#hiveswap fanfiction

[soupygremlin]

YIPPEE !!!!

please. read my fanfiction Boldir lovers.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63822121/chapters/163657924

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Homestuck

Sample Size: 2,302 crossover stories

Source: AO3

Note: This analysis is limited to stories from 2016 - present, as requested.

[grimme-and-specs]

p.o.v: You're driving your younger cousin to school because your aunt has the flu

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A novel-length re-imagining of Homestuck that combines elements of science-fiction, urban fantasy, cyberpunk, and dark fantasy. From the modern world, to a near future shattered by calamity, to a far-flung Empire at the very height of intergalactic power, to the ruins of that same Empire in the embers of its twilight, to a lone woman trapped outside of time and space - follow these stories as they wind together over the course of eons.

Author: @jonayariley

[ritualofcirice]

They're here at last! My sincerest apologies for these taking so long. I threw you in two more H/Cs and wrote an entirely different set to make up for it too (I'll post it later today). They should cover a range of fluffy interactions. I hope you like them - and thank you so much for making me an official Mallek fan because oh my goodness, I will be writing more of him ♡

SFW Mallek x Human!Reader Headcanons (Mallek x Reader) [Requested]

🐑 ♡ I'm so happy that these are here at long last, I loved writing for Mallek ♡🐑

Part of a collection of imagines and scenarios for various Hiveswap characters.

Teen and Up Audiences, Graphic Violence, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Headcanons, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Sharing Clothes, Hugging, Light Angst, Makeup, Ambiguous Gender Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 1,283

SFW Mallek x Human!Reader Headcanons

♡ Are you interested in technology or body modification? Whether you said yes or no, you have no choice in listening to the endless conversations you’ll find that Mallek springs on you. You aren’t sure at times if he’s talking to himself, but when he turns to you to see if you’re following him, you know for certain that he’s waiting for a response. While you might not always understand what he’s talking about, you try your best to be a good listener. You ask questions - and even if he doesn’t outwardly express it, there’s a certain happiness that comes from people showing an interest in your hobbies. It’s something you can see in his eyes. When you notice it, it's hard to forget it. There's no way to explain how someone's eyes can become soft, but they can. Of course, Mallek doesn't always dominate your conversations. If you haven't been speaking much about your interests, he'll seek you out to ask you about them. He's constantly checking in with you, and if you need to remember something, he's your walking, talking memory card. Even if no words are shared between you both, the silence that follows is filled with a contentness to simply exist in the same space. After all, it's a miracle you're even beside him.

♡ One day you’ll find that he has printed out and sourced thousands of pages worth of Alternian education. It’s what he would have been given when he was younger, and it’s what all trolls are taught. Most of it is instructional material given to the Jade's that raise the offspring to begin with, but a lot of it sheds light on their society as a whole. Half of it seems like propaganda. Mallek turns his nose up at that sort of stuff, but after you spent so much time telling him about your world and how your species worked, he wanted to return the favour. It wasn't just for your entertainment, however. Anything that he gives you will help you survive in Alternia. That means your education also involves a lot of films, confusing diagrams of quadrants you still haven't gotten your head around, and some videos you wish you'd rather not seen. Even by listening to Mallek himself, there was plenty of valuable knowledge for you to pick up about Alternian society in his musings.

♡ There’s times where Mallek will savour your affection in the sweetest ways. When you’re helping him out with something, or you’re busy, he won’t hesitate to show you his appreciation by wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. Since he’s there he might as well remind you how much you mean to him. It’s not like he’s great at it, but he tries. He'll call you sweet names in his tongue that click and rumble in his throat. A soft kiss to your shoulder says more. The way he shares your space tells you that he enjoys your company. Hip to hip, he’ll wrap his hand around your shoulder if he has one to spare. When he does, he’ll play with the outline of your ear, or he will run the tip of his claws against your skin in delicate strokes. With the two of you together in his hive, the outside world melts away. The dim lights of computer screens flicker as you curl up beside him and rest your head in his lap. Sometimes, you’ll even wake up with him hung over you, fast asleep himself, your body his pillow. Never expect big romantic gestures from Mallek though. It's not his style. Outside, you don’t display much affection towards each other, but you’re quick to pick up on the fact that public displays of affection are much more frowned upon than you originally thought. Despite Mallek’s laid back composure, you have noticed that when you’re outside with him, he is always ready to direct you somewhere else at the slightest sign of trouble. You supposed with your looks and blood colour, you should care more about what you were doing too.

