#Beegearstation

[xowlhousex]

Some beemas Emmet fanart

The beegearstation au belong to @r0-boat

[r0-boat]

Bee Gear Station Au Royal gives out head pats!

There's no way the Royal does not give their drones and kings pets!

They're fluffy hair and for all around their body they've been dying to do it for ages and when they finally do it their reactions are so addicting that you can't help but keep doing it!

Ingo

It's always when you're doing paperwork; your empty hand needs to do something while you read something else in the other. Your eyes glance away from the documents at Ingo sitting next to you, meticulously signing and looking over documents and reports from different departments of the hive.

Your attention mainly focuses on that gray fluffy hair and those weird sideburns on his face. Plush like a cat's fur, your hand reaches out before you even know it-

Ingo's concentration breaks when he feels fingers gently comb through his hair. He knows it's you, you're gentle touch, he has grown accustomed to; however, this was the first that you'd shown infection like this.

He can't help but lean into your hand, his eyes fluttering clothes. The way your fingers graze through his scalp feels so good, the feeling so far and yet so addictive he instinctively craves more, the quiet buzzing erupting from himself akin to a cat's purr elated your heart. However, in that peaceful moment of affection, as the king's eyes snap open, he grabs your wrist, unable to hide the blush across his face when he gives you a serious look. "Your Highness, please! With all due respect, we have a lot of work to do. We can't afford to fool around."

Emmet

Even hours after you have finished your work for the day, you can't help but think about the feeling of ingos fluffy hair underneath your touch. The plush and smoothness and the way your fingers effortlessly glide right through, and that's not to forget the low, pleasant buzzing you could barely hear from him.

Hearing a knock at your chamber door breaks your thoughts-

" your highness, Im Emmet, and the chef told me you might be hungry, so I brought you a snack!"

Your next victim!

"come in Emmet!"

Emmet nods, opening the door to your bedroom chamber with a fresh plate of assorted cut fruits and small berries laid meticulously on a plate to resemble your favorite animal.

Excited to finally spend time with you after his meanie older brother whisked you away to do paperwork, he puts the plate down on your nightstand before sitting down next to you.

"Hi" Emmet purrs, his signature smile curving into a smirk as he tries to push you onto the sheets.

Then you strike your fingers, combing through his hair and petting him, which makes the brother pause in his tracks. You giggle at his cute little reaction as Emmet falls into your lap. Humming in delight at this new feeling, he was grateful for receiving and wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled deeper into your lap.

That same delightful purring buzz reaches your ears once again.

Now satisfied, you try to remove your hand from his fluffy head fur only for him to grab your wrist gently at firm as he whines, " Verrry mean! Keep going I'm Emmet, and I don't want you to stop!!" Uh-oh, it looks like you're the victim in his trap!

Depot agent drones

A mix between both of their kings

Some of them are just so focused on work, and as much as they love your pets, they know you are a big distraction. It takes so much effort just to rip their selves away from your gentle and loving touch, but they must, for the sake of the hive; whatever you were doing is too powerful, and if they don't rip themselves away sooner, than work will never be done!

However, more Lax drones will be your little kitten in your lap, purring away at your touch and whimpering for more when you let go. Some drones will even feel jealous when they see their hive mates getting that same attention you gave them only a while ago.

The Shyer drones, their faces will turn red as they move in their seat in anticipation, but when you finally reach your hand out, they move away, exclaiming that they don't deserve this kind of attention from someone so pristine as you! But that doesn't mean they don't want your patch. They do, they really do!!

They don't see themselves as worth your attention. But if you're a royal that likes to tease, they will be the first ones to beg for your pets on the verge of tears because, to you, they're worthy of your attention!

[mikovwrites]

hello may i ask or more like a request,its ok if you dont do the request but can i request

bee worker!reader with yandere king bee!ingo and emmet with smut?it could be any way you want i dont mind if you dont do the request its ok i understand but in anyway i like your beegearstation Au!thats my favorite au of yours so far with ingo and emmet and also im a new follower!hope we interact in the future just for know i will your fan anon of emmet and ingo :3

hope you get a better rest this year!dont let yourself tired always have a good day!^^

Hello there, my first request anon! ^^

I'm very happy that you're showing so much interest in the my writing. Just for your information, the SubMas BeeGearStation AU is not my creation as it came from the wonderful minds of @r0-boat and @onestepbackwards, illustrated by the the awesome @antidotesprout. As much as I adore the AU, I'm only a small writing blog contributing with the idea. Hehe. ^^

As for your request, I apologise for turning it down at the moment because I'm currently focusing myself on writing for the Call of Duty and Tekken fandoms. Thank you for your understanding. Feel free to check my other writings by surfing this blog of mine! Thank you for following my blog and interacting with my works. Your support means a lot to me. :')

Thank you for the kind words, my dear first request anon! I hope for a better year for you as well. Have a nice day! :D

[onestepbackwards]

Hi i was wondering if you were gonna continue your beegearstation fic? I really enjoyed reading it, and was wonderin if it would get an update! Nw if not, im just happy that it exists :)

I do plan on continuing it! I hope to have more chapters out this year as well as the Greaser!au! I just am unsure when the next chapter will be finished.

[antidotesprout]

AAAAAA

Holy crap I'm actually on time for your suggestions to be open.

How are you doing Sprout?

If it's okay with you can I ask for either

Beemas, Tarzan!Ingo or Cole

I'm sorry I'm hardly in your suggestion box so I a little too excited😭😫

Have a good day and drink some water.

I’m doing pretty ok, just a really weird week!

I honestly wanted to draw all of these buuuuuut I got bees on the brain 😤💖

[bitebitesnap]

For the Hive

Hey y'all want some bees?

For @r0-boat 's Bee Submas AU CW: descriptions of violence, bug gore, some suggestive commentary.

I spent so long on this y'all! I started this last month! I am going insane! :D

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It started out so well.

An average, beautiful morning. Sun light beamed through the halls of the subway, arching across broken tiles in glittered shades of sunset. Wax glowed and pulsed with beads of sticky glory that oozed along each woven wall.

A steady thrum of the beating heart of the hive kept strong with day’s end. The keepers were always busy in such, buzzing about here to there. With the recent haul from the outside, they were run amok with cargo to make and to share alike.

How you’d come here was so long ago now. Then, they’d watched over you uncomfortably. A bee never left your side at all times, either because of pure curiosity or their own Queen’s dislike of you.

They lost their way for a time without her. 

It had been so eerily silent. Once humming wings laid dormant across their backs, antenna perked up at attention. Orders never came. So they remained, waiting until someone, anyone said something.

Her corpse had been casually tossed aside with the same disregard as when he’d struck. Swiftly, with not a trace of remorse in his bared grin.

Now stingers lay hidden in wrists, covered carefully with honey matted gloves. Wings never buzzed with aggression nor irritation, lightly flitting about whenever you approached. Sometimes even when you just existed, apparently, as the thrumming beat never really stopped.

So many bees so close would scare away anyone. Just a threat of a sting had most you’d known cowering; one was plenty, a hive was a death wish. They’d kill their own for less.

But not for you. For you, they danced. For you, they sang hymns on rumbling wings. For you they gathered and crafted, building higher and more resilient.

For you they held on in droves. For you they clutched with bated breath and fluttering antenna. For you, they pleased in tongue and hand alike.

For their queen, they’d die.

Calm conversation flowed, words parried between you. The drone was one of the more friendly of them, Jackie. Burgundy hair always parted and ruffled a mess beneath his cap, he remained one of your closer friends. 

Though friend was a bit too casual of a label for just how many times he’d pinned you against some barren honeycomb deep within the hive, stray hands grasping at hips or digging knuckles deep into your warm, pliant cunt.

He was sweet, but he wasn’t one of your Kings. However that didn;t stop him from joining in fucking you raw time and time again. 

His hands were sticky with the fresh honey he carted in hand. The bucket was heavy with the stuff, so thick it barely moved at all no matter how much he waddled about. You did, however, have to convince him not to swing the bucket by the handle lest he get it absolutely everywhere trying to prove it wouldn’t, in fact, get everywhere. You’d started laughing at his adorably pouty face.

Bright yellow fuzz had been so common in your new life that the instant a puff of it floated in, you’d hardly given it a glance. A simple brief pause in chatter gave you time to flick attention away from the bee for just a moment before returning. 

Long enough for the drone’s once sulky expression to drop completely.

Jackie had paused with bucket still in hand, halfway up his chest to present the sweet delight to you. His focus was entirely away, towards the open subway gate you had just looked at.

“Jackie?” You followed his gaze, yet nothing had changed. To you, it was the same hive as always if not a bit less active for some reason, “Is something wrong?” You glanced back at him, brow raised.

The bee was still staring off into the distance. Honey oozed down the insides of the bucket, turned slightly to you. Reddish strands fluttered over his temples from the dusk breeze. The smile he’d always had lay absent as he stared, those strange near honey comb-like eyes unblinking.

The rasp of his voice would have been lost under the thrum of the hive had you not been listening for him, “.....Wasp.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “What-?”

One of his arms, free from not having a bucket to carry, raised between you and the entry, “Its…It’s probably nothing,” He swallowed, “I-I-It looks like he’s alone….Rogue probably..” The bucket was lowered away from his face as he turned to you, “S-Sometimes we get rogues who take honey from the entry. It-It’s not a big deal, we always make too much anyways a-a-and it’s not like he;s getting any of the royal honey. They never seem brave enough for that…” He was trying so very hard. Not a glimmer of nervous sweat on his brow nor break in his voice could say anything was wrong.

The shake of his hands, paired with the irritated quiver of antenna through burgundy locks, said otherwise.

Yet, he didn;t seem to be wrong. The wasp was, for all the surprise he was, keeping to himself. Clawed hands dug easily into the comb closest to the entrance as he scooped out healthy amounts of it into a woven parcel.

Bees were common in your older life. Before the hive they’d buzz about casually, cleaning out store wares for their sugar and dusting the overgrown flower forest for pollen. You’d learned to catch their striped shells from a distance to keep yourself out of their reach at the time. Stories of their violence worked wonders for their privacy as well as food supply.

The same couldn;t be said for the wasps. 

Where the bees were fluffy, almost criminally so, the wasp was hard. Stripes of black and yellow arched across his chest in familiar patterns yet the strokes of such were blurred, a false mimicry of the same puffy nature the bees themselves had. Extra hands lay near his waist like the bees, dark black claws curving wickedly into the wax mantle. Antenna flicked about while dark eyes kept keen attention, the shell of his exoskeleton marring most human features.

Your own hive was already well aware of the intruder. Workers continued to buzz mindlessly from hive to wall, the work never ceased for even a moment despite the rude guest. Antennas remained perked regardless, his peaceful intent likely known yet cautious all the same, the wide berth shared between the two hive born races in mutual ignorance to each other.

“It-It’ll be fine. He should get what he wants then leave when he’s done.” The hand between you shuffled to your shoulder, clutching a bit tight, “M-My queen please, let’s go inside and leave h-him be..”

He had been meaning to pull you away, to turn your eyes off the wasp to leave him to his plundering. And you meant to follow, already halfway into his arm even as your eyes remained on the hybrid for a moment longer.

A moment had been enough. A moment of time where the hive was busy and work was adamant. A moment a single bee buzzed across the room, his honey soaked coat blocking the hybrid between you.

The second you flitted your gaze, curious of the bee’s sodden nature, he moved.

It had been a nice calm day. The hive was buzzing, the wind was blowing a gentle breeze of sweet sugar and flowers—a fitting end to a busy day of gathering and crafting. A friend at your side, a hive to your command, a pair of bees to lovingly be smothered between in an ocean of fluff and hums.

A peace in the midst of the devastation outside. 

So why now, of all times, did the devastation have to find you again.

The hoarse, ragged scream ripped the hum from the air. Antenna snapped up in a shining wave as each drone turned away from the walls, away from the overflowing waxen pools of material and honey to stare, awestruck.

Your drone had clutched your arm tight yet neither did he turn away as you stared, horrified.

The drone hung in the air, wings abuzz wildly. He writhed, hands digging and clawing into his own chest. Honeycomb eyes, wide and desperate, stared at the uniform so drenched in sickly sweet honey it stained a permanent golden hue.

Long, narrow black pierced through both. Arched up from behind, uncaring of the dollops of honey drizzling down from the soaked bee. A cold watcher of the hybrid’s frantic fluttering and buzzing.

Nothing moved. Nary a twitch of wing nor antenna, all frozen to the horror at their doorstep.

Screams faded, scratching slowed, a pearlescent bead of foul trickled down into the wound.

The stinger ripped back out the way it came, leaving the bee to drop to the broken floor. Once glowing eyes stared blankly, hazed over grey. An uncaring leg kicked it away like the corpse it was.

The darkness of the hybrid’s eyes pitched deeper into an uncanny void, lifted away from the body of his making. He stared, unblinking, over his stunned audience. Honey dripped from his claws in a golden ichor fouled by his torment of another and forgotten just as quickly.

No one moved. No one could. In such a sudden display, how could they?

