I decided to make an advent calendar for our favorite clones! It's going to be a new story every day. They're mostly just fluff, sometimes a bit suggestive or angsty, but all in all, sfw!
(p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes!)
summary: Making a pillow fort with Gregor! ...or something like that.
warnings: reader gets pinned down, reader pins down, hand is put on readers mouth in a way to keep them from speaking (playfully) tickles
word count: ~910
a/n: this is the twentieth fic for my advent calendar! i had nostalgic feelings when i wrote this and i decided that i should make a blanket fort again, sometime.
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"You're doing it all wrong," Gregor says, shaking his head.
"What? No, I'm not. It fits just fine," you shake your head too.
"No, if you would do it like I said, you wouldn't need to use the pillows, and we could have them for inside," he says, shoving your hand away playfully.
"But then we won't be able to just relax in there, because the ceiling would crash down on us every two seconds," you disagree.
"No, because the sofa will hold the blanket. There isn't anything crashing down on us," he says, throwing said thing over the back of the couch.
You look at it with raised eyebrows, waiting for the new made ceiling to fall down - but nothing happens.
"See?" Gregor asks, chuckling lightly and pushing the now free pillows in the small cave.
"That was the first step, now we can make it bigger and cozier," he says, as if you've never built a blanked fort before, but you just play along.
He seems to have built his caves in another way than you've had, so in a way, it's the first time for you making one after another plan.
You don't even know how all of this started. One moment, you were laying on the couch together, then suddenly you found yourselves setting up blankets above some of your furniture.
You don't mind when other people would think you're too old for that. It brings up nostalgic feelings, you have fun and... well, no one else is here, so nobody would mind either way. You haven't built a pillow fort in what feels like ages, and doing it now, with Gregor, makes some warm feelings bubble in your stomach.
After a few rounds around the house, you come back to him, with a few other fluffy pillows and blankets stacked on your arms.
Gregor immediately comes to your help, takes some of them and positions them around the small cave.
After some minutes, he finally finishes his work and pulls you beneath the blankets with him.
Laughing and giggling, you snuggle up in the small space, moving all the different things around a little bit to get even more comfortable, and finally laying down together.
Just as you're about to praise him for his good work, the blanket-ceiling snaps and falls down on you.
For a few seconds, no one says a word. Neither you nor Gregor moves, waiting for the other to break the silence.
"Well-" you start, but Gregor puts a hand above your mouth.
"Don't say it," he says, and you feel some rapid movements as he shakes his head.
"Sdob, Gr'gor," you say, starting to laugh, wanting to push his hand away from your face. He holds on relentlessly, even your wet tongue licking the palm of his hand didn't do anything.
"I don't want to hear that you knew better!" he giggles lightly, ignoring the way your tongue presses against his hand again.
You try to muffle something again, but with his hand you and the chuckles that break through, all you say is unintelligible.
"I wouldn't lick that, Cyare. Don't know where my hand was in the last few hours," he says playfully.
Immediately, your tongue snaps back. Instead of trying to get his hand off, you reach for a pillow, throwing it at his head.
"Hey!" he protests, trying to hold your hands down, but due to his already occupied hand, you're faster and able to hit him again and again.
Suddenly, he lets go of you, grabbing for another pillow, also starting to hit you with it. With that, a war breaks out.
"Ah! Gregor!" you laugh, dodging another hit, but swinging your pillow again.
You start to wrangle and roll around the floor, pulling all the blankets with you.
At one point, you suddenly stop and try to keep him pinned beneath you.
You sit on his tights and hold his hands above his head, panting heavily. You know that he is much stronger that you and you're just in this position because he wants to.
"I didn't want to tell you, that I knew better," you giggle, looking in his eyes that had a happy glint in them.
"Is that so?" he asks, a wide grin on his lips.
"Yes," you assure him, "actually, I wanted to point out how well you build that thing."
You start to grin at his now confused face. "Well, at least until it broke down, and I realized that I indeed was right," you start to laugh.
You don't expect him to flip you both around so suddenly, letting out a small surprised yell before starting to giggle uncontrollably again.
"Told you I don't wanna hear it," Gregor says as he digs his fingers into your sides, starting to tickle you.
Laughing and squirming, you try to escape, but he is so much stronger than you- you can't even move an inch.
You know exactly what he wants to hear -that his cave was perfectly fine- but you're not willing enough to give him that win, so instead you put your fingers on his waist, starting a game of tickles and teasing, that drags over quite some time.
Only after both of you are exhausted and tired, you make it stop.
Laying next to each other, both of you try to catch your breath, still amused by that spontaneous afternoon full of giggles.
