#logince tickle

[theoncelee]

Hi! @galactickles so sorry this is super duper late (seriously please don’t hate me, or do, it’s May I wouldn’t blame you) but I was your Squealing Santa!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating it this year. I know people usually do just Christmas stuff for these, but I’m half Jewish and wanted to write about both holidays because I love them both so much. Hope that’s ok :)

Again I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m a horrible person

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. Some capital text. Other than that nothing this is pure fluff.

Summary: High School AU where Roman and Logan are around 16/17 and dating. Roman is Christian and Logan is Jewish. The two decide to spend December showing each other what’s great about their respective holidays. Chaos and tickling ensues.

Merry Chanukkah

Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.

Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.

Step one: Decorate the house.

On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.

“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,

“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.

“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.

As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.

“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.

Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.

And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.

“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.

“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,

“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.

“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.

“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.

“1”

“nonono wait please don’t”

“2”

“Logan wait please I gave it back”

“3”

“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”

“10.”

And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.

“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”

“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.

“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”

“Nehehever”

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.

“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”

“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”

“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.

“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”

“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,

“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”

“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.

“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,

“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.

“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”

“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”

“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)

I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.

Again I am so so so so fucking sorry uhhh happy Easter? Memorial Day I guess?? I’m so mad at myself for this I procrastinated way too long I don’t even have a good excuse anymore.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Day 2: Birthday/Surprise

For @moxiety-week

Word Count: 825

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Moxiety 💙💜 implied Logince and Dukeceit

Warnings: mildly suggestive flirting, a generous amount of Pokémon puns

~~~START~~~

Patton told Roman that he shouldn’t be the one to keep Virgil away from his surprise party, he told him that he was no good at keeping secrets and that Virgil would see right through him in two seconds flat, but Roman had insisted. Roman and logan couldn’t do it because they had to set up the party — Roman in charge of the festive stuff and Logan in charge of the logistical stuff; Remus couldn’t do it because he would either tell Virgil about the party without trying to hide it, or skip the party entirely for shits and giggles; Janus couldn’t do it because Virgil would accuse him of trying to kidnap him as soon as Janus tried to get him to go to the party; Remy couldn’t do it because he would get Virgil too jacked up on caffeine; and Emile couldn’t do it because he wouldn’t get off work until right before the party. 

Besides, Patton was Virgil’s boyfriend, it would look weird if Patton was avoiding him on his birthday. 

So far keeping Virgil out of their apartment was going pretty smoothly, he’d put up a little bit of a fuss when Patton had begged to go to the mall, but he’d given in once he was assured that they’d go to Hot Topic. Normally, Patton would just follow Virgil around the store and let him look at things at his leisure, but today he pointed out every little thing he saw in the hopes of keeping them in the store longer. 

“Oh! Look at this!” Patton said, grabbing a Poké ball necklace off the wall and showing it to Virgil. He pressed a small button and the Poké ball snapped open, revealing a small pikachu inside. “It’s a pika-boo!” 

Virgil smirked at the joke. “That was bad, Pat.” 

“You’re right, I should have just kept my meowth shut!” 

That elicited a snort. 

“Are you a-mew-sed?” Patton grinned. “Did my pun tickle your cubone?” 

“Call me cubone cuz I want to c u bone,” Virgil whispered just loud enough for Patton to hear him. 

Patton was struck dumb by the pun as he felt his face heat up. 

Flirting? With puns? As if he couldn’t love Virgil more. 

Virgil, shifting uncomfortably in the ever-expanding silence, opened his mouth to apologize, but Patton cut him off. 

“Are you a ninetales? Because you’re hot and foxy.” 

Both of them lost it at that, giggling up a storm in the middle of the Hot Topic. 

“Pat, why?” Virgil wheezed, tears streaming down his face. 

“Wynaut?” Patton giggled, setting Virgil off again. 

It was a while before they left the Hot Topic. 

“What should we do now?” Patton asked once they were back in the busy walkway of the mall. He had a few more hours before the others would be ready for him to bring Virgil back, he would have to fill the time doing more birthday activities with Virgil. 

“I kinda just want to go home,” Virgil shrugged. “Maybe cuddle for a few hours.” 

Literally any other time, Patton would love nothing more than to cuddle with Virgil in their home, but today he had a job to do. 

“We’re already out,” he insisted. “We should do things!” 

“Like?” Virgil asked expectantly, the faintest traces of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“Like… like… get lunch! We should get lunch! At that Thai place you like!” 

“We could just get takeout,” Virgil pointed out. “Eat it at home in front of the tv.” 

“But then it’s not special!” Patton pouted, hoping that would be enough to convince his boyfriend to stay out a while longer. 

“Well, what if,” Virgil started, a smirk that Patton did not trust creeping across his face. “What if we get takeout and go to Ro and Lo’s? We haven’t hung out all four of us in weeks!” 

“Well, um…” Patton floundered. “They’re– uh, they’re busy today.” 

“They are?” 

“Y-yeah, Logan has that thing today. That, uh, engineering thing.” 

“Oh, right,” Virgil laughed. “‘That engineering thing’. Maybe we should see what Remus and Janus are doing then.” 

Patton opened his mouth to stutter through another excuse when he noticed the twinkle in Virgil’s eyes. 

“You’re messing with me!” He accused, pouting. 

“Maybe a little bit,” Virgil chuckled. “I couldn’t help it, you’re cute when you’re trying to be sneaky.” 

Patton pouted even more. “I thought I was doing a good job at distracting you.” 

“You were,” Virgil assured him, kissing his pout away. “But I saw the texts on Princey’s phone when I was over there last weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll still act surprised when we get to the party.” 

“You promise it wasn’t me who gave it away?” 

“I promise. Now, if I'm not mistaken, someone promised me Thai food, and I’m guessing we’ve got a few more hours to fill.” 

“Anything for the birthday boy!” Patton grinned, dragging Virgil out towards the Thai place. 

~~~END~~~

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#5

Hey Eir! How about Logince for the ship ask game? <3

Who said “I love you” first Roman. Look, passion bubbles in his chest and his nerd is falling in love with him. He has to profess his love to him!

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background They are both saps and have the picture of the other as background. Or maybe even matching ones with Logan reasoning that it is "only logical" and Roman totally supporting his boyfriend's logical thinking.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror Roman. Logan thinks it's cute but sometimes gets annoyed at the smudges. but when Ro has a rough time, Logan might just draw a little heart on the mirror and it always manages to cheer Roman up.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts Logan. He's bad at love languages but also has the instincts of a magpie and knows "cheesy glitter things make Roman go brrr". Man has never bought roses but there are about twenty cat heart figurines in Roman's shelf designated for sappy gifts from his boyfriend.

Who initiated the first kiss Mutual effort. Just a look and both started to lean in. It was one of the few moments they just agreed on what to do next. Really they still often kiss like that.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning Roman kisses Logan awake. Both of them don't sleep a lot but Logan has the tendency to stay a little longer in bed when he has nothing scheduled. So when that occurs, Roman might get up first, make some coffee, prepare some breakfast, and goes back to bed to kiss his beloved awake. Logan does enjoy the pampering.

Who starts tickle fights Roman. Though Logan always wins and he still believes that one day he will end up the winner. He won't😌

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower Roman. When he has a high need for affection he will ask for them to shower together. Usually, Logan complies since he understands that Roman needs some extra care. Also, sometimes it's nice to have cuddly (or a little horny) prince in the shower with you.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch Roman started it but they regularly show up at the other's workspace just as a surprise. At Logan's workplace though nobody knows that Roman is Logan's boyfriend because Roman keeps it down a lot whereas everyone at Roman's workplace is very aware of their relationship because the first thing Logan did when he visits Roman is kiss him straight on the lips.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date Neither. Their first official date was on a dare and they bickered and tried to outdo the other the whole time only to realise at the end that they had a great time together. They were both a little timid on the second date though.

Who kills/takes out the spiders Roman. Let him be the brave hero he wants to be. Logan is very deadpan about being saved from the foul beasts but he lets him do it.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk Logan. Roman is just whiny and clingy when drunk but Logan goes out of his way to loudly present Roman to everybody around them and says how beautiful and attractive he is, and how he is the best kisser, and that he loves him so very much.

Aah. I love them so much. Such good boys.

41 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 20. September 2022

#4

Well, here it goes! Have fun @lickoutyourbrains and @thecrowslullaby 😉 Also inspired by this picture I drew

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“Fuck, Virgil, I can’t believe I say this, but stop cackling like a madman! I think we have a fucking problem right now,” Remus shouted slowly lowering his phone away from the lightly drugged deceitful facet in front of him.

Janus was still weakly gnawing at the huge not ostrich egg somebody, (thank you Roman) had left in the living room, and while he looked objectively adorable with his dilated eyes and drooling all over the shell but knowing now what the egg really was and considering how long Janus had already been like this, they may have had reasons to worry. Virgil apparently didn’t agree and was still cackling as Remus stopped filming and walked over to Janus and the egg. He stemmed his hands in his hips and sighed as Janus rubbed his face against the shell like a cat would do to claim its possession over the object of their choosing.

“Do the effects of the ‘snakenip’ always hold on that long?” Logan asked from the side.

By now the teacher wasn’t looking nearly as smug as in the beginning and Remus shot him a pissed grin.

“Oh having second thoughts on your revenge now?” he said lowly. “Drugging someone because they ate the rest of your crofters is such a funny thought, really! You’re the pinnacle of humour!”

Logan sputtered and walked up next to Remus: “Virgil reassured me that it would last barely 5 minutes! I even halved the doses he recommended!”

A sudden realisation hit Remus and at once Virgil was very still. In slow motion, Remus turned around to face the anxious side who suddenly became really small. Remus growled at him, ready to jump as Virgil promptly sunk out. With a scream Remus was about to run after him to his room, only stopped by Roman holding him in place and telling him that violence wouldn’t help the issue at hand. They would have to fix this first before he could deal with Virgil.

“You’re the one talking!” Remus snapped at Roman but turned back to Janus and his egg. “Why the fuck would you take the egg of a fucking DRAGON?! Are you out of your mind?!”

“The knights of the kingdom hat already slain the mother when I got there! And I couldn’t leave the egg! The poor thing would die on its one, and if not it would probably plot revenge against my kingdom for killing its mom, so bringing it here and hatching it, seemed like a reasonable choice at the time!” Roman explained himself weakly.

