Tommy is an ordinary sixteen-year-old avion who is trying to get by in life. He is the owner of a café who works alone and does not get a lot of sleep. One night he finds himself in an alleyway bringing him into the café and healing one of the most wanted criminals, soon becoming the personal healers of the syndicate that consists of Siren, The Blade, Zephyrus, Nuke, Ender, Daedalus, and Nemesis, and The Warden. All ships will be platonic

Tommy was a boy left for dead when his parents were brutally murdered infront of him. He was raised by wild animals sense he was 6 and has always stolen from others to survive. What will Tommy do when he's severely injured and picked up by one of the Princes to be taken back to his home? Find out in this story. COVER ART NOT MINE!!!! FOUND OUT IS BY kait kait ON TWITTER PLEASE GIVE THEM LOVE FOR THE ART TANKS <3 There will be mistakes in spelling and grammar, also if you want me to do another story I have no problem taking request and I'll give you recommendation for the story idea! This will have multiple TWs so if you're not ok with that please dont read! I do not own these people, I'm also writing about their personas not who they actually are! DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY! It's just for fun :) #1 - Sbi May 31, 2021 #1 - Tommyinnit June 11, 2021 #1 - sleepyboisinc June 24, 2021 #2 - Philza June 24, 2021 #1 - dadza July 7, 2021 #2 - Angst August 14, 2021 (#69 on January 10, 2022) 100k reads - September 12, 2021 200k reads - June 13, 2022 Completed - September 19, 2021 Word count: 50,076 words, discluding additional add ons.

Tommy, being killed again and again and again has come to a halt. The SBI has come to a agreement that the family needs to be together. They all love each other, but dose tommy except that love... Or even remember it?

"You so badly wanted a villain that you made me one, but you should know by now I'm not really a villain I'm not even evil. But history needs a bad guy, and the bad guys always die at the end right? I guess before I go I want to say thank you, even though you have tried to kill me plenty you made my life interesting. And well they are going to take it off anyway might as well make it easier." Tommy smiles pulling the mask part of his suit off before stepping back over the ledge and letting himself fall, gripping the single feather in his on his necklace under his suit to make his last memory one of his best.

Tommy screamed in pain and in fear as the strange, tall, split colored thing held him down by his right arm and legs. "No! Let me go!" He yelled, tears of pain streaming down his face. "I'm- Im gonna- I'm gonna snap your arm into place!" The short, goat-looking one in front of him said in a panicked voice. "Do not fuckin' touch me!" Tommy screamed. "One..." "Do not touch me!" "Two..." "No!" "Three!" "Don't fuckin' touch me!" 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 or, In which Tommy finds himself caught in the rivers current, sending him towards a large waterfall that should have but didn't kill him. The waterfall is a gateway that leads to another world, just like his own, but full of strange creatures that he is terrified of at first. ~~~ TW: Cussing Abuse Injuries Drowning Crying Trauma etc... ~~~ Started: December 22, 2022 Finished: December 27, 2022 (No....I totally didn't think of a plot and start this just five minutes after I published a story at 10:21 pm...totally...god, I'm gonna be up for hours.)

"After some thought, we have decided, what is best for our nation," Tubbo spoke loud and bold, Fundy and Quackity smiling behind him. Tommy on the other hand was looking straight at the ground. He had not yet heard of their decision, nor was he high hoped for this to go well. "that he is not exiled." __ HEYY. BACK WITH ANOTHER FIC. this one will be good. i know it will. it has to be. i am NOT falling off. check out my other books! during this I'll be writing one for fun about dream. because that's what i do. angst, my beloved.

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.

In a world of destruction, children are not spared. The youngest of which has been fighting since he was eight years old. the child soldier isn't even a child anymore, but rather a person filled to the brim with unwavering loyalty, as he has been made to fallow his brother blindly through a path of decay. He never questioned it until he lost everything... His brothers... his "father", if you could even call him that. It seemed like he only showed up to go away again. It seems like he'd lost even himself until he is found by one of the only adults swept up in the war. A neutral demon filled to the brim with empathy. Could this be what he needs? A second chance, and a place to start over?

(Art is not mine) After being neglected by his father for years Tommy finally has enough of being royalty. When the rest of the castle is distracted Tommy runs away and into the forest. After being out in the wild for a week Tommy is found by a man with big dark wings. After years of finally finding peace what happens when Tommy receives a letter with the seal, he thought he would never see again? #1 in fatherinnit #739 in tommy #53 dsmpau

In this world, being a hybrid/having a superpower is a gift, they're not that uncommon, but they are a gift. You are expected to use that power for good. You are expected to be a hero. Tommy is an avian and after an unfortunate misunderstanding with a spatula, is now training to be a hero as the apprentice of the great Dream. But the more time he spends with him, the less Dream seems all that nice. **DISCONTINUED** cover art belongs to @plaugeislost on Tumblr and Twitter