#hive mistress

[dcbinges]

Tales of the Teen Titans #46 (1984) by George Pérez & Marv Wolfman

[queenofcandynsoda]

Does anyone remember the H.I.V.E. Mistress?

[thelvadams]

DEAD SPACE (2008) • dev. Visceral Games

That is what we found in the core of the planet. Mercer calls it the Hive Mind. It’s the source... controlling the necromorphs telepathically.

[kagender]

kiruru X01 - the queen (king?)

[cookiepie111]

˳ ׁ 𝅄 ✧Where rivers flow✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳

A/N : @shotmrmiller has a bath maiden au with ghost I was thinking about könig next thing you know boom! König x black reader. Please like and reblog. Suggestive. Not proofread

• Gladiator könig

• He's never been happier to have a private bath. Having to share with others in the public bath was awful, constantly looking over his shoulder huddled in the corner. In and out. Cleaning is a simple task. When the luxury of a private bath came he snatched it up

• You treat him like something special at least when you're bathing him. The way you wash his hair is nothing short of sinful. Smoothing lathered soap through his hair. Working your hands through his hair to his skull. Slowly. Drawing small circles ito his head when you reach the top. keeping mind to press down just enough to get his toes curling and send shivers through his spine and a rumble out his chest. He's been showing less and less resistance what started as small shivers and rumbles has turned into groaning and rolling hips.

• " Your hair has grown."

" Do you like it?"

"It will be difficult to fight, no?. Do you want me to cut it?"

" mhhh, just tie it up"

• He's always been a messy fighter, never shying away from tearing up his enemies, but now he's looking for a way to get blood, get as messy as he can so he can call you!

• It's cute the way you prepare his baths, like he's some fancy lady he heard you feel out of favour with your mistress.. or she fell from grace.

• full of sweet smelling perfumes, honeyed soap, flower Petels, it's really all wasted on a beast like him. He can't appreciate the flowers nor slowly savour the taste of sweet honey. No, he lays waste to such fields, grabs honey right of out hive like a bear.

• He gets to lay by the bath's edge, arms proped up at the edge. Taking up his heavy arm in your hands, gently rubbing at his body.

• You spend time on every part of his body, working warmth throughout his body with a sponge delicately and lovey.

• It's so embarrassing no one has ever touched him with such softness like he's something delicate. It sturs something up in him. He's so easily ruiled up why you are teasing him so much. He turns to syurp under your touch, thick and sweet

• In his own private bath, he can take up as much space as he likes, thighs spread wide in waiting on the baths edge. Again, gentle circular motions work along leg rising heat in him, but you always stop atop of his thigh

• It must be unnerving the way his stares wholly on you. He wants you to look at him for your eyes to meet and look away bashful like the sweet maiden he knows ( thinks). You are.

• He tries to pull you, laughs when he succeeds, seeing your white linen dress cling to your body. He loves your curls, defying the water coming back dry, untouched by the water.

• The little scowl on your face is the most emotion he's getting out of you. You're always so straight faced and professional when doing your job. A neutral face no matter what happens

• Be grateful he's just pulling you in. When you start to avoid his arms and he feels he's not getting enough attention he'll wait till your back is turned away from the edge of bath paying no mind to crashing water as könig rises out. A stone wall. He'll chase you round the bath. Could you imagine anything scarier. a bull running full speed at you talk nothing of the weapon between his legs. Surprisingly, he doesn't fall he's too quick and aglie on his feet for someone of his size, coming round sharp corners with ease. you, on the other hand, slip, falling right into his arms. Squirming in his tight hold. "Liebling stay still, you're getting me all excited," you freeze, realising his words, hips grinding into yours, matching your pace .

Bath time!

You're not entirely sure who's room he's raided maybe yours or the bath room.... probably accosted some poor noble woman to help him.

His hands move to mimick yours, heavy hand spilling fine smelling liquids and soaps into the bath filling the air with a sick unpleasant sent. The flowers are..dull some how like they're drowning in the water instead of floating atop.

He's /in/ the water with you, pressed up against your back, It's too close to intimate for the baths. he shouldn't be, that's not how things are done.

You frown at the sight of the comb. Too decorative for the baths, the type of comb used for events and ceremonies. His movements are stiff and awkward, like he's never held something in his hand like he isn't one of the strongest fighters here.

You feel the comb at the crown of your skull, slowly work its way down, shaking. "Ow!" These combs weren't made for your hair. They won't work. He stops, and your shoulders drop in relief till he tries again slower this time. His other hand reaches for your hair under the comb, teasing the hair down. " Stop, it won't work"

" It's fine I know what I'm doing"

" No stop"

grumbling rising out from the water. This man just won't listen.

"Come on, I'll make a proper bath for us" calling him over to the display of combs and bath liquids, placing the thick wide tooth comb in his hands. It's amazing his ability to make anything in his hands small.

" You'll have better results using this, okay?" You're not entirely sure he's listening. No, he's too taken aback by the full beauty of your body, brown skin wet and soft from the water, your hair properly soacked now sticks to your shoulders and curls around your face.

"Here"

Your back in the bath now not so nervous anymore now, you can lean into him just a little bit.

It's better now, he takes his time combing through your hair with his fingers, separating the large curls, coiling them around his finger letting them spring back when they fall. It's too much there isn't meant to be this level of intensity at a bath

You're hoping it's the bath that's just too warm, hoping he can't feel the heat that blooms at your cheeks

[blankandhappytales]

Masterlist of stories and flash fiction..

It's about time I got up off my butt and put together an easy to reference list. I'll improve the tags and descriptions in the future, but for now these are all the ones I could find in my search for all my pieces. 😁

New(ish):

Untilted (I'll get round to it!): You could save your friend from being turned into a drone, but why bother when you know she'll be so much hotter as one?

A Change in Perspective: (Slow corruption, tech control, chipped, masturbation, second tense) - You find yourself implanted with a control chip, but every attempt to get it removed just seems to slide out from between your fingers. All is Fair in Love & Hypnotism: (Slice of life, humour, hypnosis, self-care) - A Domme decides to lightly punish her sub for not taking care of herself.

All that Glitters: (Forced femme, rubber, tech-control) - Finn finds a higher calling beyond corporate sabotage

Bambi:

Bambi Betrayal: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, bambification) - Charity attempts to reason with Lex who is under the control of the Bambi virus.

Family Affair: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, minor incest themes) - Charity introduces the joy of Bambi to the local strip club.

Bambi: Banded: (f/f, brainwashing, tech control, betrayal, forced femme.) - A mind control headband? Why not. All shall be blonde and ditzy!

Betrayal is a Dish Best Served Obediently: (Dollification, tech-control, objectification, betrayal) - Rae discovers what has become of her friend after betraying her to the Dolls.

Bimbo Chip: (Tech-control, chipped, VR, Bimbofication) - Emma surrenders to the chip in the back of her neck.

Broadcast Control: (Tech-control) - The radio station prepares for a very special test broadcast.

Chasing the Score: (Tech-control, subtle indoctrination, gaming. f/f) - Getting the high score can open you up to all sorts of interesting messaging.

Cock goes in: (m/f, conditioning, hypnosis) - Alex has provided a rather more-ish way to empty out her mind.

Cocktails and Broomsticks: (Magic, witchcraft, oral fixation) - Your Mistress decides to have a little fun with you whilst out for drinks.

Cum to the Darkside: (f/f, corruption, betrayal, tech control, twinning) - Do you hope that your best friend would ever betray you to oodles of mind control?

Darkest Desires: (tg, succubus, corruption, enthrallment) - George finds out that being damned has some perks and benefits.

Darkest Desires

Enthralled

Hostile Takeover pt.1

Domestic Bliss: (slice of life, maids, hypnosis, very short, f/f) - A parental visit causes a minor argument between Domme and Sub.

Down Slope Doll: (f/f, headphones, brainwashing, tech-control) - If you go down to the slopes today, be none of your friends have other ideas about having some 'fun' with you.

Droned: (f/f, Hive, Assimilation, tech-control, betrayal) - Mia becomes a little more intimate with the hive than she'd like.

Halfway Down the Stairs: (f/f, headphones, tech-control) - Megan finds just enough of herself to try and sneak out of the brainwashing facility to try and save her friends.

Her Perfect Doll: (Forced femme, hypnosis, Fem Domme) - Finn discovers just how deep his hypnotic conditioning goes.

Factory Reset: (Tech control, robotization, damsel in distress, objectification, female solo.): A nosy reporter find herself on a factory production line after asking too many questions.

Franchised Perfection: (Tech-control, transformation, celebrity, forced fem) - The Kardashian brand finds a fresh, new way to franchise itself to the masses.

Looper: (Tattoo, self-induction): A very special tattoo helps Melissa see the hypnotic side of life.

Mal-Adjusted: (Tech control, hypno-virus, corruption, female solo, betrayal): Cassie finds herself under assault by a powerful computer virus hell bent on spreading it's influence.

Nesting Instincts: (Tentacles, corruption, transformation, breast growth, Hive) A researcher is given a fresh purpose when captured by a tentacle nest.