♡ Homemade meals are more of a delicacy, and your food is more of an afterthought rather than anything else. Once you’ve put a packaged meal in the microwave, it only takes five minutes for you to be able to shovel the goods into your mouth mindlessly. It's mobile, so you can eat while you do other things at the same time. Being low effort is a bonus too. They’re suited for long nights listening to music and playing games. After all, it's not the healthiest, but you're not sure what is healthy on Alternia. Mallek recommends ones you might like often though, constantly trying to accommodate for your different tastes the best he can. When something is made from scratch, however, you’re in charge. It helps to have him explain what different things are, or how you’re meant to cut them up - if they’re even edible to begin with.

♡ On the odd occasion, you will find Mallek wearing your clothes. He’ll shrug it off by saying he picked up the first thing he saw, but you’ll catch him later in the night with one of your shirts one. He'll have his face tucked under it, with the hem sat along the bridge of his nose. Of course, when you get the chance you’ll do just the same, and slowly you begin to have a blended wardrobe. Buying clothes become a joint venture of finding things you'll both like. You've bought things that you thought would look cute on him knowing he'll end up in it eventually. Likewise, Mallek will approach you with a new jumper or pair of jeans. He will hold it out with narrowed eyes like you've tried them on in his mind and he's judging the end result. Then with a satisfied huff, he'll hand them over to you to put on. You'll look good, he reassures you.

♡ Mallek will always be better at eyeliner than you, but that's okay. He can teach you how to do the sharpest wings you've ever seen in your life. Pout at him enough, and he might even do it for you. It’s a sure way to sneak in some physical contact as he holds your cheek to steady your face. There's a lot of concentration in his expression, and it won't even occur to him how close you are until it's too late. He's looked you in the eyes. Suddenly, he's way too close. A healthy cerulean blush dyes his expression, but he's trying not to let himself get distracted. With knit eyebrows, he'll try his best to finish your makeup before he leans in for a kiss. Grooming has become a shared routine for you, one that you didn't expect. It's a simple trade. You shave the sides of his head, and he'll do your eyeliner.

♡ The future is something Mallek wants to avoid and considers more often than he wants to admit. He's terrified of what it means for both of you. It's not just him anymore. Before you came along, he had his own problems to deal with. Yet the inevitable future crept closer to him night by night. Then you appeared. He can't help but see your smiling face erased from existence, so he plans on ways to save you both. At the very least, you have to stay together. He does want to see anymore pain or suffering. He doesn't want to be cause of it. He just wants everything to be alright. Night by night he's counting down the seconds until you're ripped apart from each other, and you don't even know it yet.

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WHAT'S THIS AN UPDATE AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS!? Sorry this is taking so long, but me and @candy12110 are gonna try and get this done! The next few chapters will be from Marvus's POV, and the last one will go back to Chixie's.

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

*1 month earlier*

Marvus was so tired. 

He'd been on his feet all day preparing for his set, and he finally got a chance to just breathe without some lovestruck groupie up his ass asking for an autograph, a hug, or trying to fill his quadrants.

 It was exhausting being loved. 

He was sitting in his dressing room alone for once, trying to relax while scrolling on Chittr. After scrolling past various adverts and stalkerish fan messages, he came across a video of some bronzeblood performing. They were in a seedy little bar, with a small crowd, and terrible lighting. He didn't have high expectations for them but he could always appreciate a fellow performer.

He watched the video to the very end and was mildly surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He went to the comments, and there were only a few. He wanted to comment but his publicist, and his fanbase, would kill him if he did. He could tell the few trolls that did comment were lower on the hemospectrum, they were pretty supportive. However, he did notice one from a familiar account that caused him to internally cringe.

THECODAKKEFFECT::  Great job, Bronzie boo! Sorry, I couldn't make it. I couldn't miss Marvus’s concert but you looked gorgeous on stage.

He stared at the screen curiously, there was no way in hell that indingdong was her matesprit. And if he was, there was no way he had any good intentions behind it, he was known for having his quadrants forever empty.

 Marvus rewatched the Bronzie’s performance, the shot was way too shitty to tell what they looked like. Morbid curiosity led him down the rabbit hole, he got the bronzeblood’s name from the video caption and started looking for anything he could find on them. 

Chixie? Chixie. Chixie!

