Technoblade had never been one to settle down, the voices in his head craved a constant stream of violence and blood to please them.

He’d brought down governments with Phil at his side, made and lost friendship over the years with many. He had started the Syndicate, he had an apprentice (Ranboo) and everything in the arctic just seemed to be more at peace now that L’manburg had been destroyed.

Yet he, even then, hadn’t been able to really stop thinking of you, you were relatively new and had been around for a while. You’d been at his failed execution, you’d been defending him.

“What the hell, you guys?” You had gestured to Technoblade wildly. “Y-you can't just– you can't just kill a guy! He hasn't shown his face here in weeks, he hasn't bothered us, what the hell?”

You’d been enough of a distraction that Punz and Dream got him out, then you’d helped him and Phil and Dream get rid of L’manburg during doomsday.

You were similar to Punz, but did your own thing, preferably being on your own and getting paid to help people out but you never charged Techno when he asked for things.

A familiar rhythm fell into place for you and him, you’d trade and travel and do your jobs and then come by and visit him and Phil, giving them things from your travels.

It became a “business” arrangement between you and the man, staying overnight in his home more often than night.

Staying overnight turned into staying with the men for days. Sleeping on the couch turned into sharing his bed. Coming by to trade and then staying at Techno’s became a normal.

Much like right now, it had horribly late at night when you’d shown up, looking worse for ware with you covered in scrapes and Phil at his house while Techno tended to you with bandages and worried cuffs from him.

“Told you that you shoulda just stayed here.” He said, his tone mixed with a “I told you so” and his normal deadpan.