Until his gaze fell to you, and the pressure of the void dropping onto your shoulders ripped a shiver into your bones. 

All at once, they ignited. 

It started with a pinch at your shoulder. The hand twisted sharply to hold tighter, claws digging into your skin through the dress sleeve. You turned to him then, startled.

Jackie was a friendly bee. Never once did he even raise a claw to another worker regardless of what had been done–the hive-wide moments of clumsiness aside.

Now his face wrenched into sheer rage. Eyes of gold blazed molten metal above your head with focused intent, mandibles clicking against bared teeth. The antenna that would flit about your face wriggled in furious strokes. 

The bee of your friend was gone, the bee of their stories emerged.

The same frantic jittering flowed throughout the crowded hall. The same bees that floated amongst the comb had turned to face the infraction on their peace. The same workers who churned and curated honey had dropped their tools to watch with burning eyes and fluttering wings.

You had seen your hive angry only once. When the queen had rebelled against your continued stay, threatening violence to maintain her hoard. On that day, their rage was the catalyst to your permanent residence. 

Now, it was a mark of death. 

A roar started from the back of the hive; exactly where you weren’t certain. Only that it spread quickly from one end to the next, gaining momentum and volume with each bee. A shockwave of violence and clacking claws against tile

Something sickly sweet stung your nose. Piercing fruitiness that bore down in your lungs as if you’d just passed a cart of overripe fruit left to rot.

Starchy and sweet, like bananas.

The hand at your shoulder wrenched off with thread tearing in clean slices. Jackie, sweet patient Jackie, screeched louder than a banshee and twice as wicked, wings flared wide. The thrum erupted into a thunderous buzzing that quivered the walls they resided. And though you recoiled, arms wrapped around your chest, he was completely ignorant to you at all.

What started as a mere crowd turned into a hoard. Bees, coated in green stained dark with honey, rushed out from deeper within the hive. Wings buzzed and antenna flared in a tsunami of yellow and black, their humanity abandoned in the rush for retaliation. They buzzed all around you, swerving at a radius out of reach of you.

The wasp, despite the sheer odds against him, merely stood as he was. Only leaping back a pace to gather distance his jaw cracked open into a hideous screech that bounced back up the entry.

There were stories you’d heard over your travels. Bees were a group, always together and never apart for long. A unanimous front for survival. Wasps, however, had a habit of splitting off onto their own for personal reasons. It was more common to see wasp hybrids out minding their own business doing whatever it was they do alone than it was to see less than a handful of bees at any time. At any given moment, should conflict between them arise, bees always outnumbered the wasp.

But wasps were intelligent. Far too intelligent that humans strayed far away from their territory to keep amicable relations.

One wasp on a suicide mission was wise enough to keep at least a few allies.

The sun was blotted quickly. In the rush of the hive the deeper thrum was missed, or outright ignored. Claws clacked in too many steps, scraping along the rails as they swept inside.

It couldn’t be a raid at this point. There were too many faces, too many hands to claim it as just a run for the honey anymore. No, this was much much worse. Sheer maliciousness personified in a swarming hoard.

This was an outright invasion. And you were a one woman audience.

The one moment you had for realization shattered as they collided.

An Agent slammed into the main wasp. Knocked off his feet his wings buzzed wildly to right himself, but with the bee on top it was a futile effort, too much weight for the fragile bits. What rags he wore along his arms was scratched at and ripped into by the Agents' rabid fury.

Another wasp launched into his ribs before he could tear into the hybrid’s face, stinger at the ready. He turned his wrath to the new invader and stung him in the shoulder, wings buzzing oppressively.

The wasp knocked down didn;t get the chance to stand as another, even angrier bee dropped on top. He screeched as the Agent drilled his shoe into his chest. 

Carapice cracked open under the force, spraying that wretched green goo all bug hybrids had inside.

The assault stopped abruptly as another wasp kicked the bee away, only for another worker to ram into it shoulder first. One wasp stepped in, sliding down the banister to be swatted down by a honey drenched shovel and stabbed through with it. A trio of bees, shorter than most, clutched onto a wasp who clung to the torn wings of a drone buzzing so furiously the honey oozing down the walls pressed back against it.

Bone snapped under force. Teeth and mandible bit and tore into flesh, rending it to mangled strips. Carapice cracked open to spew it’s insides all along the walls.

Chaos spun its web in black and yellow as the two hoards clashed, the force of which blasting air through the hive

Something dark swished by the crashing hoards. Yellow stained deep by their shared green blood and black stripes that wrapped around it;s waist and chest. If you hadn’t been so focused on the fight, you’d probably miss it amongst the swirling mass of similar colors.

The eyes, blacker than sin, stood out like a tumor upon a bright yellow flower.

Buzzing wings zipped the wasp into your space faster than you could step away. It slammed it’s claws against your chest, knocking you off your feet and to the ground with a cry. You scrambled onto your back.

Their eyes were so much worse up close. Malice permeated the entirety of them at a viscosity that clogged your insides the moment they laid upon you. Wings fluttered at their back, antenna writhing in quick jitters, ecstatic at you laying at their feet.

It hit you then. The ruse, the attack, their incredible numbers despite the minute odds of success. 

This wasn;t just an invasion, not for food nor blood.

You were what they wanted all along.

It’s-her?-voice slithered along the thrumming air, “You’ll be a quick one, won’t you~?” Those blackened eyes tilted gleefully and you could feel the dredge of the gaze swiping down your legs, “They’ve never taken humansszzzz before…..not as queenszz that isszz.” She stepped closer, wings spreading wider as she loomed, “You are too…sszzzoft…”

Your chest heaved, hands scrabbling for purchase on the tile. Getting any distance at all was worthless with every step she made, closing the distance between you, “S-Stay away from us..Get out of this hive! I demand it!”

“Oh~? Sssszzo the queen thinksszz she can make demandszz of us? That sszzhe has any rule over the wasspzz?” Her laugh was cruel, a cold drip down your spine, “Sszzuch feeble things you are, believing that just a word holdssz any meaning to me..”

You grit your teeth, lashing words on the back of your tongue.

She rushed into your space suddenly. Rigid black claws cracked the tiles as she slammed palms first into the ground, “I will enjoy thisszz..little queen..” Wings thrummed, vibrating your teeth. Black eyes leered with intent.

Mandibles cracked open in a viscous grin,“Today, zzere will be no more hive..” One of too many arms reared back with claws ready, “Only a dead huszk of wax.”

You gasped, terror snapping into the back of your throat as black eyes flashed wickedly.

The ground shook beneath you in thunderous steps before she was launched off of you in a streak of white.

Without her at your throat you dropped onto your back. Gasps tore into your lungs and the dirt kicked into the air scratched your throat but you were alive. Claws had not torn out your jugular yet.

Another rumble cracked the tiles, someone choking on blood or some other fluid. Again and again the crashes rocked the floor beneath you, as if someone was hitting something extremely hard. That bee was giving quite the fight if you could guess; Hell, for a moment you would have assumed it was-

Your eyes snapped open; you didn’t remember closing them.

White. The streak of cloth tackling the wasp off your stomach was white. 

The worker’s uniforms were always a shade of green.

You shot up. Whatever ache in your bones lay ignored at the back of your mind as you screamed, “EMMET!!”

They had been angry once. Only once, even. Frustration was common to find after they’d leave the hive for the more dangerous foraging areas and come back to you neck deep in yet another depot wide declaration of loyalty; which was the most eloquent way of putting a multiple bee crowd orgy that lasted the entire time they were away. You had found them to be very delightful after a time but they had a different view, one that usually resulted in some mild bee-on-bee violence. None of it really did any harm from either side, even if the twins commonly revoked their worker’s privilege of seeing you at all. You had never seen them truly, righteously angry aside from the one time when their old queen threatened to kill you.  

You would never forget the pure rage that crossed their faces in unison; in that moment, had their uniforms not been opposite colors, they would have been the same man.

And now the same furious, teeth grit scowl was back on his face, mandibles split open and splayed wildly to remind that he was just as savage as the murderous wasps themselves.

You could only watch in wide eyed horror as he raised the wasp over his head and slammed her back down into the tile. Over and over, one section of hands gripping tight around a shoulder and leg to keep the momentum. She’d started to go quiet, each brutal hit crushing more of her carapice into her body.

A scream clogged the back of your throat, held firm by your tongue locking in there with it.

He did not stop the assault until her body had caved in with a grotesque crunch, bug matter spraying up into his face as a last bitter retaliation. The hands that didn;t just brutally murder another scrubbed it out of his eyes, not bothering one moment to scratch at the sludge staining his precious jacket.

You gasped, the blockage holding your breath breaking at the lack of air, and his eyes snapped to you, burning with intense rage. 

For just a moment, in the midst of devastation at the hive’s door, he let the fire die in his eyes to stare at you with pure unbridled terror. His eyes flit rapidly, back and forth over your face and body, searching for something only he could see and shoulders tensing the longer he couldn’t find it.

And just as quickly the moment was broken as a heavy crash shattered a nearby wall, the tossed Agent scrambling to tear free of the wax before he was slammed back into by the wasp that chased after. Angry screeches muted the crumbling honeycomb as both tore into one another again.

His teeth bared in a growl, mandibles cracking and wings thrumming wildly. With one last desperate look he tore off into the fray, crashing straight into a group of wasps in the midst of harassing another Agent.

He was going to help?! He was going to get himself killed!

The noose at your neck abruptly loosened, “EMMET!!” You scrambled to your feet, frantically running after, “EMMET PLEASE-”

The twin glared over a shoulder, irate at being interrupted, only to nearly jump out of his carapice at the sight of you quickly approaching the still encroaching swarm. He swerved his back to you, wings beating rapidly, “Stay back! Stay there!” 

“Wha-Emmet!” You stumbled to a stop,”This is suicide!! You can’t-”

“I know! I do not have a choice! Just-” He snapped his gaze away from you back to the combat just feet away as the buzzing roared into a crescendo, all arms spreading wide.

You screamed, “EMMET!”

Carapace clashed as the wasps smashed into his open arms, the force sliding your bee backwards. Both hybrids clawed into the delicate fabric struggling to reach further to you mandibles biting into his hide.

Emmet snarled, wild with rage as he grabbed both inferior bugs by the wing and yanking them off. Smashing their shells together he tossed the broken remains at the rest of the hoard, “I am Emmet, I am one of two Kings in this hive! You have threatened my hive and my queen, for that you will die!” And he blasted forwards in a rush of buzzing, crashing headlong into a group of wasps that crumpled like paper beneath his strength.

The hoard had encroached deeper. More wasps clawed through the upper walls above the surface, streaming in droves. Brittle wax shattered in the assault from drone and wasp alike slamming into it.

Corpses littered the ground at their feet. Shattered carapace and shredded skin splattered new colors across the hive walls, staining the once honey gold palace a disgusting sludge. Not a single hybrid stopped for the dead in favor of tearing into one another all the harder. Those in their King’s range lurched out of it just as quick to avoid his brutal strength, whatever wasps foolish enough to stand still quickly snatched and broken like the brittle shells they were to him.

Tears you’d just barely managed to keep down started to burn down your cheeks. It was a massacre; nothing but death would come from this fight and he’d just thrown himself in like a dog to a slaughter! If he wasn’t torn to bits just by invading the clashing hoards then he’d be cracked apart by their numbers!

A thrum burst out from within the swarm. Wasps from the first assault began to pull back away, arms curled in with spiked shell outwards, “Outsszzide! Take to the sszkies!” A louder shriek called from within the hoard, bitter rage spitting towards the hive they’d tried and failed to invade. The swarm funneled back into the staircase, dark colors colliding in a tide that swept out into the open air.

But the hive was already in gear. Furious screeches called back as groups of bees tore out after, enraged at their retreat. The rush spread inwards calling out even more drones from within the hive from their antsy wait.

White streaked out with the hoard, teeth and mandibles bared.

“EMMET!” You tried desperately to stand, “EMMET COME BACK-” A stray drone knocked you onto your ass with his shoulder, unable to glance back in the rush. In the thrumming of wings the upkicking wind kept you on the ground, coughing in the dust.

Hands snatched you up out of the chaos, “My Queen!”

Had you not already been crying you would have sobbed at his voice, “Ingo!” Dirt scratched at your throat and hoarsed your voice, but still you thrashed at the hands under your arms vainly trying to escape his very gentle yet firm grasp, “Ingo he’s going to get hurt! You can’t let him do this!”

You could feel his wince at your wailing but he persisted, “He’s already made up his mind! I tried to derail this track of his but he ran off before I could!” His arms gathered you tight into his chest, fluff tickling the back of your neck, “Please my queen I beg you! Do not follow after him!”

“I can’t leave him out there! They’ll kill him! They’re bee killers! Murderers!” You wailed, “They’ll kill him!” 

“Please desist from this track! He may have chosen this destination but I cannot allow you the same!” Familiar antenna pat against your cheek as the curve of his nose buried into your neck. The hard tips frantically prodded everywhere they could to search for harm done yet finding nothing; he remained stiff at your back regardless, “My Queen, my sun and sky, please don’t leave us like this! Emmet would feel just as ashamed as I if we ever allowed you to be harmed! Surely they would kill you just the same!” 