Remus just shot him a stink eye. He would have to kill some stupid knights. Or torture them, if he wanted to be really mean.

A grumpy snarl captured Remus’s attention back on Janus and he looked at his high gremlin and the egg. He had stopped trying to chew on it and was now full-on hugging the darn thing.

“That looks kinda cute,” Patton commented.

Remus didn’t think so though. Cursing under his breath he finally approached Janus and tried to pry him away from the egg. Unsurprisingly to Remus, Janus didn’t budge an inch. The imp was using his snake strength to hold onto the damned egg.

“Nerd get here and help me separate them before he imprints on that fucking egg!” Remus snarled through his teeth.

Logan didn’t move and Remus shot him an angry glare to which he answered: “Why me? I’m not known for my strength and what do you mean with imprinting?”

“You, because you are responsible for him being like this and because the other two idiots are going to prepare a nest for anthe egg-” he shot Patton and Roman a unquestionable glare to which both responded by rapidly scrambling away - “and ‘imprinting’ means exactly what it means! He’s gonna get attached to the freaking thing and we’re gonna have to deal with a baby dragon following him around 24/7 if we’re not doing something. Right. Now.”

That was all it took for Logan to get into motion and he ran to Remus’s side to help him pull Janus away from the egg. Logan slung his hands around Janus’s middle as Remus tried to pry away Janus’s arms from the egg.

“How on earth is he this strong? He’s half my size,” Logan groaned.

Huffing in agreement Remus managed to pry the gloved hands away which caused Janus to whine in dismay.

“Oh please,” Logan grumbled and yanked Janus away, “you’ll be grateful for this once your mind is back here with us.”

For a second Janus’s grip loosened as he heard Logan’s voice so close by his ear and the two mad scientists managed to pry him away from his snack/baby. Remus pulled Logan further away from the egg and motioned him to settle on the couch with Janus on his lap.

“Don’t let go of him yet. He might try to get back to it before we can get it to its nest,” Remus explained.

Before Logan could agree to it Janus whined on his lap: “you TAKE EGG from janus? you take his precious like the lollipop from the baby? oh! oh! jail for sides! jail for sides for One Thousand Years!!!!”

“Oh lord.”

“Shit. Now he’s getting into his cranky state,” Remus said bemused and watched him wiggle in Logan’s lap.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Logan asked panicking.

“I don’t know! I’m here for the chaos and you for the brains! Think of something!”

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58 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 27. Februar 2022

#3

Idea for an angsty Roman AU

Roman wants to disappear but doesn't want to influence Thomas badly. So he takes the most important functions out of him one night and distributes them to the other sides one night before he disappears into the Imagination. Janus, Logan and Virgil receive them, with a note on their door (he doesn't want to overwhelm Patton even more and Remus already has enough as the sole Creativity from now on).

Janus gets the "Ego" and his note says: You always wanted Thomas to thrive. I wasn't brave enough to stand up for him while you were. I trust you to get him farther than I ever could.

Logan gets the "Hopes" and his note says: Maybe you are a robot but you always had a figuratively big heart. I know that with your mind Thomas will be able to find a way to make his hopes come true.

Virgil gets the "Wants" and his note says: You already have proven to be braver and more determined than I back then with Nico, even though you didn't want it as badly as I did. With them, you will make Thomas unstoppable.

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That's the concept and then I have also this idea for what might happen later:

The others have found Roman in the Imagination. He's no longer Roman though; he's the Hero, the Prince, the Knight who is saving the people in a small valley at the border of the Imagination. They try to talk with him, convince him to come back. Janus explains that he is not meant to hold the ego and protect it. Virgil says his focus is getting even worse with the additional desires, Roman has handed over to him. The Hero deflects, even tells them how to deal with it better, how Roman dealt with it and both have to admit that his solutions weren't that bad. Still, they tried to insist for Roman to come back. The Hero ignores it.

Logan takes his turn to talk with him. Speaks of all these hopes Thomas has, all the plans and ideas and the Hero smiles fondly as Logan tells him as much.

L: Now you must see that you need to take them back, correct?

H: I do not, no. I'm no longer the Roman you are talking off, and you of all of them must know.

L: Nonsense. Roman is the Hero and Prince you are. He and you are one side.

H: Roman was more than I am. And you know it. You know that what I am now is flat and simple. I am the things, which made Roman fallible. I am the Hero who saved the people he threw into danger. I am the Prince with no kingdom to inherit. I am the knight with the will to fight and no monster to slay.

L: No-

H: Yes. (He says kindly but with no space to disagree) And Thomas doesn't need a Hero, a Prince, or a Knight. He needs his Ego in the hands of the guardian of beginnings and ends, always able to find a way to hide and protect it if needed. He needs his Wants represented by the fiercest fighter, always willing to push further and knowing his own limits all the same. He needs his Hopes collected by-

L: -a realist? A teacher? I don't see how I am the best fit for this.

The Hero smiles.

H: He needs his Hopes collected by a scientist with the wondrous mind of a child. You spoke and tried to persuade me with the words of an excited elementary schooler. Roman had hoped (ha) that his facet would bring that wonder back to you. He had missed it in you.

Logan is taken aback. He didn't expect this.

L: What are you insinuating?

H: When you were children, you would help him with his ideas. When you were studying you would help form his ideals and hopes over the years, through the topics you read and learnt about. Roman's domain isn't simple and clear cut. The contents of what he controls are highly influenced by all of you. Thomas's beliefs will shape his Wants, as well as his self-preservation, does. The Ego is a reflection of what we think other people see in us. It's an interpretation. His Hopes are connected deeply with his fears and his knowledge of what is possible and what is not. These important parts of Roman, you all made.

Logan shakes his head. The Hero steps up to him and squeezes his shoulder.

H: The Hero is the one thing that is uniquely Roman. It's what wasn't influenced by any of you but by Thomas. The Hero, the Prince, and the Knight. That's unique about Roman.

Logan's breath hitches.

H: And that's not something Thomas needs anymore.

140 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. März 2022

#2

Our Prince❤️

184 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. April 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

I couldn't resist.

Logan put snakenip in his wine as revenge for stealing his Crofters. Remus is filming, Virgil is hollering in the corner, Patton is very concerned and Roman has yet to correct Remus that this isn't a ostrich egg.

Inspiration for the pic is from this post.

206 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 30. Januar 2022

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Logince~

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logince (idk if i spelt that right, sorry) for the otp questions?

yesssss logince! here we go!

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1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

logaaaaaan, he definitely has one of those laughs where it’s absolutely uncontrollable once you get him going- like he literally CAN’T stop giggling. it’s such a stark contrast from his usual proper/aloof demeanour, he’s all snarky eye rolls until you start tickling him and suddenly this loud, happy, squealing laughter comes out of nowhere and it’s like !!!!!! ugh the CUTEST thing ever

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2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

logan, like virgil, definitely has ticklish ears and roman definitely loves to kiss them and make him shriek and scrunch his neck up like a turtle asghdjgh BUT i also think he has ticklish wrists, and they’ll be cuddling and roman will hold one hand and gently scribble along his forearm up to his elbow with reeeeally light feathery touches because it makes him all shivery and giggly

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3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

i swear the only person who could out-grump roman is logan ahshjsgjdh he’s always like >:((( when things don’t go his way so it’s definitely the nerd who gets it the most. plus roman loves to bug and playfully tease him, so what better way to cheer him up than with something that’s a little bit annoying but also just about silly enough that it doesn’t actually irritate him, so it’s kind of perfect! (also, logan secretly loves it and will act like even more of a sarcastic grouch than usual to get cheer-up tickies hehe)

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4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

logan does this to roman for SURE omg, but he’s always super sneaky about it, he’ll walk past him as he’s changing and quickly wiggle a finger against his side and make roman shriek and fight his way through the arm holes and collar and be like THAT WAS RUDE and logan will be completely straight-faced like ???? are you talking to me?? and for some reason it’s just way way more flustering than if he were to be super teasy about it ahsgsgh

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5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

this is so cliché but it was absolutely because roman had been pestering logan to come and hang out all day, but logan is super busy and so tries to ignore him, but it gets to a point where he’s just had enough and so the next time roman comes into his room and whines ‘pleeeeease can we do something together please please please-’ logan just holds up a finger and silences him before standing up, shoving him onto the bed, and proceeding to give him the wrecking of his life. like, how did he manage to figure out all of roman’s worst spots without even touching him? nobody knows!

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6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

lo-loooooo, they make him cackle, especially when you get his neck or shoulder blades and pair it with little kisses. he has such a silly laugh when you get him real good and he hates it- so naturally, roman is obsessed with it and will do everything he can to hear it as often as possible, which often means catching him by surprise and pinning him on his front so he can’t block his head or wriggle away ashdfgfh

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7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

roman!! logan is an early-bird, and so if roman isn’t bright-eyed and ready to go by 8:00AM sharp, the tickle monster has to make an emergency visit to his room to come and wake him up. BUT on the weekends even logan likes to sleep in a little, so sometimes roman will actually be awake before him... and in that case, it would only be fair to give him the same treatment (since roman usually can’t get the jump on him when he’s awake without logan’s crazy spider senses kicking in and turning the tables almost immediately)

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8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

poor roman doesn’t stand a chance when it comes to logan lmaoooo, he now knows better than to go poking the bear when he isn’t prepared for the consequences because he’s so precise and methodical about it and it’s SO FLUSTERING AGSHDHDGH- he literally knows every single one of roman’s tickle spots in order and knows exactly how to pin him so that he can’t escape or get him back or anything, and roman literally just has to lay there and take it ((within reason ofc, he would never make him uncomfortable!!) and it’s absolute torture in the best way

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9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

honestly i think both of them would be pretty safe!! because logan doesn’t really kick (unless you go for his feet) and roman couldn’t even if he wanted to asdfhdhsgh

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10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

again, i feel like roman would think he’s being sneaky about it but realistically, logan can tell immediately and so will pretend he doesn’t realise what roman is doing/wants and roman will get turn all sulky and grumble something like ‘ ‘anted you to tickle me...’ thinking logan would continue to ignore him, but then logan’s ears perk up and he’s like ‘what was that, roman?’ and roman is like 😳😳😳 and refuses to say it again so logan’s like ‘fine, then. i suppose i’ll have to resort to another method to make you talk’ and finally tickles him and roman is shrieking/cackling way too hard to notice but inside he’s all like 🥰 because he loves it LOL

and with logan, i feel like roman wouldn’t really draw it out tooooo too long, because he rarely makes any kind of move to ‘ask’ for it. but it’s so easy to tell when he wants it because he gets really affectionate and cuddly and will like, snuggle up to him in bed and be all chatty and rest his head against his chest and stuff (kind of like virgil!!), so really it would just be a horrible waste of an opportunity for roman to NOT pin his wrists above his head and and smother him in tickly kisses yknow???