He found a video with far better quality that finally showed what they looked like. Chixie was…shy? Nervous? He wouldn't necessarily say gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly either. She was…cute. She didn't have much presence or hype but she was talented. 

After watching at least ten videos of her performing and pouring out her soul he could reasonably say he was a fan. Her lyrics, composition, and the way she put her all into her performance even if he could tell she was scared for her life half the time. Honestly, her nervousness weirdly added to her cuteness. Like a hopbeast shivering in fear but still thumping along in an attempt to scare off predators. She was definitely brave, not fierce or powerful, but she held her own on stage and he liked that. 

He broke out of his thoughts to a knock at the door.

"Marvus, I'm coming in. I'm tired of all the noise out here," Chahut announced, busting through the door and entering the room with the rest of the purplebloods following her like quackbeasts.

"Honk!" The smallest clown, Karako, ran up to Marvus and hugged as tight as he could. As annoyed as he was with them barging in, he couldn’t stay mad at the little clown. 

"Hey to you too, little wriggler. Been causing trouble?" He patted the little clown’s messy fluff of hair, before actually holding onto him.

"Honk!" 

"Good. Never let 'em keep you in a box." 

"Honk?" Karako pointed at Marvus's palmhusk.

"What? Her? Nothing. I just liked her songs so I was giving ‘em a listen," He waved the runt off, quickly locking his palmhusk.

Chahut narrowed her eyes at him.

 “This another one of ya desperate lil’ groupies?”

“Nah, and mind ya business!”

"Mighty defensive are we?" Chahut stalked closer to Marvus. He instinctively moved the hand holding the device away from her, only for it to get snatched by one of the twins from behind.

They quickly opened the phone to see a video of the bronzie girl playing on a loop.

“Aww your love-sick for a lil’ Bronze girl,” Chahut said mockingly.

“How cute!” She quickly busted out laughing with the twins, before Marvus snatched it back!

“Didn’t I tell ya’ll to mind ya business!” Marvus responded with a clenched jaw. He didn't know why he was being so defensive, but he did find the invasion of his space and privacy annoying.

"Why should we? Mr. Unaffected is over here creeping on some bronzeblood. What happened? Embarrassed?" She said smirking and cocking her head.

The twins both shook their heads before speaking.

"You should be!"

"How embarrassing." 

Karako just looked up at the bigger clown confused.

"Honk?" 

Marvus’s face grew angrier by the second.

"I'm not feeling flushed for her little man. Why do y'all even care?"

“Cause we love to torture you!” 

Chahut commented as she gave the device back to him.

He immediately snatched it out of her hands, causing Chahut to jump back a bit.

“Jeez, we were just playin’!”

He glared up at her annoyed, before sitting back down. The room fell silent for a bit before the twins began to speak.

"You're not seriously developing feelings for the bronzie are you?" 

"..."

"You're not seriously developing feelings, right Marvus?!" They both repeated in unison.

His face became more annoyed.

“No, I ain’t!” 

"Good,” Chahut cut in sitting down on the couch.

”A troll of your status ain’t got no business foolin’ around with some lowblood girl. You remember what happened last time?”

"That ain't gon happen. A, I'm not foolin’ around with her. B, I don't even know her. C, she's not even a fan. D, most important of all, I ain't never even met her before. There is no business happening here. I saw a cool performance and I wanted to see if she had talent. You motherfuckers are the ones making it weird!"

"Fair enough. Just tryna make sure you ain't repeating that bullshit,"

"Time is money. Do you think I can afford to pay attention to every lowblood out there? Is my name Nova?" 

"Honk!"

"Right little man! I'm nothing like that fame chaser,"

“Honk! Honk!” Karako aggressively commented, while the other three just rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.” Chahut stretched her arms behind her head.

“I just can’t wait for you to finally be on vacation. You’re takin’ us with you, right?” 

Baizli asked.

“Yeah, we got everything packed up.” 

Barzum followed up.

“Honk?”

"You wanna go with me?" Marvus walked over to the smallest clown and picked him up, booped him on the nose.

"Honk!"

"I don't know, they been kinda annoying lately," Marvus teased the smaller troll.

Karako turned to the other purple bloods and shook his head side to side. 

"Oh, you not a part of they group? I guess you could come with me. We'll leave these losers behind,"

"Honk!"

"Hear that, it's me and little man's duo trip. But, maybe if ya’ll apologize, I’ll consider bringing yas along.” He and Karako gave a small chuckle

"We're so sorry," The twins enthusiastically responded.

