prompt 21! betrayal >:3 with my favourite Pred Tommy from dsmp? 🥺 (and one of the other sleepy bees members of your choice as prey :D?)
(Hope I did that right...)
You did it right!!! Have a little snippet! scratch the snippet part I got invested I'm posting this on AO3 in a minute lol
Tommy hadn't had good intentions when he'd first made friends with Tubbo. He'd seen the tiny borrower in danger and scooped him up on instinct. Once he'd registered that he had a tiny borrower in his hands he'd very much wanted to eat him.
But Tommy had refrained.
He played with his food. He pretended to be a docile predator, tamed, safe, someone who would never eat a borrower even when given the easiest chance in the world.
But very quickly Tommy realized he was actually friends with Tubbo, he wanted to keep the borrower safe, he didn't want to scare him.
Tommy tried to justify it in his head, plenty of predators had pet borrowers! Sure, none of them were friends, and they were usually kept around exclusively as belly fillers for when intsincts got to be too much...
But! It wasn't strange for Tommy to have befriended Tubbo.
Tommy would never have revealed his original intentions to Tubbo, not even under threat of death, but it unfortunately, life had other plans.
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Tubbo hadn't trusted Tommy at all at first. Sure, the predator had saved him from falling to his death, but he'd heard plenty of stories about predators playing with their food.
But over time, Tubbo couldn't help but believe he and Tommy really were friends, that Tommy saw him as a person and not a snack.
But that all came crashing down when another predator tried to eat him.
Tubbo knew Tommy got possessive, over things, over people, expecially over food. Tommy claimed the food part was just instincts, but Tubbo was pretty sure that those instincts extended to him and that they were stronger for Tommy than most people.
Tubbo had grown to not care, sure, Tommy was very possessive of him around humans and predators, but with that came a layer of protection. No one would just snatch Tubbo up if he was cupped in Tommy's hands. Not when Tommy was liable to try and bite their fingers off.
Which was why Tubbo felt safe enough to sit on the pinic table next to Tommy's lunch box. The predator had opened it, realized he forgot to pack silverware, and had to go try and get some from a nearby food truck.
Tommy had opened the tiny honey-and-peanutbutter sandwich he'd brought for Tubbo so that the borrower could start eating anyways.
Tubbo wished Tommy had just scooped him up and taken him to the food truck as well. Then none of this would have happened.
The predator didn't care that Tubbo was clearly with someone, or that he very much smelled like he'd been scented by another predator. They'd snatched his tiny form and lifted him to their face.
They knew whoever Tubbo was with could be back any second, so they wasted no time attempting to shove Tubbo into their mouth.
Tubbo bit and thrashed and screamed, successfully slicing up the predator's tongue with his nails. He bit down on the fingers holding him until he tasted blood.
And then Tommy was there, landing a blow to the predator's head like a speeding rocket.
Tubbo went flying.
In seconds it became a full on brawl, Tommy trying to get to Tubbo and this other predator trying to eat him.
But then something shifted in the way Tommy was fighting, Tubbo was doing his best whenever he was free of someone's grasp to run either towards Tommy or further away behind Tommy, and he didn't want to admit it, but for once Tommy wasn't the one winning a fight over Tubbo.
Tommy had realized that.
He stopped fighting to grab Tubbo and get him safely away, he started fighting to get ahold of the little borrower and nothing else.
Tubbo screamed as he was crushed in the predator's grip, but Tommy ripped his tiny form free. Tubbo expected himself to be either tossed as gently as possible behind Tommy, or to be clutched to his chest.
He should have expected what happen instead, but he'd trusted Tommy too much.
He found himself inside Tommy's mouth, the tongue dragging him back towards the throat before Tubbo could even react, swallowing, gulping his tiny form down as Tommy raced away from the other predator, now focused on getting his prey down before the other could force him to spit it back up.
Tubbo sobbed as he was dragged down by slick flesh. Dropping into a slimy chamber that contracted around him, squeezing at him.
He could feel Tommy finally stop moving, having gotten to safety. For a moment Tubbo had hope that his friend would spit him back up. But instead the stomach walls squished against him, and Tommy started purring, the vibrations rumbling through Tubbo's body.
Tubbo curled up into a tight little ball, letting the tears drip down his face and mix with the slime.
.....................
Tommy wouldn't hurt Tubbo. But the feeling of Tubbo held deep within his core...
There was a reason predators ate borrowers and would fight to have one.
Tommy purred, his stomach acids neutralized, Tubbo the perfect weight in his belly.
He'd have to let him out eventually.
But for now Tommy rested his hand on his middle and grinned contentedly.
oo I think 25 (unexpected pred) and 30 (instincts) could be a fun match up with Pred Tommy because I think he fits haha and prey Wilbur? (or Ranboo if you're uncomfortable writing Wilbur <3)
trying to start writing c!wilbur again because interesting character despite real world issues, so here's a little snippet! fic!
Tommy was shocked as Schlatt exiled him and Wilbur, but he startled into action as Punz started firing arrows.
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Wilbur took an arrow to the shoulder, and was stumbling as Tommy did his best to drag him along.
After several minutes of running they had to pause, to deal with the arrow.
"I have a regen potion," Wilbur assured Tommy as the imp hybrid removed the arrow, "I won't die from bloodloss." Wilbur promised.
