A/N: This story comes from the prompt list concept I had created. I decided to make them their own individual fics. With that being said, enjoy ❤️💚💙🩵
Sidenote: I do not know exactly when I would've written these since it was only very recent that I added dates to my works. The closest date I can think of is between 2021-2022.
Character(s): Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders
Concept(s): Roman is ticklish, Remus is ticklish, Patton is ticklish, Logan tickles Roman, Remus tickles Patton, Patton tickles Remus, Arms Up Challenge, Playful brotherly rivalry, Remus refers to Patton as "Daddy" (non-sexual), Remus refers to Logan as "Whale Penis"
Pairing(s): (Platonic) Logince, Intruality
Prompt(s): "Challenge"
Synopsis: Roman and Remus have a stand-off to see who can keep their arms up the longest
Trigger(s): Caps (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: --- words
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Arms Up Challenge. Fair enough. If the standoff was between literally any other Sides. But of course, sibling rivalry lasts a lifetime. As the two were set up for the tickly challenge, Logan wanted to make sure they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.
“So you two know the rules, correct?”
“Yes, Specs. I can’t wait to beat my brother at this!”
“Only if you beat me as hard as you play with your meat, little Ro Boat!”
Roman rolled his eyes as they were both finally secure to the wall with pillow lining and wrist restraints. They were both pulled taunt enough that they weren’t able to scrunch up their arms but were able to move their legs around freely. The rule? Swinging is allowed but kicking is not. Patton made his way over to the Duke’s side of the wall.
“Are you going to behave like a good kiddo this time?”
“Whoever gave you that thought will be my next crime victim.”
Patton immediately plunged his fingers into the latter aspect’s pits, making Remus go straight into kicking.
“Uh uh uh! If you keep that up, mister, there will be consequences!”
“LIHIHIHIHIHIKE SPAHAHAHAHANKING?! OHOHOHOHOHOOH!! THAHAHAT’S NOT LIKE YOHOHOHOHOU AT AHAHALL!!”
“Being difficult, eh? How about this?”
“HEY! IHIHIHIHIHI THOUGHT MY LEGS COULD BE FREHEHEHEHEE!!”
“Not if you aren’t going to be a nice little Dukey!”
Remus burst into even louder laughter from the nickname being used in that awkward context. Roman was trying so hard not to kick but was unable to keep from swinging as far as he could left to right. He realized that kicking was prohibited but stomping wasn’t. He let his feet try to hit the ground every other motion.
“Roman. All of your extra motions are making it difficult to complete this task thoroughly. I will need to revoke your leg bearing privileges.”
“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?! NOFAIR!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
“It is all fair, Roman. After all, you two came up with the rules for this. The first one to ‘chicken out’, as you called it, will be the winner. The loser will get a longer sentencing of underarm tickles for ‘research purposes’.”
The way Logan worded the last part of that statement made it clear that it would definitely not be for “research purposes”. This went on back and forth. Digging, scratching, wiggling, poking, and prodigy were all factors played in order to get one of them to crack. Roman eventually couldn’t take when that oh so delicate sweet spot near his upper ribs was the targeted attack. The screech and bellowing laughter that followed was the key indicator in who the winner would be as well as Roman stating that:
“ISURRENDER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA– IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI SURREHEHEHEHEHENDERRRRRR!!”
“Awh! And I was just about to go for the faux claws. You can handle that, can’t you, Remus?”
“Now now, Patton. The two made a deal with each other. Whoever the winner is doesn’t get attacked anymore.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
Patton snaps and the bonds on Remus come off. The moral figure misjudged Remus’ weight and they both fell to the ground with a loud thud. Patton tried getting up first, only for the latter figment to wrap his arms around his waist.
“Uhh, so… no hard feelings–”
“Oh, Patton~ There are no hard feelings between us~ I just want to hear you laugh and scream~”
The wiggling of Remus’ mustache against Patton’s neck made him laugh in slight fear and anticipation. Of course Remus wasn’t going to hurt him too badly. He just wanted to hear all of the joyful laughter from the intrusive aspect.
“You handle my little bro, Whale Penis! I have a date with Daddy!”
“Wait! REMUS!”
Patton burst out in laughter as he was carried out of Logan’s lab and Roman would soon be in the same state of hysterical laughter.
Roman wants cuddles and tickles from Patton. And naturally, Patton delivers.
Day 3! I bring back Sanders Sides again. I hope you enjoy!
It was early evening in the mind palace, and most of the sides were in their PJ’s, relaxing in their rooms. A couple sides were reading, and it was safe to assume that the other sides were watching TV. Only…there was one side who wasn’t relaxing at all. Yes, he was in his PJ’s. But relaxing? No way! Not yet! This man…was running all the way through the mind palace.
The man, who had donned his red prince charming PJ’s, was sprinting through the mind palace and moving through the hallways and rooms. It was clear that the man was on a mission. Thankfully, everyone was in their rooms meaning there was no one in his way…meaning the Prince had only inanimate objects to dodge and move past to get to his destination.
His destination? Patton’s mind palace bedroom.
Roman skidded to a halt in front of the bright blue bedroom door, and knocked on it like a true gentleman. “Patton? You in there?” Roman called.
“Come in!” The person yelled on the other side of the door.
There was his cue! In we go!
Roman practically kicked down the door to Patton’s bedroom and tackle-hugged the man that laid on the big, comfortable bed. “TACKLE-HUG!” Roman shouted, hugging his padre as tightly as he could.
Patton laughed rather loudly and hugged Roman back. “Tackle-hug!” Patton repeated to validate Roman’s desires. He rubbed Roman’s back amidst the hug, before playing with Roman’s hair for a few seconds. “I’m guessing you want cuddles too?” Patton asked next, already knowing what his answer was going to be.
“You betcha!” Roman replied proudly, snuggling his face somewhat roughly into Patton’s shoulder, like a toddler. “So many cuddles! Give me all the cuddles!” Roman clarified happily before shoving his face further into Patton’s shoulder, muffling his next words too much for anyone to understand him.
Patton smiled brightly and hugged Roman as close as he could. Roman occasionally gets into these cuddly moods, and often feels a need to show his fellow sides lots of family-like love. But he will only go to a certain side depending on how he feels that time around.
If Roman feels somewhat unsure or shameful, Roman will cuddle with Virgil. This is mostly because the emo often feels similar feelings of hesitation, which often makes them both appreciate the cuddle session even more. Plus, Virgil’s PJ’s were polyester, meaning even more comfy to touch. On top of that, Virgil always wore his wool sweater until bedtime. So Virgil’s choice of clothing always made cuddling with him feel like you’re cuddling a living blanket.
When Roman is feeling more curious or talkative, Roman will often cuddle with Logan. Logan is more of a talkative cuddle buddy, which can be both helpful and annoying depending on what mood you’re in at the time. If Roman is tired or patient enough to listen and add to Logan’s constant conversations, Roman will cuddle Logan. Then, endless conversations about heavier topics would ensue. This made cuddles with Logan more interesting.
When he’s feeling playful and silly, he’ll cuddle with Patton. Patton is the most playful of the sides, and he loves playing childish games and showing lots of affection to Roman, or anyone else while cuddling the side. This was a common occurrence for every side. Patton was often anyone’s go-to for cuddles and play time. Even Remus didn’t mind cuddling with Patton because Patton didn’t judge. Patton was always a playmate or a cuddle buddy when anyone needed it.
And today? Roman needed plenty of cuddles from Patton.
Roman snuggled into Patton and closed his eyes, showing full trust in him. He felt completely comfortable in the father figure’s arms. He felt no need to let go. Though he wasn’t in danger, Roman trusted Patton with his life by this point. They had practically grown up together in Thomas’s head. They were practically inseparable for several decades. And today’s cuddle session was no different. This cuddle session only further proved the boys’ unbreakable bond. If there was ever a visual example of trust that needed to be studied or represented, Roman and Patton were the perfect candidates.
*Poke, poke…*
“Mmhmhmm…”
*Tickle* *tickle* *skitter~ poke!*
“Mhmhmmm…Hehehe-Pahahat!”
Well…trusting for the most part. Once in a while, Patton will test the friendship with tickles.
“Awww, what’s wrong, Ro?” Patton asked with a bright, mischievous smile. “A little ticklish~?” He teased, poking two fingers into the prince’s side.