“I-Ingo please..!” Still you writhed, the fight leaving the more pleads he uttered, “I-I can’t let him die..! I-I..I can’t..!” 

“He did not leave to let you suffer at their hands!”

“I have to try, Ingo! I can-I-I can call him back and-!”

“And have the wasps flay you where you stand!?” The claws snipped at your skin as he tensed sharply, “They have come for war! They do not care for anything else! If they were to take you…!” His own voice cracked, desperation bleeding into his biting words as he clung all the tighter.

For a moment, all you could do was cry. The hive had slowed in it’s assault, a majority of the bees already out in combat. A horrendous buzzing burned the sky outside, reaping havoc among the remains of the city in crashing stone and splintering glass. Wasp and bee alike were likely being tossed in both retaliation and death.

Somewhere, amidst the frenzy, one of your Kings was with them where death was imminent.

You sagged in his hold the longer he  sniffled, defeated, “..I can’t lose either of you…”

“Then come back into the hive. Stay in the chamber where its safe!” The arms around your waist clutched tighter, “There are drones on guard for you, I will have the rest of the hive at your beck and call just-!” He staggered back, away from the roaring outside to the safety of the inner sanctum, “Please! Stay away from them! I beg of you!”

More buzzing, calmer, rumbled into the station. Workers were flooding back into the area to recover from the assault; already a few were gripping shovels and mops to scrub away the remains.

Some winced at the crackle of corpses in their hands, some did not. The mere sight of their own being so lifeless curled in your throat with the bile.

“O-Okay….” You hiccuped, “Okay-Okay…Let me go..I’ll go i-inside…” 

Ingo clutched you tighter, hands roaming to more comfortable places around your chest and waist. Like a King holding his queen.

“Thank you…thank you..” He muttered reverently, lacing kisses into your hair. 

He relented as a drone floated over, “Go, now. Take her back into the chambers and watch over her.” Your king, the gentle of the twins, snatched the bee by the throat before he could land, “And if anything, anything, happens to her,” Claws dug into the soft skin, ignoring the frantic scramble of the drone trying to pull his hand away, “I will have your heads. All of you.”

At one point, you would have blustered. Tears would have welled and cries would fill the air as you would plead for their lives; a thing they never properly understood. They were just drones, replaceable in droves if you so wished.

You knew very well how easily numbers could come back. But they weren’t just drones, they were your drones, your workers and subjects. They lived and breathed for you.

But now in the stench of death with the golden walls succumbing to the rot, you were just tired. Even your voice was just a croak as you raised a hand to his wrist, “Ingo…..”

He resisted, wings buzzing behind you aggravatedly. The drone squirmed as his grip tightened.

Wings thrummed frantically when his King released him in a huff, “Very well…my Queen..” He nuzzled his mouth back into your hair to nibble his mandibles along your scalp affectionately before he finally set you back onto your feet. 

You barely responded when shaking hands took hold of your shoulders and hurried you away. Just one chance to look back was given as you rounded a waxen wall, where tiles gave way to the metal tracks of the tunnels.

Ingo remained in the main station, his own back towards you. The black coat was sodden at it’s hem; it had been too short, you remembered vaguely, and could barely scrape past his shins. Thin rips frayed the edges, clean slits carved for his wings and second set of arms. Even his hat glistened lightly with a thin layer of honey, crystalled over time from the lack of recent washing.

You had that one moment to watch him lift off the floor, hands curling into fists, before zipping out of the station into the open air.

Whether the increase of violent thrumming was because of his arrival or because of even more wasps was impossible to know as you were swept back inside to the sanctum.

Walls of wax and stone laced every side. Deep, deep tunnels twisted and turned in dizzying paths that would have driven you insane once upon a time; by this point all the constant winding did was give you a headache. The old tracks ran deep under the city into other stations with their own stairways into the sky, but none of them were where the drone hurried you off to. 

The sanctum. The innermost part of the hive and your personal bedroom.

And sometimes a gauntlet of drones, but that wasn’t on your mind right now.

The subway had collapsed at some point. A cave in from a sinkhole below where running water had corroded a thick deposit of limestone; at least that was all you could assume. It wasn’t like you had time to study geology.

With the fragile state of the pit at some point a heavy impact cracked open the ceiling. The bees had sealed it in with layers of wax and crystalline honey which, while protecting the hive, created a brilliant faux stained glass where light streamed in golden. Mass amounts of honey were stored within barrels and waxen stores within the walls, yet the floor remained remarkably honey and debris free; likely from the continuous work of the bees. Tunnels, both man made and burrowed out, branched throughout the upper limits of the cavernous pit, lightly blocked off with simple waxen doors to lessen noise and the possibility of intruders.

Well, if they even made it through one of the stations that is.

The bed was just as soft as you remembered it was. Made of repurposed mattresses and other various soft things it was so large it encompassed an entire section of the sanctum. Pillars of wax and honey crystals formed a mock canopy; a gift from your Kings at one point when the drones had recovered the destroyed remained of a proper canopy bed. 

Ingo had been so excited at the proposal of sleeping underneath it. Romantic, he called it. Emmet called him old fashioned.

You tried so hard to hold back the tears burning your eyes. You scrubbed at your cheeks to rid the leftover tracks. 

The drone was still at your side. His hands fiddled, one pair with your dress sleeve the other with each other. Low buzzes and clicks hummed in his throat, odd honey eyes flitting about your body.

He wasn’t any drone you knew personally. Either because you hadn’t met properly or he’d been a recent hatch. There was little chance he knew any more about you than the surface level of your title. 

But whatever the details, it didn’t matter. He was just as much your drone as everyone else.

The same as all the others who’d fallen in the invasion; that were still falling in the combat outside.

Exhausted, terrified, and rightfully stressed, you finally fell apart at the first moment of peace.

The poor drone jumped out of his shell when you snatched him by the waist in a vicious bear hug, wailing into his chest. Your strength was nothing in comparison to the hybrids but it was enough to wrench him closer to the bed until he fell to his knees.

Your bees were dead. Dying outside in the unforgiving world at the wicked hand of the wasps. So many had already died and their corpses were being hauled away like they meant nothing; and maybe in the grand scheme of the hive they didn’t. Like Emmet said, there will always be more.

But that didn’t mean they would be the same.

So you wailed, cried and screamed into this one helpless drone caught in your arms. Bawling your griefs into his chest until his uniform was sodden with your tears. 

He could so easily pull you off and go about his day. His claws could pry your hands away and his wings could float him out of your reach to leave you to your tears.

But he didn’t.

Those clawed hands shakily set upon your shoulders. A hand cupped the back of your head, the other wrapping slowly around your back. The once rigid posture in his back relaxed until his chest was more within your reach, easing into you to hold you properly as he ran his hand through your hair.

You sobbed at the careful care of his touch. It wasn’t likely he’d ever seen violence if he was so deep within the hive, yet he still offered what comfort he could give.

All around, the hive thrummed. Bees milled about, carrying pails of honey and other waxen things. Some fluttered through the tunnels into the sanctum, dumping their cargo into the walls or depositing a treasure at the foot of the too large bed. Just as always, as if it was a normal day.

Yet you could never ignore how the thrumming was less of the heartbeat and living breath of your hive. More a distant whisper of what it had been.

Without a view of the sky or even a clock it was near impossible to tell how much time you spent just hiding in the sanctum. The bee refused to be pulled away, not leaving you for a moment even as your tears slowed to a stop and work needed to be resumed. He maneuvered you to lay properly, clicking his mandibles at you when you attempted to even look at whatever the hive brought to your step. He’d bring the trinkets to you himself, buzzing all the while.

Hours passed by. Lost to a haze of grief and pain, you only lay where you were in the massive bed. You drone remained at your side, muttering lowly about randoms goings on in the hive. Somewhere another tunnel had collapsed from a sinkhole; more bees were dispatched earlier in the morning to ready the new cavern for another honeycomb deposit. One of the many pipes had burst in the chaos, making a massive mess of soggy wax and water that had to be mopped and scraped clean.

You weren’t shy to the normal day to day work around the hive. It was comforting, the monotonous repetition of building and crafting. Something to hold onto in the endless days swept up in the company of your hive whilst the Kings tended to the other duties. Said duties now including war.

The bubble of terror threatened to burst in your chest again yet you held firm, no matter how much it ballooned against your ribs. 

Everywhere the hive thrummed on. The sun continued to pass overhead, uncaring to the worldly devastation below; at some point the light stretched away from the floor towards the opposite wall. 

You blinked at the golden slats; surely it hadn;t been so long. You couldn’t have been laying in your chamber mourning long enough that the day had passed by without you. That was just ridiculous.

Then again, you hadn’t seen something as horrifying as this. 

His head shot up in the middle of combing through your hair. Antenna fluttered as he dropped the brush, the plastic clattering off the bed as he jumped to his feet.

You followed, still scrubbing tear tracks off your face, “W-What is it..?” You grimaced softly at the rasp in your voice; a few coughs did little to clear it.

But he wasn’t facing you. He’d dropped to his knees, crouching low while staring at one of the many entries high above. The lines etched into his face wriggled with his clicking mandibles, antenna flicking about. 

It wasn’t uncommon to see their insectoid responses, but there were a few times where specific motions held meaning. Mostly it happened during the few mass gatherings you’d been involved in; once for your arrival and another for your coronation. Both times the drones had snapped to attention regardless of whatever they were doing to stare up at their new leaders antenna flitting all the while. Afterwards you’d seen them turn to face each other with the same little clicks firing between. A form of conversation; the language had always escaped you given you never had the parts. 

But given how much time you’d spent, with long late hours wasted just listening to the brothers chatter, you’d gathered enough to understand the most basic.

A rhythmic set of clicks, sharp but almost tinkling like bone wind chimes. Rapid buzzing filtered within the empty air between bouts of clicks.

Your heart lodged in your throat.

The thrum slowed into a low hum. Almost quiet as if the entire hive had retired for the night yet hadn;t quite fallen asleep yet (though the noise never really stopped even then). 

Yet the sudden silence was more purposeful, almost reverent. The constant sounds of motion and churning honey crawled to a halt, leaving a once thriving hive almost dead silent.

Air rushed through the chamber. The touch of humidity told of a storm brewing on the horizon, a soft heat coursing into the hive.

In the quiet, underneath the remaining clatter of workers hurrying to finish whatever they’d started, footsteps echoed. Too many to be only one yet too few to be a group.

The doorway pushes in just as the drone rushes away from your side to disappear down a different tunnel. 

Two bees stand in the opened door, claws sinking into the soft wax to shove it away. Dark and light mix in a twist of limbs and wings, entangled into one another as easily as a ball of yarn was to a mixer. Black cloth had torn in places, stretched thin over his iron grip on the other regardless of similar rips being etched into the similar bleached white coat from his claws. Said bee was hunched forwards in his hold, a pair of arms clutching to his stomach.

One hand still holding onto his twin;s shoulder, Emmet glanced at you beneath his cap, “I-I am Emmet,” His free hand clutched the scratched brim of his hat in a mock salute, “We are victorious.”

You launched out of bed as you sobbed, “EMMET!”

Both Kings had mere moments to shut the door behind them and limp to the edge of the mattress pile before you were on them. Ingo lurched back wings buzzing wildly to hold steady as you clutched Emmet tight; the grin on his face had been strained, too much teeth and mandible, yet it softened as you shoved his face into your.shoulder where he sighed dreamily. Little buzzes tickled your skin as his mandibles parted to nuzzle kisses along your neck.

“W-What happened!? You i-idiot why d-did you just run out there like th-that!? You could have d-died!” Tears were already dribbling into his shock of hair as you wailed, “H-How did-H-How did-” You couldn’t force the words to come. The rock in your throat had tangled in your tongue and refused to loosen even just to make sure they were alright.

So you held on instead. Clutching his torn jacket and burying your face into his neck you sobbed into him. Emmet turned his face closer into you, more bee kisses nibbling at your skin as a free hand wandered from your back to the other shoulder. Another set of hands joined from the opposite side as Ingo stepped closer, arms wrapping around your waist to cradle you both into him as well. 

They held you until you had nothing to give. When you buckled under the weight Ingo snatched you closer, shoving you further into Emmet who held tighter. Even when he too lost his balance his twin shuffled his weight into his own until he shouldered a greater amount of the both of you. Ingo nestled his kisses into your hair again, edging you slowly into a calmer state.

Throat sore, you sniffed, “...H-How many…”

Emmet nuzzled closer, “Hm?”

“How many? W-What happened outside? A-Are the wasps..gone?”

He nodded against your neck, “It was a hard fight. But we won. They will not be back.” The hand on your shoulder tightened, “I will ensure they do not try again.”

“Emmet.” Ingo sighed, “..Unfortunately he is correct. The combat was..difficult.” You could feel his scowl deepen, “There were many more outside than in. The initial attack was likely a scouting run, to test our strength I assume. Once they learned we were much stronger they took off into the waiting swarm outside. It’s possible they were hoping to get rid of us to take the subway and expand their territory-”

“Ingo.” He paused as you shuffled, nuzzling out of Emmet's shoulder to his chest, “How many.”

