This story was made by Aria_Cinabun on ao3 His name was Tommy Innes, and everything he had ever known-and everything he had ever done-was nothing in the face of his greatest enemy. Everything he had ever fought for in his life had nearly been destroyed by the one Avian that would haunt him for the rest of his life, however short that would be. Chroma. And he would tear down every path, forge every weapon, run through fire and smoke, cry over every grave and remember every person the Avian had ever taken from him, destroy every life that he'd ever hoped to have in order to save his friends. In order to save his family, however small that dwindled. His name was Tommy Innes, and he would have his revenge. (Even if it would kill him. Even if it would kill them both.) (You MUST have read The Children's Rebellion to understand this fic)

made by AdrianaintheSnow on ao3 It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do. He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay. It'd have to be okay.

Tommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him? - NOT MY STORY. OG IS BY @Drhair76 ON AO3

This story belongs to spookyserpent in ao3 Spiders are both overlooked and feared. They spin their webs, catch their kills and move on. Some hunt, finding their prey and stalking until the kill. Tommy's not a Huntsman Spider anymore, though. He made sure of that when the skies bled black with smoke and the horizon was stained with orange and red. From a class of twenty-eight to a class of one. Or, Tommy has escaped the Red Room, only to stumble into the lives of a family of Villains, who want him to join their ranks, a corrupt businessman and his makeshift family and a bunch of Heroes, who swear they want to help him.

this fanfic is not mine it belongs to @Aria_Cinbun on Ao3 His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars. Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old-the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia. He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again. But maybe-maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge-but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars. Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again-people whom he had lost years ago. One day. Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars. And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to. or a science fiction fic about rebellion