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thunderandclouds · 1 year

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Not long ago I came up with this Idea about Xicheng fanfiction and it became my obsession. I don't know if fic like this exists.(if so please message me with the name. I NEED TO READ IT.) Sorry for my poor English🥲🥲

One day leaders of two big sect disapear. No one knows where they are and no one can has any clue what happened. Actually Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng were planning this run away. They are too tired of the drama that is around them and once in their lives they want to be free from everything. At first this was a silly dreams about how they would live as a wandering cultivators, but as the time went they started to really mean it. Obligations to their sects with times become to heavy for them to carry. They were robbed of their youth with war and responsibilities, that laid on their shoulders afterwards. They needed to be strong and strict for the peace for everyone. After Guanyin Tample accident they realize that they had enough, they have done everything they could, they tried to be strong as long as they could, but this was their last bits of strenght. They wanted to be happy, they wanted to be together without hiding and meetings once in three-four months was not enough. So they run away.

I want to read how their relationship started and how they were hiding it from everyone. How much their short meetings meant for them. How they were planning this. I want to read their life as wandering cultivators. How they are doing little chorses, how they fail and learn. Want to see them enjoying the life without duties and rules to follow. How Lan Xichen little by little starts live without endless rules of Gusu. How his carefree nature starts to showing. How they found out that actually he is a sleepyhead and love to sleep till noon. How he tried alcohol first time with Jiang Cheng. I want to see how Jiang Cheng stars to getting soft. How he is getting rid of his frown between his eyebrows. How he is getting more calmer and how his caring nature shows up without thorns. How he starts to laugh out loud as if there is nothing to care about. Want to read their travels. At first they are changing places because they want to get further as fast as possible, but after they enjoy to see new places and meet different people along the road. How they enjoy night hunts fully first time in their lives and how undoubtedly they are trusting with their backs to each other.

#xicheng #mdzs #story ideas #lan xichen #jiang cheng

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aidansplaguewind · 10 months

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Can you recommend some shows or movies where Aidan doesn’t die?

Is it okay if he ends up incarcerated? Lol

Mister John

The Low Down

Wakewood

Mayday (mini series)

You're Ugly Too

Identity (series, only 1 season)

Treacle Jr.

Queer As Folk (series)

Beneath the Harvest Sky

The Good Man

Project Blue Book (series, 2 seasons)

Calvary

Sing Street

The Lovers

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

Urban Myths S1E4 Cary Grant & Timothy Leary

Still (It's a dark fucking movie but he doesn't die)

The Note (short)

Burning the Bed (short)

Sigurd Rós: Ekki múkk (Short, kinda sadish)

Thorne: Scaredycat & Thorne: Sleepyhead

The Wire (series)

Trouble With Sex

I may have missed some but there's a few where I honestly can't remember if he dies or not so I didn't include those.

#aidan gillen #anon

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oreoskys · 2 years

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Spring Break (1/1) Leona/Neela drabble :)

Screams echoed throughout the castle, giggles following soon after. All of these noises made a lively afternoon, something Leona simply abhorred. He was trying to sleep after all. While his chances were already low, they had quickly plummeted to zero as Cheka flung himself onto Leona's bed, burrowing under the covers.

"What do you think you're doin'?" Leona grumbled, trying to wrestle back his stolen cover.

"Unca!! You've gotta hide me from the bear!" Cheka giggled, his tail wagging back and forth as he flashed a giddy smile.

"Hide somewhere else. I'm busy" Leona flipped over giving up on the blanket and furrowing his brows, hoping that somehow it would make him fall asleep faster.

Of course, Cheka didn't listen.

Leona decided to tolerate it, he'd regret it, of course, but he supposed that was a problem for three-minutes-from-now Leona.

Unfortunately, he didn't have that luxury of time. As soon as he had began to get comfortable again, the blankets were fully ripped away as Cheka squealed and began laughing. The culprit of this annoyance was, of course, Neela Thorn.

