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What’s All The Buzz About? Pt. 7

Hello! 👋 welcome to my next part of my Beemas fic!

Unfortunately I haven’t been feeling well lately, so I apologize if this chapter feels a little off. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy 💚

Summary: You decide to confront the Kings over what you learned, and things go a lot better than you had expected.

CW: Mentions of egg stuff, very small mention of the king’s ‘equipment’, slight sexual tension, mentions of toxic family and workplace, mostly fluff

Word count: 3914 Words!

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Staying with Jackie turned out to be a fun affair, after both of you calmed down. He was eager to feed you, play with you, and talk with you about anything and everything.

Even to answer any questions you may have still had.

What you really enjoyed, however, was snuggling him close. You already enjoyed the few bits of physical contact you had here at the hive, sexually charged or otherwise. This though? It felt a bit different. Intimate in a way you could not describe.

Sure you had been close to some of the bees, and had been carried by many of them. But holding Jackie close to your side, and letting him cuddle with you in bed? It was so sweet.

Especially with how he happily laid his head on your chest, and his wings buzzed every so often. Or how he had one set if arms just happily wrapped around you in a way a partner would.

It made you realize just how touch starved you had been, both before and after arriving here in the hive.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to confront the Kings. You weren’t even sure if you would call it that. They weren’t planning on forcing you to do anything, and from what you understood, planned on telling you everything anyway.

Still, you had to tell them you knew. Had to sort everything out.

You were at least thankful that you got some time to think about it as well. Having a few hours to dwell on the pros and cons, and mentally prepare yourself had been a blessing. Had the Kings sprung this on you, even with the intent to let you think about it, you would have been even more overwhelmed than you had been earlier today.

If you were being honest with yourself…

You couldn’t help but find the offer appealing.

What did your life in Nimbasa really have anyway that made you want to stay? Not a whole lot, if you were being honest with yourself. Sure, you had your possessions, but that was an easily solved problem. No doubt the twins would help you move everything to the hive as needed.

There was your family to consider as well, but if you were being honest? You would rather stay with the bees. Your family always cared more about your younger sibling, and you were considered the black sheep. When was the last time they had called to check up on you, and ask about your day?

Months. That’s how long it’s been.

The last time your mother had called, it had been two weeks ago, just to moan and whine about how they needed you to babysit your siblings. Siblings who were more or less grown adults mooching off your parents.

Yeah, safe to say, you could care less about what they thought. If you wanted to become a Queen of a hybrid hive, that was your business, and they could deal with it.

Plus… the idea of just up and moving without saying anything brought you some sick satisfaction. It made you wonder just how long it would take for them to even notice or care.

There was another thing to consider, and that was your job. No doubt the moment you made a return to Nimbasa, regardless if you accept the Kings’ proposal or not, will cause some sort of uproar.

With the stunt your boss and coworkers pulled, they will be lucky if they survive after you are through with them. No way were you letting them get away with leaving you for dead.

Especially after Ingo and Emmet confirmed no one had come near that entrance to the tunnels since your first night here. They had a few drones in place to make sure no one else got hurt if anyone came looking.

No one came.

It made your blood boil, but you weren’t entirely surprised, given how shitty your coworkers were to begin with. Sure, the job paid the bills, but leaving you for dead was insane. You were going to tear them apart the moment you went back home, so your job wouldn’t be an issue if you took the role of Queen.

Little did you know, it would have been very easy for your Kings to take matters into their own hands had anyone returned. They were just as furious the more they got to know you.

Not that you were aware of that fact.

All in all, things that would majorly effect your decision all seemed to point towards agreeing to join the hive.

Though you would admit, the idea of carrying their eggs both made you nervous, and excited you in ways you could only dream of.

Jackie had been kind in helping explain it. How the Kings had two(two!!!) cocks, one like the drones, and one for depositing eggs.

Oh, how that little tidbit of info made you really warm, the more you thought about it. Something that no doubt would make the average person squeamish was something that was turning you on as you gave it more thought.

You were very happy Jackie had fallen asleep. He had also admitted it was incredibly easy to smell your arousal. Something that you were still horribly embarrassed about.

The last thing you needed right now was making poor Jackie hot and bothered as well.

Still, you could not deny how… appealing this was all turning out.

Even the idea of carrying eggs wasn’t so bad, especially when Jackie had explained that there would be nurses ready at your beck and call in case anything happened. You would be receiving top care your entire stay.

And…

…You just really started to like the idea of Ingo and Emmet filling you to the brim with their eggs.

Stars, you were a bit of a pervert.

But you had a feeling you weren’t the only one, if what Jackie had confessed to you was anything to go by.

The whole hive seemed taken with you, not just the Kings, if what Jackie said was anything to go by. Now that you knew this, you were inclined to believe him, all based on how you remember both the drones and twins acting around you. Especially when the room had felt so sexually tense the past week or so.

It made you wonder of the idea of being with the whole hive, or taking the Kings eggs was as much of a turn on for them as it was becoming for you.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips. This offer of theirs was definitely becoming appealing.

There was also the idea of becoming the whole hive’s mate. Everyone had been so sweet to you, it made you wonder how sweet and caring they’d all be if the relationship was official. You’d potentially never have to have a moment without hugs or hand holding ever again.

Even if that was on the sweeter side, you liked the idea of never having to deal with becoming touch starved. Sure, this could easily turn into something more… lewd… but the idea of always being able to hug and cuddle someone who would want it? It had your heart thudding in your chest.

You didn’t even really care about being ‘royalty’ or not. You’ll take the role seriously, of course, but even if you weren’t going to possibly become a Queen, the whole deal was beginning to seem too good to pass up.

That’s why when the King’s eventually went down to see you, you had made up your mind.

If their offer was still on the table, you’d take it.

But first, you had to protect Jackie. You refused to let the bee take the heat for just telling you what you wanted to know. You didn’t think he would be punished harshly, but you weren’t going to take any chances.

So when there was a familiar knock at your door, you tensed, ready for whatever may happen next.

“Come in.” You called out. At your words, Jackie startled awake, though quickly relaxed when you gently rubbed his shoulder.

Not a moment later, Emmet pushed the door open with a smile. This time though, you noticed a slight pause in his step when he saw Jackie. It was brief, and if you hadn’t been looking at him closely, you probably would not have noticed it.

As Emmet entered the room, he clapped his hands together, and Ingo stepped into the room as he did so.

“Good evening, darling! Are doing alright?” He asked. You noticed his smile seemed a little strained when his eyes flickered to Jackie.

Even Ingo behind him seemed to be tense. You were surprised he hadn’t spoken up yet, being the more talkative of the two. He was probably just as surprised seeing Jackie in bed with you as Emmet was, if how tense his posture seemed was any indication.

