#lee roman

[tkfights]

6 - Chase

(belated) tickletober - these prompts

Summary: Roman thinks he can outrun the tickle monster? We’ll see~

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic

word count: 430

Lee!Roman and Ler!Patton

Heart pounding to the beat of the thundering footsteps behind him, Roman skidded through the grand halls of the mind palace. Socked feet slipping at corners, he regretted every decision that led him up to this point. That stupid challenge, why did his pride not let him say no to bets?

With every turn he took, the sound of those horrible words got louder and louder.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Romiee~” A dark playful giggle followed, sending shivers down his spine, face flushing even redder as his legs faltered slightly in their sprinting. He quickly recovered, lips pressing tightly into a wobbly smile, just barely stopping the giggles from spilling out.

“Whoops! you better be careful there RoRo~” Another low chuckle, “If you fall, the tickle monster’s gonna getcha! He’s gonna tickle tickle you silly silly.”

That damn word being repeated over and over making Roman’s head fuzzy, paired with the butterflies doing somersaults in his belly, made the giggles that were building up finally flow out. He felt his knees weaken again but Roman was nothing if not a fighter. Determined to get away, he swiftly took another turn but slammed straight into a hard chest.

Disoriented, the flustered side looked up and saw Patton grinning evilly at him, wiggling his fingers in the direction of Roman’s armpits.

“Heya princypie, the tickle monster is ready to play with you~” Patton did a fake lunge towards the fanciful side. Roman shrieked before he turned tail and ran again, bursting into more giggles as the chase continued. “Nohohohoho Patton! Pleahehehese!” All he got as a response was a playful snicker and a “Coochie coochie coo~”. His face burned.

Then Roman saw the door to his room further down the hall, hope sparked up in him. He tried to pick up speed but suddenly arms wrapped their way around his stomach, hoisting him up in the air. Tickly nuzzles were pressed into the crook of his neck making him burst into frantic giggles, he shook his head, unable to protect the spot with Patton’s head in the way.

“Nahahahaha I wahahahas so clohohose dahahahamit!!” Roman squealed as Patton started squeezing his sides and lowered him to the ground.

“Awww, it’s okay, sugar.” Patton giggled along with Roman’s loud contagious laughter, moving his hands to squeeze at his stomach, “No one can beat the tickle monster after all.” The blushy prince, was too weak to even bat at the hands vibrating into the centre of his stomach, driving him into hysterics, teaching him that making deals with tickle monsters is always unwise~

[gigglynerdlogan]

Peek-A-Boo! I See You!

(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)

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Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.

"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.

"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.

The End.

[gameprincessanya]

Here, Kitty Kitty

Virgil's current number one rule? NO ONE touches Violet. "Who is Violet?" you might ask? Well, after Thomas's video promoting the Sanders Sides plushies, Patton noticed that Virgil seemed almost mad at him or something during that video, so he wanted to try fix it by showing how much he cares about him in a special way: making him a stuffed animal. Patton can get attached pretty quickly, so the fact he spent days making a toy and gave it to Virgil is pretty big. It was a stuffed toy cat with a purple body and head, black arms, legs and ears, green button eyes, the same plaid material from Virgil's hoodie for the tail, paw patches and inside the ears, and white stitching on the neck, joints and patches. He left her outside Virgil's door with a blue note that read "I'm sorry if I made you angry, I didn't mean to. Love you, kiddo. XOXO" in glittery silver writing. When Virgil saw it, he hugged the carefully crafted kitty and cried. An hour later, Patton opened his own door to find Virgil standing there, eyes bloodshot, eyeshadow dripping and clutching the cat. The two hugged tightly and all was well with the father-son duo. As for why no one touches her? Well, here's the story that explains why.

