#sander sides tickle fic
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you gotta be kitten me
Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety
Word Count: 1,822 words
just a silly little thing i came up with when i used to play neko atsume djfhghdjskjdh. good times man
Some days were meant for grand adventures, Roman thought. Trying new things, climbing new heights, and achieving goals beyond your wildest dreams.
Other days were for sitting in the living room, half-watching a musical bootleg on the TV as you rapidly refreshed Neko Atsume over and over and over again.
Roman groaned for the fifth time in as many minutes as his garden, yet again, failed to attract any new cats. He knew the point of the game was to be patient, but come on! His entire yard was decked out with the highest quality cat trees, toys, and trinkets possible, all elegantly displayed along the beautiful Zen Garden backyard expansion model. He kept his food bowls stocked with Deluxe Tuna Bitz, even upgrading to a nice plate of sashimi or two when he had gold fish to spare. There was no reason at all why he should be so incapable of attracting rare cats to his garden.
“Lookit. I got another one.”
And of course, the worst fact of all: Virgil was fucking great at the game.
Roman groaned in exasperation. “Which one now?”
Virgil turned his phone around and held it up for Roman to see. They were both on the couch, lying toe-to-head so they could both recline while sharing the good blanket between them. After a few moments of blinking, Roman could make out the distinctive striped shirt, cap, and baseball bat that belonged to none other than--
“Joe DiMeowgio,” Virgil confirmed. Roman’s jaw dropped.
“What? How did you find him?”
Virgil shrugged, pulling the phone back and tapping the screen smugly. “He likes the baseball.”
Roman made an affronted noise. “That’s like, one of the most basic, boring, blah toys you can have in the entire game.”
“He’s a simple cat with simple needs, Princey,” Virgil deadpanned. Roman groaned, draping his arm over his eyes in defeat, but his dramatics were interrupted by Virgil’s foot popping out of the blanket to kick him.
“How dare you kick a man when he’s down, you villain!”
Virgil ignored him, settling back into the couch now that he’d stopped Roman’s whining. “Maybe just try switching up your yard once in a while. The cats need variety.”
The two fell silent again. Roman pouted down at his phone as he pondered the Goodies shop in the game’s menu. It was true, he didn’t like to switch out his items often-- his preferred method for games like this was to save up until he could get all of the expensive items first. It made sense to him; why waste time collecting cheap items if he could get the most payback from the expensive ones?-- but now, he found himself scrolling through the early pages of the shop’s catalogue, looking for a new toy to catch his eye.
And, well... something did:
Fluff-Thing Teaser: a ball of fluff that inspires playful strikes. Your cat will never get bored of this thing!
Roman eyed the toy in the photo. It was definitely a cheap one, costing only 100 regular fish. But what really caught his eye was the wording-- “inspires playful strikes”.
His eyes drifted from the screen in front of him, to Virgil’s foot, still exposed from when he’d kicked Roman earlier.
He turned the idea over in his head, his lips twitching into a smile. He dropped his hand to the side, and, as subtly as he possibly could, summoned a small handheld toy with a ball of fluff on the end.
Clearing his throat to cover the laugh building up inside him, Roman rearranged himself so the Fluff-Thing Teaser was hidden from Virgil’s sight, resting on his own chest so the fluff-ball tip was an inch away from Virgil’s foot.
He waited. Waited. Waited...
And swiped the piece of fluff straight down Virgil’s sole.
The reaction was minor, but immediate-- Virgil jerked, his foot pulling back minutely as a startled gasp burst out of him.
“What was that?” he asked sternly. Roman looked at him over his phone.
“What?”
He thought he sounded pretty innocent, but Virgil clearly wasn’t fooled. “Don’t do that.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I swear on my sword, I haven’t touched you.” Which wasn’t a lie. Roman hadn’t touched him-- the Fluff-Thing Teaser had.
He dropped his eyes back to his screen, feigning obliviousness to Virgil’s glare. After a few moments, however, he too returned his attention to his game.
Roman bit his lip, flipping quickly through the item pages for his next trick. He quickly found it:
Wing-Thing Teaser: Mild curiosity will turn into obsession once your cat starts pouncing on this tufted teaser.
Roman bit his lip again to avoid laughing aloud. He focused on swapping the Fluff-Thing for the Wing-Thing (listen, he didn’t choose the names, okay?) and hid all but the feathery tip in his sleeve. He coughed, shifting himself again, and swiped the soft toy down just beneath Virgil’s toes.
“Fuck!” Virgil burst out again, yanking his leg all the way back to his chest. He grabbed his foot defensively as he rubbed at the skin. “Fucking-- stop that.”
“I’m literally not doing anything,” Roman lied, but he couldn’t stop the smile that was curling up at the edges of his mouth. “Why are you being twitchy?”
Virgil glowered at him. “I’m always twitchy.”
“Well, you’re being extra twitchy today. Just sit back and look at the cats.”
For a moment Roman was worried that Virgil would get up and ruin his game, but luckily for him, the anxious side merely rubbed at his foot once more before, hesitantly, stretching his legs out in front of him again. His brow was still furrowed, and Roman kept his eyes directly on his phone.
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a straight face was nearly impossible, but he knew that Virgil was expecting it now. As soon as his eyes caught sight of the Wild-Thing Teaser in the catalogue, he knew this one would be much more obvious than the first two toys.
Well. Time to give up the act.
Roman shoved the fluffy ball of the Wild-Thing directly in between Virgil’s first and second toe. The anxious side made a noise of confusion, then shock, then burst into laughter.
“Dude!” he managed through his giggles, reaching for his foot to yank the toy away. Scrunching his toes around it instinctively only made it tickle more, and Roman watched with amusement bright on his face as Virgil giggled at the accidental self-tickling.
“Did I do that?” Roman asked innocently. Virgil glared at him as he eyed the item with a fair amount of suspicion.
“Wait,” he said suddenly, eyes widening. “Is this the--”
“The Wild-Thing Teaser? Well, it appears so!” Roman finished for him, grinning widely as he waved his phone in the air before reading the description. “‘Talk about a big tease! Just try to stop your cats from pouncing at this fluffy fur ball.’”
He snorted. “Aw, looks like they’re right! This kitty right here couldn’t help but play with the lil’ fuzzball!”
He relished in watching Virgil grow more and more flustered at the teasing.
“Shut up-- I’m not-- I’m not a cat,” he protested. Roman laughed at his flustered indignation.
“Well, you’re certainly acting like one! Are you having fun playing with your new toy, Mr. Meow-Meow?”
He laughed louder as Virgil realized that he’d been rolling the small fuzz ball in between his fingers. The emo side threw the toy to the side, crossing his arms and pouting. “Well, you’re the one being freaking immature, summoning toys like that!”
“Ah, but that’s the spirit of the game, isn’t it? Finding all the cute little toys that make your little kittens as happy as can be--”
“I’m not a cat!”
“Oh, yeah?” Roman asked. “Prove it.”
Suddenly one hand darted forward and clamped around Virgil’s ankle, where he’d accidentally left his leg within Roman’s range. With the other hand, he summoned the next tool on the list, and this time he was lucky enough to see the recognition dawn on Virgil’s face.
“Roman!” he hissed (another point in Roman’s ‘Virgil is a cat’ agenda), but he was too slow, because Roman was already flicking and fluttering the Zebra Grass Gadget all up and down the bare sole of Virgil’s foot.
The result was immediate: Virgil squealed, yanking his foot back helplessly against Roman’s much stronger grip as the toy tickled his sole.
“‘Watch your cats’ fascination turn to obsession!’,” Roman recited over the sound of Virgil’s giggles. He made sure to brush the grassy toy in rhythm to his words as he continued, “‘It has a fluffy teaser tip that they just. Can’t. Resist!’”
“Stop ihihihit!” Virgil said through giggles. His other leg kicked out in time with his bursts of laughter, but Roman’s grip kept the captured foot nice and snug as he fluttered all along the wrinkles of his sole.
“Which toy is your favorite, kitty?” Roman teased. “Or do you just love them all so much?”
Virgil looked like he was about to argue (well, as much as he could through his silly laughter) so Roman flipped the Zebra Grass Gadget around and scratched its stem on the ball of Virgil’s foot. That was enough to make any snarky words die on Virgil’s tongue, replacing them with desperate screeches of laughter instead.
“Okay-- okay okay okahahahay!” he gasped, rocking back and forth in his trapped state. Roman moved to trail the stem up and down the arch of his foot, and Virgil gripped the fabric of the couch like he was fighting off torture. “No more, no more-- please it tihihihickles!”
That was enough for Roman. He slowed the tickling until he was just barely grazing Virgil’s foot with the stem; he waited until Virgil had calmed down before quickly flipping the toy around and giving one more tickle with the grassy side.
“Ah!” Virgil yelped. He yanked his leg back, and this time Roman let him go.
He couldn’t help but grin at Virgil as the anxious side caught his breath. The soft grass of the toy floated through the air as Roman lazily twirled it around his fingers.
“Well, well, well...” he drawled. “I’ll be honest, I think this is even more fun than the actual game!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Virgil said, face still flushed.
“Aw, you don’t think so? You sounded like you were having lots of fun. These cat toys really do work... kitten.”
Suddenly Virgil was lunging forward through the air, arms outstretched. Roman only had half a second to scream before the emo side had him pinned on his back.
“You think I act like a cat?” Virgil asked. “Lemme ask you this, Princey: did you forget that cats have claws?”
He raised his hands, ten fingers wiggling just above Roman’s stomach, and Roman realized that this game was about to get much harder.
#my posts#my writing#tickling#tickle fic#tickle community#sanders sides tickling#lee!virgil#ler!roman#drafted on jan 27 2021#you gotta be kitten me
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A Sleeping Dragon
“This movie is completely unrealistic!” spoke out Logan, completely and utterly exasperated during Wreck it Ralph. Family movie nights never went according to plan. “There is no possible way video game characters could interact in that way and frankly, the way the inner workings of electrical units are portrayed is ridiculous.”
Roman sighed. He looked down at Virgil who was laying into him fast asleep. “Logan, it’s just a movie. It's a silly movie. It isn’t meant to be realistic.”
Patton giggled. “Yeah, Lo! It’s just a movie.”
Logan huffed. “I don’t see how someone could enjoy a film when it is so blatantly ridiculous.” Roman rolled his eyes, while Patton just giggled again. “It should have at least some aspect of a realistic component to it.”
”Just watch the movie, Specs,” huffed Roman in annoyance.
Virgil, who was curled up napping in between Roman and Patton with his head in Roman’s lap, stirred. He grunted, very annoyed. “Who woke me up?”
All three sides froze. You did not want to be the person who woke Virgil up. He didn’t sleep much, so when he did, he expected to not be disturbed.
“Well? I’m waiting,” demanded Virgil, now sitting up straight. He looked around in question, arms crossed.
Roman blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger toward the logical trait in the recliner. “Logan was complaining about the movie!”
Logan glared at Roman in indignation. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to speak during the whole movie?” he inquired angrily. He turned to Virgil. “Besides, I would have dropped it if Roman would have just nodded and agreed with me. But no, he had to argue,” he added scowling.
Virgil hid his smirk and instead raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” In reality, he never actually got mad when he was woken up. He just liked messing with the others (especially Roman) however he could. Virgil figured he could have some fun with this.
”O-oh, well-” stuttered Roman.
“I thought I heard something other than Logan’s voice! I heard someone else who was frankly quite louder than Logan!” interjected Virgil looking up at Roman. Roman paled.
“Ah well, I was just defending the movie that’s all,” he replied, trying to hide his fear and failing miserably. “Simply making conversation.”
Virgil smothered a grin. He loved making Roman nervous. “Well, Roman, we all know you’re a lot louder than Logan; it was probably you who woke me up.”
“Now that’s not always-“
Roman was cut off by his yelp, feeling a poke at his ribs. “No interrupting!” scolded Virgil, this time forgetting to mask the grin and the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of this.
Roman blanched as Virgil’s intentions were made clear. “Virge, I’m sorry! Honest! You can go back to sleep, and we’ll all be quiet okay?” He glanced around to see if any of the other Sides would lend a hand. Logan was pretending to be fascinated by the movie suddenly and Patton was also suddenly too ‘preoccupied‘ to notice. He began to grow very nervous as Virgil crept up closer to him.
“Well, I’m already awake now thanks to you-“ he poked Roman’s side again who squeaked at the touch. Virgil‘s evil smile took up his whole face. “I’m very upset, Roman. My sleep was disturbed.” Roman began whining and backed into the arm of the sofa as Virgil continued to get closer. Patton and Logan finally turned their attention to the two traits in the middle of a standoff.
“Don’t hurt him, Virgil!” pleaded Patton.
“I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry Pat. I won’t hurt him. Physically anyway. His pride might be a little bruised.” Virgil smirked again. Roman continued to plead with the darker side despite knowing full well that nothing would stop what was about to happen.
“Come on, Virgil, please! I promise it won’t happen again! I- EEP!“ A pinch to his side.
