Tuesday: Hallmark Channel

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re filling TV-related themes. So don’t touch that dial! Today’s theme is Hallmark Channel. This is the land of rom-coms and happily ever afters (and for some reason, a billion Christmas movies). So prompts today should be the stuff of romance and fluff and comfort, in the form of titles or songs or fusions or any old happy, sappy romantic thing you like!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, A Midnight Kiss (2018)

+ Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any, “Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to?” (While You Were Sleeping)

+ Spooks | MI5, Lucas North/Adam Carter, love confession during a bedside vigil

+ Stargate Multiverse, Any,

I love the way that you kiss me
In front of everybody
So baby come and kiss me
(Dan + Shay)

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, A Midnight Kiss (2018)

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Stargate Atlantis (/Any), Evan Lorne/Any, “Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to?” (While You Were Sleeping)

Fill: McLorne; sorry, got a bit angsty there

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“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven’t even talked to?” Rodney asked. He was standing on the balcony overlooking San Francisco Bay.

Major Lorne stood beside him, munching on a sandwich.

“What am I talking about? You’re like Sheppard and Mitchell and O’Neill and Carter. You flyboys -”

“And ladies,” Lorne supplied helpfully.

“You’re like surgeons. You’re superstars. You get what you want and who you want.”

Lorne made a thoughtful noise. “It’s easy to fall in love with someone without ever talking to them. Without really talking to them outside of the basic professional courtesies, you know? You watch their hands while they work, strong and competent. That gleam in their blue eyes when they figure something out. Their gorgeous crooked smile. Their ass as they walk away.”

Rodney spluttered.

“You watch them learn to handle a firearm even though they’re not trained for combat and you watch them put their life on the line for their teammates and you watch them be braver than the strongest Marines and, well, yeah. You can fall in love.”

Rodney turned to Lorne, startled by the sincerity in his tone. “If that’s how you feel, why wouldn’t you say anything?”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell, Doc,” Evan said. He finished his sandwich, dusted off his hands, and turned to go.

Rodney said, “I’m not in your military. Who is it?”

Evan’s expression turned wistful. He said, “You.”

And then he headed back inside.

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Spooks | MI5, Lucas North/Adam Carter, love confession during a bedside vigil

Fill: Drabble

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Lucas sat by Adam’s bed, ignoring the pain from his own wounds, determined to spend as much time as he could before the nurses insisted forcefully that he get some rest. Gently he took Adam’s hand in his own; he would have liked to lift it to his lips, but didn’t want to cause further hurt, and his wheelchair prevented him from leaning forward sufficiently.

“Get better soon, Adam,” he whispered. “I have so much to tell you. I haven’t even told you that I love you.”

And then he heard a soft whisper in response, “I love you too!”

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Stargate Multiverse, Any,

I love the way that you kiss me
In front of everybody
So baby come and kiss me
(Dan + Shay)

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Any fandom with a dog, Any, Must Love Dogs (2005)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

And every day we'll run together
Every night will last forever
Holding hands through the flames
And come out the other side better
(Lost by Jon McLaughlin)

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, "Do you ever just put your arms out and spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going." (Practical Magic)

Fill: Drabble

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They were walking through Regent’s Park as John said it, so Sherlock, naturally had to experiment. He spun round and round, his coat flying out behind him, until he collapsed onto the ground, where he lay laughing.

John couldn’t help laughing as well. “Only you,” he spluttered.

Slowly Sherlock stood up. “I think you’re mistaken,” he said. “Love is taking a flying leap into a lake and then sinking as the water comes over your head. You could swim upwards, but you choose not to.”

“Well, if you think I’m going to try that one out, you are sadly mistaken!”

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Harley Quinn (DC Universe), Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy, “You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.” (Jodi Picoult)

FILL

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Harley, as she was wont to do, showed up at Ivy’s door late one night. She’d obviously been fighting. And drinking. And looking worse for the wear for both.

Ivy opened her door and let Harley wobble in.

“What’s happened tonight?” She asked.

Harley shrugged and plopped down in the nearest chair.

“Ran in t’one of th’ex’s buddies. Fisticuffs ensued.” Harley smiled, her cut, swollen lip making it look more like a grimace. “I won.”

Ivy nodded.

“Went out for a drink after t’celebrate. Ya know they cut me off after twelve measly shots?” Harley sniffed. “Buncha lightweights.” She slumped down in her chair. “Hurts a bit. Not gettin’ cut off; th’knee.” She lifted it for Ivy to see. It had a huge gash, and was still bleeding a little around the parts where the blood had already coagulated.

