#hive au

[16-tinyravens]

BEEEZZ

Sry I'm neck deep in work right now (^^ゞ

@blazingkaistars

[sleepyblujayzz]

Fic summary:

If a person breaks a rule in a school for evil, does that mean they get punished or rewarded?

Danny goes to H.I.V.E. and finds out the hard way.

“Spirit” the villain joins HIVE and at the same time a bunch of new kids show up asking questions. Weird!

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My piece for @captainbunnysaurusrex 's fic, Hold Your Horses on ao3! Go and read it here!

I had lots of fun creating this for the @dpxdcbigbang event!

And go check out the other piece of artwork for the fic by @clockworkclownart here!

[blazingkaistars]

Ze Queens ☆°°••°°••°°•.

I came once again to serve you some art regarding my hive au :>

[nhoeer]

A sniplet i draw from HEXAGON CROWN by Deerlia!

You have to check it out their amazing work! Their works are in mandarin, but it still maintain its writting with only google translate.

[skygemspeaks]

one thing i love about hive mind is amber's relationship with her strike team. I love how protective they are of her

i can't stop thinking of a time travel au where amber ends up back in her 17 year old body a year before lottery, and with her telepathy still blocked

At first she thinks she's the only one, but then she finds out that forge had broken up with shanna, and he starts hanging out with amber more and more.

Amber, after having gotten used to having the support of her unit, of being able to dip into their minds whenever she needed reassurance, is feeling horribly lonely trapped in the confines of her own mind

And now Forge is paying attention to her, and she doesn't know if she's reading the signs properly, or if elden's imprint is making her see things that aren't there. But she figures she has to give it a shot.

she asks him if he remembers lottery

And forge, who had been under the impression all this time that he was alone, is immediately elated. He picks her up in a crushing hug and spins her in an excited circle

It's hard for them both, to live their carefree lives on teen level knowing just how desperate a situation their hive is in at the moment due to claire's death. But there's nothing they can do about it.

Amber is still lonely, but at least she has one of her strike team members with her.

He's being suffocatingly protective of her though, to the point that shanna corners her one day and berates her for breaking up their relationship.

Amber had already long lost any feelings of affection she'd had towards shanna, but it still hurts to know what her once best friend thinks her capable of.

Over the course of the next few weeks, several members of her strike team slowly start making an appearance.

None of them had known where exactly hers and forge's corridor had been on teen level - all they'd known was that they had been in blue zone. Which is why when Forge and Amber arrive at blue zone's centre-point shopping area on teen level one day, three young men shout their excitement as soon as they step off the belts. Amber has only a few moments to recognize eli, rothan, and matias before they come barreling into her and speaking over each other about how excited they are to see her. They hadn't known how else to get in contact with her, but they'd figured she'd have to go shopping eventually, so they'd each shown up here separately, whenever they had the free time, and had eventually come in contact with each other.

Over the next year, they slowly make contact with more and more of the strike team, as well as the liaison and tactical members who are the same age as them

By the time Amber goes into lottery, she's already reunited with half her unit.

[secretsocietie]

Steve's parents are home.

They came--not for him, but for some need to make Hawkins feel the weight of their presence at the annual charity ball.

Guess you can't hold the title of rich asshole unless your neighbors can watch you prove it.

All it means for him is quiet, stern talks followed by long disappointed looks. Nit-picking comments that attack everything from his life choices to his clothes.

One particularly bad moment has his father, whiskey glass in hand, making a face as he examined Steve's nose. 

"I'm not paying to fix it until you learn to stay out of fights." He tells him, voice a mix of disgusted and haughty that Steve himself used to mimic. 

"There's nothing wrong with my nose!" He'd snapped but still spent an hour in the bathroom anyway, worrying about it.

Which is what his father had wanted, the cold bastard.

It was the straw that had sent Steve banging out of his front door, uncaring about his parents yelling about appearances behind him.

It was enough that he'd suffered under veiled insults and poor attempts at caring. That they hadn't once asked about anything that had happened to him, hadn't cared to continue the conversation the one time Steve had tried to bring even a portion of it up.

