#beekeeper AU

[tradingjack]

Yaay second piece for the vw reverse bang complete!! ✨️✨️ (ik it's a little late stfu)

My partner @tiltingplanet wrote the sweetest little fic to accompany this, they did a spectacular job and I really hope you'll check it out :D

(more doodles+alt version under read more)

[beelzebby666]

stand alone post for this illustration of a scene from chapter 4 of my fic honeysuckle red by @c-hrona <3

[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

Beekeeper AU Donna by @cookiekitten91 cuz I was also thinking about her and the amusing fact that her job is to just cry into a bucket

[nettlestingsoup]

every time i open the beekeeper au to work on it i find myself honestly bizarrely intimidated and i think it's probably the fact that since i know exactly how many chapters it's going to be, i can extrapolate approximately how many words i have left to write. it's a lot.

[cookiekitten91]

Beekeeper au Donna, she has honeycomb growing out of her face and Angie is a fuzzy little bee. She owns the village meadery and her main job there is to cry into a bucket because her tears are made of honey. She also enjoys rolling around in flower patches.

I used some pretty aggressive gradient mapping because I’m not really satisfied with how this one looks, but it was good practice anyway and pretty fun to draw! 🐝

[frozenprocedural]

Lavender Haze

Or "Alarik finds out just how much Elsa likes his lavender smell".

Set in my Beekeeper AU. Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

INCREDIBLY 'E' UNDER THE CUT.

Lavender Haze

Rating: E

Alarik pulls to a stop in front of the little cabin, admiring the way the sunset colors play across its windows. Beside him, Elsa stirs, letting out a sleepy “hmm?”

“We're here, darling. What do you think?” 

“Oh! How beautiful!”

Alarik grins, enjoying the wide-eyed look of wonder on his wife's face. They'd seen pictures online, of course, but it was nothing compared to the sight in front of them. The cabin- just large enough for the two of them- nestles among neat rows of blooming lavender plants, its wooden walls nearly glowing in the setting sun. The scent of lavender wafts on the breeze- a perfect spot for a weekend away. 

“Let's get our things inside. We should have enough time to walk through the lavender. Good thing we got dinner before getting here!”

It's as they're finishing unpacking when Alarik first notices Elsa's restlessness. She seems distracted, her movements a bit jerky. He chalks it up to the long drive, and hopes the evening walk will help her calm down. 

He offers his arm as they step onto the porch, and after a hesitation so brief he nearly misses it, Elsa takes it. They stroll up the first row or lavender, with him doing most of the talking- whatever comes to mind. Elsa keeps a hold of his arm, but her body is stiff, and eventually he can ignore it no longer. He stops mid-row, and she starts.

“Elsa, is something wrong? You seem… off.”

She avoids his gaze, and just when he thinks she'll try to brush off his question, she answers, her voice strained. 

“The… lavender.”

“The lavender?”

She looks at him then, and he's shocked to see how dilated her pupils are, and how flushed her face is. When she speaks again, a desperate note trembles in her voice. 

“The lavender. It smells like… like you.”

“Oh? Oh.”

He stumbles when she throws herself against him, caught off guard. He grabs her hips as she winds her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she can catch his lips in a searing kiss. She sucks on his bottom lip, her moan vibrating against his mouth, and he shudders. 

She pulls away, just enough so she can speak, her lips tickling his. “I need you.”

Some feral noise escapes his throat, and before he's even aware he's done so, Elsa is in his arms as he takes long strides back to the cabin. She doesn't protest, instead, she clings tighter to him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He can feel her rapid breathing, matching his own. 

He fumbles at the door, unwilling to put her down, and manages to get it open, using his foot to nudge it shut once they're through. Only then does he ease Elsa to the floor, anticipating her needy lunge this time. Their lips meet, and he runs his tongue across hers until she parts them, then plunges into her mouth, running it along her own tongue. Elsa finds the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up until he breaks away to deal with it. 

By the time he's tossed his shirt to one side, she's already shrugged out of her dress and is working on his shorts, her fingers struggling briefly with the button. He takes advantage of her momentary distraction to find the clasp of her bra, pulling it away and groaning at the sight of her bare breasts. 

