#Kanene'sFic

[kanene-yaaay]

The prank

 [Or Gang Tickles – 6º Tickletober]

Author’s note:  Heyaaa! It’s been a while! Howz you doin’? xP

This is my first and probably last fanfic with Thomas :D).

Sorrey, I really loved the idea, but write about someone who is alive and in the same universe, world and continet as me is a little strange to me. :’’v

I’m pretty sleepy right now, so... sorrey for the ending, it was not my best dfghjkjhggh. ;w;)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belongs to Thomas Sanders! Yaaay!

* This is a SFW Tickle-fic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another arts. There are a lot of wonderful arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is a Lee!Thomas fic with Ler!Logan/Patton/Roman/Virgil

* Something around 2500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This idea, like most of the good ideas came from NOWHERE! It’s pretty funny to write, tho. Hope you all enjoy it!

* Oneshot em Português! (Brasileiro) Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Don’t prank anyone. Or prank if they don’t mind it. Byeioo!~

                              [ ~*~] 

“No!” Thomas held the pillow as if it was a weapon, accusingly aiming it at Roman. His face was taken by a concentrated look, stiff muscles and apurated senses, alarmed at any and every noise that could indicate the sudden presence of any of his other sides. Roman took a pillow on his own, an excited grinning opening on his face, accepting the challenge. “You don’t take any step further! I have this pillow and I’m not afraid to use it!!”

 “Then let the duel begin!! Creation against creator! The prince and the pauper!” He gesticulated, emphasizing his words, both starting to encircle each other. “But I have to tell you, Thomas, that the battle against the Dragon Witch has masterfully increased my fencing skills!!” Tense shoulders, eyes prepared for any move. “And, I fear that after your evil actions, you are destined to have the same end!”

 A quiet click snapped behind him. The human spun around and ran fast enough to see from the corner of his eyes a shape wearing a cardigan falling on the ground after his failed attempt to catch Thomas from behind. All of his moral conscience to come back and help him was buried by the certainty of fate waiting for his soul in the exact moment that their hands grabbed him.

 His feet quickly guided the adult to his room, heading him towards his closet, knowing that it was the perfect secret hideout. He slipped in the rough turn although, what really nearly made him fall on the floor (and let out a high pitched scream, not that he was ever going to admit it) was the figure who was already waiting for him with crossed arms, leaning in the door of the small adjoining room.

 “Closet, the perfect secret hideout.” Virgil dislodged his form from the frame, closing the door’s room with a fast gesture. His face looked even more macabre with his purple hoodie partly hiding it. “Honestly, you underestimate how much we know you, Thomas.”

 “Precisely.” The adult didn’t need to look back to be aware that Logan had just positioned himself a few feet from him, probably coming out of some dark corner. His eyes flew in the door's direction. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, his breath beginning to become erratic. 

Thomas could hear Patton and Roman approaching, if he sprinted away right now, he could use the surprise element to dodge them, get out, take his car and then drive to the nearest airport to escape, who knows.  

 He blinked, and then Virgil was less than eight feet away from him, half the way between Thomas and the closet. He felt his eyes widen in a mix of fear and astonishment.

 “Uh huh.” Virgil shook his finger, a mischievous smile adorning his face. “I’m your Flight or Fight instinct, remember? You won’t want to race with me. ~”

 “And do not bother to make an escape plan from here either. I already calculated every possible route and made sure to let everyone aware about your probable reactions. Roman and Patton are more than capable of stopping you if you for some unknown reason manage to pass by us.”

 “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Virgil spoke again and Thomas started to retreat, finally being able to see both sides at the same time as he was cornered. “You knew very well what was going to happen when you dyed our costumes pink.”

 “Come on, guys…” 

Logan’s glasses glinted, making it impossible to see the glare he had behind the lenses. Virgil continued serious, not even glancing at Roman and his crazy smile or Patton with his innocent expression, which, for some reason, provoked shivers to run down his spine. His legs hit his bed, a nervous smile starting to spread across his face.

