LOTF One Shots

Henry x Percival (Fluff)

As the soft breeze rustled through the palm leaves, Percival, with a wide-eyed innocence, gazed at their shelter with a contemplative expression. "You know, Henry, our shelter could use a bit of magic. Something that makes it... you know, cozy," he suggested, his voice carrying the genuine curiosity of a child.

Henry, mirroring Percival's innocence but with a subtle hint of mischief, looked up from arranging some driftwood. "Magic? You mean like cushions and blankets? We're on an island, Percival, not in a fairy tale."

Percival's eyes lit up with excitement. "Exactly! But we can still make it feel like a fairy tale, right?"

The duo's conversation reached the ears of Sam and Eric, who exchanged amused glances. Sam nudged Eric, whispering, "Looks like they're planning some island magic. Maybe we should join in."

Eric smirked, "A bit of enchantment won't hurt. Let's see what they're up to."

Ralph, always up for some island camaraderie, strolled over with a playful grin. "Magic, huh? Should I be expecting a rabbit to pop out of the shelter anytime soon?"

Piggy, engrossed in sorting supplies, added with a chuckle, "Maybe Percival's got a wand hidden somewhere."

Percival, oblivious to the teasing, just laughed. "No wands here, just a desire for a cozy space. You all can help if you want!"

The others rallied to help Percival and Henry gather supplies for their cozy shelter project. Driftwood, soft leaves, and various odds and ends were collected with a sense of shared purpose. Soon, however, the group dispersed to attend to other tasks on the island, leaving Henry and Percival to their creative endeavor.

Henry, a hint of his usual mischief in his eyes, shrugged and joined Percival. "Might as well make it a proper haven," he commented, helping Percival arrange clothes, random pieces of cloth, and other found items to build up a comforting atmosphere inside the tent.

The two worked together, adding a layer of cloth on the ground as well as makeshift cushions and pillows with folded up fabrics for blankets. They pinned up some shirts on the walls of the tent, making it more colorful and comfortable.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the makeshift tent Percival and Henry had crafted. As they closed off the entrance, the interior became a private haven amid the island's vastness. Seated together in a shared silence, Percival fidgeted before finally breaking it.

"You ever wonder if coconuts have feelings? I mean, they fall down a lot, and we just use 'em," Percival mused, his words carrying the whimsy of his innocent curiosity.

Henry chuckled, "Coconuts, huh? Percival, you've got a mind that travels."

Percival grinned, launching into a ramble about the mysteries of the island, the peculiar shapes of clouds, and even the conversations he imagined the seagulls were having. Henry, amused by Percival's randomness, smiled and listened.

After a while, Henry lay down, closing his eyes to the soft murmurs of Percival's thoughts. Percival joined him, laughter bubbling up as he continued his stream of consciousness, the two finding comfort in the shared space of their makeshift haven. The tent, wrapped in the hues of the setting sun, became a sanctuary for their friendship amid the unpredictable rhythm of island life.

As the island day unfolded, Henry stretched his arms, unwittingly creating an opening for Percival to roll against him. Henry, momentarily confused, glanced down at Percival with a quizzical expression.

Percival, seizing the chance, wrapped his arms around Henry and rested his head on his chest. "Comfy," he mumbled, his voice a contented murmur.

Henry, after a brief pause, chuckled. "Well, I guess you found a cozy spot."