“Too late, Princey. In all your years of being a prince, has no one told you the most important rule?“
Virgil paused as if trying to build up even more anticipation. He leaned in so close, that Roman could feel the anxious Side’s breath against his neck.
“Don’t wake a sleeping dragon.”
With that, he pounced on Roman and scribbled all over his torso immediately causing the Prince to break into frantic cackles. He mercilessly tickled all over and despite Roman’s defenses, Virgil was just too fast. Every place he tried to guard, the anxious side would just tickle somewhere else. Roman was hysterically laughing and resorted to calling for help from the others.
“HEEHEHEHELLLPPP!!” He cried through his desperate laughter.
“You shouldn’t require our assistance. You should be able to fight him off yourself. If I’m not mistaken, you supposedly have beaten this so-called ‘Dragon Witch’ which, judging by the name, would seem much more dangerous than the tickle monster,” replied Logan, a teasing smile encompassing his features.
”Oh I’m not sure about that Logan,” joked Virgil. “The tickle monster is pretty vicious.”
Poor Roman turned a bright red. “Stahahahahahahap teheheheasheheing!!”
“Aww Lo, look he’s blushing really hard,” Patton gushed.
Roman just blushed harder at that, the teasing was killing him. He was laughing himself hoarse while Virgil just snickered with no signs of stopping anytime soon. After what seemed like hours, Virgil noticed Roman’s laugh becoming more breathy.
“Well, Princey,” Virgil began. Roman was beside himself laughing, as Virgil’s hands were shoved in his armpits “I think you might have learned your lesson.” Roman nodded frantically. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop on one condition. You say, ‘Virgil, you are the best side in the entire world and I would be nothing without you, and I promise to never disrupt your sleep ever again.’ Can you say that?” Roman squeaked as a response. Virgil chuckled knowing Roman couldn’t possibly; he was laughing way too hard.
“VIRHIHIGLLE YOHOHOHO ARHAHAA AHHHHH!”
“Yes? I am what?”
“BEHEHEHEEHEST SIHIHIHIHDE- OHOHOHO MYHHYHY GOHOHOSH!”
Virgil laughed. “And?”
“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT REMEHEHEMBER!!” Roman cried in desperation. Virgil started to feel a little bad.
“Alright close enough.” He finally stopped and poor Princey fell limp, giggling and wheezing for air. Virgil smiled down at him. “Sorry dude. May have gone slightly overboard,” he apologized.
“Hahaha, my stohohomahahach, ohoho mahan.”
Virgil helped him sit up and got him settled. Roman was exhausted, so Virgil let him lay in his lap. “There you go, Sir Sing-a-lot,” Roman mumbled a thank you. The roles were reversed as Roman laid napping on Virgil and the rest of the bunch were threatened to stay quiet by Virgil, lest they get the same treatment Roman did. They all watched the movie in silence.
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Laugh for Me!
Ships: Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)
Word count: 2785
Warnings: Censored swearing, Remus being Remus, mild angst, tickling, pranks, teasing (Let me know if I need to add anyhting)
Remus was unhinged in every way possible, good and bad. Part of the reasoning behind it was just who he was. I mean he is the personification of every morbid, sexual or intrusive thought that danced its way through Thomas’s head so no one could really blame him for being himself. But another part of it was because he enjoyed others' reactions to it, every reaction he got.
When Patton would scream in terror or when Virgil would hiss at him, it all filled him with glee. He loved observing the other sides reactions to his antics and figuring out what freaked them out and what didn’t freak them out.
But one reaction he did love getting from others was laughter, other’s laughing just made his heart figuratively explode in his chest. So after stewing on the fact that he enjoyed making other people laugh for a fraction of a second he created a new experiment and so began “Operation make every side laugh and figure out what makes them laugh so he can exploit it whenever necessary and also think of a shorter name for this operation.”
Surprisingly Virgil was the easiest one to figure out with minimal research, he laughed whenever Patton made a pun and Remus couldn’t tell at first if it was because it annoyed Logan when Patton made puns or if he actually liked them, so he would have to gather more data.
Luckily after some spying, he found that even when Logan wasn’t in the room when Patton made puns, the jokes always made Virgil laugh, quite honestly he was expecting something very different from ‘Charlie Frown’. But he wrote it down in his notes nonetheless as Virgil’s Hysterical Hacker (That's the name he came up with).
Patton was also elementary to figure out, as the happiest side he would laugh at a lot of things. At first Remus thought that Patton’s Hysterical Hacker would also be puns but it occurred to him Patton didn’t really laugh at puns, even if they weren’t made by himself but then Remus made a discovery.
One day as he went to the kitchen to fetch one of his Cock shaped popsicles from the fridge he found Patton sitting in the kitchen on the computer laughing like a hyena of helium, Remus almost had to be concerned if he was breathing or not.
When he asked Patton what was so funny he was shown a twenty minute compilation video of cat videos on youtube. Some cat’s fell into boxes and others played with balls of yarn but regardless it all made Patton squeal so Remus wrote ‘Cat videos’ down as Patton’s Hysterical Hacker.
Roman took a bit of investigating but as it turned out the answer was right in front of Remus' face, it was rooted in his dear twin brother’s love of Disney. One family love night it was Roman’s turn to choose the movie and he went with a Winnie the Pooh movie much to Remus’s, Janus’s and Logan’s displeasure.
Watching the movie was like folding socks level boring but then something caught Remus interest, after the gang tried to catch a ‘Backson’ all of them fell down a hole except for Piglet who then was challenged to find something to get them out of the hole with.
Piglet’s attempts were all stupid and fueled by miscommunication between Piglet and Rabbit. The scene wasn’t what caught Remus’s interest though it was Prince's not so charming reaction that got him listening.
Roman was rolling with laughter throughout the scene which led Remus’s to the ever so boring conclusion that Roman’s hysterical hacker was, family humor. Something that could be found in every Disney movie ever to exist.
Remus still wrote it down though and moved to the next side.
Janus was a challenge, despite having lived with him in the darkisde of the mindscape for most of his life, Janus never really went into hysterics, sure he’d chuckle but that was all Remus usually saw out of him.
But Remus did get an idea, Janus always seemed to be amused at other’s pain or displeasure like when Logan would get a papercut and Patton would insist on kissing it better or when Virgil’s pet spider Kat would escape his room and Patton would jump on the table and scream.
So as an experiment Remus poured a big helping of salt into Roman’s coffee one morning and when Roman began screaming of how it felt like he was ‘drinking the water of cold, unforgiving and salty seas’ Janus went into his deep villainous belly laugh at the scene. While Logan just rolled his eyes and Patton ran up to Roman all concerned like the father figment he was.
(Virgil was still asleep because he’s not a morning person)
That result said it all, Janus’s Hysterical hacker was another's pain/misfortune. Remus beamed as he wrote it down in his notes.
Hysterical Hackers
Emo widow — puns
Daddy — cat videos
Romano Cheese — family friendly humor
Lies and dulls — other’s pain
Logie bear —
But as Remus finished writing he came to a realization, there was one side left to figure out. His boyfriend. Logan.
You’d think that being his lover Remus could figure out his Hysterical Hacker with ease but now that Remus was thinking about it, he hadn’t really seen Logan laugh before. Maybe he had seen him chuckle once or twice but Remus couldn’t even recall a specific time he saw Logan do that.
That realization made Remus feel sad, He couldn’t remember a time his own boyfriend, the freaking light of his light, had laughed.
But that realization also made Remus more determined than ever to complete his research project. He'd make Logan laugh even if it was the last thing he would ever do.
It was time to get serious. Logan as the logical side didn’t spend time doodling on emotions or things like that so Remus had little to go off of. So that meant he’d need to experiment.
Remus cracked joke after joke around Logan day after day but came up empty handed each time.
Remus upped his pranking game on all of the other sides but each time Logan observed a prank happening he would only roll his eyes at the display.
Remus spied on Logan for hours on end but he got nothing even, when Logan was alone he wouldn’t laugh at anything.
Remus kept trying day after day to get Logan to laugh, he kept getting more and more desperate for it. It almost became like a craving to hear Logan laugh; it was starting to drive Remus insane. He just had to hear Logan laugh, he just had to!
After a full week, Remus had run out of patience so that meant he would need to get information straight from the source and not through spying, experiments or research.
“Logan, I need your help.” Remus rose up into Logan’s room with no warning and interrupted the rhythm of clattering keys of Logan’s computer.
Logan turned in his spinnable desk chair to face his boyfriend, Logan’s rise teemed with interest. They had collaborated on many different projects together and it only made sense really, they were a perfect pair for answering questions.
“Yes Remus, how may I be of assistance?” Logan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Remus didn’t hesitate before he started explaining his predicament to Logan.
“So I started this research project a few weeks ago about what each of the sides hysterical hackers are.”
Logan’s head tilted to the side like a curious puppy’s would.
“Hysterical Hacker?”
“What makes each side laugh, like really laugh.” Remus contextualized
“Ok, please continue.”
“So after I figured out the other’s Hysterical Hackers and I moved on to yours but I couldn’t really find anything that makes you laugh even after I did experiments, observations, you know that sciency stuff you're supposed to do.”
Logan gave a hum of understanding before he got up from his desk chair before speaking again. “I must admit I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
“Well I could tell that much.” Remus joked sarcastically but inside he was bursting with curiosity. He had come to find out what makes Logan laugh but it appeared that even Logan didn’t know.
“But if you wish, I can help you gather more data.” Logan offered and Remus didn’t hesitate before he responded.
“Yes, so where do we start Logie?”
“Firstly I’d like to hear what results you got with the other’s”
“Well P*ssys is family disney humor, papa bear’s is cat videos, Double dee’s is other pain and tickle me emo ‘s is pun of all things.”
Logan's face tinged with a blush and Remus wondered for a minute if it was something he said. Logan didn’t mind Remus’s colorful vocabulary and his usual reaction to it was an eyeroll, so what prompted the blushing?
Logan centered himself and pushed more words out. “I see, well then since everyone’s Hysterical Hacker is different, we can assume that mine is different too.”
“Lo lo are you ok, your face is all red?”
“I’m quite alright Remus.” Logan’s answer however did not satisfy Remus and he didn’t need the snake like lie detector to know Logan wasn’t telling him the truth. So Remus did the only Logical thing.
Remus ran forward full speed at Logan and tackled Logan down to the floor, sitting on his hips and hands pushing down on his belly to keep him down
“Re–Remus what are you doing?” Logan’s voice was up a few ocatives and the blush on his face got redder and spread across his face.
“You are going to tell me why you are all blushy or I will leave at the top of a broken ferris wheel until you confess!” Remus never made an empty threat and Logan knew this all too well.
“I’m fine–just get your hands off–off me!” Logan's voice also sounded a bit strained and Remus could help but wonder why. That’s when he noticed Logan’s belly trembling under his hands and before Remus could truly think it through he began skimming his fingers over Logan’s tummy.
Logan’s lips flattened and he bit down on his bottom lip which was enough for Remus to understand.
“Aww… is the nerd ticklish?” Remus asked in a baby voice that made Logan so flustered he couldn’t even get words out.
But that still answered Remus' question, Remus found a way to make Logan laugh and he’d say now was a pretty good time to exploit it.
Given Logan seemed to be able to hold in his laughter while Remus was tickling his tummy that meant it wasn’t his weak spot and that meant Remus would need to experiment some.
“Where are you ticklish Starlight?” Remus asked, pausing the movement of his hands for Logan to catch his breath and answer. Remus, being smart, also pulled both of Logan's hands above his head and put them both in his left hand freeing his right hand for tickling.
“I am not ticklish!” Logan insisted, which was the biggest lie Remus ever heard.
“Oh ok, so if I were to pinch your side then you wouldn’t react?” Remus' hand went to pinch Logan’s side and Logan’s mouth tightened around itself probably in an effort to not laugh.
“You need to laugh!” Remus stated. “I command you to laugh for me!” With that being said Remus started scribbling his nails into Logan’s side and then it was all over.
“Ahhhhhahahahahahah no no no REEhehehmush nohahahahahahaht there.” Logan’s laugh was so sweet and light and Remus became addicted to it almost instantly.
“No way Jose, now I need to find all of your tickle spots, so you make things easy and just tell me where your tickle spot is or I can tickle you everywhere until I find it.” Both of Remus’s options were not what Logan was hoping for but Remus was so adorable and maybe he would go easy on him if just told him.
All taken into consideration Logan got out in between laughs “Knees” and Remus did not need to told twice.
Remus let go of Logan’s hands and turned around and sat on Logan’s thighs. Remus' hands went onto Logan's knees and gave them each a squeeze, Logan let out a squeal and his leg began thrashing around, trying to escape.
“Someone’s got very ticklish knees.” Remus smirked at Logan as he began to trace circles around them which got Logan giggling. “But I don’t think your knees are what I’m looking for.”
“Wehehehehehell whahahahat are you lohohohahahaking for?” Logan’s speech was infested with giggles and it made the ever so stoic logical side look a little sillier.