Roman squeezed his eyes shut and grew a wobbly little smile. “Nohoho…Ihi’m nohot.” Roman blatantly lied.
Patton raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” he asked with pretend shock, poking Ro’s slightly plump belly.
“Yehes! Ihi’m suhuhure. Nohowstahahap-” Roman shoved his face into Patton’s shoulder a little bit more, muffling his giggles in the process.
Patton giggled softly at his predictable reaction before poking near his belly button. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything except cuddling my gay little prince~!” Patton teased, using the word ‘gay’ as a double-meaning while tickling him enough to keep Roman giggling, but softly enough to not have him losing his mind yet.
Slow and steady…that’s the kind of game Patton enjoys playing.
“Yohohou’re tihihickling mehe!” Roman told him.
Patton gasped softly. “Me?! Tickling the strongest prince to ever live?! How can this be?!” Patton asked dramatically.
“Yohohou suhuhuck ahat lyhyhying!” Roman argued.
“Lying?! Me?! Why would I ever lie? I am not Janus. I swear!” Patton took off his own glasses and put them on Roman’s nose and ears. “See? I have prescription glasses. Janus doesn’t have prescription glasses when he dresses as me.” Patton explained.
Roman widened his eyes and took off the glasses really quickly, already getting hazy and overwhelmed by Patton’s terrible eyesight. “W-Well…” Roman turned around and put Patton’s glasses back on. “I know you’re not Janus. Janus wouldn’t be so quick to tickle me.” Roman admitted.
Patton giggled and pushed the glasses up to the top of his nose. “True. Janus is not as touchy-feely.” He added. “He’d probably run away the moment you hugged him.” Patton mentioned with a laugh.
Roman laughed as well and snuggled his face into Patton. “Can…Can you…” Roman quickly stopped his words out of pure embarrassment. “Uh…”
Patton smiled brightly and started scampering his fingers all over his belly and ribs. “Of course I can!” he replied.
Roman snuggled his face into Patton’s chest and giggled helplessly in his arms. Patton knows it doesn’t take much to turn Roman into a blushy mess. All it takes is a few tickles and a tease or two, to turn Roman from a healthy peach color to a bright red color.
“Small question:” Patton stopped his fingers for a moment. “How many scritchies does it take to make a Roman Emperor laugh?” Patton asked.
Roman covered his face with his hands to further hide his sheepish face. Though, doing this only made Patton laugh at him more. “Let’s see…” Patton moved Roman onto his lap and moved his evil little fingers over to the Prince’s hips. He wrapped both index fingers and thumbs around either hip, and squeezed into the hollows lightly. “One…” Patton counted.
“hehehaHAHAHAHA!” Roman threw his head back and cackled hardily with pure excitement.
“Oh my gosh- It only took one?!” Patton reacted, legitimately shocked this time.
“YEHEHES! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOO TICKLIHIHISH!” Roman argued.
“Too ticklish for a simple-” Patton squeezed the hollows of Roman’s hips again.
“NAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled loudly.
“Woooow…” Patton reacted, poking his right hip. “Righty-tighty~” Patton teased evilly, watching as Roman jerked his hip away. Patton moved his left hand up to Roman’s left hip. “Lefty loosey~.” Patton declared as he watched Roman jerk his left hip to the right side. “Look at this man committing de twitches!” Patton reacted as he moved his right fingers to the right hip. “Twitchy-” He squeezed his right hip.
“PAHAHAHAT!” Roman yelled, twitching his right hip away.
“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the left hip.
“COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman reacted, moving his left hip away from the fingers as best he could.
“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the right hip again.
“IHIHIHI- IHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Roman yelled next, moving his right hip away again.
“Twitch!” Patton reacted, squeezing the left hip once again.
“OHOHO GOHOHOSH- HAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled.
Patton giggled and moved his fingers away. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.” He decided.
Roman calmed down and let out long breaths so he could recover. He cuddled himself into Patton again, further showing that the tickle fight mid-cuddle session didn’t even slightly change their unquestionable friendship. Patton knew he was able to test Roman’s patience all he wanted to without worrying about breaking their friendship. And even if Patton were to go overboard, Roman will still likely come back for more cuddles.
*gasp* PPPBBBFFBBBBFFFFBBT!
“wAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHO!” Patton shouted, kicking his feet lightly.
Roman giggled. “Whaaat? You really thought I wouldn’t get my revenge after you tickled me?!” He asked before blowing another raspberry.
Patton cackled and laughed all over again, not even trying to stop him. “Yohohohou’re mehehehehehean!” Patton playfully complained.
“I’m mean?!” Roman reacted. “You shouldn’t have messed with the first Emperor of Rome.” Roman reminded him.
Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Wohohorth ihihihit.” He declared.
Pairings: all the different pairings in platonic LAMP
Word Count: 3,973 words
inspired by this post about tickle themed coupons!
A Rib Counting-- Just To Make Sure That All Of Them Are There
"Um... Um. So I was thinking about that thing you said, about distractions, and how sometimes distractions aren't enough if we're not engaged enough, because our brains still are kinda going crazy, so, um, I thought that I might have an idea, and obviously you can say no, but I'd like-- um--"
"Virgil," Logan said patiently. "Would you like to hand me the coupon in your pocket?"
Virgil blinked, then sheepishly pulled his hand out of his pocket with the crinkled coupon in his palm. He handed it to Logan without meeting his eyes.
"I see," Logan said after reading the small card. "Alright then. Please get into my lap."
"Logan", Virgil hissed, blushing profusely. "You don't have to--"
"This would be the ideal position for counting your ribs, unless you have a better idea?"
Virgil groaned melodramatically, but Logan just fixed him with a stern look until he acquiesced. He sat with his back against Logan's chest, crossing his arms until the logical side gently unfolded them for him.
"We'll begin very slowly," Logan murmured. Virgil huffed, already squirming in place.
"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered. Behind him, Logan fought to keep his lips from quirking into a smile. He trailed his fingernails very delicately over Virgil's stomach, making his chest tremble with giggles before they even came to rest on his lower ribs.
"Ready?" he asked-- and the instant Virgil nodded, Logan began pinching his bottom two ribs at the same time.
"I need you to count them for me," he continued, after Virgil's initial squawk of laughter had evolved into an incessant stream of belly laughter. Virgil twisted this way and that, clawing halfheartedly against Logan's evil fingers, but there was no doubt in either of their minds that this was exactly what they wanted.
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Tummy Tickles-- Bound Hands, 30 Minutes
“Patton?”
“Yeah, Logan?”
Logan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead he shoved something into Patton’s chest.
Patton blinked in surprise as he looked down at the piece of paper scrunched in Logan’s hand.
“What-- what does that say?”
“Tummy tickles,” Logan said in a loud voice before immediately flushing. He lowered his arm and his voice as he repeated, “It says... tummy tickles.”
A beat, and then Patton’s face broke into a slow smile.
“Sure, Logan. Let’s get comfy, and I’ll give you all the tummy tickles you want.”
He gestured for Logan to follow him into his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind them. Patton moved onto his bed, but Logan hesitated.
“It... the coupon also says-- um. Bound hands.”
As if Logan’s stammering wasn’t endearing enough, Patton couldn’t help but find his request totally adorable. He grinned, slow and sweet, at Logan’s blush.
“Come here, Lo.”
He made grabby hands at Logan, who slowly crawled onto the bed to join him before gasping as Patton maneuvered him so his back was to Patton’s chest. As soon as he was in position, Patton grabbed Logan’s wrists and pulled them behind his own back, summoning a soft rope to keep them tied together in that position.
“Is that alright, L?” he asked. Logan shifted for a moment, testing the bonds that essentially kept him attached to Patton.
“It-- yes,” he stammered. “Yes, yes, this is alright.”
Patton smiled again, and lifted his hands until they were in Logan’s vision. He wiggled his fingers and clawed the air just above Logan’s stomach.
“30 minutes, Logan,” he sang, relishing in the way Logan’s shoulders were already shaking with laughter. “Let’s here all of those sweet little tummy giggles, okay?”
~
Session-- Spread Eagle, 60 Minutes
"Are you sure about this?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
Logan looked up from where he was securing Patton's foot to the bed frame.
"...Because you're incredibly ticklish on your thighs, and you've just asked me to give you an hour long tickle session with your legs tied rather far apart."
