#patton is tickling either roman or logan... but why? what prompted it?

[hahanamegobrrrr]

How do you think you would react if there was a t-word mention in Sanders Sides? Like if it was something as simple as using the expressions "tickles your fancy/tickles your funnybone" or Patton being a stereotypical dad and threatening to tickle someone for whatever reason or even Roman just listing off fights he could win and includes tickle fights–Okay, I'm gonna go binge-read some fics now, bye

it would depend on how much of a mention it was

like from your examples, just like a casual "tickles your fancy" being in one of the lines would make me go "OPE-" and I'd probably replay the clip LOL

if it was a full dad-patton threatening to tickle one of the others, I would go absolutley feral HSJAHJS and it would probably prompt some sort of fic/art from me because C'MON HOW CAN YOU PASS UP THAT OPPORTUNITY

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Goodnight

Prompts: TODAY IS LESBIAN DAY WE NEED WLW SIDES - anon (who is correct)

Hi, I just wanna say I love how you writing is a perfect blend of angst and fluff.

If you want, could you write a story of Remus (or Janus) comforting Logan after a nightmare. No pressure.💚 - anon (who is also correct)

I mean we gotta appreciate the lesbians

Read on Ao3

Warnings: literally this thing is so fluffy imma use it as a pillow

Pairings: introloceit, implied background dlampr

Word Count: 1437

 Just because she’s Logic doesn’t mean she doesn’t get nightmares.

Logan’s footsteps are silent save for the few creaks in the floorboards. Despite the fact that they are decidedly not physical, it seems the laws of physics have no trouble extending to a metaphysical level. She keeps her eyes out for anyone who might be awake. She has to keep them safe, they have to—

 They’ve just got to be safe.

 She rounds the corner into the Dark Sides’ living room and pauses. Remus—Remus isn’t here. Remus is always here. She doesn’t sleep, not like the rest of them do.

 Logan feels her blood run cold.

 Remus. Where is Remus?

 She breaks into a run, looking for the one light under her door, under Virgil’s door, under anyone’s door. She rounds the corner and—

 Janus’s door is cracked, a soft glow spilling into the hallway. As she edges closer, she hears a faint tapping coming from inside.

 She hesitates, then reaches out and knocks twice.

 The tapping stops.

 “Come in.”

 Breathing a sigh of relief, Logan pushes the door open to see Janus sitting at her desk. She looks up and smiles softly. 

 “Hi, sweetie,” she murmurs, “what’re you doing awake?”

 “I could ask you the same question.” She glances at the door. “May I come in?”

 “Of course, sweetie, come in. Sit down.”

 Logan glances one more time at the hallway. Janus catches it and frowns.

 “What’s wrong, sweetie, did you hear something?”

 “No, I’m alright, I just—“ she swallows— “haven’t seen Remus.”

 “I’m in here too, Pocket Protector.”

 Logan’s head jerks around. Janus gestures to the bed and sure enough, there’s Remus, her legs kicked up behind her. She waves.

 “Get over here, Lolo,” she calls, “sit down. Jan-Jan’s gonna be protective since you’re up so late.”

 “You’re both up late too,” Logan mumbles as she does as bid, closing the door with a soft click and perching awkwardly on the end of the bed. Janus frowns, turning around.

 “Did you want something?”

 “Huh? Oh no, I’m perfectly alright.”

 Janus hisses gently.

 Logan pushes her glasses further up her nose. “May I ask what you’re working on?”

 Janus and Remus exchange a glance before Janus sighs. “A plan for a new test Remus wants to do. Hopefully, it should increase effectiveness and control the reverse-osmosis-torque factor.” She frowns at Logan when there’s no response. She waits for a second before standing and coming to crouch in front of her “Alright, what’s happened?”

 “What?” Logan blinks. “Nothing, nothing, everything’s fine.”

 Janus raises an eyebrow.

 “Mmm, what the hell is reverse-osmosis-torque factor?”

 Logan’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Remus huffs and scoots a little closer.

 Janus softens, reaching up to fix Logan’s glasses. “Why did you come in the middle of the night?”

 “You’re still awake too!”

 “Insomniacs, sweetie. Why did you close the door?”

 Logan stutters into silence, mouth trying to form words. Janus stands, reaching to gently cup Logan’s cheek. “Sweetie, what happened?”

 “…you won’t believe me.”

 Before she can blink, Remus is sprawled across her lap, toying idly with the hem of her nightshirt. Janus sits on the bed next to her, still cupping her face, another hand stretching out to turn off the computer.

 “Lies are my job, Logan,” she murmurs, “I’ll believe you.”

 “I had a nightmare.”

 She waits for her to laugh. Nothing except an encouraging tap under her chin.

 “It was…bad.”

 “What happened,” Remus asks quietly, “can you tell us, Lolo?”

 She swallows heavily. “I couldn’t remember who you, or Patton, or Roman, or Virgil, or—or Remus were. You—I didn’t know what to do, you—”

 Janus lets out a soft noise as she swallows again.

 “…you didn’t remember me either.”

 “Oh, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, pulling Logan’s head into the crook of her neck, “shh, we remember you, of course we remember you, you’re so important, sweetie.”

 “You’re not going anywhere, Lolo.” Remus turns over to plant her face in her tummy. “You’re ours. You’re never getting away.”

 Despite everything, the corner of Logan’s mouth quirks up. “What did I do to deserve this?”

 “You’re you,” Remus says simply, “that’s enough.”

 Before Logan can respond to that—or even work out how—Remus rolls off and starts tugging her hand. “Come on.”

 “Where are we going?”

 “You’re gonna sleep, Lolo, and we’re gonna take care of you.”

 “What about—“ she gestures toward the computer.

 “Mindless scrolling, Logan,” Janus says softly, “now come on.”

 Logan lets Remus tug her up, only to squeak in surprise when she suddenly has an armful of green.

 “What are you doing?”

 “I’m hugging you, you big doof.” She looks up at her, placing her chin flat on her chest. “You look like you need a hug.”

 “What are you gonna do, just cuddle me all night?” Remus nods. “N-no, you don’t have to, I’ll be alright—“

 “You don’t have to do that, baby girl,” Remus says, still trying to get Logan to lie down.

 “Let us take care of you, sweetie.” Janus does up behind her to wrap more arms around the two of them.

 Logan knows when she’s outnumbered. As Janus goes to turn the light off, she lets Remus pull back the covers and snuggle into bed near the wall. She lies down next to her, trying to get comfortable in the darkness.

 Only for Janus to try to lie down on top of her.

 “Janus, I—ah! You’re squishing me!” She’s met with a chuckle as Janus’s weight settles atop her. “Get off me!”

 “You’re in my spot, sweetie.” She slings one leg over hers so they’re flush. “You move.”

 “I cannot move with you on top of me!” She pushes lightly at her chest to demonstrate. In the dim light, she sees her grin turned wicked.

 “Really?” Her hands begin to slowly trail up and down her sides. “You can’t move? At all? Mind if I test that?”

 Her eyes widened. “Don’t.”

 “Too late.” She smirks and starts tickling her, smiling as she starts to giggle and squirm, trying to get away. “Seems like you can move fairly well to me.”

 “St-stop! Pl-please stop��no!”

 “But your laugh is so cute, giggle bug,” Remus says, the traitor. As her giggles turn silent, Janus kneads her sides one last time before stopping, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

 “You okay, sweetie?”

 “No…more. Please?”

 Janus chuckles and runs her hand over her stomach. “Want to move out of my spot?”

 She pushes herself up, giving Logan room to roll out of the way before collapsing back down. The second she lies down, she wraps her arms around Logan’s waist, pushes her legs between her, laying her head on her chest.

 “Are you certain this is not an excuse to cuddle me?”

 Janus lifts her head up, running a hand through Logan’s hair. “Why did you come to me, sweetie?”

 At Logan’s silence, Remus chuckles and snuggles against Logan’s shoulder. “She gotcha. Now she’s not gonna let you go for a week.”

 That…doesn’t sound like the worst possible outcome.

 Remus smirks. “You know you’ve just given me the green light to protectively cuddle you at any time, right?”

 Janus plants an exaggerated kiss on her forehead, hushing her whine of protest. “You love it, sweetie. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

 “So do you.”

 “Of course.” Janus winks. “Just don’t ruin my reputation.”

 The room quiets. Remus drifts off first, whistling snores in Logan’s ear. The noise itself isn’t enough to keep her awake, but she stays doggedly alert, her eyes opening every few seconds.

 Will the nightmare come back? What if they realize that it’s true, that they don’t need me? What if this makes them decide they don’t want me anymore?

 “Sweetie,” Janus whispers, moving up to tuck Logan’s head under her chin, “shh. That’s not true, you know it isn’t. We love you, sweetie, you’re important to us.”

 In her sleep, Remus grabs onto her, turning her face into her shoulder.

 Oh.

 Oh.

 “Go to sleep, sweetie,” Janus soothes, running her hand through Logan’s hair, “we’ll be here when you wake up.”

 The hand in her hair is doing wonders to send her right to sleep. She opens her mouth to clumsily mumble: “thank you.”

 “Of course, sweetie. Now goodnight.”

General Taglist:@frxgprince @potereregina @reddstardust @gattonero17 @iamhereforthegayshit @thefingergunsgirl @awkwardandanxiousfander @creative-lampd-liberties @djpurple3 @winterswrandomness  @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes  @iminyourfandom  @bullet-tothefeels  @full-of-roman-angst-trash  @ask-elsalvador @ramdomthingsfrommymind @demoniccheese83  @pattonsandershugs @el-does-photography @princeanxious  @firefinch-ember  @fandomssaremysoul  @im-an-anxious-wreck  @crazy-multifandomfangirl @punk-academian-witch  @enby-ralsei  @unicornssunflowersandstuff  @wildhorsewolf @thetruthaboutthesun @stubbornness-and-spite @princedarkandstormv @your-local-fookin-deadmeme @angels-and-dreams  @averykedavra @a-ghostlight-for-roman @treasurechestininterweb  @cricketanne  @aularei @queerly-fluid-fan @compactdiscdraws @cecil-but-gayer  @i-am-overly-complicated  @annytheseal  @alias290  @tranquil-space-ninja @arxticandy @mychemically-imbalanced-romance @whyiask @crows-ace @emilythezeldafan @frida0043 @ieatspinalcords @snowyfires @cyanide-violence @oonagh2 @xxpanic-at-the-everywherexx @rabbitsartcorner @percy-07734 @triflingassailantofmyemotions

If you want to be added/taken off the taglist let me know!

[trashyswitch]

Horror Movies on Valentine's Day

Thomas is celebrating Valentine's Day with all the sides individually before the 14th actually comes around. Today is his 'date night' with Virgil and as it turns out: horror movies have become the new romantic genre!

This prompt was put together during a roleplay with Pumpkinpaw. With her permission, I could create (and edit the hell out of) this fanfic! I hope you enjoy the fanfic, Lu!

And Happy Valentine's Day to all my friends, online friends, and followers on AO3 and Tumblr! I know there are some people who don't like Valentine's Day because it's turned into a money grab and expectation creator, but hey: the whole holiday started out in Rome and included sacrificing 2 men named Valentine. This happened a few times during the third century! 

Sooooooo: Fuck off love! (THIS IS A JOKE!)

Thomas had been trying to hang out with all the sides as Valentine's Day showed up. He often tried to save the Valentine’s family/friends stuff on actual Valentine’s day, and would celebrate with the sides before the day. He adored them and wanted to show his appreciation for all the parts of him that made him Thomas Sanders.

He had started out with Patton because he had known him the longest. He made Valentine’s crafts and cards with the Dad, and had a snuggle party with all of Patton’s stuffed animals! They even made little palm-sized heart pillows! They were so cute and a couple of them ended up with googly eyes and pink lipstick!

