Angel has little Husk sitting on his hip, Husk purring softly, resting his head on Angel’s shoulder. Angel hums softly as he walks around the kitchen, trying to coax the regressor to sleep- Husk usually insistent on fighting sleep everytime.
Husk is just about asleep in his caregiver’s arms when Niffty, also regressed, walks up to Angel, her voice alone being enough to snap him back into the fight against sleep.
Angel sighs, but smiles softly at Niffty. “What’s up, Nif?”
“I wanna bake,” Niffty murmurs, tilting her head all the way up to look at Angel.
Angel hesitates a little, but sighs again. “You know what, why not. What do you want to bake?” Angel says.
“Cookies!” Niffty exclaims cheerfully.
“Shh, Nif. Husk’s trying to sleep,” Angel murmurs gently. “But we can make some cookies,”
Niffty lets out a quiet cheer, now careful not to wake up the other (very sleepy) little anymore than he already is.
Angel starts to get the ingredients he needs- the basic stuff you need to make cookies, such as butter, milk, eggs, and more- as well as grabbing a couple cans of pumpkin puree.
Niffty watches him with excited wide-eyes, and Angel lifts her up and sits her on the counter.
Angel lifts Niffty onto the counter, and Niffty sits there happily, just excited that Angel said yes to baking.
Angel helps Niffty crack an egg, and helps her mix, Niffty making sure to wipe away the mess like she always insists on doing.
Niffty almost tries to get a cookie as soon as they’re out of the oven, but Angel gently grabs her hand to stop her. “You’ve got to let them cool, baby,” Angel scolds gently.
Husk begins to wake up again as the cookies have finally cooled, looking around, sleepy and confused.
“Hi, baby.” Angel says gently, kissing Husk’s cheek. “You’re okay, just in the kitchen with me and Niffty.”
Husk yawns again, his head yet again settling on Angel's shoulder.
Angel smiles softly, breaking off a small piece of cookie for Husk. “Do you want to try this, Husk?” Angel asks the little gently, and the sleepy cat sinner lets Angel give him a piece, Husk humming softly, seemingly enjoying it before swallowing and going back to sleep.
Using my own prompt list: here. You can also read this and every prompt as they come on AO3.
Summary:
Pearl is a fairy that loves sneaking into human homes, cleaning them up a bit was a good way to pass the time. This human home was a bit different than the others though. Gem gets a new friend!
Cleaning up homes was a pass time of Pearl's. There were only so many time you could dance on mushroom caps or spindle spider webs before it got repetitive. Humans always had something new to discover, and helping them out by keeping their multitude of things tidy was a good way to figure those things out.
She flitted in through an open window, the curtains a pretty cherry pink and the kitchen rustic, a much more familiar style than some of the sleek chromic kitchens she'd been in the past. There were dirty dishes in the sink, a pot with the remnants of soup and of course bowls and spoons to go with it. She started there first, easily pushing the faucet on and, with the help of some magic, started scrubbing away at them. When that was finished she wiped down the kitchen counters, stopping for a moment to admire the little kitchen decoration: flower towelettes, patterned bowls, a cute deer figurine and hanging plants. She took a moment to give a little help to the plants as well, though they were doing well without it.
Then she made her way through the living room, loving every little knick-knack and item and book she came across. This human wasn't very messy either, so while there wasn't much to do it gave her more time to admire how nice it was. It wasn't until she made her way into the bedroom that she regretted entering.
The walls were covered in bugs. Dead ones. All framed nice and pretty, like the rest of the house, with their wings spread nice and wide. Her hand gripping at her hoodie strings as she spotted a lunar moth, the bright green wings so reminiscent of her own.
She turned, ready to fly out, when she heard the back door of the home open, so close to her open window exit. She took that moment to quickly find a hiding spot, slipping behind a vase of flowers. It wasn't the first time she's had to hide in a human house, but the first she had to for a human that had dead bugs on their walls!
She could barely hear them, a soft high voice. It was usually nice to hear how excited the humans got when they noticed the tidy rooms, not knowing who did them; but now as the human came closer and closer, checking each room for her helpful tampering, she grew more nervous.
"Seems like it was just the living room and kitchen," the human spoke, peaking into her own room, "Well either way the surprise tidy is very appreciated. I wonder if it was Impulse, a little thank you for the dinner last night? I'll shoot him a message for sure."
The human entered her room, starting her own bit of cleaning, "Might as well finish what was started," she giggled, getting to work on fixing up the small mess of paints in the corner of the room.
It was very unhelpful as Pearl now didn't have a clear way to escape, and staying in the room with the display of wings was in no way helping her nerves.
She didn't wait long enough, she darted out the moment the human's back was fully turned despite the fact she should have waited until she had full left the room. The moment she was in open space the human was turning again, easily catching sight of her.
