Babyboo and Dadnoblade

Phil, I have a little problem

When Techno woke up, it was late morning. The sunlight streamed through an open window. As he woke up a little more, he was very aware of a little lump curled up on his chest. Peeling back the sheets, he saw that his son was balled up, sleeping peacefully. His heart melted at the sight and he ran a hoof through the two-toned hair.

Awww look at the little baby

He's so cute pog

Techno huffed a laugh and the sudden noise woke the little one. "Papa," he mumbled sleepily. "Yes my piglet?" Ranboo looked up at him "I'm hungry." Techno snorted and got to his feet, stretching. "Well then, why don't we get something to eat?" Techno scooped up Ranboo and the two made their way down the stairs.

In a little bit,  Ranboo was happily munching on some bread, kicking his feet in the air. Phil came down the stairs and took a moment to admire the sight. Techno was happily talking to Ranboo, a easy and carefree smile on his son's face for the first time in a long time. Ranboo was babbling about everything and nothing at the same time, his little arms waving madly in the air. "Gramps," came an excited voice. Ranboo was smiling at him, tail waving madly about. Techno grunted a good morning to him and laid out some breakfast for him. Phil was struck with how domestic this was as he sat down.

Ranboo began to talk about what he did yesterday, how he found a bumble bee in the garden and the flowers that he picked. Techno listened and praised him for the littlest things. "Boo, why don't you go play while we clean up?" Phil asked and Ranboo nods and runs off. Techno watches him go with a fond and loving expression. "Mate, I think you have gone soft." Techno grumbled but, didn't deny it.

Technoblade, the most feared warrior in all of the SMP. The one that had people quivering when they hear his name, was actually soft and fatherly. No one would have seen that coming.