#hypnoshipweek

[xkaru-karux]

i found out it’s hypno ship week and today was outfit swap, so i had to draw them

@hermitrarepairevent

[hermitrarepairevent]

@mcytblrsource

Hypno ship week announcement!

Based on the results of the poll, we will be hosting a ship week themed around a hermit who isn't shipped enough (and is generally underrated) - hypno! It will be from august 12th to 18th :] no banned ships this time

We will be checking the tag hypnoshipweek during the week, but you can also just tag us in your entries!

The themes:

Old friends/getting closer

Helping/pranking hermits

Outfit swap/dress-up

Passive/hostile

Secrets/suspicion

Pets/comfort

Free day

Hope to see you then!

(main event rules, feel free to put your fics from this in the main collection!)

[acolorboom]

Hypno Ship Week (5): secrets/suspicion

Hypno is being burdened by the Watchers at the start of s8 but is too scared to tell anyone about it, and XB is starting to get worried.

[mcyt-shipping-sideblog]

day 5: secrets

what if hypno was in sword fight club. what then

[keysmashcoward]

I finally finished day 1 of hypno ship week, old friends / getting closer! I don't know if it's the most overt theming, like, it honestly could be read as an established relationship or qpr if you wanted to and I wouldn't argue with you. It's pretty obvious I'm rusty, so go easy on me! /lh

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Despite the drizzling rain outside the little coffee stand, Hypno found managing drive thru customers far more relaxing than usual. Cars seemed reluctant to clump up into a demanding line and customers seemed to be utilitarian in their orders, requesting simple drinks with little to no special instructions.

"You need anything?" False seemed particularly bored, no walk up customers to chat up or maintenance tasks to busy herself with. Hypno was debating convincing her to take over the drive thru when the employee entrance door opened, cold air and morning rain rushing in.

Jevin also rushed in. His sweatshirt was soaked and his expression looked apologetic. False whipped around from the counter she was cleaning with dedication. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs and she returned to scrubbing sticky vanilla syrup and blue raspberry stains from the surface.

Hypno's curiousity got the better of him, "Did you finally get tired to being perfect at your job?" The joke had a pinch of snark to it, but Jev's chuckle disintegrated any though that he would respond with heat.

"No, I'm just that confident you guys could deal perfectly well without me." Hypno was about to say something about how it was a Monday, and Mondays were always terrible, but Jev got to his argument before him.

"I mean, that line," a roll of the eyes and a gesture out the empty drive thru window, "only a professional like you could achieve the feat of serving the entire morning rush before I had even arrived."

Hypno tried to think of a clever response, but to no evale. A matching eye roll and a huff of exasperation would have to do.

The sound of tires on wet concrete interrupted their conversation. Hypno hurriedly slide open his window, an awkward smile covering for his annoyance towards Jevin.

"Could I get myself a quad shot Americano with oat milk and..." Hypno dropped his customer serving face in favor of a cheeky grin, "for you, maybe enough lenience to ditch work?"

"I feel like you were scouting out a day we wouldn't be so busy." Hypno's fingers easily found xB's tab on the touch screen register and entered his order. Jevin had already taken his place at the espresso machine. Hypno would have liked to think it was to prove himself after coming in late, but logic told him Jev just wasn't to kean on leaving customers waiting.

XB's eyes we're on his phone, determinally searching for something before unbuckling from his seat. His torso strained his car to hold out his phone to Hypno. After a glance, Hypno doubled his grin.

He hurriedly added a lid to xB's nearly finished drink, double cupping and sleeving, as usual, and placed it in xB's free hand.

He grabbed his keys.

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Hypno thought an hour and a half drive was a great trade for xB's spontaneous compulsion to take him to a new teriyaki place. Him bringing food back to the parked car was even worth an earful from Cubfan about the importance of being a responsible employee.

His usual order to test and measure restaurant quality was chicken teriyaki with fried rice and a side of coleslaw. His meat was tender and juicy, rice was properly seasoned with vegetables cooked to his liking, and the coleslaw was still crisp.

XB had opted for beef with white rice and coleslaw. Hypno eyed his meal, before stabbing his fork through one of his pieces, rice clinging to the sauce. XB gave him a horrified glance and a fake pout. Unfortunately, Hypno determined that the beef was too dry, and therefore, not worth a trade for any of his precious chicken.

"That's theft, you know," xB made a move for Hypno's food, only for a hand to easily reroute his whole arm away from his goal. XB hadn't been trying that hard, but now he was determined. "I'm definitely thinking that saying, 'an eye for an eye,' yeah, that works here."