Elsa shakes her arms free of the bra, momentarily obscuring his view before she returns to attacking the button, letting out a sharp grunt when it opens. She wastes no time in pulling them down, taking his boxers with them. When he reaches for her underwear, she takes his cock in hand, stroking along the length, making him groan again. 

“Slow down, darling. I haven't had a chance to touch you yet.” 

Her hand slips off when he pulls her underwear the rest of the way down, but as soon as he's upright, it returns. 

That won't do. 

He takes her wrists, collecting them into one hand, and before he's even aware that he's done so, Alarik pins them against the wall, above her head. Elsa gasps, staring at him with wide eyes, but just as he's starting to loosen his grip, she tips her head back to look at her trapped wrists and moans. 

He leans closer. “Wait, you liked that?”

Elsa nods and whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut. 

“Don't let go. Please.”

Alarik uses his free hand to brush over her nipple, watching her arch into his touch. A pinch has her gasping. 

“All this because of the lavender?”

Another nod. “I think of you every time I smell it.” She opens her eyes, and despite the flush that creeps across her face, he can see the desire in them. “Especially our wedding night. And… other nights.” 

A strangled curse escapes him, and he leans forward to kiss her, hard, catching her lower lip in his teeth and tugging on it. She moans and presses against him as his free hand finds her other breast, tweaking the nipple. He's rougher than he normally is, but Elsa leans into it, her moaning growing in volume. The sunset illuminates her body in a soft glow, and he hums at the sight. 

“God, you're gorgeous.” 

She shudders, and he gives her nipple one last pinch before lazily sliding his hand down her torso. “So beautiful. Just look at you.”

He reaches her patch of curls, and she lifts one leg, granting him access. He debates teasing her for a bit longer, but even he has his limits, and the desire to feel her warmth wins over. He cups her center and hisses- she's dripping.

Elsa bucks her hips, grinding against the heel of his hand, and he has to bury his head in her neck, inhaling her scent to control himself as her arousal coats his palm. He slips two fingers into her, shuddering at the way her walls grip at them. 

“That's it. Let me take care of you.” His voice takes on a low, husky tone. “You feel so good, so wet.” 

He begins a slow, easy pace, using his thumb to circle her clit, his other fingers searching for the rough patch inside her. When he finds it, he increases his pace, making sure he rubs the spot with each thrust of his fingers. 

Elsa's hips buck against his fingers, while her trapped wrists twist against his hands. Her eyes squeeze shut as she voices a series of soft, breathy “oh!”s. The wet sound his fingers make driving in and out of her makes the whole scene that much more erotic, and Alarik has to force several deep breaths. He's almost painfully hard, the tip of his cock leaking. But he keeps himself in check, focusing on murmuring praise into her ear and nuzzling her neck. 

Her pleasure always comes first. 

His efforts are paying off- he can feel the beginning flutters of her walls against his fingers, hears her voice grow higher and louder in pitch. He's less trapping her wrists as he is holding her now. He pulls back from where he'd been teasing the spot behind her ear, his eyes on her face. 

“Let me see you.”

Her head falls back, body taught, as she screams his name. His fingers are clenched in a pulsing heat, his hand soaked in her release. He draws it out, coaxing a smaller orgasm on the heels of the first, before easing her arms down around his neck and slowly withdrawing his fingers. Even that is enough to make her shudder against him.

“Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?” He pulls back, taking her hands off his neck and examining them closely. The skin of her wrists appears redder than the rest of her arms, but not terribly so. 

“You didn't, I promise. I wanted it, Alarik.” She lifts his hand- the one still coated in her arousal- a heated look on her face, one eyebrow raised. “Couldn't you tell?”

He lifts his own eyebrow in return, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, one at a time, maintaining eye contact as he does so. If Elsa wants to tease, he can give as good as he gets.

“Would you like me to clean you up as well?” He runs his tongue along his lips to catch the last lingering taste of her. 

Elsa's jaw tightens, and she surges forward, pressing against him, hands tangling in his hair as she pulls him into a bruising kiss. 

“No. I want you to take me. Hard.”

Alarik backs her into the wall, her words igniting an inferno within him. It's his turn to kiss hard, pulling on her lower lip, a rumble low in his chest. Her fingers dig into his back, as she grinds against his erection, coating it in her arousal. His body screams for him to drive into her, but he forces himself pause, taking her chin in his hand. 

