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witchyleehibernates-fics · 1 month ago

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Halloween Traditions

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“What are you planning on making?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy could see him glancing at him from the corner of his eye. Of course Tubbo would side eye him while trying to gather information. Chayanne and Tallulah were whispering to each other, glancing towards the oven with hungry expressions. “A surprise.” Tommy responded, laughing as Tubbo pouted. “Boo-boy, keep him outta the fridge? He’ll try sneak a look.” Tommy pointed at Ranboo, who only smiled and nodded. Tommy could only hope that they would actually keep Tubbo out of the fridge and not try help him figure out what Tommy was baking that night. Tommy was quick to disappear further in the house, trying his best to escape the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, disappearing to his room to sleep before dinner for a bit.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff! Hinted/Implied Found Family

Characters:

TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)

Toby Smith | Tubbo

Niki | Nihachu

Tallulah (QSMP)

Chayanne (QSMP)

Mentioned Phil Watson | Philza

Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,167

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Tommy snickered as he watched Ranboo stop in the doorway, head tilting back slightly as they no doubt looked around the entryway. He knew that Philza had probably gone even further out now that they’d ‘recruited’ Ranboo into staying with them. He had, purposefully, forgotten to mention it to Ranboo, but Philza loves holidays. He loved any excuse to decorate, inside or outside, the house. There were exception holidays, everyone should have exception holidays in Tommy’s mind. Made living so much more bearable.

“Are you going inside or not!” Tommy called out, laughing as Ranboo shook their head, glancing back at Tommy with wide and excited eyes, their hands were shaking and the couple bags, that Tubbo needed for whatever baking he, Chayanne, and Techno needed, were swinging slightly from the sudden movement of Ranboo’s hands. Tommy laughed as Ranboo disappeared into the house, grabbing his own bags for his own baking adventure that night, and shut the trunk of the car.

He would have to return Niki’s keys later, and reassure her that not a single scratch was on the car. It had been hard enough convincing her that it was important, it was her first holiday here too, without telling her why. Of course, Tubbo and Chayanne had been of no help to him and it had taken extra long to convince her.

Tommy made his way inside, shutting the door behind him so that none of the cats or dogs got out, though they were probably all sleeping to some degree. He toed his shoes off as he heard Tallulah squeal excitedly from the kitchen.

“Toms and Boo are home!”

“Oh good. Keys.” Tommy huffed, smiling as he turned and found Niki walking towards him, a sort of demanding anxiety in her eyes even though she was smiling. Tommy passed her the keys to her car.

“Not even a scratch.” Tommy assured her, knowing that she was going to go check anyway. Niki gave him a look, followed by a smile, before she walked outside and Tommy moved towards the kitchen. It seemed like Techno needed a break from the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, because he wasn’t in the kitchen when Tommy walked in.

“Hi Toms!” Tommy glanced over just in time to see Tallulah signing along with her speech. He moved his bags to hang from one arm as he responded. Tallulah and Chayanne were both on chairs next to the counter, Tallulah kneeling and Chayanne sitting normally, as Tubbo and Ranboo sorted through bags.

“Hi ‘lullah. Baking going good?” Tommy asked, signing best he could. Tallulah brightened up and nodded quickly. “Hi Chayanne.” Tommy signed as he spoke, despite Chayanne not needing it. Chayanne waved, yawning tiredly as he went to speak, a look of startlement on his face before he shook his head.

“Hi Toms.” Chayanne smiled, waving as he kicked his feet. “What did ya get?” Chayanne asked, staring at the bags on Tommy’s arm. Tommy only smiled at him as he walked towards the fridge. He was going to store everything in the fridge, tied shut with the hope that no one decided to snoop.

“It’s for my baking tonight, when you all are asleep. You don’t get to know.” Tommy responded, snickering as Tubbo’s head snapped up and locked on him. “You don’t get to know either, Tubman.” Tubbo pouted but went back to sorting through ingredients with Ranboo. Tommy was quick to tie the bags shit, triple knotting them, before putting them inside one of the drawers at the bottom of the fridge and shutting the fridge.