His words made Patton shift just a little bit on the bed, the restraints on his ankles clinking softly as he tested his range of movement. Still, he smiled down at Logan.
"I wouldn't have asked for it if I wasn't sure," he replied. Logan hummed, climbing up and sitting on the bed in between Patton's knees.
"60 minutes on the timer," he said (which made Patton giggle a bit, since he knew Logan was just going to count the time in his head anyways). "Ready?"
Patton nodded. "Ready-- eep!"
He squeaked involuntarily. Logan raised his eyebrows.
"Well, come now. We've barely started."
"I--" Patton started. Logan skittered his nails across the tops of his thighs again, and Patton twitched like crazy. "Logan!"
"Hm?" he replied. Patton opened his mouth at the exact moment Logan pinched above both of Patton's knees.
"Nahahaha!" Patton jerked his knees as far to his chest as he could-- which, as a matter of fact, was not far at all.
Logan took the opportunity to flutter his nails under his thighs. "Say it again, Patton?"
"Wait!"
Patton slammed his hands down, but all Logan had to do was flex his fingers once into the muscle to send him cackling.
"I'm so sorry, Patton, I'm afraid I can't understand you," Logan said innocently. He pulled one hand out to squeeze along the tops of Patton's thighs again, while the other continued its mission tickling the backs. "I'll need you to speak much more clearly."
As the hour slowly, slowly, slowly ticked by, Patton was sure of one thing: he was not going to regret this.
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Foot Rub
"A foot rub, Roman!" Logan insisted, scowling as he rubbed the tingles out of his foot. "Not-- that."
Roman scoffed, glaring up at Logan from where he was kneeling in front of the logical side. "Tickles are a part of a foot rub, Professor, everybody knows that."
"Well, it's not on the coupon so-- so no doing that," Logan stammered, crossing his arms and forcing his legs to stay still. "Just... a normal foot rub."
Rolling his eyes, Roman begrudgingly continued his task. "Well, I have no idea why you'd even ask for a foot rub if you don't want me to tickle you. It's part of the fun!"
With that, Roman pressed his thumb just under the ball of Logan's foot.
Logan snorted. Loudly.
Roman blinked.
"Oh," he said softly. "Oh, I see."
Logan didn't have to look at him to recognize the wicked grin on his face. He kept his eyes on the wall over Roman's shoulder, pretending that his face wasn't steadily turning darker and darker.
"I see," Roman repeated, smirking up at him. "You don't want gentle tickles, do you? You want--"
He squeezed again, this time drilling both of his thumbs in the center of Logan's arch. Logan's leg jerked involuntarily as a short shout of laughter escaped him, his hands shooting down to grip at the arms of his chair. He tried to pull his knee up to his chest, but Roman grip on his foot kept him from escaping the tickles.
"Aw, Logan, you should've just said so!" he said cheerfully, shifting him position so he could wiggle his thumb nails in between the wrinkles that formed as Logan desperately tried to curl his foot back. "Please, do let me know if there are any sensitive spots that I must pay extra close attention to. And please stop squirming-- at this rate, this'll take all day, and we still have another foot to get to!"
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One Massage (Might Be A Little Tickly)
“You know what you’re doing, you wretched beast--”
Virgil tazed his fingers into Roman’s sides, making the creative side gasp with choked off giggles.
"Of course I know," he replied. "I'm giving you a back massage, one that you freaking asked me for, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job."
He paired his response with 10 fingers wiggling into the backs of Roman's ribs. Roman made a sound between a squeal and a grunt before he once again collapsed into helpless laughter.
"It's sohohoho bad!" he gasped. And it was-- it was so much worse than Roman had expected. He'd used the coupon because he thought it'd be funny, forcing Virgil to give him a massage, but he should've thought harder about why so many people apparently found massages ticklish.
His eyes bulged out as Virgil rubbed small circles right underneath Roman's shoulder blades. He twisted wildly, desperate to throw Virgil off of his back, but he was too weakened by his laughter to do anything.
"Nahahaha not there not there!"
Virgil hummed softly. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay right here. You've got a lot of tension, Princey. Don't worry. I'm here to help, and we've got all day long."
~
Cuddles-- Lots And Lots Of Cuddles, Requires Blankets
"You know you don't need a coupon for this."
"Patton."
"I mean, we already do this all the time!"
"Patton."
"Although it is pretty sweet that you asked if we could plan a whole afternoon to cuddle, I mean, the coupon does say lots and lots--"
"Patton!"
"Hm?" Patton asked, dragging his eyes away from the blanket nest he'd been building. "Oh! Sorry, Virge."
Virgil huffed a fond sigh, wrapping his half of the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "It's fine, Pat. Just--"
He cut himself off, cheeks flushing, and Patton couldn't help the smile on his face.
"Got it," he said, despite the fact that Virgil hadn't finished his sentence. "Let's start the show, 'kay?"
He hit 'play' on the remote and leaned back, throwing an arm around Virgil's shoulders and pulling him closer underneath their shared blanket. All at once he felt the emo side relax, leaning heavily against Patton's chest.
They stayed like that for a bit, but after a while Patton noticed that Virgil was... noticeably squirming.
"Kiddo?" he asked, pausing his hand from rubbing slow circles on Virgil's back (and huh, when had he started doing that?) "Everything okay?"
Virgil looked up at him, huffing hard enough that his bangs flew out of his eyes. His cheeks were dark, and he didn't look directly at Patton as he mumbled, "... are you gonna make me ask?"
"Ask?" Patton repeated, brows furrowed. "Ask for what?"
"The--" Virgil started before dropping his head to hide against Patton's shoulder. "You know, the-- the thing. We've been doing."
Patton still stared at him, confused.
"With the coupons," Virgil added weakly.
Finally, it clicked in Patton's head.
"... Oh. Oh? Oh!" he exclaimed all at once. Virgil groaned, dropping his head against Patton's shoulder.
"Please, just-- don't talk about it."
"Okay, okay!" Patton said, pulling back from Virgil and holding his hands up appeasingly. He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Then he smiled, and began wiggling his fingers in the air, pointing them in the direction of Virgil's stomach.
It clearly took effort for Virgil to avoid laughing then and there; instead, he dove back into Patton's side, uselessly wrapping the blanket tighter around his shoulders as the paternal side wrapped him back up into a big cuddle again, both of his hands coming around to tickle Virgil's tummy all over.
It was a long time before they paid attention to the TV again.
~
Session-- Tied To A Chair, 30 Minutes
"Just say the code word, Patton," Roman cooed, scratching his well-manicured nails all around Patton's neck. The moral side snorted, desperately wiggling back and forth, but with his wrists and ankles tied to the arms and legs of the chair he was sitting in, there was absolutely nowhere for him to go.
"I'll never tehehehell!" he squealed, drumming his feet on the floor. This whole thing had started as a little 'interrogation' game, but it was pretty hard to stay in character. Especially when Roman let one hand trail down to flutter at the soft skin of his inner arms, thoroughly bound and terribly ticklish.
"Are you sure?" he asked, allowing his other hand to go from scratching at Patton's neck to squeezing just above his poor trapped knee. Patton nodded desperately through his giggles.
"Very well," Roman replied, and immediately he shoved all ten fingers to vibrate all around Patton's belly button.
It all happened so fast-- Patton, caught off guard from the tickles suddenly attacking his tummy, reared backwards with enough strength to lift the front two chair legs from the floor-- he felt himself tip past the point of no return, and there was just enough time for a shriek of genuine panic to cut through his laughter before--
"Oh shit!" Roman blurted, thrusting an arm out and grabbing the back of Patton's chair, leaving him still leaning backwards precariously, but no longer falling to the floor. The two panted, looking dead into each other's eyes.
Then they burst into giggles.
"Oh my gohohod," Roman giggled, leaning forward for a minute to bump his forehead against Patton's. "Why are you laughing, that was so scary!"
Patton shrugged as best as he could, shaking his head giddily. "I dohohon't-- I don't know, I think the adrenaline is making me loopy!"
He fell back into relieved giggles, very aware of how Roman was inspecting him through his mirth.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said, "but that did give me an idea."
He maneuvered a bit, stepping out of Patton's line of sight, and all of a sudden Patton's felt the chair tipping backwards again. This time, however, it was a controlled fall-- Roman held the back of the chair in his hands, and slowly lowered Patton until he was basically lying on the floor, still tied at all points to the kitchen chair.
