#blanket fort
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All TenxRose…
= adult rating
- Friends with (cuddling) benefitsby@lostinfic (au, short story)
- How to Make a Blanket Fort 101by@goingtothetardis (short story)
- Of Pillow Forts and Propheciesby@isilienelenihin (ficlet)
- Pillow Fortby@braveten (ficlet)
- A Story Like Jack’sby@goingtothetardis (short story)
ReblogFest 2021: Day the Sixteenth
Have some more snuggling!
Oh, my, this is a short list. Any recommendations for more?
~pyf
Virgo: I knew this was going to happen. We should’ve went with a book fort!
Twilight Sparkle: *gasp!* To scramble and remove all the books out of order? Not on my watch!
Shining Armor: Still stuck here…
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Blanket forts should be a form of therapy.
Problem:Bored?
Response: Blanket fort with friends, card/video games, superhero movies, and a poppin’ playlist.
Problem:Sad?
Response: Blanket fort with an obscene amount of pillows, blankets, music, and a warm cup of coffee.
Problem:Having an existential crisis fleshing out the futility of life affirming the creeping notion that free will is absent and ultimately dissolves the shreds of assumed control over your life?
Response: Blanket fort and a bottle(s) of wine paired with a tasteful Kelly Clarkson playlist.
(Pro tip: avoid white sheets and throw in a couple of pillows to freely weep into)
Note: Ok. Comfortember is going to be comfort, damnit. This is fluff, nothing more. Possible sequel to Day 25 of Whumptober (possible because I like the open-endedness of the ending and I can honestly do so much with that).
Prompts: Cuddling, Warmth, Crackling Fire, Blanket Fort
Luigi paused when he spotted his brother sitting by himself in the living room. He was sitting on the ground, in front of the fire. Luigi hesistated. ‘It’s not better for me.’ He was right. He was sure he was right ignoring his brother like he had the past year but… He remembered how devastated his brother looked. Slowly he approached his brother. “Are you ok, Paviche?"
Pavi looked up at him then back at the fire. He nodded slowly, "I…i…it’s nice and w…warm."
"Are you cold?"
Pavi froze and slowly shook his head. He held the throw pillow in his arms tighter.
Luigi removed his jacket and draped it over Pavi.
Pavi stiffened. "P…p…please don’t, fratello."
But he was warm, Luigi nearly protested. But he saw the way his brother gripped the pillow tighter. He picked the jacket and threw it over the sofa.
Pavi visibly relaxed but still didn’t say anything.
"What’s wrong, Paviche?"
"N…nothing.” Pavi’s gaze still didn’t leave the fire.
His brother never used to hide anything from him. Pavi would tell him everything. But…he supposed, he had no right to complain after ignoring his brother for a whole year. He quietly sat next to his brother. “Pops said you refused to tell him why you left GeneCo that day. Why?"
"D…d…did you t…tell him?"
"No."
"I…I…I didn’t w…want to get her in…in…in trouble."
"You’re too nice to her."
"I…I…I think she feels b…bad. She’s b…b…been nicer."
"That doesn’t make what she did ok."
"I know.” Pavi still continued staring at the fire.
Maybe Luigi should leave him be. He was right. Ignoring his brother for the past year was the right thing. His brother didn’t need to miss him. His brother should get used to him not being around. He was right. 'You can hate me if you want, fratello.’ Luigi sighed. “Paviche, I…I need to tell you something. When I woke up.”
Pavi hugged the pillow tighter.
“Pops told me… He’s never been honest with me before. But this time, he was. With the frequent arrests, my heart is… He doesn’t think he’ll get the heart in time. He doesn’t think I have long left…maybe a year… I… I don’t want you to think I hate you. So I’m giving you the choice, Paviche. We can continue what we’ve been doing. You can get used to me not being around. You-”
Something barrelled into him. He felt arms encircle him. “I…I…I j…just want to s…spend what t…t…time we have l…left together, fratello."
Luigi sighed. "Ok Paviche.” He placed a hand at the back of his brother’s head.
“Are y…you scared?” Came Pavi’s quiet voice
Terrified. “No.” But nothing would compare with how scared he was sitting in that concrete pipe, clutching his too-still brother to him.
“T…then I’m not s…scared either, fratello."
Luigi held his brother tighter. "Everything’s going to be ok, Paviche.” They sat like that in silence until Pavi quietly broke it.
“Sorella’s watching us."
Luigi pulled away and spotted his sister staring at them from behind the wall. Luigi sighed. He supposed he owed his sister the same choice. Even if she’s probably too young to understand. "I’ll be back.” He told Pavi as he stood. He apporached Carmela quietly.
Carmela just stared at him quietly.
He bent to her level. “Hey, Carmie."
She just stared at him shyly, like she was meeting him for the first time.
Luigi was right the first time. She wouldn’t remember him if he just left her be. Talking to her now was just being selfish. He stood. It was different than with Pavi. She was so young. Luigi didn’t remember anything from when he was her age. Leaving her alone was better for her. "Are you waiting for Pavi to play with you?"
She just stared at him.
"I’m done talking with Pavi. You can play with him if you want.” He headed towards the door.
“Wee-gee."
Luigi froze.
"Wee-gee, play with me."
He turned to his sister.
She met his gaze and looked to the ground. "Wee-gee, play."
It was better if…if… Damn it. "Lu-i-gi.” He bent to her level. “Say 'Lu-i-gi’ and I’ll play with you."
She pouted. "Wee-gee."
"You’re not even trying."
She stuck out her tongue at him.
Luigi sighed. "Come on then.” He headed out of the living room and Carmela slowly followed.
“Wee-gee, what you doing?"
"I have an idea.” He headed to the supply closet and picked up a tall stack of blankets. They headed back to the living room. He dumped the blankets on the ground.
“W…what are you doing, fratello?"
He turned the sofas around and threw the blankets on top. "Making a blanket fort."
"W…w…why?"
Luigi shrugged. "Seemed like fun."
"Make it higher."
Luigi smiled at his sister. "I’ll go get chairs from the dining room then."
"Fratello, I… b…b…be careful."
"I’m fine, Paviche.” Luigi saw Pavi’s downcast look. “Come help me then."
Pavi quietly followed him to the dining area.
***
Rotti opened the front door. It was past midnight and he was exhausted. Why was he still doing this? The doctors had already insisted that there was no hope. Was foolishly working on the heart really the best option? Or should he be spending time with his family instead? He didn’t know. If he stopped working on the heart, it meant he was giving up. He couldn’t give up.
Rotti froze as he entered the living room. Blankets were strewn everywhere. Furniture that belonged to various other parts of the house were placed haphazardly. What was this mess? Weren’t the Genterns supposed to be keeping the house clean?
That was when he spotted his children. They were curled up against each other in front of the fire. Rotti let out a small smile and decided against waking them. He headed to bed.