“Your Hysterical Hacker of course!” Remus exclaimed, punctuating the sentence with a squeeze of Logan’s kneecap. “If you won’t laugh on your own, then I’ll make you.”
Well if Logan wasn’t flustered before, he most certainly was now. Remus stopped tickling his knees and Logan took the chance to catch his breath because he knew that Remus wasn’t done with him yet.
Remus carefully examined Logan trying to decide on where else to try tickling him. His sides and knees were certainly good spots but not the best spot clearly. Then Remus’s eyes fell on Logan’s feet which were still dressed in shoes and socks.
In all of the time Remus had spent spying on Logan he hadn’t really seen Logan take off his shoes much. Except when just before he went to bed.
Oh Remus was good.
Wasting no time Remus moved down and sat on Logan’s legs and began to untie the laces on Logan’s shoes, it didn’t take long for Logan to catch on to Remus' devious plan.
“No, no Remus! No, not there!” Logan tried pulling his legs out from Remus but with no success due to Remus’s weight being on top of him.
“Actually Lo lo you said you’d help me find your Hysterical Hacker and if you really want to help me then you’ll sit nice and still and let me experiment.” Remus’s voice had gone uncharacteristically flat as he talked to Logan and Logan found himself with no other options than just to sit there and wait.
Once Logan’s socks were off his feet Remus started Gently running his fingers down the arch of Logan’s foot and he was not expecting the reaction that he got.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* HAHAHAHA REHEHAHAHAH *Snort*”
Remus’s finger’s stopped and he looked back at Logan, who was bright red and now had a hand covering his mouth in embarrassment.
“Jesus f*cking christ Logan, did you just snort?” Remus asked in disbelief, were his ears playing tricks on him?
Logan looked away but nodded, Remus shocked expression turned into an ear splitting grin as he squealed to Logan. “Oh my f*ck that’s so adorkable!”
“No it’s not, it's embarrassing!” Logan argued, Remus's gears were now turning. Was this why Logan never laughed? Because he was embarrassed. Well wouldn’t do at all.
Remus grabbed Logan's foot again and began tickling the skin under his toes and that got Logan screaming.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* NHOHOHOHOHOHO *Snort* REHEHEHEHAHAHAMUHUHS.”
“Logan, you listen to me, and listen well!” Remus ordered to the laughing side beneath him. “Your laugh is amazing and you had better start laughing more often and if you don’t then I’ll tickle you until you pass out everyday, ok?”
“YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSHSHSH OK JUHUHUHSTSTST STSTAHAHAP!”
Remus let go of Logan’s foot and got up off of him. Remus sat and watched his Boyfriend catch his breath and once he saw Logan lay limp on his bedroom floor he spoke to him.
“Hey, you alive?”
“Well no thanks to you.” Logan grumbled back to him.
“It was for science, my laughy Logie.” Remus insisted to Logan.
“Don’t call me that.” Logan though found himself giggling at the silly pet name.
“But it suits you so well.” Remus came down to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek which must have changed Logan’s mind because he didn’t argue back anymore.
“Well then I need to go update notes, I love you my laughy Logie.” Remus sunk down and rose back into his room to finish up his notes.
Hysterical Hackers
Emo widow — puns
Daddy — cat videos
Romano cheese — family friendly humor
Lies and dulls — other’s pain
Logie bear — tickling his sides, knees or feet (further research might be needed for my laughy Logie)
#random#remus sanders#sander sides#logan sanders#sanders sides tickles#sanders sides#ticklish!logan#sanders side fic#intrulogical#i love them#logan x remus#my writing#fanfic#fanfiction#lee!logan
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y'all i just had a dream where thomas just casually retweeted an animated tickling gif with Logan and Janus?? as the ler and lee? and then he deleted it after like 30 seconds but people who had notifications on s a w and lemme tell you tumblr was going wild
imagine Thomas's horror BAJSHJSHDA "OHNO IM ON MY MAIN"
also I think I'm going to have to try and recreate the gif because IT WAS A GOOD ONE
#the entire tckl community was simultaneously like “ONE OF US” and also horrified at the thought that thomas might've seen their art/fics#sanders sides tickling#sayin' stuff
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Virgil’s Voice
Roman walked into the living room, gently leading a blushing Virgil. Virgil was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, with a ribbon loosely binding his wrists together and a soft headband covering his eyes.
“Greetings, book nerd and Padre, I have an announcement to make,” Roman said proudly, looping an arm around Virgil’s waist. “This darling ticklish emo would very much enjoy a thorough tickling, with several conditions.”
Patton leaned forward, curious, and Logan raised his eyebrows.
Roman grinned. “He has a few requests for the type of tickles we provide, but the most important is that he would rather not need to talk. As such, I will be his voice. We have discussed this all very thoroughly beforehand, right Virgil?”
Virgil nodded, biting his lip nervously.
Roman guided Virgil with the arm around his waist into the center of the room, and taking the ribbon gently, raised his arms above his head.
“If you two would enjoy participating, I’ll ask that you begin with soft traces and gentle scribbles.”
Patton was the first to stand, approaching Virgil and starting with just placing his hand against Virgil’s side.
“A very good choice, Patton,” Roman praised, both to show appreciation for Patton’s participation and also to inform Virgil of who was touching him. “He would very much appreciate if you tickle his sides and ribs.”
Virgil let out a little giggle, even before Patton did anything else.
“Aww, my cute little kiddo~” Patton coed, tracing his fingers just under the edge of Virgil’s tank top.
Virgil burst into light, easy giggles, slightly wiggling back and forth.
Logan was enticed closer by the happy sounds, and approached Virgil from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Ahh, there you are, Specs,” Roman said. “If you choose to go after his armpits, do so gently, we want plenty of warmup.”
“Are you certain you’re comfortable, Virgil?” Logan asked.
Virgil nodded and leaned against Logan.
“He’s experiencing a desire to be non-verbal at the moment,” Roman explained. “I’m sure when he gets his words back he’ll be happy to explain more to you himself.”
“I see,” Logan said, in a tone more of curiosity than understanding. “I would enjoy that conversation with you, Virgil, when you’re ready.”
Virgil nodded again, tipping his head back to smile in Logan’s general direction.
Logan’s face grew very soft, and he trailed his fingers gently over Virgil’s neck, spidering softly just under his ear.
Virgil snickered and scrunched up his shoulders slightly, but then deliberately tipped his head to expose more of his neck to Logan’s fingers.
“Awww, you’re so ready to be tickled~” Roman teased gently, tracing his free hand ever so gently in one of Virgil’s armpits, and standing so that Virgil could lean against him.
Virgil melted into the soft tickles, giggling and blushing at the gentle teases and affection from the three of them.
Patton moved slowly from Virgil’s side to his belly, squishing and scribbling lightly, which made Virgil go from giggles to laughs.
Logan also shifted spots, tracing in Virgil’s other armpit similarly to how Roman was, but in a more fluttery scribbly way.
Once Virgil had been tickled gently for several minutes, and was starting to lean heavier on Roman, Roman sat down on the couch with Virgil in his lap. Roman lifted Virgil’s bound hands up and behind his head, and rucked up his tank too so that all of his belly was exposed.
“If one of you would be so kind as to take care of his feet, and the other his belly and especially that giggle button,” Roman said with a grin. “I will tickle under his arms, and we can all enjoy the laughs and snorts and other delightful sounds our gigglebug will surely make.”
Virgil gave a giggly whine, trying half-heartedly to hide his face in his arm.
Roman scribbled gently in both his armpits, and Virgil quickly melted against him, giggling and squirming adorably.
Patton sat down on the floor, taking Virgil’s feet into his lap, and spidering up and down his soles.
“You have the most important spot,” Roman told Logan. “He’s less ticklish on his feet and armpits, but his giggle button will truly have him drowning in tickles.”
Logan’s grin was large and sneaky as he summoned a small makeup brush.
Roman nodded emphatically, scribbling down Virgil’s sides and holding his hips.
The instant the brush touched Virgil’s bellybutton he squeaked, and then snorted, his squirming increasing greatly. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s hips to hold him in place.
He and Virgil had discussed what to do if either of the others summoned a tool, and which tools Virgil was comfortable with and where. A makeup brush on his bellybutton? Not only ok, but desired. Roman would’ve summoned one himself later on if Logan and Patton hadn’t thought of it.
Virgil’s squeaks and snorts and laughter were absolutely delightful, and Logan clearly thought the same, as he happily continued brushing in and around Virgil’s bellybutton.
“Can I have a tool too?” Patton whispered, trying to get Roman’s attention without alerting Virgil.
Roman summoned a small round brush with stiff bristles for Patton.
Patton grinned and mouthed ‘thank you’, before going to town on Virgil’s feet with the brush, and reaching up for the backs of his knees with gentle scribbling.
Virgil held out for several minutes before tapping his fingers twice against Roman’s head, the signal for slowing down a little.
Roman released Virgil’s hips, so he could more successfully evade the makeup brush, and went back to gentle tracing in Virgil’s armpits.
Virgil’s laughter and giggles were getting a little tired sounding, but Roman waited for his next signal. It was nearly five minutes later, when his wiggling could no longer escape Logan’s relentless brushing on his sweet spot, that he tapped three times.
“Alright, it seems our giggly dear is tiring out,” Roman said for him. “You don’t need to stop immediately, but let’s slow down and be done in a minute or two. If one of you would so kindly fetch a sweet drink and perhaps a snack, we would be very grateful.”
Both Logan and Patton hugged Virgil once they were done tickling him, murmuring praises and affection and love.
Logan went off to get the drink while Roman gently rubbed all the tickly spots. He lowered Virgil’s hands back down to his lap, pulling the ribbon free and rubbing his wrists and shoulders to be sure he wasn’t sore. Virgil readjusted the headband to keep his hair out of his quite pink face.
“Was it all you had hoped?” Roman asked.
Virgil’s smile told him everything he needed to know.
Virgil curled into him, and Roman held him close in a cuddle. “I’m glad.”
#my fic#sanders sides tickling#tickle fic#lee!virgil#ler!patton#ler!roman#ler!logan#I haven’t written ticklefic in aaaaaaages#wow it’s nice to come back to
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So uh....this is my first fanfiction...give me a break 😂😭 I hope you enjoy!!!
Sanders Sides Fancition
All sides are present
"Spooky Scary Skeletons that shiver down your spine" TW: angsty beginning, wrong turn movie, some spooky moments, FLUFFY ENDING HEHEHEH
It was rather quiet in the mind palace when everyone was just chilling, doing their own things.
That is...until Virgil turns on a horror movie.
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Its October, and the sides know Virgil loves Halloween. I mean, LOOOOVES Halloween. Meanwhile, in the living room, all the sides were just scrolling on their phones. They were found doing that if Thomas was.
Virgil smirked and pondered. He took the remote and turned on the TV, and puts on Happy Death Day. "Good movie choice" Virgil thought. As the movie started, all the sides looked up.
Patton gasped and pulled his cat hoodie strings to hide his face "NOOOOO PLEASE VIRGIL NO MORE SCARY MOVIES..I CANT HANDLE IT" Remus smirked "No Virgil don't listen to Patty Cakes, I love this movie! Doesn't have enough gore though..." Roman shivered that Remus' comment "It has plenty...Virgil you know Patton can't handle these..."
Virgil was clearly ignoring everyone. Logans eyebrow cocked, wondering why he was so careless about Pattons fears. "Virgil," Logan said sternly, "Patton cannot hand-" "Then he can leave" Virgil responded.
Logan stopped and closed his mouth, unable to form words for the stubborn side. Patton sniffed and felt his heart split in half. Janus chuckled. "The drama..." Roman scoffed dramatically and whispered to Patton. Patton giggled and nodded, and they both left. A little after they left, Logan turned off the movie off. Virgil hissed, "What was that for Teach?!" Logan pointed at where their two fellow sides were. "You hurt Patton." Vigil looks down, and deep down feels terrible. "I should probably go find him..." he stands up and walks away. Logan chuckles, "poor Virgil..."
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Virgil went to Pattons room and knocked on the door. "Hey dad? I'm sorry for not respecting your boundaries...I should of taken in to my room... " silence. "...dad?" Virgil twiddled his thumbs, and opened the door. The room was fully dark, and Virgil jumped. "Patton....are you okay?! Look if this is a trick I'm sorry!...what in the world?" Virgil could only see a glowing feather in the middle of the room on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. "Woah...that's cool..." the feather glowed brighter and Virgil saw a Skeleton sitting in Pattons desk chair. He had shivers run down his spine. "....the hell? I know this is some trick Patton" The skeleton then moved, and started chasing Virgil. "aHHHHHH-" Virgil ran and ran, he was a track star. He hid under a table, and as soon as he did, he heard laughing. "Oh man Virgil!! You are so cute!" Patton giggled and crouched down to see Virgil. "P-Patton...how did you-" Patton giggled as Roman crouched down too. Virgil scoffed, "what was this supposed to prove?" Patton smiled, "that I did something to you, you didn't like. I didn't stop. Its just to show how I felt" Patton looked down, looking sad. Virgil crawled out of the table and frowned. "I'm sorry Patton...I will NEVER do it again..." Roman chuckled. "Well...just to make sure..." he grabbed Virgil and pinned him down for Patton.