Patton giggled again, a hysterical little thing that bubbled out of his throat. This was disorienting-- he was now watching Roman, upside down, as the creative side knelt down until his face was a few inches above Patton's.
"Well, this'll be much easier!" he said. He reached an arm out to check the knots on Patton's legs, and with a little jolt in his stomach Patton realized that Roman was now able to reach both his upper and lower body without even having to stand up.
"Let's see if 'flipping the script' will make you feel a little more cooperative," he continued in a dramatically dark tone of voice, and Patton was laughing and squirming and yanking on his bonds before the creative side could even begin again.
~
Session-- Y-Position, 60 minutes
“I think I changed my mind.”
Logan hummed in disinterest. “Of course. Just say the safeword and I’ll release you.”
The silence from the other side spoke volumes, and Logan turned to Roman with a blank expression.
“Just as I thought. Now stay still.”
Before Roman could say anything else, Logan whipped out two makeup brushes from behind his back and began fluttering them in Roman’s armpits .
“Wait wait wait, not there not there!” Roman squealed before falling into helpless high-pitched laughter. He yanked at his arms, but they stayed firmly tied above him in the Y position.
“I see. Do you not like being tickled right here?” Logan moved closer, dropping one makeup brush so he could scratch his fingers in Roman’s exposed pit. “Does it tickle too much right here?”
Roman screamed, head thrown back as he threw his body as far to the side as he could. “It does! It does!”
The mix of hard and soft tickles assaulting his armpits was quickly driving Roman into hysterics, his legs barely able to keep himself upright in this position. Logan mercifully pulled back, allowing him to slouch to the ground as he caught his breath.
“Unfortunately for you,” he continued, as if Roman hadn’t been on the verge of death just moments before, “the coupon was specifically for a 60 minute long session. So unless you use your safeword, I’ll have no choice but to continue for the full hour, and you’ve still got--”
He leaned over to check the clock, and focused on smoothing his face into something neutral before staring Roman down as he finished, “57 minutes to go.”
Roman groaned, shaking his head in fear and anticipation, but he still refused to safeword. Logan quirked an eyebrow.
“Suit yourself. I’m getting the baby oil.”
~
100 Sides And Hips Squeezes
"Count them for me."
Logan flushed, pouting horribly. "Virgil."
"Logan," the anxious side replied. He seemed wholly unconcerned with how flustered Logan was right now.
"Do you want me to count them, then?" Virgil continued. "Cuz that's an awfully high number, one hundred... hope I don't lose track or anything--"
"You're a menace," Logan hissed. He squirmed for just a moment, but to Virgil's credit, the anxious side didn't give even him one warning squeeze to encourage him in the task. No, he left his hands resting delicately against Logan's torso, his fingers positioned right above the spots that they both knew would send Logan into hysterics.
"You know I'm gonna stay right here until you do it," Virgil murmured, and Logan felt like he was melting, because he knew the other side was absolutely telling the truth.
Still, every time Logan opened his mouth, he felt Virgil's hands like a belt wrapped around his waist, and his breath left him in a flustered wheeze.
Virgil snorted, leaning forward far enough to nuzzle his forehead against Logan's.
"Oh, you're losing it already, aren't you?" he teased.
Logan pouted up at him, but there was no denying the darkened flush of his cheeks. "I'm not."
"You totally are, that's so freaking funny--"
"I'm not, I was just--"
"Just start counting!"
"One!" Logan snapped, then burst into cackling laughter as Virgil immediately dug into his sides, wiggling all of his fingers for a long, horrible second before releasing him.
"Very good, L," Virgil said smugly as Logan's giddy shock faded back into breathless anticipation. "Only 99 more to go."
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Hog-Tied-- Tickles, 30 Minutes
“This was a stupid idea.”
“It’s not stupid, Doom and Gloom!”
“I feel stupid.”
“The doors are locked, the room is soundproofed, and absolutely no one else will see you like this if you don’t want them to.”
Virgil sighed in discomfort, and he felt Roman go still above him.
“Just say the word, and we’ll stop now,” he said kindly. “I swear on my sword, I’ll untie you, and we’ll give you some good ol’ tickles the normal way.”
Virgil sighed again, pressing his face into the carpet. “No, I-- I wanted to try this. Let’s try it.”
There was silence from above him. After a few moments, Virgil craned his neck to the side.
“Roman--?”
His words cut off with a squeal as he felt two fingers tazing into his sides. He tried to lean to the side, but Roman easily grabbed the knotted rope that tied his hands and feet together, keeping him still.
Roman made a thoughtful noise. “You know what? This makes my job so much easier. I can tickle your feet and your torso all at once!”
To demonstrate, he began running his fingers over Virgil’s soles, making the emo side whine and kick his legs as much as possible. With the other hand, he crawled his fingers back to Virgil’s side and began squeezing the pudge there, sending him into full-on laughter.
“No-- nohohoho! Not fair!”
“Not fair?” Roman asked with an incredulous smile. “You asked for this, stormcloud. You wanted to try being hogtied, and now look at you. Squealing like a piggy already!”
A well timed squeeze coupled with Roman scratching just underneath Virgil’s toes succeeded in making him squeal, his voice slightly muffled as he hid his face in the carpet. Roman grinned, shifting to sit next to Virgil as he reached to tickle all over his exposed back. This would be more fun than he thought.
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Netflix And Tickles-- Optional: Tied Hands+Feet
"Oh, oh! Roman, look! It's the end credits!" Patton sang. Roman's struggling kicked up tenfold, as if his hands weren't tied behind Patton's back right now.
"Hm, so that means... rib tickles until the credits are over? Yeah?" Patton didn't wait for a response before diving back in, wiggling his fingers in between each of Roman's ribs. The creative side shrieked again, unintentionally arching his back directly into Patton's patient fingers.
"Nohohohohohoho! Patton!" he squealed, kicking his feet and acting for the world like this whole game wasn't his idea. After nearly two minutes, the credits faded out, and Netflix began counting down to playing the next episode.
Patton slowed his fingers, as per the rules of the game. Roman got a break in between episodes; it was the best way to make sure he could handle all the other tickles he got throughout their binge sessions.
"And... oop! Time's up!" Patton chirped after about fifteen seconds. "There's the 'previously ons', here we go!"
He dove right back in, hands darting down to Roman's stomach and smiling as the tickles made Roman squeal and buck. He squeezed right around Roman's bellybutton every time the 'previously ons' flashed back to a different scene, leaving Roman in perpetual peals of laughter through the entire segment.
Patton graciously slowed down again, smoothing his hands over Roman's arms and gently squeezing the stretched muscles. The creative side twitched and squirmed just a bit at the touch, but he managed to relax as he leaned back against Patton's chest.
"Having fun, Roman?"
Roman hummed, cracking his eyes open as he smiled up at Patton. "Indeed I am, Padre."
"That's good," Patton replied, grinning back, "because I'm pretty sure the theme song just started again."
Roman's eyes widened, but it was too late: for the next minute that the theme song played, Patton's fingers were shoved directly into Roman's exposed armpits, dancing delicately in time to the music.
"This was such a fun game, Princey," Patton cooed in between Roman's screams of laughter, his legs desperately kicking the floor beneath them. "I think we should keep up our marathon all night long!"
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25 Raspberries
Patton was not necessarily an overdramatic fellow, so when he said that he was dying, he was pretty sure he was telling the truth.
Unfortunately for him, Virgil didn't seem nearly as concerned at Patton's revelation as he once again gave Patton a break to breathe.
"You want out?" he asked. Patton dropped his head back against the couch cushion, panting for a moment before before rapidly shaking his head.
"This is fun," he managed, craning his head up to smile toothily at Virgil. The emo side snorted at him.
"I hope it's fun, Popstar, 'cause you're not even halfway done. You sure you can handle it?"
His words made a few more stray giggles bubble out of Patton's mouth, incredulous. Not eve halfway? He'd already been raspberried within an inch of his life (again, not dramatic! It tickled so bad!) and he still had over a dozen more raspberries to go?
"You asked for this," Virgil sang lightly, rubbing his hands over the reddened skin of Patton's stomach. "We can take a break, or pick it up another day, or stop altogether. But you asked for raspberries, remember?"
