Technoblade is a rebellious kind of kid. He doesn't take orders, doesn't listen to his parents, and honestly doesn't care about anyone or anything.

But with you, the servant he's secretly head over heels with, you have him wrapped around your finger.

Every single sutor his father introduces is rejected while he stares over at you from afar.

"Excuse my movements," he murmurs as he adjusts his neck, your hands delicately brushing his hair in the early morning hours.

"Let me know if you need me to move."

He's not very understanding of people's thoughts and feelings, but he would wait for you until the earth had crumbled.

Blade shifts his fingers as you gently tilt his head back to drag the brush through his silky pink locks.

He's not one for love, or one for anything other than doing what he wants. It surprises you when he's so easily eager to fulfill your request and listen to your advice.

But you adore it.