The ex-fiancé of Farena,

godmother of Cheka,

and a loud menace-

Leona flipped over again, wearing a scowl that hopefully conveyed to the pair to leave his room as soon as possible. Instead, Neela met his gaze and promptly stuck her tongue out. She knew Leona had too much respect for her to actually do anything about them infringing on his nap time. But that didn't mean he had to take that disrespect laying down (although part of him wanted to). Leona pushed himself upwards, planting his elbow on his knee and resting his head on a fist.

"D'you have to be in here?" He chuffed, tugging the bearskin carpet Neela was wearing with his other hand. "And isn't that supposed to be on a wall somewhere?"

"Don't worry about it, Sleepyhead. I got permission" She said, setting Cheka on the ground and giving him a head start to go and hide. Instead of actually leaving the room to continue the game, she sat down beside Leona, stretching out on his bed. "It's spring break, is napping all you've done?" Neela poked at Leona's elbow, annoying him further.

"It's kinda hard to do when some people keep distracting me."

"Please, this is the first time I've seen you all week, Leona." Neela sat up, and leaned forward "we could play some Spelldrive, for old times' sake? I can see how much better you've gotten." She playfully nudged him with an elbow.

"Nah, not interested. The last time we played you got that." He pointed to the scar lining her face, and flicked her nose, which made Neela recoil and shake her head.

"Leona, we both know that was an accident." The tone around them had quickly shifted to melancholic. "I don't blame you, no one does. We were kids! And I'm fine!"

Leona didn't bother to even look at her. Maybe out of shame, guilt, or a swirl of feelings that Leona was too tired to deal with.

Breaking the silence, he laid back down, folding his arms behind his head "As I said, not happening, and you'd better catch up to Cheka before he breaks anythin."

Even though Leona's eyes were closed, he could tell Neela was pouting, but that knowledge was easier to handle than having to make sense of the sinking feeling in his stomach. He was determined not to open his eyes until she left, which luckily didn't take too long.

Suddenly the halls were echoing with shrieks and laughter once again;

and unfortunately, it didn't seem so bad.

Sooooo..... I got an impulse to write smth and instead of something like. Useful or productive I wrote fanfiction :) it really is just a lil drabble and it was fun to do so, hope you don't hate it, and thanks for reading!

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #disney twst #twst fvc #neela thorn #leona kingscholar #leona twisted wonderland #leona twst #twst fanschool #fanfic #i guess #this is what I've become #twst cheka #cheka kingscholar #twisted wonderland cheka #mentioned farena

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years

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Blood Stain (Lucifer x Klein (MC))

Ft. Klein, Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Klein

Summary: Klein walked in Lucifer torturing a demon. This happened when the Brothers hadn’t come to knowledge that Klein is an Evil Overlord.

C/W: cursing, mention of demon eating human, flagellation, torture, implied sex.

“Shit, I’m late.” Klein curses as he runs through the the streets of Devildom Capital.

Yesterday, Lucifer had arranged for both of them a date, which included watching an opera and a romantic dinner. However, because of some works, Lucifer had to stay at RAD later than usual. Luckily, he could still make it for their date. While Klein had fun playing game with Levi and nearly forgot their date. He just ran straight to the opera without telling any of the other brothers the location.

Let’s take a short cut. Klein turns and runs into a small dark alleyway. Unbeknownst to him, there’s a hungry demon living in this dark alleyway.

“Human smell…” the demon jumps out, blocking Klein’s way.

“Out of the way, I have no time for this.” Klein stops but he is still in running mode (i.e. running in place).

“Insolent human.” The demon attacks with its long claws. But Klein jumps and dodges the attack successfully.

“You can jump like that. I guess your meat must be delicious.”

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this.” Klein takes out his magic wand, which is mahogany in color and has an Asian dragon engraved on it. “IGNIS PILA!” He chants. A fire ball appears at the tip of the wand and shoots towards the demon.

“Child’s play!” The demon dodges. But at the same time, the fire ball explodes and creates a lot of smoke. Klein takes advantage and makes his escape.