A month later, and Virgil loved his new companion he named Violet and kept her by his bed every night. He didn't dare tell the others about her because he figured Roman would tease him and Logan...well, he just didn't want to tell him. Anyway, this morning was like any other. He was the last Side to wake up, he lazily made his bed and tucked in Violet as if she was taking a nap then headed downstairs for breakfast. After finishing the first meal of the day, he decided to watch a movie in the living room. What Virgil didn't know was that this morning, he forgot to close his door. That's why when Roman walked past, he noticed Violet in the bed. He decided to get a closer look and went inside. He picked up the toy and examined it. He had to admit, it was kinda cute. Just one problem: the seams that kept the tail attached to the body were falling apart. He decided to take it to his room and fix it for Virgil. After all, who doesn't enjoy a nice surprise? Well, the human embodiment of anxiety, that's who. After finishing Hocus Pocus 2, Virgil went back to his room and noticed something wrong. Where's Violet? He checked under the covers, under the pillows and under the bed. No sign of her. He checked every drawer and even the closet. No Violet. She was gone. Virgil groaned loudly before summoning himself to Thomas, who was watching TV. 

"Oh, hey Virgil. Wanna watch?" Thomas asked. "Get the others here, right now!" Virgil demanded, his voice loud and echoing. "Ok, ok! Logan‽ Patton‽ Roman‽" Thomas called out, worried by Virgil's anger. The others popped up, surprisingly still in their pyjamas, and immediately noticed Virgil's furious demeanour. "Not funny, guys. Which one of you took Violet?" Virgil asked. "Who is Violet?" Logan asked. Virgil realised his mistake. He should've just asked Patton to help him search for Violet, now he has to tell the others about her when only one of them took her and the others didn't need to know. Embarrassment be damned, someone stole his property and he was getting it back! Virgil whipped out his phone and showed a photo of her. "This is Violet, my cat. Patton made her for me, she was in my bed when I left for breakfast this morning and now she's gone. I already checked every part of my room, someone took her." Virgil explained. Roman's acting skills were god-like right now because he was portraying confusion then understanding so realistically when on the inside, he was panicking like crazy. If Virgil found out, he's doomed. "Well, I think it's pretty obvious who took her." Roman remarked, looking at Logan. "I wasn't even aware of this toy cat's existence until now, how could I have possibly taken it? And why would I?" Logan queried. "You're the one who wanted Thomas to throw out Benjamin." Roman pointed out. "For the final time, I did not say that! And furthermore, why would I have taken it now that I have a better understanding of the benefits?" Logan argued.

"Ok, so that's a "maybe" for Logan. Patton wouldn't do it because he made Violet for me, Thomas couldn't have taken her because he can't access the Mind Palace without our help, so that leaves Roman." Virgil reasoned. "Virgil, I'm a heroic prince, not a common petty thief. Stealing goes against everything my honour stands for, I would never deceive you that way. Speaking of, perhaps it was Janus or Remus." Roman suggested. "If they did it, they would've left a ransom note. Trust me, I know them." Virgil contradicted. The room remained quiet as everyone looked deep in thought before Virgil sighed in frustration. "Look. One of you is lying and eventually, I'm gonna figure it out, so just come clean." he demanded. No one confessed and Virgil left in a huff. Everyone turned to Roman with a judgemental stare. "Why are you all looking at me?!" he asked. "It was obviously you, Roman. You need to give that toy back, Virgil's clearly very upset." Logan scolded. Roman groaned, summoning Violet from his room. "Awww, Patton, you made that?" Thomas asked. "Uh-huh. Made her specially for Virgil. But Roman, why did you take her?" Patton questioned. "Her tail was falling off, so I was going to fix it for him. It was supposed to be a surprise." Roman explained. "You wanted to surprise...my anxiety? You see the problem there, right?" Thomas asked. "It would've been fine if he hadn't gone back to his room so soon. Just give me some time to fix it and I'll give it back." Roman answered. "Ok, Roman. But you might wanna hurry." Patton replied. Roman and Patton went back to the Mind Palace and Logan sighed. After apologizing to Thomas for him having to deal with "ridiculous drama", he invited Logan to watch a movie with him.