He was quiet. His heart thrummed against your cheek, carapice rising in a slow sigh, “....Enough. I…do not recommend going outside until the…mess..is cleaned up.” Claws tangled into your hair as you sagged into him, “I am..so sorry, my Queen..they fought admirably despite the odds, but in the end there were too many lost.”

You wanted to cry again despite not having it in you to. So many had been lost, so many more than in the station. And now they were just going to be swept away and disposed of like they were nothing just like them. You hiccuped softly into his shirt, a few stray tears soaking the torn fabric.

“I do not see what the problem is.”

You flinched into Ingo’s chest, hiding from his twin’s sharp comment. The claws in your hair tightened.

“They are just drones. They can be replaced.” Emmet nudged closer with his mandibles nipping at your ear, “If you so desire, my Queen, we can give you so many more. Hundreds, even, if you would like-”

“Emmet,” Ingo nudged his brother in the ribs, knocking his chin off your shoulder, “Our Queen is grieving. Many were lost today, the ones in the station are merely the start.” He leaned in, most likely shoving his face into his brother’s judging from Emmet suddenly jolting back, “Let her recover before being indecent. This is not the time for repopulation.”

You pulled on his jacket before he could get violent, “I-Ingo..it’s alright..” You leaned off his chest to wipe your eyes, “I kn-Know they’re just drones,” You could hear Emmet start to comment but held up your hand, “b-but they are my drones. T-They went out there and d-died for us. F-For me.” You sniffed, “I-I was the one they wanted…”

Ingo stiffened sharply, “What.”

“T-There was a wasp that ran after me,” You started, “She must have taken the chance while the rest of them were busy. She tackled me and rambled a-about taking the hive..a-and killing me..” You trailed off, voice getting lower as you finished.

“I am Emmet.” The other King pressed close again, his chest against your back and effectively smushing you back up against his twin, “And I destroyed that pest before it even had a chance. Nothing is left. Unless you count the broken carapice under your feet a bug.” He giggled at his last comment, seemingly overjoyed at his violence.

If you hadn’t been here for so long you might have been worried about it. Thankfully, you were used to their lack of concern for ‘lesser’ hybrids.

The tension in Ingo’s shoulders slowly dropped, “So, it was true. They wanted the hive. And to do so, they wanted to…remove you..” A sigh of relief pressed his chest to your cheek as you hummed in agreement, “I am grateful they were unable to do so. Thank you, Emmet,” One of his hands left your waist to lightly pop against his brother, “For not being distracted long enough to keep her safe.”

You could feel the leer said King directed at his twin, the light snort you made likely making him even more upset.

“I am Emmet and I am insulted.”

“You should be.”

“I do not get distracted.”

“You get distracted.”

“I do not!”

“Okay!” Your snickering pulled their attention away from each other, “Okay that’s enough, don’t bully each other.” You shoved lightly against Ingo’s chest, pushing Emmet back as well, “You both act like kids sometimes.”

“I am Emmet and I am not a larva. I am a King.” He nuzzled into the back of your neck, “Your king. Only yours.”

“My King,” You agreed, reaching back to ruffle the fluff at the back of his head, “My Kings.” You added as Ingo nestled himself into your space, pressing a kiss to his fluffy cheek.

As you stepped back from Ingo, intending to give Emmet more affection, he grunted. The fluff pulled away from your hand as he suddenly pulled away and out of your reach. Surprised, you turned around, “Emmet?”

The smile on his face was tight, mandibles baring just slightly. He’d hunched forwards into himself, still keeping his focus onto you but less intentionally, as if he was distracted. His wings buzzed, jittering, “I-I am Emmet. I am fine. I am fine.” He pressed as his primary hands reached out again, “I-I am-”

Immediately he cringed. The secondary hands around his waist snapped tighter and crumpled his once more or less clean dress shirt to his stomach as his primary hands grabbed his second’s wrists, a sharp groan gritting between his mandibles as he looked down at himself.

For the first time, you were able to truly see the steadily darkening green spreading across his abdomen.

“Emmet!?” You jumped away from Ingo and grabbed for him, “Emmet what happened!? You’re hurt!?” You fretted, hands floating and unsure where or if you even should touch him.

“I am Emmet, yes.” He had the gall to laugh at your sharp glare, voice light, “It is nothing. A graze, at best. One of them tried to stab me. He missed.” Again his snickering turned dark, “He also missed his arm when I let him go.”

You frowned, “This doesn’t look like a graze Emmet. It’s soaking through your shirt, for fuck’s sake!” You touched his secondary arm, scowling as his wince, “See! You’re lying to me! It is worse isn’t it?”

“...Maybe it was more than a graze.” His snarky grin withered into guilt, glancing away from your accusing glare.

Ingo sighed, walking up to his brother, “It was another wasp. He’d been attacked by two of them at once, one of them missed. The other did not.” Emmet hissed as Ingo pulled his jacket out to show you the hole punctured through the back, “It is mostly harmless, my Queen. He will live. The royal jelly gave us immunity from most poisons, or at least a resistance. Had he not, he would have likely ended up worse off.”

“Regardless. It is fixable. I can be healed, my Queen.” Emmet stepped to the side, edging closer to his brother, “Ingo wanted to see if you were safe, and you are.” The exasperated look he received said otherwise, “Everything is fine now. The hive is safe and the wasps will not return.” He turned to leave, “Ingo-”

He stumbled as you grabbed his arm, “No.” When he turned to face you, grin twisting adorably into confusion, you shoved at his chest. Immediately he tripped over the end of one of the many mattresses and flopped onto it, “Sit down.” You smiled at his surprised wide eyed stare as he lay on his back, “I’m going to help you.”

“M-My Queen, please, we can manage ourselves.” Ingo was turning a beautiful shade of orange despite his protests, hands up to placate you, “You don’t have to concern yourself with this, we can find salves and bandages on our own. You have been through enough stress for today.”

But you gently nudge away the hands he tried to set on your shoulders, “No, I want to.” You smile, turning to face him, “It’s the least I can do for my big strong Kings who pretty much fought a war for me.” You coo as you rubbed at his hard chest, “Surely you’ll let me have that~.”

“O-Of course, M-My Queen!” The blush deepened and even spread all the way up to his antenna as he scrabbled to grab his cap and pull it over his eyes, “W-Whatever you wish for! I-I can go get something to patch him up-”

“Nope! You too.” You snatched him by the lapels of his coat and yanked him over onto the bed alongside his brother, “Both of you are going to sit there and let me fix you up

Emmet had shot into sitting on the bed, his constant grin even bigger with a blush of his own. He giggled as Ingo lay stunned next to him, “Our Queen is quite persistent, I see.” He laughed outright when his brother covered his face with his hands. 

“Alright off with the shirts and jackets you two. Let me see.”

As both brothers slowly undressed–Emmet was much quicker, tossing his jacket aside whereas Ingo hesitantly unbuttoned his shirt–you studied them both. Scratches were prevalent around any rip in the cloth, most collecting around their chests for their vitals, though each had some specific injuries. 

For Ingo a particularly deep scratch raked up his side and disappeared under his secondary arm; though it drew your concern and a light glare from his omission of it–which was met with his own sheepish glance away–it seemed to be mostly superficial. No blood seeped from it, which was likely how you’d missed it and why he never commented. The worst was a crack along his collar bone, where the deeper tissue was exposed as he turned his head. Nothing terrible, but nothing great.

Emmet was your biggest concern. You knew he’d been stabbed but you hadn’t seen it for yourself. His greenish blood seeped between his fingers in a steady thick stream, carapice shattered around a literal hole in his side. The cracks split his shell like a fractured window around the wound, splinters sticking out like barbs. It was the single worst injury he had on him, anything else was just light scratches or cracks.

How had he not collapsed immediately was what surprised you more, “Emmet, I’m not sure if I should be concerned or impressed that you haven’t been in complete agony this whole time if it looks like that.” You gestured towards the current hole in his side.

“Do not worry.” He smiled innocently, “It hurts very much. I might die.”

“If you had been a drone you would be correct. But given I know from experience, I would say otherwise.” Ingo gestured to himself before addressing you, “It may seem threatening but I assure you it is not as bad as it looks. I fretted over him myself yet the injury seems to have missed anything important. So no, he will not die.” He gave a sharp look towards his brother, who swiftly ignored it in favor of smiling up at you, “From anything other than lack of attention.”

You sighed, relieved, while also shaking your head, “Good. The last thing I want is for you two to get worse. Stay there while I go get something for the both of you.” You turned away from the bed, intent on scrounging some kind of bandages from one of the Depot Agents.

Immediately you were yanked into bed with them, “Nope~!” Emmet held you close to his chest as he chirped into your ear, “I haven’t had enough of our Queen yet! I was outside for so long, darrling! I fought so hard for you and you have not rewarded me for it yet!” You could feel him pouting even as he kissed behind your ear, “I am Emmet and I want to be with my Queen!”

Ingo balked beside you, “E-Emmet! Don’t just pull our queen like that! You could hurt her!”

“Hm, but I did not.” His brother was far less concerned, happily wiggling your compliant and giggling self about in his hold, “See? She is happy with me. She likes being held like this!” He swayed with you, careful of his side, “I am certain she will say the same.” 

You would have, the words already on your tongue before Ingo frantically cut in, “Still be careful, she is fragile compared to you!”

“Hm, not very fragile.” The smugness in his smile pressed into your cheek before he faced his brother, “Don’t you remember, dear brother? She wasn’t very fragile at all when you bent her in half to stuff her full of your clutch-”

“Emmet I said not to be vulgar-!”

You finally snorted loud enough to interrupt them both, “Alright, alright!” You laughed, “I’ll stay here with you. But just for a while, okay? I’m serious, I want to help you two first so don’t get too comfortable. I don’t want you to get infected or something.”

Emmet just hummed smugly, “I am Emmet and I cannot get sick. I am not human.”

You nudged his side gently, “You’re part human and can most definitely get sick. Or at least get something nasty that won’t let you heal properly because I’m sure that this,” He audibly grunted as you prodded the injury, “Hurts like Hell. You don’t want it to get worse or stay bleeding forever.”

Though he pouted, he relented, “Okay. Whatever you wish for, my Queen.”

Ingo was strangely silent while his brother snuggled nice and close to you. Smushed up against him as you were, it took a moment to wriggle enough to turn your head towards the elder king, who sat less than a foot away from you both. The concern was still in his expression, a nice orange blush fading across his cheeks, but his honeycomb eyes were softer, sadder as he watched you be smothered by his twin with his hands curled into fists at his sides.

You wriggled out your arm, reaching for him, “You too Ingo. I want both of you.” You smiled at the hopeful light in his eyes, “You both deserve this.”

Ingo was more hesitant than his brother, slowly edging across the bed to merge with the two of you. An arm slipped around your waist, another carefully wrapping around your back with his brother’s as he included himself in your cuddling. He pressed in close, effectively smushing you between them.

“....Thank you, (Y/N).” Soft fluff nuzzled against your temple, “I would not know what to do with myself if you had been hurt.���

“I am Emmet.” Emmet hummed, pressing fluttering bee kisses to your cheek and jaw, “And I would destroy a thousand hives for you. Nothing would stand in my path.”

Antenna trailed down your cheek, “My Queen. My sun and moon.” Ingo kissed along the tickling path, “My dearest delight.”

Mandibles nipped at the column of your throat, “Sweet thing. Softest rose.” Emmet traced back up your jaw, tongue just barely lapping at the edge of your mouth, “Delicious honeypot~.”

You could only giggle, hands tangling in their fluffy hair, “My Kings.” You hummed, content to be wrapped up in their arms with wings abuzz gently behind them. Fixing them up could wait a moment.

They were bee hybrids. Horrifying monstrosities of man and insect, of which few knew how such a union occurred. They were feared and revered alike, both for their combined engineering and for their terrifying might. Most would be afraid. Many would stay far away and run.

But you did not. Because they were your bees. And you were their Queen.

[smallestapplin]

A late reblog, as I’m very proud of this-

Can I touch them?

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This is based off a conversation me and Zed from @onestepbackwards had about @r0-boat beemas au.

🔞18+Only! Mdni! Proshippers DNI!🔞

Cw : wing play. Reader is GN

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Being in the hive was a dream come true, yet despite how loving and accepting your mates are, you had one question.

Their wings seem sturdy yet fragile, could you touch them?

Their cellophane like wings always shine so brightly, casting beautiful colors when the light hits them just right.

Or how they flutter and buzz happily.

Your attention is always drawn to them, how they shine is always mesmerizing. None of the bee hybrids have noticed yet, only seeing their sweet royal and getting excited.

Currently you were walking with one of your drone mates, Jackie. The man was happily explaining the schedule of the day to you.

But your eyes couldn’t look away from his wings. Jackie was always a bit antsy or gets nervous easily, his wings would give it away, as when he gets nervous his wings twitch.

You walk behind him, eyeing the beautiful colors they make, when you decide what to do.

You speed up your steps a little, just to get right behind him as you carefully place a hand on his back, fingers gently caressing the base of his wings.

