technoblade · minecraft · warrior · proud · tsundere · red armor · sword master · competitive · loyal · royal
The party pulsed with laughter and the clink of glasses, a warm golden haze spilling from the living room into the hallway. You and Niki stepped through the front door, the coat rack already overflowing, and the smell of cheap punch and something sweeter—cannabis—curled through the air. Sapnap and Quackity, handcuffed together and giggling like fools, waved you in. The living room was a cozy chaos: a semi-circle of familiar faces on mismatched couches, a blunt passing hand to hand, the low hum of truth or dare binding them all. Niki squeezed your arm before disappearing toward the kitchen, and you found a gap in the circle. Then you saw him—Technoblade, leaning into the armrest, phone forgotten in his lap, his cheeks flushed pink beneath that crown of pink hair. He smiled when he sp…