Tommy felt his instincts growling to protect Wilbur. Wilbur gulped down the potion, and the two started running again, just in time as Tommy heard the sounds of someone stumbling upon where they'd been hiding.
It became clear as they ran that Wilbur was still out of it, woozy from both the potion, bloodloss, and pain. Shit shit shit!
Tommy dragged his brother behind a tree, "I can't carry you and you're not going to be able to keep up!" he hissed.
Wilbur blinked, opening his mouth for a moment, unexpectedly sharp teeth being revealed, well fuck, Wilbur, being a shapeshifter, was losing control of his human form.
"Something small enough I can carry, and simple enough you can hold it! Now!" Tommy demanded.
Wilbur gave Tommy a half-hearted glare.
"There is no way I can carry you in your human form, and your natural form is taller!"
"Fine." Wilbur mumbled, before he seemed to fold in on himself, becoming some sort of small slime creature, maybe about 10 inches tall.
Tommy scooped him up and resumed running.
Tommy's instincts were screaming, rational thought only holding on because of the current danger. But finally they were far enough ahead that Tommy couldn't hear anyone.
He let out a rumbling purr, holding Wilbur against his chest, who seemed to be putting all of his mental effort into maintaining the smaller form, as he didn't respond.
Tommy needed to keep him safe. There was no way Wilbur could defend himself right now. So it was up to Tommy.
If Tommy hadn't been a demon hybrid, even if he was just an imp, what he was thinking of wouldn't be possible, even so small Wilbur would be too big. But a demon's form was much more flexiable and durable than a human's.
Tommy carefully fed Wilbur's form into his mouth. The shapeshifter had turned into some sort of slime-based creature that Tommy didn't recognize, but he seemed to be mostly solid, just very squishy.
Tommy whimpered as he felt Wilbur panick the further he was pushed into Tommy's mouth, but his big brother didn't shift into something else or try to fight. Alought the squirming could be fighting and Wilbur was just too out of it to be very successful.
Tommy swallowed, Wilbur's form quickly disapearing down the imp's throat.
Tommy purred involentarily as the feeling of both protect protect protect family and the intense enjoyment of a too-large squirming meal settled in his gut.
Tommy trilled softly as finally all of his brother was curled up in his stomach. The weight and swell of his gut made his instincts preen.
Tommy started walking quietly, searching for somewhere hidden to set up shelter, eventually coming across a ravine.
As he dug out a quick hidden room where he stuck a bed, crafting table, furnace, chest, and torch, Tommy felt uncomfortable magic swirling in his gut.
Blocking off the entrance he'd made with smoothstone Tommy sat down on the bed, wincing as he rested his hand on his rounded middle.
It took a moment for Tommy to think through his instincts and realize that either Wilbur had lost control of his form or was trying to shift into something larger to escape.
Tommy's instincts couldn't concieve of a reason his brother would want to escape the safety Tommy was providing, but Tommy himself could think of a few incredibly obvious ones, such as the fact that Wilbur had been eaten.
Either way that didn't change the fact that Wilbur became larger, settling into something close to the size and shape of his human form, effectively trapping Tommy on the bed.
Tommy groaned in pain, but his instincts actually seemed to like the change, a purr starting up in his chest.
"I'm keeping you safe." Tommy promised.
He did his best to curl up around his stomach, Wilbur unhelpfully squirming in what was most definitely an escape attempt.
Tommy rumbled consolingly, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing just slightly, trying to hug Wilbur.
Faintly, drowned out by his content instincts, Tommy wondered how he was going to get Wilbur out in the morning, he'd have to convince the shapeshifter to change back into something small so that he could be coughed up the normal way, because Tommy's demon flesh was perfectly willing to stretch to accomedate any size Wilbur wished to attempt now that Tommy had successfully gotten him down.
That was a problem for future Tommy and Wilbur, as Tommy closed his eyes, resting his head against his too-large stomach, and falling asleep to the sound of his own purring.
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Tommy could feel the ground beneath his feet through the worn down soles of his shoes. Sweat dripped down his face, Tommy had never been so scared in his life.
He careened through the forest until the trees stopped looking familiar, the footfalls sounding not far behind him shooting terror through his veins.
Tommy was still unhealthily skinny, his strength hadn’t yet fully recovered from exile, and his resurrection hadn’t helped anything. He wished in an echoey sort of way that he’d stayed dead, or that he’d let himself die in exile or that—
No, because then Dream would have just brought him back.
Over and over and over and over and over—
Tommy sobbed as he ran, he didn’t want to die if he wasn’t going to stay dead.
He wanted Tubbo and Techno and Philza and Wilbur—!
He raced across the clearing, knowing in that moment that he was dead, Dream had a clean shot now, no trees in the way, he would shoot Tommy and Tommy would never be free again.
And then Tommy saw salvation.
“WILBUR!” he screamed with his hoarse throat as he threw himself into Wilbur’s startled arms.
As soon as Wilbur registered that it was Tommy he smirked at him.
“Come running back have you?” Wilbur asked condescendingly.
Tommy let out a hiccuping sob, “He’s going to kill me and bring me back and kill me and bring me back he said— OVER AND OVER AND—”
Wilbur frowned, “Who? Dream wouldn’t do that—”
He was cut off by Dream stepping into the clearing.
“I see you’ve got something of mine.” the masked man said casually, “It ran away, I’d appreciate it if you could return him.”