“It was just a prank! And the color looks nice on all of you! Patton!!” His tone was almost desperate, his eyes meeting with the paternal side’s one. “You said you love this color! Didn’t they look much better like this?

 “Oh, they sure did, Timothy!” He always switched his name when he wanted to be silly, voice full with excitement. “However, I’m also your moral side and we both know very well that we can’t change other people's things without their permission!”

 Thomas gave the last glare to everyone  before immediately throwing himself on the bed, which seemed to shake them all from their frozen stance and start some sort of a race. Suddenly, all the sides were bolting towards him, only to have to brake at the last moment when the human raised his left hand, a triumphant shout echoing.  

 Logan felt his breath and voice get stuck in his throat. Thomas wouldn’t be capable of…

 “STEP BACK OR I WILL NOT ANSWER FOR MY ACTS!” Thomas shook the Crofter’s jar hanging just a few feet above the floor. Patton holds Logan’s hands, who had the most betrayed expression the human had ever witnessed. He and Virgil controlled themselves into not barking out a laughter with the thick silence that spread throughout the room.

 “Oh, found field! How can such devilish thoughts come from a simple human being??” Roman got closer with firm footsteps, stopping only when the other threatened to drop the jelly. “Let the hostage go and we maybe have mercy on you!!”

 “I… don’t think that is how the bargains work, princey.”

 “Oh.” The creative  side put his hand on his chest, staring at Virgil. Looking as he was personally offended by his input. “But, well, my dear knightmare, at least I AM trying to do something about it! I’m not seeing any of-”

 “GOT IT!!” Thomas yelled when he felt the jelly being pulled quickly from his hands, had been too involved in the small arguing to notice Logan shinking out and appearing at his side. A big ‘oof’ escaped from his lips when Patton jumped on him and sat on his thighs.

 “And I got him!!“ And stared at him with bright eyes and a smile that made the other’s heart melt a bit. This prank was getting better than he expected. “Hello-lo-lo, Tanner!”

 “This nahahame doesn't even sound lihihike minehe!” Dang. The giggles. Of course that they would already appear, even before it all began. He stared with half euphoria and half light fear at each of the sides who shot glances towards him.

 “So, what are we gonna do with him?” Mischievous, but a little worried.

 (Virgil… always a lot more soft than he would dare to admit.)

 “Ohoho. His destiny had already been sealed the moment he casted his wicked spell on our garments!” Playful and evil. Roman cracked his knuckles.

(Always loved this part of the pranks, even though most of the time they were his ideas.)

 “Virgil, I believe it’s time for you to be aware of a… method we have to make Thomas learn a lesson.” Methodological and full of brightness.

 (Likes these moments more than he even thinks to admit.)

 Thomas squirmed, observing Logan disappear from his vision’s field and going to his feet. He ALWAYS went to the feet!! Dang, dang, dang!

 “Ohh. Yes!! This always makes him apologize so quickly!” The paternal figure wriggled his fingers at him, leading to more and more giggles to flow from the adult’s lips before he sealed them tightly, eyes equally closed in an attempt to ignore their teasing. “It didn’t make him learn the entire lesson yet, but it’s a work in progress!”

 Virgil finally understood what was happening there and felt himself sigh in relief. Of course this would be their punishment…

  His thoughts were interrupted by Thomas’ squeal which succeeded to research a breeze of freedom when Roman poked one of his armpits, scribbling and prodding, breaking in a smirk as the ‘victim’ started to squirm.

 “Choose your place, Panic at Everywhere, because the show is about to start!”

The purple lover one stared at the others, feeling his cheeks hot with blush with all the glares observing him, quickly going to the first place that looked free: the legs. Logan gave him a little nod, holding his feet in a headlock, a small grin shining in his face.

 “Countdown!!” Patton happily announced.

 “GUYS, NO!! Plehehease! It was just a prank!!” He already had a gigantic smile painted on his expression, his nerves in an electric anticipation.

