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bellafragolina · 1 year

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Honey Bee Mine

Part Two

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The hive is silent. No one dares to breathe a word as they wait for their kings, their remaining royals, to tell them what to do. Obviously a search party is needed, there are already bees out scouring the nearby biome, but what else is there to be done? Surely they can do more??

“I WILL KILL THEM!!” The drones jump away from the chamber doors, watching in horror as Emmet claws his way out, held back from pouncing the closest drone only by his brother. “I WILL TEAR OUT THEIR WINGS! I WILL TEAR OFF THEIR LIMBS!!”

“YOU WILL CALM DOWN!” Ingo roars in response. “OUR QUEEN WILL NOT BE FOUND BY YOU MAKING SUCH A SCENE!”

“They have our queen!” Emmet shrieks. He fights off Ingo’s hold, and whips around, eyes wide and delirious. His wings don’t stop twitching for a moment. “They have our queen!” A sob chokes his screaming. “They have our queen!”

Ingo watches his brother collapse to his knees, wailing for their sweet human mate. His chest feels so tight, like he’s about to explode from all his pent up emotions. But he can’t acknowledge it, not now. There’s work to be done.

He can cry after they have their Queen back.

“Scouts will shift duties.” He announces, voice loud and thundering. “Our queen is our top priority. Honey production can wait, and our storage will support us. Only the workers necessary for survival are to continue their duties; the rest will follow me.”

In a heartbeat, the hive is abuzz once more. Ingo pulls Emmet back to his feet, and walks his twin to the closest room with enough space for everyone. Drones file inside, eager and ready to search. Ingo assigns teams and sends them out to various areas to search, while Emmet paces behind him, no doubt ready to begin a search of his own. But he will not leave Ingo behind.

Once all the drones are taken care of, they both take to the skies. Their area is smaller, since it’s only the two of them, but they’re meticulous. Any sign of life is exposed, interrogated, but none have seen signs of their queen.

Only one little ladybug has any clue what they’re asking. She leads the twin kings to an abandoned fire, and tells them she saw two hybrids here some days ago, talking about a hive. But they only wanted a human, not honey nor any bees.

“Have they demanded anything?” The ladybug asks, hands wringing. Ingo carefully shakes his head as Emmet scours the campsite for clues. “Why would they only want a human?”

Neither king replies. That very question plagues them, worries that seep into their thoughts despite their desperate attempts not to acknowledge them.

Emmet tears through ashes and burnt threads, teeth grit. What if they hurt you? What if they hide you away, and they never find you? What if this was revenge? Their previous queen was not kind; did she spite someone? Is this revenge for a crime they, you, did not commit?

Emmet wipes his tears on his sleeve and takes off into the forest once more, Ingo on his heels. He won’t rest until you’re found. He won’t stop until he has you in his grasp again. He will make this up to you, worship you, never leave your side again.

And any injury you have will be dealt back tenfold.

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Ashes is the one to carry you, more often than not. He huffs and puffs and grumbles and grouches, but his arms are tight and secure. You don’t fear falling, even as he wizzes around, faster than any bee you’ve flown with. You’re grateful for Hunter as well, who cradles you from below, clutching Ashes as you three fly along.

The forest is thinning out, you can see. Hills roll and dive beneath you, a deep green that’s spotted with every color of wildflower. They grow in small patches, bright and beautiful in the spring sunshine.

Ashes lies you in a bed of blooms when he lands to take a rest. You watch him stretch, face contorted as sore, overworked muscles are stretched out. You remember Ingo being in a similar state, after a heavy rainstorm destroyed part of the hive. He wouldn’t rest, and pulled muscles in his wings. You had to rub them and put heated pads on his back to help ease the pain.

You miss him sorely in this moment.

“Alright, Honeybee.” Hunter picks you up from your bed, and sits you upright. Two of his hands tug on your gag, while two more grip your scarf. “You need to eat. But be careful.”

You swallow, but nod.