Patting Jackie’s head, you gave them both a nod and a smile.

“I am doing okay, thank you. I hope you both are doing well yourselves.” You said, genuinely meaning it, and hoping for it.

You didn’t exactly want to have this conversation if they were in a tense mood, after all.

Emmet gave you a big smile, and Ingo let out a cough, looking away for a moment. You swore, he looked a little flustered just from you asking.

Cute.

“We are doing well, my dear.” Ingo said after a moment, trying to straighten out his posture a little more. His voice sounded firm, and was still a little quiet, but he seemed genuinely happy to see you.

He cleared his throat, and walked over next to Emmet.

“Jackie, have you been here this whole time? You’ve been missing-“

You cut Ingo off.

“I requested Jackie stay with me. I hope that is not an issue?” You asked. Ingo’s jaw snapped shut, and Emmet’s antennae twitched.

“That is fine! He was one of the drones assigned to help you, should you need it!” Ingo eventually spoke up, as if sensing Emmet’s irritation.

Jackie shrank a bit under their gaze, clutching onto you a little tighter.

You rubbed his back soothingly. Even if they didn’t plan on doing anything to him, you could only imagine the fear from the last Queen must still stick with a lot of the bees.

There was an odd tension in the air. You could almost taste it. You wondered if they could sense your nervousness and were worried or confused.

Emmet opened his mouth to speak after a few moments, but you beat him to it.

“So you two were planning on making an offer to me about becoming a possible Queen?” You suddenly spoke, just throwing it out there. You were unsure how to breach the subject. As blunt as it was to do this, you figured getting the conversation over with would be optimal compared to stressing about it until they decided to ask you themselves.

Almost immediately at your question, both twins froze. It was almost comical, how their bodies stiffened, and wings and antennae ceased all movement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they both had gone pale.

Emmet’s wings twitched once. Then twice. His smile tightened, and you could see the underlaying panic on his face.

“Ah… Did Jackie tell you about that?” Ingo piped up, his voice sounding strained. Jackie flinched, more or less confirming that he indeed had told you.

“Yes, he did. He told me quite a bit.” You spoke, pulling Jackie closer. The poor drone was beginning to shake, and you could hear his breathing picking up.

If it was possible, the tense air got thicker, becoming a bit hard to breathe. It was quiet, and you could probably hear a pin drop.

It was obvious the twins were not expecting this when they came into your room like they did every evening.

They also weren’t prepared for what you said next.

“If the offer is real and on the table, I would be inclined to accept.” You spoke, nearly causing both twins, and even Jackie to jump.

You weren’t expecting Emmet to rush up to you, and grab your hand in his own, his smile bright and dazzling.

“Oh, you mean it? You’d give it a try?” He asked, his wings buzzing behind him in a frenzy of excitement. Ingo was at his side in a flash, his face flushed. His own wings twitched in excitement at your words.

“Are you sure? You would be attempting to take the mantle of a Queen. We will handle business for the most part, but it could be difficult. Especially with, well…” Ingo spoke, his face growing with color as he avoided looking into your eyes.

“You’d be attempting to carry our eggs. A verrry important task, yup!” Emmet finished for him, seeming to have no shame about the how excited he was about you trying to do so.

Ingo sheepishly tubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, what Emmet said.” He spoke, his voice a little more quiet, though the blush on his face seemed to grow a shade darker.

“Jackie informed me as such. I’ve gone over it all in my head, and, well…” you spoke, looking away. You really were agreeing to this, weren’t you?

You found you did not mind.

“I like it here. I’ve had more fun here the past two weeks or so, compared to the past few years in Nimbasa city,” you began, and fiddled with the sheets with your free hand before continuing, “You all are very kind, and I will admit, I find you all very… attractive.” You said, fighting back the blush crawling up your neck.

Emmet let out an excited giggle at your words, and seemed to shake in excitement. You swore you heard Ingo’s breathe catch. Jackie hugged you closer with one of his sets of arms, nuzzling into your chest.

“I’d like to at least try, and see if I can help. This will be a test of trial and error, I imagine. But… I’d still like to try.” You spoke, and squeezed one of Emmet’s hands that still held onto one of your own.

You ended up making a noise of surprise when you felt a weight press against you. Emmet had forgone holding your hand, and jumped forward, hugging you tightly. Jackie let out a small squawk as he was bumped a bit to your side, but still held onto you.

Ingo took Emmet’s place as you were nearly smothered from the hugs. His cool hands met your own, and gently held them while entwining a set of fingers with your own.

The older King gave you a soft look, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

“Alright then. If this is the track you wish to depart on, we will gladly accompany you forward on it.” He spoke, and just from that sentence alone, you could tell he was excited. Even he seemed to be vibrating in place.

It was really sweet, and you couldn’t fight the blush growing on your face.

When was the last time you had felt so wanted? It was a bit sad that you couldn’t even remember…

After a few moments, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry but… would it be alright to move my stuff from my old home down here to the hive? I have some stuff that is sentimental-“ you began, and Emmet broke the hug, his face still beaming.

“Of course! We will help you move as soon as possible.” He assured you. You relaxed a bit, and gave him a soft smile. That was your main concern, getting your stuff.

“Also, I’ll need to tie up loose ends with everything in Nimbasa before I move here. Such as my job, and settling some things. I should be able to do that living here, but I’ll need to go up to the surface a few times until then.” You then explained. You didn’t want people thinking you were missing, and you had to cut ties with your job. Maybe settle some lawyer work, because you weren’t letting what they did go.

Especially since you wouldn’t need as much money now, living in the hive. Given how self sustaining it was, you doubted you would have to venture out to the city unless you were craving something specific.

Thankfully, both twins didn’t seem to mind.

“Of course! We will help make accommodations immediately! Whatever you need, we shall do our best to assist you!” Ingo spoke, his voice growing with that familiar loudness you had griwn fond of.

Emmet finally flew a ways away to give you some space, and Jackie quickly was back at your side, holding onto you tightly.

“One more thing…” you spoke, your voice having a twinge of uncertainty in it. Emmet perked up.

“Name it! Anything!”

You looked down at Jackie, and back at the twins.

“Are you sure this is fine with the hive? I… I don’t wish to upset any of the drones by becoming a Queen…”

Sure, most the drones you has met have been sweet, and have been excited to talk to you. However, you had no idea if they all felt that way. You didn’t want to start a riot or create unease by taking this position.

Ingo and Emmet shared a look, though it was one that didn’t set off alarm bells. They both gave you a pleased look.