His reaction was instant, freezing, body quaking as he lets out an awfully loud whine. Clipboard hitting the ground with a clatter, as Jackie doubles over, kneeling on the ground, panting.

You nearly panic, fretting over the poor drone.

“Oh no! Jackie, sweetie are you okay!? Let’s get you up, can you stand?”

When you see his face though, your mouth snaps shut.

The bee hybrid’s face is completely flushed, eyes glossy and glazed with drool sliding down his chin. Your eyes trail lower, widening at the sight of the bulge pressing against his pants.

“Jackie?” You move you hand lower, trying to place it on his lower back to help him.

“W-wait-!! Mmph! Fuuu-!”

You jerk your hand back, looking at the downed drone with worry.

He’s heaving, breath coming out an harsh wheezes mingled with soft whines. His wings twitch sporadically as his body falls limp to the ground.

“I’m so sorry!”

You know what you’ve done, but you feel bad for making the poor thing drop like this.

Jackie, however, is loving every second! He had no idea his wings were so sensitive like that! And having you, his sweet royal touch them with such care, he wants more, he craves it.

He doesn’t even know if he can stand, or if he could face you with his likely messy face.

“M’fine! I-it’s…haah…just not feeling well, yeah!”

You pick up his clipboard, trying to hide your obvious staring. Licking your lips at seeing his poor green pants, with a large dark spot where his cock is straining against.

You look around the hallway, seeing that it’s just the two of you, though you’re not sure for how long.

Grabbing his arm, you softly shushing the whimpering drone.

“I got you, let’s get you to someplace you can rest.”

You barely manage to get the shaking man up, before the sound of footsteps echo.

A couple of other, worried looking drones appear, quickly taking Jackie from you and back to the rooms.

“Wait I should-“

“We are so sorry, Royal! But you’re running late, and the kings sent us as they were worried.”

“But Jackie-“

“He will be fine. Please, we are sorry, but come with us.”

Unbeknownst to you though, word got around quickly. All the drones, guards, and workers were beside themselves.

None of them ever thought their wings could be so sensitive! Though, most were jealous Jackie got to experience it from you first.

It took him all day to recover, mind reeling from your soft, warm touches on his delicate wings.

By the time you reached the kings, half the hive knew of what transpired.

However you sit with the kings, after Ingo’s worried scolding of course, the two stand beside you leaning down to point at what needs to be done today, and how to prepare yourself.

But you aren’t focused, not on the rules anyway.

Eyes flickering to the sets of wings, how Ingo’s wings move with him, much like his hands when he talks.

Or how Emmet’s wings give a small flap, buzzing softly in his excitement.

Loving how their glassy wings shimmer in the light.

After what happened with Jackie, you desperately want to touch their wings too! Wondering how they would react, are all their wings as sensitive? Or was it just Jackie?

“Dear?”

You look up to Ingo, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Are you alright?”

Emmet perks up at his brother’s words, leaning down to you.

“Can’t have our sweet royal unwell. Nope!”

They coo over your bashful face, not noticing your hand coming up, not until it was too late.

Emmet tenses, shuddering as you touch his wings. His eyes go wide, his breathing turning shaky feeling you gently rub his wings.

“I’m sorry! It’s just your wings are so pretty, I couldn’t look away.”

Emmet’s face blushing a bright green, his wings trembling at your gentle caresses.

He bites his lip, eyes fluttering back as he leans into you.

“D-darling that’s so-MM! O-oohhh I’m- gonna, fuuuuck!”

Emmet cries, hips humping into the air as a wet spot forms on his white pants. You’re just as surprised as you were with Jackie, but you can’t help but chuckle at the trembling king.

Emmet collapses to the ground, barely holding himself up with the table. He leans against you, pressing his shaky wings more into your hand.

“More! More! Please, again again, I need it!”

His smile quivers with a shriek, drool dripping down his chin. His cocks twitching at your laughter.

“I never thought you’d beg so prettily like this. Such a well behaved king.”

His nails drag across the table as his maw hangs open. His spit hanging and coating his chin and coat, but he doesn’t care! He just needs more, he needs it! Wants it!

A softer whimper catches your attention, making you look over to your other king, who’s pouting.

Ingo has his hands crossed in front of him, hiding his throbbing cocks from your view. His face bright green, and silver eyes refusing to meet yours. Hard from all his thoughts if you doing that to him! He wants your attention, your touch, it’s not fair!

“My royal…please?”

The older king flares his wings out a little, silently asking for you to touch him too. You smirk at his shy he so about it.

Emmet whimpers as your hand slows, nearly shocking you with how he throws himself back at him.

“No! No! M’sooo close! Please I want it, milk me!”

Both their antennae’s twitch, smelling the air and smelling just how aroused you are from seeing them fall apart like this.

You pat Emmet’s head, trying to sooth him before you focus on Ingo.

“Use your words, honeybee. What do you want.”

His face darkens, whimpering at your order.

“Please, please touch me. I want you to touch me too! I want you too…I-I’ll be good! I promise!”

You raise a hand, gesturing for him to sit by your legs, which he’s quick to do, nearly tripping as he does so. His back facing you while he sits at your feet, wings up and out for you to hold.

“Such good pets for me!”

You coo at your trembling lovers.

Ingo waits with baited breath for your touch, jumping once your hand slides from the base of his glossy wing down to the end, and back up again.

He can’t stop the squeal that rips from his throat, his back arching as he cries out from your touch.

You can’t help but smirk at having both of these large bee hybrids at your feet, both squirming and creaming their pants.

You’ve never has them this loud.

“Oh! Haaa! Royal! S-so good, so goodsogoodsogood-!” Ingo squeals, eyes squeezed shut. Body twisting and squirming.

Quickly growing addicted to the feeling.

“M-m‘sensitiiiive! Cumming! I’m cummiiiing!!” Emmet wails, painting his pants once again with his cum.

You tugging and caressing his wings is too much!

They want more! For this to never end!

And by the end of it all, the entire hive wants you to make them cum over and over again from their wings alone.

[griffinsgate]

I drew some bee!Emmet! I have been deep diving into the beegearstation au and love it so much. I think you can tell who my favorite is though. 😅

Special thanks to @bellafragolina and @r0-boat for the motivation :>

[outoutdamnspark]

Sjsnsnbsbsns @r0-boat ??

What???

H E L L O ??!!!

[r0-boat]

Question about the Bee Gear Station AU:

Do all the bee hybrids have a lifespan identical to humans, or do they have differing lifespans depending on their rank at the station?

I’m a sucker for angst and tragedy, so I’d like to know if I can check “Watching loved ones grow old and die” off the bingo card.

Yes! Yes👏yes👏yes👏yes👏yes!

This!! The only thing I would change is that the bee hybrid living the longer lives.

The workers would be Heartbroken while the kings would work tirelessly to find a way to extend your life, even if it's through more nefarious ways, and the workers would help them, without the Royal's knowledge who would not be supportive.

Gearstation hive enters its villain arc.

[mikovwrites]

SubMas: BeeGearStation AU with Wasp Queen Reader

This fanfic is inspired by @r0-boat and @onestepbackwards 's ideas of SubMas's BeeGearStation AU. Their blogs are full of delicious ideas and writings. Please check them out!

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Summary:

You are a Wasp Queen reigning in a wasp colony of all-female workers. Having been reigning for several years, you have created a prosperous colony life for your workers. However, you noticed a problem that arises in your colony: every few months, several of your workers fail to do their tasks properly. At first, you thought that it was because you are too strict with them, but it was actually because they are h0rni. This problem had been worrying your mind until you heard about a certain new bee colony that has all-male drones.

Chapter 1.

Imagine you (the reader) being a wasp hybrid instead of a human. You have your own colony nest with your workers (all female, so no drones). Your colony is prosperous under your rule as the sole Queen. However, you noticed that some of your workers become somewhat lethargic at least once every few months. You thought that it was because of your discipline and strict laws within the colony, but it was not! It's because your workers are h0rni for their need to mate with a male! Also, your colony is slowly dying due to no birth given. Oh, how scandalous!! You need to think of a way to maintain your colony so that it would thrive.

One day, while doing your work as the Queen, you heard one of your workers talking about an all-male bee colony that has two Kings ruling it, and they are all drones (all males, so no workers. You now have the solution for your problem and are determined to find a way to solve this problem. You have prepared all that is essential for the trip to the next-door colony and also the proposal. All that is left is for you to go there and talk with their Kings, but you can't. The problem is that wasps and bees are not known for being friendly to each other. So you think of a different way: you try to bring more delectable gifts for the Kings and a letter of proposal. You and some of your workers proudly and confidently marched to the bee colony. Alas, you are stopped at the entrance as those poor and clueless bees run away from you to report straight to their Kings. You, as the Queen, stand tall (albeit nervous) to see the Kings. They don't seem to be pleased by your arrival.

You decide to give them the written proposal to the Kings, hoping they would understand that you and your colony mean no harm. One of them is reading it carefully, while the other keeps his stern eyes on you. After reading your proposal, they seemed to be shocked and shot you a confused look, but you didn't notice their slightly giddy stance. You stayed calm and explained once again that your arrival means no harm to their colony, and present them with the gifts you brought for them. Finally, they let you in and you three are now seated in their meeting rooms, while your workers stood outside the bee colony, being endlessly scrutinized by the drones.

The Kings and you decided to discuss more your proposal, and they asked for a lot of details. They said that your gifts are not to their liking. You told them that you can find more suitable ones for them. They declined and said that they want something else. Something... valuable. They want you as their new Queen. You told them that you can't just leave your colony. How are they going to survive without their Queen? Finally, all three of you came to a win-win solution. You would stay a few nights to mate with them, and also some of your workers would mate with some of their drones. Once you are bearing their eggs, you would give some of your eggs to them and some for your own. The deal is sealed and you (and your workers) did the do.

A few weeks later, you noticed that the contract that you have agreed to have something else written on it, something that you did not notice in your nervous state before.

“The bearer of the eggs would permanently become the Bee’s Queen should she stays more than a week in our colony unless she wants her workers to be harmed.”

Your head spins and your try to regain your composure, and stomped your way to the Kings’ room, only to be greeted with their wicked smile. They sauntered their way to you and whispered, “You should have read the contract more carefully next time, Queen.”.

[onestepbackwards]

What’s All the Buzz About? Pt. 2

Hello I am back again with part 2 of my Bee Hybird Submas fic (❁´◡`❁) The fic is inspired by @r0-boat‘s BeeGearStation Au! Please go check out her work, it’s really fun and amazing to read! The designs for the hybrids were heavily inspired by @antidotesprout! Please go check them out as well! Their art is truly amazing! I struggled a bit with this chapter, I will not lie. I apologize if it feels a teeny bit off. It felt like I was a bit everywhere with this one. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy the chapter! Summary: After an unfortunate cave in, you find out the subway tunnels you were trapped in were actually now part of a Bee Hybrid hive. Thankfully, one of the twin Kings have offered to take care of you until you recover! Though you were thankful for the help, you can’t help but be a bit nervous at what you might encounter... CW: Leg injury, minor anxiety attack, spiraling dark thoughts, mentions of a cave in, mentions or coercion, bee hybrids, Hybrid!Submas, King Bee Emmet, King Bee Ingo, Word Count: 6744 words! >Previous: Link >Next: Link ------

Your day has gone from bad, to horrible, to damn near unbelievable. From being coerced into going ‘exploring’ with your boss and coworkers, to being stuck and injured in the subway tunnels from a cave in thanks to said boss and coworkers, then to being found by a King bee hybrid. You didn’t even think King bees existed, let alone hybrid ones. And now? You were being carried bridal style by said King bee hybrid, who happily hummed as he strolled through the tunnels, carrying you to his hive. He had offered to help you rest and recover, assuring you no harm would come to you in his care. Seeing as your leg was completely out of commission, you had no idea where you were in the tunnels, and you were terribly exhausted, you decided to take him up on his offer. ...Not like you had much of a choice. But, he seemed genuine and kind, and you were just so done with everything. You needed a break. Even if it meant being taken to a live hive full of bees, as long as you got some food and sleep, you’d take it at this point. Even if it was a bit odd. Emmet had insisted on carrying you, and you were a bit hesitant at first. However, your leg was in no shape to continue having pressure, so you accepted his offer. He had even insisted on walking instead of flying, worried he might jostle your leg if he flew through the tunnels. You were a little touched he, a complete stranger, seemed to care so much. If you were being honest, you were also a bit mystified by the man, you couldn’t help but look him over. He was tall, taller than any human you had ever seen. No doubt he was easily over 7 feet. The way he held you in his arms made you feel especially small. He also wore a uniform of sorts. It was a white uniform, though he wore a golden tie, and his coat had gold patterns on the sleeves and along the middle. You couldn’t help but think it looked good on him. For some reason, it really fit him, though you couldn’t explain why. …And you may or may not have found it adorable how his antennae fit through the brim of his white hat, twitching every now and again. “See something you like?” He suddenly asked, jogging you out of your thoughts. His eyes playfully glinted as they stared back at your own. You could feel your face heat up, knowing you had been caught staring. His smile seemed to grow almost smug at your blush, and his antennae twitched. “I… Was looking at your uniform. Sorry.” you quickly apologized. Emmet only seemed amused. Your face burned hotter as he continued to stare. Thankfully, he decided to give you a break, and you felt him shift you ever so slightly. “Do you like it? My uniform? It is inspired by the role of the subway boss that this city used to have!” He excitedly gushed to you, trying to show off his outfit. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “It looks nice on you. Did you make it?” You asked, trying to make small talk, and feeling more comfortable, seeing how happy he was. Emmet’s smile brightened, and you couldn’t help but think his smile looked good on him. “No, but I had commissioned a friend of the hive to make it for my brother and myself! Through trade, they even made extra Depot Agent uniforms for the drones!” He explained. You blinked. “...So the whole hive is themed like the subway?” You asked, a bit surprised. Emmet nodded excitedly.