The gag comes off and you sigh heavily, released to have that pressure lifted. Hunter, kindly, massages the joints of your jaw as he pulls out small rations of dried meet and soft bread.

“You’re somethin’ else.” Ashes drawls as you eat what’s given. He bends down some, cocking his head at you. From this angle, you can see his eyes are a bright, bright yellow. “Your little bees are so loud! Yet you don’t talk.”

“I was gagged.” You huff. Hunter chuckles, but Ashes blusters and stomps around. Thank goodness he’s not allowed to hurt you. “Who’s paying you to do this anyway? We’re so far from-”

Hunter pushes another piece of bread into your mouth. “That’s nothing you need to worry about, Honeybee.”

Ashes pokes at your head, seemingly saying his anger by annoying you. “Humans are so squishy.” He pinches your cheek and tugs, ignoring you shout of protest to point at you, like Hunter can’t already see. “Look at that! They stretch!”

“They squish too.” Smirking, Hunter reaches up. His palms seem to be covered with small hairs that tickle and itch your skin. He presses, and you huff as your cheeks squish you mouth into a purse.

“Ha!” Ashes cackles, holding his stomach. “Ain’t that something! You look like a fool!” He leans down again, grabbing your head to tilt it to and fro. “How come those bees chose you?”

“It is interesting,” Hunter agrees, holding a canteen of water to your lips, “choosing a human as a queen. What do you offer any hive?”

Ashes squishes your cheeks, using one hand while the others rest on his hips. “Well, Queenie here is pretty c-”

In a flash of yellow and white, Ashes disappears. You and Hunter whip around, startled to see the wasp grappling with a familiar figure in a bright white coat.

“Emmet!” You cry, relieved to see him. Your relief quickly fades with the tightening of the scarf around you neck. “Em-!”

Emmet whips around when you choke on his name, giving Ashes an opening. The wasp nails him, and you can hardly cry out as your precious king hits the ground, reeling.

“Not very nice.” Ashes puts his foot on Emmet’s back, stopping him from getting back up. “Thought bees were more polite than this. The other hive sure was.”

“I’ll kill you!” Emmet swipes back, practically frothing at the mouth, but Ashes’ weight against his back stops him.

“You won’t.” Hunter drawls. A whimper escapes you at the scarf tightens again, pressing harder against your throat. “Lest you want Honeybee here to die too.”

Emmet stares, wide-eyed. Ashes chuckles, bearing down more on Emmet with a large, fanged smile. “No, little bee,” he grabs the back of Emmet’s head, bearing his neck, “I think you’re outnumbered. Queenie won’t die, so long as you do instead.”

Ashes bites onto Emmet’s neck.

“EMMET!” You shriek, thrashing against Hunter. You throw your head back. Hunter shouts, the impact of your skull against his sudden and bright. “NO!!”

You hit the ground, just as Hunter lets out another shout. Ashes pulls back, venom dribbling down his face. Emmet, paled but still furious, throws a punch of his own. Ashes hits the ground in time for Ingo to reveal himself, protectively hovering over you.

Hunter is silent, wherever he is.

“Emmet?” Ingo calls. Emmet wobbles, but grabs Ashes by the head, slamming into his own. “Ah, seems he’s not too staggered.”

Drones rush in before Hunter or Ashes can regain themselves. Angry buzzing covers up the presence of your captors, not that you’re too concerned with them at the moment. You struggle, even as Ingo tries to cut you free from your bindings, crying for the king limp and surrounded by nervous drones.

“Emmet!” You wail, clutching Ingo’s head as he buries it in your neck.

“My queen!” Emmet gasps, wiggling. Drones scramble around him, but aid in lifting him up, moving him to where Ingo clutches you close. “Darrrrling!” He whines, grasping at your lap. You drag him by the coat, pushing his head into your chest as you cling to his shoulders. “My legs are numb. . .”

“We have antidotes at the hive!” A drone assures you three, not that you can tell who through your tears. “He’ll be fine!”