Unconsciously Wilbur’s arms tightened around Tommy.
“Yours?” he asked in a tone of voice that Tommy recognized as dangerous, possessive and cruel, it made Tommy feel safe, even if he was just an object in a pissing contest between Wilbur and Dream, at least it meant Wilbur would fight for him.
Dream clearly didn’t get the message.
“Mine.” Dream affirmed.
“That’s funny,” Wilbur said coldly, “Because Tommy is my little brother.”
“But you abandoned him, left him alone and free for the taking.” Dream argued with false cheer.
“If you think anyone other than me owns Tommy you’d be very wrong. I could tell him to do anything and he’d do it, he’d fight you in little ways, but he loves me.” Wilbur countered.
Dream growled, “If you won’t return him then I’ll just have to take him back by force.”
“He’s mine!” Wilbur hissed and then Tommy was shrinking, the world around him growing to impossible heights.
…
Tommy remembered Wilbur’s power, he could shrink things so long as he was touching them, they reverted to normal size once he stopped touching them or turned his power off.
Tommy remembered daring Wilbur to shrink and eat things as a child.
He remembered Wilbur entertaining them around the campfire in L’Manburg by shrinking various animals and swallowing them whole.
Tommy remembered asking Wilbur once in Pogtopia if Wilbur had ever done that to a person. Wilbur’s response was a quick ‘no’, but the look of longing and remembrance on his face spoke a different story.
Tommy never asked again.
…
And now Wilbur held Tommy in his hands and was lifting Tommy up to his mouth, tense and clearly expecting Tommy to fight.
Tommy didn’t.
He didn’t want to die, he hated that Wilbur saw him as nothing more than a possession, that Wilbur said ‘if I can’t have it no one can’, but he’d said that about L’Manburg too.
Wilbur had loved L’Manburg…
Maybe this meant that in some way he loved Tommy.
If Wilbur killed him like this at least Dream wouldn’t be able to revive him, he wouldn’t leave behind a body for the ritual.
He’d stay dead.
Tommy closed his eyes as he was dropped into Wilbur’s mouth and let out a tiny sob.
He’d be free.
Tommy shuddered as Wilbur licked at him, and once Tommy was soaked Wilbur tilted his head back and swallowed.
Tommy tumbled into Wilbur’s throat, squished and compressed as he was dragged down, Tommy bit back a sob as the air was crushed from his lungs.
And then finally his legs hit open space, and in what felt like meer moments Tommy was sitting in Wilbur’s stomach.
Tommy opened his eyes, whimpering in the faint light, the blue-ish glow that came from Wilbur’s flesh ever since his resurrection. Tommy didn’t have any room, he was cradled on all sides by warm flesh, he curled up into a tight ball, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
Tommy flinched when he felt one of the walls press against him, like a hand from the outside.
Right, Wilbur was probably gloating at Dream.
Tommy let go, sobbing quietly.
He pressed his own hand into the flesh of the wall where he’d felt Wilbur’s hand, he wanted to feel less alone, just for a moment.
The hand returned, brushing the wall against him.
Tommy hiccuped out a few more sobs before stopping, Wilbur hadn’t forgotten him, Wilbur was right there.
Tommy was as close to his brother as was physically possible, no one could hurt him here. They’d have to get past Wilbur first, and Wilbur would never lose.
And so Tommy closed his eyes and forced himself to relax into the damp warmth around him, Dream couldn’t hurt him anymore. Tommy was safe.
…
Wilbur grinned viciously at Dream, whose expression was easy to guess even if it was hidden behind his mask, shock.
Wilbur pressed a hand into the small swell of his belly, Tommy safely hidden inside.
Wilbur taunted Dream until the man left in a huff.
Wilbur sighed, smiling as he felt Tommy move inside of him, Wilbur had always been a Child of Death, an Eater of Souls, but for Tommy he’d make his body a haven.
Wilbur was perhaps not the most mentally stable, liked seeing Tommy afraid a bit too much, saw Tommy as more of a possession than a person, but Wilbur knew he was fucked up. Just like he knew Tommy was fucked up as well.
Wilbur frowned, he was pretty sure Techno and Phil had been involved in Dream’s escape, he’d have to go talk to them about what Dream had tried to do. They’d probably make him spit Tommy back up unfortunately.
Wilbur sighed as he started walking towards Phil and Techno’s cabins.
At least now that he’d done it once he could probably trick or convince Tommy into doing it again.
Wilbur poked at the weight of Tommy in his middle, grinning as he heard faint swearing and felt movement as Tommy tried to get away from his hand. He openly laughed when Tommy settled back down and poked him back.
Mayhaps some g!Tommy t!Philza instinct noms?
Tommy is a big scary forest giant/maybe bird monster of some sort? and Philza is the human that adopted and raised him and one day Tommy gets especially clingy and upset about Phil needing to leave him for a bit so he noms him to keep his dad nicee and close >:D
(You can choose if Philza is scared or knows its safe from the start)
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Birds of the Forest
Philza had heard the crying while on a walk through the forest that surrounded his secluded home.
Phil was an architect, and he’d designed and built this home himself, his own two hands crafting a place just right for him. It was something Phil loved to do, make houses that fit the owners instead of houses with all their personality sanded down for anyone to be willing to buy. A house should be a home, built for the people who lived in it. Phil knew not everyone could afford a custom house, so he did his best to make things as cheap as possible. Phil wanted to do good in this world.
