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Queen Wasp x SilkWing!reader

𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤

Requested by @iiWatchingConstellationsii on Quotev

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꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤

It was easy to say that the Pantala ruler was terrifying and made you less thrilled about being around her so much. However you were more or less forced into the position of being Queen Wasp’s garden tender (as the previous one had mysteriously disappeared). It was a real privilege to even go in to see what it contained, such as rare fruit trees that were planted in certain greenhouses.

At first she was skeptical of your presence within them and used to personally watch you with her dark, staring gaze. Needing an output for your overwhelming fear due to this, you began talking to yourself and the plants. It would mostly be about either your friends and family, the other greenhouses you’d visit, or an encounter with a HiveWing. Sometimes it would work enough that you would forget that Queen Wasp was lingering at the door for you to finish and move on.

One day as you were dead heading a yellow rose bush, the thorns snagged into the soft flesh of your talon as you reached for a particularly deep rose in the bush. Hissing, you withdrew by letting the shears drop out of your (f/c) talon to assess the damage. There were various cuts bleeding all over your talon but nothing too serious as they were short protrusions.

You limped around to exit, but was shocked to see that Queen Wasp soundlessly crept up right behind you, leaving you snout to snout with the HiveWing queen.

“My Queen!” you squawk, your antenna curling and flailing your injured talon. “I’m sorry, but it looks like I need to leave…”

Deftly, Queen Wasp caught your talon, moving it around to inspect each individual wound. Each adjustment made you wince until she was satisfied, leaving your talon to its non functional manner yet still in her grasp, set loose in her palm. There was an almost hungry look in her dark eyes as she continued to stare at the bloodied limb, making you suddenly realize that it just might look like a piece of mauled meat that she’d like to snack on.

“P-please. I just want to see a healer,” you now stammered with fear. Although you haven’t heard any rumors of Queen Wasp committing to cannibalism, you really wouldn’t put it past her….

“Oh hush,” she hissed, finally letting go of your talon. “I’m sure the palace healer will suffice.”

Queen Wasp turned and trekked through the small green maze, a glance and a loud buzz of her wings was the signal to follow. With a squeak you stumbled after her. At least you didn’t have to walk to the palace, fluttering into the air as Queen Wasp buzzed upwards, no longer checking if you kept up.

But you were so confused why the Queen insisted to allow her personal healer to perform on such minor injuries. Or maybe she was buttering you up so that your easy to catch and she’ll —

A good head shake made the wild thoughts go away. You really have to stop listening to old Stinkbug and his crazy ramblings.

The wooden exterior of Wasp Hive transitioned into gleaming obsidian, but opted on landing on a sturdy platform that led inside. You tried not to smear any blood upon the floor, but the wood greedily soaked it in. Thankfully the darkness is good at hiding things.

Many workers, both HiveWing and SilkWing, scuttled amongst the heavily adorned hallways but quickly paused to pay mind to Queen Wasp’s presence. She past them without any notice, letting them free of their dazed spell as soon as she casted it. And only made you feel slightly pathetic as you hobbled not-so-gracefully along behind Queen Wasp. As frightening as your queen was, it was fascinating to see the great power she has over her subjects. Queen Wasp was really old (from what you’ve heard Stinkbug rants about her being older than one hundred years) but doesn’t really act like it as her aloof nature doesn’t allow anyone to really gauge the queen. And she looks great for her age too!

Several halls and stairs (and stares) later, the larger queen brought you to the palace healer, who was finishing applying a splint to a soldier. The HiveWing soldier stiffened at the queen’s glare, however the healer made no rush as she wrapped the injured limb into a supportive silk sling.

“And there we go! All done, which means three weeks of light duty until that bone heals,” the healer instructs, casual still. The soldier nods firmly, glancing at Queen Wasp as he limps hastily past you.

The healer finally regards her as he leaves, wearing a protective silk mask over her snout.

“Good day, my queen,” she greets, tapping her talon tips together in an almost amused way. “I was not expecting you of all dragons today.”

A low growl settled in Queen Wasp throat. “As you shouldn’t, Nymph,” she spat. Her tail flicked at you behind her still. “Fix them so they can get back to work.”

Nymph scanned you, brows lifting slightly.

“Of course, you excellence,” she replied, gesturing to you.