“I’ll put some tea on, and get something for those cuts and scrapes.” Ivy moved to the kitchen, temporarily leaving Harley alone with her thoughts.

“Hey, Ivy?” She asked in an unusually subdued voice. “Why d’ya like me so much?”

Ivy reappeared with a teapot and two cups on a tray, next to them was a jar of ointment. (Ivy’s special blend, of course.) There was also a wet towel, which, after setting the tray down, Ivy used to start cleaning Harley’s wounds.

“And why wouldn’t I like you?”

“Well.” Harley scratched at her head. “I’m all bruised an’ dented an’ almost broke. Th’ex said I was crazy, useless, an’ that I only ever held anybody back.”

Ivy frowned.

“Forget about that, and forget about him.” She put the towel aside and started to apply the ointment to Harley’s knee.

Harley hissed at the contact, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t take pain. Then she sighed.

“I’m like a lump a coal, an’ you’re like this big, beautiful emerald.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Ivy knelt down and looked into Harley’s eyes. “But, remember, dear Harleen, a piece of coal is just a diamond that hasn’t fully formed yet.”

“You’re real good with pretty words,” Harley said, almost dreamily.

Ivy put a hand to Harley’s cheek and, very softly, pressed her lips to the side of the blonde’s mouth.

“I don’t need you to be anything else but you.”

“I can do that.” Harley said brightly. She leaned in for a more direct kiss.

It was sloppy, and it stung, and Harley probably tasted like cheap whiskey, but, somehow, it was perfect.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, their first (real) kiss

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Astro, Park Minhyuk +/ any, I won't run far / I can always be found (The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack by Liars)

Fill: Chaky

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Dongmin input the door code and stumbled into the foyer, kicked off his shoes. Between filming the variety show and the drama, he was drained. He enjoyed filming the variety show, but in a lot of ways it was more demanding than the intensity of the drama because he constantly had to learn new things and adjust to new settings and new people. For the drama he had to inhabit a single character. For the variety show he had to be a computer programmer. A fashionista. A comedian. A farmer. A charity worker. A corporate executive.

When he stepped into the foyer, Minhyuk was curled up on the sofa, drowsing and watching something on his phone, probably dance videos. He wasn’t much for reading. He enjoyed watching dramas, but he and Dongmin had started watching a drama together, and Minhyuk wasn’t the kind to watch ahead without Dongmin.

Minhyuk sat up and smiled. “Hyung. You’re here. Did you eat?”

Dongmin nodded. “I’m here. I did eat.”

“When?” Minhyuk popped out his Airpods and tucked them into their case, set the case and his phone aside, stood.

Dongmin squinted at his watch. “Um.” He really couldn’t remember.

Minhyuk steered Dongmin over to the armchair beside the coffee table. “I’ll heat you up some rice and kimchi and barbecued pork.”

Dongmin nodded. Minhyuk bustled around in the kitchen. He brought Dongmin a bottle of banana milk - Minhyuk was sharing his precious banana milk - and then returned to the kitchen.

Five minutes later, he brought Dongmin a tray laden with steaming dishes of food, a pair of chopsticks, and a spoon.

“Eat up,” he said.

Dongmin smiled. “Thank you. I’ll eat lots.”

Minhyuk didn’t talk while Dongmin ate, let him enjoy the meal, and Dongmin was grateful, because he’d had to be pleasant and conversational all day.

Once the meal was finished, Minhyuk encouraged Dongmin to go wash up for bed, said he’d handle cleaning up the meal.

When Dongmin emerged from the bathroom, Minhyuk gave him a shoulder rub, helped him with his skin care, and sent him to bed.

Not every night was like that. Sometimes when Dongmin came home Minhyuk was practically asleep, but he woke up long enough to give Dongmin a hug and tell him you worked hard and then shuffle off to bed.

One night Dongmin came home so late he was pretty sure Minhyuk wouldn’t wake up at all, and he was determined to be as silent as a thief, but Minhyuk was wide awake, Sanha’s laptop across his knees, studying something intently.

“Do the others wait for you?” Dongmin asked. “When you have a late schedule.”

Sometimes, when Minhyuk was working on a song, he’d be out late at his little studio.

Minhyuk looked up at him. “I’m not waiting for the others,” he said. “Just for you.”

Dongmin looked at him. It made perfect sense to lean down and kiss him.

Minhyuk kissed him back, warm and welcoming.