 “Three!” Roman grabbed one of his arms, holding it above Thomas’ head. The adult tried to push him without much enthusiasm.

 “They’re more good-looking now! For reheheal!!!”

 “Twooo!” Patton raised the tip of his shirt as he sang the number, softly tracing a finger around his belly button, leading titters and quiet snorts to start to pile in his throat.

 “Ack! Pahahahahahatton!!! Think about it as a gift!”

 “One.” Logan traced his index finger in random parts of the other souls, as if studying which place he should begin.

 “Nononononono! Guys!!!”

 But the silence installed on the room. Everyone turned back to Virgil, who immediately felt his face burn. He never had been in this situation before so he just figured out that they just were… well, er… It was that…

 “Virgil!” Unconsciously, the fear’s representation closed his hands, which, for Thomas’ misfortune, led to his fingers curling on his thigh, making him jump with the sensation. “Vihihihihirgil!! No!”

  The purple lover met the shine in his eyes, the smile and the excitement in his voice. Without even realising his own predatory grin took control over his expression.

 “Go.”

 Everyone attacked at once.

 “Nah! GUHUHuhuhuhuhUYS!!!”

 Thomas’ mind was crazy. He was absolutely sure of that. He had hands poking and scratching his axillaries, had fingers wriggling in his navel, had nails slowly and meticulously dancing through all his feet and had hands squeezing and kneading every inch of his thighs.

 It was unbearable.

The laughter left his mouth in an uncontrollable avalanche, in intensities he didn’t even know he was capable of researching. His face was on flames. His entire body vibrated with the strength of his squeals.

 It was amazing.

 “PLEHEheheheAHAHAHAHAHA” The words didn’t complete themselves. His head went from side to side. Squeaks and shrieks floated through the air. His body squirmed in a kind of dance, trying in every possible way to stop all the feeling and having absolutely zero success in all his attempts.

 Not to mention the others’ laughter. It was his favorite part. Listen to everyone laughing together, in harmony. Just like a very different and eccentric family. Everything on the scenario seemed to remind him about this: the warm in his heart, the butterflies in his belly, the chorus of smiles…

 The tickles decreased, giving him a chance to drink sips of oxygen.

 “My Gohohohohod.” His smile went ear to ear. He couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to help it. He closed his eyes, letting all the giggles come out without making an minimal effort to stop them.

 “So, Thomas, there is something that you would like to tell us?”

 The human didn’t even know it was possible for his blush to grow even more. He remembered this part more than he would be able to admit.

 “I am sohoho-” Roman scratched his nails on his neck,  being sure to scribble right on this tiny, ticklish and defenseless spot right behind his ear. “No!!” The series of snorts interrupted his phrase. He shook his head, trying to make the playful and unfair attack to stop. “Rohohohohohman!!!”

 “Sorry, Thomas. I think I didn’t understand what you just said. Could you repeat pwease?” Patton blinked a few times, his naive smile unbothered by all the wiggles and squirms every tickle shock made him do.

“I’m soho-” the one wearing a Steven Universe’s shirt widened his eyes when he saw the moral aspect starting to take a very exaggerated and very deep breath, leaning his head down. “Patton!!! Come ohohon! NoAHAHAHAHAHA!” The loud raspberry buzzed in a horrible manner, vibrating across his nerves. His head was thrown with the force of his laughter, any and every word that would be said lost in the middle of hiccups and shrieks.

 “I think you’re not taking this lesson seriously enough, Thomas.” Even from afar, the adult could perceive the small smirk in the expression of the most rational side, which, together with the totally serious tune, only helped to increase his bubbly giggling flow.

 “Wait, no! Wait!! I meant I’m sohoHOHOHOHO-!!” Logan took the other’s previous example, assaulting his feet with little raspberries on his arches and under his toes, taking the opportunity to escape some squeezes and pinches on his calves, his efforts being rewarded by a melody of belly laughter, incomprehensible pleas and thrashing. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME SPEHAHAHAHAK!!”

Logan stopped and they gave him a few moments to retrieve his breath.

