#goldenpunk fanfic

[felinecryptid]

A Phone Call Away

this is just goldenpunk fluff idk what else to tell you, there's no plot to this

“Hi,” Pav whispered, as soon as the call connected.

“‘ello,” Hobie hummed. “Wha’ are ya’ upto?”

“Nothing, I’m just out getting some groceries. Auntie sent me out and told me not to come back, until I find the brand of tea she likes,”  Pav smiled and Hobie could feel the sun shining on his face. Then he frowned. “Are you still in bed?” 

Hobie laughed. ”I was readin’ a book,” He said, holding up 1984.

“Gadhe. Tell me you've eaten something, at least,” Pav shook his head, putting a bag of potatoes in his cart.

“Ate some leftover chips, luv’, don’t worry about it.”

“I am going to worry, it’s like 2 in the afternoon at yours, and you’re still in bed. I’m not even there to cook you something.” Pav whined. Hobie felt something warm curl up in his chest.

“Awwh, babe, you love me?”

“Of course, janemann, I love you so much.”  Pav held up a pack of tiny biscuits Hobie recognised to be ‘little hearts’. “I would literally kill to kiss you right now.”

“I’d die to kiss ya’.”

“Yeah.” Pavi stared at something off camera, doing some calculations with his unoccupied hand. “Hey, do you think I should get the family pack for 150 rupees or buy two 4-packs of maggi at 160?” He turned to the camera, showing a yellow pack of noodles to Hobie.

“I don't even know the difference,” said Hobie, finally getting up from his bed, looking for the copper water bottle Pav had bought for him.

Pav hummed, “I’m getting the two 4 packs,” He dumped the said items into his cart. “Should I get schezwan chutney for you?”

“The red spicy one? Oh fuck yea’ ov' course,” He said, watching the shirt ride up Pav’s shirt as he reached for the sauce on the top shelf. “It too high for you, shona?” Hobie asked, seeing the predictable blush rise up Pav's face at the hindi pet name. He loved it when Hobie tried and butchered hindi.

“Jaanu, you know I'm in public. I can't respond like I want to, that's so unfair.”

“I know, mere subah ki kiran,” He said, voice raspy, words feeling unusually rounded yet familiar.

“Hobie!”

Hobie laughed. He could see the deep, almost-maroon blush high on Pav’s cheeks. 

“Have you been learning from Gayatri again?” Pav asked, voice accusatory, and a sparkle in his eyes.

“I'm not gunna conform o' deny tha',” Hobie finally found the bottle under the bed, and drained it.

“I love you so much, you ass.”

“I love ya too. Wha' time is it at yours now?”

“Around eight pm, why do you ask?”

“I thought we’d eat together, you could have dinner early and I'd’ve a late brekkie.”

“It’s a late lunch at this point,” Pav scolded. “But yes, I'd like that. What are we eating?

“Mac n' cheese?”

“You know that auntie would kill me if i told her that's my dinner.”

“Jus' tell her it's a snack.”

“You are the snack,” Pavi giggled, highly weird behaviour when in public, but Hobie liked the thought of them being disgustingly cute for everyone to see. Everyone to see their love. Everyone to see how important Pav is to him.

Another part begged him to hide Pav away bc what if his enemies hurt Pav to get at him?

Hobie shook his head, because what enemies did he have? He was a tattoo artist and Pav was a physics academic. It's not like they were fighting supervillains everyday.

Pav thought the head shaking was for his comment because he doubled down. “No you definitely are.” 

“Does tha' mean you wanna eat me instead ov' the mac n’ cheese?”

“No- I mean- Yes, but what the fuck Hobie, I’m literally at the supermarket, and yes I have earphones in, but-” Someone knocks into Pav.

Hobie recognised the glint of her earrings a moment before he heard her voice. “Oh my god, Pav! You didn't tell me you were back in India?”

“Gayatri! I'm sorry, I came back like 3 days ago, and I've been too busy with packing Maya auntie’s things, I literally forget to sleep,” Pav laughed.

“Sounds like an excuse, Pavitr Prabhakar, you little bitch. If you had let me know, I'd have helped you.”

“That's exactly why I didn't tell you, aren't you working on that new movie? With Ranveer Singh in it?”

“So what, I could make time? And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help Maya auntie and you to pack her things- Where's she going by the way?”

“Oh, uh- she's moving to the UK, in with us.”

“Oh, she's leaving?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I thought it'd be better if she lived with us and UK has better resources aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas hi rakhna hai.”

“Yeah that's good, I'm going to miss her, I'll miss you both,” Gayatri's voice seemed sad. “But now I've got an excuse to barge into your house.”

“Wasn't I reason enough?”

“You? yes. Hobie? yes. Dono saath mein? Nope, thank you I'm pretty sure I’d have to bleach my eyes.”

“Thats-”

“Shut it. Speaking of hobie, show me the ring?”

Hobie watched as Pav swapped hands, bringing up his left ring finger into view, a familiar ring shining under the harsh grocery store lights.

Gayatri muffled a squeal. Pav’s grin was so wide that Hobie thought it was bleeding off him to Gayatri and him because Hobie found himself smiling into the cabinets as he took out a box of pasta.

“Ohh! kitna pyaara hai! is that real moonstone?”

“Yeah, it's covered with a thin layer of artificial diamond, it's custom made.”

“I'm so jealous. if my next partner doesn't put in at least this amount of effort, i'm breaking up,” Gayatri shoved Pav gently.

“Hobie would love to hear that. Hey, Hobie, did you hear that?” Pav turned to Hobie gleefully, Gayatri butting into the frame with a delighted look.

“Hi Angrez, wasn't stealing Pav’s heart enough? You had to take Maya auntie too?”

“Oh you can’t hear him, take my other earbud.”

Gayatri takes it, sticking out a tongue at both of them.

“Hello guruji,  you are the one 'elpin' me charm them,” Hobie saluted her with the spoon he was using to scoop out salt.

“Oh my god you are so impossible, what's the status on the Kohinoor?”

“Still on the king's head, regrettably.”

“You promised to get it back if I let you have Pav-”

“Hey, am I a tradable commodity now?”

“-at this rate you have to return the entire British museum, including interest.”

“I'd gladly do tha' on its own.”

“I’m going to accompany Pav to yours to make sure you do just that. Okay, guys, you can get back to your mushiness. I need to get going.” Gayatri waved at him and handed Pav his earbud, disappearing out of frame.

Pav looked at him with a giddy smile “I saw you put pasta in water, what do you want to bet I can check this out and get a take out box in ten minutes?”

“Not one euro or a rupee, I know ya can, including Maya auntie’s favourite tea.”

“I already found it,” Pav held up a box and Hobie couldn't resist blowing a kiss.

“You're on then,” He said, holding up a bag of shredded mozzarella. “Let’s see who gets mac n’ cheese done first.”