With an approving snort from the darker HiveWing, you hobbled further inside and hopped onto the somewhat elevated examination table. Nymph quickly found the problem, with a more gentler method than Queen Wasp’s.

“Were you playing with a pride of pet lions?” she asked, giving your talon back as she went to get other things.

You chuckled. “Not quite.”

“Ah, I thought you were since Queen Wasp seems interested enough,” the HiveWing healer jest as she began to mix herbs in a mortar.

With antenna curling realization, you noticed Queen Wasp was waiting patiently by the door still. For what? You? Weird. You really expected her to leave immediately after dropping you off personally. Maybe she preferred prey whole –

You are going to throttle Stinkbug over these stupid thoughts. (But probably won’t.)

Instead you coughed awkwardly. “I was just trimming something and got cut up, is all. Nothing too serious.”

“You’re certainly right,” Nymph agreed as she carefully covered each individual cut with the plant stuff. It stung as it made contact, making you silently wince.

“This kind of thing can be done at home,” continues the healer, with a touch of smugness. Taking the same sterile silk, Nymph wraps your talon up with the correct pressure and fit perfectly against your wounds.

“Wow! Good as new,” you smile at Nymph as you flexed your limb.

She shrugged, returning your smile. “It’ll heal in days, just don’t keep it wrapped for too long. Have to let the wounds breathe.” Nymph rolled her gaze towards Queen Wasp. “And no dirty work for a week. Have to keep the wounds clean too for a speedy recovery.”

The queen’s scowl deepened, knowing your job can be quite dirty, but could not go against the wise words of her medical advisor.

“Granted,” she hissed before summoning you to her.

You gave Nymph a grateful wave of your (f/c) wing as you now trot along with Queen Wasp. The healer made sure to add extra support to the palm of your talon to prevent painful walking and thus, be able to keep up with her.

It was quiet. Painfully quiet other than the ghostly buzz of distant wings in other places. You weren’t sure why you still were traveling with Queen Wasp. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t officially relieved you of duty, from gardening work yes, but maybe not other stuff and the queen is determined to set you back to a task.

But you took the time to admire the rich designs and art showcased on all of the walls and structural pieces. Most of it was wasp themed and Queen Wasp portrayed in all of the art, always frowning and glaring even among others.

Suddenly your queen stops right in her tracks, almost making you keep going. Almost, as you stumbled back those two steps. You found her planted in front of a medium sized canvas, having two HiveWing subjects. One obviously being Queen Wasp and the other was an optimistic and smiley HiveWing, a rather interesting contrast to her. They were standing close, shoulder to shoulder but arched their necks proudly.

You carefully returned to her side again, studying the portrait with her. It was incredibly tense in that moment, some sort of invisible strain that was in this area for whatever reason. However it made your shiny scales itch, you managed to glance at Queen Wasp to gauge why.

Her frown looked less angry and shockingly sad. Pitched eyes bore into the painting like she wanted it to poof into dust.

In this odd moment of vulnerability, you knew that it was the absolute scariest thing to witness: to see your proud leader crumble, which is what you were witnessing even if it was a tiny hint.

“D-do you want to talk about it, my liege?” you timidly asked her, heart pounding hard against your ribs.

“Frankly I don’t,” Queen Wasp rasped, flicking her wings. “But I will explain: I tried protecting something from an inevitable and unstoppable force. All control is up to nature and time, for everything of course. It’s how life work. It was, however, preventable and that’s where I failed.” She paused. “I’m never going to let my guard down again due to that mistake so long ago. To be on the apex predator of everything and nature will bend to your whims, that’s what I strive for.”

You take this information and lightly mull it over. “Is this why I wasn’t sent home?”

She glanced at you momentarily. “Perhaps.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to eat me?” you ask, almost nervously.

Another pregnant pause before it was broken by a peel of loud cackling. Queen Wasp was laughing, maniacally so and you suddenly felt flushed with incredible embarrassment.

“No,” she breathed, making brief eye contact.

Your pounding heart swelled to see the amused laugh was still on her face, making her smile and at you nonetheless.

Your look must have been obvious as Queen Wasp withdrew her gaze and smile, at least looking not as somber.

“I suppose you will not accept my offer to stay in the palace then,” she mused.

You stammer. “It would be a complete and utter honor, my radiance, but my mother needs my help with her employer. It’s just too much for one dragon.”