15 minutes later, Klein finally arrives at the opera.

“You’re five minutes late.” Lucifer shakes his head. “And you sweat a lot. Did you run from the House of Lamentation to the opera?”

“I’m sorry.” Klein tries to fix his hair to avert from Lucifer’s gaze. Sometimes, the gaze of the former Morningstar is too intense.

“Alright, let’s go in.” Lucifer escorts Klein inside.

“Alright. By the way, how did you change your clothes? I thought you would go straight here from RAD in your uniform.”

“It’s a secret. If you want, I would tell you later in the bedroom, love.” Klein blushes.

“Where am I?” The demon panics when it finds out it’s tied up inside what looks like a torture chamber.

“Why? You should answer my question first. Why did I find your smell on MY mate?”

“Wait, sir. I mean, my lord. It must have been a mistake. We might just have passed by each other. Yeah, that’s right.”

“Just passed by each other? Then why the smell of my mate’s magic is also on you?”

Magic? Oh that’s guy. Fuck, it’s the smoke from the fire ball.

“You realized now, hm!” Lucifer takes out a whip made from thorns. “Let’s try this first.”

Klein wakes up in the middle of the night. Where’s Lucifer? He asks himself while rubbing his right eye.

“Where the toilet?” Klein mumbles as he gets off the bed and put on something.

While Klein is trying to find the toilet with his sleepyhead, he feels he presses on something that retracts further into the wall.

A secret room?

Finally! Klein nearly shouts out of joy. He knew for sure Lucifer had a secret room somewhere, but had always failed in trying to find it.

I need to solve nature’s call first.

“Please, mercy.”

Lucifer laughs. “Let me tell you, there are countless souls in Hell begging me for mercy, but to none of them I give mercy. Partly because my Father forbids, partly because I don’t want to. Ah I forgot, you are also a demon, you should know Hell well.” Lucifer spins the large wheel, which crushes the bones of the demon.

“Lucifer.”

The Avatar of Pride’s eyes dilated with surprise, then fear.

The eldest turns around and meets Klein’s eyes.

“There’s nothing here, love. Please go back. I’ll be after you when I finish cleaning the mess in this room.” Lucifer tries to hide the demon half-crushed under the wheel.

“Don’t believe him. He’s being demonic, human. You should leave him.” Even if I die, I will ruin your relationship.

Lucifer keeps silent, he looks calm on the outside, but his eyes tell that he’s not. He keeps thinking what if Klein becomes afraid and abandons him. He can’t live without Klein anymore. If Klein abandons him, Lucifer will cease to live and will just exist.

“Klein, I…”

Klein doesn’t say anything. He just strides towards Lucifer, takes out a handkerchief and wipe his face.

“There’s a blood stain on your cheek.” He says, then puts the handkerchief in Lucifer’s coat pocket.

“Remember to finish early and go back. I’m lonely and I can’t sleep.” Klein turns back and leaves the torture chamber.

After Klein have left, Lucifer laughs. It’s the laugh of joy when your love accepts him fo who he is.

“Now then, I believe I should also take that insolent words of you into account. I intended to give you a slow death, but since I need to go back early, I’ll give you a quick death.”

Klein and Lucifer differ in how they deal with their enemies. Lucifer uses torture, whether for info or for his own pleasure. Klein just straight up kills the enemies. If Klein wants info from a captured enemy, he just uses mind magic or mind technology to force info out of the poor enemy, which shatters their mind.

Obey Me Masterlist

Klein Masterlist

Lucifer Masterlist

#obey me mc: klein #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #om! lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x oc #obey me one master to rule them all #tw torture #obey me mc #obey me main character #my mc

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smolwitch · 1 year

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Pocket Full of Thorns.

[《CH1] Chapter Two: A Slight Mishap. [CH3》]

Michelle wakes to the sound of Crumble's impatient call from the end of the bed. By the sound of it, the cat has been awake for at least an hour, wondering when she would finally be fed. Michelle smiles sleepily, glancing over at her clock.