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Translation:

gadhe - you ass (but this is the animal ass)

janemann - love of my life (not exactly but close enough)

maggi - verrrryyy popular desi masala ramen noodles

copper infusion water is considered healthy hence the copper bottle

schezwan chutney - a chilli garlic paste its delicious idk the recipe

shona - gold/love

jaanu - my life

mere subah ki kiran - my morning sunshine

Ranveer Singh - famous actor

aur sach bolun to unko mujhe apne paas he rakhna hai - and to be honest, i want her to stay close to me

dono saath me - both of you together

kitna pyaara hai - its so cute

angrez - foreigner (of the english kind)

guruji - extremely respectful word for teacher (when i say extremely respectful i mean it)

kohinoor - famous diamond stolen from india during British Raj

A/N:

this took me forever to edit

i tried a different process of writing which was quicker to finish but took so long to edit iwndiedksndid but ill do this again bc i like this way much better

this fic was inspired by my parents shout out to them for doing long distance straight after marriage with a 1 year old (me) i could never

comment if ya want more bc they keep me alive

[drizzlingcups]

Guilty by Association by DrizzlingCups - Multifandom https://archiveofourown.org/works/48979246 via @ao3org

Hobie meets Pavitr and takes him on a ride across the multiverse. He’d thought there was nothing quite like the impulsive decision than making such a commitment to a traumatized stranger.

Is he biting more than he can chew though?

“Hey, mate,” Hobie stood them both up, his hand on the other’s back trying to comfort him still.

He clicked on something on his wrists, and instantaneously, a whirl of colors appeared in front of where a shed should be, blinding lights spiraling at its center.

“What if I make it up to you and take you to ‘im right now? What d’you say about that? Him from other universes. You can see ‘im again.” He’d offered with a comforting smile, a little triumphant at the fact that he finally managed to work through the portal watch without glitching. A recent achievement he had yet savored the glories of.

“You….made your own portal without help from the society?” Pavitr looked awe-struck, and he’d taken it as a compliment. “Yeah. Took awhile. Rummaged through the old Alchemax building for parts. But anyway, what I’m getting at is, you can see your vampire boyfriend again.” He chuckled, trying to bring the mood up.

Pavitr only looked at him with eyes he couldn’t read, tears still rolling down his face. Hobie tried to guess if he looked thankful or offended that he’d offered that.

“No.” Pavitr closed his tearful eyes. “No….I wouldn’t be able to take it, and it wouldn’t be the same.” He answered, and Hobie had to stop himself from clapping at the iron-resolve because he knew he wouldn’t have done as well if he were in his shoes.

“That is the responsible and mature choice. You ought to be proud of yourself.” He smiled, patting his back again.

“I want to get out of here and make it up to you still. How’s about we go multiverse hoppin’? Would that take your mind off it?” Hobie suggested instead, taking Captain Anarchy’s ideas for a vacation into consideration. And what better way to spend it than with a traumatized stranger?

“I don’t think that’ll get it off my mind, but I’d appreciate that so much.” Pavitr wiped his tears away. “Sure, Hobie, let's do it. Let’s travel the multiverse.” He beamed at him, his red eyes changing into shining crescents, and Hobie had to pause for a moment because the way he changed his expressions so quickly kind of freaked him out.

“Alright, mate, you first.” He gestured to the portal as if holding out the door for him.

“Please call me ‘Pav’.”

He smiled at the nickname. “Okay. You first then, Pav.”

The two stepped in the blaring lights, horizontal gravity tugged them forward, and immediately, they were launched into a world where colors bleeded out only the brightest they could.

Their first sight was a field of butterflies and flowers, stretched far and beyond the horizon, lovely pastel-painted hues draping the imagery of it all. The only problem was that the flowers were the same height as buildings, and the butterflies, the size of marsupials.

“Hobie, where the hell are we?” Pavitr looked to him nervously, and Hobie assessed the area entirely clueless. “Beats me, mate.”

The nonchalance in his voice was staggering.

Pavitr’s face changed into that of disbelief, “Your watch? The coordinates??”

“Coordinates? Oh no, ‘m not well adept at all that technical stuff. This watch just takes us to random dimensions.”

Pavitr’s jaw fell down the floor. “It what?! How do you get back to your dimension?” Pavitr stood there almost totally at the loss for words at how reckless this Hobie was.

“Oi, Pav, ‘m not that stupid. I have a go home button.” He pointed at the tiny button by the side of the watch, relief flashing over his companion’s eyes. “This is still pretty wild though.” Pavitr breathed.

“Thought you did your research on me. Should’ve known I’ve got a knack for being a smidge unhinged.” Hobie had tread forward, slapping the low-hanging petals of a hibiscus flower with the exact circumference of thirteen sun hats.

“Yeah well, you don’t sound so cool when you claim you are.” Pavitr had mumbled, following his tail into god knows where really.

“Never claimed to be cool.” Hobie was walking forward aimlessly, wanting to put his heart into the whole multi-dimensional travel experience. He slid through an aloe-vera plant that stood tall like a waterslide, and chopped vines with the thickness of trunks. “But in Spider-punk’s world, ‘unhinged’ is synonymous to cool, so you just complimented yourself.” A voice trailed behind him, its tone always somehow too teasing for one who claimed to be going through grief. It had been singing some lines in a language he didn’t understand as the Jacaranda bowed to them lowly like bells.

Hobie gave him a smirk, “Their cabinet tell you that?”

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I’ve come from my little cave I brought to you a new GoldenPunk fic!!! Had a lot of fun with this one I practically sped through writing it in six days!! I hope you give it a read! Thank you <33

[lildoodlenoodle]

Some random Hobie information from the comics! I’ve specified where the movies might come in and fanon stuff!

Hobie, despite having a British/cockney accent in the movie and in the comics, lives in NYC in the comics(movie might b different).

Hobie is a homeless teen(I’m pretty sure his parents died) radicalized by his dystopian world.

He’s been Spiderman for 3 years(movie so most of his comics have probably passed) and his world is a weird combination of 1970s-1990s.

Canonically bad at naming things.

His friends/band are tired of his shit and regularly make fun of him for saving the multiverse.

The cops in Hobie’s world all have the venom symbiote, he uses his guitar to play frequencies that disrupt the symbiotes.

He kills Norman Osborn twice.

Yes he kills cops.

Full name is Hobart.

Originally he hated being called Spider-Punk.

He works with his worlds Daredevil(Mattea Murdock), Captain America(Captain Anarchy), Hulk(Robbie Banner), Ironheart(RiotHeart), Ms. Marvel, etc.

Most people in his ‘band’ can’t actually play lol.

With facism one of his other greatest enemies is capitalism and being ‘marketable’.

Hobie’s design was originally meant to be Spider UK, who later became Billy Braddock.

He also got a symbiote dog called Spider-Mutt in his latest run.

Gwen Stacy was a famous rockstar who died in his world, Hobie was a fan!

He was originally recruited to what I affectionately call the ‘Interdimensional Spider Death Squad’ run by the Superior Spider with Spider Noir (and eventually Miles and Jessica joined right before the teams merged)rather than the other group of spiders.

He was the one that brought Miles back into the ‘spider society’ when the inheritors came back.

In the comics he lives in a Welfare center in Brooklyn he and his friends/band operate, in the movie he lives in a boat!