"That's two more invited! Chahut you're next."

"As If I'm apologizin’ to your lame ass," Chahut crossed her arms. She barely moved to sit up before having three pleading faces staring at her. 

"Ooooh looks like the wrigglers are gonna miss you. How sad. But I guess you're too lame to hang with guys." 

"Fuck you."

"That's not an apology. Wanna try again?"

"I'm sorry, Marvus,” She said grumbling under her breath.

“That’s three!” He said, high-fiving Karako. 

"Vacation! Vacation! Vacation! Vacation," the twins chanted, flipping around the room.

"Honk! Honk!" Karako cheered along.

—

Marvus was sitting on his bed in the hivetel. He was wearing one of his old merch t-shirts, no point in wearing that clunky tux and scrolling through Chittr. Since the point Chahut made about that clingy lowblood from before he'd been trying to keep his mind off Chixie. Unfortunately, nothing like forbidden fruit makes you want to take a bite. As soon as he arrived and locked himself in his room he’d started watching more videos of the girl. In his scrolling, he came across a post on her actual account. 

Chixie:: I'll be performing at BloodBrawl bar tonight. Come out and show support!

Below the text was a picture of the lineup, there in big brown text was her name. She’d be the middle act and the bar was close to the hivetel. It was at that moment that Marvus got an amazing, and kinda stupid, idea. He did have a few toned-down outfits and his favorite black hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to just pop out for a drink real quick. 

He just saw a recommendation to come out to a local place that had good music. As an accomplished artist, how could he resist hearing fresh talent? If he just so happened to see the bronzeblood that he's been listening to for the past two days then so be it. It's their fault for choosing this hivetel, not his.

With his plan in mind, he memorized the time she’d be performing and went to gather everything he’d need, searching vigorously through his bags. He found his most raggedy hoodie, an old patched-up pair of sweats, and some platformed boots he wore for a concert messiah knows how long ago. To make things more convincing he decided to give himself a fake caste symbol. But there was only one person in their entire Hivetel with paint…Chahut.

He sighed walking down that hall towards her and Karako’s room. 

“Chachki!” He yelled knocking at the door.

He heard several large stomps before the door flew open.

“I thought I told ya to never call me that,” she looked down at him agitated.

“Whatcha want?”

“I need to borrow ya paint sis’.”

She cocked her eyebrow.

“What for?”

“I…Need to repaint some of my shoes.”

He all but mumbled out. It wasn’t a lie, after sweeps of performing a lot of his shoes and outfits were worn out. The bigger clown stared at him for a moment before sighing and going back into her room. She pulled a bag of spray paints out of her suitcase. She tossed them out to him, and he wandered off back to his room. He picked up the burgundy and quickly sprayed a fake caste symbol on his hoodie. 

He wanted to make sure  no one  recognized him, went into the washroom, tied his hair back, and did something he never thought he’d do. He washed his makeup off. It was weird seeing his gray skin after only seeing white on it for so long. For the piece de resistance, fake glasses and a face mask. 

He threw his newly painted hoodie on and slunk out of the hivetel room. He took the stairs to avoid any fans or press and snuck out the back of the building. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched forward changing his overall image and hiding as much of his shape as possible. He didn't remember ever being able to leave a building without being watched or swarmed before but it was an exciting feeling.

Before he knew it he was on the streets, heading towards the bar. He did get a few looks on the way, he guessed they’d never seen a burgundy this big. Still, it didn’t stop some of the higher bloods from pushing and shoving him out of their way. To be honest he didn’t even notice most of them, they just bounced off of him. Plus he was too focused on seeing this gig to worry about any of them.

After a few minutes, he finally made it, and there wasn’t too long a line!

When he got in he noticed the place was fairly crowded, he thought back to the lineup, he did remember seeing some popular names. He looked around a bit to see if he could recognize Chixie before giving up and going to get a drink. He had a few songs to get through before he would get to hear hers anyway.

The act currently setting up was a purpleblood band. They were pretty good if he was being honest, but he wasn’t coming for them. He was here for one performance, and one performance only.

After them was a solo indigo.

And after that was another act and another…and another. If he was being honest, a lot of the acts were starting to meld into one another. 

Something else he noticed was how many of the acts were blatantly copying him. Not just his lyrics and beat, but his entire persona and style.