“We can promise you, most of the hive adores you. Anyone that doesn’t will not say a word unless they feel it is absolutely necessary for the hive’s health.” Ingo told you.

You weren’t sure that made you feel entirely better, but if most the hive liked you, that put you at ease. You could at least agree to a drone putting in a complaint if they felt it was necessary. Last thing you wanted was for the bees to feel like they couldn’t talk about any problems they were having.

With a sigh, you nodded.

“That works for me.”

Emmet raised his hands with a cheer, cutely flying in a circle. Even Ingo seemed pleased, his wings buzzing ever so slightly.

Patiently, you waited for Emmet to calm down a bit, before speaking.

“So, what do I have to do?” You asked. Emmet’s grin grew widen, and you swore Ingo’s eyes sparkled.

Ingo walked up, and took your hand in his own. Bringing your knuckles to his lips, he gave them a brief kiss.

“Let us take care of you, My Queen.”

Emmet flew to your side, right next to Ingo. He lifted your chin up with a finger, having you look in his eyes.

“We will handle all the main work. While you…”

He leaned in close, and you felt like your heart was going to explode. His eyes were lidded, and his face morphed into a smirk.

“Relax and sit tight. We’ll feed you royal jelly. Make you our Queen. A perrrfect Queen to be our mate.”

His voice lowered as he spoke, and you swore it sounded like a purr. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, and Emmet’s smirk only grew as his antennae twitched.

That’s also right. You’d become the hive’s mate, along with being their Queen. If what Jackie said was true, that would include all the things flowing through your mind.

It made you a little warm under the collar, and Emmet was clearly enjoying it. Especially now that he didn’t have to hide any interest if you were willing to be a Queen.

“Okay…” you spoke, your voice a bit small with how flustered you were becoming. If it was possible, Emmet’s grin only seemed to grow. His face leaned close to your own, but before his lips could meet yours, he was yanked away by Ingo.

“Behave.” Ingo told him, holding his twin by his collar.

“But-!”

Ingo tsk’d.

“They just agreed to be our Queen. Give them space and time to adjust!” He scolded, and Emmet pouted at the treatment. All it took was Ingo’s glare deepening, for Emmet to let out a sigh, smiling begrudgingly.

“Fine.”

He crossed his arms, and looked away. The moment Ingo let him go though, he quickly flew up to you before Ingo could catch him.

Faster than the blink of an eye, Emmet leaned in, kissing your cheek with a laugh. He didn’t stay, quickly jumping out of the way of a fumbling Ingo, who was desperately trying to catch him.

“Emmet-!”

The younger twin flew out of your room with a playful laugh, and left Ingo in his dust. The King sighed, rubbing his temples. Glancing at you, he gave you a warm look.

“Don’t worry, my dear. We’ll take care of everything.” He says softly, and moves over to you.

“May I…” he begins, seeming unsure. His face grows flushed as you look at him curiously.

“May you…?” You ask, wondering what he wants. He looks rather cute like this, you note.

Ingo straightens up, a more determined look on his face.

“May I… kiss you?” He asked, and you felt your face warm up. After a moment, you smiled.

“You may.”

Ingo gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up so he had better access. Leaning down, his lips gently met your own, and you both easily melted into the kiss. Despite how rough his ‘skin’ was, his lips were incredibly soft against your own.

He didn’t stay like that for long, but even as he pulled away, you were left breathless all the same. Ingo looked incredibly pleased with himself, and gave you a smug, yet loving look.

“Just wait until Emmet learns I kissed you first.”

His words made you giggle, imagining the offended look Emmet no doubt will have when he learns of this.

Ingo then adjusted his uniform, and gave you a brisk nod.

“I need to go find him and discuss how much royal jelly to make. Worry not, we will be back in a while after coming up with a plan for you.” He explained, and began heading towards your door, a noticeable spring in his step. Before he closed the door behind him, he turned and looked back at you.

“I mean it when I say we will take care of you, my dear. Anything you need, we will take care of it for you.” He spoke, his voice soft. With another nod, he closed the door behind him.

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you brought a hand to your chest. Your heart was still beating wildly, even though everything had turned out fine.

Perhaps it was from excitement?

You were brought out of your thoughts when Jackie sat up, wings twitching as he looked over at you. He gave you a large smile, reminiscent of Emmet’s.

“Can I kiss you too?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, before leaning into to kiss him as well.

As your lips met Jackie’s, you were quite certain of a few things.

One, Jackie is a really good kisser.

And two, you were incredibly lucky.

Who knew that getting caved in the underground subway would be the best thing to happen to you?

It made you excited for the future going forward, and what you had to look forward to.

…You just hoped it would be a smooth transition, going forward.

[r0-boat]

What if, Reader was the queen of a dying hive and two humans (Ingo and Emmet) wander into her hive?

Imagine the smut possibilities

This is actually a very interesting thought! I thought about it a lot and here's what I have to say:

Here's some head cannons my friend

Beegearstation reversed Au headcannons

(bee royal reader x human twins

Sfw/nsfw

Cw: breeding, slight Emmet bullying, but we still love him in this house, switch reader,switch twins

Sfw

You were a kind and gentle ruler to your hive, being the Survivor out of a hive that wanted to kill you so you couldn't rival their Royal. You didn't like the same for your drones. Your hive was a safe haven for drones that got abandoned or kicked out of their hive.

Because of this, your drones love you and are very protective of you. You know that in the long term, your hive would be in danger; however, you try not to think about it. You try not to let it bother you because as long as you're drones have a place to call home, that's all that matters to you. However, the drones are aware of how much the idea of the future of the hive scares you. They wish they could do something to help, but their bodies were not built to give you suitable young.

On one faithful day, the Drones scrambled around the hive; seems like the Royal had taken another one of their walks alone. That's when they found a human well, the human found them, striking silver eyes, gray hair with sharp sideburns, and a smile on his face; he gazed at you from the vegetation, his eyes widened, having never seen someone of your kind before. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. He wasn't fearful of you like most humans were. In fact, his first words to you were, and you'll never forget, "D-do you come here often?" Your future king was never one for small talk. He was constantly stumbling over his words when he had to be the one to start a conversation. Every time you bring up the fond memory, his face goes red with embarrassment—that cute smile of his twitching while his eyebrows furrowed.

you remember how frightened when you were when you saw him, because of your past, you find it very hard to trust new people, but he seemed friendly enough. You don't know why you got along with him so well maybe it's because he was always truthful with his words no matter how blunt which you appreciate from time to time. (Looking back, you wondered why Emmet liked you so much; there were plenty of humans that could suit his fancy; his older brother only huffed and replied, "That's exactly why!" ...you're not sure what he means by that)

You enjoyed Emmet's company meeting in the same spot at least once a week. You wanted the stories about his human life, your eyes lighting up with wonder when he talked about a vehicle humans use that travels super fast, making the ground Rumble in its path as it roars Its mighty call.

