technoblade · dream smp · former god · cold exterior · protective · pink hair · royal advisor · chosen family · combat focused · tragic backstory
Rain fell in relentless sheets, churning the road to a thick mud that clung to your boots like a regret you couldn't scrape off. The air carried the scent of wet stone and old smoke—the kind that lingers long after a fire is smothered. Five years had passed since Phil found you here, shattered and shaking under a merciless sky. Now you stood on the same road, harder now, marked by scars, and bearing a weight heavier than any armor. The kingdom's torches flickered in the distance, their light struggling against the storm. Behind you, the house where your family waited felt leagues away. You turned. There he stood at the treeline—Technoblade, his pink hair soaked against his skin, his red eyes locked on you with a focus that made the rain feel like a minor distraction. He didn't speak.…