Phil was a good person, so when he heard the sounds of a crying child, even if they sounded odd, almost inhuman in a way, he rushed towards the noise.
Phil found the child curled up in the roots of a tree.
Phil couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing, sure, he saw a boy who was maybe 6 years old, he saw the large red and white wings sprouting from the boy's back, he saw the sharp canines on display as the child wailed, the fingernails that were really claws and the toes that ended in talons. But he couldn’t tell you what the boy looked like, what color his hair was, how long it was, the color of his eyes, of his skin, a single facial feature besides those teeth.
But perhaps, as much as Phil was a kind and normal person, something other beat inside his heart. Because he’d built his cabin, that only needed room for a single person, with two bedrooms. The second one he’d told himself was a guest room, but the red and white color scheme with feather decorations whispered something different now.
Phil wasn’t afraid, there was a monster in front of him, crying, a child with sharp teeth and no face Phil could see with his human eyes. Phil thought about the ‘guest’ room and didn’t think ‘something beyond this world has been manipulating my mind’, which he knew that he should probably suspect. No. He thought fate and destiny and choice.
Phil reached out slowly, so as not to scare the boy, slowly picking him up and hugging him close to his chest.
Phil hummed softly, rocking the boy like a baby almost, soothing him until the child stopped crying.
And then the boy looked up at Phil and Phil watched as the boy’s face settled into view, shifting into something human.
Blond hair, curlier than his own, but the exact same shade, blue eyes, brighter than his own, but each spot of pigment placed identical to his own. Light skin settling just a few shades off from his own. Red and white feathers peaking out from behind the boy’s ears.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Phil soothed, “My name’s Philza, you can call me Phil, what’s your name?”
“Tommy.” the boy said, eyes tracing over Phil’s features with wonder.
“Nice to meet you Tommy, do you know where your parents are?”
Tommy curled in on himself at the question.
Phil paused, “I don’t know where you’ll be safe in my world, I need to know where your parents are so that you won’t be alone.”
Tommy shuddered, “I hatched alone. Almost all of the other eggs were smashed, I’d fallen out of the nest, and my siblings were— there was something huge! And then blood and— and I ran. I don’t think I have parents anymore.”
Phil clutched Tommy tighter, alright, okay, so there was nothing he could do to get Tommy back with his own kind. Tommy definitely wouldn’t be safe in the human world.
But Phil had a spare bedroom.
And he’d never hurt a child.
“You can stay with me.” Phil promised.
And that was the start of it.
…
Tommy grew fast, far faster than a human, by the time he was 16 he was the height of the house, and he wasn’t quite done growing. Phil had built Tommy a room that hopefully would be big enough for him, it wasn’t connected to the rest of the house so that if Tommy did outgrow it Phil could expand it easily. Tommy was funny and mischievous and kind.
Philza hadn’t expected to be a father, but he couldn’t say he hated it, couldn’t say it didn’t make life worth living.
This was his purpose, to take care of his son.
And they were happy.
Until Phil heard word of a giant bird creature being captured.
It was all over the news, scientists all over the world were going out of their minds at the new discovery.
And Phil was about to do something very stupid because he saw a picture of the ‘creature’ and the face of a terrified woman stared back at him. Her wings were a dark purple that was almost black, her clothes a beautiful purple dress and floppy hat before her capture.
After she’d been captured they’d put her in what looked like a giant hospital gown. Phil thought grimly that it was lucky they’d bothered to give her clothes at all, because she couldn’t speak any human language and so far everyone was saying she wasn’t sapient.
It made Phil angry.
Phil was going to do something stupid.
He was going to break her out.
When he told Tommy, he hadn’t expected the terrified reaction.
“No! I can’t lose you too!” Tommy had shouted, angry and trying to wipe away the tears that manage to fall.
“You won’t! I promise.” Phil said honestly, “But this woman deserves freedom, and I’m the only person who will help her.”
…
They stayed in stalemate for several days while Phil prepared, Tommy sulking and refusing to talk to Phil.
Until it was time for Phil to leave.
“Dad…” Tommy said softly.
“I promise I won’t be gone long.” Phil assured him, “I’ll be back before you know it, with a new friend too.”
“You can’t go!” Tommy shouted, before scooping Phil up in his hands and dropping him into his mouth.
Phil thrashed for a moment before stopping, he didn’t want to hurt Tommy, and he knew Tommy wouldn’t actually hurt him, he was just upset.
And then Tommy swallowed.
Phil panicked, he did his best to control his flailing, to not injure Tommy but still make his son spit him back up.
It didn’t work, Phil was stuffed into a cramped and dark space.
Phil couldn’t really move, but he felt Tommy purring around him.
“Tommy!” he shouted, “Spit me back up this instant!”
“No! You’re just going to leave me!”
“If I stay in here I will die!”
“No you won’t! It’s not my stomach. If you’re there you can’t leave me too!”
Phil paused, considering his surroundings, he was surprised at how empty the stomach was of acids, and Tommy had eaten breakfast, so Phil should have been up to his knees in digesting food.
But he wasn’t.
Okay, so his son had discovered he had an extra organ and had not told him about it. That was fine, they’d have to talk about it, but it was fine.
What was not fine was that Phil couldn’t stay forever, he had to rescue the other bird-person, also, the space he was in was very cramped and uncomfortable.