“Then I will send more SilkWings to the residence. Tell me who he is and which Hive he lives in,” Queen Wasp retorts.

“Your majesty, I really don’t want to be a bo–“ you tried to protest, only to be silenced swiftly by a firm, black claw.

“I have no bounds to my resources, thistle, for I am your queen and you will do as I say,” Queen Wasp tells you. “And what I order you to do is heal while here. I will accommodate you and your family with what they need during your stay. For I trust no other dragon to touch my plants and hope you will continue to do so.”

“As you wish, my queen,” you say, really having no choice but left utterly confused.

Furthermore, you were left confused as she finally turned away, going back down the hall in way you entered. And back into the silence, only your brain was buzzing with bewildered thoughts.

Maybe Queen Wasp was poisoned and making her irrational or something… but should take advantage of the moment and observe the queen and her weird behavior.

It’s hard being a SilkWing sometimes.

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I’m the same anon who requested the Queen Wasp X reader but I just realized I need to specify what I want the X reader to be, I am trying to decide between Queen Wasp X yandere leafwing reader or sick Queen Wasp X female hivewing reader. Maybe you could choose for me?

Queen Wasp x f!SilkWing!Reader

A/N: I completely read this wrong and got a few things mixed up. Sorry about that (got dyslexia):[

𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤 ꒷꒦ꙮ꒷꒦ 𓆤

There were many things that could never make Queen Wasp back down. Most would think her an unstoppable force, relentless in her pursuits with her power.

But there were occasions where her prowess slipped or just a chance of circumstance. This matter was the latter, having fallen seriously ill after eating a mysterious food. The forager was swiftly sent to the dungeon for their insolence and poisoning the HiveWing queen.

Though even if she was suffering from the affliction, Wasp made sure that her servants were more miserable than herself as she refused their care to help regain her health. Queen Wasp did not need help! She could defeat the poison on her own, like the many other challenges beforehand. Yet as the days dragged on with constant suffering, it chipped at queen enough to allow the healers to finally diagnose her.

Unfortunately, they were not versed enough in the ways of poison and its effects. Venom and poison were different things after all with separating compounds that made them up and thus needing different antidotes. The text they had did not help with the lack of knowledge about the matter, and thus a hive wide search for the most knowledgeable dragon was put into effect to save Queen Wasp.

There was no time to admire the luxurious halls of the castle as you were ushered along hastily into its depths. The guards came to your school, requesting your expertise in the study of Pantalan ecology, something you grew fond of when assigned to research it and grateful for since it meant you were one of the very few SilkWings to leave the hives to do your job. The Poison Forest was a point of great interest for you and thus began your research of the dangerous plants and animals that may dwell there, as well as within the general surroundings. Your knowledge has been used to develop cures and treatments for whenever a dragon ate or came into contact with the wrong thing, though is under credited for being a SilkWing.

Which was why you were here, seemingly, as the HiveWing guards did not disclose exactly why they needed you so promptly but you assumed it had something to do with that. Your bright scales were a pop of color within the majorly black and yellow decor as you were guided to a large dark wood door, trying not to gawk at the rare craftsmanship as it was pushed open.

It revealed a giant room, someone’s sleeping quarters with fine furniture and there was gold and obsidian incorporated in everything. On a hexagonal bed lay the HiveWing queen amongst the black silk sheets. She looked… awful, almost pitiful as she was curled in an unconscious ball, sweating and twitching. The position reminded you of a shriveled dying bug in a dusty corner. There were several nurses milling about trying to make her comfortable. It struck fear into you to see your queen in such a state.

“What happened?” you demanded, forgetting your manners out of concern.

The lead palace healer turned to address you. “It appears that the queen is suffering from an ailment brought on by a poison,” she explains. “Though we don’t entirely know from what or how to treat it.”

“Do you know if it was an animal bite or did she eat something?” you questioned, trying to narrow things down.

“From what I’ve gathered she ate something that the hunting party brought back and the perpetrator claims it was some kind of berries that they gathered near a stream,” she elaborates.

“And she’s been like this for days?” you continued your interrogation.

“For three,” the healer tells you, putting up the amount of talons.

“Alright,” you conclude with a confident flick of your colorful wings. “Let’s start her with a charcoal mixture with water, that will start flushing the toxin from her system to start.”