“Yup yup! The drones were quite taken with the uniforms! After the Queen died, we had more freedom to do as we wished, dress as we wished.” You were still a bit surprised. You hadn’t heard of insect hybrid colonies or hives doing this, but it was kind of a cute visual, if you were being honest. Though you couldn’t help but wonder a bit at what he said. Just when had their Queen died? Had he not always been a King? How did that even work? You didn’t think hives even had King bees. Then there was the fact he didn’t exactly seem pleased when he talked about his former Queen. You couldn’t help but wonder if their reign hadn’t been a peaceful one. Were they strict? Overbearing maybe? Or maybe even worse in ways you didn’t want to imagine. As much as you wanted to ask, you wondered if it would be rude to do so, especially seeing as he was one of the current Kings. That was another thing you were curious about. You knew hives usually only had one Queen. From you could remember, you know that regular hives could sometimes have two Queens, but this wasn’t a regular bee hive. Could hybrid hives even have multiple royals? Perhaps it wasn’t impossible. As you thought this, you nearly missed the large door covered in wax that Emmet carried you through. It was such a shock, you nearly blanked out from the large area. Everything was covered in wax and combs. There were bee hybrids everywhere you looked! Some were flying throughout the room, others were on the walls, others were milling about on the floor, heading to one place or another. Some bees were even chatting with each other, and checking on papers or clip boards. 

This definitely explained all the buzzing you had been hearing, and the drones digging tunnels into the walls was the rumbling, you assumed. True to Emmet’s word earlier, the bees all seemed to be wearing variations of the Depot Agent uniforms that the station used to have. Despite what some might call as chaos, you couldn’t help but find it all finely organized. If you were being honest with yourself, you were in awe at what you were seeing. Chances were, you were one of the few humans that ever even got to step foot in a hybrid hive, let alone this hive in particular. “Impressed?” Emmet’s voice once again shocked you out of your thoughts. His eyes seemed to almost light up as he watched you take in the hive. “It’s… Wow! I haven’t seen anything like this before. It’s so cool!” You spoke quietly, still amazed at the sights of the hive. Emmet couldn’t help but feel his antennae twitch at your words and expression, and his body straightened up with pride. It was a step forward! After all, how could you rule a hive, if you didn’t even like how it looked? That, and the fact that the cute human he found liked his home! You were impressed with what you saw so far, and this was only a small part of the whole structure! Not to mention, you didn’t seem freaked out in the slightest. He had to hold back his wings from buzzing in excitement. It was no secret amongst insect hybrids that they were not well liked among human kind. He had heard all sorts of things from other hybrids, and even from some humans himself. It wasn’t exactly fun being called or referred to as a ‘creepy crawly hybrid’, either. Most humans stayed clear of his kind, and his kind likewise did the same. Sure, there was the little hiccup when you first saw him, but it was now obvious it was from your situation, and your nerves. You seemed un-bothered about his and the drones’ appearances now that you were a bit more calm! Yes, this was already going a lot smoother than he had originally aimed for. Meanwhile, as Emmet carried you further into the hive, you couldn’t help but shift a bit in Emmet’s hold every now and then. Every time you passed a bee, if they weren’t busy, they’d see you in the King’s grip, and stare. Some seemed confused, Some seemed suspicious, others almost looked as awed as you felt. But much to Emmet’s word, they did nothing to you. They didn’t even stop the King hybrid as he merrily carried you along. The stares made you a bit uneasy. Just what would have happened if Emmet had not come across you? Would they have attacked on sight? Or had given you directions out of the tunnels? You couldn’t help but think of the ‘what ifs’, and just how close you could have possibly been to death. This didn’t go unnoticed by Emmet. You didn’t seem bothered by the drones themselves, but you seemed a bit skittish when they openly stared at you both. He supposed he couldn’t blame you. You were in a very vulnerable state. Though it made him feel a bit sad you felt this way. But no matter! Himself and Ingo could get the hive used to you in no time. He was sure with a little bit of kindness, and a bit of a push, you would grow comfortable with his drones as well! After all, he really didn’t want you scared of the other bees, especially when you seemed so interested in them. Truly, as long as himself and Ingo said so, the drones would never lift a finger towards you. He had to make you comfortable. Though that left another thing lingering in Emmet’s mind. No doubt Ingo wouldn’t be pleased with him bringing a random human into the hive without consulting him first. Emmet was sure Ingo would listen to reason when he heard your story, and saw you were injured. His older twin may be wary of humans, but he had always been curious of them, and a big softie to boot, despite his strict face. Ingo also didn’t like turning people away who needed help, unless it hurt the hive. But how to get Ingo on his side for his grand plan? How to convince him? As he went over his minor mental dilemma, you could only admire the hive as Emmet crossed the giant area, taking you into a large hallway. The few bees in the area quickly moved out of his way. Although many had their eyes on you, they still took time to greet the King. Some offered a small wave or smile, others gave a brief bow. It made you critically aware of just how casually you had been treating someone considered royalty this whole time. He didn’t seem upset or anything, from what you could tell. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Have you done anything offensive that you were unaware of? You don’t think you’ve done or said anything, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit weird about it. “Um… Mr. Emmet…” You spoke up gently. His eyes landed back on you. “Yes? You may just refer to me as Emmet.” He told you. Despite the assurance, you could help but still be a bit nervous. “About that… Should I be referring to you with a royal title as well? I don’t want to offend you…” You spoke, unsure about the situation. He was being kind enough to let you stay and heal, you didn’t want him upset. At your question, he seemed to stop for a moment and think. “No. You are not a drone, you are a guest of the hive. Emmet is just fine.” He told you, though. “But thank you for asking!” You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn’t offended him, and you had permission to just refer to him as his name. An odd thing to have been hung up on, but you couldn’t afford to piss a King off, you figure. Before you could dwell more on it, Emmet turned a corner, and entered a rather large room. Like the hall and the large room from before, it was covered in wax, and had several dozen honeycombs littering the walls. There were several drones flying around, checking on the combs, or milling about. A few drones were even on the beds, some hidden behind curtains, others being checked on by other drones. The room itself had several beds across the room, and you easily figured this must be an infirmary of sorts. As Emmet walked in, almost all eyes were on the King and you. You fought the urge to squirm in his hold as he carried you to the corner of the room. A few drones moved out of his way, and he gently placed you down on a very soft cot of sorts. “Give me just a moment, please.” He told you, and ushered a few drones over, and walked a bit of ways away to speak to them. You sat on the elevated bed, looking around the room, though it was a little hard to do so. The bed Emmet had chosen for you had a curtain around the side of it, so you took in what you could. The drones especially had caught your attention, not just the ones talking to Emmet. The King hadn’t been kidding about a subway theme for the hive. Almost all the drones walking and flying around were wearing the green Depot Agent uniform that the official subway used in the heart of Nimbasa city. They each had 2 sets of arms, one through the regular sleeves, and a pair of arms just under the other pair, ripped through the uniform. An odd detail you also noticed. The King only seemed to have one pair of arms. You supposed that was normal? Though you didn’t know enough about King bee anatomy to dispute it. You couldn’t help but also notice little details about the drones. They all looked very similar at a glance, sure, but they each had their own unique little traits. From height, weight, muscle (did bees have muscles???), wings, and even fuzz and face details. They looked so cool. You couldn’t help but find them interesting to watch. You were already a bit of a people watcher, so getting to watch hybrid bee drones move around and work like this was fascinating to you. But you also didn’t want to just stare at them. Was that rude? Probably. Though it’s not like you had anything else you could do. It was the only thing capturing your attention, and distracting you a bit from the increasing pain your leg was in. Emmet was too far away for you to hear what he was saying to the drones, though you did see some salute him, and run out of the infirmary. He seemed to then instruct another set of bees, occasionally gesturing to you. Whatever he was saying seemed to catch them by surprise, though he had their utmost attention. Some even had clipboards, and were furiously writing down notes, occasionally glancing your way, then back at the King. You weren’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. Before you could dwell on it further, Emmet quickly returned to your side with several of the drones he had been talking with. He seemed excited, along with the bees, who all seemed eager to see you.

“Excellent news! I have some drones on standby learning more about human anatomy to help you heal comfortably. As they go over the information, the hive’s medics will be looking over you to the best of their ability. Will that be alright with you?” He asked, looking over at you expectantly. 

You blinked, trying to process what he just said for a moment. That… Was already a lot. You just expected maybe to have a bed and wait for the break to heal so you could leave, maybe get it rebroken at an ER so it could heal properly. This was going above and beyond what you expected them to do for you. They waited for you to answer patiently, and you finally nodded your head. “I… Okay. That will be alright.” Perhaps you should have given it more thought, but the bees were already moving after you gave them the okay. Still, thoughts couldn’t help but flow through your mind. Should you have agreed? When will you be better? When would you be able to go home? You felt the exhaustion hit you when you thought about everything going on in your life, now that you had ended up trapped. Did your boss call anyone? What about your coworkers? Had they left you in that tunnel to die? Have they even alerted the police you had been left behind, probably injured and alone? Did they even think you were alive?

…Did they even care? Would you end up just a passing thought? Would your boss cover up your disappearance?

Would your family even be informed?

You could feel your mind quickly beginning to spiral as you really began to think about everything. 

Your breathing was picking up, and your vision was beginning to blur. Faintly, you could feel yourself beginning to sweat. Just out of your vision, you were barely aware of the drones moving around you, until you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. The touch startled you, and you looked up. Emmet was looking at you, and the smile you had gotten used to seeing on his face was nowhere to be seen. “Are you alright?” He asked, clearly concerned. 

You had begun to smell… Off. Nor had you looked completely there. When you had started shaking and breathing quickly, he was quick to worry. What was wrong? Was this a human thing? Was it the shock wearing off? 

Different questions ran through his mind, and his wings twitched with worry. When you turned to look up at him, he felt his breath catch. The way you looked at him made you seem so vulnerable. It really hit him in that moment, just how much you must be going through. He couldn’t say if it was physical pain, mental pain, or a mixture of everything, but you were trying so hard not to break. You took a moment to stare at him, before reaching up, and rubbing the tears that threatened to fall away. His presence had luckily snapped you out of it before you fell in too deep. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. Just… overwhelmed. Sorry ‘bout that.” You mumbled, looking away from him, a bit embarrassed. Emmet thought to himself for a moment. He really couldn’t imagine what you must be feeling, or what you are going through. Emmet had no idea what kind of life you lived, especially since he had just met you about an hour ago. There was a slight peace in his mind, knowing this was probably just stress in general, not fear from his hive. But he would not lie. He was worried about you. The stress you were under must be immense. 

Internally, he went over what you may need in his head. First, you needed medical aid, which his drones were already working on. He had already sent several to grab some human medical aid supplies that he knew had been left behind when the subway was abandoned. After that, you probably needed rest, first and foremost. That, and food and water, something he had sent several other drones on a mission to find. If he recalled correctly, humans could eat a lot of things, including fruit. Some fruit, added with some of their honey, and you should be feeling better in no time! But first, you needed medical attention and rest. 

Perhaps he should move you to a separate room? You’ll probably feel more at ease, with less curious eyes on you. Just as he opened his mouth to ask if you’d like that, the doors to the infirmary burst open. “EMMET!” Emmet winced. You meanwhile, jumped at the sudden loud noise. When you faced the direction of the doors, you were surprised to see another bee hybrid the size of Emmet turn the corner. “Emmet, just what do you think you are-” He said, beginning to lecture the other hybrid, only to pause when he saw you past the curtains. You shied back a bit from his intense gaze. The hybrid stared at you for a moment, mouth agape as he looked you over. His eyes landed on your injured leg, before he glanced back at you, and then back to Emmet. As he did so, you got a good look at him. This must be Emmet’s twin brother. Emmet hadn’t specified how he had a twin, only mentioning to you in the tunnels he was one of the twin Kings of the hive. And they certainly looked like it, as they stood side by side. Where Emmet’s coat was white and gold, his brother’s was black and gold. Even his trousers were black, along with his little hat, which also had a gold trim above the rim. Other than that, the only physical difference was the frown on his brother’s face, where Emmet still had a smile. Though you could tell the smile was now a nervous one. Those two were nearly identical. 