For Logan, Thomas had put together some board games to play and shared a cup of red wine with him. Logan often liked simple and enjoyable, so Thomas offered that to him. He also...may or may not have drawn little hearts and cheesy messages on Logan’s face by the time he fell asleep from the wine...

When he moved onto Roman, Thomas threw a red-themed Valentine’s Day fiesca for him. Roman happily enjoyed the endless chocolate bits, the cute little edible hearts and absolutely loved the roses he received for Valentines day. “I no longer feel single this Valentine’s Day!” Roman had reacted, crying a tear or two.

Now, it was Virgil’s turn. He didn’t really know what exactly to do because of his ‘darker’ aesthetic. But, he knew Virgil would help him figure out what they could do together. Thomas called him and had him summoned in front of him.

Virgil stumbled a little as he was summoned. “Oh- Jeez! Warn a dude, Thomas!” Virgil reacted, thrown a little off guard by the sudden change of scenery.

Thomas bit his lip in both guilt yet amusement. “Hi Virgil. Sorry about that.” Thomas replied, waving.

Virgil adjusted his sweater and moved his bangs back into his eyes. “‘Sup Thomas. Whatddya need?” He asked.

Thomas chuckled and handed him a card that said ‘Valentine I’m batty for you’ with a cute bat and a few black and purple hearts below it. Virgil smiled a little at the gesture. “Thanks Thomas. You didn’t have to.”

Thomas laughed at that. “I wanted to! I wanted to hang out with you!” Thomas told him.

Virgil raised his eyebrows. “Say what now?”

Thomas giggled. “I want to hang out with you.” Thomas repeated.

Virgil looked around a little and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.”

Virgil took his invite, but his eyes said something a little different.

“You okay?” Thomas asked.

Virgil bit his lip and looked away. “Why the hell do you wanna hang out with me of all people?” Virgil asked.

Thomas’s face softened as he opened his arms to him. Virgil reluctantly took the hug, and grew surprised when he felt Thomas sit him down. “Because I’m celebrating Valentine’s day with all the sides!” Thomas replied.

Virgil lifted an eyebrow. “But...Why me? Anxiety? Hello?” Virgil asked, a little more bluntly. “Why not Patton?”

Thomas smiled at that. “Cause I’m in the mood to hang out with you!” Thomas replied. “And I already hung out with Patton recently.”

Virgil blinked in surprise. “Uh…okay…”

Virgil shifted in his seat, not sure what he had planned. “So...What do you wanna...y’know...do?” he asked.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea. What do you do on Valentines day?” Thomas asked.

Virgil scoffed and smiled. “Horror movies are usually my go-to.” He admitted.

Now it was Thomas’s turn to be surprised. “Really? You watch horror movies?” Thomas reacted.

Virgil smirked and snickered. “I watch them all the time.” Virgil replied.

Thomas bit his lip. “I...but you’re…”

“I’m fight or flight? Yeah, funnily enough: I don’t get spooked easily.” Virgil added.

Thomas widened his eyes and clapped his hands. “Alright! Let’s watch a horror movie!” Thomas replied, turning on the TV. “Any specific horror movies you wanna watch?” he asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn’t really matter.”

Thomas soon came up with ‘The Silence of the Lambs’.

Virgil laughed when Thomas considered that one. “Do I look like a Remus to you?” He asked.

“No, but I do know you like cult classics. And this is as classic as it gets.” Thomas replied. “And: it was released on February 14th.” He added.

Virgil looked at the screen with a confused and surprised face. “Why was that the release date option for this thriller movie?” Virgil asked.

“Maybe we can watch and find out ourselves?” Thomas offered.

Virgil chuckled. “Oh BoY! I cAn’T wAiT!” Virgil declared in his best Remus impression. Thomas bursted out laughing at that. “Oh! I have an idea.” Virgil added suddenly. Thomas slowly stopped laughing and looked at him. “Let’s turn this into a game. First person to get scared gets tickled for an hour.” Virgil suggested.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “Really?! Where the heck did that come from?!” Thomas asked.

Virgil froze up a little and bit his lip. “Remus and I used to play it.” Virgil admitted. “It was a challenge option that suited both of us, and we would make challenges based on the movies.” Virgil explained.

Thomas smiled and poked his side. Virgil jumped and shot him a warning look with a smirk. “The movie hasn’t started yet! That’s cheating!” Virgil yelled at him.

Thomas threw his hands up. “Fine, fine! Okay.” Thomas turned on the movie.

“Good luck.” Virgil purred in a teasy, smug voice.

Thomas smirked. “Good luck to you too.” He replied. Virgil gave Thomas a push as the production logos finished playing.

The movie started off with Clarice training and running in the woods. The movie moved right along to Clarice getting the case all the way to her seeing the information about Dr. Hannibal Lector and meeting him. The meeting was mostly quiet and as a result, it had been turned up quite loudly to catch the dialogue.

Partway through their first meeting, Clarice calmly throws a comeback to Dr. Lector’s personal and over specific observations about Clarice. Virgil smiled at Clarice’s intelligence. The feeling of satisfaction filled him as he looked away for only a minute, before the sound of something screeching made him jump and look back over.

The screeching was only a desk. A bloody desk. The movie had been so quiet until then.

Thomas laughed at this and started wiggling his fingers menacingly. “60 minutes of tickles is a gooooo!” He declared excitedly.

Virgil yelped and leaned back. “N-No! Nah! I-I wasn’t ready!-”

Thomas giggled and brought his fingers closer and closer to Virgil. “No one’s eeeever ready for jumpscares…” Thomas reminded him slyly.

Virgil bit his lip as a wobbly grin appeared on his face.

“Hey Alexa! Set a timer for 60 minutes!” Thomas yelled to the Alexa in the kitchen.

Virgil widened his eyes and punched his arm lightly. “You ass!”

[Setting a timer for 60 minutes.] Alexa replied.

Thomas immediately started tickling his sides and ribs first. Virgil grunted and bucked his hips, refusing to give him what he wanted without a fight. Thomas snickered at his determination. “I should’ve known the ticklish emo would hide his giggles.” Thomas said with a sly voice. “Am I gonna have to work to get any laughter out of you?” He asked as well.

Virgil glared at him, pushing Thomas’s shoulders while he fought. In response: Thomas grabbed his wrist sleeves in one hand, and pinned them a couple feet above Virgil’s own belly.

Virgil fought to pull his wrists away. “You won’t get me laughing.” Virgil angrily vowed, struggling to pull his sweater sleeves out of Thomas’s hand.

Thomas giggled at that, and took a mental note of the unzipped sweater. “There there, we’ll see about that!” Thomas dug his fingers into the open armpit. “A tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle!” Thomas teased as he moved his hand down to his upper ribs.

Virgil blushed a bright red from the teasing alone, and bit his lip hard as he writhed under the man.

Next, Thomas moved his hands to his belly and started drumming and squishing it. “Look at dis wittle bewwyyyy! It’s so squooshy and adorable!” Thomas teased even further in a baby voice.

By now, the teasing and tickling was starting to get to him. Virgil had started letting out a few little giggles here and there. “Shuhut uhup!” Virgil shot back.

Thomas gasped excitedly. “Was that a giggle I heard?” Thomas teased, still treating Virgil like a little kid.

Virgil just growled at that. “F-Fuck off.”

Thomas just continued to tickle him, going higher and higher pitched to baby him even more. “Was that a giggle I heard?” Thomas moved his hand to his side and started squeezing. “Was that a giggle giggle giggle I heard?” Thomas teased with his face closer to Virgil’s. Virgil clenched his teeth and started slightly tittering as his lips stretched and loosened. “I think it was!” Thomas answered his own question.

Virgil’s throat was letting out little titters and giggles while his lips were working against him and creating a smile despite his attempts to stop it. “Sh-Shuhut uhup! Ahass!” Virgil shot back hollowly while kicking and bucking to get Thomas off of him.

Thomas giggled and took another look at the unzipped sweater. The reality of the situation was that Virgil could easily get out of there. He could easily slip his hands out and run away without his jacket. So Virgil was either super connected to his jacket, or Virgil didn’t want to escape!

“Hey Virgil?” Thomas asked.

“Whahahat?” He responded.

“Do you like being tickled?” he asked him.

Virgil scoffed at that. “Whahat gahave yohohou thahat idehea?” Virgil shot back with a deepening red blush.

Thomas smirked and leaned in. “Don’t make me do it…” He warned. “Dooon’t make me do the raspberry thing!” Thomas warned, leaning closer and closer with a big smirk on his face.

Virgil glared defiantly at him. But...there was the slightest smirk on his face that told him everything: “Fuck. Off.”

Thomas smiled as he listened to that reply, and blew a BIG raspberry on Virgil’s covered belly. Virgil threw his head back and SCREAMED!

Thomas bursted out laughing at him as he lifted his head away from his belly. “Here lies Virgil Sanders. A beloved person with a blunt yet secretly caring attitude towards life. May his soul and cohohonfidehehence-” Thomas had to pause to let himself laugh at his own stupid joke, “Rehest in peheheace.”

Virgil punched Thomas in the arm with his ‘bound’ arm lightly. “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up!” He yelled back at him.

Thomas smiled in pure amusement as he resumed tickling his side. The man leaned in again and blew another belly raspberry on his ticklish victim.

Virgil started squealing and kicking as his laughter finally broke free from his lungs. “FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!”

Thomas gasped excitedly and threw his fist in the air! “YES! I DID IT!” he shouted before returning back to tickling. Virgil just hissed through his laughter and shook his head.

Thomas quickly started tickling up and down his ribs and sides. He wanted to get as much laughter as he could out of Virgil, before the hour ended and the movie resumed.

Virgil threw his head back as he laughed harder, while squirming and shaking his body back and forth.

“Listen to his laughter! You can surely tell he’s experiencing heaven!” Thomas declared proudly.

Virgil glared right at Thomas again, kicking his legs uselessly behind Thomas.

Thomas took this as evidence to the truth. “Or maybe, this IS his heaven!” Thomas offered. “Is getting tickled by your main Sanders your ultimate choice of heaven?” Thomas teased.

Virgil’s face was bright and shaded with blush from forehead to collar bones. “I HAHAHATE YOHOHOHOU!” He shouted back.

Thomas sent Virgil a fake pity face. “Awww, I don’t think you hate me that much, do you?” Thomas asked, before giving Virgil’s belly button a poke.

Finally, Virgil pushed against him and tried sitting up. “Yehehehes!”

But Thomas gasped in hurt and offense. “How DARE you!” He reacted. “That hurts my poor, weakened heart! How dare you say such nasty things!” Thomas reacted dramatically, almost replicating a Roman move.

Virgil completely paled at his expression and immediately tried scrambling off the couch. But Thomas was fast! The man wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist and pulled him right back into his ticklish demise. This time: in his lap.

“Screw you dude!” Virgil shot at him.

“The hour isn’t up yet, Virgil!” Thomas reminded him.

“I don’t care!” Virgil argued, squealing as Thomas was already getting back to work.

Thomas wrapped one arm around Virgil’s waist and used the other hand to squeeze and dig into Virgil’s hip. Virgil threw his head back against Thomas’s shoulder and laughed his heart out. This made Thomas smile happily. Listening to Virgil’s laugh was like a treat to anyone. So Thomas made it a point to listen to it without his own teasing drowning out the pretty sound.

Virgil continued to push against him, but his force had lessened quite dramatically from earlier. As an ending finale, Thomas made his other arm join around Virgil’s waist and blew a raspberry into his neck.

Thomas was expecting a loud scream, a burst of cackles or a snort of some sort!

But all he got was a short giggle fit. Though it was a lackluster finale, Thomas still applauded the sound of Virgil’s giggles.