"Oh my!" The human exclaimed, and Pearl flinched at the sound of clattering paint brushes hitting the floor.
She flew faster, though she wasn't built much for speed.
"Wait! Hold on a second," the human called and gave chase. It didn't take long, Pearl was trapped in cupped hands. "Oh, wow, would you look at you."
Pearl folded her wings tight against her back, curling up and covering her head, trying to go unseen, obviously unsuccessful.
"No, hey, it's okay. I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. You weren't the one that did all the nice tidying were you?"
She glanced up, figuring she may as well answer truthfully. The human seemed grateful enough, "Uh, yeah! I did. The window was open and I- Well your kitchen was so pretty I wanted to explore and I couldn't just leave such a pretty kitchen in disrepair."
"Aw! Thank you! Aren't you just the sweetest little fairy? I'm Gem. How about you?" The human smiled, flattening her hand.
"Pearl," she answered hesitantly, wings fluttering.
"I love your wings," Gem cooed.
Pearl yelped, immediately scotting back, not making it very far as she was still in her hands. "You can't have them!"
"What?"
"You- you can't have them!" Pearl repeated, stuttering over the human's obvious confusion.
Gem's brow furrowed a bit, head tilted to the side, before her mouth dropped into an 'o' shape. She glanced back at her room and then back at Pearl.
"I'm not gonna take your wings. All my little bugs are ethically sourced, promise. Taking yours would be immensely cruel, and I'm not about hurting little friends. Unless they deserve it of course."
Pearl smiled a bit, "I can get by that."
"Well then, little Pearlo-" Gem started walking into the kitchen with her in hand. Pearl saw the window was still open, letting the rest of the tension leave her shoulders, "you want soup?"
Husk is cleaning out the arts and crafts supplies like Charlie told him to do, when he notices all of the broken crayons in the crayon bin were gone. Not replaced, just…gone.
That was a bit odd and made him raise an eyebrow, but maybe someone had planned on putting in new ones later or forgot to replace them. In the end, it wasn’t really his business to make a fuss about, so he left it be, not even finding it worthwhile to mention it to anyone.
When mere minutes after a crayon breaks it disappears, Husk begins to become interested. It doesn’t make much sense to him for someone to just want broken crayons, but it’s not the absolute weirdest thing he’s ever heard of.
But he can't keep himself from wondering what the fuck is going on.
Husk is walking into the room where Charlie keeps the art supplies when he notices a little Vaggie holding a small handful of broken crayons. Vaggie makes a little surprised noise, looking like she's getting ready to bolt out of the room, as if she's been caught in some horrible crime.
“Woah, hey kid-” Husk said, gently taking her arm- enough to stop her for now, but not enough to restrain her if she does decide she still wants to run. “What are you doing?”
Vaggie looks up at him like a kicked puppy, and he smiles gently. “You're not in trouble, bug. What's happening, huh? What's all this for?”
“Me and Niffty collecting,” Vaggie murmurs.Husk hums at that.
“Is there a reason for that, or?...”
Vaggie blinks up at him. “Cause no one likes to use them, ‘sides Niffty.”
“And you've been doing all this?” Husk asks.
“Mhm.” Husk hums in acknowledgement.
Yeah, it made sense for Niffty to want the broken crayons, especially if she was regressed as well. Really, he didn't know what else he expected.
Using my own prompt list: here. You can also read this and every prompt as they come on AO3.
Summary:
Zed has a super fun and awesome new challenge for Tango. It does require some.. size adjustments!
"Tango! Tango! Tango!"
"Zed! Zed! Zed!" Tango repeated, chuckling as he let the shulker box closed, standing for his friend. "What can I do for you buddy?"
Zed had a grin that meant something very silly and very fun was about to happen, which was the usual expression Zed had. It was pretty fantastic having a friend like him.
"You're going to love this one," he insisted, hands flapping at his side, "Wanna follow me?"
Tango glanced down at his shulker box and the project of redstone behind him. He really should get this finished… but a few hours working with Zed was worth it. "Yeah, hold on," he broke away the shulker box and set it back into an enderchest. Once everything was just tidy enough that it wouldn't be overwhelming to return to he took Zedaph's hand.
Surprisingly Zed didn't lead him back to his base, instead leading him underground. The facility was made of concrete and quartz, purposefully looking sterile and like a mad scientist lab, though it only seemed to be a long hallway that led to a small room with a gray stained glass window that looked into a large room. Inside the large room was a giant thing with a big red X painted on the floor where it was pointed, and to the side was a small maze, made for something about the size of a frog or even an endermite, with a cake sat in the middle.
Tango couldn't help the giggles, "Well this isn't ominous at all!"
"I know right! Very comforting. There's even cake!" Zed replied with a grin, flipping a lever and the bright overhead lights turned on, "Now, Tango, I think you know where I want you."