“It was only a little venom.” Another drone says, patting your head. “He’s strong, your highness! King Emmet will live!”

Ingo lets out a loud sob. “Thank the stars.”

“My kings.” You whisper pulling their heads closer. Weak, wet kisses press against your head, whimpered apologies laced on shaky breath. “My heroes. My saviors. My boys.”

You never doubted they’d come for you. You knew they’d save you, drones or kings. Your sweet bees.

“Let’s go home!” One drone whines. “King Emmet needs an antidote and Queen needs rest.”

“Yes, rest!”

“Plenty of rest!”

You sniffle, smiling at your bees. They buzz and twitter under your attention, wiggling into your cuddle to help lift you and Emmet into the air. Ingo carries you, to the pouts of the drones.

He kisses your temple with a shuddering sigh. “You’re safe.”

“You saved me.” You agree, kissing him.

Ingo curls around you, as though to shield you from the world. He looks at you reverently, devotion ready on his tongue, only to be interrupted by Emmet’s shout of jealousy.

“Let’s go home.” Ingo hums, flying after the drones.

You can’t wait to be back.

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Part One

I love bees

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #beestation #mayyyybe part three? for our heroes?

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blueisquitetired · 3 months

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Final chapter of act one!

Mirror Image chapter 9: A Terrible Realization

Summary: Ingo reaches his breaking point

#blue’s writing #submas #submas au #heroes and villains #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo

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silverorchideon · 1 year

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"Safety Checks! All Aboard!"

Heya, so as you can see, I'm getting into the Submas fandom.

I found this au and I just find it interesting. Of course, this isn't my au, and in fact belongs to @tuusenarts! Please, do support him, as his art is really good!

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livindeddreamz · 2 years

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My other pieces of emmetober on twitter!!! Feat gamma 2

#Pokemon Black #Pokemon White #pokemon #emmet #Subway Boss Emmet #submas #kudari #dbs #dbs super hero #dbssh #gamma 2 #ingo #subway boss ingo #nobori #They are so the same species of guy. I had to draw them together #that ones for you parker!!!!!!#anon’s art #clown #mirror

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tombstone-pisa · 5 months

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me and ku made a fable 3 au and honestly i'm brainrotting it constantly

ingo goes mad and becomes a tyrant out of a desperate need to save his people + being traumatized for weeks by an eldritch abomination that could see into his very soul and taunt him with hallucinations and attacks and everything. he has a crippling fear of the dark now and hates himself for hurting people even as he tries to save them

Emmet, meanwhile, is more mad at Ingo for lying to him and not letting him help then anything else. When the others want to kill Ingo, Emmet instead makes him a prisoner... and imprisons him in his bedroom. Yknow. To keep an eye on him. And interrogate him. And gather information about the crawler.

He puts his most trusted guards outside of the king and queen's chamber (now his and ingos room since he's the king and he'll make ingo his queen eventually. he'll just make sure the kingdom sees the truth about ingo and how he was trying to save them all along)

Royal Guard 1: The ex-king sure is... loud. Royal Guard 2: I try not to think about it. Royal Guard 3 and 4: *discussing their new OTP together secretly*

#blankshipping #blankshipping au #poor ingo was put on the throne as a teen after the death of his parents #and then after he escaped the crawler and returned home he was basically gaslighted by everyone telling him he was just traumatized #so he turned to the only person who believed him - reaver - and gave him control over albion's industry as they tried to raise the funds #he's not a Hero. all he can do is try to make an army powerful enough to stop the crawler #he and emmet are both a little yandere for each other

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the-prussian-nap · 10 months

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Day 10, Monster/Fusion

I love the twin dragon au but hear me out what if Emmet was Zekrom and Ingo was Reshiram. I think it’d be funny if people assume that Emmet is Reshiram because of their usual colour scheme and his straight forward way of speaking then boom surprise lightning, also since Zekrom was originally with the younger of the twin princes I think they would have a preference for the younger one in a pair of twins