Thomas lifted his head back up and noticed there was STILL no alarm going off to indicate the end of the timer. So, he decided to ask. “Het Alexa! How much time is left?” He asked.

[There is 10 minutes left on the timer. Would you like to stop it, Gay Lord?] Alexa asked.

Virgil wheezed at the unexpected nickname. THAT WAS THE ALEXA’S NICKNAME FOR THOMAS?! IT WAS PERFECT!

“GAHAHAHAY LOHOHOHORD!”

Thomas snickered at that too. “Ihi forgot I set that as my nickname!” he admitted.

Virgil snorted at that and continued to laugh hysterically at the nickname.

Yehehehes, stop the tihimer!” Thomas replied to Alexa.

[............You will need to connect to the internet first-]

Thomas leaned forward and bursted out laughing at that, while Virgil shook his head. “FUHUCK YOU, ALEXA!” Thomas yelled at the AI.

[But...But…]

Virgil leaned his head back against Thomas’s chest and laughed himself to tears. Virgil’s entire body was shaking and spasming from how hard he was laughing. Thomas was also just allowing himself to die of laughter. As it would turn out, the tickling he got from Thomas was nothing compared to Alexa’s stupidity! Alexa’s stupidity seemed to make him laugh even more!

Well, make that both of them.

Thomas soon stopped laughing and patted Virgil’s back to help him get it out so he could breath. Virgil had been tickled AND thrown into more fits of laughter after. So he was in more dire need of breath now than before.

Virgil eventually stopped laughing and was left with heavy panting. “Ahahaha...oh...oh my gosh…” Virgil tried to speak. “I...I’ll admit...I…” Virgil was starting to confess something to him.

Thomas allowed him time to get his words out and rested his head on the back of the couch. Thomas took the time to stop the movie that was still playing while they had the tickle fight.

Virgil bit his lip. “I...had a lot of fun…” He finally got out.

Thomas smiled genuinely at that. “Yeah?”

Virgil turned to look at Thomas behind him, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Thomas hugged Virgil from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder. But Virgil turned himself around and gave Thomas a tight hug. Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned a purple color from the love and affection he was getting. But there was still one more thing he wanted to tell Thomas.

“Thomas?” Virgil called.

Thomas tilted his head. “Yes?”

Virgil purred. “Uh...I uh…” He closed his eyes. “I love you.”

Thomas smiled and gently fluffed his hair. “I love you too Virgil!” Thomas replied.

Virgil cuddled up against Thomas and allowed him to play with his hair more. Virgil started to purr and melt into the touch he was being given. Before they knew it, both the boys had fallen asleep.

Later on, Roman had walked out of the room and noticed the two cuddlers. He giggled and took a picture before sending it to the others. After that, Roman draped a blanket on top of them and sat down on the other side of the couch.

Logan: [I’m delighted to see Thomas and Virgil spending time together.]

Janus: [This is totally not the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages.]

Roman laughed at Janus’s reaction and replied: [I know, right?!]

Remus: [Awww! Cuties! 💚💚]

Patton: [Look at my two adorable kiddos cuddling!! 💖😻 I set it as my lock screen!]

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Touch Starved Prompt from @radioactivehelena

“I didn’t even know I was ticklish there!” with Patton and whoever you want?

you’re getting canonish post redux platonic moxiety hurt/comfort angst  Re-Opened my asks I didn’t know tumblr had even closed them whoops thanks for letting me know. Reminder to anyone else sending prompts you can specify an au you want because I don’t know how long my asks have been closed lol

Words: 923  Triggers: tickling, (light) threats Chracters: Patton, Virgil Ships: Platonic Moxiety Universe: Canon(ish) Genre: Hurt/Comfort (it’s touch starved so of course it is) AO3 Link

   Patton sighed despondently and leaned back on the edge of his bed. The fairy lights on his ceiling twinkled brightly and normally they’d help lift his mood a bit. Not today, though. This couldn’t be fixed by fairy lights or soft memories or stuffed toys. He was lonely. And all the soft blankets and shiny memories in the world were nothing compared to just getting a reassuring smile from someone. Or even acknowledged kindly. 

   He knew why he’d been avoiding the other sides. He’d fudged up. He made a big mistake and felt like all of his decisions lately were wrong. He needed some space to feel things through. And Logan has been off lately, and Roman was still very upset, and he didn’t know how to fix that, either. Patton was supposed to be good at this stuff, dagnabit. But he was scared of messing that up, too, if he even tried. Patton put his head in his hands and stared at the door.

   It would be so easy to just sink out to the living room just to see another face. It was just a slight mental pull away. But would anybody even want to see him? He didn’t want to bother anybody. Patton dropped his hands to his lap and slouched, staring at his hands as he fiddled absentmindedly with his fingers. He shivered slightly as he entwined his fingers together. Was it always cold in here? Patton didn’t do anything to change the temperature. But he felt kind of… chilly. In a weird way. It didn’t feel like normal chilly. Maybe that’s because nothing felt normal anymore.

   “Hey Pat,” Virgil waved and appeared right next to Patton on the bed. Patton looked at him wide-eyed, shaken from his thoughts, and generally baffled at Virgil’s sudden presence. “Um, so, I haven’t seen you in a while… and maybe I’m just over-reacting, or whatever, but I thought you might, um… be pulling a me,” Virgil mumbled and looked at Patton’s face with concern.

   “I-I’m… I mean, you startled me, kiddo!” Patton stammered out.

   “Sorry,” Virgil looked down and shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. “But you’re not, right? I’m just projecting or whatever?” He looked back up at Patton through his bangs. “I know things are weird lately for everybody. But I don’t want you to isolate yourself and stuff,” Virgil said softly, not meeting Patton’s eyes.

   “Are you saying you like me?” Patton teased lightly.

   “No, whatever, shut up,” Virgil held up his hands and turned away, staring steadfastly at the floor and gripping his knees. “Come on, just tell me so I can stop worrying about it and worry about other important stuff, like carbon monoxide poisoning and climate change,” Virgil pleaded, sounding kind of desperate.

   “I don’t have the hoodie to pull a you,” Patton smiled, though he knew it probably didn’t look right.

   “Uh, yeah, you’re wearing your cat hoodie from Logan, right now,” Virgil said, pulling at one of the hoodie strings dangling on his chest. “Try again,” Virgil insisted more firmly.

   “You mean right meow?” Patton said airily, trying to distract him. Virgil chuckled slightly and rolled his eyes.

   “I said try again, Pat,” Virgil said, poking Patton slightly in the neck. Patton giggled and shot his arm up in surprise. “Is your neck ticklish?” Virgil asked incredulously and went in for a second poke, just under his hairline where his fingers didn’t reach. Patton broke out in giggles again. “Alright, tell me if you're okay or else I’m going in the for the kill,” Virgil said impishly and an evil grin spread.

   “Okay, okay!” Patton held up his hands and shook them to stop Virgil and motion that he’d conceded. “I didn’t even know I was ticklish there,” Patton said off-handedly, trailing off slightly. Virgil held his finger closer to Patton’s neck and he could feel the heat coming from his hand.

   “I said tell me if you’re okay,” Virgil threatened and loomed ever closer.

   “I give! I’m just feeling kind of… off,” Patton admitted warily.

   “Existential crisis? I’ve been there,” Virgil leaned back on Patton’s bed and gave Patton a comforting lopsided smile. And Patton felt like he could cry with relief. “Woah, woah,” Virgil said, sitting up slightly. “What’d I say?” Virgil's voice shook as he asked, looking wildly around.

    “No, no, I’m sorry, it’s fine,” Patton said and curled into himself a bit. He didn't mean to show it so much, but he did always wear his heart on his sleeve. “I think I just needed that,” He said softly, and he could feel the heat in his eyes.

   “You needed what? Me upsetting you?” Virgil asked, leaning closer to Patton.

   “You didn’t upset me. I just needed… some warmth, I guess,” Patton confessed, just barely above a whisper.

   “I mean, I’m the worst possible side to give you some warmth. But I’m the guy here, so I’ll try,” Virgil said resolutely and pulled Patton in for a hug right after. “The world is burning, but we’re still friends and I can try to be here for you,” Virgil said steadily. Patton slowly raised his arms and melted as Virgil’s soft hoodie sleeves enclosed him it what felt like the best darn hug of his entire life.

   “Thanks, kiddo,” Patton murmured into Virgil’s chest. Virgil hummed softly and his hand moved gently across Patton’s back as they both held on to each other. A few tears escaped Patton’s eyes, but Virgil just pulled Patton in tighter. 

[august-anon]

Ok, so, winter prompts... I’m not the best at coming up with ideas... But what if the sides were doing a Christmas wish list sort of thing, and one of the sides rights down that they want to be tickled? (I’d imagine it’d be Virgil, but you can choose who it is I don’t really care)

Hey, hope you enjoy it! Thanks for sending in the prompt, my friend!

Joyful Noise

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): Platonic LAMP

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

Word Count: 1221 words

Summary: Virgil tiredly lets something slip on his Christmas list, but it doesn’t turn out as bad as he fears.

[ao3 link]

——————————–

Virgil didn’t know why Patton had insisted they all make Christmas lists. It wasn’t like Virgil even knew what he wanted, let alone how to ask for things.

And yet, he seemed to be the only one having problems.

Roman had passed out a copy of his list to each of them a few days ago, practically a scroll with the length of the parchment, written in his best calligraphy. Logan had given his out the day after that, typed neatly and formatted well, short and to the point. Even Patton had finished his, scribbled and scrawled in markets and full of doodles because he kept getting distracted. While the contents were technically the same, each of his lists were unique.

But Virgil sat there, barely days left, staring at the notes app he opened in his phone, the text blank. He had nothing. He didn’t know what to ask for.

He could just… wing it? What were things he liked? Virgil liked comfort items like blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. He liked spooky things. He liked Disney. He liked t—

Nope. Not typing down that one.

But what if he did?

Judgement impaired by the fact that it was three in the morning, Virgil hastily typed the word in and quickly clicked off his phone, tossing it to the side. He’d probably take it off in the morning, or at least before he sent it, but for the time being Virgil could at least pretend he was brave enough to admit it.

Even if just to himself for this time.

The next morning, Virgil groggily added a few more things to his list. Chocolate. Cookies. A new pair of headphones. Simple things that wouldn’t be too imposing or difficult to get him.

“How’s the list coming, kiddo?” Patton asked eagerly that afternoon.

“It’s, ah… it’s coming.” Virgil grimaced, suddenly self-conscious.

Patton gave a sympathetic pout and squeezed his shoulder. “If you need any help, let me know. I know it’s hard to think of things you want sometimes.”

Virgil hesitated. “I mean, I guess it’s pretty much done. I just don’t know if it’s good enough.”

Patton beamed and clapped his hands together. “I’m sure it’s perfect, Virge! Could you send it to us?”

So Virgil sent it that night, sending a screenshot of the list to each of them individually later that night. It felt too weird to put a Christmas list in the group chat.

After sending it, Virgil glanced the list over himself one last time.

-warm blankets

-fluffy/squishy pillows

-stuffed animals

-anything Disney

-to be tickled

-candy

-cookies

-a new pair of headphones

-a new phone case

—Wait. What?!

“-to be tickled?!”

Virgil forgot to remove that from the list! And it was too late! They’d all seen it by then, there was no taking it back.

Virgil was doomed. This wasn’t how he had planned to tell them. He hasn’t planned on telling them at all! How could he have forgotten to take that off his list?!

Virgil would just have to hope they didn’t notice, or that their eyes skimmed over it, or that they thought it was a joke. He ignored the tiny, desperate, hopeful voice in the back of his head, saying that maybe he’d actually get what he wanted.

He was a mix of mortified, relieved, and disappointed when no one mentioned it the next day. Or the day after that. In fact, Virgil had almost (almost) forgotten about it by the time Christmas Day finally rolled around.