Meanwhile, Patton had risen up into his room and decided to get a snack from the kitchen. As he walked down the halls, he swore he heard crying from behind Virgil's closed door. He opened the door and saw Virgil sobbing into a pillow. "Aww, Virgil." Patton whimpered. Virgil looked up and saw Patton with his arms stretched out for a hug. Virgil rushed into his arms and continued to cry. "I'm sorry." he whispered. "Don't be sorry, silly. It's ok to cry." Patton reassured, stroking his hair. "I just want her back, and I don't know where she is." Virgil mumbled. Patton couldn't take it anymore. "Roman has Violet. He noticed her tail was falling off, so he's fixing her right now." Patton confessed. Virgil let go and sniffled. "Why didn't he ask me first?" Virgil questioned. "He wanted to surprise you. He didn't think you would be this upset." Patton explained. Virgil wiped the tears from his eyes and sighed. "Thanks for telling me, Pat. I think I'm good now." Virgil said. "Glad you're okay. I'll see you later, kiddo." Patton said as he left for the kitchen. Virgil looked in the mirror by his closet and decided to fix up his eyeshadow. As he carefully applied his favourite makeup, he started planning how to get back at Roman for 1.Going into his room without permission and 2.Stealing Violet and lying.

Roman sat back and admired his work as he finally finished fixing Violet's tail. He really was a creative genius. Just as he was about to take Violet back to Virgil, there was angry knocking at his door. In a panic, he threw Violet into his closet before opening his door to a furious Virgil. "Give her back, Roman." Virgil demanded. "What makes you think I have her?" Roman asked. "Patton told me. I can fix her myself, now give me Violet. Now." Virgil said angrily. Roman was legitimately terrified right now but his pride got in the way of common sense. "Or what?" Roman bluffed. "You had your chance." Virgil warned, tackling Roman to the floor. The two wrestled for a bit before Virgil finally overpowered Roman. He was now straddling his waist and even managed to grab Roman's replica of Heather Chandler's scrunchie that he was wearing like a bracelet for some reason today to tie his wrists together. "Virgil, get off me!" Roman yelled. "Nah, don't feel like it." Virgil said. "What exactly is your plan here, Finding Emo?" Roman asked. "A certain prince needs to be taught some manners, like no taking people's things without permission and no going into someone else's room when they're not there." Virgil teased before squeezing Roman's sides, causing him to let out a surprised squeal before melting into a puddle of giggles. "Hahahahaha! Vihihirgil, no fahahahair!" Roman giggled. "Neither was what you did, Your Royal Ticklishness." Virgil taunted, moving up to Roman's ribs.

Roman bucked and wiggled as much as he could but Virgil was determined to punish him and teach him a lesson. "Just tell me where she is and this all stops, Prince Giggles." Virgil said. Roman knew he had no reason to keep hiding Violet, she was all fixed up now anyway. But something in his brain kept telling him to fight back and not to succumb to Virgil's wishes or he'll look weak. "Nehehehever! I'm nohohohot tehelling yohohohou! Hahahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "Very well then. I gave you a chance at mercy, but you brought this on yourself, Sir Laughs-A-Lot." Virgil teased, moving on to his quivering tummy. Poor Roman couldn't get his arms down properly to protect himself. With his wrists tied together behind his head, they just kept falling behind his neck whenever he tried lowering his arms. "Hehehehehey! Gehet yohour hahhaands awahahay frohohom thehehere!" Roman chuckled, squirming as much as possible. "Ok, I'll get my hands away from there." Virgil said, stopping. Roman didn't like the way Virgil emphasised "hands". His fears were confirmed when he felt his shirt being lifted and Virgil blew the longest raspberry he could possibly muster on his sensitive belly. "AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! VIRGHIHIIL!" Roman screamed. "Yes, Your Royal Loudness?" Virgil asked, going for Roman's number one tickle spot: his armpits. Roman internally cursed himself for not changing out of his pyjamas and walking around in a tank top.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKHAY, OKAHAHAY, SHE'S IHIHIN THE CLOHOHOHOHOSET!" Roman bellowed. Virgil immediately stopped, ran to the closet and opened it. He grabbed Violet and hugged her tightly. After a few minutes, Roman caught his breath and struggled to get the scrunchie off his wrists. "When you're done with your little reunion, little help here?!" Roman whined. Virgil rolled his eyes and reluctantly freed Roman's wrists. "Never take my stuff again." Virgil scolded. "Noted. And sorry for not asking first. I should've checked if it was ok with you." Roman apologized. "Whatever. Apology accepted, I guess." Virgil said, leaving the room with Violet in his arms. "Who did you say ratted me out?" Roman asked, following him into the hallway. "Patton. But it's not his fault, he can't stand seeing someone cry." Virgil confessed. "You were crying?" Roman queried, feeling more guilty than before. "Shut up!" Virgil yelled, slamming his own door behind him. As he flopped down onto the bed, contemplating taking a nap, he looked at Violet and smiled. He'd never admit it out loud, but Roman did do a good job fixing the tail. As he snuggled up to his kitty, he could hear Patton down the hall, squealing and cackling. No doubt, Roman was teaching him to keep your friend's secrets. He peacefully fell asleep, listening to the sound of Patton's distant giggles.