It also made perfect sense to lead Minhyuk back to Dongmin’s bedroom, and they fell asleep together.

As long as Dongmin came home to Minhyuk, everything would be all right.

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MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, workaholic Phil inherits a house/small business in a remote small town and falls for Clint, the local handyman helping him fix it up

Fill: with added Lucky the dog

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Phil looked at the house in dismay, forgetting about the mud that had ruined his favorite pair of Italian leather shoes.

He’d imagined a quaint country cottage, or maybe a modest estate, when he received the news that he’d inherited a house from a relative he didn’t quite recall. Instead he was looking at a broken-down shell of a house: holes in the roof, collapsed front porch, broken windows, the whole yard overgrown to an incredible degree.

“Maybe it would be cheaper to bulldoze it and sell the land,” he said despondently.

“Nah. It’s a great little place.”

Phil turned an incredulous look on Clint, the man who’d come to take a look at the property with him. Clint was a local handyman, recommended by the real estate office (and now Phil understood why the very pretty agent hadn’t wanted to come out with him to see the place).

“You must be joking.”

“It’s got good bones,” Clint said.

He had his hands in the pockets of his worn, stained jeans, and the purplish-blue flannel shirt he had on over a black t-shirt was rolled up to his elbows. Unlike Phil he’d worn proper footwear – knee-high barn boots. Clint had good bones, too, and Phil hastily returned his gaze to the derelict heap he now owned.

“You really think it’s worth saving?”

“Aren’t we all?”

Phil ended up agreeing. He rented out a room in town – there was no hotel, so he was staying at a boarding house which was oddly quaint – so he could lend a hand on reviving his house so he could sell it and get back to the city. How hard could it be to hammer in a few nails?

Incredibly hard, as it turned out.

First they had to remove everything that was rotten, rusted, or just plain broken. Clint had a pile of wood to be saved for other projects, and a pile that would be used for firewood. He tried to save the unique pieces inside the house – particular moldings, original hardware, some of the light fixtures – and he excitedly shared every find with Phil, who grew to become excited about them in return.

They found an old letter inside the kitchen wall, a love letter from a man to a woman, both of them probably long-ago deceased, and when Clint asked for it, Phil let him have it.

The work was difficult. Even with the heavy gloves Clint supplied him with, Phil suffered from blisters and splinters and bruises and the odd scrape. The satisfaction of it was a surprise. Phil was an office guy, upper management, not accustomed to a lot of physical labor (unless it was car restoration, which he enjoyed quite a lot). Seeing how the house transformed was nothing short of astonishing.

Phil felt like he’d undergone a transformation as well. He got used to not wearing suits, got used to working outdoors and swinging a hammer. He got used to sore muscles and dirty jeans and Clint’s one-eyed dog who mostly lounged in the sun watching them work.

Phil got used to seeing Clint every day, and often eating dinner together after a long day of har labor. He found himself laughing more, loosening up in a way he almost never did back home. Phil got used to wondering what it would be like to tell Clint he thought about kissing him sometimes.

Clint’s vision for the house was unshakeable. From outside, the house looked brand new. The porch was level, the windows gleamed with new, energy efficient glass, and the roof was blue metal. But inside…inside was a marvel.

“I told you the reclaimed wood wall would look good.”

“It’s amazing,” Phil admitted.

One living room wall was covered in reclaimed boards from Clint’s saved pile, all of it sanded down and some of stained different natural shades. It was a real conversation piece. Calling Clint a handyman was really selling him short. He was a contractor, a designer, a visionary.

Clint handed Phil the key to the front door.

“You can sell it now. Be a lucky family that gets to move into this place.”

Maybe Phil was hearing a little longing in Clint’s voice because he was projecting. But maybe it was really there. When he took the key, he took hold of Clint’s hand.

“I was thinking maybe I’d keep it.”

A slow grin spread across Clint’s face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Lucky started barking as they shared their first kiss, but to Phil it might’ve been an angelic choir.

Clint was a man with many skills.

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The Wedding Singer, Julia Sullivan/Robbie Hart+any, Billy Idol can't come to their wedding so he sends ________ (gift, substitute star, something bizarre...)

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MCU, Pepper Potts+/Tony Stark, Must Love Bots

Fill: Pepper/Tony

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Tony had all kinds of robots around the Tower, some in his lab, some out and about performing complex tasks, some Pepper couldn’t even see, in the walls and appliances, who’d talk t her and surprise her with, “Good morning, Ms. Potts. How would you like your coffee today?”