[august-anon]

9. “What did you just say to me?” with logince and lee roman :3 ~ Sensey

Coming right up @fluffymary​, thank you! It’s not my best work, I’m having a bit of writer’s block, but hopefully you all enjoy it!

9. “What did you just say to me?”

Problem Solving

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic or romantic Logince

Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Logan, Lee!Roman

Word Count: 537 words

Summary: After a long day of Roman being purposefully irritable, Logan finally finds out the reason. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't help Roman out?

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“And you call my ideas unrealistic,” Roman scoffed, tossing aside a sheet of paper with a detailed plan from Logan on it.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not unrealistic. It’s a carefully thought-out plan, and the best course of action when accounting for all the data--”

“And it’s boring.”

Logan’s eye twitched. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said that your plan sucks and that it’s boring.”

Logan took a deep breath, trying to redirect his frustration into an outlet that did not involve him having an endless argument with Roman. He was clearly after something, given that he had been purposefully annoying all day. He’d been picking fights, pressing people’s buttons (figuratively and literally, given how he kept jabbing Virgil in the ribs at breakfast), and he seemed determined to cause as much trouble as possible. Aside from being obnoxious, he had also been stretching frequently and fidgeting a great amount. Perhaps he hadn’t gotten enough sleep...

Roman shot him a searching look out of the corner of his eye, not being as subtle as he thought he was being.

Ah. So that was it.

Well, it was a decent enough solution to direct his frustration into, in any case. And it would probably end with Roman being a lot more tolerable. And maybe it would be kind of fun for Logan too, not that he’d make that obvious.

It was a win-win.

So Logan pushed Roman down onto the couch without warning. He raised his hands threateningly and raised an eyebrow.

“Any last words?” Logan asked, giving Roman one last out. If Logan had misjudged and he didn’t actually want this, he would speak up and Logan would back off instantly.

Roman opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking much like a fish for a moment. Eventually, he said, “It’s still a stupid plan.”

Logan smirked and cracked his knuckles. “You’ll regret that.”

“Make me.”

For once, Logan didn’t bother with any buildup. His hands dove straight into Roman’s armpits, which were easily accessible thanks to Roman pushing himself up onto his elbows in an attempt to sit back up. Roman howled and fell back down to the couch, cackling and wheezing, letting out squeals whenever Logan hit a particularly sensitive spot. Every once in a while, Logan skittered his fingers down Roman’s ribcage, adding a little flavor to the torment, before targeting Roman’s kill-spot once more.

“Evil!” Roman shrieked. “Evil!”

“Hmm, no,” Logan hummed. “See, an evil person would have continued to let you suffer in your little mood, even after figuring it out. I think I’m being quite merciful in helping you with your issue, do you not?”

“No!” Roman wailed, tears of mirth beginning to build up in his eyes.

Logan slowed down, moving down skitter gently at his sides instead. Roman’s chest heaved for breath as he giggled, a few tears still slipping free despite the change in intensity.

“No?” Logan asked. “It was not kind of me to help you out?”

“Evil,” was Roman’s reply, not really answering the question.

Though he still wasn’t asking Logan to stop... Perhaps they could play around a while longer before returning back to their work discussion.

[mlmlee]

Still Bored?

Pairing: Logince

Summary: A very bored Roman disrupts Logan while he’s doing work in his room, demanding attention. Logan realizes Roman’s lee mood, and decides to cure both his mood and his boredom.

Warnings: None that I can think of!! Pure fluffiness in this household!

Word Count: 1025

Originally written for @kanene-yaaay! Love to my buddieeee  :D

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“Roman, you know I love you dearly,however, I request that you desist from your rampant rampage all across the room. I am attempting to finish some paperwork, and it must be completed today.”

Roman stared back before huffing indignantly at his lover, clearly dissatisfied with the amount of attention he was receiving. “Logaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~” Roman drawled out, almost whining, rather pitifully. “Play with meeeee- I’m positively dying from boredom, and with Patton’s new rule of ‘no monster fighting’ without one of you accompanying me, I’ve got absolutely nothing to do!”

Logan pinched his nose, huffing, and only just managing to avoid the temptation of completing rather unpleasant strangling of his boyfriend. He quirked his eyebrow, rolling his eyes, albeit rather fondly, at Roman. As insufferable as the Prince was, he was quite fondly attached to him.

“Okay, well, what exactly were you going to suggest that we play, Roman? Do you perhaps have any particular activity in mind?” Logan recalled the little hints coming from Roman that day. The fidgety-ness, the restlessness, the fact that he had been on edge nearly the whole day. Roman had even had his little spurts of giggles. 

Roman slowly felt his face grow red, as his eyes widened. “I…” he trailed off, growing a bit shy, but being unable to hide the slight little smile that was currently worming itself upon his face.

Logan rolled his eyes before walking over to his boyfriend and sitting beside him on the bed. 

Roman hummed a random tune lightly, avoiding eye contact with Logan.

He was insanely, undeniably ticklish. And, Logan knew that. Now, let’s be fair, Logan held his fair share of ticklishness as well, but Roman... Oh, but Roman. That boy was quite possibly the most ticklish one in the mind palace, despite everyone’s previous assumption of it being Virgil. Roman was just a walking bundle of ticklishness. He supposed it was due to him being more well-toned than most of the others, due to all of his adventures. The more muscular he was, it seemed, the more ticklish he became.

Roman, in an attempt to spare himself some dignity, continued his original statement. “I-I just...I’mimabitofaleemood!” he hurried out, scrambling to get the words out before he decided to take them back.

Logan smirked, dragging the royal’s feet into his lap. “Well, why did you not mention this earlier, Roman? You know I am always willing to participate in your shenanigans, frivolous as they may be.”

Roman flinched, before giggling. Oh, so Logan was going less along the lines of a tickle fight, like expected, and more along the lines of a Tickling-Roman-Frenzy. This was quite alright with Roman and Logan both.

Logan felt Roman tense, and he glanced up, suppressing a smile, and he knew that this was exactly what Roman was wanting at that particular moment.

Logan, grinning, began lightly wiggling his fingers underneath Roman’s toes.

Roman snickered softly, and gently shoved at Logan’s hands.

Logan smirked slightly, glancing towards Roman. “Whatever could be wrong, hm? This is what you wanted, correct?”

Roman covered his face with his hands, blushing, and giggling sweetly, exactly as a royal should.

Logan scratched across Roman’s heels, and Roman squeaked lightly, and quickly tugged his feet away from Logan.

Logan fondly rolled his eyes and tugged Roman back down by the ankles, readjusting the both of them so that he was now sitting and straddling Roman’s hips.

“Why hello, Logan.”

“Hello, Roman.”

“Lovely day today, isn’t it?”

“Do not try that. You asked me to tickle you, and it is my intention to do exactly that.”

Roman bit his lip lightly, before giggling again. He really was too cute when he got like this, if Logan did say so himself. And he did- say so himself, that is.

Roman broke into giggles as he felt ten fingers all simultaneously wiggling into his sides. “Nononononono! Ihihit tihick-tihihic-!”

Logan smirked. “Tickles? Well, I definitely hope so, Roman. If it didn’t, I believe that would defeat the purpose of me tickling you.”

Roman flushed bright red when he heard that word being used against him so deviously. “Dohohon’t sahay ihihit! Yohohou knohow I cahan’t deal wihith ihihit!”

Logan cracked a smile. “What? ‘Tickle’? Is ‘Tickle’ the word you’re talking about? I promise it’s just a word to describe what I’m doing now to you right now. It cannot harm you in any way.”

Roman snorted when he felt two thumbs drill into his hips. “NOHOHO!”

“Something wrong, Roman?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“‘No’ what, exactly, Roman?”

Logan simply chuckled darkly, in a very un-Logan-like way.

Roman covered his grin and giggled. He watched as Logan wiggled his fingers above Roman’s tummy, Logan watching as well as Roman’s eyes followed his fingers carefully. Logan smiled when Roman giggled, wiggling slightly in place.

“What’s wrong, Roman? I haven’t even touched you yet.” Logan held a certain twinkle in his eyes that showed his sincere love for the other. 

Suddenly, the fingers resting just above Roman’s tummy touched down, scribbling rapidly across the sensitive flesh.

Roman fell into helpless giggles. “Ah! Nohohoho, Logahan!”

Logan halted his wiggling fingers before pulling the other into his lap, holding him there. Logan ran his fingers through Roman’s hair, soothing the other in his fit of post-tickle residual giggles.

“Well,” Logan started, a genuine smile still having a ghost of a presence on his lips. “Are you still dying of boredom, Roman?”

Roman scoffed playfully at Logan’s question, swatting at his boyfriend’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m very much not bored, Logan. Thank you for checking, Pocket-Protector.”

Logan tugged forward to rest his face above Roman’s. He smirked, still gently playing with Roman’s locks. “You know, Roman, I am sincerely glad that I have the absolute most ticklish boyfriend on the planet. It is, quite honestly, very adorable, Roman.”

Roman growled playfully, before shoving Logan back onto his back.

“Oh, you’re gonna get tickles too! I’m not the only adorable one!”

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon in the mind palace was filled with lots of giggles and squeals from both boys, especially after Roman got in some not-exactly-revenge tickles to his boyfriend.

[ticklish-sprout]

The Perfect Pair - Logince

Words: 1,639

Yeah, those were socks alright.

Logan gazed down at the drawer overflowing with socks, a beaming Patton standing behind him proudly. “This is my entire collection! Oh, aside from the ones I’m wearing right now! I’m not sure how many I have, but I think it’s somewhere in the low hundreds?”