“A surprise.” Tommy responded, laughing as Tubbo pouted. “Boo-boy, keep him outta the fridge? He’ll try sneak a look.” Tommy pointed at Ranboo, who only smiled and nodded. Tommy could only hope that they would actually keep Tubbo out of the fridge and not try help him figure out what Tommy was baking that night.

Tommy was quick to disappear further in the house, trying his best to escape the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg, disappearing to his room to sleep before dinner for a bit.

Tommy yawned, moving down the stairs as quietly as he could. It was nearly midnight and the only ones who were awake were Philza, Techno, and himself. At least, it was supposed to only be the three of them awake, and even then, Philza should have been getting ready to sleep and Techno was just reading in his room.

He hummed quietly to himself as he quietly slipped into the kitchen. Either Philza or Techno had left a couple of the low lights on for Tommy, which was good because Tommy didn’t feel like turning on any lights for himself. He one hundred percent would have baked with the lights off if no lights had been on. He’d done it before and he will probably do it again one day.

He made his way to the fridge and found his baking supplies, a smile forming on his face as he found that they were tied perfectly still. Good, Ranboo did keep Tubbo from getting to Tommy’s supplies. He grabbed the bags and put them on the counter, shutting the fridge and moving to find his recipe book. A gift from his mother when he was a small child, before he had been taken in by Philza.

He smiled when he found the slightly old book. He ran his finger across the spine of the book before opening it and flipping through the pages to find a Chocolate Chip cookie recipe. He was adding some pumpkin to it, to give it a… halloween and fall feel. Besides, he liked Pumpkin a lot better than he liked cinnamon or nutmeg. They hurt his nose when too much was being used.

Even now, he scrunched his nose when he opened the oven. They used a lot of nutmeg and cinnamon today while baking. He settled on the page, setting the recipe book onto the mini stand that Techno had gotten a few years ago when he’d almost ruined his own recipe book. Now it was used by everyone in the family when they were cooking or baking.

He wondered if there was a way to make chocolate chip cut outs, but that was an experiment for another night. Another night in, maybe, a different month. Maybe that could be an experiment for Christmas time. Tommy usually made peanut butter cut outs in December, so that Tallulah and Chayanne could decorate them and eat them at the same time. Philza and Techno could be a little… protective… of their sugar cookies before a certain date.

That and Tubbo liked making different frosting to pair with peanut butter cookies.

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witchyleehibernates-fics · 2 months ago

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Of All The Things You Could Have Done (Why?)

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Techno absolutely refused to pick up the child. He came into the room like Philza had pleaded, he met them, he wanted to go to his room and debate his life… intimately… maybe he would move out, let Kristin deal with her eccentric husband while Techno’s life went back to normal. But what was normal? Waking up, going to work at a nine-to-five to just barely make rent of an apartment? Nevermind trying to feed himself? Techno was bulkier, especially in the chest-shoulder’s area from his highschool years. He took in calories like a bodybuilder, though Techno was a measly librarian at an elementary school. He felt another wave of that buzz again, a glance telling him that Purpled was still trying to get Techno to pick them up. Techno picked up his book instead, one hundred percent intending to ignore Purpled.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Surprise adoption! Cryptid Philza, alien Tommy, alien Purpled, Technoblade contemplates his life choices, fluff

Characters: Technoblade, Philza, TommyInnit, Purpled, Kristin

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,868

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Techno sometimes had to stop and think to ask himself ‘What is my life?’ nearly four times a day. Though, maybe four was an exaggeration, because while his life was… certainly interesting, living with a Goddess of Death and her Angel of Death Husband.

Kristin was lovely, and well adjusted to human life, which Techno was thankful for. She often talked with him about art, and Techno knew that she was interested in going into either college for art and teaching… or politics.

Techno would amuse himself by pondering what the world would look like with a Goddess, known or not, as their leader. Especially the Goddess of Death, who really wants people to stop dying for ‘stupid ass’ reasons.

Techno had to agree with her.