The End.

[babysizedfics]

ummmm mini prompt, mommy-son tickle game dialogue / description? doesnt have to be a full fic or even ficlet hdjsjf but What Do They Say :O -🌙

OOOO this is fun!! i did it for just general when logan tickls roman rather than just in their special counting game ! so just how they act and speak when they play tickles together

Logan

he pretends to be oblivious to what hes doing a lot : "why are you wiggling so much?" "this doesn't tickle or anything, right?" "why are you screaming! use your inside voice, little prince"

he keeps his serious monotonous tone most of the time and it works for teases - UNTIL he wants to rlly fluster roman like at the climax of the tickle fight shsjjsjs and he breaks out the teasy tone (almost sing songy!)

he also only uses that teasy voice sparingly bc overusing it can make roman embarassed in the bad way and feel too babied

he can be brutal, logan loves tickling his littl one a lot more than he lets on and he doesnt ever want to stop once he gets going - its almost competitive !

"stop calling your dad for help!"

every so often he breaks into very soft low chuckles. logan doesnt have explosive laughter at all but when it does break free its so genuine and reverberates around the room. its like low and not sharp , it doesnt sound loud but it still resonates and echoes

(and it makes roman blush and be more ticklish bc its just a rlly lovely sound to hear his mom laughing so openly)

Roman

he SCREAMS

not like scared of the dark in accepting anxiety kinda scream but "mOooOMMY aaAAAAAaahahha!! st sTOPhhahah!" dramatic begging scream

if logan dares to stop when roman tells him to, roman gets very affronted and can go from screaming "stop!!" very desperately to pouting with a pituful "why did u stop? :(" in five seconds

he is cheeky !! he will tease logan just as much as usual - its unclear if its just habit he cant break or he knowingly does it bc it makes logan tickle him harder

he scrunches his eyes shut when hes bein tickled because hes laughing so hard but also bc he doesnt always like seeing logan lean over him it can make him feel a bit vulnerable

but as soon as logans fingers release his foot or pull away from his neck his eyes snap open and theres this moment of SPARKLING joy before he puts on the kicked puppy act and pouts until logan tickles him again

and logan constantly lifts his fingers away just to see romans eyes fly open for that lil second of pure pure joy

he always gets shy after they finish the game but hes brave enough to mumble "thank u mommy" while hes hiding his blushy face and hugging logan super tight

[snowdropsocstorys]

Tickletober day 1: teasing

Ship: (let)Patton X(lee) Roman

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The chase has started, roman knew he messed up, yes he was in a lee mood, but he has now poked the tickle monster to much. As roman ran, he realized the shorts and tank top was already alot for Patton to not refuse, but knew the one thing that pushed Patton, and that was saying he was not a tickle monster, if he couldn't take the hint.