To go after his appearance, the last thing he could fucking cling too?

Fuck them. They could have the cold house they refused to call a home to themselves.

He doesn't have a destination in mind when he gets in the Beamer. Just cranks the music and rockets out of the driveway. 

Drives a little too fast. 

Takes the next corner hard and almost nails a car laying haphazardly across the road. 

Steve stands on the brakes, jerking the wheel sideways. Feels his tires slide in gravel as he narrowly misses a full blown collision with what is rapidly looking to be Billy Hargrove's Camaro. 

Adrenaline thunders in body and for a moment Steve feels like he's outside of time, until the Beamer finally slams to a stop. 

"Fucking--help!"  A voice he knows screams, and Steve's out of his car in a second, ready to square up.

He expects to see Hargrove.

 Assumes the idiot is the one causing problems and gears himself up to face the asshole down a second time. 

Hopes whatever poor saps got in his way this time isn't a kid. 

What Steve doesn't expect to see, is the younger man bolting towards him, blood splattered down his face and face screwed up in wild panic.

Something takes his legs out from under him before he gets even halfway to Steve, smashing him face first into the gravel. 

It’s brutal, and Steve flinches back as Hargrove cries out, the sound almost animalistic. It‘s hard to hear over the crunch of gravel, the way his hands had flown down to try and catch himself and were torn along the rough rocks. 

 Somehow he manages to scramble into movement despite the pain he has to be in, determined in a way Steve recognizes instinctively as a mixture of adrenaline and pure terror. 

He has time to process hauntingly familiar red-black vines, like the tentacles of some great creature that’s writhing around Hargrove’s legs as he digs into the ground with his fingers, fighting to escape. 

Grunts harshly as the vines go taught and pull. 

He's being dragged into the maw of an open warehouse, the open door marred with thick, dark slime, and for a split second wide, tear streaked blue eyes meet Steve's own. 

"Harrington!" Hargrove screams, the sound raw, "Help me!" 

It's enough to cut through the shock keeping Steve in place. 

He springs forward as Billy's hand releases the gravel to reach for him instead. 

Not that Steve's going to take it. 

Knows better than to get into a tug of war with the Upside Down.

Instead he darts past, starts kicking the shit out of the tendrils as he looks about desperately for a weapon.

His nailbat is in the back of the Beamer, but he needs to free Hargrove before he can get it. 

Has the worst feeling that if Hargrove is dragged to the bottom of the dark stairs, the blonde won't be making it back home. 

Tendrils strike at his ankles, snakelike, and Steve dances away with a curse. 

Billy is howling up a storm, swear words mixing with pleas in between frantic, choked noises that will haunt him for the rest of his life. 

He needs a fucking weapon. Is furious at himself for not carrying around a knife, or a flashlight or literally anything.

It's the frantic mental scrambling that does him in, a vine snapping out and embedding itself in his ankle. 

It jerks Steve off his feet, and he only evades capture due to his own flailing limbs severing the thin connection as he falls down. 

Belts out a string of curse words as pain rockets up his leg, the singular thin vine trying to bury itself back into his leg, stabbing at the jean material of his pants. 

He jerks away, kicking frantically at it. Has tje odd thought that at least he had managed to avoid smacking his head this time. 

Hargrove is forcefully yanked past him as Steve struggles to stand back up. The slide of his body makes a horrid scraping noise that makes Steve clench his teeth.

The younger man's hands catch on the doorway, blood and tears mixing down his face. 

He stares dead into Steve's eyes, and for the first time, the older boy feels like he's seeing Billy instead of Hargrove.

A guy who's barely 18, blood clumping in his hair and face painfully young.

Way too young to die like this.

"Steve, please." Billy whispers it like he's using his last breath to say it, the plea mounting Steve's fury into something monstrous.

Hell will freeze over before the fucking Upside Down takes another person he knows away from him.

"Fuck this!" Steve snarls, then lunges to bite the largest vine.

It's not made of wood.

The taste is vile, but he can hear whatever's down at the bottom of the stairs shriek as his teeth rip a huge chunk out of it.

