★ Play out stolen moments (◡‿◡✿), secret dates (◕‿◕✿), secret handholding (⊙‿⊙✿), and secret kissing ( /)w(\✿)!

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Barry Allen | The Flash

[chosenbylightning]

[pomme_de_sang]

There are a lot of reasons why they don't talk about their relationship outside of certain walls. Barry was with the police department. Even though it wasn't illegal, dating a stripper was probably not good for his chances of advancement. Dating a werewolf and the voluntary food source for one of the local vampires, especially the Master of the City? Definitely not great for his chances of advancement, as far as Jason understood it.

On Jason's side? It was more because he had FAR too many busybodies who would be up in his business and asking questions and might find out far too much about Barry for the man's safety. Even Anita. Probably especially Anita, actually. Jason knew that Jean-Claude knew, but the vampire had never said anything.

There were times that Jason loved Jean-Claude. In a platonic way. Mostly.

He'd waited until the text that Barry was free before he ordered Thai, which he picked up on the way to Barry's place. Always Barry's place because Jason did NOT want to bring him back to the Circus. Way, way too many busybodies in Jason's life.

He knocked on Barry's door with his boot, both arms weighed down by bags of Thai food so that he couldn't reach his key. Enough for a party, usually. Or two men who had insanely high metabolisms.

[chosenbylightning]

Even crimes that involved the local werewolf and vampire community required thorough investigation. Barry had been called to enough scenes that he was comfortable with the supernatural population, even if most of them hadn't been able to exactly put their finger on why he smelled or simply 'felt' different.

They'd both agreed that keeping their relationship quiet was for the best. Too many questions to answer and that was even before you consider that his career could be effectively tanked if word got out that he was involved with a werewolf.

On the plus side? They understood one another perfectly. No questioning accelerated metabolisms and with Barry's healing there was no chance that he could ever be infected or turned. Also - Jason made Barry laugh. He was friendly and easy to get along with, and when Barry fell he did it without reservation and without hesitating.

The smell of Thai gets a bright grin as he admits Jason with a kiss before stealing half the bags. "Hey. Sorry I'm late, I had to get some cases wrapped up before I took the weekend off."

[pomme_de_sang]

One of those crimes had been how they'd met, after all. Jason had been there as Anita's bodyguard and Barry had been there to investigate things. He'd scented that there was something strange about Barry, something he hadn't quite understood until later, the first time he'd met the Flash.

Jason pushes up on his tip toes into the kiss, then groans when Barry steals some of the bags. "Don't worry about it. It gave me time to make sure that my shifts for the weekend are covered for the weekend, too. The twins were happy to take them, thankfully." Since weekends off weren't really something that either of them had very often, when Barry could manage it? Jason did everything that he could to make sure they had the time together. "Everything okay?"

[chosenbylightning]

They didn't often get a full weekend and Cisco was under standing orders that unless the city was falling apart, Flash was Off Freaking Duty. He had time to spend with his (discreet) boyfriend and Barry was due the break. So he hums pleasantly into the kiss before kicking the door shut and locking it.

Netflix and enough Thai to feed an army. Not a bad start to a weekend.

"Eh, not bad. Busy but I could hand it off to other people to handle." Oliver could take over anything that went too far sideways, so he could relax for at least a couple of days. "We're good for the weekend. I'll grab some plates, you want to call something up??"

[pomme_de_sang]

At least there were plenty of other weres that Anita and Jean-Claude could call on if things went sideways. He wouldn't end up called upon unless it was a seriously 'all hands on deck' emergency. Which normally only happened with vampire politics and they tended to have slightly more of a heads up for that.

He places the last of the bags on the coffee table, reaching for the remote. "I'm assuming that the 'chill' part happens after food?" Teasingly said with a wide grin as he pulled up Netflix on the screen. "Nothing crime, nothing supernatural. Nothing too close to job shit this weekend." He paused a moment. "Definitely no Magic Mike. Is that even on Netflix at the moment?"

