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Astro, any/any, "First time I heard you sing..."

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Minhyuk came awake sharply when he heard someone inputting the code on the front door. He frowned, confused, then remembered he’d opted to sleep in the kitchen again, because sleeping in the bedroom with all the others made him feel claustrophobic.

Minhyuk pushed himself up, squinting at the clock on the microwave. It was after midnight -- no, two in the morning. He and the others hadn’t finished in the practice room till just before midnight. Myungjun had taken off to meet some of his friends, and the rest of them had come back to the dorm.

And here was Kim Myungjun now, giggling softly as he stumbled against the wall, trying to take off his shoes without falling over. Minhyuk watched him come into the kitchen for a glass of water, and then Myungjun started for the bedroom.

He paused, did an about face, and crouched down beside Minhyuk. He prodded Minhyuk.

“Hey, you awake?”

Myungjun’s cheeks were adorably red, and even though he was a whole five years older than Minhyuk, had finished high school before he even started training, he looked young just then, young and vulnerable even though he was also very clearly drunk. Drinking with friends was a mark of adulthood. Jinwoo was in his senior year of high school, but he couldn’t drink yet.

“Yes, I’m awake,” Minhyuk whispered, even though he thought it would have been terribly obvious, given that he was sitting up and looking right at Myungjun.

Myungjun nodded solemnly, his eyes half-closed, and he looked like a sleepy kitten. “Don’t wanna wake the others. Lemme sleep here with you.”

Minhyuk nodded and scooted over automatically, because they’d all slept together before. Minhyuk had slept with Bin for years, and with his own brother before that, and the worst part of his claustrophobia meant that he had to sleep alone.

But then he remembered this was Myungjun, who was pretty and whose voice was literally golden honey (so many times Minhyuk had parted his lips to taste it and then forced himself to stop, because once he was started he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stop), and he paused.

“Did I scare you? Coming in so late,” Myungjun said.

He hadn’t. Every night before bed, Minhyuk put a ward on the door so only his teammates and the trainee managers could come in and out.

So Minhyuk shook his head and scooted aside some more, and then Myungjun was curled up beside him, warm and soft and pliant.

He reached out, ruffled Minhyuk’s hair gently, and Minhyuk’s heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry I woke you,” Myungjun said.

“It’s fine, hyung,” Minhyuk whispered. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

That earned him a slow, sleepy smile, like sunlight sliding out from behind a cloud, and Minhyuk thought, Wow, you’re beautiful.

“I thought you were older, when we first met,” Myungjun said softly. “You look so serious in the practice room. And you’re so talented and skilled. First time I heard you sing, I knew you’d trained for a long time. And the way you dance…” He sighed. “I’m jealous.”

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“Don’t be. Hyung is a good dancer,” Minhyuk protested.

Myungjun just patted his hair again. “Thank you. I’m very energetic, but it’s not the same as you. You’re beautiful.”

“First time I heard you sing,” Minhyuk said, quite without thinking, “I thought I was in love.”

Myungjun giggled and pulled Minhyuk into a tight embrace. “You’re the sweetest little dongsaeng a hyung could ask for. You’re my favorite dongsaeng.”

Minhyuk, sixteen and skinny and still terrified of his own growing body, wished he could be something more than just a dongsaeng to Myungjun, but he just smiled weakly and said, “Thanks.” He added, more softly, “You’re my favorite too.”

“Is it because I’m bright and sunny?” Myungjun asked. “I wasn’t always like this, you know. When I was a kid, I was really shy and quiet. Hard to believe, I know, but I was. Only my mom was sick all the time, and then my sister died -- she was murdered by a song-eater -- and I had to cheer my mom up, you know? When my mom finally got better, my sister died, and I had to do something. Namjun, my hyung, he had to help my dad, so I had to help my mom.”

Minhyuk froze. Myungjun’s sister had been murdered by a song-eater? He went to pull away, but Myungjun’s arms around him tightened, and he was warm and soft still, and his voice even when he was speaking was lovely and smooth like golden honey.

“I learned to sing for my mom, you know? She loves it when I sing. Maybe because when I was little I sounded just like my sister.”