Six a.m., she thinks, ushering the last vestiges of her dream from her mind. She would think about that over her morning coffee. "Right on time as always, Crumbs." A low, purring meow signals the cat's waning tolerance of her owner's haste in responding to her needs.

"Alright, alright," Michelle chuckles, sitting up and stretching. A note pinned to Lenora's pillow catches her eye and she takes it with her as she starts her day.

Morning, sleepyhead. Lenora's handwriting sweeps across the page. Coffee is on the warmer for you. Don't miss me too much while I'm on this job, this week will pass quicker than you can blink!

Michelle frowns slightly. She had forgotten that Lenora was away for a week. She reads on.

I'm taking Horace with me for the job, I'll need his help on this one. Have a good week and remember — I love you!

Lennon.

The end of the note is marked with a heart. Michelle puts it away carefully, passing an empty tank as she goes. Horace, their toad, was a very good asset when it came to certain aspects of Lenora's job. She has been working for the same landscaping company since she was 18, keeping her clients and superiors constantly in awe of her natural ability to grow almost any plant anywhere.

A little bit of green magic never hurts to help further your career… Michelle thinks idly, making up breakfast for Crumble, who is winding around her legs and voicing her displeasure at regular intervals.

She puts the food down, giving the cat a quick pet before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, she waves a hand, bringing forth a selection of outfits. Choosing something loose and cool, she moves into the bathroom to freshen up. The morning sun has just started to stream in through the slanted window in the ceiling, giving her the perfect light to fix her hair just right.

Now dressed and feeling fresh, she slips some shoes on and heads downstairs to open the shop. She throws open the shutters and windows to let some fresh air in and heads over to unlock the front door.

Crumble joins her, hopping up onto the counter and licking her lips. She watches as Michelle opens the front door and slides an ornate wooden doorstop into place.

"Alright, some fresh air," she says, vaulting the counter with ease and pouring herself a mug of coffee. As she stirs a spoon of honey into it, her elbow slips and knocks a row of jars. Cursing her clumsiness, she reacts swiftly, dropping her spoon into her mug and raising both hands. Just in time, too — one of the jars was an inch away from smashing on the floor. They float, suspended in the air, as she takes a breath and puffs it out in relief. She flicks her hands outwards and the jars return to their rightful place.

As she watches them clink back onto the shelves, the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. Turning slowly to look around the shop, the colour drains from Michelle's face as she locks eyes with a customer, his mouth agape. She hadn't heard him come in. Her stomach drops.

"I- I can explain — " she stammers, holding a hand out to the man. He moves back a half-step, looking wary. "Please, don't go."

He falters a little, closing his mouth. A look of apprehension crosses his face, but he nods once. Michelle breathes a sigh of relief and gestures to the armchair, pouring a second cup of coffee for him. He pauses, but accepts the offer, cupping the mug between his hands and sitting down.

Another hop over the counter, and Michelle closes the door. She thinks about locking it, but decides against the idea.

Don't want to spook him any more, she thinks, before settling herself leaning against the counter. She takes a shaky sip from her coffee.

"So," she says quietly. "This isn't how I thought it would go."

"You're… a witch," the man says slowly, hardly believing what he's saying. "Is that the right word?"

"It's one of them," Michelle chuckles nervously. "There's a lot of names for what I do. Just to be clear, I don't — I've never — "

She breaks off, trying to find the right words. The words that wouldn't make him go running to the village, the police…

"I just want to help people," she finally says. "That's why I started this business. I keep my head down, I make my remedies, and now…"

The man listens, quietly sipping his coffee. She shakes her head, tears stinging her eyes.

"Please, I know it's a lot to ask," she looks at him. "Please don't tell anyone."

There is a moment of silence, but to Michelle it feels like a lifetime.

He doesn't owe me anything, she thinks. He has every right to run out of here screaming.

"I can do that," he says after what seems like an eternity. Michelle lets out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. "If what you say is true, I have no reason… no reason to make your life difficult." He finishes the coffee and stands up.