Ingo was introduced to you by Emmet, who was slightly sweeter and a little more upbeat, which was contrasted with his scary face.

Over time, these two became your friends, maybe, even more; you did think of them as suitable mates and Royals for your hive, but you could never spring such a responsibility on them, and... they were human.

When you showed up late, they began to worry... Do you seem weaker? Constantly out of breath, occasionally even stumbling. Swallowing down their fear of breaking your trust, they followed you back to your hive. They overheard everything, the Colony has no future, and you are overworking yourself sick!

They care about you so much, that they beg you to please let them help. They'll do anything they can!

The Kings may be human, but the drones respect them as hard workers and members of The Hive.

When the twins realized that your hive was built in an old ruined Grand Station, they flipped their lid in excitement; they even hit the jackpot, finding a rusty old handcart!

Your Depot drones start picking up on the train speak; your dear human Kings have. You find it rather cute.

Nsfw below

You are a bee hybrid Royal so you are naturally taller than your humans(if that's not what you want you can stay small) it is your choice whether you dominate them or they dominate you~.

Emmet is obsessed with the fluffier parts of your bee body. When he's on top of you he loves snuggling into the fluff while he grinds his fat cock inside you.

To your surprise, your mates, despite being human, react to the royal jelly well. There were no physical changes to their body, but they became very receptive to your pheromones. The reactions are almost animalistic since they are still sensitive to these new feelings.

They can sense how much you need them, and they'll either break down in a sobbing mess begging for you to touch or use them. Or demand and overpower you like an animal in a rut.

As you lay there begging for him to breed you. Telling him that he'll make a strong brood. Ingo is slowly turning to the monster fucker dark side, and Emmet is there to accept his brother with open arms.

The twins Wonder if the pollen works on their drones; they wonder if the same pollen will work on you. Spoiler alert, it does. You practically pounce on them, riding/milking them until they're on the verge of passing out. They see white as they shoot blanks, but it's not enough for you.

Meanwhile, the bee smoke makes you so cute, and Dopey, your little Giggles as you rub against them like a kitten, your head delicately bonking against their shoulder begging for attention. Your eyes roll back, drool dripping down your chin, letting out cute little whines because you can't take their big cocks while your mind is clouded with smoke.

You're sweet honey-coated saliva makes them so sensitive to the touch Emmet begs for his majesty to touch him. You purr a 'No' liking the sight before you; Emmet tied to the bed cock aching for your touch, his legs quivering and shaking, trying not to hump the air in Desperation for any kind of relief.

[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 😤💖

[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.”.

[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 :>

[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.

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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.

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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 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

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Sjsnsnbsbsns @r0-boat ??

What???

H E L L O ??!!!

[griffinsgate]

At popular demand, smooches for the bee!

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

[r0-boat]

BEEEEEEEES

Beegearstation forever in my heart.

Some beemas Emmet fanart

The beegearstation au belong to @r0-boat

[onestepbackwards]

What’s All The Buzz About? Pt. 6

Welcome to part 6 of my beemas fic! 🎉

I struggled a lil with this one, but I hope you all still enjoy! This is primarily a Jackie chapter, with a lot of story set up for the next chapter!

Summary: You begin to notice some odd behavior from all the bees in the hive. Fearing you may have upset them, you ask Jackie about it. Horrified you thought they were upset with you, Jackie spills the beans. An offer is then made.

CW: Stress and Anxiety, near mental breakdown, miscommunication, mentions of body harm and death from the previous Queen, misunderstandings, mentions of taking eggs (yes, that kind of egg), suggestive themes (no smut), angst and comfort.

Word Count: 4929 Words!

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Things were different at the hive.

Sure, you were struggling with inner feelings and such for the hive, but… Something had changed.

The bees were acting a bit odd towards you.

Drones seemed incredibly clingy, but also…. Very distant? You weren’t sure how to describe it.

They seemed so careful around you. Like one wrong move might upset you.

You have no idea where this came from. Sure, you have an attraction to them, but you didn’t think you had acted in any way to cause such a change.

Had they caught on to your feelings, and were trying to distance themselves? Oh, how you hoped not. You’d be mortified, and feel terrible about it.

But if that were the case, why were they so clingy? Drones seemed eager to be near you and do things for you, but seemed so careful around you. Like you’d snap.

The Kings were acting similarly. They wanted to be near you, help you clean, and change. Sometimes they help you with minor things too, like brushing your hair, or feeding you.

If you objected, thinking Kings shouldn’t have to do such silly tasks, they’d simply tell you they wanted to. How you were human, and they were curious about it, and how you were their esteemed guest.

But they recently seemed so… Careful. They asked to do all these things for you, but you could sense a weird apprehension. Like they wanted to say something, but were hesitant.

It was beginning to bother you. You didn’t want them doing anything if they didn’t want to. Or if you had offended them, you wanted to know what you did wrong, so you could apologize.

Not to mention how… pent up you were. That was not helping anything at all.

You could only wonder if your awkwardness was something they were picking up on instead. You didn’t know how bee hybrid biology worked, but for all you knew, they could sense stuff about humans with ease.

Another reason to fear they knew about your attraction, and were trying to be careful about it.

You’d probably die of mortification.

Now though? You were starting to feel sick from the anxiety. It had been like this for several days, and dwelling on this was beginning to make your stomach churn with each day that went by.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. It made you feel guilty for something you might not have even done.

It was turning you into a wreck.

Maybe you were overthinking it, but at this point, you wanted to be safe. If you were just imagining things, you wanted to clear up the room.

Especially before you healed up. You were getting closer and closer to being properly healed. Your leg hardly hurt anymore, and the bees were helping you test out walking every so often.

At this rate, you’d probably be heading home soon. Maybe within a few days to a week.

That didn’t exactly help improve your mood, either.

The whole time you had been here, you have felt… free.

There had hary been any stress, until your most recent dilemma.

The bees and Kings took amazing care of you, and alway helped keep you entertained.

Sure, you missed a few things, like your music and the internet. However, the bees were very helpful and always helped you when you needed it.

Needed entertainment or gossip? The drones with you had been more than happy to help, and tell you the local news.

Needed some space? The bees left you in your room, just a call away.

Wanted assistance with something? You had the Kings and drones eager to help you with anything you requested.

It sounded simple, but it was way more than you could have ever asked for.

Not only did they save your life, but they treated you with such kindness and respect. It was something you couldn’t stop thinking about.