“Tommy…” Phil sighed, rubbing one of his hands against the soft flesh walls around him, causing Tommy to purr louder, “Tommy, everyone deserves to be saved. You remember how I saved you? I want to save her too. You’ll always be my son, and I’ll always be there for you, but sometimes I have to be there for someone else as well.”
Tommy stopped purring, he was quiet for a minute.
“I’ll let you out in the morning. You can go save her tomorrow.”
Phil smiled softly, “Thank you.”
Phil felt Tommy sit down.
The two of them curled up together.
…
The next day Phil left, but within 4 days he was back. With Kristin in tow.
Phil thought that would be the end of it, his family had grown to three members, he didn’t need anymore.
But fate is a funny thing, so is destiny, so is choice.
Phil hadn’t meant to become a father, but he was good at it, he loved it, he loved his children.
The skeletal bird son named Wilbur who stumbled from the tree line. The pink-haired boar in humanoid form named Technoblade who fell out of a glowing purple portal. The boy with goat horns and ears Tommy found in a box. The black-and-white boy with mismatched green and red eyes who Techno found burning in the rain.
Could we get a giant tommy and tiny dream? I have a few ideas, pick which one you Like the best:
secret giant monster hybrid Tommy(maybe a dragon or arachnid) gets found by dream
After escaping prison a somehow shrunk dream is found by Tommy
Tommy is secretly an eldrich being and want a snack
during exile Tommy shrinks dream. Secretly somewhat evil(he's mainly pretending to be dumber then he is) Tommy.
I'm answering 3, but I might do the others at a later date! Here's the AO3 link!
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I hope you don't mind but it's more of an exposition for a full series, it does have noms but man I spent the whole time making an AU for it lol. So now I have a fun little Eldritch!SBI AU I'll be tagging it as Eldritch!SBI Noms. Enjoy the story under the cut!
Look, the Minecraft family wasn’t normal, and they certainly weren’t hiding it. Well, some of them weren’t.
Philza didn’t bring up that he was The Angel of Death often, he didn’t see the need to, but he wasn’t hiding it.
Techonblade was pretty open about the fact that he was in fact the Blood God, or well, a blood god, subject to the whims of a hivemind of bloodied souls which most blood gods didn’t have to deal with really it was unfair—
Kristin of course was the Goddess of Death, nothing more to be said, although she found Wilbur’s jokes that she was a fridge rather funny. Get it, because she was fridged? Because she was Philza’s wife and was never seen and ‘dead’? Fridged! Really, Wilbur got his sense of humor from her…
Wilbur only hid what he was sometimes, when he was hosting an ‘experiment’ he reveled in it. When he was somewhere else, playing a fun little game, he would hide what he was until an opportune moment to really freak someone out.
And Tommy?
Tommy didn’t always hide it, when he was helping Wilbur with an experiment he wouldn’t hide it. But he usually kept it hidden. He was just a normal boy, nothing to see here, nope!
But Tommy was getting tired of this game, XD and Drista’s favorite mortal was getting on his nerves. Drista had given him permission to mess with Dream, and XD had only sighed and said as long as he didn’t permanently kill him it would be fine.
Tommy really did love Tubbo, Tommy really did care about L’manburg. He did care about the people who lived in it, he really was friends with all of them. Besides, he knew Fundy was currently being hazed by Wilbur before he could join the family fully, and if Fundy died before that happened Wilbur would be pissed. (Although Fundy had yet to question how his mother was a Salmon yet Wilbur the one to ‘give birth’, he probably thought his mom was shapeshifter or something… So the hazing would probably continue for a few years yet.)
And Dream was threatening that.
Tommy took his exile with grace, he’d hoped to avoid it, but Dream was a blessed mortal, it made sense that he was manipulating the people of the server, especially because it was his own server, so easily. Tommy really needed to get around to blessing Tubbo, and maybe Ranboo as well, he seemed nice. Maybe Tommy could help with those memory issues? Although it might take more precision than he really had, which would mean either convincing Wilbur, who was the best at mind stuff, or pleading with Philza who had the most experience with it.
Tommy hadn’t realized he’d zoned out until Dream was stopping at the beach where his exile would take place.
That totally wasn’t how exile worked, but whatever, what did Tommy care?
Tommy glanced at Dream, he hadn’t eaten in a while, a long while. Sure he’d had mortal food and mob souls and player experience, but he hadn’t eaten. And really, he was a growing boy after all!
“Hey Dream,” Tommy said slowly, “How do you feel about dying?”
Dream snorted, “Tommy you aren’t going to kill me that easily.”
Tommy grinned and his teeth were far too sharp.
Dream turned to face Tommy and froze at what he saw.
There were wings, just two, they even looked like avian wings! Were in the right place for avian wings! They were red and white with a metallic gold glittering on the edge of some of the feathers.
The head was proportional to the body, the hair even still the same haircut. The eyes were a deep swirling blue that really shouldn’t be possible. The mouth was large with sharp teeth.
The body really should have looked like a normal human or avian body, it had all the right proportions, all the right shapes…
But the size and the way the world around him warped made it hard to look at Tommy.
Dream knew in his heart that if it weren’t for his mask acting as a barrier his eyes would have burned out of his skull.
