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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.

• SLEEPY BOIS VILLAIN AU • "Tubbo! We have a job for you!" "What is it?" "We need you to go undercover for us! And get information on the Sleepy Bois" "Wait why me?! Aren't their better people?" "No, you are the easiest to talk to. Just say hi and they will love you." "Okay, I'll do it. Dream" ------- Dream has asked Tubbo to go undercover to get information on the villains in town the Sleepy Bois. What will happen when Tubbo gets attached? Will he keep on selling out the Sleepy Bois? Would he betray Dream? ----- THIS STORY IS BASED off of one of Smol_Celestial15's oneshots called 'befriend the enemy' go check them out! • This will have spelling mistakes •

Wilbur was a hero, the second best hero to be exact. And it was his job to protect everyone that resided in his beloved city. Everything was perfect for the hero, he had a lovely father and two brothers, he had his friends, and he even had a boyfriend who he loved more than life itself! Wilbur loved his work to keep his city safe, but there was always someone trying to prevent that. Sometimes it was large villains who killed and killed, other times it was a simple thief. Sometimes, it was a shapeshifting villain who liked scarring others and ruining lives. Sometimes it was a villain who helped unlock hidden powers yet was insane enough to fight in a burning, collapsing building. Because that night, Wilbur fought alongside a way-too-young-and-way-too-familiar vigilante and his family against a famous villain with an ability so powerful it seemed fake. The world was never have been ready for Shift in the first place, Shift was the villain who's identity was so secret no one had a single lead to go attempt to catch them. In a forgotten world full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes, a world that had neither a good or bad ending, or maybe no ending at all. Who knows? Their world could never have been ready for what was about to come. ______________________________ 4/6

SBI found family meets super hero au Tommy is a vigilante that get adopted by SBI he has no idea they are heroes he finally feels like he has a home when it all goes to shit the cover art is by me This fic is heavily based off when Phil kills Wilbur in Canon and contains some sensitive material read with caution(it's not really that bad) tw: death, Derealization, smoking, human traficking, foster system

Putting a twist on the Dark SBI, giving Tommy the upper-hand, control in the situation. Things play out how he wants them to. You learn a couple manipulative tricks when your a Wastaken. It is a fanfic about serial killers. I do not want to be responsible for triggering anyone. enjoy :)

Warning: If you comment anything, some characters may hear you. (Techno, Dream, One person will be heard by Wilbur, Phil, ect) "It's okay mate, Dream can't hurt you." The boy lowered his knife, tilting his head. A taunting gesture that Dream commonly used. "Did you catch him?" Thanatos looked away and Seiren busied himself with his hair. Icarus glared at both before turning back to the masked boy. "No... he got away." The masked boy's head tilted down. Thanatos and Seiren readied themselves to hear regret and terror, just like everyone else they freed from Dream's grasp. Instead, the boy let out a sinister chuckle. "Good." AKA Dream being a terrible person and SBI being decent human beings. ALSO! I will be putting this on AO3 around about March so if you see that it's not someone copying this, just me wanting to put this on a platform more people will read it on.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

Tommy was tired. Tired of how corrupt the heroes were. Tired of the villains that didn't care who they hurt. Tired of vigilantes who barely helped Tired of standing to the side and allowing it to happen Tired of being just some kid in L'manburg. He wanted to show he wasn't just some kid He wanted to teach Heroes, Villains and Vigilantes a lesson He wanted to take action. Prometheus would take action. Summaries are hard anyways TWs: Violence, Death, kidnapping, manipulation, possesiveness, possessive sbi, the whole shebang, Dark but not too dark COVER ART ISNT MINE NOT CLAIMING IT

"I stole your brother's crown," Tommy spat, his breath ragged. "I tried to steal your mother's necklace. I cursed you out. I ran away-over and over again." His voice cracked, frustration spilling into something almost desperate. "So why the hell would you fucking care?" Technoblade tilted his head, considering. Silence stretched between them. Then, with the certainty of someone stating a fact as simple as the sky being blue, he answered. "You shine like the sun." Tommy blinked. He let out a short, incredulous laugh-half-broken, half-breathless. "I'm literally the worst fucking person you could pick to care about." "And yet, I do." OR Tommy is the lost prince, kidnapped at 5 and left at 10. But he's a menace and decides it's a smart idea to steal a crown from the royal family. -- This fanfic is also out on AO3!! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/61201051/chapters/156396613 ;under the name Bluee_Flowerr)

Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)