And thus the chase with Patton right behind roman, wiggling his fingers and all different teases coming form him "I'm gonna get you princy, you made a big mistake underestimated the tickle monster" Patton yelled behind roman, and roman squeaks abit and already feels giggles rising up. But before he could move any farther, Patton tackled from behind

"got you princy, time for tickle, tickle, tickles!" Patton smirked and quickly gets Romans tummy, and from all the anticipation and his lee mood, he sqweals and bursts into laughter, even if it wasn't his worst spot

"the tickle monsters gotcha princy, and you can never get away from all these tickles, such a tickish prince though, to bad you didn't keep your prince outfit, now I can tickle tickle every tickly spots" Patton giggles Abit and slowly inches his way up to Romans ribs, making the laughs get higher and higher.

But to be honest, roman would not have this any other way

[fluffyskies]

Lee Roman with any ler if possible? (Sorry if this is so late. Also love your writing and art. It's so cute!)

Awwe thank you!! And of course I can do lee Roman, if I'm being honest he's my fav lee!!!

Lee Roman Ler Virgil

"Hey! that's not fair!" Virgil yelled as Roman threw a pillow at his face.

"Anything is fair, even an uncalled pillow fight" Roman smirked. Virgil thought for a moment, and grinned. He grabbed the nearest pillow and while Roman wasn't looking smacked him square in the face. He stumbled back with a startled squeak. And the pillow exploded feathers everywhere, floating to the ground.

"Hey Ro?" asked Virgil

"Hm?" Roman replied

"You want to know what else is fair?" He grinned.

"What?". And if it was the speed of light Virgil grabbed a handful of feathers and shoved them into Romans tunic.

"An uncalled tickle fight!"

"H-hey! Wha-ehehehe! I-it t-tickles!!" The creative side giggled as he scrambled to get out the evil fluffy feathers. But each time he moved, the feathers moved with him fluttering all over his tickle spots.

"Virgil!!! gehehet thehehem ohohout!" The prince squealed. He would take off his tunic if he could but there was a slight problem with that. There was a zipper on the back and sometimes it would get stuck, so he'd need help and he didn't think Virgil was gonna help him TwT.

"Hmm you know what I don't think this is fair enough, don't you think~?"

"N-nahahaha! It's unfair!!" Roman squawked as the feathers got his ribs. Virgil stood for a moment and then shrugged. And grabbed more feathers and stuffed them in as well.

"Now I think it's about equal" the anxious side smirked.

"I-it ihihihis nahahaht fair! w-wahahahait nohohohot ThEHEehehEHeheRE!?!".

[turtletimewriting]

TickleTober Day 3: Stocks

Summary: Roman seeks help to find the motivation to finish this project! 

Note: Not written as obviously romantic or platonic, read it either way! Switch Roman and Switch Virgil. Tickle fic by the way!

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The tension in the room was like a physical cloud. Silence cloaked the two people with only the clicking of computer keys echoing around the room. But even that worsened the tension. Each click only exaggerated the silence when Roman hesitated or paused before typing the next word. Click click click before a pausing silence. Like a rubber band being pulled further and further. Like walking home with darkening clouds building up. Like that first rumble of thunder. 

But Roman’s wobbly smile remained chiselled on his face. His eyes glued to his keyboard. Virgil was simply watching the wall. An ear facing Roman. Waiting for the clicking to stop for longer than ten seconds. Roman kept pausing. For longer and longer... He’d reach nine seconds before quickly spamming the keys. His fingers trembling. Giggles ringing out the more he paused. 

“Wait wait! Wait! WAIT! I just don’t know how to word this! I don’t know what comes next!” Roman squealed seeing Virgil start to count on his fingers.

Roman’s mind was reeling but he was left scrambling for words. Five... But he was caught in a loop. Quick write something! Or you know what will happen! He’d looked up now. Six... Looked up at Virgil turning to face his captured feet. Seven... His toes scrunching up and his ankles slowly turning. Eight... 

The classic wooden stocks were completely firm. 

Nine...

His laptop was now abandoned and sliding off his lap. 

Ten! 

“Aw, sorry Princey. I thought Creativity would be better at least writing something... anything!” Virgil giggled, he was never very good at playing big old mean ler. 