Perfect Pink Kitty: (rubber, slice of life(ish), kitty ears, tech control) - Jake starts to regret agreeing to playing with Jamie as his insecurities get the better of him, but the cute kitty ears he's wearing have other ideas.

Positive Reinforcement: (f/f, slice of life, hypno-positivity) - Martha has a novel way of helping to convince Aya that her coursework really should get done. Repetition Knows Best: (f/f, slice of life, mind control, hypnosis) - Ella toys with her friends mind, building on all the ground work she's laid so far.

Seductive Reasoning: (f/f, hypnosis, conditioning, cougar seduction) - Melissa finds out she really is into older women.

Sisterhood: (gender neutral, assimilation, transformation, bimbofication) - You've been targeted for Bimbofication. Resistance is futile.

Switching Off: (masturbation, headphones, self-conditioning, very short) - Anna helps herself become even more enamored with her Bimbo conditioning.

Symbosis: (conditoning, bimbotization) - Willow learns to accept a new mindset.

The Human Element: (tech-control, objectification, robotization, dollification) - Sometimes it's the human element of your newly minted doll which proves problematic.

The Bonding: (Tentacles, hentai, kidnapping) - If you go down to the woods today... Remember to close your windows, okay? Okay! Their are things that go squelch in the woods, otherwise.

Workplace Distraction: (m/f, very short, work place fun) - Who doesn't want to get hypno-triggered like a good little corporate drone?

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

LMAO, I knew I could count on Imperial Tutor Yu! 😂

***

I am cackling 🤣🤣

Honestly, I think Yanran is too stupid to live and I have no love for this character, but the grandparents are great!

***

Screaming at all these idiotic maids!

If they were in the Qi household, they would all be dead by now.

***

LMAOOOO, the way he jumped up like his ass was on fire 🤣🤣

It seems like she severely miscalculated her odds here.

***

Oh, yes, keep digging your grave 🙄

***

I honestly can't stand her.

All she does is cry and look shocked and bewildered, and then runs to Minglan to solve her problems for her, starting from fixing her shitty embroidery, to reclaiming her dead mother's belongings that she didn't take proper care of to begin with, to advocating for her on huge matters such as that of HER OWN MARRIAGE.

Like, grow a spine. Grow a brain. Learn some life skills (like locking up precious possessions, for example 🙄). And if you can't? THEN SUFFER.

The idea of her with Gu Tingye gives me so much ick and not just because his plan is gross and he is deliberately going after her because she is weak and stupid. The very concept of such a strong, intelligent and capable man with this wet rag of a woman makes me break out in hives.

***

And the way they start playing sad, pitiful music every time she shows up on screen, I cannot 🙄🙄

***

No, you don't understand, Tutor Yu!

It was raining that day, so the ground was slippery! And he just... slipped and fell! Onto Manniang! And his dick just went into her vagina! But like... by accident! Because of the dick-to-vagina homing system that is activated in all young men when they are in the vicinity of a prostitute! It was not his fault at all! And then she was pregnant. And had a baby! And then it happened again! And she had another baby! But it was the circumstances, Tutor Yu! Not his doing at all! Please understand! 🙏🙏

***

Are you not ashamed of speaking such blatant lies?

The only reason you're after this particular woman is because she's too weak to stop you from bringing your mistress and illegitimate kids into your marital home!

***

LMAOOOOOO

WHAT IS SHE DOING??? IS SHE TRYING TO SABOTAGE THIS MARRIAGE? BITCH, HE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FIRST WIFE, GET REAL.

Because even though the grandparents agreed after his pitiful act, THEY AGREED BECAUSE HE SAID THERE WOULD BE NO SECOND WIFE! With her here making a scene at their house, this match is doomed.

***

LMAO, bitch what.

LOL, I love the response "You're completely alive already." Like, shut up.

***

You fucking moron. You imbecile. You deserve every second of being made a fool of because you have a spine of jelly. SAY NO. JUST SAY FUCKING NO. LET HER FUCKING KNEEL, SHE WILL GET UP AS SOON AS HER KNEES GET TIRED. OR BETTER YET, WHEN YOUR PARENTS GET HOME, HAVE HER DRAGGED AWAY. UGH, THIS MAKES ME ANGRY.

***

Good. You are not fit for life.

***

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CHASE HER AWAY?

I'm pretty certain there is some form of law enforcement here that will very much get rid of her for you, especially since she is a literal nobody, making a scene and dragging the reputation of a well-off house. Let her try this at Gu manor and see how it goes! Oh, wait, she did! And it went as well for her there as it could be expected, lol, she almost got her and her daughter's asses sold into slavery, smh.

[jayaury]

Advanced Education

It was so funny. Her mom had always told her to go to college, but now, she was insisting Christine unenroll.

“It’s not doing you any good! You seem dumber than when you went in!.”

But that was so silly. Christine had learned so much since attending BWU.

In fact, its experimental education pods were teaching her all about how good it was to be a bimbo. To be a good drone. An obedient drone to the Hive. To be a good fucktoy to her new owner, as all good drones should be.

And it wasn’t just her mind improving. She was so much bustier since she enrolled. So much lovelier. Her buyer would just love how soft and sexy she was. She would be such a perfect drone for her new master or mistress.

“Christine! Oh my god! What are they doing to you? Let me get you... wait. What is this? No! No, let me go!”

Christine smiled blankly as her mother was lifted into a pod by the cybernetic tentacles. Her protests fading as the helmet went on, her mother’s face going blank as the programming began.

It was funny. Her mother had always insisted Christine study STEM subjects. Well, now they could do it together. Like good drones.

And good drones obey.

[rpking99]

The Hunted

Closed with @padthedemon

Continued From Here

Pad could remember how this all started, taking a back alley as a shortcut home only to be captured and then teased by Venom again....and again....and again. At first it was just her....then he learned she had daughters as they claimed....looking just as vicious as her. Many nights he spent sleeping with all of them piled around him, arms trapped between chest or thighs.

He gulped as he looked at Venom grabbing at her own ass as if daring him for once to take her as she had been the one making all the moves so far and......part of him....most of him seemed to quickly accept that. Slowly he stepped closer, dick throbbing and growing in size as he stood there naked, he had never been giving a new pair of clothing after their first encounter, close enough that it was now resting on her ass.

"And your serious? You want me to pleasure.....your family too?"

Tentacles suddenly emerged from her flesh, wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer. Jerking his body back and forth, making Pad hotdog himself with her fat ass

"We have not been subtle about the desires. For a mate, a pet, for the hive. For myself and my daughters." She hissed "We reproduce asexually, yes. But... Physically pleasure is still desirable for our bodies. Do you wish to be inside your Mistress~?"

[dcbinges]

Tales of the Teen Titans #46 (1984) by George Pérez & Marv Wolfman

[2treez]

There was a time when almost every rural British family who kept bees followed a strange tradition.

Whenever there was a death in the family, someone had to go out to the hives and tell the bees of the terrible loss that had befallen the family.

Failing to do so often resulted in further losses such as the bees leaving the hive, or not producing enough honey or even dying.

Traditionally, the bees were kept abreast of not only deaths but all important family matters including births, marriages, and long absence due to journeys. If the bees were not told, all sorts of calamities were thought to happen. This peculiar custom is known as “telling the bees”.

The practice of telling the bees may have its origins in Celtic mythology that held that bees were the link between our world and the spirit world. So if you had any message that you wished to pass to someone who was dead, all you had to do was tell the bees and they would pass along the message.

The typical way to tell the bees was for the head of the household, or “goodwife of the house” to go out to the hives, knock gently to get the attention of the bees, and then softly murmur in a doleful tune the solemn news.

Little rhymes developed over the centuries specific to a particular region. In Nottinghamshire, the wife of the dead was heard singing quietly in front of the hive,

“The master's dead, but don't you go; Your mistress will be a good mistress to you.”

In Germany, a similar couplet was heard,

“Little bee, our lord is dead; Leave me not in my distress”.

But the relationship between bees and humans goes beyond superstition. It’s a fact, that bees help humans survive. 70 of the top 100 crop species that feed 90% of the human population rely on bees for pollination.

Without them, these plants would cease to exist and with it all animals that eat those plants. This can have a cascading effect that would ripple catastrophically up the food chain.

Losing a beehive is much worse than losing a supply of honey. The consequences are life threatening.

The act of telling the bees emphasizes this deep connection humans share with the insect.

Art: The Bee Friend, a painting by Hans Thoma (1839–1924)

🌳🐝🌳

[mrtwizz]

Snow On The Beach [Part Three]

Alternative Title: Xavier and Tyler annoying Y/n for five thousand words straight

Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader slow burn series

Warnings: Xavier and Tyler slander, mentions of murder, hinted underaged drinking, just typical Wednesday stuff

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Wednesday and Y/n seek out more information about Joseph Crackstone, Y/n is pining after the Addams girl. And Wednesday is beginning to enjoy her presence? That's impossible, Y/n is just interested in the murder investigation...right?

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Quick note: I used the word to describe the reader's skin as 'pale' but I'm referring to the way skin pales when there's no blood in the body. I explain that in the fic but I wanted to clear that up before you read, this is an inclusive fic and is not targeted at white people. this fic is targeted for whoever wants to read it.