"I — you really — " she trips over her words, relief flooding through her. "You have no idea how much that means to me." He gives her a quick smile, still looking a little unsure of her.

"It's no trouble," he says, fishing a piece of paper from his pocket. "May I get some items from you?"

"Oh — of course!" Michelle scrambles over the counter again. "Of course."

She gathers the items he needs, a little flustered. Handing a bag over to him, he reaches for his wallet.

"No charge today," she says with a smile. He looks like he might protest. "Think of it as a thank you. A small way to show my gratitude."

He nods once and, bidding her a friendly goodbye, leaves her to it. The bell rings as he goes through, giving Michelle a small start. She had forgotten she'd closed the door.

If that man had been anyone else, she thinks to herself, going to prop the door open again. I'd be ruined.

Crumble, who slept through the whole thing, finally wakes.

"You've finally decided to join us, then," Michelle says, chiding her gently. "It would have been nice to have a warning that someone was here, Crumbs."

An apologetic purr rumbles from the cat, who headbutts her owner's hand.

"Yeah, yeah," she sighs. "You're too cute to be mad at."

Michelle continues about her morning, albeit still shaken from the incident. What was she going to tell Lenora? How could she be so foolish? She sighs and shakes her head.

She would just have to hope that he was a man of his word.

She didn't want to think of the consequences if he wasn't.

#pfot #writing #fiction #writeblr

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electric-eclectic-collector · 5 years

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Thorne: Sleepyhead TV Film Series

GIF created by me. Please do not repost, feel free to reblog.

#thorne #thorne: sleepyhead #aidan gillen #phil hendricks #gifs #mine #my gifs

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ladycibia · 5 years

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Could I request a Phil Hendricks, pleaaaase? I just watched both Thornes and I'm obsessed with how cute Aidan is in it and I'd love to see your take on him!

aaaaa I’m sorry this is really dull, but my creativity is MIA these days :( but I hope you will appreciate the effort! And I personally was mesmerized by Aidan’s hair here…so fluffy…

#phil hendricks #aidan gillen #thorne #thorne: sleepyhead #irish actor #cibiart #mine:aido

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drhynek · 5 years

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#aidan gillen #thorne: sleepyhead #phil hendricks #phil must be protected at all times #mine

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theofaron · 7 years

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Aidan Gillen || Thorne: Sleepyhead (Part 1)

#Aidan Gillen #Thorne: Sleepyhead #Phil Hendricks #my gifs #my gifset

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alameli · 6 years

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#tom thorne #phil hendricks #thorne #thorne: sleepyhead #David Morrissey #aidan gillen

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roominthecastle · 7 years

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I got another note.

#thorne: sleepyhead #tom thorne #david morrissey #phil hendricks #aidan gillen #mine #loll

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mythie · 7 years

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Wishing David Morrissey a very happy 53rd Birthday!

#david morrissey #birthday #the walking dead #doctor who #the next doctor #the driver #state of play #thorne: scaredycat #thorne: sleepyhead #five days #red riding #welcome to the punch #happybirthday

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cinemasentries · 6 years

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Five Cool Things and a Merry Christmas

This week's cool things include one of Martin Scorsese's favorite films, The Last Jedi and lots of stuff I found on Acorn TV.

#victoria and abdul #the last jedi #the red shoes #thorne sleepyhead #loch ness #five cool things

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elias-code · 3 years

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Two Left Hooves [1/7]

Choose your own adventure ~ "Intro"

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza, Eret

Summary: This is a choose-your-own-adventure!! You met Techno through Phil, helping him get rid of his headache after hibernation. He was immediately infatuated with you. Techno invites you to go to Eret's banquet. When you arrive to prepare for the banquet, he tells you that he will only sleep in his room with you if you wanted, now you get to choose if you want to sleep with him or not…

Warnings: Cussing

--- Phil ---

“Hey, Techno,” I peeked my head around the corner, holding the letter behind my back away from his line of sight.