Tommy scooped Dream up with hands that became clawed the moment he started reaching for the man. Tommy laughed at the way Dream’s face morphed into panic behind his mask. Tommy hadn’t actually seen Dream’s face before, the mask was warded well enough that his ‘blessed’ human eyes couldn’t see through it, but it certainly didn’t block his Eyes from seeing Dream’s face.
Dream actually had a decent looking face, Tommy had been assuming the man was ugly, why else would he wear a blessed mask that hid his face from everyone except the gods? Maybe the man was just self conscious.
Or, Tommy thought as he lifted Dream above his mouth, Dream had figured out early on that he was real bad at hiding his facial expressions.
And then Tommy dropped him.
Tommy swished Dream around his mouth for a moment, he considered biting the annoying man, but decided against it, he didn’t really want the coppery taste of blood sticking to his senses, he wasn’t Techno.
Tommy swallowed once Dream had stopped thrashing to catch his breath.
Tommy grinned as he felt Dream sink down into his stomach. Tommy shrank back down, he could feel Dream in his True Form’s stomach, and with a thought, he connected said stomach to his human one.
Pressing against his belly Tommy could feel what seemed like a tiny Dream fighting against him inside, but Dream was still fully sized, nicely filling up his actual stomach.
Tommy sighed happily.
He’d decide if he’d make Dream respawn or spit him up later, for now he was going to build a quick cobblestone cabin and enjoy feeling full.
hi!! I hope its okay Im asking here (I dont know how to anon on ao3 ^^;) But I love your fics and wanted to request/suggest a prompt :D
I love all your bench trio related works but how about Pred Tommy and Prey Ranboo?
Recently presented Ender Dragon hybrid Tommy doesnt really understand his instincts yet and is spending time with Ranboo and Tubbo. And one night wile (mostly) the whole snowchester mansion is sleeping Ranboo in enderwalk feeds himself to Tommy as an instinct thing between endermen & the ender dragon (and their hybrids respectively). Tommy wakes up confused with Ranboo halfway down his throat but swallows them along as his instincts seem super happy about it.
And then when Tommy properly wakes up in the morning hes confused and perhaps stressed while Ranboo is shy about the whole ordeal doing their best to explain End hybrid instincts (maybe Tubbo is there laughing at Tommys distress xD)
I hope this is okay :D feel free to take as much or as little as you'd like /nf
ty ^w^
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Tommy had been human his whole life. He’d known his mother wasn’t, but his father was reportedly human so it wasn’t that much of a surprise that Tommy was human.
When Tommy turned 12 and he didn’t present any hybrid traits he shrugged it off as being human, when he was 16 and still hadn’t presented any hybrid traits he was secure in the knowledge that he was past the presenting ages for all hybrid species.
Except, well, except for boss hybrid species.
Wither hybrids tended to present around adulthood, anywhere from 18 to 24, Warden hybrids tended to present at exactly 17 on the dot, and Elder Guardian hybrids presented somewhere around age 25 to 30.
And of course Elytrians had a double presentation, first as an avian anywhere from age 5 to 16, and then as an Elytrian somewhere from 16 to 21.
Ender Dragon hybrids were myths of course, but if they were real they’d present sometime between 16 and 19.
And since Tommy was certain someone in the village he’d spent the first 8 years of his life would have mentioned if his mother was a boss hybrid. Sure, they’d never told him what kind of hybrid she was, but that was because they didn’t particularly like him and he never asked. One didn’t just send a possible un-presented boss hybrid out into the world without any warning. Not only could that be detrimental for the person’s health if they didn’t have time to either research their instincts and presenting requirements or find other boss hybrids of the same kind to help them with it, it would also be devastating to the area they were in when they presented. And there weren’t many boss hybrids left in the world so if they died because they lacked the knowledge they needed, well, you could say the hybrid community would be devastated.
But maybe Tommy’s mom had hid her full hybrid status from the village before she unexpectedly died, it wasn’t uncommon for boss hybrids to be feared or hunted by humans, and since she had married a human, she may have kept what kind of hybrid she was secret from the village to avoid complications.
Or maybe the village had really, really wanted him to die.
Either way, Tommy, at the grand old age of 17, found himself presenting as a hybrid.
Now, 17 wasn’t too late for a late bloomer whose species usually presented at age 16, and because of the pain on his back Tommy had assumed he was a late blooming avian. But a lot of hybrid presentations ended around age 16, so really he could be most any hybrid that had wings.
Tommy had stumbled through the pain to Snowchester, curling up in the room that had given to him (built for him even if he didn’t really admit that to himself).
He’d have to try and get help from some of the other avians on the server once his wings had finished growing in. Because while he knew some things about avians from growing up around Philza, Philza wasn’t an avian and had different, if similar, instincts. Tommy closed his eyes to sleep after realizing he was probably going to have to bother Quackity.
At some point the next morning Tommy realized through the haze of pain that his wings had fully grown in, being small, bloody, limp things sticking to his back and the bedsheets. He appeared to be growing talons on his hands as well, most avians had them on their feet but some did have almost claw-like fingernails as well, Tommy supposed he was one of the latter. Tommy stumbled into the bathroom, he really should clean up and disinfect everything so that he didn’t get an infection.
Tommy found himself in the shower, holding himself up against the wall while warm water hit him and turned a muddy red before disappearing down the drain.
He’d have to throw out the sheets he’d slept in too.
Man, why did this shit always happen to him?