 Normally he wouldn’t mind this he loved it when people took inspiration from his work. But all of these acts felt the same, there was no flare or pizzazz. Just the same thing over and over expecting to get more applause than the last act, absolutely boring. But, it would all be worth it, soon, cause next up was Chixie!

Only the little bronzie didn’t come out, instead, it was another group of purples who, apparently came late. Marvus sat there confused, as to why Chixie wasn’t on stage.

Maybe they just rearranged her spot, so they could perform?

He didn't care for the abrupt change but it's fine he could sit through one more performance.

After them was another group, indigobloods. Then there was a teal solo act. Then two jade acts back to back.

It seemed like everyone but Chixie was performing tonight, as the show went on more and more trolls started to leave. Soon there was nothing but a handful of lowbloods and one indigo, standing in the front, left. Marvus was considering leaving himself, but he noticed a fairly short troll nervously walking on stage.

The last act came up, and there she was, Chixie. Despite his annoyance, Marvus felt a smile grow across his face when he saw her. He noticed her outfit, it was a long black button-down dress, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of black flats with baggy leg warmers. It wasn’t at all flashy, and it didn’t look expensive, but it was still cute!

His focus on her was broken by the sound of very out-of-place cheering; he looked forward to seeing the indigo loudly praising her and clapping. His eyes migrated back to the bronze girl, who was now awkwardly smiling and waving at him as she pulled down the mic off the stand.

A burgundy with a guitar wrapped around him stumbled out and started playing. 

She visibly sighed, before she started to sing.

The song she sang was a somber one. She didn’t do much, she wasn’t loud or flashy like the other acts. She didn’t have dance moves unless you counted hand gestures and hip sways.

She was just being herself, calm, but kind of nervous. Many would probably call her “Plain” or “simple” but that’s what made it all stand out. She wasn’t trying to be this big personality, she knew who she was, and that made her all the more unique to Marvus.

Soon the guitarist stopped and Chixie’s voice disappeared with the last few chords.

He was stunned. She was far better in person than the shitty video quality from Chittr. However, he did appreciate whoever was uploading videos of her performances. He sat for a while watching her interact with the few lowbloods left in the bar before visibly cringing as she turned to the indigoblood that was feeling a little too excited to see her.

"Hey Zebruh! I'm so…glad you could make it. I thought you were going to a concert for that purpleblood you liked."

"Marvus. His name is Marvus.”

The indigo corrected.

 “And I did wanna go to his show but I heard he went on vacation, so I decided to come support you in the meantime!"

"That's so sweet of you but you didn't have to-"

"What kind of manager would I be if I wasn't here to support my favorite bronzie!”

He interrupted getting in the bronze girl’s face.

"Oh. Well…You really didn't have to." 

"Nonsense! They already bullied you once. If you had let me, I would ' ve made sure they never changed your spot, but of course, you're just too kind," Zebruh smirked. Marvus eavesdropped for a bit and could feel the anger she was hiding from his backhanded compliment.

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled weirdly at the indigo, as he tried to put his hand on her but she turned away like she heard someone call her, barely missing his hand. 

"They called Trixie not Chixie," he said, dropping his arm to his side.

"Oh! Well, that's fine. Sorry, but I have to go, I gotta- feed my lusus! I'll see you later."

Without a second she turned and walked away.

"I love that about you. You're so responsible. Bye~"

He yelled at her from across the room.

The mousy girl quickly ran out of the bar, brushing past Marvus. His eyes focused on her face quickly taking in her features as she skittered past him. He wasn't expecting to get such a close-up- up but at least he was right and the trip wasn't a waste, she really was cute. 

Marvus made his way back to the hivetel. He figured using the stairs would be better but by the fifth floor, he started regretting his choice. He decided to just take off his sweater and take the elevator the rest of the way up. He managed to make it through the hall without being spotted or recognized. Soon enough he made it back to his room and he sighed loudly when he got in. 

His tiredness was soon replaced with panic when he noticed Karako sitting on the couch, legs and arms crossed.

"Honk."

"Woah! Hey little man, what you doing here?"

"Honk?" Karako glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Where I been? What you mean, where I been? I just stepped out for a bit. I ain’t been gone long."

 Karako made an annoyed face at the obvious lie.

"Three hours ain't that long. Why were you in my room for three hours?" He tried to change the subject but the little clown steamrolled past it.

"Honk. Honk."

"Thanks for thinkin' of me but you really ain't have to and as you can see I'm fine."