Pepper’s favorite robot was Ruby the Roomba, though. She’d bought and programmed Ruby herself. She and Ruby were kindred spirits, moving quietly through the background, getting the little things done, making sure the Stark Tower - and Tony’s existence - stayed neat and clean and orderly.

At the end of a long day, Pepper would sit on the stairs beside Ruby at her charge station and have a glass of wine and commiserate about the difficulties of their jobs.

Someone on the board of directors had been trying a pump and dump scheme with some Stark Industries stocks. Someone had spilled coffee grounds in the break room and hadn’t notified anyone and Ruby had run into them and her filter had gotten jammed.

Bad times all around.

“Everything okay here?” Tony asked.

“Just shooting the breeze with Ruby,” Pepper said.

Tony glanced down. “How’s Ruby’s filter?”

“I took care of it.”

Tony nodded. “Excellent. You get a raise, Ruby.”

Pepper smiled up at him.

Tony kissed her softly and then headed off to his private lab to keep working.

Pepper finished her glass of wine.

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Lucifer, Ella Lopez+/Dan Espinoza, Their one night leads to something far more

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Any high school AU, any, making a grand gesture

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Any K-pop/K-drama, Any, One Fine Day (1997)

Fill: Stray Kids/Astro, possibly pre-slash? Felix+Eunwoo

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Felix wasn’t entirely sure why the behind-the-scenes segment for his show was being called One Fine Day, because the segment covered more than one day of filming, but he had learned long ago not to question the logic - or dubious linguistics - of naming things.

Besides, he couldn’t really be one to throw shade about linguistics, given that his Korean was at a third-grade level at best, rapper slang aside, and his English skills stopped in middle school.

So when he was sitting in the hallway while the art team was decorating the set, reviewing the script, he came across an English word he didn’t know how to pronounce.

He could text one of his parents, he supposed, but they were at work, and his younger sister was at school, and would she know anyway?

Felix tilted the page of the script toward the AD. “How is this pronounced?” he asked in careful Korean.

She pressed a hand to her mouth and said, bashfully, “I actually don’t know.”

Felix tried to sound it out, but it was getting all muddled with Korean in his head, and the way Koreans pronounced English sometimes. He lifted his head and asked the room at large, the assembled staff and crew all focused at him, mostly joking. “Does anyone know how this word is pronounced?” He tapped the page.

Someone said, in Korean, “Let me see?”

Felix held the page out obediently.

“The word is insouciant,” the stranger said, in Korean-accented English, “but an easier word might be careless.”

Felix nodded. “Thank you,” and then he really looked up at his helper and froze.

It was Cha Eunwoo.

Sure, Felix had seen him at music broadcasting shows and award shows in passing, and he knew who Eunwoo was, because Hyunjin was friends with Sanha and Eunwoo was on Sanha’s team, but -

Felix swallowed hard.

And then Felix added, “Sunbaenim.”

Eunwoo smiled, and his eyes crinkled up into little half moons, and Felix had thought all those times people talked about love at first sight were silly, Stray Kids didn’t do a lot of love songs for a reason, but Felix was in love.

Cha Eunwoo in person was too beautiful to be real, but he was also so smart and he’d helped Felix without hesitation.

Eunwoo said, in Korean, “You’re Australian, right?”

Felix nodded mechanically, not trusting himself to speak, sure his voice would come out an embarrassing squeak even though his deep voice was one of his signature surefire charms.

“You grew up speaking English?”

Felix nodded again, and oh no, Eunwoo probably thought he was stupid now.

Only Eunwoo said, “It was probably difficult, moving to Korea in high school and having to learn high-school level Korean all of a sudden, and stopping learning English.”

Felix couldn’t only keep nodding.

Someone shouted, “Felix!”

Eunwoo turned, and Felix stood up, prepared to greet someone politely, only the man who strode up to them slung an arm around Eunwoo’s shoulders and greeted him with cheerful familiarity.

“What are you doing here?” the man asked.

“I’m here promoting with my team,” Eunwoo said politely.

The man looked at Felix. “This one of your teammates?”

“Ah, no, this is a hoobae I happened to run into,” Eunwoo said. “His name is Felix.”

The man laughed. “Really?”

“It’s his real name. He’s from Australia,” Eunwoo said. To Felix, he said, “When I took English classes abroad, they gave me Felix as my English name, because it means lucky.”

“It is lucky,” Felix said faintly.

