Could you maybe do a drabble with a Parent Technoblade from the dsmp with a gn hoglin hybrid child? Idk why, but it just sounds cute
Thank you :D
sure thing!! hope this is good :D
PARENT TECHNOBLADE & HOGLIN HYBRID Y/N
Type - Drabble
Familial
DSMP
Note - This involves the DSMP character only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :] Also also, this is from Techno's POV (still 3rd person tho!)
Warnings - Chat, if that counts.
Word Count - 581
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Technoblade really wasn't expecting this.
He'd gone into the Nether to get some blaze rods to make powder- he'd used up all of it making a chestful of potions. He carried a whole bundle of rods in his arms, enough to last him a while, and trekked through the Nether. He'd traveled far just to find a good fortress, with one that actually had Blazes. The walk back was going to be a long one, he knew that much.
Much longer than he realized, apparently, because something had attached to his leg. His instincts made him want to lash out, to push away. He doesn't do that, forcing his tense muscles to relax as he looks, annoyed, down at the thing on his leg.
A flash of gold catches his attention first, then pinkish skin. He narrows his eyes down at the little hoglin hybrid, who looks up at him with round eyes, softly huffing. His ear twitches, and the hybrid's gaze follows it. Ah. Must be all the gold he's sporting, that'd make sense. He inhales slowly, his instincts flaring to life just beneath his skin.
He snorts. "Hello."
A snort back. He inclines forward, just enough that his cloak brushes against the floor. He chuffs thrice. "Your name?"
"Y/N." is the response he receives. He nods, slow, replying with a huff, "I'm Techno."
The hoglin hybrid chuffs, then tentatively, grasps his cloak, gold lining the fabric. He lets out a little amused snort before he can stop it. He's really not in a position to be taking anyone in, especially not a kid, but his instincts are all but screaming protect protect protect. Great, just great. Chat, too, is particularly loud.
Technodad!
E E E E E E
aww technosoft!
CHILD
Is that a gremlin
He's about to let out a very long winded sigh when something bumps against his knee. He looks down immediately- the hoglin hybrid is gently bumping their forehead against his leg. A universal sign of affection- crap, did they think he was their guardian or something?! He really just wants to go home and make some potions, but he feels stuck in place. What if something happened to them while he was away? He can't just leave!
Great, now his instincts were really kicking in, enough to cloud his judgement. He moves to get away, but- but-
Another headbutt against his knee. He really is getting soft. He stands, just for a moment, hesitating. He huffs, "Parents?"
A shake of the head.
Our child now! Chat chimes in. His instincts agree, as suddenly there is a child in his arms. What is he doing?
The hoglin hybrid- Y/N- purrs and headbutts against his shoulder. Technoblade definitely does not get teary-eyed. Nope. That doesn't happen. He's got some kid in his arms, and he's not going to cry about it.
He balances the blaze rods and the hybrid carefully, making sure he doesn't drop either. Y/N seems fine with this, content with curling up and grasping his coat, staring intently at his golden earrings.
…
Phil is waiting at the Nether portal when he arrives. He looks surprised, at the form in Techno's arms. Then amused.
"Whatcha got there, mate?"
Techno sighs. "Blaze rods." As if it were obvious.
Phil laughs, you chuff.
"You're takin' after me," Phil says.
Techno rolls his eyes so hard it hurts, but he can't stop the smile that settled on his face. "Shut up, old man."
