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.
AO3
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.