#small font so pretend i'm whispering it

[plumadot]

bard scar singing a little love song at the crastle tavern and making direct eye contact with warlock grian

i think i just got murdered by my own thought what the fuck

[silent-raven13]

When Miles rizz Hobie

"Nothing could woo me, mates." Hobie began as his friends were picking on him for turning pink around Miles. "It's merely affection, like how comfortable I'm around with someone I trust." The small group were hanging around Headquarters just to pass the time.

"Huh uh?" Gwen snorted.

Pav nodded having to get on his tippy toes to at least face Hobie on his level, "Dude, you turned pink when Miles even looks at you!"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." The punker plays it off still disagreeing.

"Oh yeah! Alright, bet!" Gwen said out loud.

"Hahaha, where's Miles is at?" Pav giggles with sweet delight.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Miles is just a mate."

"Yet you call him, Sunflower!" Gwen said out loud.

"And luv, darling, dear, Brooklyn, Peter Pan!" Pav uses his fingers to show how many nicknames Hobie used on the young Spider-man. "You like him, huh?"

"Still have no idea what are you two talking about." Hobie pretending he didn't understand what they mean. He's being a cool guy deny their words.

"You always touchy feeling with him!" Gwen throw her hands up in the air, "Do we need to say anymore!"

Miles appeared from the corner of the hallway having to look at his holo-evaluation from Miguel from his watch. The meeting with the older Spider-man ended on a positive note, and it got him super happy. There was progress here!

His honey-brown eyes glanced up to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone, and spotted his friends. "Hey GUYS!" He happily went up toward them with a small jog.

"Ohh, he's here." Gwen whispers to Hobie.

Hobie froze having his eyes on Miles running up to them. Pav said, "Hey, Miles. What are you doing here?" The two saw Hobie turning pink and giggles.

"Oh, I was in a meeting with Miguel! We were talking about my last mission." Miles sounded so happy that it had Hobie's color shit to an awful muted red with murky green and yellow. Is that jealousy colors?

Gwen's eyes widen at the punker's colors being amazed yet not so surprised. Pav being the instigator, "Ohh, you and Miguel, huh? Sounds spicy!"

"Wha?" Miles's being unaware of Hobie's sudden changes in color since he's focus on Pav's questions.

Hobie had newspaper texture with black ink, Gwen leans over to read the fonts, "Fuck you, Pav. Are you going do that in front of me?" Oh. She giggles softly at this.

"You know, Spider-people like to talk." Pav snickers, "So are you and Miguel doing the nasty? Come on, tell us!"

"No! Hell nah, man. He could be the same age as my dad- what the fuck?" Miles quickly held his hands up in defense, "and I'm sixteen years old! Man, you want him to catch a case?"

"I dunno a lot of teenage Spider-heroes would, y'know." Gwen quickly added.

Pav saw Hobie's paper texture changing into a dark red and grey color with aggressive rips and ink marks. Hobie stood with no emotion showing, crazy huh?

"Well, not me! Anyway, my evaluation came out really good. I might go on missions with him. Hopefully." Miles casually said still being naive.

"Solo mission with Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself showing his jealousy, his body went through three different paper textures and turned murky green. Gwen and Pav awed at how fast his reality colors changes.

"Hopefully? That sounds like you're hoping for something, Miles!" Pav giggles having to nudge Hobie, "Huh, Hobie?"

"Not like that." The black Latino Spiderman rub his naked neck being a bit weirded out by his friends' sudden questions. "I see Miguel as a mentor. He's not bad when he's not trying to kill you. Also," Miles went up to Hobie, which causes the punker's color to change with a surprise fonts with a soft purple being surprised by his crush being so close to him.

Miles happily smiled at him, "Hobie, what's up? You been quiet. Something wrong?" His hand touches Hobie's cheek, "Are you sick? Si es así, Puedo prepararte caldo de pollo?"

Hobie turns bright pink staying frozen with his eyes widen. "No. No, luv." he crosses his arms trying to be cool. "I'm only listening."

"Oh," Miles pulls his hand away, "At least you're fine, man." His smile widens showing off his teeth. "I was beginning to worry."

Gwen and Pav look at each other then saw Hobie turning a brighter pink with heart stamps and fonts, a bit of shimmer this time. "Hmm?" They hummed at him.

Hobie scowls a bit at them, "Shut up!" The two laughing out loud.

"What happen?" Miles being so confused.

