#that pillow fort does NOT look structurally sound but what can ya do �� I just made this for fun lol

[artsy--shipper]

Willie and Callie on a little date in their pillow fort :) 💕

(via https://nekoatsume.comic.studio/)

[undertaleowl]

Pillow Fort Surprise-- MF Papyrus

The Puzzle of the Fort

WC: 1004

He decided that you were definitely acting strange and out-of-character. He could not determine exactly why or how you were acting strange, but when his gut told him something was off, then by the Angel, something was positively, absolutely, 110 percent off!

The evening had been relatively normal and peaceful. You had welcomed him home with a kiss and had taken his suit jacket. He set the table for three (in case Sans decided to barge in, which was most nights) while you put the finishing touches on dinner. Tonight it was Pasta alla Genovese, a pesto pasta dish with garlic and olive oil, and you were just sprinkling in some Parmesan to top it all off. You had poured the wine, a sweet white Riesling which complimented the salty herbiness of the pasta. You had taken some French bread chunks to dip in the pasta, and that was it. It was your usual routine, so why was there something so off about it?

Wait.

“The jacket! You took my jacket off when I came in, and you went to the bedroom with it instead of putting it in the closet like you usually do,” he announced proudly. He smirked at you from across the table at your startled face. “Now why would you do that, amore?”

You may have been startled by his sudden proclamation, but your expression slowly morphed into a smirk that matched his own.

“I don’t know, dear. Why would I do that?” you goaded, grinning at his confused expression. The puzzle had just begun, mostly because the game was a part of his surprise. He glowered at you.

“I found out what was strange about tonight! You’re supposed to tell me why as a reward,” he protested. You pretended to consider his argument before you shook your head, chuckling at his almost betrayed expression.

“Not how it works, dear. You’re supposed to solve the whole puzzle, not just a single portion of it,” you chastised him playfully. He looked at you and his smirk returned.

“Are you challenging me, amore?” he asked. You shrugged.

“I don’t know. I think that depends on whether or not you think the situation is challenging.”

And that’s how you ended up in a fireman’s hold as he walked through the evening step by step and action by action, thoroughly re-tracing every movement that had been made by both of you that evening. Finally, he made his way to the final destination-- the bedroom, because that’s where you had taken his suit jacket. Your beautiful creation was displayed in all of its glory, and his suit jacket’s arms were each tied to the rung of a chair, apparently acting as an entry way. Piles of pillows, blankets, and sheets made up a square base, and it looked like it was a structure of some kind.  

“I’m surprised you didn’t come here first,” you commented as he gaped at it. “I wanted to do something nice for us, so I did. Surprise!”

He scrutinized it. “What is the point of this?” You wrangled yourself out his grasp and crawled under his suit jacket into the fort.

“It’s a pillow fort,” you said, like it was obvious. Tentatively, he followed you, feeling a little foolish as he crawled on his knees like a babybones. You two sat in the middle of the fort.

“There seems to be little structural integrity in this fort of yours,” he said. You snorted.

“It’s so we can take it down when the night ends, dear. Isn’t it comfortable?”

Despite being bested by his mate, he begrudgingly admitted that this was quite a comfy and cozy atmosphere, and the sheets that acted as the ceiling of the fort dimmed the lights so that it almost felt intimate in a way, even though he had been bested. “Yes, I suppose so. So what now? What else does this puzzle entail?” he asked. You kissed him on the cheek and brought out some movies from underneath your pillows. He grabbed them from you and examined them closely before smiling softly. “That explains why we have full view of the television,” he thought to himself.

“I see. Thank you very much, amore,” he said, nuzzling the top of your head. You smiled at him and went to put in the DVD.

“I never wanted to best you,” you explained. “I just wanted to keep it as an after-dinner surprise. Seeing you so excited about a puzzle was adorable, so I just went with it.”

He grumbled as a blush spread across his cheeks as you hit play on the TV and came back to him. You forced him to lay against the back rest of pillows as you snuggled into his chest. “All I want you to do now is to come cuddle with me and watch your favorite movie. Just relax.”  

He kissed you on the top of your head, the spark of his magic causing your hair to be all staticky, but nevertheless, you received your mate’s message, loud and clear. “I love you very much, amore.” You snuggled into his chest some more as you pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“I love you too.”

“Ey! Where are ya two? You’s dinner’s still on the table, you know. I’m just gonna grab a bite real fast, kay?”

You both sighed. “I’ll text him not to bother us for the night unless someone is dying,” Papyrus grumbled. Just in case, you went over to the bedroom door and locked it. Papyrus’s phone chimed in reply to his first text, and you read it over his shoulder. Your face turned red as you made a small “eep” sound at the raunchiness of the text. Papyrus got up and stormed to unlock and open the door.

“SANS, DON’T BE A FUCKING CREEP! JUST EAT AND LEAVE US ALONE,” he screamed. You heard his brother cackle before he slammed the door and came back over to you, in your little cozy safe haven.