Hundreds? “Fascinating,” he murmured, running his hands over the ones with constellation patterns. “You seem to enjoy this little hobby of yours, Patton. I can certainly say I’ve never seen anything like it. What are you wearing now?”

“Oh!” Patton slid off his shoes to show him. “See? It looks like I have little kitty cat paws!” The socks themselves were gray, while the paw prints were a light pink.

Logan nodded. “I see. That is-“

“Pawsome?”

“No.”

He pouted, slowly putting his shoes back on. “You’re being catty today. Something on your mind?”

“That was dreadful.” He turned his attention back to the colorful socks. “Anyways, I may actually get a few of these myself. They are quite...” His breath died in his throat. Were those what he thought they were? No, they couldn’t be. He slowly lifted out a certain pair and blushed, turning them over in his hands. “Actually, I would like to borrow these for a little while.” 

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Roman was lounging on his bed and staring at the ceiling with a serene smile as he allowed his creative mind to wander, eyes slowly closing. Breaks were the absolute best. No rushing to think up video ideas or deal with a certain someone’s nagging about schedules and deadlines approaching not even that quickly. Just relaxation. 

“Roman.”

His eyes opened and settled on the figure standing in his doorway. Spoke too soon. “Yes, Heisenberg?” he questioned evenly, trying to keep the slight frustration out of his voice. As much as he lo-liked him, now was a time for him to unwind.

“I...” Logan wasn’t sure what to say. “May I come in?”

But he can’t say no to that face. “Sure!” Roman patted the space next to him on the bed, curiosity written across his face when he instead sat down in front of him. “Hi?” He drew his legs up so he could sit criss-crossed. “You never said what you needed.”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to see you.”

Ooh, that sent an arrow straight through his heart. “I’m honored, my precious nerd! I was just relaxing over here, care to join me? Or did you want to talk about something specific?”

“I shall just join you.” Logan enacted the next phase of his plan, which was setting both legs in his lap as casually as possible. He must be so stealthy right now.

He was not stealthy at all right now. Roman raised an eyebrow, noticing he wasn’t wearing his usual shoes as he tended to do at all times. Only socks. “Um,” he began, then quieted. What was he supposed to do? “It’s rare to see you without shoes.” His socks seemed to have something written on the soles. “Are you wearing ones that aren’t plain?”

“Indeed, I wanted to change things up a little today. Nothing too fancy, since the main color is still white. Just a small detail.” He flexed his toes, a light blush spreading across his face. Any time now.

“Let me see!” He lifted both feet to examine them, his smile slowly morphing into a confused frown. The right one read since you are reading this, and the left one tickle my toes with a picture of two tiny feet. Interesting. “Logan, do you even know what is on your socks?”

Logan coughed, glancing away. “I must admit I am not certain, since I borrowed them from Patton. Why?”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. So that’s how he wanted to play this, hmm? “No reason.” He pressed one of his thumbs into the ball of his left foot, smirking at the gasp it produced. “I just have a simple question for you. Are you...ticklish?”

“What?” His toes curled again, trying to catch his thumb between them. “That’s absurd, Roman. I am a being of pure intellect who is not affected by such things. You’ve been spending far too much time with Patton.”

“Right, my mistake.” He pulled his hands away, crossing his arms behind his head and lying back. “Never mind. Let’s just go back to resting or whatever.”

Logan almost squawked indignantly. He did that on purpose, didn’t he?! Frustrated, he leaned forward to poke at his exposed underarms. The prince immediately fought back after a surprised squeal by quickly scribbling his nails over the socked feet, which were luckily still in his lap and just begging for it. 

What followed was a sound sweeter than any music Roman had ever heard in his entire life.

“ROHOHOHOMAN!” Logan couldn’t even try to hold back his reaction, not that he would’ve if he could. It was an amazing feeling and something he should have pursued a lot sooner. Years of avoiding tickle fights in the Mind Palace and pretending he wasn’t ticklish like the others melted away as he laughed freely, and it was pure ecstasy.

“Aw, does the Logical one have tickly feetsies?” Roman teased once he could speak again through his gay thoughts of how cute his friend looked. “Does he? He thought he could hide them from us forever with no one ever finding out and taking swift action? Adorable.” 

He didn’t answer any of the questions directed towards him, instead focusing on the torturous feelings lighting up his nerves and making him want to scream. “YOU AHAHAHAHARE THE WOHOHOHOHORST!”

“I am what?!” he snapped, poking and pinching up and down with no real pattern. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to the person giving you what you wanted!”

Logan tried to glare the best he could. “FAHAHAHAHAHALSEHOOD!”

“And you’re a liar on top of it!” Roman huffed. “I can make this so much worse for you, if you haven’t noticed!” The tickling stopped for a moment so he could understand him better and hear from him directly. “I’ll do it, too.”

Making the most of his break, he contemplated those words. He wasn’t bluffing according to his tone, which was good for him in the long run if he wanted this to keep going. Which he did. Now to just give him a little push. “Bring it on.” “You asked for it!” Deciding to follow what the socks said, all ten of his fingers moved higher to tickle under the wiggly toes. “Ooh, what a reaction!”

Death spot, death spot! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Logan didn’t mean it, no matter how much it tickled. He didn’t yank his legs away even the slightest bit.

Roman cooed, pulling off the socks and going right for the sensitive skin between his toes. “I should conjure a feather next time!” There would be a next time, right? There had to be with how happy he looked. “Just sawing back and forth so ticklishly-was that a snort I heard?!”

He shook his head, laughter broken up by a second snort. His hands covered his burning face in embarrassment. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please tickle you more?” He shrugged, pretending he didn’t understand him. “If that’s what your heart so desires! Who am I to refuse such a polite request?” And the tickling went on for several more minutes. Heels, arches, nothing was left un-tickled, with Roman only stopping once Logan tapped his arm frantically. “Breathe,” he reminded him.

Logan did, taking in gasps of air until his cheeks no longer resembled the color of Roman’s sash. Tears of laughter had fallen from his eyes at some point, leaving visible tracks. “Roman,” he began, “that was awful.”

“I’m sure it was, handsome. It’s not like you wanted it so badly you were about to lose your mind.” Roman’s voice was thick with sarcasm. “You can always ask,” he added as an afterthought. Softer.

“You should be aware of how hard that can be.” He rolled his eyes. “I have seen you in your lee moods.” Wait. “What did you just call me?”

Oops. He rubbed the back of his head nervously, not able to come up with anything. “It’s true. I wasn’t lying or whatever.”

“I don’t need you to tell me something I already know.” Logan was smiling now, getting on his knees to be near eye-level with the other Side. “But thank you.”

“God, I love you.” It slipped out before Roman knew what was happening. “Oh. I mean, you’re welcome. That’s totally what I meant to say instead of that.” 

Eyebrows raised in shock, he reached a hand out to gently cup his face and force him to look at him. “You love me in a romantic sense, Roman? Is that what you mean?”

“I know you don’t feel the same,” he blurted out. His eyes squeezed shut as shame washed over his body in waves. “You don’t-don’t feel things, emotions. You-“ A pair of soft lips covered his own, interrupting him mid-sentence. He slowly kissed back and wrapped his arms around his waist, then his eyes opened once the warmth left him. 

“You figured out I wanted to be tickled,” Logan mused, “yet you couldn’t figure out I feel emotions like the rest of you? I love you too, Roman. You are my everything.”

Way to make him feel stupid. “Just kiss me again, nerd.” Roman stuck out his tongue, not expecting his underarms to be targeted like earlier. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

“Wait for what?” His expression was blank as he worked methodically to wreck his new boyfriend(?) into oblivion with every possible technique he had observed over the years. “I do not understand. What am I waiting for?”

“IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” And the whole time he was tickled, Logan’s eyes were shining bright with pure adoration that not even he could hide.

[lilacivories]

squirm

characters: roman (ler), logan (lee)

pairings: logince

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"Let's see how much this makes you squirm," Roman taunted with an evil grin.

Logan was already struggling beneath him, face-down on the mattress and begging. "Wait, Roman! This isn't fair, just-"

Logan's voice hitched up an octave when Roman started pulling the prone man's shirt up, revealing his pale back. Roman couldn't wipe the smirk off of his face even if he wanted to.

"My goodness, Logan, you're so skinny. I can see your spine..." He ran a finger down the center of his back, and his victim let out a squeal, shuddering uncontrollably.

Roman fluttered his fingers in the air. "You could use a tan, too, if you ask me." He dragged the fingernails of his right hand down Logan’s back with feather-light touches, his pace diabolically slow.

Logan gave out a yell before it melted into giggles. "Rohomahahan!" he cried, kicking his legs.

Deciding that this was much more fun than teasing, Roman used both hands to creep all ten fingers down and around the sensitive skin, faster and faster, wanting to know what really got to Logan– what really made him squirm. His shoulder blades, spine, and the backs of his ribs were all exploited, and none of them were disappointing in the least.

Logan went from high-pitched giggles to shrieks to belly laughter with each new inch of skin Roman tickled. He couldn't do anything but lie prone on the floor beneath him, his physical position too awkward to fight back effectively.

"Roho- Roman! Naha- no, please! AHH!" he babbled, barking out laughter; Roman soaked it up, continuing his assault with pleasure.

"Oh, please," Roman crooned, voice deep and teasing. "I think we both know that you love this." With relentless speed, he stroked his fingers in the dip of his back just above his pants, sending Logan into a fresh fit of loud, embarrassing cackles.

"Uncle, Uncle!" Logan shrieked through his laughter. His voice strained and cracked. Roman never thought he would ever see him so vulnerable.

Roman leaned down to taunt into his ear. "Tell me you love it." His diabolical fingernails scraped into the backs of his fleshy sides.

Logan howled, cheeks pink, mouth open in a permanent smile. "Okay! I- I love it! I love it!"

The tickling stopped then. With a smug simper plastered on his face, Roman rolled off of Logan and pecked him on the head. The younger man lie on the floor, defeated, panting, smiling.

"You're awful."

Roman was giddy. "But?"

Logan rolled onto his back. "But, God...I love you."

Roman let out a triumphant laugh and swooped in to to kiss his boyfriend.