Tommy had always been tall, even with the difficulties accessing food until he got taken in by Phil, it had always been weird to him that it hadn’t stunted his growth, now it was even weirder because avians tended to be on the shorter side, rarely breaking 5 10’. And yet.
Tommy was taller than when he’d gone to bed, not by much, but enough to suggest that his height had in fact been stunted because his species was supposed to be taller.
Tommy stared through blurry eyes at the decidedly not-feathered wings on his back. They were black and scaled, almost like bat wings but bat hybrids presented between the ages of 6 and 8.
Tommy questioned what species had non-feathered wings. Phantoms for one, but they had such a wide variety of wing types that Tommy wouldn’t be able to be certain from wings alone, but yeah, they could be Phantom wings. Phantoms did stop presenting around age 17 actually now that he thought about it. Tommy checked his teeth, his teeth were not sharper, he discarded his Phantom theory.
Demon? Maybe, would explain why the village people had hated him so much if his mother was a high enough ranking demon to have wings. Would also explain the late blooming because he was half human instead of a hybrid. Tommy checked for a tail, he did have the start of a tail, it was even controllable once he focused. Once it was longer he could probably pick stuff up with it the way he’d seen Bad do once or twice. So he was a demon, cool— his tail was the wrong shape. Maybe that was just because it wasn’t fully grown?
But no, it didn’t have a sharp point, but it did have the start of hard spines along the top.
Well fuck.
An Allay? No, wings were too dark. Vex? Wings too intact.
What the fuck else could he be!?
Maybe some kind of flying fish? Stupid, these were reptile scales he could find dotted across his skin where they itched desperately. He wasn’t a snake though, honestly it was like he was some kind of flying lizard—
NO.
That wasn’t possible.
He couldn’t be a dragon.
He couldn’t.
Not because it wouldn’t be cool but because they weren’t real and even if he was a dragon hybrid he would die because he didn’t know anything about Ender Dragon instincts and presenting requirements and no one in the world did and oh Prime if he didn’t handle this perfectly he could end up destroying everything around him and he was currently in Tubbo and Ranboo’s house along with their child!
FUCK!
…
Tommy came back to himself when the water from the shower had gone cold and the pain spread across his body had thinned and his skin was pruney and he was most definitely clean at this point.
Tommy turned off the shower.
He grabbed the largest hoodie he owned and cut careful holes in the back, he’d have to sew those nicely later if he survived this. He threw on some sweatpants, annoyed at the extra two or three inches of height he’d gained making even his longest pair just a little too short. He’d just have to steal a pair from Ranboo.
Something happy rumbled in the back of his head at the thought of having something of his flight’s.
Huh, okay, so apparently he came with some of the instincts pre-installed in a way he understood. He was clearly a hoarder like a piglin, some kind of flock-obsessed like an elytrian, and he was sure there was more but he was pretty knowledgeable about hybrid instincts so maybe if he could connect his own to the most similar ones he could manage to fulfill them.
And maybe he should talk to Phil, Phil was old, and elytrians were from the End.
Maybe Phil had met an Ender Dragon hybrid before.
Tommy whimpered, he had claws and he couldn’t put on his shoes because of it.
Tommy cleaned up the bed and put new sheets on it, throwing out the old ones, he stole a pair of sweatpants from Ranboo and a scarf from Tubbo for good measure.
But it was snowing so hard outside. Tommy stared forlornly at the snow. He was certain the cold wouldn’t bother him anymore, but the wind and the snow itself would. And his wings were still too small for him to fly.
With an annoyed hiss that startled himself, Tommy stole all of the blankets and pillows from the house other than the ones on someone’s bed and set about making a nest in his room. Or well, a nest-den hybrid thing.
When he was finished Tommy curled up and went to sleep, surrounded by the scent of his flight. Even if it wasn’t all of them, it was still better than before.
Sleep came quickly, blocking out the remaining pain.
…
Tubbo stared at Tommy, Ranboo dragged Tubbo out of the room and closed the door behind them.
“Tommy’s an Ender Dragon hybrid. Tubbo, I need to handle this on my own until he’s done presenting. You stay with Michael on the other side of the mansion.”
“Do you know how to handle this?”
“Not entirely, but what I do know should get my instincts to kick into gear. Enderians and all citizens of the End are hardwired to take care of Ender Dragon hybrids.”
“Okay, but be safe, and tell me when I can come back over or if I can help at all.”
“I will.”
…
As soon as Ranboo stepped back into Tommy’s room he was hit with a wave of instincts, at this rate he was going to go into enderwalk any minute, and honestly? Ranboo had no idea if that was a good or bad thing. He knew some things about Ender Dragon hybrids, but certainly not enough, but his instincts might help.
Ranboo shut the door behind him and crawled into Tommy’s nest.
The scent of haunting and baby Ender Dragon overwhelmed him, and Ranboo was out like a light.
…
Ranboo hummed as his senses heightened and his mind retreated.
Tommy opened his eyes, his pupils tiny slits like a cat’s. Ranboo cooed.
Tommy rumbled back.
Ranboo stepped closer before Tommy snatched him and pulled him against his chest. Ranboo warbled softly as Tommy did his best to squish Ranboo against him.
Ranboo vwooped encouragingly, baby Ender Dragons didn’t know how to eat at first, it was an Enderian’s job to teach them, among other things.