“AAAAAAAH! WAIT! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! AAAAAAH!” Roman squealed, his feet trapped to just sit there and take the tickles that Virgil graciously gifted him. 

“This needs to be written! You really want to prolong this? Just need to start writing again, we’ll worry if it’s good afterwards. Just write anything! Or do you want these tickles?” Virgil lessened his tickling to his forefingers scratching the ball of his feet. You’d expect Roman’s toes to be the worse but it was the ball of his foot where the tickles felt extra tingly and extra tickly. 

“AH! HAHAHhahahahaheheheeeeee! eh, eh hahahahaahHAAHAHAA!” Roman tried to breath through the tickles but the laughter wouldn’t lessen. The stocks didn’t even move. His feet completely utterly trapped. He grabbed his laptop to sit back on his lap. 

“Oh! Are you going to write? Free yourself from the tickles or are you going to be tickled some more? Just some more tickly tickles!” 

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Roman cried out. He was bouncing around way too much to even read his writing. But he took a deep gulp of breath before managing to stab at the keys. 

Virgil again waited for ten seconds of typing before leaving the ticklish feet alone. But he made sure to literally just leave them alone. Leaving them alone with the leftover tickles still crawling over his feet. The balls of his feet almost itchy with the sensations. 

This continued for five more minutes until Virgil got suspicious. This was the most consistent Roman had ever typed. He always paused like every few seconds to make sure it was the best writing that it could be. There was a reason he insisted on the ten second rule...

“What are you writing?” Virgil laughed as he plucked the laptop off his lap, completely ignoring Roman’s whiny ‘no’. But his own laughter doubled when he read back what he had just typed:

‘Typing typing, woo look at me typing. Virgil will keep tickling me unless I type so here I am typing. Typing Typing Typing. Lots of Typing! It’s not fair! Virgil keeps his hands near my feet and I keep thinking he’s going to tickle me as I can’t even see his hands! Typing. Can’t stop typing.’

“Oh that’s it! I knew you weren’t even t-” Virgil was going to make a huge display of tickling the snot out of Roman. A whole paragraph of nothing! But arms pulling him into Roman silenced him quickly. 

Well, actually maybe it was the hands squeezing his sides that shut him up. 

“Ahahahahaaaa! Whaahaha what ahare you dohohoahahahah doing!” Virgil screeched, helpless to even sit up. He curled into Roman’s chest. He knew he should’ve insisted on tying his arms up! If he did then Roman couldn’t just grab him and decide on revenge!

“When I said that I wanted your help to motivate me, I meant like you cheer me on or proof read the script!” Roman bellowed in a typical villain voice, his hands poised dramatically. Waiting until Virgil looked up before diving them back in. His right hand digging into his side while his left hand traced around his neck. 

“AHAHAHAHAHAA! Heheheheheeee! Hehe, yOU DIDN’T PUHUHI PUT UP A FUSS HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Virgil teased while making eye contact with Roman. Grinning wider somehow when Roman flushed. 

...That was true. The stocks were summoned. His feet were locked in. Virgil explained his ten seconds rule. He explained that the anxiety of the incoming tickles would motivate him. 

And Roman merely giggled as he grabbed his laptop. 

Roman growled but didn’t say anything in response. “Well, who's trapped and helpless but is still managing to tickle you senseless! I’m stuck and guess who’s still winning this tickle fight! Are you really that ticklish?” 

[tss-tickle-time73]

A Prince And His Mage

Words: 778

Characters: Ler!Virgil, Lee!Roman

Ships: romantic prinxiety

Warnings: none? I don't know. Let me know if I need to tag anything.

This is my first tickle fic! Constructive criticism is very welcome

Roman sighed as he flopped down on his bed, staring up at the top of the fabric at the top of his canopy bed. "Veeee. I'm boooored."

Virgil looked over at the prince. "Oh? Why's that?"

"Because I have nothing to do. Not even paperwork!"

Virgil smiled softly, putting a bookmark in the story he was reading. He then set his book off to the side. "Then come here cutie."