And of course, the day started with Patton waking them all up far too early over his excitement for the holiday.

“Five more minutes,” Virgil groaned into his pillow, rolling onto his stomach.

“Now, Virgil,” Patton practically sang, “don’t make me take drastic measures.”

Virgil didn’t reply, which only made Patton let out a faux-displeased hum. Really, it sounded more fond (and almost teasing) than anything, but Virgil was too tired to place why that made a tingle go up his spine.

But then two hands slithered under his mound of blankets and scribbled at his right side and ribs and Virgil yelped, eyes going wide and jerking to the side so violently that he toppled off the other side of the bed.

Virgil popped his head up with a frazzled look, but was only met with Patton’s cheeky grin.

“Be downstairs in ten minutes, kiddo! There’s breakfast to make and presents to open!”

Virgil eyed the door warily after Patton left. Eventually he did get off the floor to toss his blankets back on the bed and Mae himself slightly more presentable. He didn’t want to know what Patton would do if he wasn’t downstairs at the end of his time.

Or maybe he did.

Either way, Virgil left his room and slowly started dragging himself down the stairs. Footsteps sounded behind him, but he didn’t pick up the pace. Not even when an annoyed, overly-dramatic sigh ruffled his hair.

But then two fingers jabbed into the flashiest part of his left side, then his right, then his left again, causing Virgil to make an embarrassing eep! noise and jerk away from where the fingers were. He barely swallowed down a giggle.

“Really, Virgil,” Roman said, finally gliding past him, “pick up the pace.”

Virgil grumbled some rude things when Roman turned his back, causing him to turn back around and point at Virgil threateningly before going back on his way.

Virgil stared after him, confused and suspicious, but his brain was still addled with sleep. Yet another poke to his side, this time closer to his hip, had Virgil jumping once more and spinning around to see who it was.

“You alright?” Logan asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I, uh, yeah. Fine.”

Logan hummed, That same teasing hum as Patton, and continued on his way as well. Virgil followed slowly behind.

The rest of the day went much of the same. Random, subtle teases, and pokes or tweaks out of nowhere, setting Virgil endlessly on edge. It wasn’t until halfway through opening gifts (when Virgil’s coffee was finally kicking in) that Virgil’s brain woke up enough to make the connection.

They really went and followed through with his mortifying Christmas list.

But the best part came after the gifts.

“I’m done waiting.” Roman announced loudly.

“Ro—“ Patton tried to start.

“Waiting for wh��ah!” Virgil cried out as he was tackled onto his back.

“To give you the best present of all,” Roman replied cheekily, and shoved his hands up under Virgil’s arms.

Virgil shrieked and tried to pin his arms to his sides, not bothering to hold in his joyous laughter. He cried out again as his arms were lifted above his head and pinned there.

Logan grinned above him. “Merry Christmas, Virgil.”

Virgil felt fingers start skittering around his knees and tweaking at the ticklish pressure points.

“Pat—!” Virgil squealed.

Patton giggled. “Now what kind of dad would I be if I didn’t get my kiddo what was on his Christmas list?”

Virgil burst into a new wave of cackling as six different hands targeted all-new sensitive places. He howled and thrashed, but he didn’t really want to get away or stop it, and they all knew it.

Needless to say, it was a very joyful Christmas that year.

[oliviaischillin1204]

a stupid bet

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: Character Thomas

this is kinda a weird one! it was originally gonna be part of my t2eb series for the “holding it in” prompt, but it very quickly got out of hand lmao. it’s not a trope/premise i normally play with, but i think i did an alright job!

This was all Roman’s stupid fault.

Well, Virgil begrudgingly reasoned, it was his own stupid fault, too. When Roman made the suggestion, he could have said no. He could have told him he wasn’t comfortable with it, or that it was too embarrassing, or he didn’t want to risk the others noticing. But if he was being honest… he was kind of excited to try it.

“If you need it to stop immediately, scratch your nose,” Roman repeated, strapping the belt-like device he’d created around Virgil’s waist.

“I know.” As soon as Roman pulled his hands away, Virgil pulled down his shirt and hoodie. The belt was snug, and it fit perfectly around Virgil’s waist, although it was also connected to a few padded squares that reached down to his belly and up to his ribs.

Roman stepped back, looking him up and down. “Completely undetectable.”

Virgil opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly felt the familiar pull in his spine that meant he was being summoned. From the way Roman jerked slightly, he felt it, too.

The two looked at each other, nervous smiles inexplicably rising on their faces.

“Are you sure about this?” Roman asked once more. Virgil exhaled slowly before nodding.

“Let’s do it.” And with that, the two sunk out to join the others in the living room.

Thankfully, Thomas’ current issue really had nothing to do with either of them: he was having another heart-versus-mind crisis, so all Roman and Virgil needed to do was occasionally offer input on Logan and Patton’s debate.

Virgil tried to pay attention, but the feeling of the belt rubbing against his skin kept pulling his focus away from the video they were recording. He watched Roman out of the corner of his eye, but the creative side seemed fully ingrossed in the conflict.

Virgil frowned a little. Had he forgotten about their game? Did he not want to do it anymore? He felt doubts starting to pile up in his head, until-

“Virgil? What do you think?”

His gaze snapped back to Thomas, who was looking at him expectantly.

“I-”

Virgil gasped, barely turning it into a cough at the last second. He felt something pulsing against his stomach- a light touch, like someone was merely rubbing the skin, but it was enough to distract him for just a beat too long.

“I think this whole argument is pointless anyway,” he finally spat out. The vague answer seemed to satisfy the others, as they continued their conversation. Virgil peeked back at Roman, who wasn’t looking at him. His gaze fell to Roman’s hand, which was shoved casually into his pants pocket.

His pocket. Where the remote that controlled the belt was located.

Virgil inhaled sharply. Okay. So they were really doing this.

As if on cue, the sensations on Virgil’s torso increased just slightly: there were now two sections of the belt gently buzzing against his skin, one on his tummy and one on his waistline.

Virgil shoved his hands into his pockets, hoping to hide the way he was clenching his fists. It felt… weird, really weird; he could tell Roman was experimenting with all of the different features, considering the way the sensations kept changing. It kinda felt like when Roman would dig his fingers into Virgil’s body, but there was also a slight vibrating feeling, like a less concentrated version of an electric toothbrush.

The feelings were distracting enough on their own, but the knowledge that Virgil couldn’t smile, laugh, squirm, or otherwise react without drawing the attention of the others (or worse, the audience) made them so much harder to ignore.

The conversation continued around and around, and Virgil couldn’t find any rhyme or reason in how Roman was controlling the tickles. One minute he’d be focused on the pads attached to his stomach, causing Virgil’s gut to suck in on reflex; the next minute he’d be struggling not to wiggle as wave after wave of tickles massaged his sides.

At one point Roman cut off all of the tickles abruptly, and Virgil could barely wonder why before they all came back on at once, ruthlessly tickling him all over his tummy, ribs, sides, and waist at the same time. It lasted for less than a second, but Virgil couldn’t stop the high pitched giggle that managed to escape. He flushed bright red, slamming a hand over his mouth, but no one seemed to think his reaction was strange.

Until he heard Logan complaining about Patton’s puns, and he saw Roman smirking at him triumphantly, and- oh. Roman had timed the sudden attack just in time for one of Patton’s dad jokes, knowing that no one would question it if Virgil laughed. Virgil didn’t know if he wanted to kiss him or kill him.

The game continued, and although Virgil was struggling to keep his face neutral and his breathing regular, he didn’t want to give his signal. Plus, Roman was kind enough to turn the belt off when Virgil was talking- ironically, this made him partcipate in the conversation more than he normally would, as he used the opportunities to catch his breath and rebuild his resolve.

Speaking of which, he felt like he needed a bit of a breather, actually. But there was a problem: Logan and Patton would not shut up. Virgil was only barely aware of what they were arguing about, but whatever it was had them both firing back and forth, speaking too quickly for him to get a word in edgewise.

Virgil bit back the whine that threatened to rise from his throat. His eyes darted to Roman, who was looking way too smug, in Virgil’s opinion. Virgil glowered back, which- uh oh. Judging from the way Roman raised an eyebrow at him, that might have been a mistake.

Virgil felt the belt tighten around his waist, the buzzing sending tingly tickles all over his torso. Virgil coughed again, this time a little too forcefully to pass off as natural, but he couldn’t waste any focus on the others’ reactions to his outburst, because these tickles were suddenly much more intense.

The pads on his stomach, ribs, and sides were all buzzing anew, and the feelings seemed to travel deeper into his core than before. The belt itself, now ever more fitted to his waist, was mercilessly attacking the hyper-sensitive stretch of skin. It took all of Virgil’s strength to not fall to the floor then and there.

By that point he’d completely lost track of the conversation. Logan said something, then Patton retorted- he’s pretty sure Roman added something to the conversation, but he found he couldn’t even look at anyone else, lest they see right through his crumbling exterior. He just hoped that whatever the argument had turned into, it would be over any minute now-

“Virge? You good?”

Oh, fuck. Thomas’ concerned voice broke through his giddy stupor, and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on him- including, he noted, Roman’s, who was perhaps watching him the closest of all.

Virgil pictured what he must look like to them: shoulders tense, face red, desperately trying to keep himself still as he sporadically twitched at random. He wanted to assure them that he was alright, but after just a few beats he realized… Roman wasn’t turning off the belt. Roman wasn’t stopping the tickles.

“Kiddo?” Patton’s voice was laced with paternal worry. “What’s wrong?”

Virgil just shook his head, hoping beyond hope they’d let it drop. He was inches away from losing it, in front of the other sides, in front of Thomas, in front of the camera. His stomach flipped as he imagined breaking down into helpless laughter, his completely embarrassing giggles being filmed for all of Thomas’ viewers to see.

“Virgil, are you alright?” Even Logan seemed close to distress at Virgil’s bizarre state. Virgil bit the inside of his cheeks, staring resolutedly at the floor. This was it, they were gonna make him talk and he wouldn’t be able to hide his laughter anymore, and they’d realize he’d been getting tickled for the entire video, and-

“Of course he’s not alright,” Roman interrupted. “You two know-it-alls have been driving him crazy with all this fighting. Right, Virgil?”

The tickles intensified further, all parts of his torso being assaulted with evil buzzing vibrations and rhythmic pulses all at once. Virgil nodded a little too desperately.

Thomas, Patton, and Logan all got similar regretful looks on their faces.

“Our sincerest apologies, Virgil,” Logan said gravely. Virgil dugs his nails into his palms to not burst out laughing.

Patton nodded. “I think we’re almost done here, kiddo, but will you be okay to stay?”

No, no, no, he could not stay out here another second, but he couldn’t just say that-

“If I may,” Roman interrupted again, “perhaps I could escort Virgil back to his room? We’re not really needed for this fight, and I don’t wanna leave him alone in this state.”

Patton awwed at the offer, Logan hummed in agreement, and Thomas nodded.

“Yeah, of course, guys,” he said, waving his hand. “You’re good to go.”

Virgil couldn’t duck out fast enough. He couldn’t even focus on where he ended up, which is probably why he found himself back in Roman’s room.

Immediately he fell to his hands and knees, bright screams of laughter escaping from his mouth. The belt had not once stopped tickling him, and now that he was away from the others he had no qualms over desperately clawing at the belt to get the tickles off of his skin.

Unfortunately for him, the belt could only come off at Roman’s command, leaving Virgil no choice but to flop to the floor, rolling into a fetal position as he let loose the giggles that had been building up for the past half hour.

“Rohoho!” he gasped, the rest of the word lost to his peals of laughter. Two feet appeared in his line of sight, and as he blearily looked up he saw Roman’s gleeful grin.

“Yes, Virgil?” Roman asked nonchalantly. “Do you need something?”