“Well, good luck with your promotions,” the man said. “I’ll see you around.”

Eunwoo bowed politely, and the man patted him on the arm and walked away.

“Good luck with your show,” Eunwoo said to Felix, and also started to walk away.

“Thank you, sunbaenim,” Felix said. Then he added, “Could I get your phone number? If I ever need English help again. Or - or Korean help. Sometimes my teammates grow tired of helping me.”

He wouldn’t be surprised if Eunwoo turned him down, because plenty of people were probably always asking for his number, but Eunwoo paused and looked at him for a moment, but then he nodded and smiled, and they exchanged numbers, and Eunwoo went on his way, and Felix felt like he was floating on air for the rest of the day.

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Check, Please!, any/any, fake dating turns real

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ Stephen Strange, Healing Hands (2010)

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Gundam Wing, Heero Yuy +/ Duo Maxwell, A Soldier's Love Story (2010)

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Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig +/ Crawford, Naughty or Nice, (2012)

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any, any, The Note (2007)

Fill 1/2: Astro, Eunwoo/Rocky, famous/not famous AU

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(a sequel to this (https://archiveofourown.org/works/25939324/chapters/63074443) little piece

Dongmin sat in the corner of the mostly-deserted restaurant, the remains of his lunch spread out around him, his laptop in front of him, a stack of files at his elbow. He could be working back at the office, but he needed peace and quiet to finish this memorandum, and a popular kimbap restaurant during non-peak hours was quieter than his lavish glass-walled corner office.

Being a top-tier attorney for the wealthiest clients in the city meant his clients thought he was at their beck and call, but really he was at the beck and call of several judges, and the deadlines set by the judges came first, so Dongmin was literally rolling up his sleeves, digging into the pile of legal research his faithful Solah had done for him, and drafting a brilliant legal argument that would blow the other side out of the water.

The auntie who ran the kimbap restaurant looked just as glad for the lull in traffic and eased herself down onto a plastic stool beside the counter. She picked up the remote control and turned up the television in the corner, but Dongmin didn’t mind. One daytime television program didn’t hold a candle to the endless ringing telephones, buzzing cellphones, swishing copiers, beeping fax machines, trilling coffee machines, and endless din that was the office.

The host for whatever talk show the auntie was listening to had a pleasant voice, and Dongmin only half tuned in while he worked.

There was applause from the studio audience, and then -

He lifted his head just in time to see five familiar idols on screen, bowing and giving their greeting.

Astro.

He’d gone to high school with four of them, but then his high school had been the educational institution of choice to plenty of idol trainees.

Moon Bin wouldn’t have graduated from high school without Dongmin’s dogged assistance in multiple subjects.

No. Dongmin had to focus on his memo. He had four days to get this written and turned in to the judge.

He tuned out their voices and set to writing.

It would be easy to tune them out, because the voice he cared about most belonged to the quietest member, the one who said little during interviews.

Only then he heard that voice. He knew that voice intimately, had known that voice since it was a light tenor, since freshman year of high school, but now it was a little deeper and richer with age. Dongmin knew what that voice sounded like in joy and sorrow, in excitement and anger, in exhaustion and in laziness, in drowsiness and in passion.

He looked up at the screen.

Rocky, the team’s main dancer and lead rapper, was looking earnestly at the camera. He reached into his jacket and fished out his wallet. “Probably my most precious item is this.” He reached into his wallet and drew out a piece of paper that was thin and yellowed around the edges with age. He unfolded it. It had clearly been unfolded and re-folded many times. He held it up for the camera to see.

It was a note.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, Let It Snow (2013)

Fill: Persona 4 post game, Yukiko/Chie

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Yukiko finished tying her scarf around her neck as the main entrance to Yasogami High closed behind her. She'd stayed late to speak to one of her teachers and chose to finish bundling up as she navigated her way out of the building. Yukiko didn't want to keep anyone waiting for her, after all.

That is, if any of her friends were even waiting for her. A light snow was falling around her and the ground beneath her feet crunched ever so slightly with every step she took. The fog was settling in too, which would have given her reason to worry only a few months ago - but her and her friends had solved the mystery of the TV world and its serial killer, so fog was no longer an ill omen. Just another day in Inaba.

"Yukiko! Hurry up, it's so cold!"

So, Chie had waited for her. That gave Yukiko a reason to smile. She walked in the direction of Chie's voice and saw her silhouette up ahead, arms waving wildly. Then suddenly -

"Excuse me, Yukiko-san?"