Hobie has an interdimensional band with Gwen(drums), Pavitr(keyboard), Noir(bass), Anya(1616 vocals), and Ham(air guitar)

I can’t remember Hobie having any romantic interests in his universe, but fanon wise he is often shipped with his canon gay friend, Captain Anarchy aka Karl Morningdew, but Karl does have a canon boyfriend. But outside of his universe there’s a whole host of possible ships and some do include: Hobiemiles / punkflower hobiepav/chaipunk hobiegwen / ghostpunk

[b-lizi]

Goldenpunk under a starry night 🌌

A fanart for the fantastic writer @chaos-and-sparkles for a fic that isn't here yet but whose idea sounded stunning to me : Pavitr meeting a star deity, who's no one else than Hobie.

Close-ups and descriptions :

I thought immediately of Ponyo's parents (giant woman woooo) and nighttime on the sea. Pavitr might be in a dream, how come he walks on the sea ? And the galaxy seems to move and shape around someone's head...

Also, heterochromia was part of old Hobie's concept art, and I wanted to keep it since it was such a sick idea to show even more the duality/inconsistency of Hobie's character.

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[chaos-and-sparkles]

Presenting:

Prowler Pavitr <3<3

Here's Pavitr's design in my Prowler Pavitr au akjdskjdskjkskdsk! It's my au where Pavitr is a fallen hero who used to be Spider-Man and becomes the Prowler, fueled by rage against a world and a system that forced him to pretend at perfection and then only hurt him and the people he loves.

I love him so much,, I have so much stuff in progress about him rn (working on the fics too). Gonna have chaipunk front and center, and like four separate plot arcs, I'm so insane about this au actually -

Anyway here's some infodump about his design inspirations and symbolism I put in it, I loveeeee talking abt him:

Hair -

Okay so this is after some time, like a couple months since Pav became the Prowler, and he's grown his hair out a bit now. It's kind of a mix of rejection of the "masculine" standard of short cropped hair by flaunting his longer curls that he's always been proud of and even had to grow to love He also dyes his hair purple! Bc he didn't wanna cut his hair but he wanted to do something to set himself apart from his old identity and also he's literally an impulsive 17-18 year old and wanted to do something that felt like owning his own self and asserting autonomy over his body etc etc

Something Borrowed -

The tie that he's using to tie back his hair is his original blue headband!! It doesn't go with his outfit at all but It's the original blue headband that Maya Aunty got for him all those years ago that he's been wearing forever and it snapped and broke in the battle that preceded what happened to her, and he still keeps it and ties his hair back with it instead The nosering (nath) used to be Gayatri's, they used to try out her jewelry on him and he loved that one so much she gifted it to him, and since he's basically left his old life and gone no contact with her it's all he has left of Gaya too

Main Outfit -

His jacket is loosely based on Krrish's leather jacket from the Bollywood movie series that's about a superhero named Krrish. I just think it has the dramatique and vibe Pav would like He binds his chest bc he still hadn't had top surgery but he's way more open about it, with the binding showing through the neck of the jacket now where he would have never dared to hint at it before,,, another thing about how he doesn't care about people's opinions and perceptions and standards anymore, he wants to say fuck you as much to everything in the system as he can and also piss people off while he's at it and a trans antihero/villain is a surefire way to do that. His dhoti is basically a dhoti pant, modified a bit bc i liked it

He has payals on his feet that make a faint chhan chhan noise when he approaches which has creepiness and cuteness potential imo I basically turned the prowler logo into his dhoti belt buckle askjdsjk

It's also slightly modified to mimic a trishul or even a diya shape, up for interpretation either way, bc trishuls are a symbol of Shiva, god of destruction, and diyas are a symbol of light in the darkness and the need to find it Also the chain around the dhoti at his hips is both a reference to decorative dhoti chain accessories and the lil things on it are his modified grenades that he uses for arson, bc Prowler Pav is big on arson and murder ajajsjsj

Prowler Claws -

His bangles/claws were hands down my favourite part to design!!

So his claws are of course his original spiderman bangles modified into the prowler claws But i based them on three weapons, each of which means something interesting for Pavitr

The first is bagh nakh. Literally translates to "tiger claws", famously used in a legend of Shivaji Maharaj They usually curl into the palm instead of going between the fingers like they do for Pav, but they're basically metal claws wound secretly around your hand for a sneak attack It's associated with bravery and righteous rage bc of Shivaji Maharaj but it's also really associated with stealth and an attack from unexpected quarters, being stabbed from a side no one saw coming. Which. Pavitr. The perfect hero, becoming the Prowler. Come on

Second is the trishul, aka trident That's the reason there are three prongs to his claw Trishul is the symbol of the god Shiva, and as i mentioned he's the god of destruction, as in he's part of the main triumvirate of gods who focus on creation preservation and destruction He also is really really associated with rage, especially destructive rage; he has a whole dance called the tandava for his rage which is a Huge Deal I can't stress this enough And because Prowler Pav is a being fuelled by rage against a system that has hurt so many including him that he wants to destroy and see burned, it is perfect for him The trishul is also seen as a symbol of goddess Kali, who's similar in the destruction goddess aspect and also is literally an embodiment of rage and violence that cannot be controlled which is more the theme I started out with, but whichever you notice first, it works either way. There's a whole myth in fact where Shiva had to lie beneath her feet to stop her destructive rampage before it ended the world.

And lastly, the urumi, aka the whip sword from Kerala Basically each of Prowler Pav's claws extend into whip swords when he does the swing/slash/whip motion This is really interesting at least to me, bc it means 2 things: 1) Pav still remembers and is actively using some of his skillset from swinging around as Spiderman. He does use the urumis to curl around distant objects and swing too, and they are very lethal weapons when used right, and that use requires a lot of skill, huge parts of which he built up by his experience 2) This is a weapon which requires an unimaginable amount of control, precision and strength And Pav is doing all that So all of his actions, every movement, is very deliberate and thought out. He's not doing any of this - turning away from heroism, becoming the Prowler, using these lethal weapons - on a whim. They are all very very deliberate.

Also one more thing - the blades of his claws are all retractable ofc But they are not protected or anything They slice up his palms and the in-betweens of his fingers whenever he uses them,, especially when he uses them as urumis And it would be so easy to fix the design or make gloves or smth so they don't do that But he doesn't ever do it He could make it so his hands don't bleed on using his claws But he doesn't want to

He is an angsty boyo...