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | m/m

[thevint]

clark kent • dceu

[in_the_sun]

[ spoilers a-ok. ]

t.j. hammond | political animals

[publicities]

Cade Yeager -- Transformers:AoE

[invent_this]

John Constantine | Constantine/DCU | OTA gen or m/m shipping

[hellboundheart]

Ana Jarvis | Agent Carter | OTA

[anajarvis]

clary fray | tmi

[steled]

( tv version also available on request )

Severus Snape | Harry Potter | OTA

[brewglory]

[celticromanstone]

[ She's not a witch, nor is she a wizard. Back in the day, she'd been considered a Druid by her clan, but that hadn't involved any magic. She'd been a simple priestess, nothing more.

These days, she's something else entirely. Right now, she's between jobs and doesn't know what she is. She could go back into real estate, but that involves licensing that she's not sure is worth the bother, what with the tanked market.

However, one thing she is sure of: Severus Snape. This isn't her first time sneaking into Hogwarts to see him. The entire staff knows about it, she's pretty sure. And, she changes her clothing a little - robes instead of jeans - and looks important and all the little children get out of her way. She'd even heard an older student telling a younger one that she's there on important potion research.

Well... there are worse things.

Draped over a chair in his rooms, she opens up the latest "Muggle" thriller to hit the bookshelves, and settles in to wait. She doesn't mind waiting on Severus. He's pretty important here at the school after all, and she's... well, not.

A smile tilts her lips when she sees the Baron stick his head in through the door. ]

Hello, Baron.

[ She's older than he is, but she's still polite. He humphs at her and immediately leaves. Probably to go tell Peeves to attempt to do something to her. Or to tell Severus she's here. Heather goes back to her book, one leg draped over the arm of the chair. Her mouth broadens into a welcoming smile when Severus walks in. ]

Hello, darling, miss me?

[ Heather certainly hopes so. They've been apart for more than three months, this time. What with her having to take a head, and various things going on in the Wizarding world. ]

[brewglory]

[No word of Heather's arrival reaches his ears; though one would expect the Baron to deliver such news, Severus has made it plainly clear that no ghosts are meant to be poking their heads into his room. When initially spoken, it had been directed at Peeves (in the most vitriolic manner possible) but Severus had considered it a blanket statement intended for all ghosts, ghouls, haunts, and students.

If the Baron was poking his Bloody nose into Snape's business (as was the case here), he was doing so without alerting the head of their common House.

And as for Heather, well, she has been gone for some time. She does this: vanishes for weeks, months on end, off doing whatever it is she does, leaving Severus in a very awkward sort of position, emotionally speaking. While the other staff may know about their...interactions, their cackhanded theories are more defined than any knowledge he himself has about the nature of the relationship. Dating? Lovers? Is it a romance or an intrigue? Is it normal for someone to simply up and vanish for months on end and return without much explanation? And if not, should he be angry, or jealous, or relieved to see her? Or is he lending more importance to their relationship than is actually there, and thus does he have no right to feel anything but pleased to see her?

This all is what goes through his head when he steps into his room to find her sprawled on his furniture as though she never left. He hesitates with a double-take, hands at the closure of his cloak, which then slides off his shoulders as that same hand falls. It's defeat and the decision to be cautious about this whatever-it-is, embodied by a simple gesture and punctuated as he tosses the cloak on the unoccupied chair.]

Were you gone?

[Polite, very polite, in the most condescending sense of things. He wants to ask where she went, why she went, what this is between them, but that's not his style. His style is thinly veiled anger and - very - thickly veiled hurt.]

[celticromanstone]

[ Heather pouts.

She knows that her disappearing for time on end is a sore spot between them, but if they are both honest, they'd get sick of each other pretty quickly. Besides, there's always that pull, that tug, that... something that is the Game that she must compete in. Unfortunately, that means leaving Severus and their little rendezvous at awkward times.

She does wonder, though, why he doesn't just toss her out. He certainly wouldn't be the first of her lovers to do so. She would mourn the loss of his intelligent conversation, and his stealing of her books, and the chance to see this other side of society that not even most Immortals knew about.