Another lunge, another redirect, all the while Hypno is quickly and efficiently tucking away the rest of their settlement fee.

"I could take this to court, you know."

"For what?" Hypno plays stupid, "you can't seriously think it's a good idea to prosecute yourself for entitlement to my things. I mean, what are you, a vigilante?"

Hypno's on his second to last piece, the chicken stabbed onto the end of his fork. XB fanes panic and places his meal out of his way, using his hand to brace on the steering wheel and seat.

Hypno eats the piece.

XB uses his leverage to bring his body up and out of his position, leaning into his personal space.

Hypno stabs the final piece and brings it to his mouth.

XB is there before him, fully crowding him against the window and earning his emotional damages settlement when he bites the chicken right off of Hypno's fork.

As he's chewing, he begins to return to his seat. Before he's there, but after he's swallowed, Hypno pulls at the back of his head for a quick, sweet kiss.

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I might crosspost to AO3 when I've finished all the prompts, but that's also fucking terrifying, so... /hyp

Also, my sincerest apologies for the tags; they are actually deranged a bit.

[paldeian-wooper]

Hypno Ship Week Day 3 (Outfit Swap)

The ship for this one is Hypno x Grian!

@hermitrarepairevent

Ao3

This one was honestly a bit of a headache, but I finished it! I'm actually a little excited for the next one, I have an idea for it, and I hope I can get it out on paper the way I want it to look-

Hypno x Grian ; Outfit Swap

   Hypno stared at the mirror, his nose scrunched in a not-quite disgust not-quite discomfort expression. He turned halfway to take in the outfit he currently wore. He’d agreed to swapping clothes with Grian, and he wasn’t sure why. The red hoodie had a wide hole in the back, presumably for the avian’s wings, and was baggy but short. Hypno wasn’t that much taller than the avian, but it was enough that the hoodie that usually hung off Grian baggy was short on Hypno’s torso. 

   Due to Grian’s bird legs, they’d agreed not to swap pants, so the hoodie looked a little out of place with the tight utility pants the blonde wore. He’d also agreed to Grian also wearing his bandana so he stared at his hair, lifting a hand to flatten the top which had gotten frizzy with how often he wore and played with his bandana. The blonde sighed before turning to leave his bedroom to go to his living room, where Grian was probably waiting for him. In the back of his mind, he hoped the avian hadn’t put holes in his coat. 

   Upon getting downstairs to the living room, Hypno paused and had to take multiple deep breaths. Grian was standing in the living room, using the turned off tv as a darkened mirror. His back was turned to Hypno, so he could see that the avian had indeed had to put holes in the back of his coat for his wings, but honestly, seeing Grian in his clothes, he didn’t mind the holes. Grian was very clearly checking himself out the best he could in the makeshift mirror, so he hadn’t noticed Hypno’s arrival. 

   The blonde cleared his throat, grabbing the avian’s attention easily. Grian turned to face him, eyes quick to rake over the other’s appearance. Hypno suddenly felt very self-conscious under the perceived scrutinizing gaze. When Grian’s eyes met his again, the blonde couldn’t help but flush lightly. His bandana was tied neatly on Grian’s head and his coat was a little big, but it somehow worked really well on Grian. The turtleneck top Hypno usually wore fit just loosely, the chest cut out uncovering just slightly more skin. 

   Hypno had to look away before he thought too much on it. Grian’s words startled him briefly. “My hoodie looks good on you.” The blonde felt his cheeks flush more before he once again cleared his throat. “And mine looks good on you.” He heard the avian giggle before musing playfully. “Your hoodie looks good on me?” Hypno turned bright red at the statement and stumbled over his words. “That’s- I meant- You- It’s- My clothes-” He stopped himself from embarrassing himself further when Grian cackled.     “I’m just messing with you!” He teased between laughs. “I know what you meant. And thank you! It’s surprisingly very comfortable for being form fitting. Or, I suppose it’s supposed to be form fitting.” Hypno hazarded another look at the avian, taking note that he was no longer being stared at, instead Grian was giving himself a once over. The blonde couldn’t help but think that yeah… this was a good idea.

[colorlessdaydream]

I wrote something for HypnoShipWeek, a little bit of Cleo/Hypno and Tango/Hypno

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[acolorboom]

Hypno Ship Week (4): passive/hostile

Sumthin based off s10 Demise hehe