You fought back the heat rising in your cheeks as he stared at you. 

He was just as pretty as his brother. A beat passed, and Emmet tried to speak up.

“Ingo-” Ingo(?) quickly turned to Emmet, before casting one more glance at you, then pulling his brother away from the bed you were on. You could only hope you weren’t getting Emmet in trouble by being here… Emmet however, was more or less expecting this to happen, just not as soon as it did. Ingo pulled him into the corner of the infirmary, making sure you were out of sight and hearing range, before his brother’s eyes were on him. “I can explain-” Emmet began, before Ingo crossed his arms, wings twitching in irritation. “Yes, please do. Why did you think it would be a good idea to bring a human into the hive, without consulting anyone first?” Despite how upset his brother seemed, Emmet held himself back from sighing in relief. He could read his twin better than anyone. Ingo was upset, sure, but also incredibly curious. No doubt after seeing your injury, he had an idea what had happened, but wanted to hear it from Emmet himself. Emmet took a deep breath, before explaining. “I was in the tunnels north of here, going over the expansion progress from our workers. I had been flying back, when I saw the human limping in the dark at the first diverging set of tracks.” He began, and he had Ingo’s immediate attention. “From the split tracks? So they came in from the poorly sealed entrance that had been broken into a few years ago? Isn’t that still unstable?” Ingo asked, his tone growing worried. Emmet nodded in confirmation. “Yes. Apparently, they came down here because they were made to by their boss and his drones. From what I could gather, somehow the entrance caved in, and the human’s leg was crushed, and they were left behind.” Ingo’s eyes widened, and he glanced back in the direction of the cot you were sitting on, before landing back on Emmet. “And they walked all the way to the crossroads? With a broken leg?” Emmet grinned at Ingo’s awestruck expression. “Nope! They walked even further.” Ingo looked at him in disbelief. “I followed them for a while, unaware that they had been injured. I was curious as to why they were down here, and if they were here for the hive. I had concluded they were actually injured, and approached them about 30 minutes out from the north lobby.” Emmet’s hands raised as he tried to explain what happened, his wings and antennae twitching as he did so. “They were startled at first, but seemed surprised, rather than scared to see me. In fact, I think they were rather impressed.” Ingo stared at him for a moment. “So they weren’t scared of you, an insect hybrid?” Emmet shook his head, his grin growing. “Nope. They seemed surprised to see me, but did not fear me!”

It was mostly the truth. Sure, he did scare you, but that was more situational than his hybrid status.

What Ingo didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Ingo had an odd look on his face, and raised a hand to his chin as he continued to think. “So, I offered them help. They were alone, and were about to walk into the hive anyways. They are injured, and are no threat.” Emmet assured Ingo, though continued to speak. “I apologize for not informing you first, I-” Emmet began, and Ingo raised his hand, causing Emmet to pause. “I can see where you are coming from now. No apology needed. I apologize instead for yelling at you in front of our guest. I owe them an apology as well, it seems.”

Emmet’s smile widened. He knew it would not take much for Ingo to waver over this!

Though before his brother could walk over to see you, he grabbed Ingo’s sleeve.

“I would like to talk to you momentarily in private, after this.” Ingo looked over Emmet’s expression, trying to glean just what he wanted to talk about, though nodded his head anyway. Judging by Emmet’s tone and face, he was serious. “Okay. Will do.” After that, Emmet let go of Ingo’s jacket, and both walked back over to the bed you were sitting on, talking to a drone with a clipboard. “...No, not particularly. I should be fine eating that.” They heard you say, and the drone eagerly wrote something down. Both you and the drone looked up when both twins arrived. The drone did a small bow in greeting, before continuing to write. Ingo cleared his throat, before tilting his head towards. “Hello, I would like to apologize for my earlier outburst. I had not been made aware of the situation. I hope you can forgive me for startling you.” Ingo said, putting a hand to his chest, and doing a small bow. Ingo felt a bit embarrassed that he had yelled and intimidated you. If you were truly an injured human who Emmet deemed no threat, then he would treat you like a guest. Both of them dreamed of being good hosts to those who needed it, even if they weren’t going out of their way to have guests. It was something the last Queen hadn’t been, and they wished to change that. What better way than starting with an injured human? You were a bit speechless though, seeing the other King of the hive just come up and apologize to you. “Oh… It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You told him, tilting your head. Emmet had mentioned he would need to let his brother know at some point, though you guessed the drones must have gotten the news to his twin first. Ingo shook his head. “I still yelled without knowing the situation. I apologize for doing so.” Despite the frown on his face, he seemed genuinely upset. It tugged at your heart a little bit. You gave him a small smile. “I accept your apology then. I’m not upset!” The hybrid then gave you a nod, and what looked like a small smile. “I’m glad. Now then, how is everything? What do you need?” He asked, clapping his hands together. You blinked, and looked between the two royals, and then to the drone. “Uh… I’m okay? I was telling the drone here what I can and can’t eat.” The drone next to you nodded, giving a small salute. “Yes! We wanted to be sure there was no risk for any allergies, and if we needed to get anything for specific dietary needs.” It was kind of sweet, and considerate, you thought. You wouldn’t have figured the bee hybrids to be more concerned over your needs than your own fucking job and coworkers. But hey, you were thankful. You weren’t gonna complain. Hell, you were half tempted to thank them on your hands and knees. They could have killed you, or left you to rot, completely lost in the tunnels. Instead, the hive actively wanted to help you so far. 

The Kings, and even the few drones you have met so far all seemed nice. They were all gentle with you, and were making sure you were comfortable before doing anything with you or your leg. The other drones didn’t make you as nervous now, after talking with one of them. From what you could gather, most were genuinely just curious, which was a relief for you. 

Both the Kings looked between you and the drone. “We also have a list of any allergies to be aware of, and the others are currently on their way back with some medical supplies.” The drone piped up again, twirling the pen between his fingers. You nodded. “Yeah. Thank you by the way. I appreciate you all taking the time for that.” You said, making sure to look at all three of them. It wasn’t much, but you at least wanted to vocalize it. The drone smiled brightly, and his wings cutely buzzed behind him. “It’s no problem at all!” Ingo and Emmet nodded at you as well. “Yes, it is no trouble! Thank you for being patient with us as we figure things out. We have not had a human in the hive in over a decade, so forgive us if it takes some time to figure things out.” Ingo said, thanking you instead. You had to hold yourself back from getting a bit flustered. Your emotions were definitely a bit high strung tonight. You felt like your nerves were all over the place. Still, it was a bit nice to be treated so kindly like this. When was the last time anyone had shown you such concern and kindness? Emmet then brought up his hand, and caught your attention. “I was thinking. Would you like a room, instead of the infirmary?” he asked, with a cute tilt of his head. Your eyes widened at the question, and you shook your head, hands waving. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that! I’m just thankful for the help as it is, no need to go out of your way for me! It’s okay, I-” You tried to finish speaking, only for Ingo to speak up. “Nonsense! You are our guest. Let us take care of you!” Emmet nodded, clapping his hands in a familiar fashion to Ingo. “Yup! Yup! It is no problem!” The drone next to you all hummed, and put the end of the pen against his mouth. “It’s true, despite how cluttered it looks, we have the space. There are plenty of empty rooms we have ready on standby for guests. Some were made for future projects that never saw fruition. Others are remnants from the subway system, we just have not found a use for them.” He explained. “Honestly, it would be no issue! Please, allow us to treat you.” Ingo finished, and you felt all their eyes on you, almost eager to please. You had to hold back your jaw from dropping. You… Were not expecting this kind of treatment. Genuinely, you felt like it wasn’t necessary to go above and beyond for you, but you could tell that arguing as such would probably be a losing battle. “Okay. If you insist.” You said, albeit a bit unsure. Ingo clapped his hands one more time, his eyes lighting up. “Bravo! We shall have you healed up in no time!” You were expecting Emmet to come pick you up again, though were surprised when Ingo walked over, and held out his arms. “May I carry you to your destination?” His silver eyes were on you, waiting expectantly. You suddenly felt a bit flustered, but nodded your head. “You may.” Ingo’s wings buzzed for a moment, almost as if he was excited. Then he reached out, gently scooping you up in his arms, being mindful of your injured leg. You let out a small gasp at the action, and held onto his shoulders as he slightly adjusted you to a more comfortable hold. You happen to look up, and meet his eyes again. The silver, just like Emmet's, almost seemed to glow. It nearly took your breath away. Emmet cleared his throat, causing you both to break eye contact, and turned to the drone. “Please have some drones make sure room 15c is ready. We shall depart shortly.” The drone nodded, and immediately scurried off. Emmet turned towards you, and gave you another bright smile. “The room is more or less already set up, for the rare chance we host visitors and merchants from other colonies. It should be ready when we arrive.” You nodded, a bit overwhelmed again. It has been a long day, and it wasn’t even ten pm yet. A part of you wondered if this was all just a fever dream of some sort. Perhaps you were really just at home, and having the most realistic dream of your life. It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t a dream. The pain, the fear from earlier, that was too real of an experience. Still, a part of you could hardly believe the situation you were currently in. Just how many humans got to say they were carried bridal style by two King Bee Hybrids in one night? …Granted, you didn’t think most humans could even say they got stuck in a cave thanks to their coworkers, and nearly stumble upon a hybrid hive either. It had been a long day. You were brought out of your thoughts though, when Ingo and Emmet began walking, taking you back into the hallway from before. They continued down the long hallway, occasionally pointing out things of interest to you. Different drones, a few rooms with food, or honeycombs, some rooms with what looked like a lot of paperwork. It was all fascinating to you. As you admired the different rooms you passed, you failed to notice how the twin’s eyes seemed to almost always be on you.

Ingo nearly couldn’t believe it. He was holding a human! One that wasn’t afraid!

He had seen a few humans before, back when he had been a drone. However, he had never shown himself unless necessary. The few times he had, never really went well. 

They were either terrified, grossed out, or felt they were above him. 

It was enough to make him want to keep his distance. 

He knew not all humans were that way, but the few experiences he had made him want to avoid going out and making contact. Unless it was absolutely necessary, of course.

Which unfortunately, would have had to have been soon, regardless of his feelings.

But then he saw you. 

You piqued his curiosity. 

A human who wasn’t afraid? Who happily chatted with them and the drones?

Not to mention, you were rather easy on the eyes. You were easily one of the most attractive humans he had ever seen He looked at Emmet from the corner of his eye. His twin’s gaze was on you, even as he explained how a room was set up that they had passed. For a brief moment, Emmet’s eyes met his, before going back to you. You had potential. You could be perfect, just what the hive needed. Now it made a bit more sense. Emmet was kind. He would have helped you regardless, unless you had been hostile back in the tunnels. His younger twin didn’t like seeing others suffer. With that broken leg of yours, you definitely needed help, and Emmet wouldn’t have ignored that. However, if Emmet had wanted, he could have easily just taken you out of the tunnels, and into the city for help. No doubt you would have been taken care of. But Ingo could see the bigger picture. Emmet wanted to make a great impression on you. He wanted to help. Wanted you to like him, and to like the rest of the hive. And Ingo knew why.

You had potential to be the perfect Queen the hive needed. Ingo felt the gears turning in his head. Emmet was making gamble, putting his eggs in a single basket like this. However, both were getting desperate. They couldn’t support the hive forever on their own, and there weren’t any other bee hybrid hives in the nearby area to help with this issue. That, and bee hybrids specifically could be terribly territorial. He doubted any would help unless it had major benefits to their own hive. With their own hive being in the state it was in, just reaching out was a risk neither wanted to particularly take. So helping you like this, it was a huge gamble. 

But ingo looked over at your cute, curious expression, and felt his antennae twitch.

This was a gamble Ingo decided he wanted to take stakes in. 

One thing was for certain, Ingo and Emmet were very similar in a lot of things. One of those things being both enjoyed a risk. You weren’t some trophy to be won, nor would they treat you as such. But you were worth the effort to try and win over, he could feel it. They would not force you to take this role, of course. Everyone would only end up miserable if that were the case. You and the drones did not deserve that. Especially after the last Queen’s rule. But he had to have hope over this. His eyes once again landed over on Emmet. His brother had mentioned wanting to talk to him privately. Ingo had a feeling that it was over you, and the possibilities laid out before them.

He looked forward to that conversation. However, it would have to wait. The room was fast approaching, and they had to get you as comfortable as possible. These next few weeks were going to possibly be rough for you as you healed, so Ingo was eager to get you comfortable as soon as they were able. When they approached the room, Emmet was quick to walk up front and open the door. Ingo gave him a nod, and brought you inside. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight. The room was a little dusty, but still fairly clean. A bed was at the back of the room next to a wall, with a cute little black end table. The bed itself had basic black sheets, with a gold comforter and pillow cases.

