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.
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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.
i think literally every character matters to DSMP because without them itd feel empty or underpopulated. Hannah Alyssa and Mcchill idk what you guys were doing but thank you for being here
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.