Mask -

The eyes are ofc like the prowler mask design except I made them more curved and curled at the end bc that's a kind of shape often seen in traditional art of the headdress of Kali, goddess of uncontrollable violence as I've said before Then the part between them is meant to be based off a third eye, which is something both Shiva and Kali have. It opens at the height of their rage, it's meant to symbolise destructive fury for them both Although it's also used in an all seeing context otherwise but a lot of whitewashed bullshit is also there that dilutes sources to find connotations His theyyam-based tusks from his Spider-Man mask, I wanted to keep

The shape below the eyes is based off the noses in masks in various regional Indian tribal and traditional masks,,, a lot of them tend to have a very distinctive curly nose shape that I wanted to keep, a lot of these masks also depict rage or are intimidating and are very emotive And then ofc you have the bottom of the mask, I made the curved-ish cut based on the peacock-feather-y shape i was using but it's also based on the general shape of Kali's lips in traditional art where she has her tongue out, it's a big symbol of her rage and rampage I tried to put the tongue too but it looked awkward and honestly i thought it would be cooler to jsut leave the bottom half of the mask open and you can see Pav's mouth and his expressions through it a bit instead, in the spirit of that And also it's based a little bit off Krrish's mask, you can never escape the Krrish design Also there's the lil teeth. Those are often used in art for demons and animals,, and Prowler Pav is very cat coded in his behaviour in general tbh. He's like if an orange cat's fur got burned to black.

Anyway, so yeah, that's him!

[royal-stardust]

wrote this cute goldenpunk fic at 1am last night!! enjoyyy

[kaanbaltlakfics]

El peor

Pareja: Hobie Brown / Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Verse Comics)

Descripción: Lo dijo, y muy en serio, con tal de ver qué tan lejos podía llegar el «peor Spider-man».

La expresión de Hobie no se inmutó tras haber escuchado esas cinco palabras. Solo apartó su mirada para dirigirla a las pantallas sin imagen, era como si tardara en procesar lo que había dicho, pero Pavitr sabía que no era eso. Hobie, Spider-punk, podía ser muchas cosas pero no era estúpido, mucho menos lento. Más bien intentaba procesar, descifrar lo que había detrás de ellas y cuando logró hacerlo, regresó la mirada a Pavitr. Él seguía sentado, su expresión por igual intacta después de haber dicho esas cinco palabras. Eso podía cambiar, por supuesto. Todo podía cambiar si Hobie decidía hacer algo, lo que fuera; largarse o acercarse.

Y así lo hizo. Un largo paso con sus largas piernas y estaba justo frente a Pavitr. Un movimiento más hacia delante y estaba inclinado, el rostro de Hobie a meros centímetros del suyo y una mano en un brazo de la silla, acorralándolo. Pavitr abrió la boca para preguntar qué pretendía hacer, moviendo su torso hacia delante con la intención de deshacerse de él, pero otra mano en su pecho lo empujó a su posición original y la respiración de Hobie, los pocos milímetros que había entre sus labios y el arete de su oreja hicieron que se tragara sus palabras apretando la mandíbula. Podría patearlo con un solo pie, hacerlo volar hasta la pared más lejana de la habitación con mucha fuerza, tan sencillo como eso. No quería hacerlo, por razones que iban más allá de no empezar una estúpida pelea, por la misma razón que había abierto la boca para decirle aquello.

Pavitr llevó sus manos hasta los hombros de Hobie en un intento, en una señal, de quitárselo de encima, tratando de ignorar el leve escalofrío que recorría su espalda y el zumbido de su sentido arácnido que le avisaba se apartara de allí, rápido, pronto, aunque no hubiera a donde correr ni a donde voltear. Hobie no retrocedió, en lo absoluto. Por el contrario, lo sentía aún más cerca de su cuerpo, como si lo hubiera atraído más hacia él, como si la física y el concepto de espacio no existieran en realidad. La barba de una semana que se había dejado raspaba su mejilla.

—El peor, ¿hum?

Los labios de Hobie acariciaron el lóbulo de su oreja izquierda demasiado lento, demasiado suave, cuando habló. Su sentido arácnido se hacía más presente con cada diminuta fracción de segundo que pasaba. La mano que estaba en su pecho se deslizó hasta su barbilla para tomarla y mantener su cabeza quieta. Dolor. Los dientes de Hobie se incrustaron en su lóbulo, los sintió incluso a través del metal de su arete. Arqueó la espalda, sus manos apretaron con fuerza los hombros.

—Veremos eso.

Dijo tras soltar el lóbulo. Se enderezó para mirar a Pavitr por lo alto, su expresión aún sin cambiado, y estiró su brazo derecho hacia la izquierda. Pavitr llevó su propia mano al lóbulo que había sido mordido y lo masajeó con sus dedos índice y pulgar. El dolor ya no estaba, solo el calor de la boca de Hobie y la marca de sus dientes permanecían.

Link al fanfic completo &lt;3

[bestbouy]

they're sleepy. they're adorable. they're in love. they're goldenpunk.

[echoesact5]

pink flamingo chapter 3

red eye:

a drip coffee with a shot of espresso poured on top, first known as a “shot in the dark” or “coffee with a shot” in the late ‘90s.

(aka gwen makes a terrible awful drink, and pavitr does a terrible awful job at flirting, and hobie plays in a terrible awful band)

[monsieurgraves]

I feel like I should mention how much I love that chaipunk/goldenpunk shippers actually respect Gayatri. Cause (from what I've seen) in most fanfics I've read and just any chaipunk media in general Pavitr and Gayatri are absolute besties, I don't think I've ever seen her villianized at all, which is so rare.

In a lot of fandoms if there's a gay ship and one of them have a girlfriend or a close friend that's a girl a lot of the fandom will villainize her which so many people hate (including myself) for obvious reasons.

But I have not seen anything like that at all from this fandom at all which is so refreshing. I've even seen a lot of chaipunk/goldenpunk shippers adore her and I absolutely love that.

anyway that was kind of irrelevant but I felt like it should be mentioned.

<3

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[felinecryptid]

Black Holes and Stars

or Pav really wants to kiss Hobie, dammit

as always, translations are at the end xx

also the songs are clickable (they take you to Spotify <3)

Pav was never going to order an uber again.

The first two cabs cancelled because of the new year’s rush and the third cab they ordered and had it reach them had a milkshake spill on one seat. Making the seating capacity three instead of four, for their four person group. Pav’s heart jumped into his throat as Gwen called shotgun and Miles called dibs on the seat behind Gwen. Leaving Hobie and Pav to share one seat. Where Pav was right now, sitting deathly still on Hobie’s lap, aware of every shift of fabric, every little breath fanning across the back of his neck, every little hum when at the end of his deep rebervating huffs of laughter.

Now, Pav has had prolonged contact with Hobie, but in the form of extremely complex handshakes, the occasional headlock and the most frequent of all, being thrown straight onto Hobie during fights. This was different. This was intentional and intimate. This was feeling the intoxicating heat of his body for all of the forty minutes of the ride. This was a situation where Hobie could feel the goosebumps erupt all over his skin with the brush of a finger. This was dangerous. Pav zoned back to the conversation, having lost track of it an eternity ago.

“-I’m actually offended that they’re allergic to kiwis,” Miles continued, deep into storytelling to notice Gwen's sickening smitten stare. “Like, they look like they should love kiwis, but noo, they are allergic.”

“Wha’s a kiwi, anyway?” Hobie asked, leaning towards Miles over the spilt milkshake.

Gwen turned to Hobie the same time Miles whipped around. Pav tried his best to shoot an incredulous look at Hobie without shifting his body, a task that proved to be almost impossible.