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cynosure. (vi)

─── chapter 6 ~ fly to the moon

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

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a cheerful grin paints itself across your cheeks as you glance at xiao, "that was so much fun!" looking up from his phone where he's been scrolling through twitter, he schools away his irritated expression from the awful hate comments, and instead smiles, "yeah, it looks like everyone really enjoyed it too." "i, for one, definitely did," you wink, "especially that time when we tried being on opposite teams and i distracted you with pick-up lines so i could shoot you." heat rises to xiao's cheeks and he pretends to cough, covering his face with his hands to hide his expression, "that was a fluke. never again."

you step closer, clasping your hands behind your back as you smirk at him, "it's funny though..." your proximity to xiao is maddening, and his gaze darts down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes as you utter, "if you had flirted with me even once..." there's almost no space between you both when you lean in and whisper, your hot breath tickling his ear, "i'd have been a sitting duck for the rest of the stream." xiao freezes as you pull back with a playful laugh, and he thinks he is extremely close to spontaneously combusting. "y/n, you never fail to get me this flustered," xiao murmurs, prompting you to frown as you worry if you've offended him. thankfully, the next moment he lets out a warm chuckle, amber eyes meeting yours with mirth shining in them, "i wouldn't have it any other way."

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you're on the doorstep of xiao's house, waiting idly for your cab to arrive. xiao and you are chatting, your conversation ranging from everything under the sun without drying up even once. it's almost magical, really, how easily words flow between the two of you like an endless river. even xiao, who is usually stoic and silent, speaks to you normally. sure, his replies are brief and curt, but you believe it's more so because he prefers not to waste words, and some answer is better than no answer! just then, a notification sounds from your phone, interrupting the pair of you. when you check it, you realise your driver is only a couple of minutes away.

"ah, xiao, it looks like they're almost here to pick me up!" you show him your phone screen, and he nods. "i'll wait here with you until then." fiddling with the straps of your knapsack, you shuffle your feet absently while wondering if you should actually act on the budding idea in your head. "penny for your thoughts?" xiao slices through your buzzing mind, a welcome relief from your rushing thoughts, and you smile, "i'm actually so glad we got to do this collab!" xiao is evidently surprised by your reply, as his eyes widen, but he waits for you to continue. "i feel like the two of us got a lot closer," here you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, prompting him to roll his eyes. "and also it was tons of fun to hang out with you!" you fling your arms around xiao in a surprise hug, and he stiffens up immediately under the sudden contact. but then a few seconds pass, and he hesitantly wraps his arms around you too, reciprocating your actions and enveloping you in warmth.

do it, your mind seems to be screaming at you, do it now or you'll never get another chance. after weighing the pros and cons of what you're about to do at lightning speed, you move away from the hug and make eye contact with him as you beam, "thank you, xiao."

"no worri-" he begins, but the next moment, you interrupt him by leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

it's a chaste kiss ringing with purity, one conveying your honest intentions. a small noise of shock escapes xiao's lips, but he doesn't break the kiss, in fact he leans into it! his lips taste sweet, like a fond dream, and they're just as kissable as you imagined. neither of you make a move to separate, lips colliding with one another without pause for breath - it feels like this is meant to be, like you can keep kissing xiao forever. you want to tangle your hands in his teal hair, for him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you even closer, but fate seems to have other plans.

the next moment, the unmistakable sound of a car horn honks loudly behind you two, snapping you back to reality. you pull away from xiao, grinning at the sight of his flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips; you suppose you don't look much better. hoisting your bag onto your shoulders again, you wink at xiao before dashing down the driveway into your taxi, "we should do that again, xiao!"

and as the car drives away, xiao shakes his head, a light blush still dusting his cheeks and the ghost of a smile playing about his mouth, "yes, we should."

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[reine-du-sourire]

Je Vois La Vie En Rose

Redmond sings his friends to sleep in the Swan Gazebo. A fanfic by AstraLowelle.

Many thanks to @grelleswife for beta-ing.

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"Curfew was fifteen minutes ago," Clayton informed the general public.

The general public- consisting of the other three fags and all four prefects- mostly ignored him.

"If you think I'm waking Violet," Redmond murmured, "you have another think coming."

Clayton, who hadn't expected anything else, sighed.

It was a pleasant and mild night, with a third-quarter moon glimmering half-heartedly through a bank of clouds. Redmond was sitting on the gazebo couch, Violet curled up beside him with his head on Redmond's lap, eyes closed while Redmond ran his fingers through the other boy’s hair.