“Elsa… I need to know… are you certain?”

Elsa breathing remains harsh, but her eyes soften, and she nods. “Yes. If it's too much, I'll tell you. Or…” She takes another panting breath, her hands squeezing his shoulder. “I'll tap your shoulder three times.”

Another shuddering breath, and her pupils dilate again, her expression returning to the needy one of earlier. “But I don't want you to stop. I want you to fuck me.”

Alarik's remaining resistance shattered.

With a growl, his hands drop to her ass, lifting her, and she wraps her legs around him. The adrenaline coursing through his system makes it feel as if she weighs nothing. He lines his cock up to her entrance and drives himself to the hilt, pausing momentarily when he feels her back hit the wall, worried again that he's hurting her. 

“Don't stop!” 

Her words come out as a desperate wail, and then her teeth sink into the junction of his neck and shoulder. 

Alarik yells- there is a sting, but the pleasure it brings is far greater. He's surprised to find out just how much he wants it. He sets a rapid pace, submitting to Elsa's command. 

Elsa digs her fingers and heels into his back, trying to draw him even closer while begging him to “keep going, just like that”. Alarik allows himself to give into his urges, pinning her to the wall so she remains flush against him, unable to move in counter to his thrusts. 

But he can move. 

He shifts his grip, angling himself so he presses deeper. Elsa screams her delight as he rams into her, his abdomen rubbing against her clit each time. Her nails rake along his back, and he digs deep for the last of his resolve, refusing to come before she does. 

“So close, Alarik, I'm so close!”

He grunts, beyond words himself, and somehow manages to go a bit faster, a bit deeper, and it's enough to push her over the edge. Elsa's head falls back as she wails his name. Her walls contract around his cock, and his voice joins hers as he spills deep inside her. 

Alarik eases Elsa's legs back onto the ground, then wraps his arms around her, nuzzling the top of her head as they work to settle their breathing. His hands run along her back, as much a soothing gesture as it is to feel for any injuries. His anxiety returns- what if he hurt her? He'd been so selfish with his own needs, so rough…

Elsa pulls away and takes his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks. “Alarik. I'm perfectly fine. I wanted it that hard. And I know you would have stopped if I needed you to. I know I can trust you.”

She pulls his face down, pressing her forehead to his. “I loved it. Every second. You made me feel so good. Thank you.”  Her eyes shift to look at the bruise forming where she'd bitten him, and her face flushes. “I am so sorry about that.”

“Don't be, please. I actually really liked it.”

Elsa plays her fingers over the mark, and he can't keep from shivering a bit. “I'll have to keep that in mind.” 

They stay in their embrace for a bit longer, until Elsa suggests they clean up and go to bed. 

“Tomorrow morning, you'll just have to take care of me again.” She whispers as he helps her to the room.

Alarik smiles, already anticipating it. 

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Beekeeping in the Daylight by halictus Pairing: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily Rating: T Word Count: 50k Podfic available here Read by: HelloCheshire, read by (ashata) Length: 5 hours Sirius is helping James and Lily conquer as many of their irrational fears as possible before they have their baby, in order to not pass on their fears. One day, Sirius takes a panic-stricken James to a friendly (and handsome) beekeeper. Slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is a dragon known for having the ability to create gold which they’ve hoarded for generations - but what the rumors don’t realize is that what Person A refers to as ‘gold’ is honey, and that Person A has been cultivating and tending to their beehives and garden that their bees feed from for many centuries. Person A has been protecting their various species of bees and plants, and keeping these rare bees and plants alive has been their hobby. Person B is a top of the line adventurer, famed for their talent and abilities, who is sometimes considered a con artist by their clients, only because Person B hates interacting with people and so takes long commission work, the jobs others find impossible and not worth the time it would take to complete. But to fund this lifestyle, Person B demands to be paid for their time and effort. So, as long as a set fee from the commissioner keeps being paid and deposited into Person B’s account, they will continue the search for whatever rumor the wealthy client wants to fund them to look for. The jobs go as long as it takes until Person B finds the object (which happens often enough to keep their reputation good) or until the commissioner gets impatient and stops paying them (in most cases where the rumored item wasn’t real but Person B was willing to give it an effort for the money they’d make from the client’s belief that it might be). When Person B is sent to find Person A’s hoard, and finds it’s all just a vast bee paradise, Person A begs Person B not to ought their precious bee colony, since they’d hate to deal with tourists. Person B, understanding Person A’s concern, agrees. But Person A has barely any actual money since they tend to just sell their honey and beeswax products at nearby fairs or to the local shops in towns not far from their hidden paradise. Person B decides in form of payment, they will be in charge of sales and take a cut of that, continuing to travel far and wide but this time to sell Person A’s products further than Person A is willing to be from their home.