Silence blanketed them, broken by Kamariya playing on the radio and the occasional horn in the traffic.

“Hobie, have you never had a kiwi?” Gwen had almost fully turned around in her seat and Pav didn't have the heart to point out the police officer scanning the traffic.

“My world’s on the brink of total anarchical collapse, ‘aven't got a scooby ‘bout kiwis because I’ve got other things to do,” Hobie shrugged, fiddling with the window button.

“My bad, Hobie. We need to fix that immediately,” Gwen nodded.

“Wha’? My universe?”

“No, not that. Not yet, I’m talking about a kiwi.”

“Damn, an’ here I though’ you were gon’ fix me problems.”

“Your problem is a government. I can't deal with my own father, the government is a whole another cake.”

“Ye, ye’ those are the fightin’ words, Gwendy.” Hobie leaned out further yet, putting his hand on Pav’s waist, for balance-

Don't ask Pav the colour of anything, he doesn't know. He’s pretty sure his lungs are beeping the same error message as his brain.

“Eat shit, Brown.”

“Alright children, càlmate."

“Ain't you the underage un’?”

Pav was hearing words, but his remaining three brain cells were trying to process the warmth of Hobie’s hand seeping through the thin linen of his shirt, the contours of his hand perfectly fitting around Pav’s side. Waves of shivers ran down his skin like the waxing and waning shadows cast by the amber lights outside.

Pav looked at Hobie, neck straining, to see if he could see his thoughts in his eyes, and instead met his own eyes, thoughts and emotions all reflected in the kaleidoscope of Hobie’s eyes.

Pav wasn't the only one feeling the pull, right? He wasn't. He couldn't be the only one, when Hobie’s eyes grew impossibly deeper, the browns receding, like a blackhole and its glowing event horizon, and Pav had no choice but to crash. A little bit more and-

“Hey lovebirds! We’re here!” Miles called, rapping sharply on their side of the window, opening the door.

Pav reeled back, ridiculously thinking about spaghettification, because his face was on fire and his legs felt like cooked noodles.

“I’ll give ya ‘lovebirds’, you fucker-” Hobie launched himself at Miles, chasing him around, leaving Pav to pay.

“Bhaiya, zara QR code dikhana, PhonePe kar deta hun.” Pav nodded at the driver, who was distractedly chewing some gum.

The guy took out the code on his phone. “A word of advice; do something about that guy. You two were painful, literally ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the. Abhi I need to go, dry clean the seat where the last customer sat, and sprinkle ganga jal where you both sat. Thank you and happy new year, I hope no one else has to witness you both- doing whatever that was- I feel like I need a shot of ganga jal as well.”

Saying Pav felt mortified was a massive understatement. He wanted the earth to crack open under him and swallow him whole as he paid the money, with a generous tip.

Hobie hung back a bit away from earshot, but that still didn't stop him from bugging Pav about what took him so long. Pav valiantly did not blush more as he refused to elaborate.

***

“You have games here?” Miles’ eyes shone with excitement. “I thought we were just going to get drunk on cheap drinks and dance while other couples make out.”

“You can't technically drink yet, new guy.” Pav pointed at the thick, black ’X’ on his hand.

“I can. I did. At Hobie’s,” Miles grumbled as Hobie put an arm around him.

“Yea’, me’ mandem fucked aroun’ the nuclear subs at fourteen, you definitely could drink and smoke when you are seventeen."

“Stop that, you ass,” Miles hit Hobie upside the head, ducking out of his chokehold. “All of you are so mean to me.”

“I’m not mean to you,” Gwen poked Miles in the shoulder. “I am literally so nice to you.”

“You are the worst offender, Gwendy, you didn't let me ride shotgun.”

“Awwh, but I really wanted to.”

“I wanted to, too.”

“I could make it up to you,” Gwen leant closer to Miles, taking his hand. Pav could see the dark blush take up residence on Miles’ face. Before Pav could interrupt, Gwen was pulling him away, into the crowd with a shout of ‘see ya’ around!’

“We should get us a drink.” Hobie’s breath tickled the shell of Pav’s ear, and he couldn't have stopped the shivers if he had wanted to.

“We can't, Maya Auntie would hit me with the jhaadu if she sniffs out anything suspicious on me.”

“Does tha’ mean I shouldn' drink either?”

“Why wouldn't you? I want you to have a good time.”

“‘know plenty ways to ‘ave a good time that don't include no tumblin’ down the sink.” Pav could hear the smirk in his voice. He didn't know what he could do other than melt into a puddle on the floor. Still, he shot him a mock glare.

“Smooth like sandpaper, bada aaya Romeo,” Pav managed, and for a second he believed in his own bravado. “How about I show you some tumbling?” Pav hooked his finger in Hobie’s collar, pulling him down, down, down, till their faces were level. Pav could feel himself getting lost in the deep black of Hobie's eyes. “Kya bolti tu?” Pav murmured, voice breathless and husky.

Pav could see the exact moment when Hobie’s self restraint shattered. The irises of Hobie's eyes were swallowed up by the gravitational pull of the black of his eyes, and Pav couldn't wait to be swallowed up too.

He leans in closer, anticipating, hoping-

Someone- Someones- collided with them, bringing all of them down. For the second time that day, Pav found himself very acquainted with Hobie's body.

He feels Hobie’s arms holding him, a futile attempt to protect him from the floor, considering he's currently flat against the same, breath knocked out of him yet again, this time for multiple reasons.

“Oh we're so sorry! So, so, sorry- Just, I was looking for my friend and Saswat here was annoying me an’ I wasn't watching where I was goin’-” The person rambled on at a frankly terrifying speed as they got up. Hobie huffed as helped Pav up, “It’s alri’e, jus’ watch where you goin.”

“We’re so sorry, let us buy you something as an apology,” The person gushed, and then hit the guy- Saswat- in the stomach, urgently whispering that sounded a whole lot like ‘kuchh bolna, gadhe’.

“It's alright, really,” Pav conceded, sensing another word vomit if he didn't stop the train wreck of a conversation that was happening. “We should get going, do our own thing, you know-”

“You should join us for a game of spin the bottle,” Saswat winked. Pav wasn't sure what that meant. “We can buy you a drink then. Come with us,” Saswat swung his arm over Pav’s shoulders, walking him straight into a circle with about 5 people in various degrees of inebriation in a loose circle, sprawled over bean bags, and love seats. Pav thought one of them looked familiar. Like really familiar.

“Meet our new friends!” Saswat announced. This is- uh- what's your names?” He hissed urgently in his ear.

“I'm Pavitr, and that's Hobie-”

“Right, yeah, this is Pavitr and that's Hobby,” Saswat declared, gesturing grandly, plopping onto the only empty barstool. Pav and Hobie squished themselves into a wide-ish armchair. At least it was a step up from still on Hobie’s lap, Pav thought wildly, thighs pressed against each other.

“Not again,” The other person groaned, sitting down next to a girl with long greyish dyed hair. “I can't do this again.” They muttered and Pav got the feeling that he wasn't supposed to hear it.