Patton opened his mouth, but all that came out were even more giggles, and a stray snort or two as well. Virgil, amused, raised his hands off of Patton's stomach.
"Alright, so we're clearly gonna be here forever. Wanna go to your room so you can take a nap right afterwards?"
Patton nodded. "Good idea, kiddo!"
"Oh, I just had another good idea."
"What?"
Before Patton could blink Virgil shot down to blow yet another raspberry directly above his bellybutton, and Patton shrieked as he helplessly arched his back even further.
Valentine's Day Special: A Delicate Kiss (Moxiety)
I totally forgot that I wrote a Valentine’s Day story on Wattpad! Would’ve been nice if I remembered and posted on that day...anywho, here it is (like a week late). Hope you like it.
Human AU
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Virgil woke up early around four in the morning. He glanced to his left to find his boyfriend of two years sleeping comfortably with his back facing him. He then looked at the time and realized he had about two and a half hours to prepare everything for the day. With that thought in mind, he got up quietly so as to not disturb his snoozing lover, and he headed downstairs to put his plan into action.
~Saut de temps: deux heures (time skip: two hours)~
The sound of the alarm shouted in his ear as Patton reached over to turn it off. Patton rolled over and smiled in the direction of his beau but found the space empty. He shot up somewhat worried but was quick to calm down as he heard running water in their shared bathroom. He stepped inside in his baggy baby blue t-shirt and shorts to find Virgil brushing his teeth, and he wrapped his arms around his waist while kissing the back of his neck. Virgil shuddered at the touch before spitting out the excess toothpaste and turn in his lover's hold and pecking his forehead. "Good morning, babe," Virgil said softly. "Good morning,"Patton replied, "Happy Valentine's day, hun."
Virgil leaned down and kissed his Valentine, admiring the softness of his lips. They pulled away, and Virgil let Patton get ready for the day. Once he was ready, Virgil led him down the stairs, and his eyes widened at what they saw. Heart-shaped pancakes stood in a tower on both plates on the table. Red, heart balloons populated the ceiling. Red and pink roses in a baby blue vase decorated the center of the table. The kitchen was cleaned and swept; the living and dining rooms we're vacuumed, and Winnie the Pooh was ready to be played on the TV in the living room.
Virgil led Patton to the table, and they devoured the perfect pancakes that he made while enjoying a happy conversation. After eating they moved to the couch to cuddle and watch Patton's favorite movie. Virgil sat with his arm around Patton as he leaned into his hold. He blushed a little as Patton snuggled into his shoulder.
As the movie went on, Patton looked up at Virgil and stared for a small while. Virgil, suddenly disconcerted asked, "What? Is something wrong?" Patton just smiled and lightly pecked Virgil's neck, causing a shudder and deeper blush to take place. He responded happily, "Nothing's wrong. You just make me happy." Virgil smirked as he rolled his eyes fondly, "C'mon, no need for the mushy stuff."
Patton gave a small giggle as he kissed the same spot again, earning the same but slightly harsher reaction. "But I love you," he said he planted another kiss on another spot of his neck, "because you're sweet." He left another kiss, "and kind." And another, "and loving." And another, "and caring." Virgil half-heartedly pushed at his lover to end the kisses while trying to stifle his chuckles, "Patton, stohop. That tihickles."
Patton gave another giggle and replied, "That's another thing: you're adorable!" He then tackled his boyfriend down and started kissing all over his neck. Virgil could do nothing but laugh from the sensations. "Haha Pahahat, cut it ouhouhout!" Virgil yelped through his giggles. Patton just laughed with him, "I can't help it. You're so cute that I wanna eat you up!" He then blew multiple raspberries against his boyfriend's neck, earning him squeals and squeaky giggles.
By now, Virgil was getting tired of defending (even though he wasn't really trying that much anyway), so he decided to fight fire with fire. He reached down and scratched at Patton's sides, hearing a squeal with chuckles to follow instantly after. "Eehehehe nohoho!" Patton squeaked happily, recoiling from his attack and curling in at the ticklish touch.
"Hehehe stahahap!" Patton giggled as he tried to grasp Virgil's skilled fingers. Virgil snickered at his boyfriend's giggly state, "You started it. I thought you should at least get a taste of your own medicine." Virgil slipped Patton's shirt up and pinched and scratched at the soft and plump tummy skin. Patton couldn't contain his squealish laughter, "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA!" "And guess what flavor your medicine is, Pattycake," Virgil grabbed his attention again, but he couldn't respond due to his continuous cackles. He just shook his head violently because he knew exactly where this was going.
Virgil wrapped his arms around Patton's waist while still squiggling circle into his side to leave him in stitches. He leaned in to Patton's ear and whispered the one word that he was dreading, "Raspberries." With that, Virgil dropped down and blew a long and teasing one right in the middle of his tummy. Patton all but screamed in hysterics at the vibrating feeling. "AAAAAHAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAHAHAY! UNCLE! UNCLE!" Patton cried, and Virgil stopped his attack, rubbing away the ghostly tickles left on his lover's skin. He then left a kiss on his forehead and another, more gentle kiss on his lips full of love for the bubbly character in his arms.
"Patton," Virgil started, "I have something to ask you." The atmosphere seemed to have dropped from happy and adorable to more serious, leaving Patton to worry. He asked, "What is it, hun?" Virgil then pulled out a small, navy blue velvet box and got down on one knee in front of him, and Patton sat up instantly. Virgil then began his speech.
"Patton, these past three years have been the best years of my life. I've never gotten a chance to get to know someone as well as I know you. It had been a long while since the last time I opened my heart to someone. This time, it's as if you barged in and laid claim on your territory, and I'm so glad you did. Thank you for showing me how to love and the happiness you've given me. But something that would make me happier is if you answer my question: Patton Morale Hart, will you marry me?" Virgil opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver band with a baby blue aquamarine stone in the middle.
Patton stared speechlessly in shock at the ring. Virgil got nervous from his silence and asked, "Patton?" Patton shook out of his trance and said with a nervous chuckle, "I guess it's my turn to say something, isn't it?" Virgil gave a small nod but froze when he saw him pull out a small black velvet box. Patton started his speech.
"Virgil, I love you so much. I've always been the one to help make people happy, but I've never experienced true happiness until we started dating. You've given me that chance to actually be truly happy. I love the idea of waking up next to you. I enjoy the time we spend together. I treasure the happy memories that we share, and I want to make more with you. I can't imagine my life without you. So, Virgil Angus Black, if you please. Will you marry me?" Patton opened up his box and displayed a black band with an amethyst teardrop.
Both stared at each other with wide eyes but enormous grins grew to split their faces in two. They looked into each others eyes and simultaneously answered, "Yes." Patton launched himself into Virgil's arms, and they rolled a little on the floor from the momentum while laughing with such glee. When they sat up properly, they each picked up their purchased rings and slipped them on the respective fingers. A tender kiss overflowing with love, adoration, admiration, and affection was shared between the two, excited for the bright and happy future that they were going to have together.
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I was making myself happy as I was writing this. I was practically fangirling to myself...is that weird? That's probably weird. Oh well. I'm kinda proud with how this one came out. I hope you liked this fic.
I'll see you later Kings, Queens, and Non-Binary Nobles. And spread the love!❤
Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan (or whoever you wish!) Patton has always been the mind palace tickle monster and after a week of his evil ler moods and tickle attacks Logan turns the tables and gets revenge tickles?
With Ideas from @fluffymary and @ticklishlyflustered
Patton had been in a Ler mood. That was a vast understatement. There were three of them to tickle, and yet Logan hadn’t gone a day in the last week without being tickled to pieces at least twice.
Something had to be done.
And that was why Logan was setting up this game. This extremely dangerous game. Roman, helping him set up, had shaken his head in pity, clapping him on the back and half-jokingly saying that he hoped Logan was still alive the next day.
“Patton?”
“Yes?” Patton said, turning around with a twinkle in his eyes and sidling up to Logan, his hands already reaching towards sensitive sides.
“Wait! Not yet. Just come with me please.”
Patton looked curious enough to agree, and his hands backed away. That was good. If Logan was tickled even a little before starting the game he was positive that he would lose.