[theoncelee]

There’s this fic i read awhile ago and I can’t find it and I was wondering if anyone knows what it’s called. It’s sanderssides logince with lee logan and ler roman and the premise is that Logan is wearing a button down shirt and roman threatens to wreck Logan with tickles if he buttons it up. So the whole fic Logan gets tickled by everyone cause his shirts undone. Then when he’s alone he buttons it cause he thinks he’s safe but roman catches him and wrecks him ofc. Anyways it was super cute and I wanna read it again but I can’t find it 😭😭

[khadij-al-kubra]

Ticklish

Pairing: Logince (platonic or romantic)

Characters: Logan, Roman

Words: 1411

Author’s Note: A short fic I wrote a while back based off this post. I realized i’d only written/posted it in the reblogs, so i thought i’d make it’s own post.

AO3

It had been a rare quiet afternoon in the Mindscape. Roman was off on one of his quests in the Imagination, Virgil was holed up in his room, and Thomas had summoned Patton to help him with a social event. So Logan had chosen to take advantage of the peace to curl up with a good book.

Today’s selection was a variety of science fiction short stories from “The Time Traveler’s Almanac,” a favorite of his. He has been captivated by a Ray Bradbury story but paused in his page, taking a moment to enjoy the delicious solitude. The sun shone through the living room window, the thermometer was at a comfortable temperature, and he was halfway through a cup of jasmine tea. Logan took a deep content breath and smiled. So peaceful…

SLAM

“I’m baaack!” sand Roman, bursting through the door. “Did you miss me?”

Logan groaned. ‘So much for peace and quiet.’ “Greetings Roman. I take it your ‘quest’ went well?” he asked, attempting to be polite.

Much as the creative side aroused his ire, the four of them did live under one roof. It was wise to attempt maintaining some semblance of civility.

“Why of course. I always emerge triumphant! Still, it is good to know that I was missed,” Roman smiled, his teeth practically glinting. “So, did i miss anything? Where are padre and the stormcloud?”

“Patton is busy with Thomas and Virgil is in his room. I meanwhile have been here reading all afternoon. Nothing of note happened in your absence, other than the interrupted quiet upon your rather boisterous entrance.”

Logan adjusted his glasses and gave Roman a pointed look. Apparently the creative side didn’t get the hint. Instead he chose to plop right next to Logan on the couch. Rather close might he add.

“Oh hush sub-astute teacher. So,” Roman leaned over Logan’s shoulder to peek at the page. “Whatcha reading anyways?”

“A science fiction story,” said Logan.

“You? Fiction? That seems out of your realm.”

“I’m not opposed to delving outside of my usual genres from time to time. Besides, I happen to appreciate well written prose.”

“So what’s it about?”

Ordinarily Logan would take any opportunity to share knowledge with someone else. However he has rather enjoyed his previous solitude and frankly wanted to just get back to reading in peace. Besides, he was just getting to the good part when Roman had popped in. Nothing worse than being interrupted during the big climax.

“Roman, if you’re so curious I shall lend you my book later. For now though I’d prefer to get back to the story.” Logan lifted the book up to his face.

“AWw come on Logan! Just tell me.”

Then Roman poked him in the side. It was only a light finger jab, but it had been right beneath Logan’s ribs, a.k.a. his hidden proverbial Achilles Heel. Before he could hold it in, Logan let out a giggle. He shut up and sat up straight as a meerkat. Too late. Roman had heard.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Logan cleared his suddenly high voice. “Nothing at all.”

“Logan…are you ticklish?”

“……no.”

Logan slowly turned to Roman. To his dread the creative Prince had the most villainous grin plastered to his face. He let out an ominous giggle and held up his fingers, wiggling them in front of the logical side’s flushed face.

Oh no.

Logan didn’t need Virgil around to know his fight or flight reflexes were kicking in. Fast as he could Logan fled from the living room, Roman tailing behind.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME, FIEND!”

“I’m gonna getcha Logan!”

“Nooooo!”

Roman chased him around the kitchen. He chased him up the stairs and past the bedrooms. Logan almost lost him outside the bathroom when he slid under tho taller side’s legs. Logan had considered shouting to Virgil for help, hoping that the anxious side would surely come to his rescue against a common enemy. However when he passed Virgil’s room he could hear music blaring loudly from the other side. Not the usual kind that signaled Virgil was having a panic attack, but even so there was no way he’d be able to hear Logan. Just as Logan was debating on whether or not to slide down the banister he felt Roman wrap his arms around his torso. Roman pulled Logan away from the stairs and then…oh the torture.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle!” said Roman as trailed fingers lightly up Logan’s sides.

Logan couldn’t fight against the ticklish sensations. They set him into a racoucious laughter that left him breathless. He felt himself sinking to the floor beneath Roman’s phalangial assault, taking the princely side down with him.

“Ro-ro- ROMAN! HA! P-pl-PLEASE AHA-HA!I ca-can’t BREATHE!” Logan laughed, tears running from his eyes. “Plea- STOP!!”

Mercifully so, he did. Logan fought for air, taking several deep breaths. Finally, after a trail of weak laughs, Logan was able to compose himself again. He glared at Roman fiercely. He despisedbeing tickled! Not only was it an awkward sensation that forced him to show laughter when nothing was amusing, but it made him lose all sense of composure. It was rather embarrassing.

“Don’t ever do that again!” said Logan, his tone pencil sharp.

Roman winced. His face shifted from amused to genuinely sorry. Logan almost felt sorry for his harsh tone.

“I…I’m sorry Logan. Truly,” said Roman, his voice soft and hesitant. “I didn’t think you’d mind that much.”

“Well i do.”

“Patton usually likes it when i have tickle fights with him.”

“I am not Patton.”

“No…you’re right. I-I am sorry Logan. I just…really needed a laugh after my last quest. And ordinarily I go to Patton for that, or even Virgil if I can rope him into playful banter. I did not mean to violate your personal space in such a way. It was…wrong of me.”

Logan could hear the genuine remorse in Roman’s voice. He took a deep breath. “…Apology accepted Roman. Just…don’t ever do it again.”

“I promise!” Roman held a hand over his hear and raised his right hand as well.

They sat on the carpeted floor for a while in silence.Ironic given that was what Logan had been trying to regain in the first place.

“You know,” Roman said , looking at him with a small smile, “you have quite a nice laugh. Shame I so rarely get to hear it. Truly.”

Logan didn’t understand why his face suddenly felt warmer. Perhaps it was a side effect of being tickled. Still, he cleared his throat before responding.

“Well…thank you Roman. That’s flattering, i supposed.”

“So,” Roman lay on his side looking up at him. “What was that story you were reading about anyway?”

“Oh. Well, it was, in short, a story exemplifying the repercussions of the butterfly effect. Quite good actually.”

“Sounds like it. Would you…” Roman looked away, blushing. “Would you read it to me?”

Logan stared at him baffled. “Why would you wish to read with me?”

“Honestly? Because, like i said, it was a difficult quest. One that had left me tired and, well, rather down. And the two things i need most to make me feel better after something like that is a) a good laugh, and b) some peaceful relaxation. And i can think of nothing more peaceful that hearing you reading aloud. Unless…you’d rather be left alone.”

Something in Logan softened at the sincerity of Roman’s explanation. It was only then that he realized just how drained the other truly looked.

“I supposed that would be an adequate way to spend the remainder of the day.” Roman sat back up, beaming at him. “However, notickling. Do not even entertain the thought.”

“You have my word!”

So they went back downstairs and sat together on the couch. Logan picked the almanac back up and went back to the beginning of the story so he could catch Roman up on the tale. As promised, Roman did not attempt to tickle Logan again. However, he did lean against Logan’s side as the logical manifestation read aloud in a soft yet steady voice; a gentle smile of easement resting upon his handsome face. To Logan’s surprise though, he didn’t mind. He still had the light shining gently through the window, a freshly brewed cup of tea, a good book and comfortable quiet. Perhaps, he mused, solitude wasn’t necessarily needed to feel at peace.

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#1441

Roman finds out that Logan is really ticklish, so, ends up accidentally and then purposefully making him laugh during sex. It’s actually really endearing.

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The Assuring of Insecurities

Hehee! Hey everyone! This is a collab with the amazing @royal-sanders on tumblr of sorts (You'll see later why), but this is by far the longest tickle fic I've ever written! I just kept writing and writing until finally I got to a stopping point! It's almost 4,000 words! WTF!? Anyways. <3 you guys and hope you enjoy!

The Assuring of Insecurities

(Ships): Pre-romantic Logince, hinted Moxiety

Words ~ 3,919 ~

Warnings!: Insecurities about physical appearance, slight angst, light crying. Lotsa Crofter's and teasing galore, and yes...tickling.

(I’m gonna tag @apologieslogan because I kind of used their prompt in this tickle fic! I hope you like it friendos!)

Six Jars of Crofter's. Roman had six jars of Crofter's and had only bought Logan one. The logical aspect sighed incredulously as he tapped the door of the jelly cupboard in annoyance. Of course the prince would want the delicious treat all to himself. Then again Roman was salty for not getting his own jam, so could Logan really blame him? Welp, he did anyway regardless if the prince had an excuse or not. But, Logan couldn't help but wonder if the prince had another reason for giving him only one jar.

Now that Logan was out of his only jar of Crofter's, he had quickly grabbed one of Roman's and leaned on the counter to spoon it into his mouth, hoping the prince wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, not a minute later the royal waltzed into the room, but thankfully his back was turned to Logan. He seemed too preoccupied with singing a disney song and fighting imaginary beasts on top of the furniture to notice Logan had already eaten a fourth of one of his Crofter's jars.

Logan continued to spoon out the treat, keeping a close eye on Roman and continuously moving out of his range of vision. His little trick worked, until he wasn't watching where he had shoved the spoon, only for it to make a loud clinking sound as it hit the edge of the glass jar. Roman stopped his tracks as soon as he heard it, and whipped around to find a petrified Logan, rooted to the floor with the stolen jar in his right hand.

Roman could tell that the jar wasn't one of his, as he saw Logan finish the one he had gotten for him yesterday. "You just couldn't stay away from it, huh Logan?"