Eugene, Wednesday and Y/n make their way around the old building, all dressed in pilgrim garb. 

“Eugene, give me your retainer.” Wednesday demands, looking at the lock to the meeting house. 

“What? Why? Your teeth are really good, not as straight or white as Enid’s but-” Eugene begins to ramble.

Wednesday cuts the boy off, “Hand it over.”

The girl sticks her hand out, gesturing for Eugene to put his retainer in her hand.

Eugene takes it out and wipes it on his sleeve, “What if Mistress Arlene catches us?” 

“Hive code, deny everything.” Wednesday responds. 

“That’s not hive code!” Eugene exclaims, clearly not used to the girl’s mannerisms. 

“What’s the deal with this Crackstone anyways?” Y/n asks, watching as Wednesday picks the lock. 

“Stop talking, keep watch.” Wednesday says to Eugene, handing him his gently used retainer back. 

Y/n follows Wednesday into the old meeting house, she lets Thing out of her bag and moves to stand in front of a creepy statue of some dude. The dude Y/n assumed to be Crackstone, looked like every other ugly middle aged white man she’d ever seen.

Thing tugged at the hem of Wednesday's dress and gestured over to a painting. 

“The Old Meeting House, 1625.” Wednesday read out loud and studied the painting. 

An old oil painting depicting a man, presumably Joseph Crackstone, standing over a fire gesturing out to a crowd. As Y/n looked closer she could make out the details of one of the girl’s faces, the girl stood out. She was dressed in a darker dress, and without a bonnet to cover her hair. And if Y/n stared at the girl's face long enough, it resembles that of a blonde Wednesday Addams.

“Wednesday…she kind of looks like you.” Y/n mumbled, not looking away from the painting. 

“This is the girl from my vision.” Wednesday said, referencing the vision she had the day of the Poe Cup, “She’s even holding the same book. The black one she had outside Crackstone’s Crypt.” 

The girl with black braids moved to where a dusty book sat in a display case next to a dagger. Y/n held open the glass so Wednesday could grab the book. 

“This is the book,” Wednesday’s usually flat voice held something akin to excitement, “Codex Umbrarum.”

Wednesday turned to Y/n, “That’s Latin for ‘Book of Shadows’.” The fair skinned girl opened the book only to be bitterly disappointed, “Great, it’s a fake.” 

She slammed the book shut, “I don’t know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler.” 

Y/n would have laughed at how out of touch Wednesday was with the current world, except the door swung open.

An angry Arelene stormed through, holding an unwilling Eugene by the ear, “Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?” 

“Mistress Arlene, how now?” Wednesday pretends to be pleased by the red haired woman’s presence, as if she weren’t doing what she was told not to do. 

Y/n realized that Wednesday was a little too good at lying her way through things, and probably just as good at manipulating others to do her bidding. 

“How now, indeed.” Arlene sneers, “I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me.” 

Eugene spoke up, “I told her the door was unlocked, and that you were dying to learn more about Crackstone.” 

“Yes, and this display case was already open.” Wednesday lied. 

“That book’s a replica.” Arlene said, not believing their lies. 

Wednesday’s sharp tone came back, “You don’t say.” 

“The original was stolen last month, during the two o’clock witch trial.” The woman informs.

“It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?” Wednesday questions. 

Y/n thought that Wednesday made a good point, almost thirty dollars a ticket? That’s absurd. 

“Hold thy tongue. I’m reassigning the three of you, to fudge churning duty.” Arlene spits out. 

“The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?” Wednesday demands to know. 

Arlene huffs, “How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April.” 

Y/n and Wednesday snuck out from under Arlene’s watchful eye before they both could go mad. Wednesday directed their walk towards the coffee house, claiming she needed help finding the Old Meeting house. 

Wednesday stood, staring at a corkboard with all sorts of clippings attached to it. While Y/n shifted her gaze between the corkboard and to Wednesday’s side profile, noting the slope of her nose. And the way her eyelashes were so long they almost looked like they were fake, but Y/n knew better of the girl to assume they were extensions. 

“I thought you two were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.” Xavier Thorpe’s voice came from behind the pair. 

“Deserted it while our sanity was still intact.” Wednesday spoke, moving over to the counter where a little brass bell sat. 

“Oh yeah? Want a coffee?” The boy leaned against the counter,”It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at the pitiful boy’s futile attempts at flirting, “We’re here for Tyler actually, need his help with something.” 

Xavier’s expression fell, “Y/n, you know he’s bad news.” 

“Yup,” Y/n brushed him off, hitting the little bell on the countertop. 

Tyler came from around the back and there was immediate tension between the two boys, “You rang?” 

Xavier scoffed and walked off, “Want the usual?” 

“And some help,” Wednesday turned to open and place her map on the table, “You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one for the 1600s?” She turned to face Tyler, “Do you know if it’s still around?” 

“What’s left is out in Cobham Woods, but it’s pretty much a ruin.” Tyler glanced at Y/n, who stood at Wednesday’s other shoulder. 

“Show me.” The girl orders. 

Tyler stutters before pointing on the map, “There, but, look it’s kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads used that place as a crash pad. My dad had to clear it out every couple of weeks.” 

Wednesday turns her focus from the boy to the map, “What’s this about?” 

“Nothing.” She grabs the map and refolds it. 

“You’re becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing.” Tyler notes. 

“Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands?” Wednesday asks sarcastically. 

Y/n let’s out a huff of air that could be considered a laugh at the mental image of Wednesday Addams in a One Direction tee-shirt. Wednesday turns to look at the other girl as the two begin to walk out, “Thank you for your help.” 

“Hey listen,” Tyler says, causing Y/n to turn around, “the ruins are kind of tricky to find.” 

“Wednesday and I are big girls Tyler, I bet we can find them ourselves.” Y/n flashes a fake smile, all while just so happening to flash her elongated canines in the process. 

“I know my way around the great outdoors.” Wednesday adds. 

“Don’t tell me you were a Girl Scout.” Tyler jokes. 

“I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast,” Wednesday deapans, “actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that.” 

Y/n laughs at Wednesday’s absurd family history, and the look on Tyler’s face as the two turn around for the second time to leave. The two pass Xavier who looks at Wednesday longingly as they exit the building. 

The duo make their way out to the forest where Tyler had told them the original Meeting House had been. The forest was eerie, and the worst part was the crows that cawed from above. There was a thick layer of fog that surrounded the trees and made it difficult for Y/n to navigate, but Wednesday seemed to have no problem in doing so. 

They eventually made their way to what was now the ruins of the old house. Wednesday sat her bag on the ground, allowing Thing to once more leave its confides, as she walked further into the ruins. 

Y/n looked around as Wednesday turned to face her and Thing, “I was expecting more too.” 

“Who are you talking to, little girl?” An old man with nappy white hair and scruffy beard spoke from behind her. 

While Y/n clutched at her undead heart, though Wednesday seemed unphased. 

Instead she turned to speak to him, “Use the words ‘little’ and ‘girl’ to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” 

This enraged the man, “This is my place. Get out.” He hollered. 

“Thing, a hand here?” Wednesday addressed her trusty appendage. 

The hand scurried from his spot on the ground next to Y/n, and up the man’s leg to his beard. He tightly grasped the beard, causing him to shriek. The man wrestled the hand as Wednesday looked around some more. 

Y/n wondered how Thing was able to have, for lack of better words, the upper hand to the man with two hands and full body. She then realized that she should stop questioning logistics when it came to the Addams family, and that chances are there are either no answers. Or the answer would make even less sense than what is going on. She watched as Thing seemingly dragged the blond old man out of the ruins. 

“There’s nothing here.” Wednesday comments. 

Thing signs to the Addams girl, “No, I can’t just touch something.” She walked and looked around, looking for something she had to have missed, “My visions seem to happen spontaneously.” Both girls look back at Thing and his furious signing, “I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice.” 

Wednesday sounds appalled by the suggestion of asking her mother, and Y/n notes to not bring up her mother in any conversation. 

Thing touches the ruin by his fingers, “Oh, you want me to prove it to you?” Wednesday slaps a stump of wood, not looking away from the hand. 

“Wednesday, do you think that’s the best idea?” Y/n asks, watching as she touches things. 

The girl disregards her concerns, “No.” She throws both hands against the wall, “Nothing.” 

“Ah I bet this will give us some real insight.” She says sarcastically, holding a bag up, before dramatically throwing her head back. 

Y/n becomes to feel more on edge, an uneasy feeling sinking its way into her gut. Telling her something bad was going to happen. 

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” Wednesday grumbles, picking up her bag and moving to leave the ruins. 

As she touches the gate her body goes rigid and her head throws itself backwards, throwing her mind into yet another vision. This time Y/n is quick enough to catch her body as it spins and falls to the hard ground. 

Y/n sat there as rain began to pour, soaking the three of them. Until Wednesday woke from her trance with a start, sitting straight up. 

“Y/n, Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams,” Wednesday recalls, “and I believe she’s my ancestor from four-hundred years ago.” 

Y/n hears something from beyond the ruins, and Wednesday must have heard it too. Both girls get up from the mud and walk to the destroyed wood. 