"Ooooo my little beautiful emo!~ you didn't think you'd get away with something without the Tickle Monster getting involved?" Patton evil laughed, and started tickling his belly. Virgil bursted out laughing.
"Nooooo!!! Pa-pahahahtton not there!!! Its the worstttt....bahahhaha!"
Patton squealed watching his son laugh beneath him. "Oh Ro, isn't he so cute?!" Roman chuckled, "such a cute little lee~" if you looked at Virgil, you would think he died because of how red he was. He continued to laugh, but he cackled as Patton gave him raspberrys on his belly.
"Mmmm..this is my favorite candy! It's so filling and sweet!"
"PLEAHAHAHASE PAAHAHAHATTON!!! IM! IM GONNA DIE!!"
Pattons eyes widened and looked at Roman. "Oh no! Roman! He might be dead! Do CPR!"
Roman gasped dramatically and nodded. He gave raspberrys on his neck as Patton tickled his sides. Virgil was in hysterics.
"I-I'M AHAHAHAHLIIIIVE I PRAHAHAHAHHAMISE!!"
Patton giggled and stopped, and hugged Virgil. Let's say, Virgil was more mindful for Pattons innocent sake.
Notes: AHHHHH PLEASE IDK IF THIS IS GOOD 😭can you guys send requests ? I'm NOT good at coming up with them
#tickle content#tickle#thomas sanders#sanders#sanders sides#tickle thoughts#tickle fic#tickle fanfiction#patton sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#halloween
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So, I ended up not finishing my precalc and physics homework until like 23:00, so I still haven’t written anything for day three. I do have something for day four though because I wrote it like a week ago because I thought the prompt was really cute. I will try to make day three happen at some point today, but I figured you can have day four first!
Day four- Reward
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Ship: Platonic or Romantic Prinxiety (lee!Virgil and ler!Roman)
Warnings: this is a tickle fic. If you don’t like tickling don’t read this. A few capital words but not many. There’s really not much to warn about, this fic is super soft and fluffy.
A Different Kind of Bet
(stellar title I know)
“Aww come on! How are you so good at this?” Roman whined, gesturing vaguely at the game of Beach Buggy Racing (Mario Kart is overdone and overrated) they were playing. “Maybe you just suck” Virgil quipped back with a smirk. “You little-“ Roman started before shaking his head with a chuckle, “alright, mister tickle-me-EGO, how about a bet? Since you’re so cocky, loser of the next race gets the shit tickled out of them”. Virgil immediately sunk into the couch cushions with a growing blush. In his position, most people wouldn’t sweat. He was clearly better at the game, with little chance of losing. That was exactly the problem.
Virgil, wasn’t like most people. He really liked being tickled, more than was probably considered normal. He hadn’t necessarily been in the mood to be tickled, but, well, now that Roman MENTIONED it, it sounded kinda nice. He could throw the game, but he was way too competitive for that. Plus, how would he possibly do that without Roman realizing? “What’s wrong Virgil?” Roman asked with a smirk. “Scared you’ll lose?” He teased, before taking note of the way Virgil was curled up in embarrassment with a rosy tint to his cheeks. “Wait, you’re not scared you’ll lose, are you. You’re scared you’ll WIN,” Roman finished, with a teasing but genuine beam. Virgil’s face was a total giveaway. His face turned a deep shade of crimson and his eyes widened while a wobbly smile grew on his face. Roman’s smile softened. Virgil was way too cute. “How about this then? WINNER gets the shit tickled out of them.” Roman didn’t even wait for a response before starting the next race. Even though Virgil was practically VIBRATING with anticipation, he won effortlessly (which had absolutely NOTHING to do with Roman casually flinging his car off the road at every possible opportunity). “Hey! No fair, you totally threw that game,” Virgil whined, watching Roman yeet his car off the wide road right near the finish line ending the race with a DNF. “Don’t be like that when you love this,” Roman chuckled before setting his controller down on the coffee table and lightly scribbling his fingers into Virgil’s ribs. Virgil erupted into an adorable fit of giggles, squealing in childlike delight. “See? You’re not fighting back at all! I’m not even pinning you down”. Virgil couldn’t even be bothered to deny it. He just giggled up a storm and GOD it felt good. Roman let his fingers roam all over Virgil’s tummy, even slipping his fingers under his hoodie when he felt mischievous, but he kept his tickling light. He wanted it to stay playful, knowing Virgil liked it better that way. Virgil never resisted, never fought back, only giggled with a shout of “nohoho” and “waihaihaihahahait” whenever Roman brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. But he never said “stop”.
“Yknow what Virgil? I’m getting a bit hungry” Roman started. “youhouhou’re ahahalwahahahays huhuhungreeheehy” Virgil drawled lazily. “Hush” Roman snickered, enunciated with a squeeze to Virgil’s hips. “I’m rather craving a very specific fruit.” Virgil chuckled, and not just from the tickling. “ohof couhouhourse yohou wohould, gahahahaylohohord,” he snickered. Roman scoffed before continuing, “I’m craving raspberries, Virgil.” Virgil’s demeanor changed instantly. His squirming grew more frantic and for the first time he started pushing at Roman’s hands. “Rohohomahahan nohohohoho” he squealed. “Roman YES,” Roman replied before taking a deep breath and dipping his head down towards Virgil’s quivering tummy. “no no no no nonononononohohohohAHAHAHAHAHA ROMAN” Virgil shrieked. Roman began peppering raspberries all over Virgil’s tummy, before placing a last raspberry over Virgil’s navel (one that lasted much too short long if you asked him). Sensing Virgil had had enough, Roman sat up before scooping Virgil into his arms and rubbing away the ghost tingles. Virgil didn’t quite relax, however. “Hey Virge, what’s wrong?” Roman asked, concerned he’d gone too far. “Is it weird?” came the response. “Is what weird? Being ticklish? Uh, no, most people are ticklish Virge.” Roman replied. Virgil shook his head, “no I meant, that I, well uh,” “Is it weird you like it?” Roman interrupted. Virgil nodded. Roman continued, “nah it’s not weird. It’s cute. And, if it makes you feel any better, I like it too. I mean, why would I suggest a bet like that in the first place when I was losing that bad?” Virgil turned around sharply in Roman’s hold, sporting a bright grin the could only mean trouble. He met Roman’s wildly excited eyes and wasted no time in tackling Roman and tickling him until he was all giggled out, returning the favor and giving Roman what he’d been after in the first place. What Virgil had been too flustered to even notice. After Roman’s breathing had slowed to a normal rate, the pair curled up in each others arms. For the moment, they were completely content. Roman mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “thank you” before promptly falling asleep, smiling and satisfied. Virgil muttered “yeah, ditto,” and sat back to admire Roman’s sleeping form. He wasn’t awake to enjoy it for much longer.
And when Patton and Logan came home from the store, maybe Patton took a photo, maybe he didn’t. Logan DEFINITELY complained that they hadn’t bothered to even shut the game off. Do those idiots even CARE about energy conservation?
#tickle fic#my fics#sanders sides#sanders sides tickle fic#lee!virgil#ticklish!virgil#ler!roman#augtickletober2022#day four#reward
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Not me starting to giggle aloud while standing in the shower normally because i thought of that incorrect quote where Janus goes "well well, if it isn't Logan Sanders~" and Logan answers "but it is me! your tricks won't work here!" and imagined his ler teasing him with "aww aren't you ticklish" and Logan replying "yes i am, can't you see?" through his uncontrollable laughter
#was it cool guys? am i being cool??#looks like showers are indeed a good thinking place#lee!logan#tickle community#tickle stuff#sfw tickle community#tickling#tickle trope#actually i think i gotta write a fic with this...#sanders sides tickling
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Tickletober Day 22: Vampire - (ler Patton, ler Logan, lee Virgil)
Summary: Virgil has always been a little quirky - he’s named his dog after a vampire after all. Perhaps he even thinks he is one when he playfully attacks Logan! Is this the end or does Logan know how to handle a scary vampire...?
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"Ugh..." Logan said, holding his head. "Forget it. I'll never figure out this lore."
He got up from his desk and put his laptop down, done with the FNAF lore. Not that it mattered anyways, as his favourite character was irrelevant to it.
Walking outside, he heard Thomas having a debate with the others. It was about dealing with his phobia of going into the bank and becoming an accomplice to a robbery. And discussing the morality of whether if someone holds a gun to your head and forces you to commit crimes, are you still guilty?
The other sides tried to encourage him that he'd be innocent. Thomas may have a guilt complex, but the criminal would be the true guilty party. He tried to convince himself it was true...
Logan popped up with a smile.
"I see I have taught you well."
"Logan!" Everyone said with a smile.
The only side who was currently missing was Virgil.
"Hey, where is-" Logan started, but was cut off by Patton.
"In his room, with his stress animal."
Nodding, Logan went to Virgil's room.
To his surprise, Virgil was playing with a little white Terrier. Seeing them look so happy, Logan smiled.
Looking up, Virgil jumped.
"Hey!"
Stepping back, Logan stuttered and gathered his words.
"Forgive me Virgil. I simply had to know what was "up."" He held up a vocab card for the expression. [Up; what's going on.]
Virgil nodded.
"Well... Here he is. My new dog."
The dog looked up at Logan, going up to him boldly and sniffing his pant leg. It then barked.
Logan kneeled down and let him sniff his hand.
"Patton got him for you?"
"Yeah. He remembered those stress dogs they had for us in college. Monday was dog day, and Thomas got to pet all the dogs! Patton thought one of those might help me."
The dog sniffed Logan's hand and licked it. Logan petted his head and scratched behind his ears. Then Logan sat on a chair, giving the dog time to get used to him. The dog paced all around him, sniffing, growling, pulling back, and looking up curiously. Logan petted him some more, hoping it would please him.
"His name's Drac."
"Like Dracula...?" Logan said in wonder. "I didn't know you enjoyed that book."
"Yep. Halloween's comin' up!"
Nodding, Logan petted the dog, who relaxed, absorbing the pets. Then he licked Logan's hand.
"Haha, hey!"
Virgil grinned.
"He loves doing that!"
Logan smiled and rubbed Drac's belly. The dog made little excited growls. Then he nipped at his hand. Logan let him go and Drac got up, clawing at the door. Virgil opened it and let him run through the mind palace.
Virgil grinned at Logan.
"As for being a vampire..."
Stepping back, Logan dodged Virgil's lunge. He grabbed him around the waist.
"Not this time, V!" And he started tickling, getting the spaces inbetween his ribs.
"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAAA!"
Patton had come back, holding Drac in his arms. The dog was relatively calmer now, just panting and looking happy.
"What's all the commotion? Oh!" He chuckled. Setting the dog down, he came over to Virgil. "Can I help?"
"PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEASE!"
"Okay!" And Patton joined in Logan tickling him, getting his armpits. "Hey, I never said WHO I was going to help!"
"AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA! TRAHAHAHAHAAHAHAITOR!!" Virgil cried, his eyeshadow running.
Finally, they pulled away and let Virgil breathe. Drac was hopping around, barking at the others and at Virgil, worried something was wrong. Taking long deep breaths, Virgil pushed himself up and petted him.
“It’s alright... I’m fine.” He courtesy smiled. The dog seemed to relax at this. “Anyways... It seems like I’ve got two humans to catch.” Dark smoke clouds erupted in the room followed by the sound of thunder. It was Logan and Patton’s cue to run.
Laughing evilly, Virgil’s eyes promised revenge would come sooner rather than later. For now, he let them run. It would be all the more sweet if his attack was a surprise!
#tickletober2022#wow it's been a while!#sanders sides tickling#lee virgil#ler logan#ler patton#tickle fic#my writing#I actually started this before my dog died#RIP to the best girl#the dog behaviours in this are based on hers
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This was written in 2021. (Old Fic) Just posting it to log my progress as a fic writer
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The One and Only
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings are in the tags
Masterpost
Logan had never ever understood how tickling worked. Of course he knew how it worked, study wise, but he never got to experience it before. The others had tried to tickle him before but it was useless. Logan figured it was because he was more of the logical side, thus he wouldn't be able to feel these sort of things. Though, he could feel pain, like when he gets paper cuts. However, Patton wasn't buying it, everyone had to be ticklish... Right? At least one spot, just one! He had never seen Logan's real laugh or smile. Only a smirk or two, that's all. He was determined to see a real grin from Logan. This resulted in random sneak attacks from Patton, trying to find a spot. But as expected, no reaction..nothing. Day by day Patton was loosing hope but he still wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Popcorns' ready!" Roman shouted as he walked over to give a princey bow to everyone, giving them their popcorn in the process.