"I can take a guess. Do I- Do I get to know what you're going to be blasting me with?"
"You'll know very soon. Right this way," Zed said in lieu of explaining, opening an iron door and standing aside to let Tango through first.
Anybody but Zed Tango would be turning the other direction and running for the hills, but there was always something so fun with Zed's tasks or experiments. Even if he ended up dead he would die laughing and cheering. He stepped through the iron door, barely containing a yelp as it slammed shut behind him, and walked down the few stairs (there was a bed at the bottom and he set his spawn) and into the big room.
He waved to Zed through the window and stood a few steps to the left of the red X, "Here?"
He could see Zed's exasperated sighing and giggled. "To the right, Tango! On the X! Come on, you got the easy part. For now, that is."
Tango raised an eyebrow as that but swiftly moved over on top of the X, "Okay. Okay. Here then?"
"Perfect! Now I need you to stand very still. I'be only tested this on sheep so far, and if they wriggled too much they died," Zed explained as he pressed a button in front of him.
His laughter got slightly more nervous, "Noted! Staying still."
The machine started lighting up, flashing a spiral of blues and purple, and humming lowly as it powered up. He hadn’t the faintest idea what was going to occur, but the pure yellow beam of light completely washed over him. He looked down, observing his arms and legs, trying to see what it was doing to him; if it was giving him polka dots or turing his outfit into a bright pink leotard. On the surface it didn’t look like it was doing anything. He looked up at Zedaph through the observation window to see him grinning, so it must of been working. He looked back at the machine– and then he had to look up at the machine, cause it was significantly larger than it was a moment ago. Another glance at Zed, and then the rest of the room, proved just what he thought, everything else had gotten proportionally bigger as well.
Or, well, he had gotten a lot smaller.
He burst into excited laughter as the machine turned off, “Zed! What? How!?”
“The power of science, my friend!” he answered through the intercom. He pointed towards the maze at the side of the room, “Please enter, would you? There should be a ladder on the back.”
“You’ve turned me into a lab rat!” Tango accused as he made his way over to the maze. He climbed the ladder quickly. The walls of the maze that he could have easily seen over just moments ago towered over him, and he wished he had thought to memorize it’s layout (but to be fair there was no way he could have known he was going to be in the maze).
“You have one minute to get through! After one minute I’ll be adding a endermite for every thirty seconds you take, understand?”
“Endermites? Wait- Wait- What’s the point of this challenge? Why am I doing this?”
“Oh geez,” Tango sighed before racing through the maze. He had a somewhat good idea where to go, but it was a lot bigger and trickier than he thought it was going to be.
The minute passed before he was even halfway through, a note block chiming above him. There was the sound something like a gate opening and the chitters of a endermite echoed through the walls. He ran faster. Then another thirty seconds, still no end to the maze, and another endermite entered. Then another.
It was two minutes and seven seconds in when he ran into an endermite, the bug that usually only ticked one heart of damage grabbed a hold of his leg and suddenly he was half health. He barely got a chance to scream before the second grab
He sat upright in the bed, laughing as he did. He was back to his usual size, which was expected, Zed didn’t have admin abilities. He couldn’t change his code so casually, this was more akin to a potion or beacon effect. He quickly made his way back into the middle of the room.
“That was amazing!” He shouted up at Zed before yelping as an endermite bit him on the ankle. He crushed it under his foot on impulse. (He did not think about how it was possible that was the endermite that killed him and how easy it was to smash something so small.)
“Glad you enjoyed! Ready for round two?” Zed asked, hand already on the lever.
Tango nodded, taking a step back onto the red X. “Let’s do this!”
Using my own prompt list: here. You can also read this and every prompt as they come on AO3.
Summary:
Jimmy totally has a legit Decked Out shard, him being the size of an actual canary will not be a problem what so ever.
His eyes widened as he watched the stones of the door glow with magic, the red skull only increasing his excitement instead of deterring it. The door thunked as it slid open and he flapped his wings, getting a foot off the ground to dive in.
He was at the threshold when he was stopped short, hands appearing in front of him and pulling him up and away. He yelped, flailing his wings to try and get out of the grip. It was gentle, mindful not to pinch or pull, but it wasn't giving any leeway either.
"What are you doing? Where did you even get a shard?" Tango's panicked voice spoke above him, stepping away from the door.
Jimmy pouted as he settled into Tango's hand, turning to look up at him, "I was so close! Why'd you stop me?"
Tango walked away as the dungeon door slid back closed, "This visit was not for you to sneak into my dungeon! Do you even have a deck?"
He huffed and showed the shulkerbox he had in his inventory, "Grian lent me his, after he took out all the good cards of course. He gave me the shard as well."