Y/n looks past the wood between the cracks and into the woods, “Must’ve been the old man from earlier.” 

She looks again only to come eye to eye with a beast, she lets out a horrified shriek and stumbles back into Wednesday. 

“Come on, come on!” Wednesday exclaims, wanting to follow the man killing beast. 

The two run until the paw prints become footprints, and Wednesday crouches down to examine them.  

“The monster’s human.” Wednesday voices what both girls had realized. 

The footsteps of another come up behind the girls, “What the hell are you doing?” 

The voice belonged to Xavier, he had impeccable timing didn't he? 

Wednesday quickly stands and faces the boy, “We were following the monster.” 

“You saw it?” Xavier is standing under an umbrella, “It’s here? Do you have a death wish or something?”  Y/n shrugs, “I can’t really die, so.” 

“What exactly are you doing here?” Wednesday’s attitude suddenly switches, she’d realized his perfect timing as well. 

“I overheard you two saying you were going to check out the old meeting house. Guess you’re lucky I showed up when I did.” Xavier spoke, looking out past the girls. 

“We did learn one thing, the monster is human.” Wednesday informs the tall boy, “Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones.” 

“Show me.” 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn to where the prints had lied only moments prior, now being completely washed away from the downpour.  “Rain washed them away.” Y/n states the obvious. 

Xavier scoffs, “I know what I saw, and Y/n saw it too.” Wednesday defends. 

“I’m trying to keep an open mind.” Xavier says, trying not to smile. 

“How big of you.” Wednesday mutters. 

The three of them begin walking, “I do think you guys were right about Rowan.” 

Y/n turns to the boy, “Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet over spring break, and go snowboarding like we did last year.” Xavier states, “This time he texted right back, said he wouldn’t be able to make it.” 

“Only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday says, following the trick Xavier played on ‘Rowan’.

“And the mystery continues.” Y/n adds. 

“Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness.” He pauses, “I didn’t want to think something bad had happened.” “The cover-up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday states, causing both Y/n and Xavier to look at the girl. 

“Now I need you to be honest with me,” Xavier stops, making the two stop with him, “why’d you go out to the old meeting house in the first place?” 

“I was trying to learn more about Crackstone, and Y/n didn’t want me going alone.’ Wednesday states, “Figure out how he’s connected to this.” 

“Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?” Xavier looks at Wednesday.

“What makes you think I have any?” Wednesday pretends to not know what he’s talking about. 

“Lucky guess. When did they start?” The boy presses. 

“About a year ago.” Wednesday turns so they can keep walking, “When they happen, it feels like I’m touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation.” She remarks, causing Y/n to look at her. 

“Yeah, but you can’t control it, and that freaks you out.”  Xavier continues, “My dad’s a psychic.”

“Vincent Thorpe.” Wednesday says, “My brother’s his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times that I’m surprised it’s not imprinted on his eyeballs.” Wednesday speaks of her brother with a peculiar sort of fondness. One that only someone with a younger brother could truly understand. 

“So I’ve lived with the self-described master. And the first thing he’ll tell you is that psychic visions can’t be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture.” Xavier explains. 

“I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me, as clearly as I’m seeing you or Y/n now.” Wednesday stopped walking, “He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“Okay he was a sadistic asshole. So what? It was four-hundred years ago. It’s got nothing to do with now.” Xavier spoke like every guy that never paid attention in a single history class Y/n had ever attended, which had been far too many. 

“But what if it does?” Wednesday questions, “You saw Rowan’s drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“You’re creating a story in your head, and using visions to back it up.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the way Xavier spoke to the girl in front of him, “They’re telling you what you want to see.” 

Wednesday is appalled, “Are you mansplaining my power?” 

Xavier rolls his eyes as he scoffs, “All I’m saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions. And let’s be honest, emotion isn’t your strong suit.” 

Wednesday looks to where Y/n stood behind her, “I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster.” 

Wednesday turns to face Xavier momentarily, “Whoever it is.” Before quickening her pace. 

Y/n sat with Enid as she got ready for her date with Ajax. 

Enid turned to Wednesday who was trying to write her novel, “Too much?” 

Wednesday turned to glance at the shirt the blonde werewolf held up and sighed, “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” 

Enid ignores Wednesday’s comment and turns to Y/n with another option, “So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off of that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn’t even get to do my dance routine.” 

“Oh no, what a pity.” Y/n laughs at Enid’s dramatic behavior. 

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?” Enid asks nobody in particular, the girl was really just talking to herself. 

Wednesday stops typing once more, “You’re going to be late.” 

Enid panics, “Is this outfit good enough?” 

“I already told you three times it was perfect.” Y/n tries to comfort her best friend. 

“Wish me luck.” Enid picks up her light pink coat. 

“If he breaks your heart, I will nail-gun his.” Wednesday says. 

Enid hugs Y/n before heading out, “Tell me everything.” 

Y/n continues to lay in Enid’s bed, not wanting to listen to Bianca go on about whatever happened to her today. Not after such a long day, instead she listened to Wednesday type away at her novel. 

An hour later Enid came back to the dorm, sobbing. Both Y/n and Wednesday do their best to console the distraught werewolf. But with little luck, she ends up crying herself to sleep while laying her head on Y/n’s lap. 

Y/n found herself laying back on Enid’s bed, ignoring the burning sensation in her hips and lower abdomen as she did so. She technically didn’t require blood flow, but her heart still beat like it did when she was alive. She remembered back in the 50s when that witch had made it possible. Y/n can’t quite remember how, too many years had passed.

The witch had made it so her heart could beat. Blood didn’t flow, but it beat as any regular old heart would. It was a sensation that Y/n didn’t require but she missed, she also mimicked breathing so much so that she believed that she needed to.

Y/n yearned to be human for so many years, she once would have done anything to go back to that fateful night and save herself. She would have saved herself from all of those lonely years, and would have married whatever man her parents suited. She thinks about how unhappy she would have been married to a man, a loveless marriage just like her parents’. 

Y/n drifted to sleep thinking about how horrid her life would have been had she not been killed that fateful night. She wakes once to the sound of Wednesday speaking to Thing as the two of them try to sneak out of the dorm. But Y/n decides to ignore it as Enid snores loudly, still using her thighs as pillows.

The next morning consists of getting up, and watching Wednesday as she puts up a board with photos that look like they're from a crime scene. Y/n doesn’t say anything as she watches the girl ‘decorate’ her side of the room, soft music that Wednesday must have put on playing as she does so. 

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I didn’t have Ted Bundy’s Pinterest in mind.” Enid says, looking at the pictures. 

Wednesday turns to face the girl, “Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.”

“Is this why you snuck out last night?” Y/n asks, getting up from her position on Enid’s bed. 

“Thing and I made an un-sanctioned trip to the county morgue, to copy the files of the monster's victims.” Wednesday speaks as though this were a normal trip for her. 

Enid shudders with disgust, “Okay there are so many levels of ‘ew’ in that statement and I don’t even know where to begin.” 

Wednesday’s head shakes ever so slightly, “I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I’ve already made a big discovery.” She begins to take pictures off of the black cork board. 

“Turns out, all of the monster’s victims have had body parts surgically removed.” The dark haired girl makes her way to where Enid and Y/n stood. 

She hands pictures to Y/n, “The first one a kidney, the second a finger,” 

Enid begins to feel faint as she looks at the pictures of severed body parts in Y/n’s hands, “Wednesday, I don’t feel so good.” 

“Third, a gallbladder.” She puts a finger up silencing Enid and moves back to her board. 

“And the bearded man, from the meeting house, two toes.” She slaps another picture on top of the small stack in Y/n’s hands, “Do you understand what this means? These murders aren’t mindless.” She goes back to the drawing board once more, continuing about her discovery passionately, “He’s collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It’s quite impressive, actually.” 

Y/n is so focused on Wednesday’s rant she doesn’t notice as Enid’s body sways and her knees give out from beneath her. 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn and look down at a now unconscious Enid, “Thing fetch the smelling salts. Again.” 

“What even is the gallbladder?” Y/n murmurs, staring at the pictures in her hands. 

Later that day Y/n and Wednesday sat next to one another in Botany with Ms Thornhill. 

“While most plants rewards their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery. Or deception.” Ms Thorhill talked about plants while Y/n looked at the purple flower in front of her. 

She could feel the eyes of Xavier burning a hole in the back of her skull, but she didn’t care. What she didn’t realize were the glances that Wednesday Addams stole every once and while. She studied the way Y/n’s face changed when she was paying attention vs when she was daydreaming. Wednesday realized she enjoyed the girl's presence more than she should, and chalked it up to Y/n being interested in her investigation and aided it. 

“The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?” Thornhill asks.

“Nada,” Bianca answers, “just like all the guys at the Rave’N.” 

A few kids stifled laughs, “Okay, okay. I know you’re all excited about Saturday. Which is why I haven’t assigned any homework.” 

Students cheered at the prospect of not having any homework, “But I do still need volunteers or the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here.” Ms Thornhill finished. 

“Not gonna volunteer? That’s your strongest suit. Y’know, disco balls, spiked punch, and too drunk teen outcasts. Sounds like your kind of crowd.” Y/n teased Wednesday, who looked less than excited about the dance. 