He manages to find a decent sized rock in the gravel, and Steve wastes no time using it. Smashes it again and again into the vine, still ripping with his teeth.

It tastes a lot like rancid, raw meat, something Steve is doing his best not to think about. 

Finally the fucking thing tears apart, and Steve spits everything in his mouth out angrily. 

This gets at least one of Hargrove's legs free. 

Later Steve will give credit where credit is due because Billy wastes no time picking the fight back up. 

Watches as he jams a hand down his pockets and yanking out a Swiss army knife. It's not the switchblade Steve's been wishing for, but Billy uses it like it is. 

Flexes his upper body in a show of power, proving his muscles aren't just for looks.

Holds himself up by his core alone as he stabs down at the remaining vine that's trapped him. 

Together they're close to freeing Billy when two slimmer, darker vines shoot up from the gloom. One pierces Hargrove in the shoulder, close to his chest. 

The other goes through Steve's hand to nail Billy's leg. 

They scream in unison, Steve attacking instinctively with his teeth while the shorter boy under him bucks and withers, hand and tiny knife trying to dislodge the tendril in his shoulder. 

Steve succeeds first, biting clear through his vine and yanking it out of himself and Billy. 

He rises to a crouch, uses his good hand to help wrestle with the second tendril as it wiggles its way deeper into Billy.

Rips it out with Billy's help, and prays none of it stays in him as Steve wings it down the stairs. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Billy pants, bloodied hands grasping at the ground, his head tipping backwards. 

They're not safe. Not until they get away, or kill whatever larger horror the damn vines are attached to. 

"Come on." Steve pants, moving behind Billy and getting his own arms under his, trying to pull them both up and back. 

Away from the damn warehouse door.

Billy tries to help, legs kicking and scrambling as they half crawl half fall their way in between the Beamer and the Camaro.

It seems his legs are fucked (likely more fucked than Steve's ankle, if the vines been stabbing at him) and pain makes them both curse until they hit the door of Steve's car. 

They crouch together for a moment, breathing hard and bleeding on one another.

Hargrove has a death grip on Steve's arms, holding him like a lifeline, back resting against his chest. 

Steve's partially kneeling behind him,  his good hand fisted on Billys shirt. Both stare at the warehouse door, fighting pain and praying for a few seconds just to let the waves of it pass. 

Nothing happens for one breath.

Two.

On the fifth draw of air, Steve starts trying to stand, tugging on Billy to go up with him. 

On the seventh something makes an inhuman roar, shaking the ground beneath them. 

Hands fly out, reaching for the Beamers back door. Everything's slick under his blood but Steve manages to get it open anyways, hustling Billy inside before slamming it shut. 

Crashes sound, growing louder as Steve dives for the driver's door. 

Thanks every deity he can think of when he finds he never shut the Beamer off.

 Her wheels squeal angrily as he slams her into reverse but he'll apologize for the abuse later, too focused on getting them the hell out of there. 

"No hospital." Hargrove half pants, half moans, strewn across the backseat.  Steve risks a glance at him in the rear view, and tries to make out how bad the other boy's injuries are. "Harrin-urk--gton, no hospital-!"

"I heard." Steve says.

Billy's hands are pressed into his shoulder, his shirt so stained with dirt, grime and blood it takes Steve a moment to realize it's been ripped open, bearing a toned, golden chest.

He doesn't want to go to the hospital either. 

"You gonna die on me?"

Hargrove snorts. 

"Had worse." He grunts out, then smiles around a bloody mouth. "Not even unconscious."

Somehow Steve believes him.

In the other direction, sitting on a nearby park bench, Eddie Munson is finishing up the last drug deal of the night. 

He's too far away to hear any of the noise. Has a beaten and busted stereo playing a Judas Priest cassette, the noise a little fuzzy but good enough.

Definitely loud--which was why he never heard the vines coming.

[develation]

Forgot that I never posted these, but here are all the Drawings I did for the Titan Hatchlings AU one-shot I wrote a while ago. Feel free to give it a read!

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