Logan and Virgil rolled their eyes as they took the popcorn. Roman then plopped himself next to Patton and Virgil, joining all 3 of them in watching Frozen 2. Logan however, wasn't watching the movie as usual. Instead, he was reading a book about the movie. At the scene where Elsa's mother was singing "All is found", Patton jumped out of excitement because kid Elsa and Anna were just too cute! In the process Patton's arms brushed ever so slightly against Logan's arm (the part between the inner elbow and your hand). This made Logan jerk ever so slightly, but enough for Patton to realise it. Logan was fully aware what just happened from everything he had known about tickling. This made Logan's heart race. He didn't want to be squirming or making a fool of himself in front of Patton, let alone the others! He had seen how it affected the rest before and he knew he had a reputation to keep up. A usually formal and serious person giggling? No way. He couldn't allow that to happen. However something about that light sensation felt oddly nice.
"What was that kiddo?" Patton questioned, his eyes glistening with excitement.
"Nothing Patton, just hit an exciting page. That's all. " Logan stated while having the same look, while in reality he was freaking out yet weirdly excited too.
Virgil turned and smirked, "You sure teach? I have a lot of experience when it comes to recognising people getting anxious. You seem pretty anxious to me right now"
"Stormcloud's right Logan, I can see that grip getting tighter on that book." Roman added, also smirking.
For once Logan had nothing to say. Not wanting to continue this conversation, he just rolled his eyes and went upstairs, a small blush starting to spread across his face. Although Logan tried to act cool, everyone already knew, and there was no denying it.
The next day Patton had woken up early because he was really excited. He had seen the blush on his face and had immediately recognise that look. He had experienced it before as well as seen Roman and Virgil act that way. However when Patton tried to unlock the door, it appeared to be locked. Logan was cleaver enough not to leave his door unlocked but Patton had a trick up his sleeve. He went down to the living room and took a paper clip from one of Logan's paper clip drawer and pried it open so that it was almost like a small, long pole. Patton quietly sprinted upstairs and carefully wiggled the paper clip in the lock of the door knob. "Click" Success! The door had been unlocked. Now it was time to wake up the sleeping beauty. Patton twisted the door knob and open the door slowly. Patton's heart pounded excitedly as he saw Logan in the perfect position possible. Logan was on his bed, one arm drooping down to the side , the other next to him. Patton slowly crept towards Logan and grabbed Logan's arm very gently. He then started to trace light circles around Logan's arm. This caused Logan to start smiling in his sleep. The sight was absolutely adorable. Deciding to get down to business, he started to scribble in random patterns across Logan's arm.
"Wait, Pat-TTOOONNN WHAHAAHAATT AARRHAAAHAHA YOAHHAHAAA DOHAAA-" Logan shrieked frantically, shocked from the sudden and immense sensation coming from his arm. As he started to comprehend the situation, his laughter became less frantic and more.. Joyful? He hated and loved every second, he didn't really understand why or how but he did.
"Aww what's wrong LoLo, someone's ticklish? Not gonna lie kiddo you're really cute when u laugh." Patton cooed.
Logan shook his head, a light blush spreading across his face as he tugged at his left arm. His legs frantically flailing everywhere.
After about 30 seconds Patton decided to use what he bought. Patton gave Logan a small break and started digging into his pocket and pulling something out. Logan giggled from the phantom tickles as he tilted his head towards Patton and saw what he brought.
"Since you've never experienced this before, I think I should make this even better by introducing my little friend" Patton smirked as he pulled out none other than an electrical toothbrush. Logan's eyes widened, trying to pull away as the brush inched closer. When it finally made contact with Logan's arm, oh he had lost it. His hands clenched, legs kicked, trying to stop the tingling feeling of the devastating brush. Logan started shrieking, snorting and laughing uncontrollably, things he thought he'd never be capable of, until now.
"Did you just snort Logiebear? That was adorable!" Patton squeeked in amazement.
"Look at those two, teach's smile sure is something." Virgil said. The laugh coming from Logan's room had woken Roman and Virgil up. The two were now standing at the door watching as Logan thrashed and screamed.
"Something extraordinary, kind of like yours stormcloud." Roman commented. Virgil nudged him on the shoulder, a blush forming as he looked away from Roman.
Roman snickered "Hey, it's true, Patton would agree."
Logan then started wheezing and that was when Patton finally stopped.
"Had fun there kiddo?" Patton asked, rubbing Logan's arm. Logan shook his head, his blush deepening.
"Oh come on I know you did, you didn't even try to stop me with your free arm." Patton joked.
"hnrgh.. I guess I did enjoy the experience of gargalesis.." Logan mumbled, showing his softer side to Patton.
"Uh.. Logan? Do you want to cuddle? If you are ok with it of course." Patton questioned.
Logan gave a heart warming smile and opened his hands. "I welcome you with open arms Patton."
Patton happily jumped onto Logan, afterwards realising something. "Was that a pun?"
A chill ran down Logan's spine as he realised what he said. "Uhm. Not an intentional one, please do not ruin this moment for me Patton."
"Ok okahehey" Patton giggled as he layed on Logan. The both of them stayed like this for a while to say the least.
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wake up call
Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)
Word Count: 1,476 Words
roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him
"Is he seriously still asleep?"
Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.
"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.
It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.
"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."
Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.
"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."
Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.
"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."
"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."
They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.
"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."
"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."
Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."
No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.
"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."
He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.
Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.
It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.
"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.
Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."
Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.
He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.
At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.
Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.
It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-
"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."
Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.
Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.
"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.
"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.
"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.
"It's time to get up, darling."
Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.
"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.
"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."
"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."
"I was asleep!"
Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."
"I was!"
"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.
Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.
"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."
#my posts#my writing#tickling#tickle fic#tickle community#sanders sides tickling#lee!roman#ler!virgil#ler!logan#drafted on december 27 2021#wake up call
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Swimminglee
“Alright, alright, Virgil. I see how it is. You’re doubting my abilities, hm?” Logan folded his arms at the shirtless man in the pool with him.
“Doubting them is entirely the wrong choice of words, Lo. I’m not saying you can’t swim fast, but I am in fact saying you won’t beat me.”
The high school students were in a stalemate that started with Virgil bragging at how he was the fastest swimmer by far on the swim team. Logan, of course being the competitive person that he was, scoffed at Virgil’s acclamation and insisted he was far superior.
Now Logan wasn’t stupid. He knew Virgil could beat him easily. But he was looking for a reason to mess with Virgil, and after finding out a certain secret about his friend, decided to take advantage of this golden opportunity. But Virgil didn’t need to know that just yet.
“Fine, you want to make a bet?” Logan challenged, glaring darts into his current rival. Virgil matched the glare perfectly.
“I would be disappointed if we didn’t,” he replied, feigning a nonchalantness, despite being relatively curious as to what the bet would be.
“Alright,” Logan began, shuffling in the waist deep water to get closer to his competitor. “Here’s the proposition. We both start at the line in the farthest end of the pool,” he said, pointing to the shallow end of the pool they were in. “First one to make it to the other end, slap the pavement, then swim back to the start, wins.”
Virgil nodded. “Easy peasy. That’s called a warm up in swim practice,” he answered cockily. “What does the loser get?”
A satisfied smirk grew on Logan’s face. “The loser must be tickled by the winner for as long as he wishes.” Immediately Virgil blushed. Logan folded his arms across his bare chest. “Is something the matter? Are you suddenly unwilling to race now?” he mocked, watching in confidence as the redness spread to his ears.
“No!” Virgil retorted indignantly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re way too ticklish to be making bets like these.” Now it was Logan’s turn to blush.
“Do you accept or not?”
“Duh.”
Logan smiled. “Good. Let’s begin to get our positions.” Virgil set a timer to count down on his phone, giving him time to think as he did so. It was pure evil for Logan to pick this punishment right after finding out Virgil was ticklish. It just wasn’t fair! But, truth be told, he didn’t really mind being tickled. I mean, probably he could say he liked it, just a little. And maybe if, say, he was given the option of either being tickled or not being tickled, he’d pick being tickled. Just maybe. And maybe he deep down sorta wanted to lose the bet to get Logan to tickle him. Maybe.
The two started at the line, and the second the timer ended, they both took off like a light. Virgil immediately swam past Logan and made it to the other side first. He paused in thinking for a moment before making a quick decision. He slapped the cement on the side but then ‘slipped’ and took his time regaining his balance. He regained his balance just long enough for Logan to get up to him before he began swimming once again. The two swam neck and neck, Virgil purposely slowing down considerably to match Logan’s pace, and then practically treaded water at the end, allowing Logan to beat him.
Virgil followed closely after and they both climbed out of the water to huff and puff at the exercise, Logan far more so then Virgil. “Dang. Well, good job, Lo. I guess you were right. You beat me fair and square,” he spoke, breaking the silence between them. Logan sat up, holding his palms out behind him to support him.
“Yes, I suppose I did. Funny thing too. You were quite a bit ahead of me at the start,” reasoned Logan, pretending not to notice the blossoming rose color on Virgil’s face. “I wonder what happened.”
Virgil coughed. “Well, I slipped on the tile floor somewhere in there, and you know, my stamina isn’t great I guess. Started out to fast I think,” he stammered, trying to piece together a logical excuse. Logan nodded thoughtfully.
“I suppose. Interesting though, considering you are on the swim team. You’d think you’re stamina would be just fine,” he replied, glancing over at Virgil. “Why, are you blushing?”
Virgil’s face turned into that of a tomato. “No! Now, am I going to take my punishment now or what?” He stiffened at what slipped out, and at Logan’s amused eyebrow raise. “You know, to get it over with faster.” Logan merely shrugged.
“No, that’s alright, I can waive it. We don’t have to go through with it.”
Virgil scratched his neck. “Well, I mean, I want to be fair. You know, I did make the bet and all. I’ll take the hit, it’s okay.”
“No, no,” Logan waved the air flippantly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Logan.”
Logan looked up to see Virgil staring at him with the most frustrated look he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes?”
“Please.”
Logan laughed once more before pouncing on his friend, immediately digging into his ribs. Virgil fell backwards and burst into laughter barely squirming at all. Logan smirked as his fingers danced up and down his rib cage, making sure to diligently scratch and squeeze at each individual rib.
“Aw, you happy now?” he teased, moving the tickling and into Virgil’s bare armpits, causing the boy’s laughter to increase significantly. Virgil simply nodded, and Logan’s heart swelled.
He continued tickling him all over, laughing when Virgil would screech when Logan poked at his belly button and overall watching how he didn’t fight one bit during the whole thing.
After a while though, Virgil’s laughter got slightly wheezy, and Logan pulled away with a soft smile. “You good?”
Virgil let out the rest of his tired giggles as he weakly held a thumbs up in reply. Logan shook his head fondly. “Alright, Giggles, let’s go home.”
And if Virgil got more tickles when he got home? Well, that was just fine on his part.
#sanders sides fic#creative writing#my writing#sanders sides#fanfiction#fanfic#ts sides#virgil sanders#fluff#pineapple chats#sanders sides fanfiction#logan sanders#tickle fluff#tickle fic#sfw tickling#sfw tickle community#platonic analogical#analogical
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Lee virgil Lee virgil Lee virgil
LEE VIRGIL HOLD UP
• NÚMERO UNO HE GETS GANGED ON BY THE REST OF THE SIDES
• MOSTLY ROMAN AND PATTON
• bro has the cutest laugh and YOUD NEVER EXPECT IT
• bro just, roman and patton trying to cheer him up and they try jokes, funny faces, and nothing. so thomas walks in and he’s like “what’re you guys doing” and roman’s like “well our purple punk is more down in the dumps than usual, so we’re trying to cheer him up” and thomas just goes “try tickling him” and LEMME TELL YOU
• roman and patton had the biggest smirks on their faces
• as soon as virgil heard the t word, he booked it
• but of course they caught him and went to town, and they somehow convinced thomas to get in on the action
OK THATS IT🧍🏽♀️ this is my first time doing this so sorry if it’s bad but LEE VIRGIL
#lee!virgil#tword fic#sfw tickle#virgil sanders#tword blog#sander sides#sanders side fic#sanders sides tickling
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How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)
Ooo ok this is a fun question!!
Roman: 7/10. Ticklish enough to have comical reactions but it doesn't like make him explode
Remus: hmmm.. 4? I haven't thought about him as much. I feel like he's ticklish but it's not that bad
Patton: 8/10 pretty ticklish, but he gets more ticklish if he's flustered, like ranges from a 7 to a 9 depending on his mood
Janus: 7/10 if caught of guard, but like 4 /10 if prepared for it (at least it seems that way, up to you if he's actually less ticklish that way or if he's just good at keeping a straight face)
Virgil: 9/10 because anxiety like I feel like tickles are kinda within his realm anyway. Can get to be more of a 10/10 with teasing or anticipation
Logan: 6/10 pretty stoic and that holds true here, however I think really light tickles for him would be closer to an 8/10
I'm not super familiar with Emilie picani or Remy tbh but I'd be happy to hear if yall have any ideas on them
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Virgil's Confession
part two here
This is a tickle fic :P
Romantic Analogical
summary: Virgil shows up to Logan's room in a certain lee mood. And while Logan doesn't fully understand the reason for this mood of Virgil's, he is more than ok with helping.
