It's been a long time coming folks, but here it is! Let me know if I should write more chapters, I want to get into writing smut (because it's fun lets be whimsy) so maybe I'll write in some in between scenes in this au!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The bee movie but instead it’s about a kind beekeeper who’s sitting outside one day, mumbling to the world about their problems, and a nearby bee just goes “man that sounds tough.” The beekeeper flips out and there’s the whole “BEES SPEAK ENGLISH??”
and then we learn that this beekeeper has their own small honey company and it’s struggling due to large corporations. And the story becomes about how the bees and humans team to to create a better life for the bees and also save this persons business.
there is a romance plot but it’s told entirely through background characters. These two bees can be seen all throughout the movie, going on a first date, getting in a fight, and eventually moving in together or something idk.
anyways the moral of the movie can be about how kindness is passed along like pollen or something
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! 🐝
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.