Virgil batted at his leg before uselessly wrapping his arm back around his stomach. “Plehehehehehease!”

Roman chuckled, squatting down so he could be closer to Virgil.

“Please, what?” he asked. Virgil couldn’t even respond; he just threw his head back as the tickles refused to deviate from his most sensitive spots.

“Please use this?” Virgil looked over to where Roman was now waving the remote control in the air. He reached out for it, but Roman easily pulled it out of his reach.

“I’m pretty sure the bet was that you could last an entire video, right, stormcloud?”

Virgil groaned as much as he could through his laughter. “Cahahahan’t!”

Roman laughed. “So you admit you lost?”

The words were hardly out of his mouth before Virgil nodded desperately. “Yehehehes!”

His laughter fell silent after that, leaving him writhing on the floor in ticklish agony. Finally he felt the sensations start to lessen, allowing him to gradually take in more and more oxygen; eventually all that was left were light giggles and the occasional snort as Roman eased the tickles down.

“Good?” he heard Roman ask, although Virgil was so far gone it took him a few moments before he could respond.

“Yeah,” he murmured, flushing a little as he heard his wrecked voice. “That was fucking crazy.”

Roman laughed softly. “I kept waiting for your signal, but when you didn’t use it I kinda... intervened.” He bowed his head. “Sorry, my love.”

Virgil was already shaking his head. “Don’t be. I knew I could’ve called it off, but...”

He cut himself off, blushing profusely before he mumbled, “I kinda liked... being at your mercy.”

A beat, then Roman chuckled darkly. “Oh, you did, did you?”

Virgil’s eyes widened, but he met Roman’s gaze and nodded.

Roman hummed in consideration, leaning back. Virgil realized with a start that he hadn’t removed the belt, and that he was now slowly turning the remote over in his hands.

“Well,” he pondered, “you did lose the bet, my dark prince. And I doubt anyone’s gooing to come looking for either of us for a while.”

He held up the remote control, his fingers hovering over the control panel.

“Would you like to take your punishment now?”

Virgil inhaled sharply, watching the remote control with trepidation. But despite the fact that he’d just nearly lose his mind to Roman’s newest tickle torture invention, he couldn’t deny the jolt in his stomach at the thought of another round with the belt.

So he rolled his eyes and rolled his shoulders, eyeing Roman with an unearned confidence.

“Let’s see what you got,” he replied flippantly, as cocky as ever.

Judging from Roman’s predatorial smile, he’d definitely be paying for his attitude. And he couldn’t wait.

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 28

Chapter title: Two Unlikely Loves

A/n: Im sorry chapters have been shorter and they've been so bad im so so sorry im trying and im messing up and im just trying and im sorry for the awfulness that is this chapter. anyway here you go

First | Previous | Next

words: 2031

summary: Tensions run high as the courthouse is under siege

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

Ao3 Link  

They all rushed in, practically tripping over one another.

“Patton!” They cry, all in different tones of utter concern. Not Logan however, he bides his time, avoiding eye contact as everyone gives their hearty hellos and tearful reliefs. “Why don't we give them some time?” He hears Barbara whisper, the group nods and somehow he's left alone in the awkward silence of an unusually quiet Patton. Realizing he hadn't said a word to anyone who had come in. 

“Lo” he begins, Logan hears his voice finally and he understands what he feels. Anger, he wishes not to speak to Patton. Not now, not ever. “Logan” Patton tries again, the man can hear the softest break in his sweet tone. What was he thinking? How dare he ignore Patton. 

He coughs, breaking his own silence but that's it. He will not make the first move, he should have been trusted. Why didn't he..”trust me?” He hadnt meant to let the words fall, he hadn't given them such permission. 

“Oh starlight”

Damn Patton was good, he almost took to look at him. He continues to stare around the room, it felt bland, unlike his gorgeous eyes who he could find himself lost in. He listens, the shifting and sudden grunts of struggle catches him off guard. He turns, finding Patton's feet trembling as he clutches desperately to his IV line as he barely steps forward. Logan can see the pain and he finds himself completely in motion.

“Patton” He chides, rushing over he takes the shaking arms, situating the stubborn lawyer back on the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of him with a deep breath of relief. “Do you enjoy bringing pain” Logan jokes, but finds no ease in Patton's face. The tears swell and he shakes his sorry head. “Oh sunshine” He sighs

“I'm so sorry” Patton laments, Logan, though slight, shakes his apology away. He leans up, taking the man's cheek, kissing him softly as they melt into one. God how he missed him. Patton deepend said kiss, not that either mind one bit. 

“If you ever..” Logan begins, gasping for short breaths, his blush quite noticeable “Do that again..” Patton nods, understanding instantly. 

“Not planning too...at least not this year” He shrugs, Logan nudges him, squeezing his leg sweetly. “C’mere” He gestures, they connect once more, it's soft and feels light in this heavy world. Once away, they allow their fingers to fiddle together, the puzzle just fits. It was their puzzle, years to find all the corner pieces but now it was their turn to fill in the middle. A quick gasp escapes Patton, he pushes gently on Logan. “The twins!” He exclaims, was it some kind of sense?

“Papa!” They cry in unison, rushing into the room barreling through Logan. Both decide to speak the fastest they can muster, speeding through their weeks and adventures. Patton listens intently, his eyes hazing to a prideful Logan. He wasn't sure what came over him but the overwhelming feeling of simply breaking down was noticeable. Not to the twins, nor Emile….but Logan saw it instantly. 

“Hey, why don't you both venture to the shops with Emile and pick out a nice gift for your father” Logan suggests, Patton trembles as he waves them a careful goodbye not sure how much longer he can hold up. Once the door shuts Logan works quick as Patton shatters. Seeing the twins was the breaking point, his head pounds. Logan helps the quiet man and his tears back into bed, once settled he cuddles Patton, a comforting rub to his harms and Patton clutches hard. Logan can feel the wet soak him but he doesn't care, nothing but Patton concerns him.  

“I'm so sorry” He sniffles, barely audible through his almost fearful sobs. As if any louder and he could get in serious trouble...Logan's heart sunk. He pushes the image of Liam out of his mind kissing Patton's forehead. This was their room, area and moment. Nobody dare touch the ever fragile bubble. Ready to collapse, become delicate glass to fall.  It takes awhile but the exhaustion sets in and Patton falls into it, releasing Logan before he does, giving him the freedom not to bear him down. Logan sighs sitting up, he checks the clock realizing he himself may have dozed off as well. The best sleep he had gotten in a month, though guilty he was so thankful for Patton being here, awake. 

“Mm” He rubs his eyes, the bags becoming prominent under them. He doesn't flinch feeling Patton wrap his arms around Logan, laying his head on the lawyer's shoulder. A sweet kiss to his neck, a tingle he had missed sent down his back. 

“You're exhausted” Patton identifies, connecting their hands. Logan scoffs, a smile with a tinge of truth however. “I'm here, you can rest Lo” Patton promises, soothing comfort down Logan's arm and cheek. Logan bites down, clenching his jaw so tight it begins to pulse. He avoids anything that will reflect his delicate state. Logan takes Patton's hand, kissing it but he isn't there. His mind floods with schedules and routines, meals and things he must do, children cries and joy.

And he loves it. 

Yes he's drained, but all he can think of is the conversation he had with Patton eons ago. Thats how he felt, these children could take everything from him. Sleep, food, anything and hed smile with delight.  

“I'd like to move in” Logan proposes, Patton chuckles into his shoulder. A tired smile accompanied with a nod. Logan takes this as his moment to convince, quickly preparing an argument but Patton has his own idea.

“And here I thought you already had” Patton laments, Logan yawns but hes amused. Something about the way he felt with Patton allowed him to enjoy it. Allowed him to just relax, always helps that Patton had taken to massaging Logan without a prompt. But out the window there he was, he knew Patton felt it, his shoulders tightened. “Dearest?” Patton hums, kissing him gently. 

