DSMP OneShots

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

This was suggested by MAYOISBEST , love that name now that I actually had to read and type that out, but they wanted me to rewrite "'Tis the Damn Season," Which you should not go back to read cause it's bad... well it's so bad it's funny so sure, go read it if you want. Anywho this is going to be just a bit different since I don't have to write this in one fucking day and I've learned to use more words.
ALSO! My Grammarly is so rude, assuming I write "serious" things and "want to sound more confident" fuck off, let me write my dumb fanfiction. Just tell me when I misspell something.
Rant over. ON TO THE STORY!

TW
Abusive father
Alchoholisim
Panic Attack
Self-Harm (scratching face)
Physical violence

CW
Arguing
Verbal Abuse

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// Third Person POV //
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It was a few days after Christmas, and a snowy day in Snowchester, as always, but this storm was different. It was colder, harsher, and windier. It was a raging blizzard that kept everyone locked inside until it was over. This was no issue, as everyone was staying warm inside the mansion.
Quackity was sitting in front of the fire with Michael, keeping the piglin entertained while Tubbo and Ranboo relaxed. The smell of food roasting in the oven created waterfalls of drool from the anticipation of reaping the rewards of their long wait.
The reason for the fancy meal and family over was that it was Tubbo and Quackity's birthday... sort of-
Tubbos had been a few days earlier, and Quackity's wasn't for a few days; they just enjoy any reason to spend time with each other. Tubbo had never liked being away from his mother since... well, as long as he could remember, and Quackity always filled the parental role Toby always needed... which he needed a lot. Seeing as his real father was nothing more than an asshole, a man who ordered to have his own son murdered with little to no remorse for his actions, then when everything was done he never got a good bye... or even an ounce of fake love that he was so desperate for, instead he was completely forgotten and his fathers last words were an insult to his mother, but to Tubbo those last words were worth more than anything in the world, it was something you could only get once, something that those around you thought of until they themselves died. At least Quackity was spoken to directly when Schlatt died, sure, his looks were insulted, crushing what was left of his self-esteem, but to Tubbo... that meant the world, just any crumb of his father caring about him... loving him... that's all he wanted.

Thankfully, now he doesn't have to think of that anymore; he just gets to live in a mansion with his partner and son, knowing that no matter what went on outside, he could keep them safe inside, and he was the man of his house of a sort... at the front of the metaphorical table, he called the shots while Ranboo just followed, going mining every so often and coming back with all sorts of jewels to spend on whatever they needed, along with plenty of time to spend with Micheal when Tubbo was too busy with his other projects. They all worked together to form a functional household... a functional family, sure, in the beginning, their whole marriage was for tax purposes... but it was more than that, in their hearts, it was a bond that had slowly built up for years. Being together for hours each day in the New L'manburg days was a push in the right direction; they got so comfortable with the other being a few feet away that they decided to always be a few feet away. When Ranboo is having an episode, he knows Tubbos is always just a few rooms away, and the same goes for Tubbo. They love sharing their home with each other and with their family... well, their found families just enough rooms for everyone to have a space, typically Tommy would be hanging around the place, but this year he was finally spending it with his family.
This left the home quiet; all you could hear was the fire crackling and Michael laughing as Alex did the same peek-a-boo trick over and over again. When the oven finally went off, Ranboo went to check on the roast while Tubbo set the table, making sure each spot was perfect. Even Michael's highchair looked like an Instagram mom's story, of course, this would be ruined during the first five seconds of his son being sat down to eat, but it's the small things that make him feel at peace. He turned each plate ever so slightly so that there was just the right amount of distance between the fork, spoon, and knives when there was a frantic knock at the door.