I’ve put a non overdrive zekrom emmet under the cut

#monthofemmet #submas #subway boss emmet #emmet #twin dragon au #zekrom #I just wanted to Emmet as Zekrom #I don’t really have a reason I just thought it’d be neat #but yea lightning boi #tw eye contact #he looks more like a super hero/villan than a fusion lol #when he’s in overdrive the silver parts of his clothes glow and turn blue #Naps art

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burgycreeper405-blog · 2 years

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Superhero AU ✨side lore✨

Rex works as a demolition guy and carries bricks for building/discarding

if you're wondering who those three are, here's sum explanation

most of the workers think that he's just very strong and now they like.. see him as the best and mostly shove emmet out of the way when those two are just talking alone

Rex keeps on reminding them that that Emmet is pretty cool too, but they won't listen, so he just sometimes ignores them after a long time of working there

also, Gale even has a crush on Rex, and what i meant by this is she would literally flirt with him or just wanting to hang out with him like for example, he would switch places with Emmet just to be partnered with Rex at work

she doesn't do it all the time but she still does it

and cuz Rex doesn't want to hurt anyone (physically and or mentally) he just agrees at everything

and he just tries to calm down (or like, smash/destroy a building that is about to be desired anyways) whenever he sees someone being mean/rude to Emmet, cuz if he gets angry, he can't control himself

whenever they talk about Rex, or just talk with him (sometimes they swarm him or somthin) Emmet would just back away

for example, lunch break:

Emmet and Rex are just eating lunch together (cuz Emmet doesn't have any friends, only Rex) and then when the other co workers just swarms Rex like, "Hey can we eat lunch together?" or "Can I sit with you?" they just shove Emmet away like he's nothing

Rex would keep on telling them "no" in the nicest way possible or tells them that he's already fine just hanging out with Emmet (cuz he's still not p comfortable with people around him cuz he still can't control his strength), they just ignores that and just "hang out" with him, ask him questions and stuffs

and when they get home, Rex would apologize to Emmet, but Emmet just pretends to be okay with it and like it's nothing, he's used to it and stuff, but that just made Rex feel worse, but Emmet just doesn't want to continue that conversation any longer so he just went quiet

and since he was Emmet back in then, Rex doesn't really remember all of the stuff he used to do, well, sure he still remembers being a construction worker and all, but he just doesn't remember anybody anymore, its all blurry

i mean, can you blame him?

#burgy talks #burg art #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #tlm au #tlm superhero au #emmet brickowski #rex dangervest #tis just a side non hero stuff lore

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randomwriteronline · 1 year

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@ingo-ingoing-ingone these are Words and they are For You

The thing heaved cold, sharp breaths from its jagged teeth, condensing into clouds of minuscule crystals that froze the rocks and ground of the cave it had retreat to.

Ah. No.

It was not a thing.

What a mean thing to say.

Even about the same force that had posed the very real threat of freezing his uncle and half the region.

What a mean, mean thing to say.

The Original Dragon's husk let out of its misshapen maw a raucous growl, what remained of its voice coated in disgusting, sorrowful bile, as it turned its large head slightly towards the one intruding in its squalid corner of its wallowing misery, barely perceiving him through its partial blindness and deafness. The man remained immoble, stuck in place, waiting for the horrid sound to cease before doing anything.

Kyurem quieted down, eventually, slowly; the chasm's echo hushed. Emmet swallowed air and bit the corner of his lower lip.

Should he have talked to it? Risked it?

He looked it over, up and down. It was grey. Grey and ice cold, covered in the element it was meant to master, to control, to wield; the element that most hurt its very kind, as much as Dragons and Fairies of old myths. Its arms were small, frail, held tight against its chest, its wings were torn: only their shape remained in the ice that took their place, a frigid afterimage that did not allow for flight.

He swallowed, bit his lip again, exhaled a bit too harsh and loud.

Kyurem roared, and the rocky walls shook so hard with the wave of icy wind escaping its hollow body that they seemed to be on the verge of shattering not unlike glass.