“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.” Wednesday responds, causing Y/n to smile, “I’ll probably do that anyway.” 

Both of them turn to grab their things, “Or you could invite someone, have some fun?” Y/n tried not to let her teasing tone drop, masking the twinge of hope she had. 

Wednesday ignores Y/n’s comment as they pack up the rest of their things, instead the scratches on Xavier’s neck caught her attention. He was her prime suspect of her investigation after all, she wouldn’t be caught alive thinking about something other than her investigation. 

“Don’t look so glum, I’m sure someone else will ask you to the Rave’N!” Enid tried to cheer Y/n up. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t even want to go to the dance.” Y/n lied, though she was not as skilled of a liar as she thought she was. 

“Whatever you say.” Enid mumbles. 

Later that day Bianca catches Y/n as she was in the library, studying between classes for an upcoming exam. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Bianca greeted, sitting next to the vampire. 

“Hi, Bianca.” Y/n greeted the same way, feeling weary of the siren. 

“Well, seeing as neither of us have dates to the Rav’N. And I’m assuming Enid already has a date, the two of us could go together. As friends, of course.” Bianca asks, well no not asks she says. 

“Oh! Well, how do you know I don’t have a date?” Y/n asked. 

“Because a certain pig-tailed goth asked Xavier. He told me all about it already.” Bianca said, not thinking about sugar coating it for the girl. 

“Oh, well it’s up to Wednesday who she goes with.” Y/n responds, sounding defeated. 

“We can go together, baddest bitch duo.” Bianca says. 

“Yeah, you’re right. We can go together.” Y/n responds, ignoring the ache deep within her soul. 

“Great, sounds like a plan. I’ll leave you to your studying.” Bianca gets up and leaves. 

Y/n didn’t know what game Bianca was playing at, but she decided she would go along with it anyways. After the conversation she had with Bianca, the studying she had once been doing was long forgotten.

Y/n packed up her notebooks and pens and made her way to her safe place, Enid’s dorm. Even though it was shared with the same girl that made her soul ache in ways she had never felt it ache before, it was still the most comforting place for her to be. 

“Oh my God! Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave’N!” Enid squeals as Y/n enters the room, unannounced. 

‘Jeez rub it in some more universe.’ Y/n thought to herself, before plastering on a smile. 

“My stars, Hell must have frozen over.” Y/n joked, letting her presence be known. 

“You know what you need now?” Enid asked. 

“A bullet to the head.” Wednesday responded coldly. 

“No! A dress!” Enid cries out. 

“I already have one.” Wednesday deadpans. 

Enid looks at the girl horrified, “Not the one you showed up here in, that thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate.” Enid turns to Y/n, “Back me up here.” 

Y/n puts her hands up, “Hey don’t drag me into this.” 

“Whatever, Thing?” Enid turns to where the hand sits on the music stand. 

Thing responds by putting his thumb up.

“You need something that screams, ‘First date. Stand back bitches! I have arrived!’.” Enid exclaims, “And I know just the place.” 

The next day after classes Enid drags Y/n and angry Wednesday to Jerricho to find dresses for the Rave’N. 

The three stand in front of the frilly and pink boutique, ‘Hawte Kewture’. 

“What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?” Wednesday asks, horrified. 

“Our first group shopping spree!” Enid squeals, excited, “Y/n and I have them all the time, but this is the first one with you! The dance committee’s suggesting all white to match the theme, but that’s not gonna fly with us.” 

Y/n adjusts her sunglasses in the reflection of the shop windows. 

“Well, I have more pressing business to worry about than a stupid dress, for a dance I don’t even want to attend.” Wednesday says, turning to face the other two girls. 

“But I thought we were bonding.” Enid says, clearly upset. 

“I feel I’ll only slow you two down, you’re gazelles. I’m a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and go run with the pack.” Wednesday looked over as Yoko and Divina walked into the brightly colored shop. 

“You sure?” Y/n asked, knowing damn well that Wednesday Addams did not want to go shopping. 

Enid laces her fingers with Y/n’s and drags her along into the shop. Y/n was immediately overwhelmed by the different fragrances hitting her nose and the soft noise of some pop songs that were on the radio. 

“You alright?” Enid asked, seeing Y/n scrunch her nose up. 

“Oh, yeah just a lot of different smells. They don’t all compliment each other.” Y/n mentions, moving to look at the racks of dresses. 

Quickly Enid begins to find dresses to try on, Y/n moves between the racks. Gently touching fabrics she thinks would feel nice against her skin. 

Minutes later Enid returns, putting dresses back on the racks before shuffling through more. Shopping was Enid Sinclair’s superpower, she might not have been able to wolf out. But she was a God at finding just the perfect outfit for any occasion. 

Y/n mindlessly looked at dresses, not really caring for any of the ones she’d seen. 

Enid gasped as she saw a light blue dress, she grabbed it to look at it better.

“Try this on, now.” Enid demanded, shoving the dress into the vampire’s arms. 

“Okay, miss bossy pants.” Y/n teases, moving to the dressing rooms. 

Y/n takes notice of the way the silk material feels between her fingers, the pale blue glinting in the harsh lighting of the dressing room. She quickly takes off the purple pin-striped uniform that was issued to her at the beginning of the school year. Y/n had since taken it into her own hands and changed it, made it more her. 

Her first years back at Nevermore, Weems had gotten mad and punished her for the altercations to the uniform. But after the second year she had decided it wasn’t worth the fight, and allowed the ‘young’ vampire to express herself within reason. 

Y/n carefully slipped the dress on, and zipped it up before looking in the mirror adjusting the straps so it fit properly. She stared at herself in the mirror, taking in the dress. Then taking in the way the dress looked on her. It perfectly complemented her skin, which had paled over the years from a lack of blood flowing through her veins. 

She had decided that this was the dress and quickly changed back into her school uniform. She left the dressing room with the dress in hand, she found a pair of white heels to go with the dress and purchased the items. 

Enid had messaged her letting her know that she stopped by the Weathervane with Yoko and Divina.   

[foolishdragon]

Uhhh guess I gotta introduce my oc Indra. Shes a melanistic silkwing and has a whole Backstory ive been working on. Yesh. Its below the read more bc its quite big. Description in alt. @crypt3ral its quite big but i wanan dhow u this

Indra

Indra's mom: Eri

Indra's dad: Ulysses

Mistress: Rhyssa

Psocid

Psocid's mother: June

Psocid's father: Thorax

Indra is a melanistic silkwing born a couple years after the Tree Wars in Jewel Hive. She wasn’t killed or thrown out because her family’s hivewing mistress thought she had such an exquisite appearance that she couldn’t get rid of her.

However… Silkwings couldn't be black, could they? This was something Indra was always puzzled by. She needed to know why she was the wrong color.

She believed it was because she was a hybrid. It was obvious to her. Silkwings never had black scales, but hivewings always did. After her metamorphosis, she didn't get an assigned partner because her mistress wanted her to focus on helping her. This was allowed because the mistress was rich.

Until she meets Psocid, an albino hivewing with no black scales. In fact, his scales had no color at all.

He is seen an outcast of the tribe. Hivewings belive his family has been cursed, to give them a godless heathen as a son.

Indra's misstress is the equivalent of a psychic and claims to be able to heal curses. Of course, Psocid is often brought with them as they spend more and more scales trying to get rid of their son's curse.

Indra is used as a marketing strat to give her more credibility. Like, she was able to connect Indra's parents with Clearsight to give her her black scales, so she would be seen as more respectful than those other silkwings.

Indra doesn't belive a word she says, but she is a silkwing so she gets no rights.

Again, she only doesn't get killed because her mistress insists she is proof of her powers.

During this time, Psocid and Indra become friends, since his parents and her mistress are often in deep private talks about lifting the curse or whatever and leave both alone.

Indra's mom worked for the hivewing mistress. There was a silkwing she loved and wanted to start a family with but he wasn't her assigned partner. She still had Indra with him, but when she was born with all black scales, her parents saw this as a bad omen, that what they were doing was wrong, so the guy left for a different Hive, and she gave Indra away to her mistress.

The mistress ratted her out almost immediately (but was allowed to keep Indra, as the guards didn't know that she had black scales, and again, she was rich. The only thing that can topple being rich is status). Her punishment for adultery was jail, and because she refused to reveal who the father was, she got stuck there for life.

Psocid's family, after the mistress slowly but surely drained them of their welth but their son was still white as snow and hadn't darkned a bit, started getting more and more suspicions that this "curse lift" wasn't working. They called her out, she acted like the problem was that they never had any faith in her so the healing process wasn't working, they shut it but decided to investigate.

Psocid's mother was a guard, which meant she had access to prison records. Soon she discovered that Indra's mother was in the prison (during the initial conversations the mistress let her name accidentally slip by) and went in to question her.

The mother wasn't eager at all to help a hivewing, but eventually told her story to Psocid's mother under one condition: she would be allowed to see her daughter again, even if its just once.

During one of the sessions, Psocid's mother exuses herself and goes to talk with Indra. She tells Indra that she can let her go see her mother, but she firstly has to gather proof that the mistress's powers are fake, and the best way to do that is by revealing that she didn't actually connect her with Clearsight, that she was simply born this way.