You felt like you owed them, even after they assured you that you had no such obligation.

Sighing, you slumped slightly. Jackie, who had been in the room with you, gave you a worried look.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his wings twitching anxiously. You seemed rather sad today. It made him a bit upset to see you as such.

You gave him a soft smile.

“It… it’s nothing.” You told him quietly. It wasn’t nothing, he could tell from the look on your face.

Sitting down on the bed next to you, Jackie tilted his head.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing. What is bothering you?” He asked. He tried not to show how nervous he was.

Was this it? Were you finally getting sick of the hive? The very thought nearly brought Jackie to tears.

He didn’t want you to leave! None of them did!

But it was getting hard to come to terms that you might have to anyway.

…And the things you had been doing were making things incredibly difficult.

The drones and Kings were no fools. They knew you were having some sort of attraction to them. Or at the very least, were emitting pheromones.

Jackie didn’t know a whole lot about humans, he’d admit, however….

Himself and the drones nearly fell over themselves when you’d become aroused. They know you had been doing things at night as of late, when you wanted to be alone.

The Kings briefly explained that some humans simply enjoyed the pleasure.

But it drove them all crazy. Especially when you started smelling so sweet around them.

Like when you bathed, or when you were alone in your room at night.

It only made you all the more tempting.

But, you never asked for them. You never requested their help.

The Kings said it could be a mating thing. Some humans only get intimate with those they are in a relationship with.

But they desired you. Desired you like a mate. They wanted you to be their Queen.

You’d be more than a mate. You’d be their everything.

But they didn’t want to scare you off. The Mings warned them that acting rashly could make you uncomfortable, or even frightened. The thought of making you feel as such made them sick.

None of them wanted you upset with the hive.

It was hard to handle themselves sometimes, especially when you look like you want comfort or company. So many have pulled themselves. It was difficult.

So seeing you bothered by something, it didn’t sit right with the hive. It didn’t sit right with Jackie.

You didn’t speak for a few moments, but Jackie was patient. He would wait as long as he needed to.

“I…” you began, unsure on how to proceed. What if it really was all in your head? You didn’t want him to feel bad or get upset over a misunderstanding!

But it was bothering you, and it was now bothering Jackie.

He at least deserved to know what was eating you. You didn’t want to lie to him and make him feel like you didn’t trust him… especially after everything he has done for you.

“I just… have I done something wrong? Have I offended any of you in any way?” You quietly asked, looking at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers.

Jackie stared at you blankly, and you began to panic.

“I-I just-! I, I noticed some of the drones and the kings have been a bit distant in some ways, and I um… I…” you spoke, flailing your hands a bit as you grew more anxious.

Jackie stared at you more, an odd look on his face.

“I- I mean, uh… I could also be overthinking it? I mean um-“ you went on, trying to do damage control, afraid you had upset the poor drone.

Jackie was upset, but not like you thought.

Had you really noticed how they were holding themselves back? But you had no idea why?

This wasn’t good! This wasn’t good at all!

They were giving distance so they didn’t push you, or reveal what the Kings wanted to ask of you too soon!

But you thought they were upset! Oh, Jackie knew holding back like this would be a bad idea. Now you were sad and upset!

His antennae twitched wildly as he sensed your anxiety.

He had to say something!

But what? He was under strict orders not to say anything. Not to mention why they were behaving this way… not to talk about the hive’s desire to make you a Queen.

Jackie felt trapped. Trapped and horrified.

“-And um, If I need to, I’ll apologize! I just, wanna make sure I know what I did so I can avoid doing it-“ you were rambling, clearly overwhelmed and trying not to cry.

Jackie broke.

You let out a choked noise of surprise when Jackie jumped at you, wrapping his many arms around you in a hug. His wings buzzed anxiously, and he nuzzled into your shoulder.

“We’re so sorry! You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Huh-?” You were taken off guard from the sudden physical contact, and how upset Jackie seemed.

“We- I- we…”

Jackie leaned back, and you were surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“We… The Kings…”

You tilted your head.

“Did I upset the Kings…?”

Jackie’s eyes widened.

“No! Not at all!” He tried to assure you, but that made you even more confused.

Jackie’s eyes continued to water.

“We don’t want you to leave!” He eventually admitted, and buried his face back into your shoulder.

You were a bit stunned.

They didn’t want you to leave? The whole hive?

“You don’t want me to leave?” You repeated, your heart pounding. The hive wanted you to stay?

Stay, as in, a little longer… or did they wish for you to stay permanently?

It was a bit odd… you hadn’t been here for a month, just a little over two weeks, but…

You liked this place. You liked it a lot.

Jackie buzzed nervously, and mumbled something into your shoulder that you couldn’t quite make out.

Gently, you rubbed Jackie's back.

“What was that? I couldn’t understand what you said.”

He leaned back again slightly, and was now crying into your neck

“The Kings… we weren’t supposed to say anything… they-they wanted to ask you first…”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that why you all have been a little distant? Because you all wanted to ask me to stay and were waiting for the King’s permission?”

Were they scared of the Kings or something?

Jackie leaned back, and tried wiping his eyes of tears, but ended up just keeping one of his arms in front of his eyes.

“N-No… well… kinda but…”

Before you could even open your mouth to ask what that meant, he answered for you.

“We… Our antennae give us an advanced sense of smell…”

You suddenly had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“-And, you smell… really nice when you pleasure yourself… and when we bathe you or hold you…”

You felt your whole face go red, and suddenly felt incredibly hot.

And you felt mortified.

You had been somewhat correct, that the bees had known what you had been doing, and probably knew you had an attraction.

“We… the Kings… they didn’t want us to scare you away!”

This whole conversation was becoming one weird whiplash after the other.

“What…?”

Jackie’s hands moved to grip the front of your shirt, and he looked down to avoid looking you in the eye. He seemed to be shaking.

“We… I…”

Your heart was back to pounding in your chest.

“We want you. We don’t just want you to stay, we want you like a mate.”

The words made your head spin. Your mouth opened and closed a few times. It was like your brain had stopped working. However, Jackie didn’t let the words sit long before more started to pour from his mouth.

“They didn’t want us scaring you away by making a move. They-They didn’t want us acting on desire and pressuring you. Didn’t… they wanted to…”**

It was as if your brain was lagging, trying to mentally catch up with everything Jackie was telling you. He was beginning to shake.

“What… did they want to do?” Is all you could ask. The question was out of your mouth before you had even processed what Jackie had said.

He actually hesitated. Despite how he just revealed so much, he seemed to really think if he should say anything else.

“I…”

You waited patiently, your blood pounding in your ears.

His wings vibrated, and his antennae were twitching madly.