The HiveWing healer nods, motioning to one of the nearby nurses with a tail wave to fetch it.

Over the next few days you monitored and treated the queen’s symptoms. Queen Wasp was in a coma as her body tried to recover from the affliction.

Gradually she improved, letting out a loud sigh akin to a yawn as the queen roused. Her eyes were already fixed open, and the entire room jumped as the sound wheezed from her while her limbs stretched.

“My queen!” Someone exclaimed as dragons scrambled to tend to Queen Wasp.

A frustrated growl emanated from her, hissing loudly for space to being crowded.

“Back away!” she commands, her servants heeding it. The imposing HiveWing sits up, looking at her talons as though for the first time. “I’m… alive.”

Her dark gaze quickly fell onto you, being the odd one out amongst the other attending HiveWings.

“What is she doing here?” Queen Wasp demands as though you were an unwanted pest, making your scales crawl.

“She is the reason for your revival,” the palace healer, Nymph tells her matter-of-factly. The last thing you expected was for a HiveWing to defend you, though she seems to have grown appreciative towards you while working with her. It left a grateful feeling in your chest to finally be recognized for your work.

Queen Wasp gave a contemplative buzz, somewhat reluctant to regard you.

“You, SilkWing, who are you?”

“My-my name is (Y/n), your majesty. I’m a poison expert,” you tell your queen. “You seemed to have consumed a poisonous berry, possibly a kind of belladonna by mistake.”

She hummed, slightly interested by that fact. SilkWings are so gentle and frail and soft after all. It was an unexpected job for such a creature, perhaps she will have to dig up their records for the possible fluke.

“But, you’re cured, which is all that matters,” you tried to add enthusiastically.

The queen huffed. “Don’t be so foolish. Someone almost killed me. They will be severely punished for their mistake.”

“Indeed, your majesty, the HiveWing is currently in the dungeon since your poisoning,” one of the guards addressed.

“Good, now feed them the same berries,” Queen Wasp orders.

“Your grace, it… it was an accident,” you protested, flinching as she threw a glare at you like obsidian daggers. “They mustn’t have known.”

“I expect better of my HiveWings, especially those who work within the palace,” she tells you. “Which will apply to you as well.

That surprised you, blinking at her.

“What does that —“

“You will be stationed here for further research. I want your knowledge appropriately documented,” Queen Wasp cuts you off. “This will not happen again in my kingdom.

There was no denying your queen, but you were also excited to work for her personally.

“Yes your majesty, I won’t let you down,” you bowed sincerely.

“You will begin your work immediately.” The queen wave’s her wing, summoning a servant to immediately give out a set of commands. “Set her up in one of the palace offices. She will have access to the archives and whatever consults she chooses.”

“But, your health —,” you tried to interject again but this time was interrupted by Nymph.

“You’ve been a tremendous help (Y/n), but we got it from here,” she assures, a smile in her eyes despite her mask.

“Alright, I’ll start right away then,” you nodded in understanding and returned it with your own before being escorted by the HiveWing servant and a guard out of the queen’s quarters to your new work space.

Watching you leave, Queen Wasp beckons to another guard.

“I still want that HiveWing to have those berries shoved down their throat. See to it that it happens.”

The given task was easier than expected, especially considering that most of the research was done by you, meaning you already had a majority of the knowledge gathered. You only requested your own materials for detailed elaboration.

Having access to older texts with previous studies and ancient accounts from LeafWings was a special treat, being able to compare and contrast with what you already have. You expected to come across some notes about using the plant’s poisons against the HiveWings and SilkWings for their nefarious purposes, but surprised to not find any, only speculating that they were more focused on the scientific explanations instead of war efforts.

It wasn’t too long after you began that Queen Wasp surprised you with her presence, thinking she was taking the time to recover as she checked your progress. She was surprisingly invested with the research, asking various questions about toxins and poisons and just what you knew. Of course, you were more than happy to tell her, going on lectures about the different kinds of venom and their effects, how some animals make themselves poisonous, how venoms could be used to cure against other venoms.

“What of HiveWing venom?” asked Queen Wasp one day, looking at a diagram of a halved spider to show its internal and external structures. “What do you make of it?”

You hummed thoughtfully, antennae waving slightly.