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Virgil was really contemplating it. He could just go up to Logan, and ask him to tickle him.
He'd kinda told Logan about his fixation a couple months ago, but the reaction was just "Oh. Cool? I guess?" Obviously it wasn't worded like that, but that was basically what it boiled down to in Virgil’s head.
Occasionally they’d all be watching a movie together and a tickle scene would show up, or it would come up in casual conversation, and Logan would kind of just knowingly glance at Virgil. So he KNEW that Logan hadn’t forgotten about it. But other than that, neither of them had really brought it up since. And Virgil was perfectly fine with this, as it saved him the total embarrassment of having to talk about it with anyone.
…
But maybe he kinda wanted to talk about it with someone. And maybe he was in a really bad lee mood and wanted literally nothing more than to just be TICKLED already. And Logan did already know about it as a concept at least, and it would be way easier than trying to totally explain it to one of the other sides. Plus, being completely honest, Logan was the only other side he was really close enough to to even consider asking. There was a reason why he was the only one who *knew*.
All of this internal monologue was happening as Logan was sitting right next to him. They were in Logan’s room, Virgil on his bed with earbuds in while Logan was sitting on a chair reading. They would often sit in comfortable silence together, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Virgil looked over to the other side, deciding that he should just say something before he completely chickened out.
“Hey, uh, Lo?” He said, taking out one of his earbuds.
“Yes, Virgil?” Logan asked, carefully bookmarking and setting down his book.
“Uh, y’know the, like, t-tickling thing?”
“Yes, you have told me of it.”
“Um, do you think you could, like, t-tickle me? It’s totally ok if you don’t want to or think it’s weird or anything-” Virgil stopped himself there, to keep from going into a complete anxious ramble.
“Well,” Logan contemplated, “I hope you know that I have basically no knowledge or experience of this. But I would not be unwilling to try.”
Hearing this, Virgil was immediately washed over with a near-euphoric feeling. Logan didn’t think it was weird. He wasn’t making it a big deal. And he was willing to ACTUALLY try it.
“Ok, so, how exactly do you wish to do this?” Logan asked, getting up from his chair and sitting next to Virgil on the bed.
“Well, uhm, I’m not quite sure. Maybe, uh, you could try to t-tickle my t-tummy?” Virgil cursed his stutter on those two words, “tummy” in particular. Why did the word “stomach” have to weird him out so much, and why were all the OTHER words for it so teasy??
“Alright, I shall attempt to tickle you on your abdomen.” Logan reached over and started squeezing his sides, in a way that wasn’t really ticklish and kind of just hurt.
“AH, WAIT WAIT, STOP!!” Virgil said, louder than he intended to. Logan stopped immediately, looking concerned.
“Did I do something? What was incorrect?” He asked.
“Uhm, that kinda just… hurt.” Virgil said.
“I apologize,” Logan said. “How could I do it better?”
“What if instead of squeezing, you just kinda, lightly... scratch on... my tummy.” Virgil’s voice got quieter as he said this, extremely flustered to be telling exactly how he wanted to be tickled. Luckily, Logan heard and didn’t make him repeat it.
“So, like this?” Logan asked, making small scribbly motions on Virgil’s shirt over his tummy. This time it didn’t hurt. In fact, Virgil was overcome with the light fluttery sensations. He immediately burst into quiet giggles. It was so soft and nice and perfect.
Logan let out a small chuckle, seeing Virgil like this was absolutely adorable. The blush across his cheeks and ears, the little squirms and wiggles and the fact that he was visibly trying not to squirm away despite what his body told him to do. And the sound of his laughter was quite frankly too much for Logan’s gay heart to take.
“Judging by your reaction compared to last time, I’m assuming that this is much more satisfactory for you?” Logan said, smiling at Virgil’s almost frantic nods.
Virgil was in heaven. His crush, his Logan, was *tickling* him. And so frickin soft and nice, too. He would’ve died right then and there if he hadn’t been too preoccupied with giggling his heart out. But this same sensation had been going on for about a minute now, and he could also feel himself getting used to it.
“Uhum, L-Logahan?” He said between giggles.
“Yes, Virgil?” Logan slowed his tickling to the point where Virgil could talk easier, but was still ever-so-lightly tracing his nails across his tummy.
“Uh, do you thihink you can do something different? Like go to a different spot or s-something? I like this, but I think I’m getting used to it.” Virgil was surprised at how much harder it was to talk with the distracting feeling, even when it was so faint as it was at that moment.
Logan stopped, and contemplated for a moment. Then he said, “May I go under your shirt?” Virgil’s light blush immediately turned about 5 shades darker.
“Y-yeah, uh, sure. I’d be ok with that.” Virgil was so much more than ok with that.
Logan delicately lifted Virgil’s shirt just enough to reveal his entire tummy. He looked back at Virgil’s face one more time, as if to confirm this was ok. Virgil just nodded, looking away to avoid eye contact as he found it quite flustering at this moment. Since he wasn’t looking, he was taken by surprise at the new sensation as Logan started lightly scribbling at his sides, rather than his tummy again like he expected. He was giggling again, at a higher volume than before. Why did that tickle *so much* more???? He fought the urge to squirm away, and just kicked his legs instead as a way to release the energy being pumped into him from the sensation. He could feel the hot blush in his face.
Logan was finding himself blushing right along with Virgil, glad that his eyes were shut from the presumably overwhelming sensations. Sure, he didn’t really understand the depth of this whole tickling fixation Virgil had. But he knew simply by how Virgil was acting that this was a big deal to him. And just the fact that Virgil would trust him enough to be this vulnerable was amazing to Logan.
As much as Virgil was absolutely reveling in this feeling he’d been craving for so long, he could feel that it was about time to stop. He was tired, and his face was starting to hurt from smiling for so long.
“O-ok, I thihink that’s good.” Virgil said, opening one eye and putting his hands over Logan’s. He felt the sensation subside as Logan stopped and pulled his hands away. He looked at Logan’s face, which was almost as red as he presumed his own was. Virgil was suddenly blushing for a reason completely unrelated to the tickling as he realized that Logan literally just had his hands all over him.
“Uh, Virgil?” Logan said, adjusting his glasses and avoiding eye contact. “I believe that I’ve been feeling some feelings, that while not logical, I can’t seem to ignore.” Virgil just about had a heart attack right then and there, but Logan wasn’t done talking. “I believe the feeling would be most similar to that most people call love.”
Yep, this was it, this was how he died. At least that’s what Virgil thought, being overtaken by the strongest gay panic he’d ever experienced.
“I- uh- yes? Yes. Same. Yes.” Virgil stuttered, all ability to speak coherent sentences thrown right out the window.
Logan looked back at Virgil, and leaned in a bit closer. “May I kiss you?” He asked. He then chuckled again, as if he could see the Windows error message in Virgil’s head.
“I- Yes. Please.” Virgil said, and his face may as well have been a tomato at this point. Logan slowly leaned in and Virgil slipped his eyes closed as he felt the pressure of Logan’s lips against his.
Logan smiled into the kiss, feeling quite happy. He could feel the increase of neurotransmitter activity in his brain. Something told him that Virgil was feeling the same.
#tickling#tickle fic#sanders sides tickling#lee!virgil#ler!logan#analogical tickles#the analogical brainrot has officially gotten to me fellas#i swear this ship is my entire life at this point#actual healthy communication???? wow#this is also on ao3#my writing#confessions analogical au
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Mean, but Sweet
After all this, I don't know, the naughty list doesn't seem so bad...
Patton can be very mean, if it makes someone else happy 😈💙
Potential warnings: none. Sanders Sides, Janus/Patton tickle fic.
A Squealing Santa Christmas gift for @trashyswitch! Hoping it's worth the wait, and wishing you the happiest new year! 😊😘 Thanks so so so much @squealing-santa Hypah our hero for hosting this year!! Lots of love for everyone who participated; congrats everybody!! ❤❄
Word count: 6,406
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There’s something very attractive about winter. The season is uniquely deep and dark, and Janus can’t help but thrive when there are shadows aplenty, easy to hide in and hide things in. A societal expectation to make nice with everyone also leads to the hilarious sight of people performing their “best life” routine by lying through smiling teeth and juggling a million more responsibilities that, no, they definitely don’t need help with. What could he say, it all made Janus feel very at ease, in the presence of deceit wrapped in pretty paper.
But, then, he wasn’t so cynical this year. He blamed his cohorts for melting his too-small heart over the course of the year to the point where he could now appreciate the whimsy that twinkling fairy lights give to a chilly winter evening. Still dark, but warm, too.
Metaphorically and literally warm–it was not quite a winter wonderland outside the house. Still, the lower temperature and earlier sunset and merry decorations and seasonal flavors in Janus’ mug and the obnoxiously patterned and colored sweater on his body really did make it feel like Christmas. Certainly, the Mind Palace could have been nestled in a snow globe setting if the Sides so desired, but they were partial to their host’s house in Florida. It wasn’t a white Christmas, but it was cozy and homey and–Janus could begrudgingly admit–nice.
Janus was skillfully juggling two mugs as he walked into the living room. In one hand, he carried a peppermint mocha in a plain red vessel, simple and hot. In the other hand, he held a mug covered with scenes of snowmen decorating a pine tree with little birds. The contents of that mug were just as extravagant and sweet: gingerbread spiced hot cocoa completely obscured beneath a layer of marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles.
When Janus set the dessert in a cup on the coffee table, Patton looked up and smiled, his eyes really sparkling under the lights of the room’s opulent tree beside which he sat. The mug was just the newest addition to Patton’s station at the coffee table. Before him were a few sheets of notebook paper, a quill and ink, and a desk lamp and extension cord, which Janus stepped carefully over to sit on the couch just behind Patton.
“Aw, Janus!” Patton beamed, setting down his quill to reach for the mug. “Thank you!”
Even if the gap was seeming to narrow these days, Janus couldn’t help but marvel at how different he and Patton were sometimes. What an easy but incredible show of trust; any of the other Sides would have asked Janus what he wanted in return for such a thoughtful and good deed. (He would have answered “nothing,” but whether or not that was true, who could say?) “Not a problem,” Janus replied, taking a sip of his own drink. “How’s the naughty list looking this year?”
Patton giggled. He had a mustache of sweet fluff on his lip as he set down his mug and drew his quill. “Oh, I can’t say about that. But I do know Santa will have lots of ideas as to what to get you kids if you DO stay on the nice list.” He dipped the quill tip in his inkwell, humming with an audible grin. “Of course, I can’t imagine why you WOULDN’T be on the nice list…”
Janus crossed one leg over his knee and tapped his foot in a subtle but delighted rhythm. “Patton, lying at this time of year?” he tutted. “That nice list is slippery, you know. And lying around me, no less.” Janus leaned forward enough that the hissing chuckle that spread his lips into a smile could tickle Patton’s ear. “Is that my Christmas present?”
Ducking out of reach with a snort, Patton replied, “It’s not lying if I believe you all deserve the best gifts.” He turned to give Janus a boop on the nose with the fluffy end of his quill. “And it’s NOT the gift I have written down, I’ll have you know.”
For a moment, Janus’ eyes caught on the feather–a beautiful thing of blue and iridescent greens and purples that felt as soft as it looked–but curiosity shook him free, and he looked past the writing tool, blurring the beautiful colors as he focused his gaze on the page of just-dry ink. “It’s not?”
“Hey now!” Patton threw out his arm and leaned to one side so as to block Janus’ view. “No peeking!”
Undeterred, Janus didn’t fall back, just snickered and looked at Patton levelly. “What? I hardly need to know what you think I need for gifts.” He rested his chin in his hand, batting his eyelashes and tapping his cheek with his index finger. “But, say, what if I need ideas for our gift swap with the others? You know how hard Logan is to buy for.” (Untrue; Logan wasn’t hard to buy for, just irritatingly specific, which took out all the fun of surprising someone with their gift. Janus did love a good surprise.)
Eyes narrowed, Patton considered this before shaking his head and turning back to his makeshift desk. “No peeking,” he reiterated firmly. “Sensitive information here, for no one’s eyes but Mr Claus himself.” He paused, musing, then smiled. “Or his secretary. He is a busy guy.”
Janus nodded with a humoring hum. He sipped his coffee, nonchalantly scooting on the couch to be closer to Patton. If the scribe noted the movement, he didn’t mind, even leaning back against Janus’ calf and continuing to write. Janus waited a moment, then another, letting Patton’s guard slowly fall. The snake was hardly invested in letters to Santa Claus, but he did enjoy teasing and getting a rise out of Patton. And, who knows, maybe Janus would end up with someone with a scant wish-list and need a gift idea or two to fall back on. When the air felt calm enough to chance it, Janus leaned forward to peek over Patton’s shoulder.