Yukiko felt a hand on her shoulder and her battle instincts kicked in without warning. She turned on her heels and reached for her weapon - a pair of beautiful but deadly fans - but realized they weren't holstered at her hip. And she wasn't facing a Shadow. It was just another student.

A male student, his cheeks flushed, his other hand awkwardly ruffling his own hair.

A lovestruck look in his eye.

"Y-yes?" Yukiko stuttered. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just w-wondering - could I maybe - if you want to - could I walk you home?"

This was not the first boy to approach her like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. This wasn't Yukiko's forte, never had been, though most assumed it was since all the boys at Yasogami High seemed to fall for her.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you to offer - but - "

"Yuki! What's the hold - oh."

Now Chie was standing at her side, trying not to glare at the first year student gazing fondly at Yukiko. It was cold, and Yukiko wanted to go home, drink some tea, do her homework, so she did what her gut told her to do.

She grabbed Chie's hand in hers. Neither of them were wearing gloves, despite the cold.

"But I am already walking home. With my girlfriend."

Chie gasped slightly, but didn't let go of Yukiko's hand.

"O-oh. I'm s-sorry, Yukiko-san. I didn't - I didn't know. Have a good evening." The boy stuttered and scurried away as quickly as he could, his cheeks somehow even more red now from embarrassment.

"Yukiko..." Chie murmured.

"I'm sorry, Chie. I didn't know what to do and I just want to go home -"

Yukiko tried to pull her hand away but Chie held on even tighter.

"No, it's okay. Besides, we're not wearing gloves. It'll be warmer this way."

Chie stared at the ground, but Yukiko could see that she was blushing now as well.

Yukiko smiled. "All right. Let's get going. Maybe when we get to the inn, you could come in for some tea."

Chie looked up, her usual trademark grin on her face, brown eyes full of happiness and...something else that Yukiko thought she might recognize. Something she felt too.

"That sounds amazing! I might need some help on our math homework too, if you have some extra time."

Yukiko squeezed Chie's hand and they began to walk down the length of the flood plain. "Of course, Chie.”

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BBC Merlin, Arthur Pendragon +/ Merlin, This Magic Moment (2013)

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Astro, Cha Eunwoo/MJ, Catch a Christmas Star (2013)

Fill!

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"Yaaaah! It's so cold! Can't we go inside and have some hot chocolate now?"

MJ whined loudly and jumped up and down in place to keep himself warm. He was bundled up, but the cold seemed to cut right through him regardless.

"Calm down. Filming is almost finished for the night." Their ever responsible leader JinJin gave MJ a light shove. "We want to give Aroha an amazing Christmas special, don't we?"

A chorus of "Yes!" answered him back, all of the members tired but still able to fake enthusiasm.

One of the directors approached the group. "I know it's late, but we want to do a few more set-up shots of JinJin, Rocky, and Bin for their special dance performance."

The three of them nodded and followed obediently behind the director.

Sanha sighed loudly. "I'm going to go play guitar inside until someone needs me to do something, or until it's time to wrap. Whichever comes first." He shuffled off to find his guitar in the rental house the company had booked for the project.

That left Eunwoo and MJ alone, and MJ took the opportunity to snuggle closer to Eunwoo and his giant puffy coat.

"This coat looks ridiculous, you know that, right?" MJ said, his voice muffled.

Eunwoo smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Yes, hyung, but at least I'm warm."

MJ nodded vigorously and rested his head on Eunwoo's shoulder.

"At least we have a clear, beautiful sky tonight," Eunwoo mused, his voice quiet.

The cacophony of noise surrounding them seemed to fade away as they stood together, looking up at the sky.

"MJ-hyung, look!" Eunwoo's voice suddenly grew loud and it made MJ jump.

"Yah! What?"

Eunwoo lifted MJ's chin towards the sky with one hand and pointed with the other. MJ caught a glimpse of the shooting star as it soared away.

"A Christmas star! Better go catch it!" MJ said, laughing. Then he looked at Eunwoo, saw a certain something burning in his eyes, and MJ felt his heart flutter.

So he did the only thing he wanted to do in that exact moment - he kissed Cha Eunwoo.

The kiss was brief, but soft, and it warmed MJ from head to toe.

From far away, MJ heard someone announcing that the shoot was finished for the night.

“Time for hot chocolate,” Eunwoo whispered, his cheeks flushed.

“Some cuddles too?” MJ wiggled his eyebrows, and Eunwoo laughed as he pulled MJ along into the house behind them.

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