"Honk?" Karako asked again.

"I just got a drink and forgot to check my palmhusk. Sorry little dude."

The little clowned glared him down, giving an exaggerated pout.

"Just down the block! Look, it's not that serious."

"…Honk," Karako glared at him suspiciously.

"No, I didn't go see that girl. What girl are you even talkin' about?"

Karako quickly showed the evidence on his palmhusk.

" I didn't go to see her! I just got a drink at a bar she just so happened to be performin' in."

“Honk!”

“My makeup? It needed to be redone, so I took it off!”

“...Honk,” The small clown pointed at the jacket, and glasses he still had in his hand. It was at this point Marvus knew the little clown wouldn’t give up, he sat next to him and began to explain.

“Okay, I ain’t confirmin’ or denyin’ nothing. But maybe,  maybe , I went to see her perform,” His panic was replaced with a small grin as he explained further.

“You should’a seen her! She was so sweet and so talented. I thought seeing her in person would, you know, scratch the itch. Sate my curiosity.”

Karako cocked his head at the older clown.

"Yeah, I probably should've left it alone but I couldn't not go after being told not to watch her." 

“Honk!” Karako began to chuckle as he stated the obvious.

“No! I ain’t got red feelings for her! I remember what happened last time!” He picked Karko up into his arms “Besides, you too young to be talkin’ bout that!”

“Honk?”

“Yeah…I did say this was different…”

“Honk!”

“No! I ain’t goin’ back to see her.”

Karako grabbed Marvus’s palmhusk again, going onto Chixie’s Profile.

He pointed at the red quadrant status, which was marked as empty.

"Karako, I can't do that again. Chahut would kill me if I brought another groupie around!"

"Honk!"

"I know she's not a groupie but still it's not gonna end well either way." Marvus slightly raised his voice, causing Karako to tear up a bit.

The little clown began to cry and fuss, Marvus sighed and brought him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry little man, it’s just I can’t be out here catching red feelings for a girl I don’t even know,” He pulled Karako back wiping his tears, smudging his makeup a bit.

“Besides, if I went chasing after her, you and me wouldn’t have time to hang out!” He booped the runt’s nose.

“And ya wouldn’t want that now would ya?”

Karako nodded his head “no”.

“Then let’s not focus on all that quadrant mess, okay?”

“...Honk!” Karako squeezed his arms around Marvus’s waist, pulling him in for one last hug.

"Yeah! Let's get some faygo and grubcorn. We can watch a movie. Let me just get my paint back on."

[dammekblog]

i lied i wrote whatever this is instead.

[cloudyskydreams]

Hello Tumblr!! I used to write on here a long time ago and gave it up because life happened and now I'm back and more motivated than ever! This is mostly for practice while I post more serious fanfics on other sites but I plan to have a ton of fun on here!

Sooo here's what I write for!:

Undertale,Underfell,Underswap,and Horrortale

(will grow as I feel more comfortable with the other aus if you want to see a specific au pls request and I'll try my best it'll be good practice for me!)

Homestuck and Hiveswap! (I am a old fan lol)

John doe, Sunny day Jack, Your Boyfriend

The list will grow as I get into more stuff! My current obsession is undertale and it's au's and my hyperfixations run hard my friends so that's what I'll mostly be writing for now!

For requests there's hardly anything I won't write if the request makes me uncomfortable I might not write it but that's a hard feat lol. So feel free to bring all your little daydreams and fantasies to my ask box and I'll try my best to write them out!

Anyways that's all have a lovely day/night!!

[fortjester]

in other news, my joey claire fic is now 4.2k words long, whoot whoot

[anxiousfanchild]

Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Hetalia

Homestuck/Hiveswap

Danganronpa

Harry Potter

The Lost Boys

Fire Emblem

My Little Pony

The Hunger Games

NCIS

Labyrinth 

The Outsiders

Game of Thrones

Slashers

Naruto

[nxvellus]

"I Hate You."

Inspired by @blissfullyunawares prompt.

Characters: Suzy Rowley (OC)/Xarrak Drenex (OC)

Warnings: Kismesis Relationship

"I hate you."

"Why can't you say it like you mean it?"

Suzy felt flushed and her head reeling, rubbing her temples as she stormed out of the warm building to feel the contrast of cool air on her skin. But that doesn’t chill the heat she feels around her forehead and temples. Following her out, face full of disbelief, was Xarrak. He looked around before spotting her speed walking down the sidewalk and he picked up the pace to chase after her.