Logan sank immediately. Those words that the prince said struck a nerve within Logan's cold heart. It was almost like Roman was shaming his addiction of Crofter's or that's what it felt like. Logan took a quick glance at his own stomach before replying. He had tried to hide what amount of weight he had gained since Thomas had found Crofter's, but he wasn't sure if he was successful. And the fact Roman had only given him one jar, raised his suspicions that the prince had found out. "For your information Roman, if you had given me more than one jar, then I wouldn't have to steal from your own collection." Logan replied coolly.

Logan heard Roman scoff, as he jumped off of the couch and begin to stride towards him. "But even you know I have my limits in conjuring objects. You should be grateful you even got one!" Roman yawned into his hand before he reached the logical aspect in front of him.

"The only limits you have is your respect for others." Logan sneered at the side in front of him. It was morning and he was not having any of Princey's crap, especially with this new found sense of insecurity that had been creeping up on him for weeks now.

Roman stopped his gait a yard from Logan and frowned. "I do too have respect for others! If there's anyone who doesn't have respect, it's you for my stuff!" Roman pointed accusingly at the held Crofter's jar that still had the logical aspect's saliva covered spoon it. "Speaking of stuff, hand it over!"

Logan, without breaking eye contact with Roman, dipped his spoon into the jar, scooped out a heaping mound, and shoved it into his mouth, practically taunting Roman with his physical answer.

"Why you...! Give it here!" Roman rushed a hand to grab it from Logan, but the logical aspect was quick to maneuver out of the prince's way, and quickly shoved another spoonful in his mouth.

"I am eating right out of this Roman. Are you sure you want to share germs?" Roman gaped as he regained his footing.

"Excuse me Mr. We-are-the-same-person! I want my damn Crofter's jar back!" He lunged at Logan only to miss again and crash into the refrigerator, causing a couple magnets to fall off.

"You have five others in your cupboard specifically made for Crofter's! Get one of those!" Logan made his way over to said Crofter's jar cabinet and motioned to all five of them. "Are you having trouble counting my dear prince?" Logan began to tease lightly.

Roman growled and whined at the same time, backing Logan into a corner of the kitchen. "But I don't want to open one that's already opened! You gotta share with meeee!"

"Well did you share with me? I believe it's only fair when the rich share with the poor." Logan began holding the jar out of Roman's reach, chuckling slightly at Roman's antics.

"What are you Patton now?!" Roman yelled frustratingly, trying and failing to grab the jar from Logan's hands. But, he gradually stopped trying when his gaze had switched to Logan's unprotected armpit. The logical aspect could practically see the wheels turning in Roman's head as he was coming up with a plan.

"Logan? Are you ticklish?" The word widened Logan's eyes as he quickly yanked his arm down and made a jump to the left shoving, Roman out of the way.

"Absolutely not!" Logan took another step backward, panicking that Roman was actually thinking about resorting to that to get the oh so precious half gone Crofter's jar back.

"I think your reaction begs to differ." It was Roman's turn to chuckle as he ran at Logan who, quickly ran behind the other end of the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. It was then the two sides began to play chicken around it.

"Give me the Crofter's Logan! And I promise I won't tickle you!" Roman and Logan were stalemating on either side of the counter, waiting for the other to make a move first.

"That's a worse lie than any of Deceit's!" Logan quickly looked for a way past the prince quickly spotting the entrance of the corridor to the common's off to the left. He ran towards it, only looking back to check if Roman was following him, which to his confusion he wasn't. It gave Logan a false sense of security, because just as he was about to run into the Commons, a certain shadowy figure of a prince rose up catching the logical aspect by surprise and by his arms.

"Aaaah!" Logan's voice cracked as he yelped when he smashed his nose directly into Roman's chest. His fear was only confirmed by the deep chuckle emanating from Roman's throat.

"R-Roman. Don't..." But his plea was dismissed by the creative aspect hoisting Logic up onto his shoulders with a hefty scoop. "R-Roman no! I-PUT ME DOWN! Fine! Ill put it down. See?! See? I put the jar down! Now release me!" Logan set the Crofter's jar on the closest table that Roman passed by on his way to the Commons. He continued to squirm, hoping Roman would take pity on him, but to no avail.

"Ah wonderful. Im glad I can finish it later. But for now, I'm more interested in this ticklish theory that you seem so insistent to decline, nerd." Roman smirked as he felt Logan's fists beat helplessly against his back as he carried him through the violent squirms, all the way to one of the couches in the commons. Upon arriving, the prince quickly dropped the nerd onto said couch and quickly sat on him, preventing escape.

Logan struggled underneath the prince's weight, but at this point he knew he was done for. His gaze wandered up to Roman's eyes which sparkled with mischief, as the prince was quick to pin his hands under his knees. "Comfortable?"

"Absolutely not." Logan gritted out. "You knew...You knew I was gaining weight and this is how you decide to 'help' me?!" Roman looked quite taken aback at this outburst.

"Help you...what?"

"Don't play dumb Roman. You gave yourself all the Crofter's because you saw how addicted I was. Well you certainly aren't helping me now, by holding me down and...tickling me against my will. I'll just face the facts because I can't win against you. Not with Thomas's Chemical Engineering degree, and certainly not with any of this!" Logan spat.

Roman quickly let go of his hands, seeing Logan had reached his breaking point. "What...what on earth are you talking about? I didn't notice you had gained weight! And if I did this is hardly the way I'd reveal that sort of information to you, Logan." The prince did take a quick glance at the logical aspect's belly, he hadn't noticed until just now that it was slightly pudgier than what he remembered.

"Is that so?" Roman could see small tears forming behind the dark rims of Logan's glasses. "Well the history of your actions say otherwise." Roman scratched his head, unknowing of what to do in the situation. At this point it looked as if Logic could be shattered with so much of a wrong word on the Prince's part. And it only reminded Roman of his own negative thinking and what he's been doing to himself. It was no wonder why Logan took something without asking. He wanted to prove a point.

"Well. What are you going to say? That I'm a hypocrite for not following my own health plan? You might as well because it's a fact."

"It's not a fact, Logan." Roman finally said. "It's actually a falsehood. Weaknesses are common in everyone. In every human and in every aspect of every human. I know because I have many of these weaknesses myself and they are hard to accept. One of them is how I look and I knew if I was in your shoes I would be just as distraught. But do believe me when I say I wouldn't go that far to shame you. Especially if it was about something that we both love. We are a part of the same person Logan. Despite how much we fight, I still care enough not to do that to you. Because you do have some feelings, whether you want to admit it or not."

Logan groaned at the thought of feelings, but shoved the thought off as he searched Roman's face for sincerity. "So...you...do not think any less of me?"

"How could I Logan? You are still my equal. Although we continue to one-up each other it's not for reputations sake. Well...maybe it's partially for reputations sake, but it's also because we have differing opinions and we want those opinions to be heard no matter what. Nothing's changed between us. I am honest to god sure of that."

Roman watched Logan as relief filled his body. "I...apologize for jumping to a conclusion. I was mostly peeved because I thought you had noticed."

"Not at all Logan. I promise that's not why I didn't get you more than one jar. I was honestly..." Roman noticeably gulped as he did his best to swallow is pride. "...honestly just being a jerk." And wanting your attention. Roman wanted to add that last part, but he kept it to himself knowing Logan would absolutely refuse any attempts at courting if he was in this state of mind.

Logan chuckled and wiped away the small tears that had almost formed in his eyes. "At least we can both agree on that."

"Hey! I still have you captured, I'll have you know!" Roman growled, this time a little more playfully.

"Yes about that, can you let me go now?" Logan struggled once again in the prince's grasp.

Roman rubbed his chin. "Hmmm...now that I think about it I'm not sure I want to. You have gotten a bit of meat on your stomach, yes?"

"Yes...?"

"And you are quite insecure about it..."

"......yes..."

"But what if I told you, you didn't have to be?"

"What?" Logan's eyes went wide as Roman began peeling up his shirt. "Wait! Wait what are you doing?" Roman caught Logan's hands as they tried to push his shirt back down, and he began admiring his stomach.

"Oh that's adorable. See here Logan, there are tons of college professors and scientists that have this sort of tum and even more. And are they treated any different by their students and peers?" Roman began to soothingly rub Logan's tummy in circles, feeling the slightly loose skin move underneath his hands.

"Ye-well...um...I suppose not...but...I don't want to be compared to Patton. I'm not cute like him, I'm supposed to be seheherious. Don't tickle." Roman stopped rubbing to look Logan dead in the eyes.

"Aha! So you are ticklish!" Roman began to pick up the speed on his stomach.

"N-no! That's not what I said." Logan tried again to protect himself, but this time it was a half-hearted attempt, and Roman could tell.

"But it's what you meant. People only ask to 'not tickle' if they are ticklish themselves! Isn't that right my dearest professor?" Roman was now drawing soft circles on his sides causing Logan to arch his back and guffaw out a strained chuckle.

"Nngh fine! I am. I'd better be getting a second Crofter's jar after this." Roman chuckled at Logan's attempts at hiding his giggles that were threatening to spring forth.

"It depends on how much tickling you want to withstand. How about this. You let me tell you all the great things about having a belly like yours, and I will give you two more Crofter's jars." Roman's hands slowed, giving Logan enough brain power to think.

"This doesn't include the one I've already eaten out of does it?" Roman groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fiiiinnneee. No it doesn't." Logan gave just a bit more thought.

"Alright. Make it quick though." Roman smirked as he leaned closer to his now accepting captive.

"Why would I make it quick? Tickles like these are meant to be enjoyed." Roman pressed in a little, now rubbing the sides of his stomach with his thumbs.

"Ehehenjoyed!?" Logan tried to stop his hands from going to protect his belly from Roman's onslaught.

"Well yes. Especially when I'm showing you, that a serious teacher like you doesn't need to be embarrassed about something as cute as this." Roman gave his tummy a gentle poke allowing a small giggle to escape Logan's lips.

"See? That's the first thing! Adorable giggles from adorable tickles. Sometimes pudge like this can make you even more ticklish than you already are." Roman began softly rapid poking his belly, sides, and ribs all over.

"Thahahats nohot a peheherk!" Logan was now squirming, finding Roman's actions both ridiculous and intriguing at the same time.

"It is if someone were to enjoy that sweet sweet laughter of yours! Like I do. And yes I do intend to hear more of it. Now, another great thing about having a belly is the amount of warmth you give off!! And all that warmth is just great for hugs." Roman pressed his hands against Logan's tummy and squeezed lightly, sending a jolt through Logan's body.