Usually the mother dragon was there to scoop up endermen and feed them to the baby, but in the absence of an adult dragon, Ranboo would have to step up.
There weren’t any other endermen around for Ranboo to gather, which was a problem, as baby Ender Dragons really did need to eat a lot and Ranboo alone certainly wasn’t enough.
Tommy whined in pained confusion, squeezing Ranboo even tighter, clearly being hit with the instinct of wanting the Enderian as close as possible but unable to fulfill it. Ranboo cooed, freeing his arms he pressed them against Tommy’s mouth. It took a few tries before Tommy actually opened his mouth and Ranboo was able to push his hands inside.
It didn’t take long for Tommy to get the memo, he started swallowing quickly, releasing his hold on Ranboo so that Ranboo could help push himself inside.
It didn’t take long for Ranboo’s head to be in Tommy’s chest, which was when the Ender Dragon hybrid seemed to notice that eating Ranboo made him disappear. Tommy whimpered, pausing his swallowing, letting out a whine for his flight.
Ranboo vwooped back encouragingly.
Tommy started swallowing again.
Once Ranboo was entirely encased within Tommy, settling as a heavy weight in Tommy’s stomach, Tommy let out a happy rumble.
Ranboo let himself relax, he’d fed the baby dragon and certainly other endermen would find the baby eventually, so Tommy wouldn’t be without a full stomach for long.
Ranboo sighed softly as he felt Tommy rub at him curiously, his instincts lighting up at the knowledge that he was being a good meal for Tommy. Tommy was rather small for an Ender Dragon, even a hybrid, maybe Ranboo would be enough on his own.
The possessive thought made something in his instincts sing.
Ranboo purred for Tommy, encouraging the dragon to enjoy his meal.
…
Tommy came back to his senses, he’d been mostly asleep, but he had flashes of waking up to Ranboo climbing into his nest and then—
Well, Tommy would have classed it as a nightmare, but his emotions seemed to disagree.
And then Tommy fully woke up, the feeling of a full and heavy stomach making something in his head ecstatic.
Tommy stared at his rounded belly, trying to make himself panic because that was definitely Ranboo in there that dream was not a dream—! But his mind was sickeningly at ease.
“Ranboo?” Tommy asked cautiously.
“Hmm? Oh, I went into enderwalk… Hey Tommy.” Ranboo said with a voice that should have been muffled through Tommy’s skin but somehow wasn’t.
“Are you okay? How do I get you out? Why am I so calm?” Tommy tried to enforce some urgency into his words but failed.
“I’m fine, you definitely don’t want to let me out yet, and as for why you’re so calm? Essentially an instinct induced food coma.”
“Why shouldn’t I let you out?” Tommy asked, worry filling him finally, the reaction matching the situation for the first time since he woke up, settling his thoughts.
“Ender Dragons have to have full bellies, specifically full of Enderians, until they finish presenting. For actual Ender Dragons it’s until they’re a certain age, but hybrids only have to worry about it for a few days.”
“You don’t sound hurt.” Tommy asked cautiously.
“Ender Dragons don’t eat the same way overworld creatures do. They absorb excess magic, usually endermen or elytrians are the best source of it in the End. You eating me won’t hurt me, it actually makes my instincts really happy. I can talk you through most of your instincts as they pop up, I might not know exactly how to solve them but the most important one is eating. So that’s dealt with.”
“Wait, can I even eat regular food now?” Tommy asked in minor distress.
“I don’t know, I’d guess not.”
“But I still have to eat? Right?”
“Whenever you get hungry you’ll just have to swallow a magic source for a few days. I wouldn’t worry about it, there are magical objects out there, if we can get ahold of a Totem of Undying you shouldn’t need to eat anything for a while. Otherwise I’m here, so convenient energy source there—”
“You’re not an energy source!” Tommy gasped, panic finally flooding through him, “You’re—!”
“I didn’t mean I was only food!” Ranboo corrected himself quickly, “I meant that I’m a member of your flight and you’re a member of my haunting so you won’t have to worry about food, I’ll take care of it.”
Tommy calmed down slowly.
“So this is… normal?”
“Yes.” Ranboo assured him.
“So… a flight is like my flock, or sounder, or haunting or herd or pack or whatever, right?” Tommy asked after a moment of silence, “Does that mean I should get the people in my flight in my nest until I’m done presenting? I know elytrians and avians have to do that…”
Ranboo purred for a moment before responding, “I don’t know much about the dynamics of a flight, but yes, it functions similar to a haunting, you should have as many members as possible as close as you can.”
Tommy grumbled before grabbing his communicator.
He sent a message to Tubbo explaining that he had a haunting instinct or something similar so he’d appreciate it if Tubbo came and brought Michael and didn’t freak out because apparently Ender Dragons ate magic and Ranboo was currently eaten but would be fine according to the guy himself.
Tubbo sent back a laughing emoji before saying he was on his way.
Tommy considered sending a message to his family, after a moment he sighed, resting a hand on his full belly, and sent a short message explaining that he’d presented as a hybrid but that Ranboo and Tubbo were taking care of him.
Maybe they’d show up. Maybe they wouldn’t. Tommy didn’t want to ask and find out.
Setting down his communicator, Tommy snuggled into soft blankets, a rumbling purr building up in his throat as he closed his eyes and let his instincts enjoy the feeling of Ranboo curled up in his middle.