Flowing to her feet, she puts the book down and steps over to him. ]

Now, Severus, are you saying you haven't missed me? Even an inkling?

[ She doesn't toy with Severus the way she has other lovers in the past. Firstly, she doubts that he would take kindly to it. Secondly, and most importantly, she respects him too much to play with his emotions.

Heather puts her hand on his chest. ]

You know I hate leaving, but needs must.

[brewglory]

[There is something else brewing behind the hurt feelings and barely-stifled rage, something he tries so hard to ignore even at the best of times, and certainly now when he wants to be angry. Still, it's there, reacting to the impossible blue of her eyes, and every step she takes towards him feeds it, makes it harder for him to breathe, until her hand makes contact and he simply doesn't breathe anymore. It's like being snared.

His eyes narrow. His lips curl just slightly in a snarl.

It's not that he hates her. It's that he doesn't hate her at all.

And yes: he missed her.

He looks away because it's the safe option, because continuing to meet her eyes breaks him down little by little. He brushes past her without reaction, without a touch in kind, because if he touches her, he knows he's already lost the argument he wants to have. He won't be able to resist the thing burning away beneath the self-righteous anger.

They've had this conversation enough times for him to know that he's going to lose. The question really isn't if, but when (and, to a lesser degree, how.]

I suspect if you truly hated leaving, you would actively avoid doing so.

[He knows better than that - but he's stubborn, and words are either a weapon or a balm. Right now, he needs weapons.]

If I say you were not missed in the slightest, would you go again? Perhaps for longer still than three months in hopes that my answer would change?

[Ah, yes: already losing. Already resorting to hypotheticals rather than statements of fact. He can't bring himself to say he didn't miss her. Lying comes naturally to him, but that one stretches credulity a little too much.]

[celticromanstone]

[ The fight. One of the few they actually have. Most of their time is spent in speaking of books, in simply enjoying one another in a way that only those who know it won't last can.

Heather sighs, in that same way she always does, and takes her seat back in the chair. ]

Severus, you know my presence here would draw not only the attention of your co-workers -

[ As it does, anyway. ]

But the attention of those like me. Should we have our sword fights on the common? Or perhaps in Hogsmeade? Would that make it better?

[ Normally, she would pout more and argue with him, but this time... she's tired. She's tired of the game, again. Now, she could retreat to holy ground, and simply live there for a few years, but that means, of course, that Severus would have to come to her, and while that isn't a bad option, it would certainly curtail certain other activities.

she turns to look at him, her blue eyes old, and not a little sad, though her voice betrays none of that. ]

I would only leave if you were to ask, were it possible.

[traqueur]

[They weren't supposed to have feelings for one another. It was a simple fact that both of them had known well before there had been a single look exchanged, before the two of them had been placed in this partnership. Martha understood this, and she understood the reasoning that lay behind it. It was sound and it was right given the reasons that all of them had been taken to this city, and the fortress underground.

If they cared for one another, then there was the very real possibility that when it came time for him to run from whatever it was that wanted to hurt him, he would stay and fight for her, rather than letting her fight alone. No matter how much Martha would want him too, she knew Severus enough to know that he would stay, that he would fight, and if need be, he would die in order to defend her life. She hated the very idea of it, and yet she'd not been able to stop the glances and the looks, and in the occasional moments like now, the way her fingertips lightly would brush over his own.

There had been an attack on the "hotel" and all of them were down in the bunker, the lights having shifted to the red emergency lighting some time ago. All around them there was nothing but the silence of people breathing as softly as they possibly could, and Martha's fingers extended towards his own, moving between them on the floor where no one else could see.]

[brewglory]

[Down here in the bunker, the shadows took on strange forms, and he wasn't sure if it was due to his previously sustained injuries and the occasional hallucinations they caused, to due to the hellish glare of the lights. He thought he could hear the echoes of feet tramping through the fortress above them, but he was certain that was his imagination; the bunkers that occupied the bottommost depths of the Facility were proof against encroachment, and certainly against sounds from the outside world.