Logan led the way back to his room, which had been transformed into a ticklers paradise. The room was bright and airy, with feathers all over the walls. The feathers weren’t merely decoration, as each one could be removed and used. There were small dressers staring open, and showing their vast arrays of tickle tools. There was a chair with restraints, and one without, both set on wheels to be moved easily. The bed had stocks made into the footboard, strings already hanging over them for toe ties, and additional restraints ready as well. There was even soft, bouncy music playing, with a quick tempo that would be tortuous if tickles followed it.
Next to the bed was a mini-fridge with snacks and water, and on top of it a small clock.
Patton’s eyes were wide, and his grin was brighter and more evil than Logan had seen yet.
“I have a game,” Logan said. “And if you win, you can have me in here for the rest of the day.”
Patton’s eyes got even wider somehow.
“But if I win, I get to keep you in here as my Lee,” Logan said. He was struggling to keep his breathing and his voice even.
“What kind of game?” Patton asked.
“I’ll sit in that chair,” Logan said, gesturing to the plain one. “There will be a five minute time limit. You cannot touch me, or you will lose. And I cannot move. You will be free to move as you like, and to tease, and your goal will be to get me to react. If I move or laugh before the time runs out then you win.”
Patton bounced up and down, clapping his hands. “This is gonna be perfect! I’ll get to tease you to warm you up and then I’ll tickle you all day long!!!”
Logan’s face colored. He sat down in the chair, careful to keep his expression impassive. “The time starts now.”
A timer appeared on the wall, counting down from five minutes.
Logan breathed slowly. In and out. Measured. He had a small flame of Ler burning in his chest, and to win this game he would have to be sure it did not get snuffed out.
“Awww, is little Lee Lo trying so hard to win?” Patton cooed, his mouth so close to Logan’s ear that he could feel the warm breath tickling.
Logan stared straight ahead, breathing in, and out. Slowly. Measured.
Patton crossed over to the wall to pick up a feather and play with it, twirling it between his fingers. “This is so wonderful, Lo, for you to set all this up for me! I’m gonna put your feet in these stocks, and tie back those little toesies so they can’t squirm away, and then just think of all the things I could do! I could flutter this feather just beneath your toes, or saw it back and forth between them, or I could poke with the pokey end and scribble little lines with it!”
Logan’s face grew steadily warmer, and he fought not to look at Patton, who was happily demonstrating with his hands. The only way he managed to stay still was imagining that he, if he won, would be doing the exact same things to Patton. It would be Patton’s feet trapped in stocks, his toes mercilessly pulled back where they couldn’t protect themselves, and Logan would be the one controlling the feather.
Even so, his breathing broke it’s methodical pattern, especially as Patton kept going to different tools in the room, explaining in excruciating detail how he was going to use each one of them. His eyes followed Patton’s movements, and his face grew redder with every smirk.
His lip trembled slightly, and he clenched his jaw. Breathe. Just slow down. Ignore Patton entirely. Breathe. Focus of the rush of air in and out.
Suddenly a feather was directly in front of his face, millimeters away from his nose, and capturing all his attention. The feather slowly moved sideways, before darting towards his ear. Logan barely suppressed the flinch, but the feather didn’t touch him. It was a ploy.
He pointedly looked away from it, and from all other cruel teases Patton kept trying, wiggling fingers darting in so close, but not quite touching.
“Awww, does little Lo want so badly to not get tickled?” Patton asked in a babying voice. “The tickles are just too much for his ticklish skin?”
The word alone was hard to resist, but the tone and the smile made it much worse. Logan was breaking, his tiny flame of Ler sputtering out. He was going to move, going to laugh, going to be tickled to pieces and then tickled more and there would be nothing he could do about it and—
A loud beep startled him, and he jumped, but it was the timer going off. He’d won. He’d won!!
Logan slumped over in the chair, a few giggles spilling out as he dropped his rigid guard.
Patton was oddly silent, and Logan was more than surprised when he finally sat back up to see a soft blush and some embarrassed shifting and shirt twisting.
“Are you… in a lee mood… already?”
Patton’s blush deepened as he looked at the floor. “I had kinda been hoping you guys would fight back harder…” he mumbled.
Logan gaped. “You’ve been in a Lee mood this whole time?!”
“Not the whole time!” Patton protested. “Just, maybe, a lot of it.”
Logan had to take a moment to absorb that. That Patton could be so evil while in a lee mood. How??
Meanwhile, Patton was shyly sitting on the edge of the bed and still fiddling with his shirt.
Logan snapped out of his shock, trying to build up his little flame of Ler. If Patton was in a truly strong Lee mood, then he’d need it.
Logan snapped, and Patton had changed into comfy pajamas, shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Patton immediately covered his mouth, small giggles slipping out through his fingers.
“Oh, you’re giggling already?” Logan said, starting to maneuver Patton into the middle of the bed. “What’s going to happen once I really start?”
“Ihi don’t know,” Patton said gleefully, giggles slipping out even faster now.
Logan locked Patton’s feet into the stocks, but left his socks on. There’d be plenty of time for that later.
Patton was already rolling back and forth and giggling hard into his hands, but his giggling just got louder as Logan pulled his arms up above his head.
“You realize,” Logan said, lowering his voice. “That I have a whole week of tickles to get revenge for.”
Patton giggled even harder, and Logan still hadn’t tickled him even one time, but he was going to lose his breath at this rate.
Logan sat on his thighs and set his hands on his belly. “You’ll have to calm down, dear.”
“Ihihi cahan’t!” Patton said, snorting with how fast the giggles were coming.
Logan moved his hands in slow, heavy circles, almost certain not to tickle. “Then no tickles for you.”
“Whyhyhy?” Patton giggled, his voice heavily tinged with whine.
“Because you will pass out, and that will be fun for neither of us.”
Patton tried to pout, but it really didn’t work when he was still giggling. He tried to stop himself, taking in deeper breaths.
“I would not want you to laugh yourself to unconsciousness,” Logan said. “Certainly later I will enjoy bringing you close, but to do that you must begin in a calmer frame of mind.”
Patton threw his head back and forth. “Thehen dohohon’t tease!”
Logan smiled. Ok, maybe this was feeding his Ler fire. But clearly instructing Patton to calm himself wasn’t working. Perhaps after the first big tickle and laugh he would be able to calm down slightly.
So Logan went from rubbing with his palms to rubbing with his fingertips, and Patton burst into crazed laughter. He thrashed back and forth, as if the light tickles were torture. Logan smirked and kept it up until he was certain that he’d driven every other thought out of Patton’s mind. He slowed down, and pulled his hands away.
“There you are, my sweet Lee. How was that for a start?”
As he had hoped, the laughter faded as it normally did, into softer giggles and panting. “Goohood.”
He leaned up to stroke the hair out of Patton’s face. “You also did very well. Would you like some water before we continue?”
Patton nodded.
Logan helped him get a drink, and then settle back in. “Now you get a bit more break until I find the perfect feather.”
Patton giggled a little, but not the uncontrollable giggles from earlier. But now Logan wanted those giggles, but he wanted them at his control. So he picked a large feather, quite soft, and with a fringe that dangled along the entire thing. And he also picked a very small, very, very soft feather, and tucked it into his shirt pocket.
He held the large feather up so Patton could see, before feeding it underneath his shirt, so the stiff end poked out of the collar. The entire process, of course, he made as tickly as possible, and Patton was kept giggling, happy squirming, and brightly smiling.
But from there, the slightest wiggle of the end and the large feather tickled nearly Patton’s entire torso, especially his belly.
“Lohoho! It tihihickles!” Patton said, his eyes squinted nearly shut from his smile.
“Does it?” Logan said, and he couldn’t resist wiggling the feather to make Patton burst into giggles again.
“It does!” Patton squealed, his words coming out in a rush to try and squeeze them between the many giggles.
“Well then, let’s try a very easy game,” Logan said, settling into position and pulling out the smaller feather.
He started dragging it slowly along Patton’s jawline. “All~ you have to do is stay still. And you’re already all tied up here, so it’s so easy!”
Patton’s giggles grew again as the feather neared his ear. “Lohoho, wahait!”
But Logan knew exactly what he was doing, and spun the feather between his fingers right at the sweet spot. Patton let out a sharp shriek, jerking his head away and rubbing it against his shoulder before a sudden burst of giggles flowed out.
“Oh dear,” Logan said, without a hint of pity to his tone. “Looks like you’ve lost.”
He wiggled the larger feather and Patton squirmed all over, giggles having graduated to laughter.