[beelzebby666]

😭❤️ Vash's tattoos. The bees!! And they're both so cute and cozy. Aaaaa.

T4T // Trans Trigun Week

(This one is based on @beelzebby666 's fic, honeysuckle red)

[stardryad]

Beekeeper Steve spending some time chilling with nature and befriending these nice cows (under the loving watch of Eddie, his farmer friend and owner of the land) x

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 326

“So erm, how are we going to explain… this…?” Sam motioned around at the entirety of them with a clawed hand, an unimpressed expression on her maw. 

“I mean, we could just, not do so?” Danny sounded a tiny bit uncertain about that, own claws tapping against his legs from where he sat. “I mean, Tucker seems happy enough-” 

“Okay, I didn’t come here to be called out like this-” 

[beelzebby666]

Chapter 8: in bloom

Chapters: 8/?

Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Livio the Double Fang (Trigun), Razlo the Tri-Punisher of Death (Trigun), Millions Knives (Trigun), Tesla (Trigun), Roberto (Trigun Stampede), E. G. Mine (Trigun)

Additional Tags: Beekeeping, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fuckbuddies, Friends to Lovers, Trans Male Character, Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Canon Disabled Character, Cooking, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Clothed Sex, Sharing a Bed, Skippable Sex Scenes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Switching, Strap Ons, Self Esteem Issues, Cat Dads, Japanese Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Outdoor Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Vash the Stampede's Disordered Eating (Trigun), T-Dick Penetration, Clit Pumping, Tattoos, Bugs & Insects, Sex Toys, Meet the Family

Summary:

Sad and lonely chain-smoking line cook Wolfwood meets a weird guy at the bar who keeps bees for a living.

[lesinquietes]

After four farmer’s markets, Levi makes the mistake of telling Hange about you. He knows the moment your name leaves his mouth that he’s dug his grave. They freak out. They ask him if you’re pretty, if you sell good honey, and if he wants to marry you. Light pink settles like dust across his sun-kissed cheeks as he diverts his sour gaze and mutters that the answers to their questions are irrelevant. They know that means he likes you. Mentally, they make it their mission to set the two of you up.

Hange attends the next market with Levi. They use the excuse that they miss these sorts of things, but he knows better. They just want to catch a glimpse of you. When you arrive to set up your table, they wait eagerly until you’re done to connect. They introduce themselves and gush about your honey stand. Your eye twitches uncomfortably when they shake your hand. Levi smirks. You make eye contact with him. He’s propped up against his stall, arms crossed, thoroughly amused by your reaction to his friend. Hange doesn’t stop until you ask them to give you a little space. Promptly, they apologize and scurry back to the blackette. Giddy as a kid who ate too much candy, they insist that you’re perfect for him.

At the end of the day, Levi tells Hange to leave while he packs up their goods. They oblige, exhausted from chattering with customers all afternoon. Besides, why not give the two of you some alone time while they take a cat nap in the truck? They bid you a good evening and wish you well. You mimic their regard. Levi doesn’t miss the way you roll your eyes when they turn their back, however. He chuckles softly beneath his breath. Maybe you are meant for him.

He approaches you when you’re packed. You look as though you’re expecting him. He asks what you thought of the bespeckled eccentric. Hesitantly, you posit that they seem to mean well. He admits that they’re insanity incarnate. That’s enough to make you break your pleasantries and laugh. He smiles warmly. It’s nice to hear you act natural with him. He feels safe around you, too.

He doesn’t normally bond with others. He’s experienced such vast, heartbreaking loss in his life, that he likes to keep his circle tight. So, it surprised him when he felt an attraction to you. He believes something powerful exists between the two of you.

