#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

[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 (inprnt)

[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-” 

[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.

[gargoyleandgremlinpress]

I'm declaring it the week of the pamphlet bind, because this is the second of three I've got in my backlogged queue of fanbinds to share.

Sometimes, a vaguely ridiculous idea gets ahold of you and won't let go.

When I discovered that there were not one, but TWO short MDZS modern AU fic with the incredibly specific meet-cute premise of "character A encounters a swarm of bees, and character B is the beekeeper who rescues them," I decided I needed to bind them. Together. And they were both short, so a quick pamphlet bind was the perfect solution.

I think I did this two summers ago, and would probably do a bit better with the text placement on the cover now, but I stand behind all the bee theming in the typeset unreservedly.

There must be something about the Twin Jades of Lan that not one, but TWO authors looked at them and said, you know what? Beekeeper.

So here we have, both with awesome titles, Save the Bees (Ride a Beekeeper) by @ariaste and Covered in Bees by @scarlettohairdye.

Public domain images, cardstock cover, sewn with some orange crochet cotton, because god knows I have enough random thread around. To make up for the disreputable cookie sheet used for an atmospheric industrial space background in my last post, this one is photographed on the orange and yellow stripes of a rainbow plain-weave tablerunner I wove out of the accumulated scrap basket at the weavers' guild.

And lovely authors, if either one of you would like a copy, I would be happy to make you one, or share the digital files with you.

[beelzebby666]

Chapter 10: thunderstorm

Chapters: 10/?

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), Midvalley the Hornfreak (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,Miscommunication, Eventual Happy Ending, they're just really dumb about it first

Summary:

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

[hyacinth-04]

People on discord were talking about a beekeeper Sanji au and the scenes they made were so adorable that I couldn’t resist but draw them! 🐝💖💖💖💖

[profoundbondfanfic]

naked and covered in bees

naked and covered in bees by superhoney Rating: Mature Word Count: 6k

Dean hasn't thought about his old friend Castiel Milton in months. Though they were close in college, they've drifted apart since Cas moved to New York after graduation. But then one little Instagram post brings all of Dean's memories flooding back, and he finds himself wishing he'd had the courage to tell Cas how he really felt about him before he left. God, he's being dramatic about this whole thing. Dean's just going to blame it on the bees.

One thing I love about our Fandom is the never ending number of fics we have, for pretty much in any flavor you're looking for. Genres and all the tropes you can come up with aside, what if you're in the mood to curl up with something meaty, 100k or more, something that will pull you into another world and keep you there? We’ve got a fic for that. Or maybe you're looking for something short and sweet, a quick hit of dopamine before you go about your day, or one to end it.

Naked and covered in bees is one of those fics. Short and sweet, this fic starts with Dean coming across a photo of Cas on Instagram where he is, you guessed it, naked and covered in bees. At this point in their lives, they haven’t spoken for years, drifting apart after graduating college, where Dean harbored a secret crush on his friend. It roars to life when he sees the photo, which he knows he has to ignore, considering Cas lives in New York, while Dean still lives in Kansas. 

Until Dean finds out that Cas is back and staying in his brother Gabriel’s spare room. The rest, as they say, is fanfic history. This fic is cute and sweet, with just the right amount of pining flashbacks to satisfy any cravings. Don’t miss this one! 

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Trade My Heart For Honey by Anonymous Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 64k A witch who thinks she’s a Seer, a Seer who thinks she’s a witch, a former nemesis-turned-something-turned-acquaintance who thinks they could be friends, and a Scottish village full of Muggles who think this is as much their business as the fair folk in the woods. Draco is going to prove them all wrong.