“Lo, please!” Patton tried to beg, his words all broken up by laughter.
And finally Logan did have mercy, letting go of the feather. But not too much mercy, as he already knew that until Patton could stop giggling the feather would still be tickling, and at his current hypersensitive state, it would tickle almost as much as if Logan was still actively wiggling it.
Logan had intended to leave Patton to giggle himself out, but he very quickly found that he was most definitely in a Ler mood now, and wiggling his fingers gently in Patton’s hollows to get even more laughter was just too good an opportunity to pass up.
And then Logan heard the shift in Patton’s tone that indicated that it was getting to be too much. Patton was such a happy Lee, but he couldn’t be tickled to silence like Virgil could, at least not in the same ways. A quick silent laugh was fun for him, but too long and he got tired. So Logan removed the feather, and even did so without any extra fanfare.
Patton needed a long break after that, and demanded cuddles, which Logan agreed to as long as Patton didn’t fall asleep just yet. Because he was nowhere near done.
Finally, though Patton was trying to act more sleepy than he was, the break was over.
Logan got set back up, warming up with a few gentle scribbles on Patton’s belly. The soft giggling and slight squirming alerted him to a problem in his plan, however, and he went to pull out the slack in the restraints, so Patton could move even less.
“Whahat are you doing?” Patton asked nervously.
“Well, dear, there’s a place I know that you’re extremely ticklish, and there will surely be a lot of thrashing, so I’m making sure that you’re still enough that you cannot stop me from very thoroughly enjoying myself.”
Patton’s face went red, and he tugged a bit at his legs, as if sensing Logan’s goal. Logan sat over his hips, trailing his fingers from Patton’s knees up.
“Are you ready to scream, Patton?”
Patton squirmed hard, and then Logan squeezed the muscles in his thighs. Patton certainly did scream. It was one of his worst spots, made far worse by the fact that it wasn’t very often targeted, and now Logan just wouldn’t leave it alone. Up and down his thighs, almost anywhere got him a truly fantastic reaction.
“Lohoho!” Patton laughed, and then was cut off by another scream. “Tihihickles so bahahad!!”
“That is the point, darling, I’m getting revenge for a whole week of tickle monster Patton.”
“Plehehease!” Patton shrieked, squealing as Logan’s fingers strayed down too far and wiggled beneath his kneecaps.
“Please tickle you more? You don’t need to ask, Patton, that’s what I intend to do.”
It was only a few more seconds before Patton’s laughter went silent, and Logan knew he’d have to stop or there would be another long break. So he got up, and wheeled the chair around to the foot of the bed, slowly unlacing Patton’s shoes while he got his breath back.
Patton’s giggles returned as his socks were pulled away, and he scrunched and wiggled his feet around.
“We’ll play another game,” Logan said calmly, hiding a smirk. “If you can keep your feet still, I’ll tickle them. But if you can’t, I’ll come back for those thighs again.”
“No!!” Patton yelled immediately, his voice all whiny and giggly.
“Well, then, you just have to keep your feet still. And if you’ll just spread your toes for me, that would be greatly appreciated.”
Patton let out a long whine, cut with little giggles as Logan immediately started fluttering a feather around his feet.
“You’re wiggling too much, I’ll have to—“
“Noooo!”
“Alright~ hold a bit more still,” Logan teased, deliberately sawing the feather between his last two toes.
Patton let out a teeny squeal, scrunching his feet up as tight as he could.
“Ah, ah, ahh~ I’ll have to come after those thighs again, won’t I?”
“Lohogan I caaan’t!!” Patton whined. “I trihied!”
“I see…” Logan said, setting the feather aside. “Should I help you then, by tying up these toes that you can’t keep under control?”
There was another long whine from Patton.
“Or I can have more fun with those thighs~”
“Ahhhhhhh… fiiiinnnneee.”
“Fine, what? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re saying,” Logan teased, starting to poke at the little toes to watch them curl.
“You can tie my toes…” Patton muttered. “Meanie.”
“Oh, I’m the meanie?” Logan said, tying the string to the stocks and starting to wind it around his big toe. “What about you, tickle monster?”
Patton just let out a whine, flopping his weight around on the bed.
“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll push that bad mood away with tickles in just a moment,” Logan said, enjoying very much the taking his time in capturing each little toe and prying it back. “There. Now what was it that you always enjoyed? Little piggy?”
Patton giggled at just the name. “Lohoho!”
“How does it go?” Logan said, scratching his finger underneath Patton’s big toe. “This little piggy…”
Patton was giggling hard, even his toes not enough to make him fully laugh, as his feet weren’t nearly as ticklish as the rest of him. “Maharket.”
“Ah, yes. This little piggy maharket.” Logan said drily, still scratching gently beneath the same toe, which Patton was trying and failing to wiggle away.
“Noooo, Lohohoho!”
“That’s not right either?” Logan asked.
Patton suddenly burst out with the full line, but so broken up with giggles as Logan scribbled over the ball of his other foot that it could barely be understood.
“Loho, I want different tickles!” Patton said, the words clear despite coming out through whining giggles.
“Different tickles?” Logan asked, coming back to sit on the bed. “You want me to give up my revenge for different tickles?”
Patton nodded, puppy eyes already at full power. “I want belly tickles. Please?”
Well, the please broke down any resistance Logan may have had. He brushed his hand gently over Patton’s flushed cheeks, and Patton leaned happily into the soft touch.
“And would you like to get untied for the belly tickles?”
Patton nodded. “Just some.”
So Logan released Patton’s feet, and Patton scooted himself so his arms had some extra slack. Logan settled over his thighs to roll his shirt up.
“Now where does this belly want to be tickled?”
Patton’s giggles were happier and lighter. “Ihin the middle.”
So Logan started in the middle, with light scribbles and trailing fingers pulling the lighter happy giggles out by the dozens. And if he maybe squeezed at Patton’s hips sometimes to get some louder laughter, well, neither of them minded that a bit.
Logan made sure to keep Patton awake until it was a more reasonable bedtime, but the tickles grew lighter and lighter, and by the time he fell asleep Patton was blissed out with soft, gentle touches.
Mostly tickles because yeah, I have no control in my life anymore ahcahcahcanvagcahca.
Random concept just because:
- Superhero Patton
- "Villain" Janus (he doesn't do any really bad crime, he just wanna see some chaos :3).
They found each other in the t-community and when they aren't busy fighting with each other they chat, are silly and cute (and teasy, sure)
So
After some time they discover that both live in the same city! Yay!
They agree in meeting each other! :D
They met each other :D
"Holy sh*t it's my enemy."
"... I wonder if he can recognize me without the mask?"
Surprise! They both can!
But they don't talk about it because yeah, they don't wanna risk in telling the other something he doesn't know.
They had a really good time together as normal citizens! :D
(~*~)
In the next fight Janus can't control his mouth and ends up teasing Patton, who was not prepared to be Lee in the middle of a fight, but ohboi, he is not the "Shiny Switch" (his user on internet) for nothing, ok?
Yeah, now they randomly throw teases at each other while they're fighting and sometimes even put feathers in their hero/villain clothes because
Ya know
:]c
Evil puproses.
But they don't talk with each other about it because if Patton tells he is aware of who Janus is in "Real Life" he will have to arrest him.
And Janus doesn't say nothing because he knows Patton's dilemma and no, thank you, he doesn't wanna go to jail.
Featuring:
- * -) Janus, as the evil villain who saw Patton's new post saying "OK, this made me Lee akkqvgqfhfqrdahcwhfw *image of million hearts*" and came up with a quick plan where he sent a secret message to the hero telling he has a few hostages and "If you want them alive, you better hurry" just to catch the other in a trap and tickle him because "I can't believe you fall for that, it's literally the oldest trick of the world. Well, guess I will have to teach you a lesson about not running into traps." and disappearing (after a discrete hugs and some aftercare uwu) when he notices the hero had enough.
- * - ) And also Patton! Who a few days after this episode called Janus to go to his house to watch some movies and "Oh, I didn't knew this one had so many tickle-scenes! Silly me! :3" and rewinds all of that scenes because "I didn't get the conversation they were having before! Just one more time, I promisse!" ("YOU SAID THIS THE LAST FIVE TIMES!!!") until he finally tickles the poor blushed boyo.