“They… they wanted to-to ask…”

Feeling a bit guilty for asking, you grabbed one of his hands, and gave the rough, cool hand a squeeze.

“Jackie, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable-“

He shook his head, but the hand you held squeezed your hand back.

“They… They want to ask…”

Jackie then looked up, his face incredibly close to your own.

“They want to ask if you would like to become our hive’s Queen.”

You froze.

What?

Your mind went from lagging, to thinking a mile a minute.

The hive, the Kings… They wanted you to stay? And become a Queen?

They knew you had an attraction to them, but they wanted you to stay regardless?

Though that last bit rang in your head.

They wanted you to be a Queen.

But… How would that even work? The hive already had the Kings! Why would they need a Queen?

Besides, what could you do? You were human, not a hybrid. You were pretty sure a lot went into becoming a Queen. No doubt a lot of it went to how you ate and were raised in a hive, if you remembered bee biology correctly.

That, and all the other information you were still trying to sort through made it really hard to focus on one thing at a time.

Jackie shook again, and your attention was on him.

“I’m sorry! We never meant to upset you!”

Your heart broke, and you pulled him back into a hug.

“Oh Jackie, you guys didn’t do anything wrong! I thought I had upset all of you! I’m not mad, I promise!”

How could you be mad? There was some miscommunication, sure, but now that you had an idea of what was going on, you were mostly just confused. Confused and a little flustered.

Jackie relaxed in your hold, hiccuping into your chest.

“Um… may I ask a few questions though?” You asked, curious if Jackie would even be able to answer. You had a feeling he had broken a few rules the Kings had put in place for the drones just to calm you down.

You really didn’t want him to get in any more trouble, but you really wanted to know. If anything, you’d happily take the blame and heat if they tried.

Jackie hesitated a moment, before you felt him nod against you. He leaned back, and you were relieved to see he didn’t seem to be crying anymore.

“What do you want to know?”

There were several things, but you decided to start with what really confused you.

“How come the Kings want me to be a Queen? I thought they didn’t need one with both of them being a King?”

Jackie avoided your gaze for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to explain it that wouldn’t get his wings ripped off later by an angry King.

He pulled back two arms, and anxiously began to fiddle with his hands.

“Well… what I’m about to tell you kind of ties with half the reason we wanted to ask you to stay. But I want to make it clear that it's not the only reason.”

Nodding slowly, you gestured for him to continue.

“We… well, the Kings- they have the pheromones and the build for bee hybrid royalty, but since they were drones for so long, it is not the same as a Queen. Someone raised from hatching to be a royal.”

That made sense, you supposed, even if it wasn’t completely clear to you.

“The Kings, well… They both wished to make you an offer, being the Queen.”

That still didn’t really tell you what being a Queen meant. It already sounded like it came with a lot of power and responsibility… but it felt like there was a lot you were missing.

“And…?” You asked, fishing for more details.

“The Kings… they can lay eggs. However… they can’t grow them. The eggs won’t hatch, since they aren’t in a place they can grow… they need someone with a, what was it called- oh! A womb I think?”

You felt like your heart dropped through to your stomach, and you must have had a look mirroring what you felt on your face. Jackie looked like he wanted to panic.

“Was that it then? They just want a human incubator?” You asked, stunned.

The feelings in your chest kinda hurt. You felt hurt. Was that why they were being nice? Just so you would agree to be their egg holder?

Was that what all the friendship and kindness had been? Just to have a chance for you to carry their children? You felt a little sick.

Would Emmet have even helped you in the first place, had they not needed you?

Your vision became a bit blurry as thoughts swam through your head.

“Is that why you all had been nice? Just so I might feel obligated to be some incubator?”you spat out, tears threatening to fall.

Jackie pulled back from you as if he had been struck.

“No! No no no! Not at all!” He spoke frantically. Maybe this is why his bosses should have explained it after all…

Still, Jackie refused to let you believe you were just some egg carrier. You were so much more than that.

“It was only going to be an offer! They and the hive were going to reassure you that you would not have to do that if you did not want to! You are under no obligation!”

Your vision was still teary, but your breathing settled a little.

“You mean that?”

Jackie nodded quickly.

“Yes! We still would have helped you, and regardless if you take the offer or not, we still want to have you around! Or at the very least, all of us want to be able to see you again! We all adore you!”

That was honestly a bit more of a relief to hear. The way Jackie looked as he explained it, the look on his face as he spoke, you could tell he really meant it.

“What if I couldn’t lay the eggs? What if they didn’t take?” You asked, the thought popping up into your mind.

It surprised you, asking the question. Just a moment before, you were nearly crying at the idea of being used for eggs, but…

If you weren’t being pressured about it… you were kind of curious. You couldn’t say for sure how you really felt about the idea, but you kind of wanted to give it some thought.

Judging by Jackie’s earlier reaction, you had a feeling you wouldn’t just be tossed to the side.

Jackie let out a sigh.

“Our hive is not in a good spot. It’s why we need a Queen to begin with. But if the eggs cannot take, it will not be your fault.” He began. He still looked fairly nervous despite it all.

“I believe the Kings plan on negotiating with the closest hive down south. Maybe offer some honey in exchange for some larvae or eggs we can raise to be Queens. Without a Queen though, they may try to take the opportunity to destroy and engulf our hive with their own. That… is not ideal. “

Jackie was wrangling his hands again, a bit nervous at the idea of this happening.

Yeah, you could see negotiation being an issue.

“If the eggs didn’t take, I believe you would still be the Queen. We don’t revolt against Queens unless the situation is dire, such as cruel treatment, and destruction of the hive. Like with the last Queen.”

The last sentence had bells ringing in your head. You remember how the last Queen was mentioned to have died. They revolted?

“You all revolted against the last Queen?” You asked carefully.

“She… was awful. She purposely ordered us not to make anymore Queens, ensuring the hive died with her. She had anyone who disobeyed her hurt, or killed. Sometimes even sold off to traders for our bodies. Our stingers and wings fetch a high price for the right person, you know…”

Your stomach almost turned at the thought. Imagining that happening to the sweet drones and Kings you had met, it made you feel incredibly upset.

“I can see why you would revolt, then.”

Jackie nodded grimly.

“Even the Kings don’t like thinking about it.”

You didn’t blame them. The reality of it all sounded fairly grim.

Deciding to change the subject a bit, you thought back to one of the first things Jackie admitted to you.

“So… regardless if I become a Queen… you said the hive wants me to stay? As a mate?” You asked, feeling your face warm.

Jackie then reached back, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

“Um… yes? We weren't supposed to say anything, but we all want it. We didn’t want to overwhelm you, though.”