“Hullo,” He turned to me, hands still in his hair, pin sticking out of his mouth. He was braiding his pink hair, unaware that his worst nightmare was about to come true. “So, mate,” I walked in, hands still behind my back, “I got some mail.”

“Mhm,”

“You remember the egg?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He turned back to the mirror, inspecting the last loop he’d made.

“Eret is hosting another banquet,”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re invited,” his face in the mirror went pale, “since you’re the one who yeeted it.”

Techno paused, unmoving. Slowly, he tied the ribbon at the bottom of the braid, securing it with the pin. He made eye contact with me, his eyes were begging me to yell psych! and run out the door. Instead, I held the opened letter, once hidden behind me, up in the air, presenting it to him.

“Phil…”

“Yeah?” I laughed, this was the most scared I’ve ever seen him.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope, look.” I shook it at him, flipping it over to show Eret’s handwriting: To Technoblade and Philza Minecraft.

He shuddered slightly, finally turning to me and taking the letter from my hands. It read:

Technoblade and Philza,

This may seem strange and menacing, but I promise it’s not. Ever since the red banquet disaster, I’ve been thinking about how much I think the people of this server need a pick-me-up. We needed a re-do.

So, I’ve decided to host a banquet, this time out in the open with no bullshit. There’ll be drinks, games, and dancing, and I want you to be there. Since you had a lot to do with the egg’s eventual downfall, I personally think you need to be there, Technoblade.

I’ll tell you what I’ve told everyone else. There’s a plus-one requirement for safety reasons (buddy system), and so I’ve addressed this to both of you. I look forward to your attendance! I suggest wearing something else since I don’t want anyone having flashbacks when they see your royal gown.

On the back of the card, Eret wrote the coordinates and information about the dress code. The card had gold decorations on the edges, curling and twisting like vines, dotted with golden roses complete with thorns. The dress code specified that the suggested colours were black, white, blue, and gold, hence the bordering roses.

“Do you own anything you think you could wear?” I asked as he handed the card back to me.

“I still have the Arctic coat, but if this is anywhere near L’Manburg, it’s gonna be too hot for that.”

“Right, I might have to make something for you then,”

“Alright,” He hesitated, “Do I have to go? That’s a lot of enemies in one place…”

“Yeah, sorry mate, you have to go.” I put the card back into the envelope, closing and pocketing it. “Oh, wait, one thing Techno,”

“There’s more?”

“Um, I can’t go.”

“What?” “I can’t go to the banquet,” I was lying, but he didn’t need to know that, “I’m supposed to be at the ocean monument that day.”

“And your fishing can’t wait?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “Who am I supposed to bring?”

“I dunno, mate,” I shrugged and clicked my heel against the floor, “Maybe you can bring that bird I introduced you to… if you can find them.”

— Techno —

“Phil, who’s this?” I had walked into the kitchen, half-dressed. I was not expecting to see someone else sitting at the table. They looked at me, smiling and waving.

“Oh hello sleepyhead,” Phil remarked, stirring the rabbit stew that hung over the fireplace, “I dunno, they don’t seem to have a name.”

“Hello!” I looked back at them. They were dressed in forest green pants, tucked into black boots lined by silver buttons with fancy engravings, laced in leather strips, looped and tied at the top of the boot. Their top was one of mine, an old long-sleeved white cotton top Phil had probably found in the back of the closet. They had a golden-yellow scarf slung over their shoulders. I waved awkwardly, still half asleep.

“You don’t have a name?” I asked, still confused.

“Uh, I guess not. Phil’s the only person I’ve seen in a while.” They said, pointing at him. He was closing the white under-curtains, almost like he was avoiding the interaction.

“Then what do I call you?”

“Phil’s been calling me the bird.”

“Bird, huh?”

“He says it's because I’m migrating.”

That was strange enough as it was, and I decided to leave it there. Talking was making my headache worse, so I walked over to the stew, immediately recognizing the smell of carrots, potatoes, and chicken over the rabbit smell. My stomach grumbled, attempting to convince me to shove my face into the pot and gorge myself, but I pulled back.