He had let her escort him down here and then had promptly forgotten her in a haze of his own frustration and self-loathing: he could do nothing to protect himself. He could do nothing to help those around him. He was as helpless as a child against their attackers, relying on the wits and abilities of people like the woman beside him -

Whose hand brushed his down where it sat braced on the floor, in the crevasse between himself and her, half-hidden in shadow. A new sort of fear set in, this one springing from a place far deeper than the superficial concerns about the Trust. She had found out about another weakness of his, somehow, somehow, and in the present moment, he was finding that it was one they seemed to share.

He didn't move, and neither did he breathe. He turned his face away just slightly, making a point of not looking at her, of looking at anything else, anywhere else but at her. Deep in the rational centres of his brain, he knew he shouldn't encourage her, and certainly he shouldn't let her know why the looks were getting longer, why more accidents of contact seemed to occur these days. Admitting to her would be admission to himself, but, too, the Governors might reassign her. He knew all this.

But he didn't move away.

It felt like theft.]

[traqueur]

[She didn't look at him as he didn't look at her, and Martha's other hand touched her lip as she thought about the people above them, the guards and the like who were putting their lives on the line. The people down here with the people they were responsible for were the last line of defense, and she wondered, not for the first time if they were going to need to actually be that line of defense today. Eventually, it would be them, and whatever this was was going to be terrible.

Right now, it didn't feel terrible. It felt right as she held her breath in the dark, reminded of things she'd rather forget. This red light and waiting felt too familiar, and Martha found for once that she wanted to be selfish, and she wanted to do something to break the rules, even though it wasn't normally something that she would do.

Besides, she thought, maybe he was worried as well.

Like a diver standing on a cliff, Martha exhaled and then inhaled deeply, masking the sound as much as she could with one hand. It wouldn't do to have people decide to investigate herself and Severus at this moment. She was being selfish, she was being reckless, and she was possibly invading his own space, but her fingers curled around his own anyway, her fingers touching his palm and her thumb brushing against the back of his hand.]

[brewglory]

[No one was looking at them. All eyes were on the door, or raised upward to the ceiling, watching for what came next. Next for him, however, was the next movement she made, the next sound from her, as though a small lifetime was meant to be lived here and now before the Trust found the bunkers.

His hand was limp in hers for a moment. He considered, then drew his leg in to further block their intertwined hands from any possible onlookers. Only then did he reciprocate, still unsure about where their desires and needs intersected, but willing to find out. Testing the waters, so to speak, because who knew how much time remained before the last line of defense that waited here in the bunkers with them became the only thing between people like him and the Trust?

His thumb mimicked the movement of hers.

There was so much guilt embedded in that one little act. It was a betrayal of her power and his memories, of institutions constructed and old graves freshly filled. It felt heartening to be defiant, though, and a quick glance at her offered a raised brow, questioning whether she was just frightened...or?]

[traqueur]

[That moment was a lifetime spaced between one breath and the next. There were lines she shouldn't cross, and she knew that, she'd known that since the two of them had first met at a party and she had been shocked to hear his name. He was short his memories that she had known, and she'd known how he'd loved someone else. Maybe she should pull her hand away, she thought, her eyes darting to the side as she caught his leg moving.

Relief flooded over her, warm and soft in the center of her core, chasing that fear away from where it hid. They shouldn't be doing this, she thought, and it seemed loud for a moment. She was betraying what she'd been sworn to do, betraying the trust he'd placed in her, and perhaps even making things worse for him. Who knew, maybe when they were out of here, their partnership would be broken up or something close to it.

Perhaps they would even send her home. Despite the situation where she had been 'borrowed' as Martha had coined the phrase, that wasn't an outcome that she wanted, especially when he looked at her like that, and she just offered a little reassuring and hopeful smile. It wasn't the first time that she'd smiled at him, but it felt more important now that there hands were joined together.]

Abigail Fowler | OC | OTA

[plasthmatic]

[Fangless vampire who requires weekly blood donors? Can't go wrong.]