Clayton was attempting to read, Cole was swinging his arms mindlessly and watching the clouds through the gazebo poles, Greenhill was trying to pretend he wasn't yawning, Cheslock was demonstrating his lack of knowledge a propos Edward's personal space, and Bluewer was regarding the school buildings with detached interest.

"Are we stuck out here?" he wanted to know.

"Shhh," put in Redmond.

"We may as well be, seeing as we're probably locked out. Whose brilliant idea was this excursion so late?"

"It's not too bad out here, anyway. Stop complaining."

"Shhh!"

"There's a factual inadequacy stated in this. Plato's philosophy clearly states-"

"Shhhh!"

There was a moment of silence.

A soft breeze played through the gazebo.

"I'm bored," Cheslock complained.

"I'm tired," Cole took up the theme.

Leaves rustled.

"Why don't I sing you all a lullabye?"

Everyone turned to face Redmond, with varying looks ranging from mildly puzzled all the way to downright bewildered on their faces.

"A lullabye?" Clayton asked skeptically.

Greenhill frowned. "We're hardly children."

"Of course not, but music and songs are by no means the private domain of children! They belong to everyone! Now...there's a rather lovely piece that my mother taught me in my youth. Violet knows it, too- it's called ‘La Vie en Rose.’ Cole, are you familiar?"

Cole shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. Is it that French one?"

"Don't have a heart attack," sighed Bluewer as Redmond gave a melodramatic and apoplectic gasp. "We're sure he didn't mean the only French one."

"All of you-" Redmond indicated the four standing- "sit down at once so I can remedy this travesty. You're going to adore this. Clayton, do put your book away."

Reluctantly, Clayton marked his page and stuck the small volume on the handrail. “How long will this take?”

“That is not the way to approach music!”

“Fine. How long is this song?”

Being careful not to elbow Violet in the face, Redmond crossed his arms. “Just listen, for heaven’s sake. And sit. You too, Midford. All of you.”

With a shrug and a smile, Cole took a seat beside his prefect. Edward perched himself awkwardly on a sofa opposite, upon which Cheslock plopped down beside him, and Clayton sat next to Bluewer, looking extremely uncomfortable at this breach of privilege, permitted or no.

Redmond cleared his throat quietly, inhaled, and began.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voila le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens...

Quand il me prend dans ses bras...

Cole crept quietly closer on the couch and curled up beside Redmond, who put an arm around him. The younger boy's eyelids drooped.

Il me parle tout bas...

Greenhill let the tiniest yawn escape him. This set Cheslock off, yawning as well.

Je vois la vie en rose...

"Is he asleep?" Clayton mumbled. No one was entirely sure whom he was addressing.

A soft "shhh" from Bluewer.

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours...

"Vi," Redmont whispered. He gently lifted a dark lock from the pale face. "Vi?"

Violet didn't stir.

With a soft laugh, Redmond looked up at the others. "Greenhill? Midford?"

Soft snoring.

Beside him, Cole snuggled deeper into his side.

"And Clayton, are you- Bluewer?"

No answer.

Redmond smiled, his own eyelids drooping as he leaned back against the couch cushion.

Je vois la vie en rose...

"I didn't think they'd all fall asleep," Violet murmured as he carefully sat up, taking caution not to jostle Redmond. He peered across the gazebo through the darkness. "Almost all. Midford, not a fan of lullabies?"

"No," Edward whispered back. There was a faint shuffling noise. "It was very nice. But I can't fall asleep if Cheslock's asleep on me. He's squashing me."

"Is he?"

"Yes."

A faint smile played itself over the prefect's lips. "Poke him until he moves, then. I suppose we're all stuck here for the night. Sweet dreams, Midford."

"Good night, Violet."

Violet reached under the couch, found his sketchbook and pencil, and began, by the soft light of the moon, to sketch.

His only deviation from the scene before him was to draw his friends not within the boards and lattices of the gazebo, but a field instead of soft red petals drifting lightly on the breeze of a gentle spring night.

The moon shifted behind the clouds.

Violet smiled softly,

Des nuits d'amour à plus en finir Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place Les ennuis, les chagrins, s'effacent Heureux, heureux à mourir...

and put away his book,

Il est entré dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur...

and lay down again on Redmond’s lap,

Moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie Et, dès que je l'apercois Alors je sens en moi...

and fell asleep.

La la la la...la la la...