“We need to talk about Virgil” 

~~~

“I want to see my little boy” Patton sings, Remy chuckles as Emile brings Thomas forth. Cradling the baby in Patton's arms.

“Here he comes” Emile teases, Patton giggles, joined by the baby soon enough. 

“Oh my here he does, look at this angel” Patton coos, tickling ever so carefully his stomach, the both allowing themselves a moment with each other. The sweetness the child radiates is almost too much for Patton's weak heart.  Soon enough everyone cycled in for their reunion. Logan stood protective by Patton the entire time, a hand on his shoulder and love infecting him. Patton was grateful. 

The twins were impatient and they had every right to be, spending almost three hours with their father and Logan simply chatting away. Patton loved it,he loved cuddling Valerie while Remus explained his journeys, he loved Remus fiddling with his hair as Valerie recounted their days with Logan. And most of all he loved Logan. He loved that he got to share this with someone, someone who cared someone who he loved and who loved him back. 

Soon enough the room darkened and Roman, after a copious check up and a thorough conversation volunteered to take them home for some rest. 

“You are truly my hero” Patton teases, knowing that title was held by only one person. One person who was currently making sure the children were bundled up before they said their goodbyes. Roman gave him one last squeeze before leading them out followed by James who waves the door closed. 

“You look exhausted” Logan notices, fluffing up Patton's pillow, making sure the lawyer remains cozy and comfortable. Patton takes his cheeks as he leans in and plants a quick kiss on him. He pulls away, getting prepared to take his sleep, Logan smiles timidly planting a kiss on his head before finally releasing his overbearing care. Not that Patton minds. Logan sets up in the chair next to him, turning the night light on and flipping quietly through a book. 

It remains peaceful and still for awhile, Logan almost dozes off with his blanket sprawled around him. But as the clock strikes eleven thirty, the door slides open. And of course panic sets in, why were the doctors here and so late at night? But when the gruff boots and purple jacket reflected on the light, Logans panic set in even more.

“Virgil” Logan identifies in a whisper, the detective meets his eyes. The bags are prominent. But his boiling hatred was fiery. “He's sleeping” Logan scolds, folding up his blanket and putting the book on the shelf. “Where were you all day?” Logan goes, quickly back tracking. “Actually no, I don't care” 

“Lo be nice” Patton mumbles through his pillow, the pair jump and Logan joins his side quickly. He wipes his eyes sitting up, allowing Logan to serve him water, taking it gratefully. Virgil wants to come forward, his head pulsed as his eyes laid on Patton. He missed him so much, but Logans glare stopped him. “Thank you starlight” Patton put his glass back, and Virgil adored the casualness of their physical connection, the nicknames and the fact that Logans and Pattons hands were connected. But he hated that he couldn't enjoy this right now. “Heya Virge” Patton swallows, something forced down. 

“Pat..” Virgil breathes, he wants to gush but something holds him back. Patton bit his lower lip, he extended his arms, motioning for Virgil to come forth. The breath that escaped Virgil lifted the pressure from his chest. 

“Patton no” Logan reminds, he doesn't mean to be controlling but he cares for Patton more than he can describe.

“Logan come on” Virgil sighs. Patton clutches his blankets knowing hes only doing this out of confrontation and his fear of such. But with what Logan told him...shouldn't he be mad?

He was

He was painfully hurt

“What did you tell him?” Virgil points as Patton refocuses. 

“The honest truth and what I found Patton should know” Logan explains. Patton takes his hand, feeling the sweat build. Logan takes the signal and finds himself breathing with relaxation. “You took the money, you and Remy took the money” He lays out flat. “When Patton came to you about Liam you should have done something” Logan spits “Instead, like everyone else in that goddamn precinct you took Liams vile money and kept your mouth shut” Logan reveals, Virgil averts  his guilty eyes. Patton twinges, clasping tighter to Logan. 

“Patton let me just..I…” Virgil feels something clamp tight in his throat. He has an explanation but nothing worth Patton's forgiveness. “You said you h-had a plan and you were gonna leave i thought, its just a little longer and Damian and I-”

“Virgil are you fucking kidding?” Logans voice remains quiet but it seethes, Patton struggles but sits up pulling Logan closer to him. 

“Dearest, language” He whispers sweetly, wiping the sweat away from Logans hot head. “Its ok, I'm okay and you're okay and the twins and Damian and virge...everyones ok” Patton rambles, Logan softens at the soft breaths he takes. Idiot, he punishes. Patton was tired, he was shaking ever so slightly. 

“Im so sorry Pat, I should go” And he does, Virgil gives him one more apologetic look before slamming the door away. Patton releases an exasperated breath before falling back into his pillow. How many times was he going to cry today?

“Love?” Logan sits with him, Patton cant conjure up words he simply shakes his head, the tears flow. Logan adjusts so he cradles Patton, a gentle lullaby his hummed to him as he remembers every time a touch had never felt so loving, and filled with pain instead. “I love you so very much” He promises, he was so glad Patton took that from him. 

I dont think Id want to give that to anyone else

Soon enough, the pair was comfortably asleep, both with dreams...or nightmares of their own. But together, and surely they wouldn't let the other be hurt, not again, not ever again.   

[casper-writes-stuff]

Neglect

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20537273

Summary:

Logan captures an unknown sidekick that he assumes is unknown to keep his abilities safe from him and his team.

That couldn't be farther from the truth.

I worked on this for hours guys, I'm so tired but so proud. Hope you enjoy!!

Something wasn’t right, the entire operation was too easy. There were little to no guards on the way to the sidekick’s room, and absolutely no alarm as they brought him out. Not even a struggle from him as Patton carried the man all the way to their own headquarters.

Logan frowned as he eyed the tired looking man slouched in the chair the best he could be with his arms tied behind the backs of it in power-restraining cuffs of his own invention.

He hadn’t even asked why he couldn’t use his powers.

Hadn’t even tried to use his powers, whatever they were. Logan, with his insight ability, would have known.

Of course, with his insight ability, Logan also should know why this didn’t feel right.

Logan glanced at the security camera where Roman was no doubt watching, ready to send Patton in should anything go south in the next ten minutes that Logan himself didn’t sense coming.

Eventually the man in front of him sighed, making Logan frown at the absolute exhaustion he heard in that sound.

“Something wrong? I won’t take the cuffs off of you, but I can bring a cot in here if you need some rest. There’s no point in sleep-depriving you while you’re here.”

That confused him, making Logan furrow his brows as he tilted his head, trying to understand the situation he was dealing with.

His ability made it to where he fundamentally understood any person or thing he looked at. Logan preferred to use the ability on machines, made it easier to come up with new “toys” as Roman called them for the team to help combat the heroes running the town.

What he was reading from the sidekick in front of him wasn’t appealing at all. He was tired, anxious, and ready to just go home. He wasn’t particularly confident in the idea of going home though, which was… concerning to say the least. What did he think Logan was going to do to him?

He still didn’t speak, and before Logan could say something, his watch beeped at him with a text message.

Sighing, he picked up his wrist and tapped the screen of the watch to see what he was sent.

Roman: might want to drop that line of questioning. It’ll get real depressing real quick.

Logan frowned at that, wondering what that could possibly mean as he looked at the man sitting dejectedly in front of him.

He glanced at one of the cameras in the room and flinched, Logan recognizing the small zap of pain from trying to use powers and not being able to.

“What is… what is wrong? Really, you haven’t said a word in the last two days you’ve been here, and hadn’t even really fought when we kidnapped you in the first place.”

The ample resignation that Logan read in this man’s body language was astounding. What could he have gone through to lead to such apathy?

“Other than the fact that you were wrong to kidnap me specifically? And that no one is actually going to come for me? Nothing.”

Now Logan rolled his eyes, reading nothing from that statement but self deprecation and falsehoods.

“Oh no, I have accurately assessed that you are the most important member of their team, why else would they hide you from the eyes of everyone else if not to protect you from us?”

He snorted loudly, then broke into all out cackling. He leaned forward in his seat, as if doubling over from the force of his laughter. 

Except it wasn’t genuine. It came off as disbelieving and rude and Logan couldn’t understand what prompted the reaction.

When the other man (damn it, when was he going to tell Logan his name) seemingly calmed down, he looked Logan right in the eyes with a grin that was so fake it almost hurt, combined with the tears crawling down his cheeks, it really did hurt.

“I give you… two weeks, tops, to realize how fuckin’ wrong you are, Sherlock.”

Logan had never heard the name of his favorite detective be used with such venom he’d actually be offended by it, but there was a first time for everything.

“And I’ll give you three days to realize I am never wrong.”

Another snort, but no more words as Logan turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Logan continued walking, needing to calm down from his indignant rage at being told he was wrong. He was never wrong, made mistakes only when he didn’t know what he was doing that was rare. Sure, he wasn’t the best at handling emotions, but with his ability he could read them as if they were a high school calculus textbook.

Doesn’t mean he understood them, or what caused them though, and that man’s resigned apathy was more confusing than when Patton burst out crying at Logan buying him that cat hoodie when Roman told him to get him something for their first year of being friends.

Patton.

Patton understood emotions, maybe…

Logan took a sharp right down a hallway and opened the door to see Roman comforting a sobbing Patton, causing Logan to furrow his brows.

“Is there something wrong?”

Roman huffed, glaring at Logan.

“I told you not to start that line of questioning, specs.”

Logan sighed, walking over to the swivel chair in front of the security screens, rubbing his temples as a budding headache fought its way through.

“I apologize, I should have listened. I don’t really understand what just happened though, and I was… hoping Patton would help.”

Patton hiccuped, wiping at his eyes and nodding pathetically, making Logan’s heart melt at the sight. He stood again and opened his arms, inviting his sensitive friend in for a hug that he eagerly accepted.

Logan couldn’t resist nuzzling Patton’s curly hair, the softness tickling his nose slightly, though he paid that no mind.

“I am sorry this has upset you, Patton. Let me know when you are ready and I will let you into his room.”

“Can I bring him some food? He looks so skinny…” Patton said, his voice muffled by Logan’s shoulder.

Logan hummed and nodded. “Bring whatever you need to help him open up, I feel as though something is off about this entire operation and the sooner I resolve that feeling the sooner we can figure out what our next plan of action will be.”

Roman hummed, tapping his fingers against his knee as he remained on the carpeted floor where Patton had been collapsed earlier.

“I’ll see what I can come up with, but I have to say I agree with you Logan. I didn’t foresee any fights happening at all when we started the kidnapping operation, and usually we get at least three per mission. Plus, I’ve never seen tall, pale, and emo in there participate in any of those fights either…”

Roman started to trail off, getting a faraway look on his face as he thought and looked through the data that Logan taught him to search through.

Logan couldn’t resist a small smile of pride at Roman’s progress. When they had first started he refused to plan ahead at all, preferring to rely heavily on his foresight ability to get him through a fight.

It was now Patton’s turn, and his heart clenched at the memory of the pained laughter he had heard over the security camera audio. It was almost as if the man wanted nothing more than a hug and Patton so badly wanted to provide.

He opened the door as gently as he could, minding his strength that tended to get out of control when Patton was emotional. The room was still as bright as it was before, though Patton was sure it was because their… captive, hadn’t realized he was allowed to turn the lights on and off as he pleased.

Instead of his earlier position in a chair with his arms cuffed behind his back, the man Patton so desperately wanted to comfort was laying on his back on the cot Logan brought in earlier. He had his hands buried in his dark hair, the resulting messiness showing blond roots that Patton hadn’t honestly been expecting.

“Hey kiddo,” Patton spoke up, smiling sheepishly when the man bolted upright with a startled expression. He didn’t make any sound, though. No effort to communicate.

Patton’s heart broke just a little more.

“My name’s Patton! I brought you something to eat.”

He furrowed his brows when he saw the massive picnic basket Patton was carrying as if it was as light as a handbag.

Patton set the basket down, pulling the picnic blanket from the basket and spreading it out on the linoleum floor, sitting down on it before patting the spot next to him as an invitation.

He hesitated until Patton started pulling out food, seeing the first thing (a huge container filled entirely with shredded chicken, separating the light and dark meat) and moving to the furthest spot from Patton before settling, looking bitterly at his cuffs.

Patton glanced at the security camera, knowing Roman was there, but Logan was resting, so Roman knew what he had planned. He waited exactly one minute, and when his watch didn’t ding with a text, he assumed it was safe enough to follow through.

He leaned over, applied pressure to the weak point in the cuffs, and snapped them off. The man (more a boy, really, with the way he looked, but Patton was 28 and he looked 19, so he preferred not to assume) jolted in surprise and a burst of power jumped from the cuffs before they fizzled out.

Nodding in satisfaction, Patton started pulling out more food from the basket, minding the silence between them but being polite enough to let the other speak before he tried to say anything himself.

“...Vee.”