“Well, it’s known as a neurotoxin, an effective paralytic agent. Almost everyone knows that,” you say. “It’s proven to be used to incapacitate, to paralyze, prey… among other things.”

“Have you ever been stung?” the queen questioned, leaving her spot to be in your face.

Unexpectedly, she raised a talon to your lithe face, using her thumb claw to hold your chin to look at her. The black pits of her eyes were staring intently into yours to watch your reaction to the question, being close enough to smell her breath that was akin to damp earth. It made your heart thrum like a frantic bird trying to escape your ribcage, no doubt there was a flush to darken your scales.

Only when a sharp point was pressed against the underside of your neck did you realize with cold dread that Queen Wasp extended the stingers in her claws to threaten to soft flesh there.

In newfound fear you stumbled over your words, trying to not become too frantic enough to accidentally prick yourself.

“N—no I—I haven’t, your majesty,” you swiftly replied, forced to stare wide eyed into her observing ones, who had an almost curious expression as though examining an experiment. Yet you couldn’t help but notice them being surrounded with yellow scales compared to her darker ones. “But from the—from the many accounts describing the venom to be v—very painful, I hope not to.”

Had you done something to upset the queen? Were your efforts not enough? Was she bored of the research? Questions were whizzing around your skull as you stood petrified.

“Does that mean you’re a good SilkWing?” It was asked in an amused hiss, finding your terror humorous.

Technically, yes. Just as all SilkWings should be: to follow the rules given and doing your job. There was a fine balance in your work when it came to your research, a difficult thing to achieve as the dangerous things you relied on were outside the Hives. It was an unexpected yet welcomed privilege to be able to do fieldwork outside of the woodstuff walls, to explore and document the world, a rare opportunity. But asking your HiveWing supervisor to do so was like having to convince a sleeping hippo to move, only able to gather the information when he said so. During the period of time of your research of HiveWing venom was nearly impossible as it was a much too personal request to interview or examine them, yet there were a few HiveWings who were happy to boast about their deadliness to you and gathered (many) other reports from Misbehaviors Way describing their experiences when paralyzed.

Even as you surpassed your mentor, you showed plenty of respect for the other dragons, not protesting when he took credit for your efforts despite it making your blood boil as he sang his own “praises” and continued to follow his orders.

As a good SilkWing would do.

The stinger tip dug a centimeter more, threatening to pierce the skin to inject the painful venom, literally pushing for an answer.

“Yes,” you replied back, trying not to choke. “Am I… not?”

Queen Wasp hummed in consideration, before letting go of your face, withdrawing her stingers in her claws. There was a slight numbness where the stinger touched your neck, but chalked it up to your frazzled nerves as you shuddered in relief from the tension.

“Indeed you are, (Y/n),” she says. “You’ve proven yourself plenty enough these past couple weeks. Perhaps more than other SilkWings.”

Was the queen testing you this entire time to prove your true worth? And the confirmation that you had passed flushed out your remaining fear, warm with pride at the notion.

“Thank you, Queen Wasp, that means so much to me,” you couldn’t help but grin.

She smiled at your compliance. “Finish your work. I may have another project for you.”

‘More time to spend in the palace was her’ was all you really heard as your wings fluttered with excitement.

“Of course ma’am. I’ll be done soon,” you assured, though it probably meant pulling a few all nighters but it would be worth it to satisfy your queen.

“Good,” says Queen Wasp, returning to her previous lounging cushion. “Explain what neurotoxins do in detail. It’s fascinating to watch them freeze in their place in a near instant.”

“Ah yes, that’s because neurotoxins target the nervous system, hence the name,” you explained for her. “It causes misfires between the brain and body and aren’t able to communicate properly to each other.”

The HiveWing queen found your explanations so amusing, almost enduring, to see such a delicate creature get excited about horrific bodily degeneration. She has plans for you of course and to use your extensive knowledge of such things. She already knew that you were wrapped around her talon, and your eager compliance just makes it easier (like you had a choice either way). But Queen Wasp will keep you here in her palace to work for her, to keep as an exotic pet, to observe you and your ways. She once tried to keep a (non venomous) snake once and it chose to continually strike the dragon queen during every attempted handling until she grew tried of its fangs and angrily threw the serpent from her window.

Wasp was confident that you wouldn’t bite back.