“Saswat, you whore,” The familiar looking person reached over, tugging on his ear.

“Shut up Achari, maine toh kuch kiya bhi nahi hai,” Saswat slapped the person’s hand away.

“You are thinking it, you don’t even have to do something,” Achari replied. “Also I feel like I know the short guy.”

“Hey, watch who you're calling short!”

“But you are! You are practically matchbox sized, you could fit in an ikea bag, or a suitcase!”

“Alright, Athanni stop antagonising Pavitr, we're here to make new friends. Right, Annz?” The silver haired girl turned to the person who caused the collision, who turned an interesting shade of red, muttering ‘yep, ‘spin the bottle’ ek doston waala game hai, definitely’ under their breath. Pav had no idea if the silver haired girl didn't hear that or pretended not to because she went on.

“Here are the rules: spinner kisses whoever the bottle lands on and because we are not big fans of forcing someone to kiss, you can skip kissing and instead take a big sip of your drink,” The silver haired girl- Pav can't just keep calling here that in his mind- said. Annz side eyed the girl.

“Tammy, you know I don't have a drink, and neither do the new kids.”

“Then you'll just have to kiss me,” The girl- her name being Tammy, apparently- responded with a cheeky grin.

“Stop it, I can't breathe with all the UST you guys have, ugh,” Athanni drained the last of their drink in one big gulp, slamming down the bottle in the middle. “Let's get this ball rollin'!”

They spin the bottle.

Pav wondered why he and Hobie were still there, playing a kissing game with strangers, as he watched the bottle spin around, practically blurring.

They could just leave, right? Pav glanced at Hobie, and they met eyes. Pav froze. Hobie’s eyes had never looked so dark as they did now. “Wish we were alone now.” He whispered, only for Hobie, because he did. He only wished they were alone, maybe in this room, maybe in the whole world. Or maybe Pav wanted everyone to just look away and not pay attention, because the only attention he wanted was Hobie’s.

They hadn't broken eye contact for a moment. Pav could see a familiar emotion on Hobie's face, an emotion that made Pav’s stomach swoop with elation, the same emotion that made him want to giggle wildly when Hobie was too close, the same emotion that rose in his chest and up his throat when they were close enough, close enough to-

‘Your turn, short boy,” Athanni’s voice pulled him back to his frustrating reality.

“What?” Pav asked, trying to keep the irritation out his voice.

“Spin the bottle. You know, the game,” Athanni smiled, faux innocence dripping off their face.

“Y- yeah, the game, right. Uh-” Pav reached over and gave the bottle a weak nudge. It leisurely turned around three times.

Before coming to a stop at Hobie.

Pav could have kissed Athanni or even the bottle but he didn't, because he was going to kiss Ho-

“There you are Pav, I've been looking all over for you!”

If Miles was spiderman, he surely could survive a fall from the top of the Qutub minar, right? Pav turned to look at Miles, fighting his way out of a rather thick crowd of people, hand clasped tightly with Gwen's, who appeared to be expertly nursing a drink within the crush of the crowd.

“Gwen convinced the DJ to play some english songs, come join us for a dance!” Miles said, smiling ear to ear and Pav could not stay angry.

He got up, nodding at the group of strangers. “This game was fun, thanks, but now we must go.” Hobie didn't even wait till Pav was done to start tugging him away into the crowds. Pav heard a chorus of ‘byes’ and maybe a ‘go get it dude!’ as he let himself be dragged away.

***

“I believe you owe me a dance, chodu,” Pav smiled, pushing Hobie over to the masses, where people were swaying to Radha.

“If ya think you can keep up, you're sorely mistaken, me raspberry tart,” Hobie said, leaning on the wall, stretching his arms above languidly and it was all Pav could do to not jump him right there. “You like to dance close?” Hobie asked, resting those arms on Pav’s shoulders like a middle school dance, “Or closer?” He slid his hands down to his waist, pulling him in, and how could Pav breath with them pressed together like that?

In the dim lights and thundering beats of the dance floor, a voice broke through. "Pav! C’n you te’ me where the res’room is- I really need th’ pee." Gwen appeared, giggling and speech slurring, and Pav wished that homicide was legal, not for the first time, not during this night, not in his life. Hobie leaned away, and Pav lamented not cherishing their proximity more.

He didn't think he hated Gwen, but at the moment Gwen was being particularly annoying, of course not intentionally. Or at least Pav didn't think it was intentional, because who would want to interrupt two people desperately trying to have a moment together, that's just weird.

“Hey-uh! Gwen!” Pav smiled, probably way too brightly considering his circumstances. “The restroom is on the other side of the club- uh, where’s Miles? Did he leave you alone?” Pav frowned. Miles was supposed to stay with Gwen. Unaccompanied minors and Gwen’s state aside, they were using the buddy system to not lose track of each other in the crowd. They were being responsible, but not anymore, apparently.

He was realising it would have been better to just stay back in his room with Hobie, because at least no one would fucking pop in with useless fucking questions when Hobie’s hands were ghosting his waist, with his breath on his lips-

Pav shook himself out of his funk. “C’mon Gwanda, We’d better go find Miles before he makes another eldritch entity sulk.”

Pav definitely did not think Hobie’s guffaws lacked a little sanity, nuh-uh.

They wove through the crowd, somehow managing to keep track of Gwen, who wandered off like a kid in the metaphorical candy shop too many times to count. Pav secretly relished Hobie's hand in his, a leftover from their position of moments prior.

The warmth of Hobie’s hand was different than the pressing heat of the bodies around them, more comforting and somehow, more exciting at the same time. Hobie was rubbing little circles on his knuckles and Pav could swear he felt sparks.

They can get through this. If nothing else, Hobie was going to sleep over at his, he was going to have this, nothing could stop him from doing this.

“Pav! Pavitr! Hobie! It’s time for countdown!” Miles called from the little balcony jutting out, overlooking the gigantic Christmas tree in the square. A large billboard counted down in big red numbers, 17 morphing into 16.

Gwen all but collapsed on Miles, who caught her easily, keeping her upright. Pav breathed a sigh of relief.

A breath that got caught in his throat. Because Hobie was looking at him like he wanted to eat Pav alive.

Everything stilled to a stop as Hobie spun him around, holding their hands between them. Pav could hear the dull chanting of ‘ten, nine, eight-’ as he stepped closer. A light chilly breeze blew, whispering through among them, carrying the sweet smell of cheap cherries, a cologne Pav had given Hobie months ago, and a familiar musky smell underneath it all.

A bead of sweat rolled down Hobie’s neck. Pav's eyes were glued onto it, following the paths it took over the contours of his neck and Pav wanted to taste it, to be it.

Five.

Hobie moved one hand to Pav’s waist, caressing his sides and his arm, coming to rest on his cheek. Pav let out a shaky breath.

Four.

Pav moved closer, their bodies brushing, separated by their clasped hands. Pav let go, pulling Hobie in by his neck. Their faces were a breath apart and-

Three.

-his saccharine warmth enveloped Pav in a sweet kiss. Pav’s breath stuttered again as his heart kicked into overdrive. Pav started to return the press, and Hobie pulled away. Pav whined, following.