‘Cute…’ you couldn’t help but think. The walls were a dark gray, and had a few posters from the old subway, and what looked like motivational posters as well. There was also what looked like a restroom off to the side, something you were very thankful to see. Ingo carried you through the room, and ever so gently laid you down on the bed. It was a lot bigger up close. Was it a king size? Before you could ask, Emmet placed his hands on his waist, and nodded. “Excellent. Is the room to your liking?” He asked, genuinely curious. You looked around the room a little more, before nodding your head with a small smile. “It’s very nice, thank you for letting me use it.” Both twins seemed to almost preen under your thanks, standing a little straighter. “Of course! We’re glad to be of service.” Ingo then turned to Emmet, and whispered something to him, causing the other twin to nod. Ingo turned back.

“We will try getting some more furnishing for you when the opportunity arises, we apologize in advance for that.” He told you suddenly, and you felt your eyes widen. Before you could tell them it wasn’t necessary, the door was knocked on, and a few drones peeked their heads in. They looked at you all, curious, though especially curious about you. Emmet waved them in, and they shuffled into the room. There were four in total, all wearing the cute little Depot Agent uniform. “We have the medical supplies!” The smallest one said with a cheer, and the biggest one behind them held up a box full of first aid equipment. “Bravo! Excellent!” Ingo praised them, and the bees sat up in pride. 

Then, everyone turned towards you, and you suddenly felt a bit small at their intense gazed.

You could only hope they knew how to properly help you.

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BEEEEEEEES

Beegearstation forever in my heart.

Some beemas Emmet fanart

The beegearstation au belong to @r0-boat

[griffinsgate]

At popular demand, smooches for the bee!

Thank you again @bellafragolina and @r0-boat for the bee-utiful motivation

[r0-boat]

Aaah turu ft

* and thus shortly after this chaotic event, much to the Royal's dismay they were not allowed to travel anywhere without an escort */j

Honey Bee Mine

Part Two

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The hive is silent. No one dares to breathe a word as they wait for their kings, their remaining royals, to tell them what to do. Obviously a search party is needed, there are already bees out scouring the nearby biome, but what else is there to be done? Surely they can do more??

“I WILL KILL THEM!!” The drones jump away from the chamber doors, watching in horror as Emmet claws his way out, held back from pouncing the closest drone only by his brother. “I WILL TEAR OUT THEIR WINGS! I WILL TEAR OFF THEIR LIMBS!!”

“YOU WILL CALM DOWN!” Ingo roars in response. “OUR QUEEN WILL NOT BE FOUND BY YOU MAKING SUCH A SCENE!”

“They have our queen!” Emmet shrieks. He fights off Ingo’s hold, and whips around, eyes wide and delirious. His wings don’t stop twitching for a moment. “They have our queen!” A sob chokes his screaming. “They have our queen!”

Ingo watches his brother collapse to his knees, wailing for their sweet human mate. His chest feels so tight, like he’s about to explode from all his pent up emotions. But he can’t acknowledge it, not now. There’s work to be done.

He can cry after they have their Queen back.

“Scouts will shift duties.” He announces, voice loud and thundering. “Our queen is our top priority. Honey production can wait, and our storage will support us. Only the workers necessary for survival are to continue their duties; the rest will follow me.”

In a heartbeat, the hive is abuzz once more. Ingo pulls Emmet back to his feet, and walks his twin to the closest room with enough space for everyone. Drones file inside, eager and ready to search. Ingo assigns teams and sends them out to various areas to search, while Emmet paces behind him, no doubt ready to begin a search of his own. But he will not leave Ingo behind.

Once all the drones are taken care of, they both take to the skies. Their area is smaller, since it’s only the two of them, but they’re meticulous. Any sign of life is exposed, interrogated, but none have seen signs of their queen.

Only one little ladybug has any clue what they’re asking. She leads the twin kings to an abandoned fire, and tells them she saw two hybrids here some days ago, talking about a hive. But they only wanted a human, not honey nor any bees.

“Have they demanded anything?” The ladybug asks, hands wringing. Ingo carefully shakes his head as Emmet scours the campsite for clues. “Why would they only want a human?”

Neither king replies. That very question plagues them, worries that seep into their thoughts despite their desperate attempts not to acknowledge them.

Emmet tears through ashes and burnt threads, teeth grit. What if they hurt you? What if they hide you away, and they never find you? What if this was revenge? Their previous queen was not kind; did she spite someone? Is this revenge for a crime they, you, did not commit?

Emmet wipes his tears on his sleeve and takes off into the forest once more, Ingo on his heels. He won’t rest until you’re found. He won’t stop until he has you in his grasp again. He will make this up to you, worship you, never leave your side again.

And any injury you have will be dealt back tenfold.

🕸️🕸️🕸️

Ashes is the one to carry you, more often than not. He huffs and puffs and grumbles and grouches, but his arms are tight and secure. You don’t fear falling, even as he wizzes around, faster than any bee you’ve flown with. You’re grateful for Hunter as well, who cradles you from below, clutching Ashes as you three fly along.

The forest is thinning out, you can see. Hills roll and dive beneath you, a deep green that’s spotted with every color of wildflower. They grow in small patches, bright and beautiful in the spring sunshine.

Ashes lies you in a bed of blooms when he lands to take a rest. You watch him stretch, face contorted as sore, overworked muscles are stretched out. You remember Ingo being in a similar state, after a heavy rainstorm destroyed part of the hive. He wouldn’t rest, and pulled muscles in his wings. You had to rub them and put heated pads on his back to help ease the pain.

You miss him sorely in this moment.

“Alright, Honeybee.” Hunter picks you up from your bed, and sits you upright. Two of his hands tug on your gag, while two more grip your scarf. “You need to eat. But be careful.”

You swallow, but nod.

The gag comes off and you sigh heavily, released to have that pressure lifted. Hunter, kindly, massages the joints of your jaw as he pulls out small rations of dried meet and soft bread.

“You’re somethin’ else.” Ashes drawls as you eat what’s given. He bends down some, cocking his head at you. From this angle, you can see his eyes are a bright, bright yellow. “Your little bees are so loud! Yet you don’t talk.”

“I was gagged.” You huff. Hunter chuckles, but Ashes blusters and stomps around. Thank goodness he’s not allowed to hurt you. “Who’s paying you to do this anyway? We’re so far from-”

Hunter pushes another piece of bread into your mouth. “That’s nothing you need to worry about, Honeybee.”

Ashes pokes at your head, seemingly saying his anger by annoying you. “Humans are so squishy.” He pinches your cheek and tugs, ignoring you shout of protest to point at you, like Hunter can’t already see. “Look at that! They stretch!”

“They squish too.” Smirking, Hunter reaches up. His palms seem to be covered with small hairs that tickle and itch your skin. He presses, and you huff as your cheeks squish you mouth into a purse.

“Ha!” Ashes cackles, holding his stomach. “Ain’t that something! You look like a fool!” He leans down again, grabbing your head to tilt it to and fro. “How come those bees chose you?”

“It is interesting,” Hunter agrees, holding a canteen of water to your lips, “choosing a human as a queen. What do you offer any hive?”

Ashes squishes your cheeks, using one hand while the others rest on his hips. “Well, Queenie here is pretty c-”

In a flash of yellow and white, Ashes disappears. You and Hunter whip around, startled to see the wasp grappling with a familiar figure in a bright white coat.

“Emmet!” You cry, relieved to see him. Your relief quickly fades with the tightening of the scarf around you neck. “Em-!”

Emmet whips around when you choke on his name, giving Ashes an opening. The wasp nails him, and you can hardly cry out as your precious king hits the ground, reeling.

“Not very nice.” Ashes puts his foot on Emmet’s back, stopping him from getting back up. “Thought bees were more polite than this. The other hive sure was.”

“I’ll kill you!” Emmet swipes back, practically frothing at the mouth, but Ashes’ weight against his back stops him.

“You won’t.” Hunter drawls. A whimper escapes you at the scarf tightens again, pressing harder against your throat. “Lest you want Honeybee here to die too.”

Emmet stares, wide-eyed. Ashes chuckles, bearing down more on Emmet with a large, fanged smile. “No, little bee,” he grabs the back of Emmet’s head, bearing his neck, “I think you’re outnumbered. Queenie won’t die, so long as you do instead.”

Ashes bites onto Emmet’s neck.

“EMMET!” You shriek, thrashing against Hunter. You throw your head back. Hunter shouts, the impact of your skull against his sudden and bright. “NO!!”

You hit the ground, just as Hunter lets out another shout. Ashes pulls back, venom dribbling down his face. Emmet, paled but still furious, throws a punch of his own. Ashes hits the ground in time for Ingo to reveal himself, protectively hovering over you.

Hunter is silent, wherever he is.

“Emmet?” Ingo calls. Emmet wobbles, but grabs Ashes by the head, slamming into his own. “Ah, seems he’s not too staggered.”

Drones rush in before Hunter or Ashes can regain themselves. Angry buzzing covers up the presence of your captors, not that you’re too concerned with them at the moment. You struggle, even as Ingo tries to cut you free from your bindings, crying for the king limp and surrounded by nervous drones.

“Emmet!” You wail, clutching Ingo’s head as he buries it in your neck.

“My queen!” Emmet gasps, wiggling. Drones scramble around him, but aid in lifting him up, moving him to where Ingo clutches you close. “Darrrrling!” He whines, grasping at your lap. You drag him by the coat, pushing his head into your chest as you cling to his shoulders. “My legs are numb. . .”

“We have antidotes at the hive!” A drone assures you three, not that you can tell who through your tears. “He’ll be fine!”

“It was only a little venom.” Another drone says, patting your head. “He’s strong, your highness! King Emmet will live!”

Ingo lets out a loud sob. “Thank the stars.”

“My kings.” You whisper pulling their heads closer. Weak, wet kisses press against your head, whimpered apologies laced on shaky breath. “My heroes. My saviors. My boys.”

You never doubted they’d come for you. You knew they’d save you, drones or kings. Your sweet bees.

“Let’s go home!” One drone whines. “King Emmet needs an antidote and Queen needs rest.”

“Yes, rest!”

“Plenty of rest!”

You sniffle, smiling at your bees. They buzz and twitter under your attention, wiggling into your cuddle to help lift you and Emmet into the air. Ingo carries you, to the pouts of the drones.

He kisses your temple with a shuddering sigh. “You’re safe.”

“You saved me.” You agree, kissing him.

Ingo curls around you, as though to shield you from the world. He looks at you reverently, devotion ready on his tongue, only to be interrupted by Emmet’s shout of jealousy.

“Let’s go home.” Ingo hums, flying after the drones.

You can’t wait to be back.

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Part One

I love bees

~Renee

[r0-boat]

Bee!Emmet Eats you out on the throne that's it, that's the entire post.

AFAB Gn! reader

Cw: voyeurism-ish, public sex?,( anyone can walk in)

Nsfw

The Gear Station hives thrown room rarely gets used, not since their last queen was slain by her own subjects. Despite the drones wanting to prepare the room to suit your tastes, you see no use for it. Having room to sit around and do nothing did not appeal to you. But Emmet had something else in mind. Taking you to the empty throne room, his eyes darkening with lust when you sat on the golden chair. You are none the wiser smiling when his lips and nose tickle your cheek, peppering kisses all over your face; he gets on one knee taking your hand, and lays his lips upon your knuckles.

When he leans forward to meet, your lips is when you get the hint that he's brought you here for something little more. His kiss becomes hungrier as his tongue darts into your mouth, and his hands slip underneath your shirt feeling up your body before traveling to your pants. His growls are immediately swallowed by your mouth just barely breaking the kiss to demand your pants to be removed.

" mmh... you look so delicious like this." Emmet muttered, his cheek nuzzling against your thigh as he spread you open. Resting your legs over his shoulders, he gets closer, his hot breath tickling your warm cunt. As a reaction, you close your legs on him, squeezing his head. Muscles squeezing down on him, Emmet inhales the sensation of being in between your thighs, going straight to his loins.

The constricting bulging of his parents becoming all too addictive, he bucks his hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh, letting out a long, drawn-out moan, your title leaving his lips Like a prayer. When you relax as if in a trance, Emmet leans forward. The pheromones of your sweet pussy drew him in like a moth to a flame. Oh, how he wants to bury his face between your folds and stay there for hours, eating you out. As Depo drones come and go looking at their King with envy wishing it was themselves between their Royal's legs.

Emmet giving your thighs a small kiss, purrs. "Do you like this, my Royal? Do you like seeing me on my knees for you? Ready to serve my dear highness on their throne?"

His tongue darts out, laying down flat against your entrance with long licks up against your folds. He savers your taste, his long inhuman tongue diving past your folds, slowly stretching you out when he laps at your velvet walls.

His antenna twitches as he lets out a mellow buzzing. Feeling your fingers brush into his hair, messing up his fluffy locks. He moans at your taste. He can't help but roll his hips; his hand slides past his pants, cupping his bulge and feeling his cock throb into his palm. He goes for more, his lips wrapping around your sensitive clit, suckling and pressing his tongue against it.

The way you grind into his face desperate to come, burying his face within your making it hard for him to breathe, made his cock twitch, his tongue vigorously thrust inside of you, his long tongue gliding against your squeezing walls while his nose bumps against your clit, making you fall over the edge. You pull Emmet's hair bracing yourself as gush on his tongue.

As you come down from your high Emmet pulls away licking his lips

" Thank you for the meal, your Highness."