“Is it ready yet, Phi?” I asked.

“No, it still has a couple of minutes, don’t go touching it yet. We should all eat together.”

I could wait a bit longer, I supposed. The smell was enticing, but my attention still lingered on the “bird” sitting at the table, reading a book. I sat down at the table and thumped my head onto it, only to make my headache worse.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned.

“You ok?” The bird asked.

“Headache,”

“Ah, I have something for that!” They picked up a bag from the floor and rummaged around in it for a bit before pulling out a small vial of green liquid. They uncorked it and an overwhelming spinach smell washed over me. “It might smell odd, but it works wonders.”

I lifted my head off the table and took the vial from them, inspecting it.

“Is this thing safe to drink?” I furrowed my eyebrows at them, looking for dishonesty.

They snatched it from me and took a swig, swiftly handing it back to me. “Take that as a yes.” They said.

— The Bird —

I knocked on the door, shivering slightly in the cold. I wore three layers, an undershirt, a turtleneck, and a thick coat. I got a letter a couple of days ago from Technoblade, asking me to go to the banquet with him and inviting me to stay at his cabin before the banquet. I accepted and sent the letter the same day since I knew the mail was slow. Just one day later, I hopped on my horse and made my way to the far arctic.

Techno opened the door and ushered me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“Jesus, you’re shivering,” he said, grabbing his cape off its stand and wrapping me with it. Thankfully, my face was already red enough from the cold that he didn’t notice me blush.

“Is your horse outside?”

“Yeah, I tied her up to the post,” I pulled the enormous cloak tighter to me, “but I don’t think she should stay there for long, it's too cold.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said, turning from me and walking out the door. The sudden freezing breeze pushed me into the living room, near the fire. I sat down in an armchair and Steve wandered over to say hello.

“Hey, Steve…” I offered my hand to him and he sniffed it, grunting in my face with his fishy breath, “You do not smell good, big boy…”

He huffed like he understood what I said and I chuckled. He sat at my feet as I scratched his head. “At least you’re soft, Steve.” You smiled, “Good boy…”

The door opened and slammed again, Techno walked over dusting his hands off and Steve lumbered over to greet him.

“Hello Steve, you’ve inspected them, yeah?” He baby talked at him. The polar bear was big, almost as tall as Techno standing on all fours. It was strange to see such a big man 'baby talk' an apex predator, so you laughed a bit to yourself.

“What?” He asked, patting Steve on the head.

“Nothing, you’re just being cute.”

He smiled and sat himself down on the couch, crossing his legs and looking at you.

“If I’d left you out there any longer, you would have gotten frostbite,”

You realized you were still shivering in his cloak, “Yeah, thanks for not letting me die out there, and for the cape,”

“If I’d let you die, I wouldn’t have a date for the banquet.”

“Ooh, I’m a date now, am I?” I teased.

He blushed and looked away, still smiling.

“I suppose so,” he whispered.

He stood and offered a hand to me. I took it and stood, following him upstairs to his room, the only bedroom in the house. The room had recently been tidied, the paintings on the wall included snowy landscapes and one of a wither. The curtains were open, the night sky illuminating the room. The moonlight made everything a pale blue, almost making Techno’s hair purple.

“I don’t have anywhere else for you to stay right now unless you want to sleep on the couch.”

“Are you also sleeping here?”

“Only if you’re ok with it,” He said, kneeling by the fireplace and setting logs on the grate.

Would he really? He seems so shy…

— Technoblade —

I could feel my blood rush to my face as they asked if I’d sleep with them. I turned to the fireplace and lit the fire, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” I said.

They paused and my heartbeat harder, unsure what they were going to say. I started preparing the fire, putting the hesitation out of my mind.

////////UNDER CONSTRUCTION BRRRRRRRRR (2/3 complete)///////

Do you allow him to sleep with you?

Yes, tell him you’re going to be cold and need the body heat. (NSFW)

Ask where he wants to sleep. (Fluff)

No, respectfully suggest he sleep on the couch. (SFW)

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