That was his fault. Should have been more careful.

He clicked his tongue softly; after a short while, he clicked it again. He repeated the sound a few more times, always with the same cadence, the same rhythm. To calm it.

When they were much younger Uncle had said that unsocialized Dragons are very much like scared humans: they are aware, somewhere deep within their subconscious, that they're at the top of the food chain, but it doesn't make them feel any safer - if anything, it scares them more.

Kyurem remained where it was, almost crushing itself against the wall as the human approached with slow steps. The repetitive sound didn't quite put it at ease yet, but it worked in keeping its aggression at bay.

He'd never seen it from so up close. He'd never seen it at all, really. Only its individual components after their mitosis, their ripping away. He wondered if it had hurt, or if it had been just like cells dividing in the placenta until twin embryos are formed - natural, painless, quiet.

He wondered how it must have been, when it was right, when it was whole: what a beautiful beast to behold, all scales and fur and vast wings and deep piercing eyes, crests flowing in the winds, tail sparking and blazing, monochromatic shades bursting with red or blue or purple or a vibrant yellow (like the sharp jewel jutting out from its ice muzzle, like its empty cataract-ridden eyes, like Uncle's eyes), the very definition of the word ignition given form and might and life. He wondered how it must have been, before turning into this freezing soulless husk of a corpse.

What a mean thing to say.

What a horrid thing to say.

It was alive. It was not a thing, an empty body, a cryogenic mummy. It was still alive.

From where he was he could not hear what should have been a massive heart beat from within its hunched skeletal chest; it exhaled low rumbling growls that casted freezing clouds near its maw, but it did not seem to inhale at all.

Emmet stopped.

What was he doing?

Just what was he doing?

What was he hoping to achieve?

What was he hoping to get from this?

Kyurem growled after the clicking did not come to signal the human's position to its weakened senses. Its short, weak arms shifted closer to its body, its mutilated tail hit the rocks it had cornered itself against in an angered sway. Its long neck lowered and a veil of frost left its head as it stared at the white blur in the damp chasm, promising a painful end between its jagged fangs.

Emmet looked at it, at those yellow eyes with no iris nor pupil, and found himself starting to cry.

He couldn't figure out why, but he was sobbing. Sobbing louder than he was used to, louder than he should have in front of a half blinded Dragon very much hostile to guests in its den. He couldn't even stop.

He sat down on the cold ground and kept crying.

What would it have been like, being part of a whole? Being part of a single thing? He'd never thought to realize that he already knew that. With time he'd forgotten he used to be a frowny kid who had to remind people he wasn't someone else. With time he'd just stuck to using the same formula out of habit to the point where it was just part of how he talked. Another quirk in a person already full of them. Another quirk between two people already full of them.

They'd called them together, every single time. To the world they were a two-headed eight-limbed beast, with four eyes and four ears and two noses and two mouths and twenty fingers. Sometimes they had thought, in their childish ignorance - more or less bitterly depending on the occasion - that it was almost no different from if they'd been conjoined, or a single anatomy with a starkly split mind. Their names melted together with the conjugation joining them. The order in which they were pronounced mattered little if nothing at all: they were dolls sewn from a single larger one, statuettes made with wax melted from one big candle.

He was one of a pair, one of a whole. His existence demanded a second body with a second label, for to be himself alone seemed almost nonsensical. There is always two heroes and one kingdom; there is always one dragon and two parts. The twin princes of Unova. Eldest and youngest. Youngest and eldest. The Original Dragon. Zekrom and Reshiram. Reshiram and Zekrom.

The Multi Line. The Double Line. The Single Line.

It's always two, one, one. One, one, two.

What was zero, then?

There was the vacancy of the throne and there was the husk of the Dragon. What was zero, then, for something as stupid as a subway?

He kept sobbing and couldn't stop.