Indra, so blinded by the urge to see her mother, fails to realize that by doing this she is digging her own grave, by revealing that she isn't actually blessed.

After it gets out that Indra was born from an adulterous relation and that the mistress doesn't actually have anything to do with her black scales, the mistress is arrested for scamming dragons with her fake powers, and Indra also gets arrested for being a symbol of blasphemy.

Psocid's mother doesn't help her get out of jail, saying that she will not ruin her reputation by saving a silkwing. She does one good thing, and that is making sure Indra ends up in a cell close to her mother. But that's it, and only because the jail is mostly empty and she can choose whatever cells the prisioners get put into.

Indra's mother and Indra get to talk, and she reveals to Indra who her father really is. Indra is shocked she isn't a hybrid, like she was so sure of, but really wants to meet her father.

Psocid, in the dragon equivalent of "bring your kid to work", helps Indra and her mother get out of prison. He is risking everything to help them because he is really close to Indra, she was the only one who didn't make fun of his scales or thought he was cursed, or wanted to change him completly.

They escape, undetected. Psocid because of his sensitivity to sunlight is always covered in veils and fabrics, and blends in perfectly with the other fancy hivewings in Jewel Hive, so he uses that to lead both away. Again taking advantage of the fact no one looks at silkwings specially if they have a hivewing near them.

Indra's mother reveals Indra's father name, description and the Hive he said he would be working at.

But the mistress denounced them so now dragons are looking closely at silkwings. So they get spotted and have to run. This is brought to the attention of Wasp and she uses her mind control powers to possess Psocid and force him to bring Indra and her mother out of hiding.

But because Psocid isn't that strong physically nor does he have any hivewing powers Indra's mother can take him down. Using her silk Indra makes a little blindfold for him so that Wasp cannot see their location.

Indra insists they take Psocid with them because he saved them, and they can somehow find a way of cutting the connection with Wasp. Her mother argues that he'll just be a liability and could get them arrested. In the end Indra wins.

Her mother then says is best if they run away instead of going to look for Indra's father, as it will only put him at risk of getting caught too. She still loves him and doesn't want him to get in trouble for sheltering them. Indra reluctantly agrees. Wasp has been listening closely in Psocid's body and sends in guards to the location they're at.

Indra's mother and Indra, carrying Psocid with them, run away, out of Jewel Hive, and fly through the savannah. Guards pursue them, but they narrowly escape.

Eventually Wasp loses interest and lets Psocid go. She makes everyone belive she killed the runaways and everyone is like "good ridance, glad we got rid of the blasphemous hivewing and silkwing." Execept for Psocid's mother who is trying her best to find her son.

Indra, her mom and Psocid keep flying. They are flying along the river, and while Indra's mom isn't happy with walking so out in the open, specifically because of Psocid's scales, but there isn't any other option. She shields him as best as she can with her wings and Indra is doing more swimming than walking because her black scales absorb the sunlight and make her overheat. Her mom isn't happy about this either, who knows what kind of dangers are inside the water but there isn't much she can do.

Psocid feels bad. He feels like hes gonna get possessed by Wasp at any moment and let her know of their location.

They are going to Vinegaroon Hive, where Indra's father lives. They spend a while inside the Hive, trying to look for them, but eventually they give up and leave, unware that they have been spotted by some guards. Word travels, and reaches the ears of Psocid's mother, who up until now had been in a mad dash to find her son (or his corpse, since no one gave her closure on what exactly had gone down) hears the words "sickly pale hivewing traveling with a light blue silkwing and a weird dark colored silkwing" and starts making preparations to travel to Vinegaroon Hive.

Outside, just near Beetle Lake, there's a small fishing settlement. Its not big enough to call a town or a village, but some hivewings moved there so they could fish the well known fish from Vinegaroon Hive and, with permisson from Lady Vinegaroon and Queen Wasp, brought their families and silkwing servants with them.

One of those silkwings happens to be Ulysses, Indra's father, who sees her pass by and recognizes the pale blue scales of Eri, and how the black scaled dragon beside her looks nothing like a hivewing. He thinks he's hallucinating. Wasp had chased her around and then killed her, he had heard his hivewing employers say over the strange mind control Wasp had.

But one night, when everyone was asleep, he walked outside to drink water, and there she was. Eri, and his daughter, the one he abandoned as soon as she hatched. He wished he was wrong, but he only knew of one silkwing with scales as black as the night sky. They were accompanied by a white hivewing with big red eyes.

They meet, reconciliation or something, he apologizes for abandoning Eri and Indra, they ask that he help them.

"Help you... with what exactly?" He asks.

"I don't know. Hide. Get away. So we can live our lives. Psocid here is also with us." Eri says.

"I cant. I cant do anything. But maybe..."

Ulysses then reveals that up north from Beetle Lake, if the rumours are true, then there are dragons living there. No one has ever been able to confirm, because all that go there to investigate, including elite hivewing soldiers directed by Queen Wasp, either came back empty handed or never came back at all.

What do they do in such place? He doesn't know. But because not even Queen Wasp can get inside, it must be pretty secure. Eri doesn't buy this. She thinks its too convinient and too suspicious. Plus, the three of them are tired from the trip. Ulysses says that they could rest around here for a couple days. They can meet at midnight, and since the fields around beetle lake are filled with mounds, very tall grass and places to hide, they can stay safe for a while until they decide on the next step of their journey.

This continues for a couple days, but eventually, June arrives and starts searching Vinegaroon Hive from top to bottom. Being the dragon equivalent of head of the police force in Jewel Hive doesn't give her much authority in Vinegaroon Hive, but she is a desperate mother and does not let up, even if it puts her career at risk.

She's conducting this opperation alone. Involving her soldiers would attract too much unwanted attention, and doubting Queen Wasp's word would be, as her husband said, seen as treason and she could go to jail or even get killed for that. Her and Thorax had a huge fight over this, with him beliving that Psocid is dead and all of this is just her being in denial because why would their good Queen Wasp ever lie to them and really, what chances did a dragonet who is weak to the sun have of surviving in the savannah, and her fully ready to throw Wasp's judgment out of the window if it meant her son was alive.

Eventually she finds her way into the village, in the middle of the night, and sees Eri, Ulysses, Indra and Psocid.

"YOU!" She snarls at them. "Wasp thought you were dead, but look at you, just as alive as you were in the day you stole my kid from me."

"Mother, they-" Psocid tries to calm her, but it doesn't work. She says she's going to announce to everyone that they are still alive (without thinking of the consequences of calling Wasp a liar) and make sure they are dealt with this time, either rotting in jail or dead, and this includes Ulysses too, because taking care of prisioners is a crime, and so is cheating on your assigned partner.

June is making enough of a commotion that dragons are waking and walking outside to see what's up, so the group flies away as fast as they can, heading north, with June on their tails.

They pass by a little forest, and Indra and Psocid are confused because they've been told their whole life that trees were only avaliable in the Poison Jungle and Wasp had taken them all down, but there isnt time to question it with the hivewings of Beetle Lake curious to see what happened and June flying right behind them, trying to grab Psocid and go back to the Hives.

Up north they find mountains, with a long winding river, and have to land because they are all too tired to continue flying. The ground cover is strange, and Indra has a distinc feeling that this isn't what green grass is supposed to look like. June of course keeps flying overhead, and manages to snatch Psocid. As soon as hes out of the ground and before Ulysses, Eri or Indra have time to fly after June, vines shoot from below and pull them into the Earth, and Indra sees that the ground cover wasn't grass, but thick sturdy vines that pull them under the cover and return back to normal.

Three dragons are there, waiting for them. A silkwing and two brown dragons that they dont immediately recognize. They are shocked to know there are still some leafwings around, alive and kicking and that they have just been saved by a group of dragons that refuses to follow Wasp's orders and has been living in peace underground even before the Tree Wars.

These two leafwings, Eucalyptus and Snakeroot come from the Poison Jungle. They are from the first generation after the Poison/Sap split, when the "dragons from these two subtribes cannot interact" rule wasn't all that solidified. So they ran away togheter, and ended up on the other side of the continent. The silkwing, Metalmark, is a blind silkwing from Beetle Lake. Their mistress was an old, old hivewing, that cared a lot for them, even going as far as considering them a part of her family more than her own kids (who pretty much abandoned her the minute they got the chance to go live the more sofisticated life in the Hives) so when she died, she left some stuff on her will for Metalmark. Her kids didn't like this, and came after Metalmark to demand what they "stole" from them. Knowing full well they would not survive a trial against a hivewing, Metalmark ran away.

Indra wants them to get Psocid too, to save him from June, but the 3 refuse, saying he'll just be a liability because of Wasp's mind control. Snakeroot points out that getting them in front of two hivewings was dangerous as is, but Eucalyptus insisted. Indra retorts saying that Wasp thinks Psocid is dead, and if June ever reveals that they are alive and implies Wasp lied, they are more likely to execute her for treason than to belive her.

They still refuse, Metalmark remarking that they can't feel them anymore which means they probably are still flying and are impossible to reach. The canopy that serves as ground cover took years of dedicated leafspeakers to grow, and neither Snakeroot nor Eucalyptus are strong enough to move them very high, even working togheter.