Patton froze, a container of watermelon in his hands. He looked over at him, eyes wide.

Vee’s face was red, and he was looking pointedly at the container of sliced tomatoes in front of him that Patton had brought in case Vee had wanted to make a sandwich.

“Pardon?”

Vee hunched over himself.

“You brought me food, least I can do is tell you a name to call me,” he mumbled, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands and worrying the edges between his fingers.

Patton beamed at Vee, setting down the watermelon.

“Well thank you, the purpose of this trip was more to get you fed than to get your name, but that was definitely a nice bonus! Speaking of food, when was the last time you ate?”

Vee’s blush seemed to deepen, and he began biting his lip nervously as he gave a grunt in response.

Patton squinted, setting down a container of leaf lettuce in order to cross his arms as his Dad Expression settled on his face.

The expression must have worked, because the next minute Vee was sighing to himself in defeat.

“A fuckin… day before you guys brought me here, maybe?”

Patton gasped, scandalized by both the answer and the swear.

“Well! Shame on Logan for not feeding you! I’ll be sure to come in like four times a day to make sure you eat!”

Vee snorted at that, his lips tilting slight upwards in an amused smirk.

“Document that scolding for me, I’d love to see it.”

Patton rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. Instead of commenting, though, he just shoved a couple condiment bottles towards Vee, finally finished pulling out food from the basket.

Vee looked at the variety of containers and then the three different drinks Patton had barely managed to fit in the basket with an incredulous look.

“...How’d you fit all this in that basket?”

Patton grinned at that. “I’m an unrivaled champion at Household Tetris.”

Vee let a small, genuine laugh at that remark. He nodded, looking over all the food again.

“I believe you. So can I uh… just dig in?”

Patton nodded eagerly. “Yup! Just go right for it!”

Vee, now given permission, opened almost every single container as he built the biggest sandwich he possibly could fit in his mouth.

Patton watched with a grin, making his own sandwich only when Vee began to stuff his face with food, occasionally sipping from the strawberry-kiwi Snapple that he’d brought with him. He was definitely going to make friends with this cute emo, whether Logan recommended it or not!

Eventually though, Patton had to leave, and with his departure he had to re-cuff Vee with an extra set of cuffs he’d brought from the supply room.

“Sorry. I wish I could leave without doing this, but Logan would have my head if he found out I’d let out of the cuffs in the first place.”

Vee just shrugged. “Nothing I’m not used to. Not being trusted, that is.”

Patton frowned, brows furrowing, but just as he opened his mouth to ask, his watch dinged with a text.

He glanced at it.

RoRo: You don’t want to know, knight. Trust me.

Patton sighed, trusting Roman and dropping the subject.

“I’ll be back again the next time you get hungry, okay? Just wave at the camera and I’ll come running.”

Vee nodded, smiling slightly.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks uh… Patton.”

Patton beamed, then left with a small wave.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Patton’s smile turned into a harsh frown. He had some words to tell Logan.

Patton’s feet took him straight to Logan’s room, knocking a little more firmly on the door than he usually would have, but this situation called for a little firmness, he thought.

Logan opened the door, confused expression set in place.

“Patton? Why are you angry?”

Putting his hands on his hips, Patton glared at Logan. “Forgetting to feed him, Logan? Really? It’s been almost four days since he ate last!”

Logan blinked, then realization dawned. “Ah, I knew I was forgetting something. I should eat too, I think I forgot to today.”

Patton threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Lolo! I swear, what am I going to do with you? You forget to eat, you forget to feed our guest, you even keep him cuffed like he’s an animal! Honestly!”

Logan sighed, lifting his glasses so he could rub at his eyes.

“I’m sorry Patton, if I could keep him uncuffed without the fear of him trying to use his powers to escape, I would in a heartbeat, you know that. You know how much I detest keeping him like he’s a prisoner rather than a guest, but he’s on the enemies side and we need to remember that.”

Patton deflated at that, his shoulders sagging as he a long, pained whine escaped his throat.

“Lolo I wanna hug hiiiiiim.”

Logan frowned, confused once again. “Why?”

Patton sniffled. “He… Vee’s said some really concerning things and I’m worried! Said he was used to not being trusted but… but he’s a hero’s sidekick, why wouldn’t he be trusted?”

Logan’s frown deepened. “That… doesn’t add up with what we’ve seen… I mean, we’ve always known the hero’s intentions to be… less than ideal but… to go so far as to not trust their own kind?”

Patton wiped at his eyes as Logan began to mutter, another pathetic whine emerging when he felt like he’d gone long enough without affection.

Logan smiled sheepishly and opened his arms again to let Patton step in again.

“I’m sorry Patton. We’ll get this figured out soon enough.”

Patton nodded, burying his face in Logan’s shoulder again.

“Why don’t we go to bed, then? We’re both exhausted, and I’m sure Roman is capable of watching… Vee? For a few hours.”

“Okay,” Patton agreed, letting Logan lead him into his room.

Roman usually would have gotten bored by now, watching Vee by himself, but right now he was busy looking into possible futures, trying to play the game he was playing with himself and unable to figure out the rules because he never gave off any facial features whenever he won or lost… if he won or lost.

Suddenly, he looked up at the camera, making Roman jump slightly. Was he going to have to go wake up Logan and Patton?

“Ya know, knowing that someone is literally watching my every move is creepy as hell.”

Roman snorted. Watching someone’s every move made him feel like a creep, so he supposed they were even.

He glanced at the speaker button before sighing. May as well, he didn’t see any harm in it.

“And how were you so sure I was here, JDelightful?”

Vee snorted, rolling his eyes and going back to the deck of cards Patton had left behind.

“Patton told me to wave at the camera. If he wasn’t sure someone would see it, why would that be his instructions?”

Roman nodded to himself. That is a good point.

“Alright then, care to tell me what exactly you’re playing? I’ve been trying to figure it out for the better part of an hour.”

Vee looked at the camera with clear disbelief.

“I’m… not playing anything? I’m organizing the cards. How… how did you not see that?”

Roman blinked, harrumphing in response before taking his finger off the button, accidentally hitting another when he moved his hand away from it and watching as the lights switched off in the room.

Quiet.

Roman turned the lights back on in a panic to see if what he’d seen happened and sure enough, Vee was curled into a ball, his hands over his ears, rocking back and forth with wide eyes.

Instantly Roman rushed out of the room and turned a few halls to get to the holding cell, flinging the door open (did Patton forget to lock it?) and rushing to Vee’s side. He hovered his hands over the other’s body before pulling back and taking deep breaths.

What helped him out of his own anxiety? Disney music, usually.

Worth a shot.

Lowly, Roman began to sing trying to keep his words even and slow as he grabbed one of Vee’s hands to keep him grounded and pull it away from his ears so he could hear.

It didn’t work at first, but Roman kept going, visions flashing through his mind of Vee calming down if he kept his current path.

And he did, eventually. It took like three disney songs, but Vee calmed down and actually slumped against Roman, eyes closed, though he wasn’t asleep.

Roman flushed, but didn’t comment on the closeness.

“You feel better?” he asked nervously, playing with Vee’s fingers that were now loose in his hands.

Vee gave a sluggish shrug, grunting noncommittally. Roman huffed, then moved to get up before Vee whined and Roman saw a flash of another panic attack happening if he left him alone.

Sighing, Roman settled in on the cot with Vee pressed into his chest, humming more songs, though not exclusively Disney this time.

In the end, Logan was wrong. Virgil didn’t really know why he felt a crushing weight in his chest when the three week mark hit and Logan was pacing the room with an angry frown. He was expecting this, he knew Daimon wasn’t going to come for him, and Remus followed Daimon around like a lost puppy, why would he care about anything other than what the snake wanted?

Virgil sighed, hanging upside down off the edge of the cot while Logan paced.

“Ya know, I told you a week ago that the two week mark was over. Do you really think they’re going to come after me at this point?”

Logan glared over at him, earning an eyebrow raise.

“Forgive me if I don’t understand how someone with such an important power in our technological age isn’t viewed as important, Vee.”

Virgil shrugged.

“Don’t sweat it, I was only ever really around to make sure the mics couldn’t catch their lies and the camera’s didn’t see them do what they didn’t want seen.”

Logan stopped, staring at Virgil in wonder.

“You know what they’re like.”

Virgil frowned, uprighting himself now so his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

“Of course I know what they’re like. Da-er… Deceit was my best friend. Then the Duke came along and everything kind of went to shit.”

Roman’s lip curled in distaste. “Honestly, what kind of hero name is Deceit?”

Virgil shrugged. “What kind of villain name is Prince?”

Roman gave an offended gasp.

“It is not a villain name! It is my future hero name, when the corrupt are overthrown and we, the just, are able to take their place!”

Virgil snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

Patton frowned. “You don’t think we’d be better heroes?”

Virgil shook his head. “Nah, you guys have already more than proven you’re way better than Deceit and Remus. Especially since you guys uncuffed me on day five. I still get put in holding cells at home if they think I’m gonna use what I know against them.”

Patton puffed out his cheeks, clearly upset by this information.

Logan hummed, looking between the three of them, an idea turning in his mind like well oiled cogs.

“I think… I have a way to expose them, especially now that we have Vee’s abilities on hand…” 

Vee blinked, forgetting that Logan came up with ideas faster than even Roman, with his foresight abilities.

“Yeah, teach? What’s that?”

Honestly, the idea of going against his ex-best friend didn’t sit right, but Virgil wanted more than anything to be friends with the three surrounding him. Wanted to see where this team might go and if they went the same direction Daimon and Remus did then… he’d see, but he honestly doubted that to happen.

He really, really did.

[lampd-intheface]

Sterling Silver

warnings: none

pairings: LAMP, heavy Prinxiety

author's note: this one's based off of a very popular tumblr post (kudos to you if you recognize it) but i can't seem to find who to credit for that? either way, i just really wanted to write smth smth for the vampire au since a lot of you really seemed to enjoy it

“Virgil, my darling, please. You're being unreasonable.”

As soon as the words left Roman's mouth, he already knew it was the wrong thing to say. Even Logan, who was merely observing from the couch, cringed at his mistake.

Virgil didn't just cringe. He scowled.

Roman was in deep trouble now. He could just tell that Virgil was much more upset now than he was before. Roman had a habit of being impulsive like that and, in these situations, he wished he would learn.

“Okay, I'm sorry for saying that. You're not being unreasonable at all, my sweet--” Roman moved to hug Virgil from behind before grimacing and quickly changing his mind.

What made him change his mind wasn't just the way Virgil cringed away from him (though, in normal circumstances, that would've been enough).

Wrapped around Virgil's waist was a clearly glistening chain of silver. It acted as Virgil's belt but Roman knew better. It wasn't just for holding up Virgil's pants. It was for repelling Roman.

It wasn't just the belt either. Virgil's fingers were covered in silver rings and his ears had silver studs. There was a choker around his neck decorated in silver spikes. He had even put in a silver lip ring.

Now, when exactly Virgil got his lip pierced, Roman didn't know. All he knew was Virgil looked good and Roman found himself hating the lip ring with a passion.

He couldn't even fathom where Virgil got all of these bonafide sterling silver jewelry. Did he just have all of this in stock for times like this? Or did he find a time to sneak out and buy all of them? Knowing Virgil and how stingy he was with money, it most likely wasn't the second option.

“Heya, honey bee, it's your turn to pick what we're gonna have for dinner.” Patton suddenly called from the kitchen, apparently oblivious to Roman and Virgil's current dilemma.

Virgil made eye contact for the first time in a while with Roman as he answered “Why not Italian?”

Roman made a soft whining noise in the back of his throat and Patton laughed “Oh, honey bee, you're so funny. You know we can't have that stuff!”

“Oh, I know.” Virgil drawled out, eyes still directly staring at Roman.

Patton, probably concerned, walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron, only to be stunned by Virgil's get-up “Virgil, honey, what's with… with uh… all of this?”

“Why don't you ask Roman?” Virgil crossed his arms and, as he cocked his hip, the belt at his waist jangled.

Patton, definitely much more concerned than before, turned to Roman who only groaned “It's all my fault.”

“Now, what's all your fault, Roman, darling?” Patton reached out and placed a gentle hand on Roman's shoulder.

“We were at the college because I had to pick Virgil up, you know.” Roman began to recall exactly how he got into this mess “I had overheard this girl telling her friend something or another about my dashing good looks.”

Logan and Virgil practically scoffed in unison.

Roman chose to ignore that, pouting all the while “In any case, you know how Virgil doesn't like it.”

Virgil looked a little embarrassed at that but it didn't lessen the rather sour expression on his face.

Patton just nodded, focused solely on Roman's retelling. Virgil had a habit of being self-conscious when it came to his vampire boyfriends. He had this odd notion that they were 'out of his league' and, whenever passerby mentioned it, Virgil grew self-deprecating.

“Well, I had thought a bold romantic gesture would help put my darling's troubled expression at ease!” Roman declared as if he found no problem with his plan.

Virgil's cheeks and his ears practically glowed red at this point. Though, if it was because he felt embarrassed by Roman or because he was recalling the events in his head, Roman couldn't tell.

Probably a healthy mix of both.

“If you had thought the entire thing through thoroughly, you would have come to the same conclusion as I.” Logan stated a-matter-of-factly “Our little starlight here does not favor any sort of bold or grand gesture.”