“What the fuck is your problem?! What was THAT all about in there?!” He shouted at her, arm violently thrusting towards the direction of where they were both previously at. “You can’t just say all of that shit and not think I would sit there and take it!”

“Of course I didn’t!” Suzy yells back, but she doesn't stop her feet from moving forward. “But Christ, Xarrak! That wasn’t necessary! That crossed a line and I just-”

“Made me look like the biggest joke between a bunch of bigwigs on Alternia! You just ruined any potential I had with those trolls, Suzy! Do you not get that?!”

“So that makes it better to say that horrendous shit to me?! You think you’re much better by doing that?!”

“I don’t think I’m better, I know I’m better! Now walk your ass back here and apologize to me!”

She scoffs and continues walking further away.

Xarrak continues yelling her name and demanding she come back. Then she pressed the sides of his head and closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth.

Suzy suddenly lost the control of her legs and was immediately turned around to walk towards Xarrak. Once she was close enough, she regained control of her body and started shaking with rage. “What the fuck did Zovian ever see in you?! All night and..n-night, you’ve been nothing but a jackass to me and everyone in our group!”

Xarrak crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck did Zovian ever see in you?! You’re annoying and constantly getting into trouble because you just can’t seem to mind your own and stay out of places you don’t belong in! Can’t do this because fucking Suzy’s dumbass got herself in some trouble again!”

“I HATE YOU!” Suzy screeches at him.

Xarrak’s annoyed expression drops slowly and he’s left awestruck by her outburst. His arms felt like gelatin and his pump biscuit nearly leapt out his throat.

“You got nothing to say now?” Suzy questioned him, snapping him out of his trance.

“You mean that?” He asked.

She was confused. “What? What are you talking about?”

Xarrak rolled his eyes. “You can’t be that fucking stupid.”

Suzy’s frustration returned and she grit her teeth. “You fucking-ugh, I just-I hate you. So much.”

“Then why don’t you say it like you mean it?” He says with a grin, now stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Go on.”

Her face felt hotter now. Whether that be due to her boiling over anger or the fact that she was blushing. Telling a troll that you hated them was on the same border of confessing your romantic feelings to your admirer. Of course she knew that but the first time she yelled it, and the second time, was in the heat of the moment. Yet now, with more awareness and less rage, she pressed her lips together before once more saying. “I hate you. I hate you, Xarrak.”

“Hate you too, Suzy.” He responded softly before leaning in to catch her lips and kiss her.

Suzy grabbed his shoulders tightly, keeping him close before pulling away. “You’re the worst.”

[rocket-propelled-spaz-faggot]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hiveswap, Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Xefros Tritoh & Original Troll Character(s) Characters: Xefros Tritoh, Original Troll Character(s), Original Troll Character(s) (Homestuck) Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Songfic, Implied/Referenced Torture, Death, Character Death, Major character death - Freeform, MCD, Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bad Ending, Not Beta Read, One Shot, i'll add more tags as they come to me, Execution Series: Part 1 of War Outside Summary:

Your name is Xefros Tritoh, and today you'll be going on a dramatic suicide mission.

[bluebird-writing]

The Town of Anywhere

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space 9, Star Trek: Voyager, Steven Universe, Homestuck, Hiveswap, Cells At Work, The Kane Chronicles

Chapters: 32/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pairings: Many minor pairings, read the tags

Summary: “On the east coast of the US, there is a small town called Anywhere, where some of our favorite fictional characters keep washing up on the beach, often injured, with no memory of where they came from and who they are, the only clues to their past identities being the clothes they washed up in, their own names, and the strange feelings and dreams they occasionally have. Soon enough, they settle into their new life, but the questions still remain: who were they? And why are they here?”

[jonayariley]

We move from a world similar to our own to the first glimpse of one that is quite different in chapter 3 of the Twenty-Fourth Problem, "First Echoes of the Dead Planet!"

[serpentsbreakdown]

Another labstuck lab report- specifically a police report!!!

… I forgot to post this one

[ritualofcirice]

A collection of imagines and headcanons for various Hiveswap characters.

As usual tags are cut for brevity. Remember to read the full tag list on the post itself. You are responsible for what you choose to read.

Pick a character!

🖥️ Mallek 🖥️

SFW Mallek x Human!Reader Headcanons [Requested]