He then dipped his head, looking off to the side.

“Seems I still managed to accomplish that anyway…” he mumbled, his wings buzzing a bit.

Still trying to process it all, you ended up falling back onto your pillow. A hand ran down your face, as you were clearly deep in thought.

“Okay… so…” you began, trying to piece this all together. Jackie was at your side in an instant, still ready to help in any way needed.

“The Kings want to ask me to take the role of a Queen, or at least stay and be a mate to the hive.”

It was a statement, more than a question.

Jackie nodded at you.

“Correct.”

You then bit your lip as you thought about it

“And if I’m comfortable with it, carry their eggs, and try to help the hive. If not, then at least help be a political stand in so other hives aren’t tempted to attack.”

Jackie nodded, albeit a bit slower.

“Correct. There would be no pressure to immediately try taking eggs. If you are not up for it, they will search for another solution.”

That was a reassuring thought, if you were to take the offer.

Still, you heaved out a sigh and looked at the ceiling of the room.

Jackie twitched nervously beside you.

“How would I even be a Queen anyway? You said they had to be raised as such…”

It made you really wonder how it would work, being a Queen, that is.

You were human, not a hybrid. You had no means of doing most Queen things, you were sure. You didn’t even have Queen pheromones!

Jackie seemed to perk up though.

“Royal Jelly!”

The glance you gave him had him rolling back to explain.

“Our Kings, despite being drones for a majority of their lives, ate the jelly. When they did, they changed. Their scent, their height, the loss of a set of arms…”

That thought had you wrapping your arms around yourself in horror.

“It wouldn’t happen to you though! They only did because Queens have only one set of arms. It was apparently painless too.”

That last bit wasn’t super reassuring, but you weren’t a hybrid, so you hoped you wouldn’t be losing an arm.

“Okay… what would happen to me, then?”

You wouldn’t agree to a deal unless you had a decent idea of what would happen to your body. You did not want to take any major risks.

Jackie simply buzzed, giving you a smile.

“You’ll develop Queen hormones and pheromones!”

He said it in such a way as if he were sure of the outcome..

“How are you so positive about that?”

Jackie stood up straighter.

“Humans have eaten royal jelly before. Both from regular bees, and from hybrid hives. To you guys, it was simply a treat to eat. However…”

He leaned in close, his grin almost as big as Emmet’s.

“Us hybrids were able to sense a difference in their scents. They didn’t eat it consistently, but it was there. The human scientists smelled like a Queen.”

Your mouth opened into a ‘o’.

“Since the humans didn’t belong to a hive, there were no bees to follow them. All hybrids noticed it was the presence of a Queen, but they already had their own Queen, and steered clear instinctually.”

You leaned back into your pillow.

“So… I’d be seen as this hive’s Queen in all but the fact I’m not a hybrid? Would drones follow orders like I was a Queen?”

It was a weird thought. You know that pheromones are a reason drones follow most orders. If they saw you as a Queen, would they be instinctually inclined to follow most orders you gave out?

The thought was heavy in your stomach.

Though you thought back to Ingo and Emmet. Despite having the same ‘pheromones’, the drones seemed fully capable of thinking for themselves, and had proved it by revolting against the last Queen.

It was a little silly, but you were glad. You didn’t want to force the sweet bees to do anything they might be opposed to just because you smell a specific way.

Sighing, you rubbed your temples.

If you were being honest…. It didn’t sound like a bad deal.

You admittedly liked it here. Dare you say it, you loved this place.

This place was so nice. Everyone had been so kind.

Even with the stuff Jackie had told you, you couldn’t lie. There was still a large attraction to the hybrids and the Kings. The fact that the hive wanted you both romantically and sexually… it excited you.

But… this was a big offer. One you couldn’t just rush into making.

Especially given, you know, you had a traumatic, life threatening experience to get to this point. That, and no doubt you had a storm waiting for you the moment you went back up top into the city.

There was a lot you’d have to handle first, even if you accepted.

There was work, something you had avoided thinking about since you heard that last voicemail.

Then there was everything else. Your dingy apartment, your so called family, the few people you somewhat considered friends….

Wow, your life kinda sucked.

But until now, it had been the norm.

After all of this though, did you really want to go back? Even if you didn’t like it, you had some responsibilities…

Though you’d admit, it was becoming more and more tempting to drop them in favor of staying here…

Hearing a noise to your side, you were pulled out of your thoughts at Jackie’s anxious buzzing. He looked like an absolute wreck all of the sudden.

“I… I need to tell the Kings… I need to tell them I told you, against their wishes. Please excuse me-“

Ah, that had to be it. No doubt he feared punishment.

Well, you wouldn’t let that happen.

Quickly, you sat up, and grabbed one of his hands. Jackie was a bit startled by the action, and let out a small yelp when you tugged him back to the bed.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“Huh?!”

Scooting over, you patted the side of the bed.

“I don’t understand-“ he began, unsure what you were trying to do. You huffed.

“You seem worried about having to tell the Kings about telling me everything. I won’t let you tell them alone when I specifically asked for information. If you are to be punished, they will include me.”

You loathed the idea of Jackie taking heat for answering your questions, and being so honest with you.

Though you doubted the Kings would be horrible with punishments, you still didn’t know them as well as you would have liked. You had no idea how they handled disobedience.

If Jackie were to be punished, then fine. You will take it with him.

Jackie almost bursting into tears and hugging your side tightly took you by surprise.

“I’m sorry, if I upset you-“ you began, only to be cut off when Jackie leaned back to give you a big, teary grin.

“Thank you.”

He practically nestles under the covers next to you, keeping his upper body out for his wings before snuggling close.

This was the first time a drone had really snuggled you. It felt nice.

It also makes your face feel a little hot, but seeing how relaxed Jackie became after snuggling close… It makes it all worth it.

Slowly, you felt yourself beginning to drift off, your mind still flooded with thoughts and decisions on what you would do.

Though, as you felt Jackie snuggle close, you couldn’t help but feel like you knew what your heart really wanted.

However, that would be a choice you’d make after you woke up. You needed a long nap after everything you’ve learned.

Jackie meanwhile was trying not to burst from all the feelings running through his chest.

Even though he was anxious, he felt so happy at your side.

He really believed you would make an amazing Queen.

[r0-boat]

Ooh I can't wait to see where this goes.

Poor bees :( Emmet is probably out for blood right now

Honey Bee Mine

@r0-boat has a beemas au that I adore so here we are

Queen Reader ahead!

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Right when the morning starts, that’s when the hive is at its busiest. Every drone has a duty to perform, and distractions have yet to set in, so the hive was already abuzz and busy busy busy.

Except within the royal chambers.