But then there was Philza, who was once human and should have been the well adjusted one between him and his wife… However, Philza often forgot, or nearly forgot, to hide his wings. They weren’t in the Void, which was his wife’s domain, therefore Philza absolutely had to hide his wings. Techno knew the winged one hated it. Something about it dampening his connection with his wife, which Techno didn’t understand in the slightest.

And that was just the start of it.

There were things that Techno never thought he would have to tell Phil, or remind him of. Examples included, but not limited to, were: “No, you can’t use coffee in replacement of milk… No, don't use water either!” and “Phil�� Phil… No, taking an unattended child is called kidnapping and we could get in serious trouble.” were the most often Techno had found himself saying.

Surprisingly, “Philza… Laws exist for a reason. No you cannot speed, and flying isn’t allowed either. Killing is called Murder, not a phone call to your wife while she’s doing her deity things.” was one that he was surprised about having to tell Philza, someone who was all about rules… apparently to an extent if he thought they were particularly stupid or dumb.

Techno sometimes regretted befriending ‘Angel’, as Techno would call him when he was particularly annoyed with Philza, at times. Other’s he was just thankful, because the amount of people thinking he came from ‘old money’ and thus have tried to rob or mug him was nearly reaching triple digits. Philza had a way of ‘teleporting’ or something to Techno the moment he felt that Techno was in danger.

It would have been amusing had it not also startled him every damn time Philza just appeared while Techno was cornered to some degree. He once thought that Philza stalked him when he was out of the house, but no.

Techno didn’t know which he would have preferred.

Though, Techno wondered if the ‘icing on the cake’ of instances that Techno wondered what life choices had led his life to becoming so… chaotic was definitely a word for it… Despite knowing exactly which one… Would have been the time Philza had brought home a child that was most definitely not of the human world… or the deity side of things either.

How Philza had found an alien baby, much less two, was beyond Techno.

“Phil.” Techno stopped as he stared at the two… toddlers… sitting in the living room. Techno hesitated to call them toddlers, given that they seemed a tad bit younger than even a year old, and the antennae coming from their hairline definitely made Techno weary even thinking about going near them.

The two ‘toddlers’ also both had tails and seemingly fang like teeth, at least the one had two fangs poking out from their mouth. Techno was sure the one had claws that looked too sharp for going anywhere near, while the other had razor sharp feathers seemingly protecting their ears.

If that one grew wings, Techno was absolutely never letting Philza leave the house ever again. If he wants to stretch his wings, he can absolutely go visit his wife instead of just flying around the property that Kristin had helped Techno purchase. Something he refused to ask her as to how it happened.

And his friend was casually playing with the both of them like they were human. Cooing at them, which did earn him giggles from the two children. Though, Techno’s voice had attracted the attention of both children, who looked nearly identical… other than the aforementioned traits Techno had already picked out earlier.

He was unnerved by their eyes, both of which were glowing in the now dimming light of the house.

“Techno! Mate! Come here, come here!” Philza brightened up when his eyes landed on Techno. Techno made a face as he looked at Philza, electing to ignore the two… babies… Techno would call them babies for now.

“Philza.” Philza pouted at Techno, probably sensing that Techno was not as thrilled as he was. “What-how-Why?” Techno ran his hands over his face; exasperation and fondness fighting to be the main emotion that Techno was feeling. “Philza.”

“Techno, come here.” Philza uttered again, “Come meet them!” Techno only continued to stare with a deadpan expression, and his friend continued to pout. Techno didn’t know if it was the fondness for his friend, the other thousand crazy situations that Techno had ended up in because of his friend, or the cooing of the babies… but he sighed as he started walking forward.

Philza’s expression lit up, and Techno sighed as he moved to his chair, the one piece of furniture that Techno had reserved for only him. He was the only one allowed to sit in it, which Kristin and Philza both respected.

“This is Tommy, and this is Purpled!” Philza introduced the babies, both who were staring unnervingly at Techno. Neither were blinking, either. Techno stared back at the two of them with a raised eyebrow. “Tommy, Purpled,” Both babies looked at Philza when he said their names. Techno pretended that didn’t unnerve him as much as it did. “This is Techno, a very good friend of mine.”