Snakeroot, Eucalyptus and Metalmark take them deeper, to the actual settlement. To their surprise they actually start going up instead of down, and its revealed that the mountains have extense cave systems that go almost to their peak, so everyone doesn't need to stay 6 feet under. (Said by Snakeroot)

Aboveground, June has Psocid in a firm grip and is flying him back to the hives. However, the sun is starting to rise and Psocid doesn't have his veils, which means that his scales will likely burn in the sun as they dont have time to get to the Hives before the sun rises completly. June doesn't want to land, she saw the three silkwings being eaten by the ground, and is fearful that the vines will steal her son as well.

With the sun rising, Psocid insists even more, and June finally caves in and lands, in the forest they saw earlier. They both land in a tree branch, and don't say anything to eachother.

Psocid asks about the forest.

"Where do you think Wasp gets stuff to make paper from for all the books in her library?," June replies, "Where to you think she got all that treestuff to repair Mantis Hive when part of it collapsed? As much as she might deny it, we need the trees."

"But... doesnt treestuff come from shrubs? And the paper we use comes from silk, doesn't it?" Psocid asks.

"Those shrubs are more leaves than sap. Sap is what we use as glue to keep the hives togheter. If you get a talonful of treestuff from a shrub you're lucky. The trees just speed up the process enough for it to be profitable. And you're correct, most of the paper we use comes from silk, but the finest, most pristine books that end up in the Wasp Hive Library are made from real trees. We need the trees as much as we need the silkwings."

"I find it funny that we need the silkwings so much, yet treat them like they're less than dirt." Psocid says, even if he doesn't find it funny at all. Neither are laughing, and June doesn't say anything else.

The sun is up now, and they cannot leave the forest, not if they want to risk Psocid's scales burning.

Psocid asks about his father. June tells him he didn't care, that Thorax fully belives him dead. June is unsure if he cares about her either. She has the disctint feeling that if he cared he would have come with her.

While they wait for the sun to go back down, June does a bit of self reflection. She had been so caught up in trying to get her son back that she hadn't really thought of the consequences of actually bringing him back to the Hives and proving Wasp lied when she announced he was dead.

They couldn't go back to the Hives. But where would they go?

Psocid suggested they go back to the vine floor thing, and explained what Ulysses had told them. June sighs and agrees.

At sunset, when the sunlight isn't as harsh they can make it back.

Metalmark senses them and Snakeroot and Eucalyptus bring them both down, blindfolded for safery. Indra vouches for Psocid, saying that he's her friend and Wasp declared him dead, so she wont be possessing him. She does have her doubts about June, but Psocid swears she is on their side now.

The moments afterwards are very awkward. Psocid never had a good relashionship with his mother and June sees how much the stunt with Rhyssa damaged him and how being constantly trying to change him was not a "mother knows best" situation, and more of her trying to mold him to fit their status. They try to rebuild their relashionship togheter but it will take time.

The end (for now)

No, not really I wanted to add more but its a work in progress so no true ending for now lol.

[isabeauwolf]

I don't know who's other oc's would do this but, Mary would drag Tomura out of his room to made the man take a shower and make him something to eat.

--------- sneak peak ------

Did this male on survive on instant ramen and energy drinks? Was Kurogiri not feeding him? Mary though every time she caught a glimpse of the lanky males body, the poor man was underweight and she didn't like it. She couldn't help it, the nurturer in her was screaming to give this stubborn, bratty, whiny man baby some actual food.

From the videos All For One had send her as part of her request, she man was quick on his feet and a quick thinker when push comes to shove, but it won't be enough, if the man wanted to surpass his Master. He needed to build his body with muscle to throw people off in case he's unable to use his hands.

Another thing she noticed was his constant scratching. It reminded her of Kai's hives whenever he used his quirk, but instead of hives or a rash appearing on Tomura's neck, he would just keep scratching whenever he was frustrated, irritated or stressed.

A coping mechanism, if she had to guess.

If Tomura scratched at his neck whenever she was around she would slap his hand away and threaten to place her pair of quirk erasing handcuffs she used for capturing her targets; that made him shut up.

His face burned a bright shade of red. From anger or embarrassment, she didn't care.

It's only been almost a week and this is already going to be a long training session. Mary though and inwardly sighed.

"Fine, whatever," he huffed, sliding off the bar stool and marching around the bar towards his room in the back. "I'm continue gaming so I don't have to look at your ugly face," muttering under his breath and gritting his teeth.

Mary giggled it was fun to tease Tomura Shigaraki, it was clear that he was a loner, and she imagined that his deadly quirk didn't make things any easier.

Kurogiri walked through the threshold, his brightly yellow orbs staring hard at the she-wolf. "Lady Silver, why do you tease Master Tomura so much? It seems unwise to anger him."

Mary blinked, "He doesn't need to be babied, Kurogiri. If he's going to be a man-child and act like a baby, throwing temper tantrums while I'm trying to offer him guidance than I'll treat him like a child." She sighed, tying her long silver-white hair into a high ponytail, "All For One wants me to train him in leadership. I can't do my job, if he's being difficult. We are running out of time and my time limit is almost up." She walked over towards the mist user, squeezing by and continued down the hall, following Tomura's scent. "I'm retiring after I'm married."

Kurogiri's eyes widen, quickly turning and watch walk away. "So soon after your return, Lady Silver? Have you already found a mate?"

Mary stopped in her tracks, ear twitching and she tilted her head from the shock in his usually calm voice. "Yes, Kurogiri. A promise is a promise, and I intend to keep it." She left it there and kept walking.

It makes sense, she has only been back in Japan for a few weeks.

A pout formed on her lips, her engagement to Kai wasn't official until tomorrow morning. Then everyone in the underground will know of their arranged marriage and their wedding soon after; followed by the rest of the world. She will still be her clans heir, next head and queen, but she will be forced to stop taking on requests; the missions and assassinations will be carried out by her men.

Reaching a door that had the Tomura's name on the door, Mary closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled and knocked on the door.

The man's rough voice answered, "I'm busy, go away."

Mary's smile widened as she swallowed back a giggle forming in the back of her throat, and knocked again.

"Dammit, I said go the fuck away!" He raised his voice, irritation and annoyance clear.

Mary turned the handle, finding it unlocked. Rookie 0, Mistress 1 she inwardly laughed, opening the door, watching as the man behind the door jumped, he was sitting on a beanbag, and he nearly disintegrated his controlled in his hands, if his pinky's hadn't halted.

Crimson iris' meeting violet and gold, his shock and surprise morphed into disbelief, anger and then rage. "What the fuck are you doing in my room, wolf bitch?" He growled, twisting his body to half way face her. "I said that I wanted to be left alone. Now get out."

Mary glanced around the room, Tomura's scent was everywhere.

Everywhere she looked, she saw opened and empty soda and energy drink cans, dirty clothes cluttering the floor. The inner clean freak in her was going off and she had to stop herself from snorting through her nose as her lips tightened into a strained, sickly sweet smile. Curse my overly cleaning nature, thanks Gramps.

Crossing the threshold, into his room and stood right behind him as the man before her glared harder, scowling. "What?" Pausing his game and placing his controller down onto the floor, turning towards her fully, waiting. "Whatever your gonna say spit it out already."

"God, it smells like stale musk, and a gaming loser in here." She's laugh "Come on, time to get out and touch grass, newbie!" Curled her lips into a smirk as she grabbed the back of his black long-sleeved shirt, dragged Tomura from his room, kicked, seething and cursing as he threatened to turn her into dust. "Wouldn't wanna anger your Master, gamer boy. I ain't leaving until you bath and eat something."

They reached the bathroom, she let him go, giggling as he quickly and instinctively jumped away from her, stood and glared. She tilted her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "What? Do I need to bath you like a baby too?"

His crimson eyes widen underneath his mop of light blue hair. "Of course not!" He growled, a deep blush reddening his cheeks. "Get the hell out of here you, perverted wolf!" His hands twitching, curling and uncurling.

Mary chuckled, "Nudity doesn't matter to me." She twirling on her heels, her back to him, giving him privacy, tail swishing back and forth lazily. "Whatever naughty and sinful thoughts are you thinking in that head of yours, online junky?"

"Nothing, dammit!" He growled, walked into the bathroom, slamming the door, locking it. Tomura stripped hastily, mumbling and cursing underneath his breath. "Damned wolfy." With a four fingered touch, practiced ease, he turned on the water and walked into the shower, body jolting in shock at the cold water before it warmed up. "Stupid, nosy, bossy, woman."

"I can hear you loud and clear, even through the water running, newbie." Mary commented behind the door, raising her voice.

Tomura turned, glaring through his wet hair as he jumped once more and cursed when he dropped the soap. "Are you my guard dog now, or what? Why are you lurking outside the bathroom?" He question, picking it back up, lathering up the bar of soap in his hands with four fingers. The unfamiliar scent hit his nose, his brows furrowed. What the fuck? This isn't my usual soap. Cocking his head as it clicked, where this familiar feminine scent came from, oh come the fuck on! Tomura stared at the bubbles, jaw clenching, heat rising in his cheeks once more as his heart thudded hard in his chest, "Were you in my bathroom, wolfy?!"