(~*~)
An AU full of:
"Oh, I can't believe the big, bad villain Apophis [Yeah, like the Snake in egyptian mythology, I'm a nerd sush] it's so, soooooo much ticklish! Awwwwwwww! And he can snorts too!! Let's hear it again! Boop, boop, boop! Tickle tickle tickle!!! Aaaa! You are so adorable I could eat you!" *raspberry*
And:
"My, my, a bit sensitive, are we? How unfortunate would that be if some enemy of yours discovered about it, don't you think? Ops, sorry, sorry, my hands slipped. Ops, they slipped again. ~ "
Together with all the """""" subtle"""""" teases in their normal life
"Good thing you aren't a supervillain, right? I mean, just a few squeezes here and there and here too and everwhere and then you would be totally defeated Hehehe!"
"Thank God you aren't a supehero, my gigglebug. Can you imagine all the rumors? Someone would tell *changing a bit the tune of his voice* 'Oh, that ticklish superhero?' and then the other would answer 'Yeah, yeah, that one so incredibly sensitive that just some scribbles are enough to makes him a giggly mess...' Huh? Can you imagine that, my blushy Lee?"
A/N: SPOILERS FOR THE NEWEST EPISODE! ["Why is Dating Scary?"] I loved this episode so much and the younger versions of them were so adorable so I wanted to write for each of them.
Sidenote: Left Brain and Right Brain with be written as an acronym in the tags so if there is already a tag made for them, let me know so I can fix it, please and thank you ^^
Character(s): Logan Sanders (+ Left Brain), Roman Sanders (+ Vision), Patton Sanders (+ Right Brain), Virgil Sanders (+ 20y Version), Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders
Concept(s): Roman gets tickled by Vision, Roman tickles Vision back, Patton gets tickled by Right Brain, Right Brain tickles Patton back, Logan gets tickled by Left Brain, Logan tickles Left Brain back, Younger Virgil gets tickled by Virgil, Virgil tickles Younger Virgil back, Remus gets revenge on Janus, Everyone is ticklish
Pairing(s): N/A
Synopsis: Short drabbles of the Sides and their younger halves; Remus getting his "revenge" on Janus for not being in the video
Trigger(s): N/A (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)
Word Count: 196 words; 150 words; 303 words; 202 words; 195 words
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Roman
"Stop with your… shoulder… trickery, older me!"
"Well, I would stop if you would just…"
What started as playful shoving, turned into full-on roughhousing as the two started clamping their hands down on different parts of the body, including Vision taking a jab at Roman's underarms. This caused the prince to jump back a bit and cover that area!
"Ah ha! I seem to have found your weakness."
"Oh great. Another person to be a pain in the—"
Roman squawked as Vision went under his underarms.
"Lihihihittle me! Se-seize this!"
"Little you?! I'm 21!"
"Stihihihill— AHAHAHAHAHA! NOTTHERIBS!"
"I will vaniquish thee with the power of three… fingers!"
Roman curled into himself.
"Nohohohoho! No fingers! Stop pohohoking me!"
"Never! You will surely perish here, or my name isn't—"
Vision squealed when Roman squeezed his sides. Vision let go of Roman for a moment, only to get trapped into a semi-bear hug by the creative aspect.
"Come n-now, bigger me. I was just messing around."
Vision giggled when Roman went for his sides.
"Yes, of course~ And I want to play a game. Let's see how long it takes before you are cackling like a witch~"
"EHEHEHEVIL! NOHOHOHOHO!"
~_~_~_~_~_~
Patton
"And you just look so precious! I could literally just squeeze you!"
Right Brain snickered as Patton squished his face and booped his nose.
"Well it's nice to see that I went from being a little ol' tadpole to big ol' froggo!"
Patton nodded as he gave Right Brain another tight hug, this time accidentally scratching his back in a very tickly way. The younger Patton giggled again.
"Bahahahack! My bahahack!"
"Oh what is it, RB? Ticklish back?"
Right Brain gasped and giggled more pressure was applied to his spine by a few walking fingers.
"Mehehehehe?! Nohohohoho!"
"Why yes! Yes, I will tickle tickle you because you deserve it, RB!"
Despite the fact Patton was having fun, when Right Brain got his small bit of revenge by getting his sensitive ears, he didn't fight back. It was so fun to just be able to look back on him in nostalgic.
~_~_~_~_~_~
Logan
"So you are me… but from the future?"
"Yes. Though I would believe that this shouldn't make any logical sense."
"It, in fact, does not."
Left Brain kept circling Logan, clearly in awe of meeting him older self.
"And you claim that you don't feel emotions?"
"It doesn't make sense for me to, no."
"But that would be a logical fallacy. Seeing that the brain creates the stimuli that would cause emotional reactions to occur one would assume that it must come from the brain naturally."
Logan stiffened at that remark. That's when Left Brain noticed and tried his best to backtrack.
"Wh-what I meant to say was that… it's nothing against you— us. We are the brain, or at least, one half of it."
Logan shook his head and put a hand on Left Brain's shoulder.
"You made a… veracious statement. I can't disagree with it wholeheartedly."
Left Brain's eyes widen.
"So you can feel emotions??"
"If your theory is correct, then, yes. Yes, I can."
Left Brain lightly gripped Logan's hips and made him slightly jump, choking out a chuckle. The younger logic looked on in awe.
"Ooh~ Fascinating~"
"Now… wahahait! Left… plehehehease!"
"I didn't know we had ticklish hips! Right Brain always is going for my neck and sides."
Logan tried to lightly shove Left Brain away but to no avail. Eventually, Logan just let his ankles buckle, toppling over onto the ground. Left Brain stopped.
"Are you okay… uhh… Logic?"
"Affirmative."
Left Brain helped Logan back up once Logan's breathing became neutral again.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
"Now…"
Logan puts Left Brain into a gently side hold as he poked the latter's hipbone.
"… I think a requital is an order."
"Whahahahat? Nohohohohoho."
Logan didn't enjoy this. Absolutely not. His younger self wasn't adorable in anyway. That would be silly.
~_~_~_~_~_~
Virgil
"Neat jacket, Anxiety~"
"I actually have a name now. Virgil."
The young fearful trait stared at Virgil for a moment, his fingers grazing Virgil's palm. The older Side snickered under his breath.
"Woah! What was that?"
"Uhuhuhuh… I'm tickl—"
Oh right. His younger self was very reserved and didn't get tickled until later in life when he met the Light Sides officially. Virgil snickered more as the younger version of himself gripped his hand and scratched into the crevices.
"Cool!"
"Ehehehehehehe! Nuhuhuhuhu!"
The latter Virgil stopped after a few minutes, which allowed Virgil to take a few breaths to stop from cackling louder.
"Whahat did you stop for?"
"I felt you were getting more uncomfortable. So I stopped."
"Ihihihi… I was fine…"
The younger anxious trait blinked a few times before nodding. Virgil held his hands out and asked if his younger self wanted to feel the sensation too. He nodded slowly. Virgil wiggled his fingers into the others palm, causing him to back up more against the wall, using the other hand to hold onto Virgil's shoulder.
"Nohohohoho! Ihihihit's weird! It feheheheels weird!"
"That's what it's supposed to feel like. Let's see if the backs are ticklish too."
"Oh… oh nohohoho…"
~_~_~_~_~_~
Remus & Janus
"… and you just LEFT ME HERE! All aloooooone!"
Remus' theatrics were always welcomed… if Janus hadn't already spent the better half of the day dealing with the others dramatic asses.
"You were alone for a very limited amount of time."
Remus pouted.
"It's not fair! I wanted to go too!"
"And do what exactly, darling?"
"Have fun!"
"We didn't even get to see you or me in the past."
Remus gasped.
"How booooring! We were a dynamic duo even back then!"
"Yes, yes. I know you are upset but in essence… I wasn't the one to entirely keep you repressed today."
"Suuure, Janny."
Remus tackled Janus down to the bed and held his arms up. The snake aspect jumped out of his skin a bit when Remus, scratched behind his ears.
"Revenge is best served cold~"
"Remus? Rehehehemus no!"
Remus giggled evilly as he watched Janus try to squirm away from his tickly fingers and tentacles. It was all playful bickering and fighting. Nothing too serious but still he would have Janus there until he passes out or he apologizes. Janus had a lot of resistance against Remus' antics so this would take a while.