"Noho! I'm nohot Patton! Patton's the ohohohonly one that gihiHIVES HUHUGS! STAHAP!" Roman thought, continuing to squeeze the entrapped sides up and down relishing in the small squeaks he was getting from him in each pinch.

"Well Virgil would say otherwise. He's told me the hugs you give are grounded in reality and to him that is very comforting. And isn't Logic supposed to ground the rest of the aspects in reality?" Logan was smiling too much to pout, otherwise he would have.

"I hahate whehehehen youhho are rihihihght."

"No you don't!" Roman teased in a sing song voice as his fingers moved to pluck Logan's ribs lightly. "You just might maybe, possibly, slightly dislike it. But you also don't like being wrong, which is one of those weaknesses that we talked about earlier. But lately, you've done good at accepting that we are all part of a human who has faults himself. And for that I am proud of you Logan." Had Logan not been laughing so much, he would have made a sarcastic Disney reference that would have offended Roman more than anything else.

Roman continued smirking through his onslaught on Logan's stomach. "Ah! Another thing a tum is good for is more room for Crofter's!" He paused when Logan gave a slight glare through his laughter. "Alright alright! I won't do that again! I promise! I swear an oath on my sword. I'll move on to the next piece of evidence. It's good for a pillow!" Roman stopped his tickling to lay his head right on Logan's stomach, dramatically humming in content. "Ah so warm..."

"Youho ahare ridiculous..." Logan gave a small gasp as Roman cupped his love handles and continued using him as a pillow. "Are we quite finished?" Roman giggled.

"Hee hee nope!" The fingers on his sides quickly shot up into Logan's unprotected underarms and began wiggling in his armpits. "My you are just ticklish all over! More giggles for me!"

"Thihihis isshihint evehehehn pahahahart of Myhihihi abdohomehehen!!!"

"True! But, your laughter is so addicting I cannot get enough of it!" Roman took a glance at where his head was laying on Logan's stomach. "Hmmm...say Logan? Do you happen to know what a raspberry is?" Logan's eyes went wide with fear.

"Thahahahat ihihis a tahahactic used in CHILdren. NOT ohon serious adults!" Roman hummed again and took his hand out of one Logan's armpits and began swirling around the rim of his belly button with the pointer finger.

"Hmm...I think you want one." Roman teased grinning up at him from his chin's resting place on his stomach.

"DOOHOHO NOHOHOT!" Logan pushed at Roman's face, but it was too late. The prince had already blown a couple raspberries all around the logical aspects tummy. He was about to deliver one to Logan's navel, when he thought better of it.

"Say Logan is your bellybutton ticklish?" Logan shook his head violently, too overcome with giggles to accurately respond.

"Hee hee. You sure, because I'ma touch it!"

"Noho! Do not!" Logan fought against Roman's tickle attempts half-heartedly.

"I'm gonna press the button!" Roman lowered his finger teasingly to Logan's dip.

"Nahaha! Stahahahap!!" Roman slid his other hand to Logan's side to distract him from pushing his finger out of the way.

"I'm going to boop it!" Roman lowered his finger more, grinning as Logan was quite literally flailing with anticipation. The prince decided to end it quick.

(Credited to @royal-sanders beautiful artistry)

"Boop!" He shot his finger the rest of the way into Logan's navel and began to wiggle gently. Logan quickly snorted and dissolved into higher pitched giggles than normal.

"Ahh!! So it is ticklish!! Tickle tickle tickle!" Roman picked up the pace on his swirling finger noticing how pink Logan's cheeks were getting as he tried to cover up his own blushing face. "Daww...none of that Logi Bear. You can't be that embarrassed about this tickle spot that much can you?"

"Stahap teahahahsing youho MOHOHOROHN!" Roman gasped at the name.

"Moron! Though I am proud of you for learning the correct terminology and using it at the right time, but I am no moron! I oughta punish you for that! And what will it be? Oh I know!" Roman lowered his face again and held his lips right above Logan's belly button. The logical aspect quickly shook his head, the eyes sparkling with laughter were betraying his actual movement.

All too soon, Roman blew the biggest and fattest raspberry on his belly button, once again throwing Logan into giggly hysterics. It was then Roman decided that Logan had enough and began to rub the tickly feelings away, continuing to admire the pudge in the process.

"And a final thing that's good about pudge?" Logan rested his head against sofa arm, panting as he watched Roman's final movements. "There's more of you to kiss for a future romantic partner." Roman bent down and kissed his stomach once causing the breathless Logan to raise an eyebrow.

"Fuhuhuture romantic partner? Roman, Virgil and Patton are already dating. I have no chance with anyone else." Roman made a strangled sound with his throat.

"Excuse me!? What am I? Chopped liver!? I am sitting directly on you!" Logan onced Roman over.

"I am aware, but your actions especially today have shown me you are more annoyed with me than...the other thing..."

"Its called "Trying to get someone's attention" Nerd! Never heard of it? Yes I was being a jerk, but I also...wanted your eyes on me." Roman muttered out the last part quietly as if he was the one embarrassed about his actions now.

"Roman, if you want my attention depriving me of Crofter's just so I can steal it and have a cognitive distortion of my own is not the best way to do it." Logan folded his arms across his chest giving Roman a 'Look-who's-right-now?' sort of glare.

"I know! I know." Roman hung his head. "But I redeemed myself didn't I?" He looked up to Logan who seemed like he was in deep thought.

"Perhaps...I havent decided yet."

"What do you mean perhaps?! I just don't want to lose this chance I have with you." Roman pouted and reluctantly moved off Logan to sit on the couch next to him, for which Logan was eternally grateful.

"You haven't Roman. At least not yet. But, now that I know you hold certain romantic feelings for me, I need to figure out what I myself...ugh...feel."

"So you don't dislike me? Even after all that?" The Prince winced waiting for Logan's answer.

"I am more annoyed than anything. But despite all that, there might be something there...I just need time Roman." Roman nodded hopefully.

"Then time is something I can give you!"

"Wonderful." Logan deadpanned. "I do want to thank you for helping me see past what I had originally thought about myself, and also for...I guess making me laugh." Logan reluctantly shared the last part of his confession with the prince. "It doesn't happen as often as it should. Just don't do it every day, or in front of the others."

Roman chuckled happily. "Alright alright. I'll have mercy on you."

"Thanks." Logan replied sarcastically, the small smile on his face betraying the tone of his voice. "Now that that's all out of the way, may I have my reward no-?" Roman put a finger to his lips, shushing him.

"Soon. Soon my dear Logan. I don't want to get up right now."

"That's alright. I can get myself." The logical aspect made a move to get off the couch but was pulled back down by Roman.

"Nuuuuu! Stay with me!!! I'm lonely and want to cuddle. If you leave with the Crofter's jars I won't see you again until lunch! And maybe not even then because your belly will be full!" Logan rolled his eyes but sat back down and let the Fanciful aspect engulf him in a hug from behind. They were soon laying down across the couch with Roman spooning Logan and planting kisses along his neck.

It's not that Logan didn't like the shower of affection, it just felt odd that the mightier of the aspects would choose him as a romantic partner. Ever since Logan found Crofter's, the logical aspect had been slightly worried about his appearance as he continued to eat more. But if he had someone to share that love of Crofter's and the small insecurities he had with, managing his loves and fixations might become a little easier.

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[tinysidestrashcaptain]

Happy Birthday, Cef!!!

In honor of @cefmua56 's birthday today, have some platonic Logince tickle fluff!!!! Hope you enjoy! 💙

Roman quietly regarded Tiny Logan, who was raptly watching some Discovery special on dinosaurs, and frowned a little. He had never heard Logan laugh, truly laugh. He'd chuckled, and sometimes offered a sardonic half laugh or snort of derision, but a real, full-bellied laugh? Never. Not once.

As a child, Logan was much more expressive, endlessly filled with questions and wonder. It made the royal wonder how much of the "adult" persona Logan usually portrayed was real and how much was for show. Even more worryingly, Logan really didn't get touched much, aside from the enthusiastic hugs Patton gave to everyone.

Tiny Logan glanced at him during a commercial break, and his brow furrowed. Why did Princey look so sad? He tugged Roman's sleeve and asked that same question.

"Well, I just realized I've never heard you truly laugh, Lo."

"And that makes you sad? Why?"

"Because everyone deserves to laugh."

"....You should make me laugh then!" Logan smiled, pleased he'd found a solution. Roman thought for a second, then slowly smiled.

"Well, I'm dreadful at jokes, so I don't think that would work, buuuut...."

"What, Ro?! Whatcha gonna do?!?" Logan practically squealed, clutching his dinosaur stuffie in anticipation.

"I could TICKLE YOU!!!! Raaaawr!!!" He grabbed at the child, his fingers digging into his sides, and Logan squirmed and laughed.

"Nohohohoho!!! Noooot tiiiicckklleeesss!! Hehehehe!!!" Logan laughed and tried to squirm away, and Roman quickly banded an arm around his middle, hauling him closer.

"YES tickles!!! The Tickle Monster has you now!!!!" Roman gleefully dug his fingers into Logan's armpits, across his tummy, into his sides, fluttered across his neck. Logan's laugh was utterly charming!

" Nooooooo!!!!!!" Tiny Logan was practically screaming with laughter, his face red, his glasses askew. Roman grinned and flopped him down before lifting his shirt and blowing a raspberry on the child's stomach.

Slowly, the laughter died down into giggles, and Roman smiled at the little geekling, letting him catch his breath.

"I do believe I'm going to have to do this again when you're big so I can compare your laughs. For SCIENCE!" He said it with his usual dramatic flair, and surprisingly, Logan clapped his hands and kicked his feet with joy.

"You should!!! It'll be a....'speriment!!!" Roman felt his heart warm, looking at those big, hopeful eyes. Yes, he was definitely going to make a point to hear adult Logan laugh.

[august-anon]

Bready or Not

I am late, as Cef’s birthday was Oct 6th, but here is here is her birthday fic! @cefsticklestoo​, happy late birthday!

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic (at least that was the goal) Logince

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Logan, Ler!Roman

Word Count: 795 words

Summary: Logan should've known that Roman noticed his moods. At least he was willing to help out.