Quick as a cobra, Patton had whirled around, brandishing his feather quill at Janus. “AH!” he admonished, tipping his head to one side and flashing a warning smile. “You better watch out.”
“You better not cry,” Janus replied with a smirk, leaning back a bit with his hands and mug raised placatingly. “Or what, Patton dear?”
Patton’s lower lip puffed out thoughtfully, and he hummed, clicking his tongue a few times. Janus waited, eyebrows raised and lips crookedly elevated. Then, Patton’s scrunched up thinking face relaxed before brightening into a big smile. He didn’t answer Janus’ question, just turned back to his list. Moreover, he didn’t move away but stayed close enough to be leaned up against Janus’ leg and, potentially, surely, observed by Janus’ looming eyes. The risk was worth the reward, and it would have been punishment to both of them to move apart. (It was nature for a Side, however deeply buried; even the prickliest of them liked company and a cuddle. And pushing their luck.)
Janus took a long sip from his drink and sighed, opening his mouth exaggeratedly wide both because it felt nice and because it tended to freak out any Sides who saw. He leaned forward, reaching purposely past Patton to set down his mug on the far side of the coffee table, securing for himself the perfect view of Patton’s cursive scrawl as well as the ideal perch to view it from, his chin resting upon the soft sweater fabric of Patton’s shoulder. Actually, it was cozy enough there, warm and soothing to the tune of Patton’s breathing and humming, and hard enough to read Patton’s handwriting from that distance, that Janus was content to close his eyes and not even try to peek. So he jumped a little, blinking in confusion, when Patton spoke again, but not quite to his current companion.
“‘And what do I ask of you dear Janus? Well, Santa, that’s quite simple. For my dear Janus, I want him to get the biggest and best–’” Patton paused, striking through the last word of his dictation with a flourish. “‘–the WORSE lee mood for Christmas.’”
Patton glanced sideways at him and smiled when Janus snickered. His head bobbed a bit atop the pleased wiggle that shook Patton’s shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a difficult thing to ask for for Christmas. The Sides, different as they could be, could all find fun in being tickled or making someone else laugh, so moods longing for one or the other were not uncommon. Sure, Virgil was more likely to be yearning for an onslaught of gentle belly tickles, whereas Remus would be more often found with fingers twitching in hopes of digging up screams from between someone’s ribs, and Logan could slide back and forth along that scale in a second. But still, it was a safe bet that someone in the Mind Palace was hoping to be or happy to be tickled. Because even if, somehow, no one was actively in a lee mood, one could pretty easily be teased out. Janus fell in the middle of the chaos, fluid like Logan in the part he was ready to play–tickle monster or squealing victim–and not one to be easily teased into a mood–not to be knocked over with a feather, so to say. Sure, seeing Patton twirl his feather quill thoughtfully and being actively threatened with a lee mood–not even being tickled, just infected with the desire to be–may have flustered Janus well enough, but he was cozy enough where he sat to weather the attack. So he only smiled, smug, closing his eyes and staying cuddled up, however awkwardly leaning, up against Patton’s shoulder.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so trusting.
“‘The kind of lee mood that makes you feel so warm and giddy and fuzzy,’” Patton went on, and Janus could hear the big smile around his words, “‘like just thinking about being tickled makes you feel tinsel between your toes and snowflake soft feathers on your belly. I want him to be so happy and flustered that he can only giggle and hiss and do that cute thing where he shakes his legs and taps his feet.’”
They didn’t live in a place with snowy winters, but Janus felt a phrase often used in that region come to mind: deceptively sunny. It was the scenario when one looked out the window to marvel at a beautiful winter landscape, blanketed in crystalline snow and brilliant beneath a crisp blue sky and bright sun, only to step outside and take in a breath that felt like a crackling snap in the lungs. Sunny, but cold. That was Patton. Warm, friendly, happy, but, just beneath, positively wicked. Freezing cold and sharp under a pretty sun, a hot spiced drink under sweet white fluff. Janus felt his stomach turn, swoop like at the drop in a roller-coaster, and burst with a blizzard of butterflies. He couldn’t look away from Patton’s quill as it bobbed, scrawling teases into paper that Janus was suddenly jealous of. Okay, maybe he was easier to tease a mood from than he cared to admit.
And perhaps Patton could read his mind, because he conveniently exclaimed, “‘Oh, and teases! Yes! He needs to get all the teases that make his cheeks go red and his scales change color!’”
Janus’ scales were certainly not doing anything of the sort when Patton paused in writing. He pursed his lips, smiled, and jumped back into his letter.
“‘And, you know, I think this mood’s gotta last until Christmas day, so maybe you can send him some tickly dreams in the meantime, too! Maybe twelve days of them would be fitting?’” Patton’s tongue poked between his top and bottom teeth as he giggled. He cleared his throat, donning a more serious face for continuing his letter to Santa. “‘If that’s too much, don’t worry about it; I’d be happy to take some of the work off your hands. I’m actually writing this letter to you with a beautiful feather quill I got for my birthday–Roman said he just knew I’d get a kick out of being fancy while writing letters. But it’s a beautiful plume, my favorite kind of teal blue and so soft to the touch.’”
‘Writing’ was a stretch; Patton wasn’t even touching the pen to the paper anymore, just twirling the pretty thing between his fingers. It was as long as a hand, with the non-writing end fanning out into a subtle fluffy curl. Its fibers seemed to float lazily as Patton waved the quill around, and Janus imagined they were so delicate as to not even be felt–until they found a place so sensitive on the body that they wouldn’t be ignored. Janus’ usually dark eyes and slitted pupils were bright and dilated, focused so on the gossamer feather that he took little note of Patton looking sideways at him, watching his reactions, with a grin.
Patton sighed dreamily. “‘I bet it would feel so nice tracing down Janus’ neck or around his belly or along his hips. Or circling every scale he has.’” When he smirked at Janus, he would have seen the scales on his face flushed a dark brown-gold. “‘Maybe what I should actually ask you to bring is a good tickle session for Janus on Christmas, and I can do the teasing the twelve days before. Whatever you decide, please know that I am a very good judge of character, and I know that Janus has been SO good this year–’”
Janus’ stomach did another giddy loop-de-loop when Patton chuckled and adjusted his glasses.
“I suppose you’re right, Jan; I should be honest, shouldn’t I?” Patton winked, and Janus’ face may have been warm enough to toast marshmallows on. “‘I know that Janus has been VERY naughty this year, and, so, deserves only the sweetest, meanest, most thorough lee mood, teasing, and wrecking that he’s had all year. And, if your present to me is that I get to deliver this for Janus, I certainly wouldn’t complain. Sincerely yours, Patton.’”
Patton’s smile didn’t falter when Janus stood abruptly from his seat, but his eyebrows did rise expectantly. “I’ve finished my coffee,” Janus answered before Patton could ask. “If you’ll excuse me.” Clutching his half-full mug tightly in his hand, Janus skirted widely around the coffee table and death sentence of a Christmas list. He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, turning to give Patton a forcibly cool nod. “Thank you for your company.”
After a few startled blinks, Patton snorted and held a hand to his rosy freckled cheek. “Signed, sealed, delivered,” he said to Janus with a grin and a shake of his head. “It’s a little too late to try and get on the nice list now~”
Janus fled calmly up the stairs, ears flushed at the last sight of Patton waving the feather quill to him in farewell.
~*~
The teal fluffy feather was all Janus could see, later–minutes? hours? days? he really couldn’t say–when he lay buried beneath his duvet, trying to pat the heat and smile from his cheeks. The trick really was not to think about it, all the lovely teases Patton had wished for him, but how could he do that when that damn feather was running rampant in his brain, dusting all his thoughts to make them tickly. He had just finished his coffee, too, so he couldn’t even hope to drift off for a cozy little nap. It’d be just his luck though; he’d probably get a dream that would fluster him awake or the second he awoke.
With a huff of a sigh, Janus threw off the covers. If the call was coming from inside the house, there was no point in hiding; if his mind was the monster, a blanket wasn’t going to save him. Besides that, the heat of his sweater and flushing cheeks was beginning to make the bubble of space between his blanket and his bed feel like an oven. He sat up enough to free himself from his sweater and dropped it off the side of the bed and onto the discarded blankets before falling onto his back. If his mind was going to torture him, at least, his body could be comfortable.
But, Janus’ mind sang unhelpfully, now he bore even less protection if some lovely monster slithered down the chimney to leave tickly stardust in his socks and pin him to his bed and–
The pillow previously behind Janus’ head was wailed frustratedly into before it, too, was thrown off the bed. Janus forced himself to take a long, slow breath, burying his fingers in the fabric of his sheets. Okay. Clearly, the lee mood was too grand already to try and wall completely off. Trying to ignore it (and ultimately failing to do so) was just making him irritated. But then, he was too worked up and embarrassed to act on his wants, to ask for it. The very thought was mortifying. Maybe there was a safe middle ground. Maybe he could let the dam leak a little, let the thoughts trickle in. He could handle that, he wouldn’t drown. (He would be dramatic, but he wouldn’t drown.) Surely, he could let himself think about it, a little. Patton had already infected him with the feather fever, after all. Janus figured he might as well try to enjoy it.
Breathing came slower and easier when Janus brought himself to that compromise. He could close his eyes, rein in his agitated leg twitching, wade gently into the pool of his mind.
The image of the quill came back to his mind, and he welcomed it, accompanied it with soft touch from his own hand. As the cerulean feather twirled about, dancing amid the sugarplum visions it had made of his thoughts, Janus traced his fingertips over his belly. With his eyes shut, he could almost pretend the feather to be the perpetrator of the feeling, the gentle swishing back and forth along the border between skin and scales. It was a lovely feeling that made his stomach--just beneath the light show of beautiful sensation--ache with longing.
What else could he imagine? Patton had given him a few cheesy seasonal teasing suggestions, which was kind since Janus wasn't the most creative of the Sides--not the least, but not the most. Janus pictured tinsel, silver and shimmery and soft, threaded between his toes and sawed delicately. His breath caught for a moment, and his toes scrunched against the imaginary sensation. How tauntingly on the edge of feeling.
What else could he imagine? Through his closed eyes, he could see the feather swirling gentle but relentless loops around his belly and scales. He could see the tinsel under his toes. He could see Patton’s smile, his fingers curling and uncurling above Janus’ quivering abdomen. Just a little closer…
Janus sat up, burying his flushed face in his hands. Twelve days of anticipation like this would be its own torture.
A knock to the rhythm of ‘Jingle Bells’ sounded from his door. Janus gave his red cheeks one last chastising pat, floundered for a moment on where to lay his limbs to act natural, and settled on resting his hands on his knees. “Come in.”
When the door opened, the first thing to enter was the bright red and white of a Santa hat, followed by Patton’s merry smile. “Hey, kiddo! You busy?”
“Depends,” said Janus with a hollow scoff. “Did you need more help planning holiday torment, or did you want to bake cookies or something?”
Patton snorted, wiggling his shoulders proudly as he fully entered the room and shut the door. He clasped his hands behind his back, swaying his hips forward and back. “Mm, a bit in between,” Patton decided. “Mean, but still sweet.”
Janus swallowed, trying very hard to bar the dam of his thoughts to keep his hopes from running away from him. “Oh?”
“Well, Santa got back to me,” said Patton, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms with a big sigh. “I know, no time wasted; he is a professional, after all.” He shook his head and smiled sadly, but his eyes were sparkling. “But he said that even he couldn’t make a lee mood and wrecking as wonderful as I asked for in such a short turnaround. So!” Patton adjusted his hat and stood tall, beaming. “He said I should most certainly fill in!”
For someone whose thoughts had just been flooded with elated relief, Janus’ mouth was quite dry. He wouldn’t have to wither away the winter waiting. Patton’s hands and feathers and tinsel and smile were near and real. Janus felt a funny mix of gratefulness and annoyance, seeing as how Patton had been the one to drop him into such a state in the first place. But then, he was too excited already to be annoyed. “Oh,” he said again.
“If you’re not busy.” Patton took a step further into the room.
“Well–” Janus started to say.
“You don’t look busy,” said Patton. Two more steps took him to the edge of Janus’ bed, where he stood, head cocked and smile crooked. “You look like you were expecting me.”
Such rare smugness from Patton was enough to snap Janus from flustered to–well, he was certainly still flustered, but also–indignant. His mouth hung open, and, when no words miraculously filled the empty space, Janus stuck out his forked tongue.
“Don’t be naughty,” Patton chastised with a giggle. “I wrote you a song. May I sit with you and sing it for you?”
Janus nodded, pushing himself up with his hands so as to scoot back and make room for Patton on the bed, but Patton stopped with a gentle hand on his knee.
“Lie back and get comfy,” Patton instructed with a grin. “It’s not a short song.”