The Pokémon was quiet before him. It merely stared thoughtlessly at the miserable lump of a man sniffling mere meters away from its body, curled upon himself, hiding in his own shoulders. What could a cadaver even think, after all?

What a mean thing to say.

It was alive still.

Stupidly, not thinking, maybe guided by something he did not want to acknowledge, Emmet scooted closer, closer, closer, until his head laid slightly against the skeletal arm. He noticed only somewhere far in the back of his mind that the Dragon had allowed him to do such an incomprehensibly foolish thing.

It was cold, of course. Cold, rough, scraping his skin. Harsh to lean on. It was terribly uncomfortable, and he could feel his forehead freezing into a horrid migraine from the chill, but he did not move. He was crying still, louder than he should have. He raised his head a little and bumped it somewhere a little less bony. He thought his tears would freeze against the icy carapace and lock him to it, like a dumb kid licking a lamppost in winter; instead, they seemed to warm it ever so slightly.

He did not realize Kyurem had sat down.

It looked away, into the nothingness, the grey walls of rock of its hiding spot away from the entire world. Emmet listened to the silence around them.

Oh.

He could hear it now.

Weak and slow, although his ear was right on the side of the vast frigid chest, but he could hear it now.

A heartbeat.

He timed it mentally.

It pulsed inside the hollowed body slowly.

So, so slowly.

"Maybe," he whispered, softly, so softly, "We should get out of here."

Kyurem rumbled, but did not growl.

They did not move; they wallowed in their shared infernal loneliness of incompletion for a little longer, sitting on the cold ground.

He wondered, when he finally stood and carefully laid his hands under its jaw as Uncle had taught them to do, to lead it slowly outside of that cave in which it desired to be left to rot, if it was allowing him to do so and following him because of some phantom of a memory. He wondered if the heroes of old had ever held in their hands its massive head back when the beast was whole and healthy, with vibrant eyes and polished scales and voluminous fur. Legends talked about how beloved by them it used to be and vice versa, to the point where it could not choose to favor one over the other; it wasn't silly to presume it must have gotten to enjoy, even briefly, the affordable luxury of affection.

He had no clue what to do once it would have been outside, honestly. He could not just catch it. He could not just let it follow him to the nearest town or city. He could not just release it in the wildnerness - not after seeing what damage it could be capable of.

Its head was heavy in his palms. It was cold, and trembled with every step. It inhaled in spurts, short quick breaths. It walked slowly, heavily, higher and higher; it walked out of the chasm.

A cloud of frost left its maw with a low growl, hitting him square in the chest and making him shiver violently.

Kyurem yanked its muzzled head away from him, stumbling back, away from the human. Its hollowed yellow eyes swayed to attempt focusing on something and seemed to fail; it gave another growl, its tone a confused mess of indiscernible emotions, and climbed back down, trudging along as it struggled to carry its own forcibly deformed shell of a body down, down, down, back into the depths of the earth, to disappear forever from the rest of the world out of spite, out of anger, out of a mourning melancholy that would have eaten it from the inside if it had still had anything left withing itself to give.

Emmet watched it without following. The stomping of its clawed feet grew weaker, weaker, weaker, like a slow waning heartbeat, until he could not hear it anymore.

It was warm outside. Just a little bit. He could feel the sun warming him on his back.

The light caught the corner of his eye and burned.

He needed to get back to the station.

It would have been a little cooler.

It would have been a little darker.

He never liked summer anyways.

He left.

#pokémon #submas emmet #kyurem #random writing #?? (gestures to this) ????? (nods) (shakes head) ?.#no idea what the hell this is or how to describe this at all #mr ingoing-ingone very kindly provided me with the prompt #which is 'emmet meets kyurem while searching and realizes how similar they are. ingo is gone any% no death'#and i got Really Into It #the words look very nice! not sure where theyre going tho #OH WAIT I SHOULD POINT OUT.#EMMET AND INGO ARE *NOT* REINCARNATIONS OF THE HEROES/PRINCES #HES JUST DRAWING PARALLELS

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