“Hmm. I don’t know, guys. I think we should give him a shot. I have this weird feeling he wants to tell us something.” Virgil smiled, just because the entire situation was too adorable to do anything but this. The prankster looked grateful as his free hand wiped a couple of tears on his cheeks.

 “Thahahahahanks. I-I hihi- you guys are hohorrible-” he took another deep breath, shiny eyes. “I am so-” 

In less than a blink of an eye Virgil kneaded his two thighs at once, Thomas’ body arching before hitting the mattress with full force, legs kicking non stop, yet the purple lover continued his task, concentrating his attack on that sweet, weak spot on his inner thighs, squeezing them as fast as he could. The other’s voice faded for a piece of moment before coming back at full speed. - 

“VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!”

 “Tsc. Yep. I guess it was just my impression. It is just a bunch of adorable laughing, tsk, Thomas, I expected more from you.”

But he only continued for a few seconds before interrupting the tickling, giving him a break.

“Guess we will have to continue with the lesson until we proceed to tickle,” Logan’s voice, as always, was calm and plain, repeating the cursed word slowly, as if testing all its syllables, “tickle, tickle and tickle a bit of respect of you.”

“One would think he would’ve learned by now! With how much awfully ticklish and helpless he is…” Patton shook his head, faking sadness, doing his best to not smile with the adult’s embarrassed half groan, half whine, “Well, but at least, he can get all the tickly tingly tickles and kitchy kitchy coos he could ever want!”

“Shut up!!” Thomas protested, holding no real heat behind his words.

“Why, does the teasing make you all blush-y? Awww, is Thomathy too much weak for some itsy bitsy teasy teases?” Roman only smirked wider when Thomas tried to hide his red face, poking his armpits and making him lower his arms to protect them, his smile brightening the room. “We all know how much you just love all of this! Every. Single. Part.” He prodded his ribs at each word.

“Plehehease!”

“Please tickle you?” Virgil chuckled, dangerously. “You heard him, guys.”

 Everyone attacked again, although this time with less vigor, compensating that lack with hundreds of “Who has the cutestest laugh? Is yoooou!”, “Tickle tickle tickle!”, “Who is the most ticklish human of the entire world? Could you tell us, Thomas??” and "Kitty kitty coo”. 

Which, honestly, Thomas didn’t know if it was better or worse.

 Everything stopped a couple of minutes later with a Thomas lying on the bed panting, trying to get rid of the residual giggles while every side summoned their costumes, needing only a snap of fingers to fix the prank.

 “Really? You just needed to do that to fix them?” His tone was incredulous, his betrayed face being hard to be taken seriously with the red that still painted his cheeks and chuckles which still flew in the air.

 “Sure. As everything about us they are made of imagination, it wouldn’t be logical to use another method to modify them.” Logan clarified.

 “But you were right, Thomas!” Roman twirled in front of the mirror, bringing the pink color back and doing some poses before turning to face him. “This color REALLY look good on me.”

 “We could go with costumes and matching colors, Ro-ro!” Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, having also chosen to stay with the new dyeing.

 “Magnificent idea, Padre! But for that we need to make some few adjustments.” And then he began to divagate about their new costumes, which probably would come out completely different from their original ones. Thomas sighed in frustration, rolling and face planting on the mattress.

 “You all are impossible.”

 “Hey. Get used to it.” Virgil poked his sides, watching him squirm and let out a little yelp with a light satisfaction. “This is what you got for accepting us in the family. The days will be much more fun from now. ~”

 All the sounds in the room stopped, each individual turning to face the Halloween lover.

 “What?” His tone was alarmed.

 “You said ‘family’.”

 “What???” pause. “No, I didn’t!!”

 “Yes yes yeeeees!! You said it!!” Patton seems like he could bounce through the walls. Virgil looked at each one, finding only kind and happy smiles. Now he felt his face almost as warm as Thomas’.

 “Just… shut up.” And he disappeared. Thomas snickered and was followed.

 Yeah…

 FamILY.