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Logan sighed. He was not a fan of being on the closing shift. Sure, not having to wake up early was a plus, as was the fact that the bakery closed earlier than most other jobs, but cleaning up the place was a nightmare. Sure, the rest of the staff was pretty good at keeping things clean, they ran a tight ship, but it was a bakery. There was bound to be flour and crushed sweets and an assortment of messes all over the place.

“You, sir, need to lighten up.”

And then there was that.

Logan didn’t have anything against Roman, truly. In fact, they were good friends, Logan greatly enjoyed his company and he was one of the few people in the bakery that Logan enjoyed being on shift with. The problem lied in the fact that Roman was abysmal at cleaning, drawing out the closing process and making them have to stay even later.

“I don’t need to do anything,” Logan shot back with a scowl, though it was lacking much heat. “Except maybe sweep these floors again, since someone has been tracking flour everywhere. Again.”

Roman gave him an offended look. “It’s not my fault there’s flour everywhere! We work in a bakery!”

“You’re the one who spilled it!”

“Alright, Groucho,” Roman growled, “that’s it.”

Logan yelped and danced out of the way as Roman lunged. He had foolishly trapped himself behind the front counter with Roman, the door to the back already shut and locked after they’d finished cleaning back there. Short of hopping the counter (which Logan was not going to do, he just wiped it down), Logan had no escape. There was no way he could get the counter door open fast enough.

“I know what you’re doing,” Roman said, breaking into a laugh as he chased Logan around the small space. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Actually, yes. Logan had hoped he’d been more subtle than that.

He yelped as Roman trapped him against the counter with an evil grin, a hand caging him in on either side. He couldn’t get out without shoving Roman away, and he wouldn’t want Roman to slip and fall on the flour that was on the ground. That was the only reason.

“Offering to grab everything off the tall shelves so you had to stretch, even though you know I’m taller? Elbowing me in the side every time you passed to try and get a response? Biting your lip and looking away whenever I would grin?”

“Shut up,” Logan grumbled, shrinking in on himself.

“Someone’s in a bit of a lee mood, isn’t he?”

“Shut up!”

“So rude!” Roman laughed, caging him in even further. “Rude people don’t get tickles!”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Roman’s face softened.

“Alright, alright. Maybe I’m being a little rude, too.” He smirked down at Logan. “Tell you what: one little word and you can have all the tickles you want.”

Logan glanced up at him. “And? What’s the word?”

“All you have to say is ‘please.’”

Logan bit his lip. He didn’t know why it was so hard, when Roman had obviously been trying to make it easy. All he had to say was please. He didn’t have to do anything dumb or silly. He didn’t even have to say the word tickle.

“Please,” Logan mumbled.

Roman leaned in, lifting a hand to cup his ear. “What was that?”

Logan sighed. “Please,” he said, only slightly louder.

“My pleasure,” Roman borderline-cooed.

Logan didn’t even bother holding in his laughter, bursting into giggles immediately as Roman’s fingers began skittering at his sides. Even though his work shirt, Roman’s blunt nails made quick work of Logan’s nerves. He barely got that quick warmup before Roman began squeezing his way down to Logan’s hips.

“Wait, wait!” Logan squealed, voice going shrill in his anticipation.

Roman let out a deep chuckle. “Wait for what? You’ve been waiting all day! Least I could do is help you out a little.”

And with that, Roman’s hands landed on Logan’s hips. Logan let out a borderline scream before quickly covering his mouth with both his hands. He sincerely hoped no one was walking by the front of the shop right now, that would be mortifying with all the windows providing a perfect view to his destruction.

Logan leaned forward and let his teary eyes run over onto Roman’s shirt, still cackling into his hands. He felt more than heard Roman’s responding laugh.

“You know, I think I may be at it for a while. Gotta tickle all those giggles out of you so you’re not hungry for more!”

Needless to say, they didn’t finish cleaning and closing until much later than they should have.

[mlmlee]

This Is Your Warning!

Title: This Is Your Warning!

Ship: Logince (Romantic)

Word Count: 1112

Triggers: Vague mentions of injury/bleeding, but it isn’t graphic. If I need to add something, let me know!

A/N: Hi! This is honestly kinda my first tfic for this fandom, so tell me if I did a good thing or not? And I may or may not be completely projecting my love of tickling onto these characters because why not XD-- Also, criticism is appreciated when it’s constructive!! Thanks!!

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“Roman, you know I love you dearly, but I simply must demand an answer to a question I’m wondering about. Why on earth would you ever think that walking around barefoot, outide, in the fucking winter snow and ice was a good idea?”

Roman blinked back at Logan for a few moments before declaring his, rather intelligent, sentiment of “I..Virgil said I wouldn’t do it, so obviously I had to prove him wrong!.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, clenching the other into a fist to avoid strangling his boyfriend. He would have to remember to talk to Virgil about that later.

“Okay, well, now your feet are borderline bleeding because they got so dry from the cold air outside. What exactly do you intend to do about that, if I may ask?”

Roman slowly blinked again. He looked down at his, admittedly very sore, feet, then back up to Logan. “Do you have any lotion, Logan? I’m out, and haven’t found the time to go somewhere and get more.”

Logan rolled his eyes before walking away to get the lotion. “I’ll be right back, Roman. Don’t go anywhere.” Logan threatened, heading to his room to get the bottle of lotion.

Roman hummed to himself while he awaited Logan’s return before he remembered something that made his entire face flush immediately.

He was insanely, undeniably ticklish. And, oh boy, Logan was about to find out.

Logan reappeared beside him, holding a bottle of lotion. “Okay, I’m back, Roman. I know you don’t like lotion on your hands, so do you want me to put it on for you?” Logan asked, looking up at the other. 

Roman, in an attempt to mentally prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen, nodded towards Logan. “Oh, um, yes, sure. Thank you, dear.”

Logan nodded and squirted a dollop of lotion onto his hands before sitting himself at the edge of the couch where Roman was seated, and took his boyfriend’s feet into his lap.

Roman took a steadying breath and clenched his fists as he felt Logan beginning to work the lotion into the incredibly sensitive skin.

Logan felt Roman tense up and glanced up, confused, until he saw his boyfriend’s face: red, eyes shut, and suppressing a smile, and he knew what was going on. 

Logan stopped rubbing in the lotion before grinning and lightly wiggling his fingers underneath Roman’s toes.

Roman snickered softly, and gently tugged at Logan’s hold on his feet.

Logan smirked slightly, glancing towards Roman. “Whatever could be wrong, Roman? Why is your face so red?”

Roman snickered and covered his face with his hands, trying to stifle any stray giggles from escaping.

Logan scratched across Roman’s heels, and Roman squeaked lightly, and quickly tugged his feet away from Logan, blushing lightly and pulling his knees up to his chest, watching Logan carefully.

Logan fondly rolled his eyes and tugged Roman back down by the ankles, readjusting the both of them so that he was now sitting and stradling Roman’s hips.

Roman flushed and looked at Logan. “W-whatcha doin there, Glasses Case?”

Logan smiled down at his boyfriend.

“Trying something. So. It appears that the mighty prince is perhaps a bit ticklish. Am I right?”

Roman bit his lip lightly, before crossing his arms stubbornly. “What? No, of-of course not.” Roman averted his eyes off to the side, knowing what was to follow.

Logan suddenly got an idea. He lightly clicked his teeth. “Roman, do you promise not to take Virgil up on irresponsible dares any more?”

Roman furrowed his eyebrows before glaring up at Logan. “Of course not. I have a reputation to keep up here as the adventurous side! I will not let it crumble because of the words of that sullen stormy knight.”

Logan nodded curtly. “Very well, then. Just know that you chose this way.”

Roman looked confused. “What waAY- Hey!”

Roman broke into giggles as he felt ten fingers individually wiggling into his sides. “Nononononono! Ihihit tihick-tihihic-!”

Logan smirked. “Tickles? Well, I should certainly hope so. That does tend to be the intended goal of tickling an individual.”

Roman flushed bright red when he heard that word. “Dohohon’t sahay ihihit!”

Logan cracked a smile. “What? ‘Tickle’? It is merely a word, Roman, it will not do anything to harm you, I can assure you.”

Roman giggled and covered his face to hide his blushy cheeks. Logan took note that 

Roman was not making any attempt to stop him.

“Well, Roman? Are you going to stop doing stupid things just because you and Virgil think it is entertaining?”

Roman snorted when he felt two thumbs drill into his hips. “NOHOHO!”

Logan tsked and paused his fingers for a moment. “Well, then, I simply have no choice in the matter. I must tickle the nonsense out of you.”

Roman squeaked as he saw Logan once again lower his fingers over his quivering tummy, holding his breath in an attempt to hold in his giggles.

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t have to look so shy, Roman. It is apparent that you are enjoying yourself. You have not yet asked me to stop, after all. It is quite endearing.”

Roman covered his grin and giggled. Logan wiggled his fingers above Roman’s tummy, watching as Roman’s eyes followed his fingers carefully. Logan smiled when Roman giggled, wiggling slightly in place.

“What’s wrong, Roman? I haven’t even touched you yet.” Logan held a certain twinkle in his eyes that showed his sincere love for the other. 

Suddenly, the fingers resting just above Roman’s tummy touched down, scribbling rapidly across the sensitive flesh.

Roman fell into helpless giggles. “Ah! Nohohoho, Logahan!”

Logan did not pause at all. “Yes, Roman, that is my name. Is there something you require?”

Roman snorted and fell back into a pool of giggly goop, and didn’t respond other than the occasional squeak.

Logan paused his wiggling fingers to repeat his question. “Well? Now do you promise to be more responsible, Roman?” Logan grinned before wiggling his fingers threateningly again. 

Roman giggled and gave in. “Ohokay! I gihive. No more of that, I promise. Dearest.”

Logan smiled before pulling Roman to a sitting position, right beside him. “Good. At least we both have the assurance that you two will be safer.”

Logan paused before he remembered something important. “Oh, Roman?”

Roman tilted his head slightly, resulting in an image that somewhat resembled a puppy. 

“Yeah, specs?”

“I never did finish putting on that lotion. Looks like we’ll have to finish that up now.”

The rest of the afternoon in the mindpalace  was filled with lots and lots of royal giggles.