A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you all have someone to spend it with, or if not, some good chocolate and shipping fic x3

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Waltz:

"...what do you mean, you don't know how?"

Nigel watched the stoic commanding officer shift awkwardly underneath his gaze and try his hardest to play down the embarrassed blush spreading over his cheeks.

"Never had occasion, sir." Skipper muttered.

Nigel kept gazing at him with a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

Honestly, when he had first met him, after all those years of his nephew prattling about how fearless and imposing their brave leader was in his monthly letters, Nigel hadn't had a clue that beneath the grand facade was someone so clumsy and awe struck.

"Very well," Nigel straightened his shoulders. "Clear your afternoon, we've got some practicing to do."

"Wh-what?" Skipper's head shot up in disbelief. "But-"

"Trust me boy, nothing is more suspicious than if you go on that ball without knowing how to dance. You want catch that culprit? You got to blend in. Grab your dancing shoes and meet me downstairs."

Skipper gawked at him in disbelief.

Nigel's lips twitched. "You don't want my help?"

"...uh, no sir- I mean, yes sir. I- that would be-...very kind of you." Skipper visibly shook himself out of his state of trance and hurried away to change.

The other watched him go, shaking his head, yet he was smiling fondly.

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Pursue:

"I told you, I'm not interested!" Private all but yelled at the taller man. A few customers looked over, vaguely curious (and shocked that Private would raise his voice at anyone).

The boy forced himself to put on a calm smile and nod at them, reassuring them that everything was alright. Yet, nothing was alright.

It's been five days and Savio just won't leave him alone.

At first he was terrified, when the known cannibal (at least among the penguins and friends) and restaurant owner came into the little flower shop Private worked part time in when he wasn't on missions with the others.

He had leaned over the counter, still towering over the young boy though, and had asked him out.

Almost too scared to say no, Private had rejected his offer under stammers and then rushed into the back to call Skipper for help.

Savio, however, didn't visibly take it bad. He just nodded, slinked out and had returned the next day with the same proposition. And the one after that, and the one after that, until Private had gotten less fearful and more annoyed.

"I'm not interested in dating a killer!" He snapped, lowering his voice as the other customers went back to their own business.

"I assure you, you cannot find anyone better than me, young boy. You'll always be safe, well fed and taken care of. All I long for is a little...heh. Entertainment." Savio purred in that warm, smooth voice of his.

Private could feel his cheeks heating up. "No."

"Very well then." Savio fished something out of his pocket and slid him a ten dollar tip, despite not having bought anything. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Giving the boy a hungry smirk, he turned round and slinked out of the flower shop.

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Sneaky:

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

It simply read on the card someone had slid underneath Skipper's door.

Skipper flipped it over, but there was no signature or return address. Yet he knew exactly who had sent it.

From the curvy, but at the same time chaotic handwriting.

And from the figure right behind him. Hans' smell of freshly baked Danishes and strong coffee gave him away right away, but Skipper humored his attempt to be sneaky with a fond smile, waiting patiently until the familiar arms slipped around his waist.

Hans grinned, resting his head on Skipper's shoulder. "Surprise! I bet you didn't hear me coming~"

"Oh definitely not," Skipper chuckled in return, casting away the card in favor of turning around and planting a sweet kiss on Hans' lips.

The Dane smiled and leaned into the touch. Despite their playful banter, he enjoyed the soft and sappy moments between them as well.

Skipper pulled away so he can pull the other man against him. After a few seconds, he turned his head to murmur in Hans' ear, "Except that you've been doing it for three years now, love. After a while, one could grow to expect your ominous messages and sneaky hugs~"

Hans blushed. "Oh shut it, you. You love my sneaky hugs!"

His boyfriend chuckled, nuzzling into his shoulder fondly. "Perhaps~ As argument goes, I do love everything about you, mein dejlig."

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A/N: Okay, I lied, this was also a short chapter. Just a friendly reminder that requests are open again! I hope you enjoyed the three drabbles nonetheless.

mein dejlig – my lovely