Before he can stop himself, he asks if you want to have tea with him. It’s a huge risk. You blink and ask him if he means right now. He freezes for a second. He doesn’t have to think hard; the answer comes naturally to him. Yes, now.

By the time seven o’clock hits, you’re on the porch of Erwin’s farm, a cup of lemonade in your hands, reclining on a cozy chair next to Levi. The blonde comes down to greet you. Then, he excuses himself. He wants to give Levi space to do as he pleases with you. Thus, he posits that he’s going to visit Hange. Levi scoffs. He knows they’re going to gossip about him. So what if it’s obvious he’s attracted to you? He thinks half the world would be, if they truly saw you. They don’t see what he does.

Levi fantasizes about scooping you into his strong arms and carrying you into the house. Your legs would wrap around his in a frenzy as he planted kisses along your neckline. Pressing your body close to his, you would grind your core against his desire, vying for him to ruin you. And he would — he fucking would. He would ruin you so that no other can satisfy you like he can; so that he’s the only one you can think of when you reach your peak. You would mewl and moan for him to go harder, to fuck you deeper, to claim you. Why, he laments, are you so goddamn tempting?

But, as he sits across from you, gently nudging his foot into yours, smiling gingerly as you tell him about your family, he knows this isn’t the time for him to act. A sweet thing like you is liable to be frightened of the dominant spirit he harbours if you catch a glimpse of it too soon. He’s not in a rush; he’s content to sit back and learn about you for a while. The time will undoubtedly come wherein he subjects you go every single fantasy he’s manifested in his head.

He listens to you intently, all the while imagining peeling every layer of clothing from your beautiful body.

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[nettlestingsoup]

ficwip's word of the week is hot, so here's an excerpt from the beekeeper au since i never talk about it but i'm still trying to keep it alive in my head!

June fades out in a whirl of flower shows and cycles down country lanes, giving way to a hot and honey-gold July; Jisung stays busy, driving around with Minho and Seungmin to attend and photograph show after show, sitting in his little kitchen in the mornings and sending photos to organiser after organiser. He tries to pace himself as best he can, giving himself time to decompress and enjoy the summer weather, the village toasting like rich coffee beneath the summer sun. His neighbour’s lavender is flowering beautifully, busy with bees, and Jisung always slows his bike to inhale as he goes past on the way to Minho and Seungmin’s house; the market is flush with fresh strawberries, ripe and sweet and dripping juice down Jisung’s chin; out in the outskirts where he cycles, the hedgerows are soft with the flowers of Traveller’s Joy, honeysuckle climbing alongside it like an old familiar friend.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Beekeeper Movie AU

So, Lena is on the run from her mob-connected brother (maybe because she's turned him in to the cops??), and lives in a house all by herself in the middle of nowhere. She starts going through an old shed, for want of something better to do, and runs into a hive of bees. She calls in a professional, who ends up being Kara.

Kara notices that Lena is nervous around the bees (there's something about the buzzing that puts her on edge okay??) and starts rattling off bee facts. She's so passionate about these facts, and the bees themselves, that when Kara mentions that she wants to keep some hives of her own, just doesn't really have a place to keep them since she's basically living out of her truck, that Lena offers both Kara and the bees a place to stay with her.

(No, it's not the safest idea, but when is Lena ever NOT willing to put herself in danger for want of human connection?)

Anyway, Kara takes up residence in the shed, upon her own insistence, but Lena manages to coax her in for mealtimes, and they develop a bond. Kara is softened by Lena's smiles, and Lena is smitten with the rugged outdoorswoman. They're both glad for the company.

But then, one day when Kara is off at the farmers market selling some of her honey, Lex's men find Lena at the house and manage to wrestle her into a van. Lena, for her part, puts up a pretty good fight, and the mess of blood and debris that Kara finds on her return is considerable.

The thing Lex doesn't realize is that Lena's new roommate Kara is, in fact, a retired Beekeeper.

And unfortunately for him, the signs of struggle that Kara finds sends her back into work mode.

With a single call to a former coworker, Kara learns Lena's true identity and her circumstances, which is enough to point her in the right direction. She starts punching and burning her way through Lex's holdings in search of Lena, and Lex does his best to keep Lena out of her reach, thinking that Kara is the feds trying to recover their key witness.