"I'm not cute." Roman's eyes went wide. Uh oh. He realised too late what he'd said.

Virgil's entire mood changed. "Oh? You're not cute?"

"I mean, uh.... Is there any take backs allowed?"

"Nope. Not this time." Virgil snapped and the fabric hanging down by the bedposts quickly wrapped around Roman's wrists, holding them above the prince's head. He smirked at the nervously smiling brunette. "You're about to be my little wiggle worm for this."

"Noooo! Veee! This isn't fair! You didn't give me a chance to take it back!"

Virgil shook his head. "Too late." He moved to sit on Roman's thighs. "You've been in a mood all week. Time for me to fix that." He started with slow spidering over Roman's sides, receiving quiet giggles and a bit of wiggling. "Hmmm... I don't think this is enough. Do you?"

"It is! Ihit is!" Roman quickly tried to wriggle free of Virgil's grasp, knowing this was about to get ten times worse.

"I think someone's lying~" Virgil trilled, grinning down at Roman. "Now, is this enough?"

"Yes!" Roman wouldn't be still even though this made the light tickling even worse.

Virgil shook his head. "Oh dear. I think I'll have to teach you not to lie about this on top of you lying about your looks." He dug his fingers into Roman's sides, squeezing and scribbling harshly. 

Roman squealed and thrashed, shaking his head. "Nohoho! Vehee!"

"No what? You have to be specific dear. Otherwise, I'll just make this get worse and worse."

"No! No! Ihi can't take more!" 

"Then say you're cute." 

Roman shook his head. "Nuh-uh!"

Virgil sighed, moving his hands off of Roman. "Really Ro? I gave you a chance to take it back just then." 

Roman took this chance to catch his breath, grinning up at Virgil. "But I'm not cute."

Virgil raised an eyebrow, confused by the grin. Then it hit him. Roman wanted to be tickled. "Oh my gosh. Ro! You can ask for tickles hun!"

Roman shook his head, giggling.

"Well, I'm not tickling you again until you ask."

Roman's eyes went wide. "What? No! Veeee! That's not fair!" he whined, looking up at the other pleadingly. Virgil was dead silent, smirking down at his lee. How long could Roman last? What about Virgil?

Well, after about five minutes of Roman pouting up at Virgil, it seemed like the ler cracked. He started to slowly move his hands back towards Roman's sides, pulling those adorable giddy yet nervous giggles from his prince. Just before he touched Roman, he pulled his hands away. The puzzled look pulled a chuckle from Virgil. "I told you I won't tickle you until you ask. I'm just going to make you want it so much more."

Roman's eyes went wide once more. What?! This wasn't fair! He whined and pouted, pleading non-verbally with Virgil for tickles. Of course the other used this chance to dart his hands up to Roman's armpits, making the prince squeal without being touched. "Veee!"

"What is it, cutiepie?" Virgil slid his hands under Roman's shirt and lightly rested his fingertips on the other's belly.

Roman whimpered and presses into the touch. He wasn't going to beg. He wouldn't. Couldn't! It would be so embarrassing. He wouldn't ever-

"Tickle me already!"

Well, maybe he would.

As soon as those words pushed past the prince's lips, Virgil set to work on Roman's ribs. Roman squealed and laughed, wriggling around once again. "Awwwe. There's my adorable little prince. So, are you cute?"

"Yehes! Yes! I'm cute!"

Virgil eased up, lightly tracing patterns on Roman's belly. "There we go." He flicked his wrist at the fabric restraining Roman, causing it to fall limp. He then pulled Roman into his lap. "Was that so hard?"

Roman shook his head, smiling. "No, but it was fun."

Virgil chuckled and squeezed Roman's arm. "Just ask next tine you want tickles. Okay?"

"Maybe. No promises, though." He smiled sweetly at Virgil. "I like it when you have a reason to tickle me other than me asking. It makes you just that little bit more determined to get me to laugh."

Virgil rolled his eyes, smiling and shaking his head. "Let's get you a snack and then take a nap. Okay?"

Roman nodded. "Sounds good to me."