"Of course. Well, I hope he realizes he's not getting a refund either," Tango sighed. He softly pet down Jimmy's wings, "It's a good thing I caught you too, you would have been a ravager snack in about five minutes flat."
His wings flared, "I would not have! I can out fly a ravager!"
"There's no flying in the dungeon, Jim, you would have been grounded. You absolutely would have been a ravager snack- less than a snack! A bite, a nibble. Face it Jimmy, you're just a little guy, too little for Decked Out,” he teased, ruffling his hair with a finger.
"What!? Grian is little too! You don't sizegate him!" Jimmy shoved at Tango's fingers.
"Grian is still about twice your size. I can’t hold him in one hand like I can you, little songbird," he insisted, waggling his fingers for emphasis, "But! You caught me. The real reason is because it's a hermit only season, which you knew. I can’t keep track of the hermits and everyone I know, hermits are hard enough. Trust me, Rancher, I want to see you run Decked Out and get flattened and eaten and skewered like I do all my friends, but you are not going to win anything with one shard. If anything it's just going to put you off and you’ll never want to play again and we’ll both be super sad. When this season is over I'll give you a proper amount of shards and your own deck. You can play for a week straight! Until then, no itty bitty birdies. Got it?"
Jimmy grumbled but nodded, "Got it."
Tango sighed and poked Jimmy’s side, “I really shouldn’t be suggest this- but do you want to see where I keep all my Ravagers?”
Using my own prompt list: here. You can also read this and every prompt as they come on AO3.
Summary:
Martyn stands guard at the doors of his King's home, believing him to be in danger. Ren just wants his Hand back inside.
Martyn paced outside the wide entrance of Ren's home, hand on the hilt of his sword. Ren had told him it wasn't necessary, that he could take very well care of himself, but he wasn't the one that had heard what the townsfolk had said.
They were calling for his head, like Ren had done anything worthy of such a thing.
Now, the hunting party coming after Ren was hardly the first. The great Red King of the Red Mountain Peaks had faced many foe over the years. Martyn being one of them. There was a bounty worth his weight in gold on Ren, one that Martyn had sought after at one point and learned to regret his attempt. A bounty which was completely unjustified. People just didn't like having something bigger than them nearby, too scared of what he could do to care that he hadn't done anything at all.
Martyn could feel every step of Ren coming to the door, despite the king's attempt to tread lightly. He didn't look up at him, pointedly scanning the horizon, even as Ren spoke, "Martyn, come inside. Everything is alright, man."
His hand tightened on the sword, "They're bringing a wizard. They're bringing an army. I will not stand idly while they threaten my king."
Ren huffed, and Martyn can hear him kneeling. No other king would even consider lowering themselves, especially to someone so small and insignificant as Martyn. It was something so unique to Ren, even if the other claimed it was nothing special. "I think you will find that I couldn't bear it if my hand was hurt for my own sake."
"I will not stand idly-"
"Neither will I," Ren cut him off. "Come here my hand, let me see you."
Martyn hesitated to look away from the woods. They had the high ground, and you could spot someone from a few miles away, but that was only if the trees gave way. With the new leaves and flowers of spring now in full bloom, you could barely make out the paths.
He turned and looked up at his King. The giant, the monster, the great dog of the peaks. He was enormous, his hand alone would have been able to smash apart his old cottage in a single sweep. Martyn had only ever seen those hands be used for a gentleness they didn't look made for. Now one of those hands was flat on the floor, fingers slightly curled in. Martyn climbed in it without a second thought.
Ren waited until he was steady to lift him up to his nose. The one flaw of his king, he was near blind, his light blue eyes took in too much light, leaving his vision spotty at best. "There we are. Dear Martyn, my precious little hand, so dashing," Ren purred, his other hand brushing against his back and a finger curling to rub his head gently. "Will you allow me to bring you back inside now? Night is approaching, there will be no crusade against me today. Everything is alright, dude."
He couldn't help but let the smile slip into place as he leaned into his king's touch, appreciating the words. Only his king.
"If I go in now, we won't see their torches," He insisted, glancing once more over the woods. He could just barely make out the little village at the base.
"We can watch from the windows," Ren compromised.
They wouldn't. The moment they reentered the Dogwarts Ren would find a million things to distract him with. He'd have to spend the whole morning trekking through the woods looking for signs of the hunting party coming to kill his king, just like he had every day since he had come back from his trip to town. He may again find nothing, or he may find something worse. He held his breath for the day he spotted the wizard the townsfolk had acquired.
"Alright. As you wish, my king," Martyn conceded, bowing his head.
Ren grinned, his mouth filled with sharp canines that Martyn could not find in him to fear. For how could he ever fear his king. Ren stood slowly, and Martyn's whole world swayed as he was brought far above the ground until he was securely held against Ren's chest. They stepped inside, the stone doors closing behind them.