The Kings are hard at work already, keeping order and directing the hive’s resources as they’re needed. The Queen, however, has been left to sleep in. Their duties have yet to start, and no drone nor King dare wishes to interrupt their sweet slumber. They will rise naturally, and be greeted sweetly by their devoted hive.

But that has yet to happen.

"Why can't I just fly down??" Comes the irritated whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the hive working around the royal chambers. "It'd be quicker!"

"And louder." A calmer voice replaces. "Slow and easy is the best way, Ashes. You know that."

"They're just bees." Ashes grumbles, carefully sinking his feet into a plush carpet. He sinks into it, wings twitching as the caress of the fabric. He flexes his arms, antennae twitching as he observes the human sleeping before him. "Not like they even smell us, all decked in this shit perfume."

"But there's a million of them." The other says, still hanging by invisible silk. He moves slowly, filling the room with sticky webbing, all around the bed. The skylight lets in the early morning light, which barely catches on the thin strings. "Numbers beat strength, in this regard."

"Shut up, Hunter." Ashes says, leaning down ever so slowly. There's a soft, flowery scent emanating from the little human queen. He only catches a whiff once he's close, though, so he doesn't need to worry about hormones interfering with the plan.

Ashes carefully opens his mouth, breathing goosebumps onto the human's bared shoulder. Licking his teeth, Ashes darts forward, carefully breaking skin. The human jumps, whining and batting away at Ashes.

"Did you kill them?" Hunter asks, tone teasing.

"It's barely enough venom to paralyze them." Ashes snaps back immediately. "I pricked them! That's all."

Hunter hums, clearly amused, and tiptoes through his silk to the bed. The queen easily lifts into the four arm he uses, only grumbling nonsense as they slowly turn, around and around, wrapped in silk.

"'Go?" Comes the soft question. Both boys freeze, frozen still as the queen rolls their head around. Ashes quickly reaches to steady them, cocking a brow at their lidded eyes and large pupils. "'Mmet?"

"Shh," Hunter hushes, tying off the thread bindings, "easy, Honeybee." He quickly pulls more thread forward, hands working in a blur to create a thick band. "Time to be quiet."

With the gag secured, Ashes pulls the queen into his arms. Hunter picks him up, and with the rest of his limbs, carefully climbs from the chambers, through the open skylight.

The guard drones at the doors glance about, curious of the soft buzzing they hear. With a jump, one bursts into the chambers, squealing as they run into sticky silk. Other bees rush to follow after, only to be stuck as well.

"THE QUEEN!!!" Shrieks the original guard. He fights the silk, but it only tangling himself further. "THE QUEEN IS GONE!!!"

Cries alight across the hive in almost a wave. Panicked pheromones choke the air, but the bugs at the tops of the hive, cradling their prize between them, don't react to it. They just smirk at one another, and climb through the hole they chewed out weeks before.

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You wake up to the sound of crackling, and the kiss of a cool breeze. Groaning, you try to shift, to untangle yourself from the blanket cocoon you've created. But it doesn't budge. You press harder against your restraints to no avail.

A laugh breaks through the air, and suddenly you're wide awake.

Before you is a campfire, a pit dug out filled with wood and leaves, smoldering out a deep golden glow. It's nighttime, and you're not in the hive. You're in the middle of what appears to be a forest, and you don't recognize your company.

Ingo and Emmet have regaled you in stories of the world of other bug hybrids before. They spoke at length of all the different bugs that crawled about, hidden from the eyes of the humans who didn't know how to look for them.

The tallest bug stands opposite of the fire, with long wings extending down his back like rainbows. His arms and legs are yellow, almost like your bees, but they lack the soft silver fuzz. Instead, there is only harsh black lines and jagged segmentation that lead back into a large, dangerous-looking stinger.

"Mornin', Queenie." He coos, mouth full of large teeth. "Or should I say evenin'? You slept an awful long time, you know? Didn't wake up once, even with all your little bees screaming for you."

Panic fires through your veins. You twist in your bindings, whimpering against the gag in your mouth. They were screaming? Your bees? They must be beside themselves now, so worried about you. Where were they??

"Easy, Honeybee." Comes another voice, this one low and smooth. You jerk, and see there's another hybrid here. He sits by the fire, one pair of arms carefully crocheting silk together in a long scarf, another nursing a cup of steaming liquid. His many eyes sparkle when they look down upon you. "Don't hurt yourself. We're being paid to bring you back unharmed, after all."

"No fun in it." Remarks the first hybrid, who you expect is a wasp of some sort. His buddy is definitely a spider, what with the silk and limbs and eyes. But what did they want?

They're being paid? And you're supposed to be unharmed?

You watch the wasp stride around the fire, picking up another cup on the ground. He takes a swig of whatever's inside, then plops down onto a fallen log. His wings and stinger both twitch as his body sags back, braced on two of his arms while the other still hold the cup to his lips.

The wasp notices your stare and sneers, baring teeth. You can see the hint of something green in the glint of his canines. “What’re you starin’ at, Queenie?” He asks, a smugness to his harsh tone. “You ain’t ever seen a wasp before?”

You slowly shake your head. For someone in your position, you’ve rarely seen another bug hybrid. Volo was a hornet, you think, but this is the first wasp you’ve seen.

The wasp sputters, wings flapping in his shocked embarrassment. “O-oh.” The spider's soft chuckles don’t help, and the wasp snaps away, face slowly turning greener. “Shut up, Hunter!”

“They keep their queen in a tower of wax and honey,” Hunter chuckles on, unperturbed by his partner’s explosive anger, “and you expect them to know every bug hybrid there is.”

“No I don’t!” The wasp shouts, blazing green in the golden light of the fire. You almost giggle, but a glare from him kills the mirth in your throat. “You’re lucky we’re being paid to bring you back in one piece, Queenie.”

“Don’t listen to him, Honeybee.” Hunter drawls, two hands tying the ends of his silk scarf together. Another pair lift your head, carefully wrapping the soft article around your neck. “Ashes is just a hothead. All buzz, no sting.”

“I don’t buzz.” Ashes snarls. Clearly it’s a sore subject. He must truly hate bees, to despise any relation to them. Hunter hums, and the conversation ends with Ashes stalking off to cool down, or so you hope. You almost relax, but then Hunter tightens the scarf enough to press against your windpipe, and you’re reminded that for all his flare, Ashes probably isn’t the most dangerous side of this partnership.

You swallow heavily, throat flexing against the silk. You miss your bees, miss your hive, and miss your kings most of all.

Where are they? You pray they arrive soon before you arrive at the hands of whoever paid to have you kidnapped.

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oh dear oh dear

~Renee