His sweater and blankets had already been tossed to the floor; Janus had neither protection nor a saving excuse when the heat in his face spread to his ears and down his neck. He lay back, resting his hands on either side of his head, and, mercifully, Patton commented on neither Janus’ flush nor his eagerness. Instead, Patton whistled a little yuletide carol, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over Janus’ legs. He didn’t settle yet, but turned his torso toward the foot of the bed and tugged off his Santa hat, holding it behind his back and out of Janus’ sight. But Janus could still hear as the hat was held open and its previously unseen contents came tumbling out, rattling like cartoon pots and pans fell onto the sheets. Janus had a guess as to what the hidden pile may have included, but he couldn’t fathom how Patton had managed to hide such a trove so impossibly under his hat. Said hat was placed on Janus’ head as soon as Patton had turned to face forward again, the puff of it being booped on Janus’ nose. Janus' face scrunched up in feigned distaste and fruitless effort to keep from smiling anticipatorily.
Patton adjusted himself to kneel fully and comfortably on Janus’ legs, reaching behind him for a moment to neaten up the mystery gifts from Santa’s hat, then faced Janus once more with a smile. “Alright.” Leaning forward a bit to hunch his shoulders and flex his fingers, Patton began to softly sing. “On the first day of Christmas, I count on my merry lee~”
Janus let out a groaning chuckle. Of course, Patton would come up with the silliest teasing twist on a seasonal song. A song which–Janus realized, derision turning to giddy panic–often had twelve verses that only got longer. He yelped, startled from his thoughts by a sudden whispering soft sensation swirling over his lower belly, and came face to face with the evil feather that had started the whole ordeal. Patton circled the teal feather around Janus’ navel, grinning at the smile straining to be free from Janus’ bitten lower lip.
“A giggle button on his belly~” Patton set the feather by his knee and reached behind him with both hands. “On the second day of Christmas, I count on my darling lee…” And, instead of grabbing a new tool, Patton scribbled his fingers up and down Janus’ soles, prompting a squeal and buck from the man. “Two wiggling feet,” Patton sang, before swinging his hands back in front of himself to dance upon Janus’ stomach once more, “and a giggle button on his belly~”
Second verse cleared, ten more to go. It was too late for Janus to curb his smile–the thing had taken off and spread its wingspan across his cheeks–but he could keep from laughing, he could. He had to. Because, of course, it wasn’t just ten more verses in single phrases; it was ten verses consecutive to all the verses that came before. Janus’ mind was too scrambled to do the math on how many teases in total he was about to endure–he was excited to endure.
“On the third day of Christmas, I count on my dashing lee…” Patton fell forward, hovering above Janus nose-to-nose and grinning. The heels of his hands came to rest on Janus’, his fingers sliding up Janus’ palms until their digits were parallel and easily intertwinable. Janus didn’t know whether this move was a moment of mercy early on or of false security, and he tried to hold Patton’s hands and take as deep of breaths as his cantering heart would allow. Patton squeezed his hands once before curling his own fingers inward. Janus’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion before shooting up in realization, just in time for Patton’s nails to scratch delicately along the palms of Janus’ hands. “Three pairs of twitchy palms~”
Janus snorted, and he would have blamed the tickling, if anyone had asked. No way, no way, was Patton going to get him to unfurl his other two sets of arms into a visible and tangible state. Even if doing so would gain Janus four more terribly ticklish spots to be doted upon… No. He would not so willfully participate in his own demise.
Most all his resistance dissipated into delighted terror when Patton drew back, aiming his wiggling fingers behind him until they touched down to rake Janus’ heels. “Two wiggling feet~”
Janus held his breath and clenched his jaw. He’d already let a little laughter sound loose; even if it was a relief to do so, it was too early in the marathon to let himself go. Wasn’t it?
“And a giggle button on his belly~”
Poor Janus arched his back and threw his head into the mattress as Patton’s fingers danced around his stomach, trailing long slow paths from the bottom of his ribcage to the top of his hips and back up again. On the second trip, Patton changed techniques, using one hand for featherlight skating down Janus’ sensitive skin and using the other for just a bit rougher scratching down his scales. At last, the giggly dam crumbled, and, albeit through his grinning teeth and scrunched nose, Janus began to laugh, a hissing breathy happy sound.
Patton hummed, pleased, and sung on. “On the fourth day of Christmas, I count on my cutie lee…” From where his hands splayed on Janus’ waist, it was easy as fruit cake for Patton to slide them around until he was holding Janus in a hug, warm but made menacing by his nails sudden scurrying into Janus’ lower back. “Four spine-y squeezes~”
Grabbing at his hat to hold himself still, Janus cackled, shoving his back down into the mattress in attempt to make the spot inaccessible for Patton, but to no avail. Still, he didn’t even have time to get used to the sensation before the song went marching on. Patton gently pried Janus’ hands free to scribble into his palms, fell back onto his legs to skitter down his soles, and bowed forward to dig into the soft flesh of his stomach.
“On the fifth day of Christmas, I count on my love-a-lee…” The flurry of movement from the last verse had paused, and Patton lay, for a moment, his cheek still on Janus’ panting midsection. Janus kept his guard up, though. Haggard as he was, he felt vindicated when he saw the mischievous twinkle in Patton’s eyes immediately before he took a big breath and blew a vibrating raspberry in Janus’ belly. The hilarious and heinous weapon was matched in volume by Janus’ wail of laughter. “Five raspberries!” Patton lifted his head, beaming. Janus shook his head, too breathless to form words and soon swept up once more in a tidal wave of howling humor as Patton planted one, two, three, four more raspberries on Janus’ tummy. It certainly didn’t help that all the Sides had slight stubble growing recently; the scratch of Patton’s peach fuzz, especially on Janus’ scales, made for the most awful raspberries he’d probably ever felt.
No rest for the wicked; Patton’s song carried on. Janus, through quite brutal a memorization process, was starting to get used to the pattern mentally, but not physically. The jumping from spot to spot was too sudden and speedy for him to get used to anything, so all he could do was brace for what he knew was coming next. Four scribbles down his spine (and shoulders, which Patton did not need to be so mean as to target), three pairs of palms subject to little but effective scratches, two feet menaced this time by that damn blue feather, and one belly button turning pink from aching laughter and attention.
“On the sixth day of Christmas, I count on my dearie lee… six ticklish armpits~”
Another pause, during which Janus gulped giggly breaths before cracking an eye open. Like spiders cut loose from their webs, Patton’s hands descended, diving into Janus’ uppermost armpits with clawing fingers.
It was good that Janus had already let his laughter loose, because, when the newest bout of cachinnation rocked his frame, he needed all his resolve to hold his arms still. His grasp was white-knuckle tight on his arms and hair, and his laughing grin was wide enough to make his cheeks burn from the ache of exertion as well as the heat of elation. And then Patton took the elevator down to the next floor of terribly ticklish underarms. Janus’ elbows strained to flap, and his head whipped back and forth, shoving one chortling cheek and then the other into the bedspread. How long could this verse possibly be?
Another brutal raspberry to his belly amidst the armpit assault prompted a shriek from Janus. He couldn’t verbalize how unfair it was to double up on spots, and Patton’s explanation was hardly sympathetic. “Five!” Patton crowed, burying his face in Janus’ stomach to deliver vibrating lips and nuzzling stubble with each syllable. “Rasp! Ber! Ries!”
For as much effort as Janus was using to keep still (aside from his thrashing laughing head and heaving stomach), he was startled at how easy a time Patton had muscling him halfway onto his side. That was definitely why he squealed, and not because Patton had finally moved down to scribbling into his lowest armpits with one jumping hand and feathering his lower back with the other.
“Four spiney squeezes~”
It was small but a mercy still that Patton didn’t make Janus release his ironclad grip on his own arms for the next stanza, settling instead on brushing that evil plume along his forearms and into the crooks of his elbows. (The song’s alignment to Patton’s actions had been askew from the start anyway, but Janus was having too much fun to nitpick.)
“Three pairs of twitchy palms~”
Perhaps unintentional, but there was another brief respite for Janus in the few seconds between Patton pulling back from his upper body to reach back for his feet. Very brief, maybe long enough for one guffaw to have a longer inhale than the rest before tumbling once more into wailing laughter as Patton’s fingers scribbled into his arches.
“Two wiggling feet~”
Patton pounced forward and giggled when Janus snorted amid his laughter, only to place a teasing kiss on his stomach.
“And a giggle button on his belly~”
If Janus wasn’t half-past loopy already, he would have marveled at Patton’s masterminding. This session was pure psychological evil. Janus was all heightened nerves and anticipation; after the reveal of what spot would start the new verse, he technically knew what was coming next, but he was still awash in thrill and terror, like he was experiencing each spot anew.
He also would have applauded six ticklish hands for Patton’s composition skills. Once they’d gotten to the tenth verse, it was a very smooth and terrible line up from Janus’ toes to his knees to his thighs to his hips. The next, eleven, was not so limited in its geography but its choreography, but Patton performed it wickedly. That beautiful quill was the star of it, and Patton made use of his ‘eleven feather swishes’ to waltz up Janus’ tummy, across his chest, dipping into his armpits, to his neck and ears–eleven was so many swishes. If he’d had the wherewithal and malice for it, Janus would have thrown Patton six calling birds for his villainy.
The echoes of the last verse and laughter lingering in the corners of the room, Janus lay, limp and gulping air through lingering giggles, eyes shut and an utterly relaxed smile upon his lips. Patton lay as well, still and content, his cheek resting on Janus’ stomach and his index fingers tracing the scales on his sides.
“How ya doin’, kiddo?” Patton asked with a sigh, chuckling when he received only a happy hissing exhale in reply. “I’m glad.” He sat up, tapping a little tune on Janus’ tummy and biting his lip. “You think you got it in you for one more verse?”
Janus’ eyes scrunched further shut, and he giggled at the mere thought of Patton’s proposal. He peeked through one eye and nodded.
“Okay.” Patton’s soft, fond smile sharpened into something sinister. “But, you know, darn it, I think I’ve forgotten the words. Do you remember them? Think you can sing it for me?”
Janus snorted at that. Yes, an excellent idea, let the snake whose brain had been reduced to happy goopy goofy mush come up with the words to the teasing song that had been his detriment. Don’t let him sink fully into elated sleepiness, make him force himself to stay awake enough to bear a bit more, draw out the session a little longer to make it truly the best Christmas gift… Upon deliberation, Janus could see the appeal. Mean but sweet, indeed. Janus pulled himself up, physically and mentally, assuming the familiar position of bracing his own arms and coaxing his mind from the edge of sleep. He’d certainly heard the verses enough times to know the words. He cleared his throat, voice hoarse and happy from laughing so long. “On the twelfth day of Christmas, the tickle monster gave to me: twelve heaving ribs– PATTON!”
The newest rendition of the song had been softer, wavering a bit, compared to Patton’s more confident and lilting tone. Well. It had been quieter, until Patton had unleashed hell upon Janus’ ribs. Vibrating, scratching fingers followed the furrows of the bones, left to right, and then raked down them like a washboard. Rinse, repeat.
Oh, Patton had been going easy on him all this time. That whole marathon thing had just been a prelude to the real event: the sprint.
“Yes, Janus dear?” Patton grinned. “Go on, just waiting for you to sing the next bit and tell me where to tickle!”
OH, not even a sprint–a sprint implied pushing it to the limit for a short time. This pseudo-sprint’s pace was to be determined by the man whose legs had been jelly for the past ten minutes. So it could have been a short time, if Janus let his shrieking, snorting laughter overtake him, or it could take as long as it took him to think coherently while being tickle tortured. A very, very long time. He really must have been on the naughty list.
Like with the previous, Janus had barely crowed out the next verse before Patton had that damn feather darting everywhere it could reach, his neck and ears and stomach mostly, until it could fly back to saw between his toes for the tenth day of Christmas. The feather flipped to scribble the quill end under Janus’ toes as Patton’s other hand squeezed up until it reached his knee. Nine. Both hands dove in to spider and scratch his thighs. Eight. Then to massage their thumbs into his hips bones. Seven.
Janus was a gay mess of exhausted but elated guffawing and kicking feet and flapping elbows. He could barely get out the words to direct Patton where to tickle next. If he’d been asked to lead a verse earlier in the session, he might have mucked up the order a bit on purpose to make it easier on himself. That option was out the window now, as he could hardly keep up with calling out spots as Patton was actively tickling them. He was swept up in the speed and brutality of the menacing of different spots, all scribbling nails and stubbly kisses. Patton was laughing with him, cheeks red from the upped pace of the activity and smile wide and beaming from getting to make Janus feel so happy and safe. He was jumping and falling between spots on the final countdown, half leading and half following Janus’ howling hymnal. With one final raspberry to Janus’ navel, the both of them collapsed in a cuddly heap, Patton rolling off Janus' body to hug him properly.
Eyes heavy and chest heaving as he took slow, deep, relaxing breaths, Janus gave Patton a boop on the nose with the Santa hat that sat crooked on his head. “Merry Christmas, meanie.”
“And a sweet New Year,” Patton giggled, reaching over the side of the bed to grab the duvet and wrap them both up in it for a well-earned snuggle.
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