"It seems like someone set off multiple bombs at the News Tower. Looks like Pyro's work- but we can't be sure. The entire building is on fire, but Soulfire is across the city-" "I'm on it." He said instantly, cutting her off. "Call Charon and Peleus, too. There might be people trapped on the higher floors and we'll need to get them out." Tommy's excitement screeched to a halt at that. "Get Warden, too. We need someone who can breathe smoke to get in there and help us look." Erebus continued, but Tommy wasn't really paying attention. People? What did he mean by people? There weren't any people in the tower- it was nearly 2 am. Why would there be people at a news station at 2 in the morning?? The Villain League would never intentionally hurt innocent people. Then his ears popped, and he heard the screams. Oh god.. What has he done? --- Or: Tommy's a supervillain tasked with going undercover at the Hero's Tower. His job is to gather information, sabotage what he can, get their identities, and get out..But he doesn't expect for people to actually like him. He doesn't expect the enemy to treat him kinder than his own family.

( One of the robbers rushed towards the two boys only to be stopped by a dart to the abdomen. He promptly collapsed and started writhing on the ground, shouting profanities. "What the hell- what the fuck are in those?" Torpedo stared at Tommy incredulously. "Ink." Tommy smiled. "Dude- that could kill someone-" "Oh. Oops." ) In which Tommy is a vigilante who works as a barista with his best friends, who aren't even aware of his secret hobby. Unbeknownst to Tommy, his friends have secrets as well. ‼️THIS IS ENTIRELY PLATONIC‼️

Cover made by me! Originally posted by me on ao3

Summary: "The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder... how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found-not another soul in sight. So," He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, "-tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?" - OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.