Myungjun began to sing softly, a familiar nursery rhyme about butterflies.

All Minhyuk could do was listen and wish until he fell asleep.

In the morning, when he woke, Myungjun was gone, and he felt a little hollow inside, but no less painfully in love.

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Oh the beautifully bittersweet angst! You really do it so well, and I'm sorry I still haven't read the whole series. But I do love this fill, it is wonderful, thank you!

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You’re so welcome! I will admit the series is a whole lot of angst, which I know isn’t really your thing. Don’t feel obligated to read it.

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Stargate Atlantis, any/any or any+any or team, rainy day laziness

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The Untamed, any/any, sharing an umbrella

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33259303

WangXian college AU

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♥♥♥! I love the fic so much, thank you! ^_^

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You are very welcome!

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The Untamed, Wen Ning + Lan Sizhui + Wei Wuxian, planting a new vegetable garden

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Any, any, visiting a cat cafe

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Disney, Raya/Namaari, keeping warm

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Any, any, bitter exes who absolutely hate each other

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The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, treasure hunting

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MCU, Loki/Mobius, coffee shop AU

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any, any, obstacle to happiness

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Jordan took a deep breath and held on tightly to his brother. It is such a small thing. A hug, a gift from the heart.

His brother's arms wrapped around him, sheltering him, hugging him. Warmth seeping into his skin because he feels so cold and frightened, but Jon just pushes his fluffy curls out of his eyes then softly rubs his back, a sort of comforting small touch that makes Jordan's heart break open.

Floating high above the air in the barn as they slowly descend to earth, Jordan struggles to hold in his tears, he just tried to kill his brother after his body was taken control of, and he is the son of the man of steel; he should be brave. But the dewdrop tears slide down his cheeks, and he holds onto Johnathan harder, pressing his face into his brother's neck as he hugs him.

The past few months have been hell, all the fighting changes and danger that seems to lurk around every corner of their small little town that he has been experiences, and yet even when he butted heads with his brother, Johnathan was always there to support him.

To offer words of praise or advise or hope. Especially at night when he wakes from a nightmare in bed, sobbing, shivering from the cold, his big brother offers him a hug and gently pats his back, and Jordan suddenly feels safe, almost like the hug was magic.

Now, in the dusty ol' barn as their feet hit the floor, Jordan wraps his arms around John in a bear hug. Jon hug him with such strength, Jordan marveled at his brothers power, because he was human but human did not mean weak. Jordan was spent, all energy and fight drained from him, and he collapsed into his brothers arms, exhausted, squeezing Jon harder than he ever had before because he fears that if he lets his brother go, he will somehow loose him. so with trembling arms, he hugs Jon with all his might.

“Your safe, I gotcha” Jon whispers, clinging to his twin, and Jordan cries, only then, needing his brother's hug almost like he needs air.

♥ END ♥

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This is so bittersweet with the balance of fear regret and comfort seeking. thank you

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any, any, should have done my research

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any, any, it's not the heat it's the humidity

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The Addams Family/Lucifer, Wednesday Addams+Lucifer Morningstar, Business partners

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nice

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The West Wing, any +/ any or ensemble, literally anything you might want to write I’m just wondering if anyone else here is on that fandom :)

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Any, any/any, When the world ends, all they have is each other

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canonisrelative.livejournal.com

Set mid-15.19 “Inherit the Earth,” so spoilers through the end of Supernatural. Find it over on my LJ…

https://canonisrelative.livejournal.com/90807.html

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

I wanna hug you again! This was so powerful, I did not think I would have so many feels, but I do. You are amazing! Thank you so much for this fantastic fic!!!

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canonisrelative.livejournal.com

Thank you so much! Ahh I’ve been thinking about this literally since the day I saw that episode, wondering how/if/when Dean would tell Sam about Cas’s confession and deal with the Empty. It was reallly exciting to finally sit down and write it.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Criminal Minds, Buffy Summers + Tara Lewis, without knowing Buffy's Big Secret, Dr. Lewis is asked to give a profile of Buffy, ostensibly to give her a higher security clearance.

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