Mary's string of giggles and cackles were his only answer as she spoke through barks of laughter, "Sorry... sorry... Kurogiri offered me the shower while you were gone... when I came back from my morning run." She huffed out a few more chuckles as she calmed down, breathing labored, "Don't worry, I don't have any cooties or nothing. What are you like five? If it bothers you so much, you can either have it, or I'll take it back, which it is?"

She was in here, naked? Tomura's eyes widened at his own gross thoughts, shaking his head to will the h-scene images away. Damn this woman. His inner bratty self answered and mouth moved before his brain did. "No, I touched it, it's mine now." Why the fuck did he say that?! He gripped the soap against his chest as if she was going to break into the bathroom and take it from him like a spoiled child.

Why did part of him want her to come in?

"Alright, suit yourself." Mary replied without a fight. "I'm going to make you something to eat before going home. Take your time, don't speed-run in there, m'kay?" The floorboards creaked as she walked down the hall and away.

The nerves twisting in Tomura's belly slowly went away as he released the breath he didn't know he was holding and his body relaxed. Leaning his head against the shower wall, closing his eyes and sighed, trying to steady his breathing back to normal. He knows why his Master wanted her to teach him, he knows his Master wouldn't be here forever, and he will have to take up the torch as the next Symbol of Villainy and Evil, the next Overlord and Demon King.

What Tomura doesn't get is why this mysterious wolf woman getting into his head in such short amount of time? He usually doesn't care about other NPC's or mobs unless it was necessary for the quest line to move on.

She's not like the others. She doesn't fear me. She smiles at me, it's genuine and heartfelt. He thought reopening his eyes once more, blinking and sharing at the bar of soap that was hers. He inhaled its scent again, vanilla and brown sugar, it's the same sweet fragrance she wore on her skin earlier. It explains why her hair was damp when he came back, she had used his bathroom, washed and bathed here instead of waiting until she got back home or a motel.

Tomura placed the bar back into the soap holder, placed the lather and suds over his body, he felt himself shudder as goosebumps formed and spread on his skin, releasing a silent gasp. Why? Why was her scent and the though of her running her hands over his body clouding and fogging his mind?

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I know, I talk about Mary's relationship with Overhaul and Dabi a lot on here, so I figured I'd give Tomura some love too.

Compared to her other two mates, Tomura and Mary butt heads a lot.

She doesn't coddle him or baby him, but pamper him and feed him, yes. She can't let the man-child under her charge go hungry.

Well, what's think?

[kc5rings]

So with drone kink the Dominant is a Hive Mistress, Administrator etc, what’s the pikmin play equivalent?

This cannot become a thing, I can’t stress enough that this must not be a thing that happens

sigh

The answer is Captain, obviously it’s Captain.

[noelle666]

Tiny fanfic with no title

Heinrix van Calox/Noelle von Valancius Place and time: Lord Captains quarters, right after the "ice scene"

"Together. We're together. That is all I need".

Heinrix was holding his beloved Lord Captain in his arms: his body started to slowly warm up, the scent of her hair helped him to calm down. Noelle raised her gaze and looked into psyker's eyes:

"Heinrix, I know you will probably tell me there is no need to call for healers because you are strong and capable of taking care of yourself, but please, let me take care of you. You will stay with me tonight".

"I am your eternal servant, - Heinrix smiled faintly, - And will do all what is needed".

In several minutes ex-interrogator was standing under warm streams of water; he leaned back against grey and white marble wall of a shower cabin [1] and looked through the glass door: he saw a blurry silhouette of Noelle, she was doing something and then she rushed out of bedroom, probably to the entrance of her quarters. Even though the distance was not that short and the door's glass was translucent, the man noticed her moves were twitchy, filled with a degree of panic. He continued to look through the glass, waiting; it took less than a minute when Noelle appeared in a room again holding somethink which looked like a tray and something was standing on it. Heinrix exited the cabin, he wiped water off his body and covered himself in a towel.

For several years Noelle was a part of an Ecclesiarchy missionary group: they traveled through two large hive-worlds, visited many communities of loyal Emperor servants, rich and poor, those who are in need and those who bathe in wealth. Most of a time her role was to help sick and dying people, she was skilled in medical science and could comfort with kind words and empathy. Priestess knew how to treat hypothermia but was not sure if her methods could work on psyker who almost turned into an ice statue because of his powers. Still, she couldn't just stand and do nothing. Noelle heard footsteps behind her back while she was conjuring over a beverage she believed could helped her beloved at least a little bit.

"Please, take sit on a bed, it'll take only a moment. It is almost ready, I think..."

The last words were spoken quietly and meditatively, Noelle froze next to a table with a slightly raised hand as if she was calculating something in her mind. Heinrix came closer and smelled a citrus scent; he sat on the edge of the bed and observed what was on a tray: a cup with a spoon, steam was swirling above it, next to it a small bowl filled with sugar cubes and the last one was a little fancy saucer with several pieces of a fruit (Heinrix did not know what it was but remembered he saw short trees on Janus covered with the same fruits, but they were smaller and greener - probably still in a process of growth). The woman took a spoon with her thin elegant fingers, a light sound of it hitting porcelain cup made to think about little bells ringing. Noelle took a cup and gave in to Heinrix.

"What is this?"

"Solian tea. [2] Never thought I could ever drink it again, at least not in the closest future. But it seems Mistress Vyatt and I had something in common. It may sound odd to you but I don't really like recaf. I used to drink the most simple and cheap tea but to me it was the best of all drinks".

"I heard Solian one is a very expensive drink and pretty rare".

"Yes, I foung out they grow it on Janus on limited plantations and only for nobles. Sadly, I don't know about its homeland".

Heinrix took a sip: the drink had rich taste, a little bit or bitterness mixed with sweetness of sugar and notes of sour fruit. Differs from recaf he used to drink, but he couldn't say it was bad, maybe not very stimulating but this effect was not needed under present circumstanses. The tea was warm, psyker drank in one gulp as if it was a medicine and returned a cup to Noelle.

"I am sorry if it looks like a torture to you, - Noelle chuckled and put an empty cup on a tray, although her face expression had no notes of fun, - I hope it helps. Tea and lemons or other citruses usually are the best cures for someone who needs to be warmed up. They say these fruits are very rich with vitamins, but I completely forgot their name. Hm, what was it..."

Heinrix noticed that yet again Noelle's movements become twitchy - she was nervous and trying to cover it with a small talk. The man reached out to priestess' hand and pulled her closer, he embraced her and looked at her. Noelle wanted to avert her eyes, but then she looked at Heinrix and touched his cheek: he looked as usual "him" and no one could've ever guessed that about half an hour ago this man could've been dead. Heinrix started to gently caress his beloved's back, he noticed the tip of her nose turned pink, her lips started to tremble and eyes were about to be filled with tears; he put his head to Noelle's chest and she squeezed him in her arms just the way she did when psyker was about to be swallowed by warp's powers.

The man closed his eyes, he was listening to priestess' heartbeat - it was faster than it should be, her heart was like a little bird caged against its will, trying to break free, so passionate and scared. The same heartbeat helped him to see the real world again and not to dive into dark abyss. And her trembling voice, her words:

"Wake up... please".

Heinrix saw Noelle crying for the first time when they shared a dinner together. That evening had to be a merely sweet date for two of them, but one word after another, and her heart cracked. They both knew their bond is more than spending time together whether it is a game of regicide or more intimate moments but no one ever said the most important words because their road sooner or later supposed to be split in two. You cannot build happiness if you are not fully honest. Heinrix could not lose the one and only who gave him this ablsolute happiness and he did what he was avoiding the whole time (not because of cowardness but because he didn't want to hurt Noelle). He opened his heart and told her about his love which was burning in his chest for some time, he dropped the shackles of silence, and the scales have tipped towards his desires and feelings. And yet there was "duty".. That night Heinrix promissed his beloved he will never hurt her, he will never make her cry again. But he failed. His heart sank when he saw frozen tears on Noelle's cheeks, yet he gathered all his will and strenght to remain calm - this is what she needed since she gave all her powers to save her beloved. She needed peace because it is all over, otherwise she could've been broken into many pieces.

Noelle was combing Heinrix's hair with her fingers, slowly she managed to put all her feelings together. Heinrix looked at her and gently kissed, he smiled as if he said to her that there is nothing to be feared of, no need to worry.

Psyker fell asleep as soon as his head touched a pillow: in one moment his eyes closed and he was swallowed by deep slumber, the moment after he opened his eyes, and it was already morning. Noelle, on the other hand, couldn't really sleep: she was awaking almost every hour to check if everything is alright with her beloved, whether he is breathing or if he is tortured by nightmares. Only closer to morning her restless heart and mind fully calmed down.

"He is with me. I am with him. Where the road will lead us matters not, for nothing can tear us apart anymore".

[1] - Noelle asked to install a shower cabin to her bathroom since she is a humble person and sees no need in huge pool of water.

[2] - Solian tea - an expensive variety of tea. Was mentioned in "Eisenhorn. Xenos" novel. Unfortunately, there are no other detailes.