Slendytubbies drabbles and oneshots-maybe (requests Open)

Miles & Genderbent!Richard

Everyone knew Miles had severe parent issues. To the point where if he had to choose between Ronja and Anne plus the army. His mother figure would win 100 points. He couldn't stand the thought of parting from her.

Miles glanced at Guardian, his face was set in a deranged smile and scowl. Tiny thorn-looking things peeked from under his what was once his snowy white fur. Now it was a sickly gray.

He met his glare with one of his.

"Now boys, don't fight, I don't want you two killing each other." Ronja walked in with a bowl of custard.

Miles stares at it, disgusted.

"Is there another way, that looks disgusting." It looked like a bowl of slime to him.

"Sorry Miles, but this is the only way." She raised an eyebrow as if asking if he's backing out.

He huffs then studies it some more.

"Am I supposed to dunk it in my mouth or something?"

Ronja chuckles, "No Miles, you just drink it out of the straw." She gestures to the side of the bowl.

Miles cringed but he already made his choice and he's sticking to it.

"Come on Miles, I've seen tubbies eat this for their whole childhood, are you weaker than kids?" Guardian sneered, looking at him as if he was above the green tubby.

"The fuck you say?!"

He snatched the bowl, easily falling into Guardian's mocking. He often did use his anger more than his brain.

"Before I do this, will it hurt?" He remembers to scoff, "For curiosity sake, I'm not scared or anything like that."

Ronja pauses.

"Will it?"

"I'll tell you after you eat it."

Miles sighs then cringes once again.

He coughs and gasps, dropping the now-empty bowl.

"Yes, I'm afraid."

Miles collapses on his knees, quickly inhaling and exhaling at a concerning pace.

His whole body hurt, she held her poor suffering son. He digs his claws into Ronja's shoulder, only from the pain.

Miles despised the content smug smile on Guardian's lips. He hisses feeling a wave of pain through his back.

Ithurtsithurtsithurts

He gasps painfully again but this time an odd sound also left his lungs. Miles at first did not know what it was. But the more he listened, the louder it became.

"Ronja-" His voice came out odd, with the occasional sounds.

To his horror, they were buzzing noises. The kind that bugs made.

He looked at his parental figure in a silent panic. To Miles's dismay, she appeared a little excited.

Honestly, it's to be expected since Ronja really liked bugs.

"It'll be okay Miles, everything will be better." She spoke softly, maybe trying to soothe him.

This made him feel like a million bugs were making a chorus inside him. (At least Spiders don't make sounds, he hates those creepy bastards.)

His head hurt, his back hurt.

Ronja felt like it was Christmas morning. Miles might be growing a bug mutation. As a bug lover, this overjoyed her.

She felt bad for her poor son when the pain eventually knocked him out.

Miles gasped in quick breaths upon waking up. The pain was lessened to a slight sting. Something on his head perks upon hearing a noise.

But it wasn't his ears that moved. He shakily raises his hand to his head. Miles brushed over something...soft? It wasn't fur and there were two of them.

"W...What the fuck?"

"Isn't it amazing? Bug antennas!"

Ronja was grinning happily as if this was good news.

Miles squinted at her, "Sure, great, I've always wanted to have those."

He sits up, now realizing something was on his back. He reached behind him and tried to grab it.

"Be careful Miles, I don't want you to hurt your wings."

"My what now?!"

Ronja picks him up and quickly places him in front of the mirror. Miles turned slightly to catch sight of the bug-like wings.

"Can I even actually fly with these?" He's surprised at his own curious question.

"Considering your size, I'd say yes."

While slightly annoyed about the comment about his small height, he really looked at his reflection. Feeling it was weird and a bit horrifying. But looking at it...

Miles noted he actually didn't look bad, it wasn't a terrible look. The worst is over and he's with his parent figure.

Everything is fine.