Techno wondered if maybe, for their species, they were much older than Techno thought. Because it almost looked like the two had communicated somehow before looking back at Techno. The one with purple eyes, Purpled, moved to crawl towards him. The one with blue eyes, Tommy, fell back and giggled when Philza caught him, a hand having already been moving out to catch the swaying baby.

Techno, feeling a small and utterly tiny hand on his ankle, looked down, sighing internally as he saw that Purpled had crawled their way to Techno and was touching him hesitantly. It seemed that they didn’t quite know what to make of Techno; which was a shared sentiment.

There was a mental buzz that Techno felt, and he could have sworn that there was some sort of voice ushering Techno to pick up Purpled. He figured that’s how they communicated, maybe that was how they communicated with Philza. Techno ignored the voice, and Purpled got teary eyed, leaning against Techno’s shin.

But what was normal?

Waking up, going to work at a nine-to-five to just barely make rent of an apartment? Nevermind trying to feed himself? Techno was bulkier, especially in the chest-shoulder’s area from his highschool years. He took in calories like a bodybuilder, though Techno was a measly librarian at an elementary school.

He felt another wave of that buzz again, a glance telling him that Purpled was still trying to get Techno to pick them up. Techno picked up his book instead, one hundred percent intending to ignore Purpled.

The wave of absolute sadness had a deep sigh escaping Techno through his nose, even as his eyes darted to Philza. Why hadn’t Philza said anything recently? Techno was annoyed to find Philza just… not there. Neither was the other child, which told Techno it probably had something to do with the other child. There was, seemingly, a sniffle of some kind from Purpled, and Techno could absolutely not believe he was being manipulated by a baby.

“What is my life?” Techno sighed, glancing down at Purpled. He set his book back off to the side, reaching down and picking Purpled up by the back of their onesie, when had Philza had time to go baby clothes shopping? Techno swore that if Kristin had anything to do with that, Techno would riot. No more cooking for them, they would have to figure it out themselves.

Knowing Kristin, she probably already knew how to cook too.

“Only this time.” Techno muttered, letting the baby lay on his chest as he reclined in his recliner, barely reaching behind him to grab the blanket to drape over the both of them. Techno could feel that Purpled was feeling smug, and doubting the ‘only this time’ from Techno.

Techno ignored the wave of emotions he could feel from Purpled, letting the baby settle in the crook of his arm, a blanket just about holding Purpled in place with the crook of Techno’s arm. Techno moved and grabbed his book again. He had been wanting to read this book for several months but something kept interrupting him every time.

He’d successfully gotten one chapter in the last attempt, but Techno started over and quietly read out loud to Purpled. He wasn’t sure if Purpled would understand the story, or half the words, but Purpled settled down, and at some point, fell asleep.

“Aweh, mate!” Techno had just reached the end of the chapter, so he glanced up at his friend and raised an eyebrow. Standing just behind him was Kristin, who was holding Tommy and smiling softly at Techno.

“I have three,” Techno paused, checking how many chapters he had left. “I have four chapters left of my book. Go away.” Techno waved the two off, glancing down at Purpled who was sleepily blinking; one hand was raised and resting on Techno’s chest, clutching at Techno’s shirt.

Kristin snorted, even as Philza’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Techno, Purpled needs to eat.” Kristin told him, Techno paused from where he’d tried to start reading again.

“And currently he’s napping, so therefore I am reading the book that I have been trying to read for nearly five months. I have four chapters left.” Techno told them, restarting the chapter and deciding to ignore his friends. Purpled sighed, his hand relaxing from how tightly he’d been gripping Techno’s shirt.

Faintly, he could hear Kristin laughing as Philza sputtered.

“He didn’t even want to enter the room before!”

“Seems like he likes Purpled, though.”

Techno slouched a little further in his chair, sighing slightly as he flipped a page in his book.

Techno could and would complain all he liked about his friend and his eccentrics’. But Techno would never ask Phil to change… much. He cherished his friend, and he cherished his friendship with Kristin. Techno wouldn’t change any-much, Techno wouldn’t change much about his life.

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