I'm not sure why Lex doesn't just kill Lena. Maybe Lena sabotaged something, and he needs her alive to fix it? Or perhaps some kind of information she has that he needs.... hmm. I'll ponder that later.

In the meantime, it's just chaos and carnage as Kara does her thing. But when it comes down to it, when she faces off against Lex with Lena between them as his human shield, Kara doesn't take the shot. In the end it's Lena, who pulls a Rizzoli and curls herself around the gun Lex points at Kara-- forcing him to shoot himself through her own chest.

Kara manages to save her life-- I like to think maybe the actual cops have been after Kara the whole time trying to stop her rampage, not realizing until the moment they finally catch up that Kara actually had a purpose and that purpose is currently bleeding out in her arms.

When Lena recovers, they both return to the little house in the middle of nowhere, and resuming the keeping of their bees.

[frozenprocedural]

Drabble, 18, Elsarik

Decided to use this for TDOE Day 3- A Christmas Story!

Set in my Beekeeper AU. Alarik, Jenny and Beata belong to @patricia-von-arundel.

Elsarik 18: This is definitely what you think it is

Rating: K

The last of the dishes had loaded into the dishwasher, and everyone retreated to the family room to sit and talk. 

Jenny was nestled against Elsa, and was playing with Elsa's phone as the adults reminisced. 

"Mama, why is Papa's face so funny?"

Elsa felt a brief tinge of panic, glancing towards Alarik before realizing that Jenny was looking at a picture on the phone. She glanced over, and sighed. 

"That happened before you were born. Papa learned a very valuable lesson about bees that day…"

…………………

Five years earlier…

"Alarik Geatland, just what are you doing!?"

Alarik yelped, and Beata, standing next to him, snorted. 

"You're in trooooouuubllllee…" she sang just loud enough for him to hear. He shot her a glare before fixing a smile on his face. 

"This… isn't what you think it is?"

Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose, her brow furrowed. "You're going to try to make a bee beard, aren't you?"

Alarik blinked. "This is… definitely what you think it is? Wait, how did you know?"

Elsa's sigh was long-suffering. "You're wearing a queen cage around your neck. You're standing next to several open frames. And you're filming this!?"

"It's educational, I swear! I'm explaining swarming behaviors! I just want to make it interesting!"

"You are going to get stung."

"Elsa, I promise, I've taken every precaution. Beata and I are experienced beekeepers, the hive is healthy and well-fed, and the bees know me. We have the smoker if anything gets dicey- which it won't! I'll be fine, trust me!"

Elsa narrowed her eyes. "I'm not buying it. But if you want to risk yourself, fine. I'll have 911 dialed."

Alarik grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "It will be amazing! Just watch! Alright, Beata, let me know when you're recording."

Elsa had to admit that, at least at first, things did seem to be going well. Alarik did his part explaining bee behavior, and then came the bees themselves. She did grudgingly see the point- it was incredible to witness so many bees swarming his face simply to be around the queen.

"Oops, one got me."

That's when it went wrong. 

Alarik's calm composure dissolved as it became apparent multiple bees were stinging him. Once he began yelping, Beata stopped the recording, ordering him to jump. 

Beata was right there with the smoker, and while it didn't take them too long to get Alarik clear of the hives, the damage was done. 

……..

"I'm quite impressed with your control, Elsa." 

Elsa looked up from where she was applying hydrocortisone to Alarik's swollen face. "Oh?"

Beata grinned. "I would have said 'I told you so' at least ten times by now."

" 'ou 'ave." Alarik's words were muddled, his puffy lips barely able to move. Beata snorted.

"I figured removing multiple stingers from his face was proof enough." Elsa capped the cream and handed Alarik a bag of frozen peas. 

"Besides," she added, "I have photo evidence."

……….

Present Day

"So what did we learn?" Elsa was looking at Jenny, but her words were directed elsewhere. She heard Alarik sigh.

"Papa shouldn't have made a bee beard." Jenny stated. 

"Thank you, Eldig." Alarik's voice held a tired note, but he was grinning. "But remember, it wasn't the bees' fault. I made them scared, and they were defending the queen."

"I knoooooooooow, Papa!" Jenny rolled her eyes- she'd heard similar statements from him before. She got up and snuggled into his lap. "I'm glad you were okay."

"Me too, Eldig. Me too."