Two.

“Sorr-”

One.

“Sorry mat bol, kasam se- idhar aa-” Pav pulled Hobie into an open mouthed kiss, as the fireworks went up, lighting up the skies in brilliant gold and silver. Pav’s insides felt like fireworks too, all warm and restless, He wanted to touch, he wanted to feel Hobie all over, his hair, his face, his strong shoulders, his wiry arms, his-

Pav pulled him closer, stepping back closer to the wall-

-Only to find himself hanging over thin air, over the railings of the balcony, over the deafening crowd in the Mumbattan square, supported only by the arms of one Hobie Brown. Pav shivered, the metal railing cold against the small of his back. But Hobie was warm. Pav couldn't resist snuggling closer, burying his hands in Hobie's hair, while Hobie’s mouth did wonderful things down his throat and on his collarbones.

Hobie pushed him further yet, shifting their gravity, dipping him over the railing so he was supporting the both of them from a high drop, and Pav let him, losing himself in his ministrations. If Pav was going to fall, Hobie's arms would only catch him.

He couldn't wait to take an uber back home.

___

Translations:

scooby - clue

Càlmate - calm down

Bhaiya, zara QR code dikhana, PhonePe kar deta hun - brother, show me the QR code, I'll phonepe you (phonepe is like cashapp, or apple pay or google pay, you get the gist)

ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the - undressing eachother with your eyes

abhi - now

ganga jal - hindu equivalent of holy water (water for the holy river ganga)

mandem - friend group (i think? i might be wrong but im too sleepy to check rn)

nuclear subs - pubs

ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the - you were literally undressing each other with your eyes

jhaadu - broom

tumbling down a sink (?) - a drink

bada aya romeo - you think youre a player (romeo)? (also desi pop culture yk)

kya bolti tu? - watcha say? (not 'what do you say', important distinction, bc that sentence hella informal and so casual, it also a old bollywood movie ref)

kuchh bolna, gadhe - say something, asshole

maine toh kuch kiya bhi nahi hai - i haven't even done anything

ek doston waala game hai - sure is a friends typa game

Qutub minar - A tall historical tower in India in delhi (? im too sleepy for this, im like 60% sure its in delhi)

chodu - fucker

raspberry tart - sweetheart

Sorry mat bol, kasam se- idhar aa- - don't apologise, i swear to- come here-

AN

istg i gave myself carpal tunnel with them, they just kept missing the kiss on and on

they might be kinda ooc but lets be real we're all here to read them kiss a million times

there are some inside jokes and some oc interactions you might not get but ykw life is short fuck it

a million thanks to goldenpunk artists server for this opportunity and another million thanks to the people in there, so amazing and encouraging

this is for you sera, ghost and starr, yall really made me post this on time (technically its not 2nd jan everywhere yet, stfu)

also idont think im a 100 percent coherent rn, so lemme know if i missed something and thanks for reading, have an amazing day

(and if you got the time pls comment makes me more motivated to write than a national award fr)

[nariaein]

hey!! About the spiderverse requests...

Could you write about chaipunk(or goldenpunk, how you prefer) where Pavitr is doing Hobie's makeup and helping him with his hair? And then Hobie try makeup on Pav's face!

Idk i just miss my bbs being cuties😓

thank u! and im excited to read your fanfics!!😊

thank you so much for your request!!! you can now read the fic here xx

“Y’know, about that…” Hobie starts. Pavitr can’t help it — he leans forward, as if doing so will make him privy to Hobie’s brilliance. “It was me. I took your mascara."

Pavitr is silent, letting the words sink in. Then:

“Are you serious? Oh my god, you’re serious. Hobie, what the hell! Do you know how much time I could’ve saved looking for it? You should’ve just asked, I would’ve said yes, of course, or got you your own— bro, are you even listening?”

“No, but you’re cute when you’re angry,” Hobie says casually, and Pavitr’s reaction is anything but. He reddens, sputtering.

or: Hobie steals both Pavitr’s mascara and his heart.

[ishouldsleepbut]

So I think I kin Pavitr Prabhakar

I read this amazing goldenpunk fic on ao3 and as the author puts it, it's a character study about Pavitr. The fic delves into his relationship with perfectionism and how Pav feels he must be perfect at everything, he has to do everything right. And I was sitting there reading, "Damn, that hit really deep." Because I'm one of those smart kids, who always gets the best grades, the right answers. I'm just always feeling that pressure to be perfect, to do everything right because I've proven I can do that before, I should be able to do that again and again, right? There's a part in the fic where Pav finally tells Hobie all the pressure he's feeling to be perfect, how he has to do everything correctly because otherwise he's lost. I don't want to spoil too much for you but just reading that hit so close to home. I felt that so hard. So definitely go check out the fic, and show the author some love. And before any one says "Oh it's just a fanfic, that's not what the original creators intended", please don't. Let me kin my happy little spooderman in peace, ok? Great.

[felinecryptid]

Wish what you desire, before its too late

pav tries to keep a secret

(translations at the end <3)

"Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish," Pav sang, heels of his feet periodically thumping on the walls of the high building they were sitting on. Hobie reclined nearby, guitar in hand, lazily strumming out tunes, trying to guess the music to the song Pav was singing. He never would get it right, they both knew, but half the fun was the music mishmash. Besides, Pav could sing the sappiest, most lovesick songs to Hobie's face and he would never know. "Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish,"

Hobie strummed out some quick ascending succession of notes, before falling back to a steady and lilting yet melancholic melody, strangely similar to the original score of the song. Maybe there was something about music that surpassed languages and spoke directly to the soul. Maybe it could convey feelings to Hobie that Pav couldn't think without combusting.

Pav's cheeks heated up at the smallest of reminders about the thing they were not talking about. But he couldn't go much longer without doing something about it. Maya Auntie always said he was terrible at keeping secrets, especially if it was about someone he knew.

And how could he? Hobie made him feel like he was whole. Not like he was his other half, but like he never had to hide anything from him because he was one of the only people who knew about him being Spiderman. He never had to play the superhero with him, never had to pretend, never had to put up a different personality around him, all they ever had to be were Pav and Hobie and PavandHobie. They just made sense together, in whatever way that was, team mates, friends... or something else. Hobie just got him, understood when he needed cheering up, when he needed some space and when he needed a break but was too stubborn to take one.

He didn't know everything that made Pav tick at first, but he learnt, and in the process, Pav couldn't help but admire him and his efforts. And if at some point the admiration took a turn to another feeling that had Pav blushing every time Hobie called him 'luv', 'darlin', or a 'fuckin' wanker', it wasn't his fault. It started with his dark eyes, with a deep weight that seemed to freeze Pav's breath in his lungs and the languid smile that was ornamented with silver piercings. Pav missed so many lectures in chemistry, daydreaming about a far away world where he could taste the chink of the ring against his teeth. Feel the 'sweetheart' whispered into his mouth.

"tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi," Pav continued, the lyrics ringing truer and truer. Hobie hadn't looked up in a while and it made Pav's predicament a little bit easier. Because he usually fantasised about kissing Hobie when he was a hundred percent sure no one was paying attention to him. But here he was, sitting in front of the guy himself, thinking about it, where he was one touch away from finding out how flustered Pav was. Maybe he's watched way too much khatron ke khiladi with Nandan.

He tugged at his tie, loosening it for the next part, "tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi," He pitched his voice higher, straining just a little bit to reach the high note, "bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi," Pav sang, eyes closed and into the song, never noticing the guitar fading out.

"Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah," He dared a glance at Hobie. He did not expect him to be staring back, the sunset casting deep shadows across his face that didn't quite hide the intensity of the expression, a look that made Pav's throat go dry. He almost faltered, folding to Hobie, but he didn't. Something told him to keep going. "Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain." The golden sunrays bathed them, and Pav felt effervescent. Hobie moved closer. Pav's eyes fell half-shut, the desire to watch him and the instinct to trust him warring, his mouth still forming the last lines of the song.

"Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf!"

They were kissing, it occurred to Pav, just as Hobie pulled away and something just broke inside him.

"Sor-"

"Nahi, idhar aao," Pav reached for Hobie's face, pulling him back in. "I've waited way too long for this," He barely got the words out, pressing his lips to Hobie's.

It was everything he dreamed of. It was better. It was real. Pav could feel the cold press of the ring, a contrast against the warmth of Hobie's soft lips, against his own scarlet cheeks. Pav hands moved lower, clutching at his shoulders. Hobie grabbed at Pav's sides, not staying still, trying to hold all of him at once, warming him inside out.

They kissed, until they couldn't, because Pav was grinning so wide he thought he couldn't possibly keep it all on his face.

"'oly shit Pav, you've been 'oldin' out on me," Hobie whispered, their foreheads touching and voice hoarse. Pav liked it. Pav liked it so much.

"Shut up, you- tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai, you don't get to say anything." Pav huffed.

"I 'aven't the foggiest about what you're sayin', Pavi," Hobie complained.

"So, let's not talk at all." Pav laughed, wrapping his arms around Hobie and pulling him in again.

___

title (translated) from and the song pav's singing is saazish by bhuvan bam in dhindora (i highly rec you putting this on while reading this its so good)

translation:

Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish - you might not get another chance like this, your desires left unfulfilled (the singer's talking about wishing on a shooting star)

Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish - [vocals] what if this was a set up for us to meet, orchestrated by the stars

Tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi - if you are with me, the paper boat would float on

Tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi - and if you are not, our story would collapse like [something made of] playing cards

bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi - the nights spent in your arms, will change and fade away so fast

Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah - in the night's dark silence, i whisper like a lullaby

Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain - to your every story, i listen with utmost care and love (direct translation would be: "i listen and agree to everything" but that's not what this line actually means) (also this line is directly linked to the previous line)

Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf! - slowly, the setting moon- mphf!

Nahi, idhar aao - no, come here

tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai - you got me feeling so confused

pop culture ref:

khatron ke khiladi - its a popular daredevil show, very entertaining if you like icky things like insects, animal abuse and borderline gore

[felinecryptid]

Helo ji thoda chaipunk milega?

Plij.

-apka naya pankha

Two hearts in a chest, it's ours

Pav stared at the clock, its second hand seemingly ticking slower and slower every dragging second, trying to keep his heavy eyes open.

There wasn't any villain out last night, no, nor did Hobie crash his precious beauty sleep, but this teacher was not making any sense with his stupid fucking chemical formulae for finding the mass percentage of whatever new substance he was talking about this time and Pav was wishing the fan over his head into falling on him.

His eyes drooped, as he sat with head balanced on his hand, in the semblance of a posture of utmost attention. Maybe he should just sleep, it wasn't like the teacher was going to notice anyway-

THUNK! came from the window on his left. He startled out of his seat, nearly tripping on the strap on his school bag, cursing under his breath and turned to see the offender.

There was nothing on the window sill. But Pav knew better than that. He stood up, pretending to look for his pen, and glanced over. Sure enough, the dark wicks of a certain spider punk was visible just below the sill.

"Excuse me sir, may I use the washroom?" Pav raised his hand. The teacher didn't even look at him as he nodded his yes, busy writing down measurements of fuck-if-he-knew, and Pav booked it out of there.

He turned left to the stairwell instead of right to the washrooms and descended down where the faulty surveillance cam overlooked the landing and the tiny window between the second floor and third floor. That cam worked in fits and starts; a red light indicated if it was working. To Pav's rare luck with it, there was no red light to be seen and he quickly vaulted out of the window, coming almost nose-to-nose with Hobie.

"What the fuck Hobie, why are you lurking like that?" Pav whisper-screamed, heart thudding mile a minute from the proximity. He could see Hobie's individual eyelashes from there. Pav's face heated up and he was thankful for the fact that a blush wasn't easily visible with his skin colour.

"'m not lurkin', mate, you're jus' distracted," Hobie replied with an easy smile, making Pav's stomach do funny somersaults. It was a common occurrence, and Pav tried his best to not let it get the best of him. With questionable success, because he frequently found himself daydreaming about Hobie, how his hair would feel through his fingers, the way his lips moved when he talked in that stupidly cute accent of his, the feelings he got with Hobie's arm around him. This was accompanied by doodling hearts around their names at the back of his notebooks, like he was not scared of the consequences of his teachers discovering the said artwork and calling home.

"Shut up," Pav said, his face still warmer than normal, because they hadn't moved apart for the entire duration of Pav's inner train of thought, much to his secret delight. "Why are you here at my school? Someone could have seen you!"

"I wan'ed to see my favourite li'l swot, so I came," He leant in closer, his voice deeper, "Can't I do tha'?"

Pav swallowed unconsciously. "You definitely can, but I have to get back to class, we're starting a new chapter."

"C'mon, love, you looked like you were moments away from conkin' out."

"I wasn't, I would never sleep in class."

"Mmhm, and 'm the next prime minister o' the Great Britain," Hobie sniggered and Pav punched him in the arm.

"I wasn't going to sleep, the class is just so boring!"

"All the more reason to skive off, I promise to not drone on and on to bore you to sleep," Hobie side-eyed him, the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin and Pav was gone. "What say?"

As if Pav could ever say no to Hobie, as if he could ever bore him, like Pav didn't feel like a live wire, humming with electricity when they were close, very close, and he could swear something was gonna happen-

TRRRRNNGG! The discordant bell rang out though the corridors of the school building and the miniscule space they had between them, widening until they were centimetres apart. Too much apart. The distance between them felt like a chasm of longing but. He could fix it. He could skip the rest of the school day, even though Nandan would ask him where he disappeared off to.

Hobie looked at him, eyes filled with an emotion Pav dared not to name and a hope that he'd say yes. Pav was glad to not disappoint.

"Let's go."

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this isn't very long but i wanted to get it out of my brain before i got too busy to post again

i might continue this later but hope you like it, ravi✨✨

title (translated) from itni si baat hai by arijit singh

(goldenpunk playlist i made)