“Especially if it attracts a crowd of people!” Virgil added in agreement, his scowl less in anger and more in embarrassment. His hand even flew up to cover some of his face as if it would help cool it down.

“But, my love! I only meant to show them how dearly I love you and how the two of us are enamored with each other!” Roman protested, his hands forming fists as he pouted, a tone of passion in his voice.

“I would've even been okay with a kiss! Just a small kiss!” Virgil's other hand flew up as if covering his entire face would help with the situation at all “You didn't have to twirl and dip me before kissing me!”

Patton just nodded, grimacing a little “I see… And this prompted the get-up how?”

“Now he won't be able to make a scene anymore.” Virgil stated a-matter-of-factly, his tone almost copying Logan's from earlier as he lowered his hands.

Patton chuckled “Well, now, I understand where you're coming from, honey bee, but you do know you're keeping ol’ Logan and I away too.”

Virgil made a face that screamed ‘And what about it?’

Logan sensed this and turned to the group with his own little scowl “Wait, excuse me, are you stating that we must suffer through this as well?”

“I mean, we're all vampires here and you know silver stings the dickens outta vampires, Lo.” Patton gestured vaguely towards Virgil.

When Logan stared incredulously at Virgil, the human stuck his tongue out, revealing a tongue stud that gleamed silver.

“Okay, well, that seems a little excessive--” Patton tutted at the sight of the tongue stud and Roman made a dying grunting sort of noise in agreement.

When Virgil didn't seem to respond to that, Patton put on a thinking face “Well, now, I guess I'm about to get a little bit hurt here.”

There was a moment of silence as Virgil, Logan and Roman turned to Patton, all three of them with almost matching expressions of confusion. Virgil, though, looked more suspicious than confused.

“What do you mean?” Virgil finally broke the silence, his feet automatically taking a step back out of habit.

Patton didn't smirk but there was a gleam in his eyes “I haven't hugged you since last night! So, I'm gonna hug you right now.”

“Patton, I am covered in silver--” Virgil started to say but, when Patton inched forward, the words died in his throat.

“Patton, no--” Virgil took a step back and Patton, determined, took two steps forward.

The two took turns taking steps as Logan and Roman watched on. Eventually, though, the backs of Virgil's legs hit the coffee table and there was nowhere else to go.

At that point, he thought Patton would stop but, instead, the vampire kept inching forward.

Virgil seemed to catch on to what Patton was planning and groaned loudly, hastily putting his arms up as if to stop the vampire “Okay, okay, okay, chill! Let me take these off first!”

With little flourish, Virgil took off the chains and the rings and the piercings, letting all of it unceremoniously fall onto the coffee table.

Patton made a noise of happiness and dove right in, hugging Virgil tightly but not too tightly. He even spun Virgil in a little circle. Virgil just sighed, hugging back with a little less vigor.

It seemed his plan had backfired and, though he hadn't been all that serious about it, Virgil was still a little miffed at how easily Patton had--

His thoughts were interrupted by Roman who saddled up behind him, joining in the hug-fest. Virgil made a guttural noise of protest but didn't move away at all.

Logan seemed satisfied by the turn of events and turned back to his book.

“Logan, dear, you better drop that book and come over here.”

Logan, looking less satisfied than before, sighed and placed a bookmark into his novel before he, too, saddled up, further squishing Virgil.

It was Patton's turn to look satisfied.

“Now, honey bee, I'm sure Roman didn't mean to make a scene. You should be a little more lenient on him.” Patton gently reminded Virgil “He has a lotta love to give and sometimes he forgets where he is when he gets his fanciful ideas.”

“And, you, mister, you need to tone down your public displays of affection!” Patton peered up at Roman over Virgil's shoulder and Roman returned the look with his own sheepish one.

“Yes, of course, I apologise profusely.” Roman nodded, pressing a kiss to Virgil's temple and just, in general, basking in Virgil's warmth.

“Now, in all seriousness, what do you want for dinner, honey bee?”

“Anything's fine with me.” Virgil's tone was resigned but he seemed content enough with how their little spat had ended.

Patton looked glad and, reluctantly, he left Virgil's embrace to skip happily to the kitchen. That left Virgil secured tightly in Roman's and Logan's arms.

Logan hesitated for a second before pressing a kiss to the corner of Virgil's lips and another on Roman's cheeks “I must help Patton with dinner since it's been delayed.”

As soon as Logan had left, Roman sighed and his breath tickled as it blew past Virgil's ear “I deeply truly apologize. You know I hadn't meant to-- to-- to make you uncomfortable--”

Virgil rolled his eyes, leaning back into his dramatic vampire's hold “Okay, I get it, princey. It was embarrassing but I might've overreacted too. Just don't--”

“Do it again? Gladly.” Roman's voice sounded strong and sincere as he promised, his lips leaving small kisses against Virgil's temple and along Virgil's jaw before his face settled into the crook of Virgil's neck “I will leave the heavily amorous displays of affection for when we are in the privacy of our own home.”

Virgil snickered at that, content with the promise.

[thegalacticmoth]

Sanders Sides Tangled AU (LAMP/CALM) Chapter 20

Prompt: "Virgil and the others run away from palace life for a day"

"Where did you put the note?" Logan asked as the four of them casually walked through the forest outside of the kingdom.

"I put it in crack between the doors to their room, right above the door handles," Virgil said. "they can't miss it." He added.

"Good, we don't need them panicking." Patton said.

"Well, my dad did say we could go out for a bit and chill for a day," Virgil said. "We just didn't tell them when, and only left a note now that we have." He said with a smile, although he felt a little anxiousness and a bit of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"That's true," Logan said. "Although we should get back before nightfall." He said.

"Yeah, we probably should." Roman agreed.

"Where are we going exactly?" Virgil asked, looking around at the forest that surrounded them.

"To this cute little meadow-like clearing we found a while ago." Patton said. "It's quiet and has a little creek near by." He added.

"Sounds nice." Virgil said.

The group walked for another few minutes before stepping out of the trees and into a small clearing.

"It's so pretty." Virgil said softly as he looked around the small clearing.

Patton beamed. "I knew you'd like it." He said, "come on, there's a really nice tree to sit under in the shade where you can see the creek." He said as he grabbed Virgil's hand and excitedly lead him across the lush grass that tickled at Virgil's bare feet.

The four of them settled down underneath the shade of a small tree that overlooked the clearing and the small creek off to the side.

Roman was curled up against Virgil's chest and Logan had his head in Patton's lap as the other carded his fingers through his hair, Logan's glassing sitting on the ground next to him as he relaxed with his eyes closed.

"We should come out here more often." Roman said softly as he snuggled closer to Virgil, who had previously looped his arms around his torso.

"I don't think we can afford sneaking out of the palace on a regular basis." Logan said, humming softly as Patton gently massaged his scalp.

"Once a week."

"No."

"Every other week?"

"No."

"Once a month?"

"..."

"Is that a yes, Specs?" Roman asked with a grin.

"I suppose." Logan said after another short pause.

"You two are so silly," Patton said softly.

"You're one to talk." Roman said with a grin.

Patton blushed and smiled at him. "I guess you got me there." He said.

A small snore drew their attention to the oddly silent male leaning against the tree next to them.

Virgil had fallen asleep as they had chattered, having felt content and relaxed as he sat there against the tree and held Roman, listening to them talk.

The others each smiled softly and decided to let him sleep while they continued to chatter quietly amongst themselves.

Virgil woke up an hour or two later, feeling his body being moved to lay against something warm and softly.

He hummed softly and snuggled closer to what he assumed was one of his boyfriends, nuzzling against what he assumed was his chest.

"Why hello there," Logan said as he carefully held Virgil in his lap, feeling the other male shift and snuggled closer.

Virgil mumbled softly and reluctantly slid an eye open to look up at him.

"Hi." He said softly.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Logan asked as he reached up to gently card his fingers through Virgil's hair.

Virgil hummed softly and leaned into the touch as he nodded, closing his eyes again.

"Sorry we woke you," Logan added. "Patton and Roman wanted to go play in the creek and we decided to move you into a more comfortable position since we needed to move you to let Roman up anyway." He explained.

" 's fine." He mumbled, his words a little slurred from the sleepiness that still clung to him.

It was a quite for a few moments, only interrupted by a distant shout of "I FOUND A SALAMANDER" that sounded like Roman, followed by small scream and loud splashing, along with what sounded like Patton laughing.

"When was the last time you slept for more than five hours?" Logan asked.

Virgil hesitated.

"...'dunno." He mumbled with a shrug, hiding his face in the crook of Logan's neck.

"We need to work on that."

" 'M fine." Virgil protested.

"Not in my opinion."

Virgil huffed. "Whatever you say Specs."

Logan rolled his eyes playfully and smiled a small bit.

They sat and chatted quietly, Virgil still snuggled up to Logan, who eventually moved his hands to massage at Virgil's shoulders and back, making the other male relax against him and hum in appreciation at how good it felt for his tense muscles to relax.

Parton and Roman came back over to them after a while, their sleeves and pants rolled up but they were still wet despite that.

"Did you guys have fun?" Virgil asked softly, mumbling a little bit since his face was pressed against Logan's stomach.

"We did," Patton said with a bright smile as Roman nodded in agreement, "did you guys have fun as well?" He asked.

"It was quiet nice to relax in the shade, and Virgil was able to take a decently long nap." Logan said as he moved his hands to gently massage Virgil's scalp, feeling the slightly younger teen turn into putty at the touch of his hands.

Virgil groaned softly as Logan massaged his scalp, and hid his blushing face in Logan's shirt.

He felt a second pair of hands gently land on his lower back, beginning to gently rub there as well, and then a third pair of hands were on his thighs, and he hummed again, barely able to hold in a small moan as the persons fingers began to methodically dig into his leg muscles, relaxing him even more.

"Guys....." he mumbled softly.

"You don't need to do that, I'm fine." He said as he tried to sit up and wave their hands away.

"Nonsense." Roman said as he gently pushed Virgil back onto his stomach from where his hands had been on said male's lower back. "This is something we want to do, let us help you relax and make you feel good." Roman said as he dug his fingers into the tense muscles of his lower back.

"Your fingers are cold though." He mumbled, before humming at the feeling as his skin got used to his cold fingers.

He wanted to just relax, but he also didn't want them to feel like they needed to do this for him, it made him feel bad and like he was spoiled.

"You really don't need to," Virgil said as he gently pushed his hands away. "I don't want you to pamper me or something." He said as he sat up.

"But what if we want to pamper you?" Patton asked as he wrapped his arms around Virgil and pulled him into his lap.

"What if we want to make you feel good." He asked asked, his mouth close to Virgil's ear as he pressed a kiss to the crook of Virgil's neck.

"I-I..." his face turned bright red, the words sounding to imply something more intimate then just a massage.

"Shhh," Patton said. "Let us help you relax, let us take care of you." He said as he gently slipped his hands under Virgil's shirt. "If this is okay with you that is." He added, gaining a shy nod from Virgil.

Logan coughed softly from next to them. "As much as I agree with Roman and Patton, I believe we should be heading back to the palace," he said. "It will be getting late soon, and we don't want to make your parents worry by not getting back while it's still light out." He said.

"But we can start this back up again when we get back to Virgil's room." He added.

Patton pouted, but slipped his hands out from under his shirt and relaxed his hold on Virgil as he nodded. "Alright," he said, before pressing a kiss to Virgil's cheek.

The four of them eventually got up and dusted themselves off before beginning the trek back to the castle, chatting as they walked through the woods.

The sun was setting by the time they got back, and they quickly cleaned up and changed before heading down to have dinner with Virgil's parents, telling them they had had a nice day and that they were sorry for the short notice of their trip and all.

"Well, I'm glad you boys had a nice day of exploring the woods, but please do tell us in person next time." Virgil's dad said as they finished dinner and went to tuck in for the night.

"We will," Virgil said. "Good night," he added.

"Goodnight."

The four of them then went up to Virgil's room, but the guards told them it was to late and that they needed to go to their own rooms for the night.

-

Virgil has just finished getting out of his more formal clothes, and was about half way done with getting into more comfortable clothes -only having a pair of loose and soft pants on- when there was a tapping sound on his window.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, it hadn't even been twenty minutes yet.

Walking over to the window he waited a few seconds before pushing the curtains away and opening it up, taking a few steps back as Roman, Patton and Logan slipped into his room.

"Why hello," He said with a coy smile.

Patton grinned and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist.

"Hello," He said as he leaned his mouth down to kiss at Virgil's neck.

"Now," He began, "Back to what I was saying earlier."

Note: feel free to continue putting in requests if you have any, I'm open to requests at any time. You can also put in multiple requests if you want. And you can ether comment them or pm me, I don't mind either way.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

SPOOKY SCARY SANDERS SIDES 1

HELLO MY LOVES IT IS OCTOBER FIRST WHERE I LIVE AND THEREFORE OFFICIALLY HALLOWEEN DAY ONE!!! 

i’m doing a 31-day prompt fill challenge from @sanderssidesspook and here is day one!!!! 

DAY ONE: COSTUME PARTY 

SUMMARY: the sides are getting their costumes ready. virgil’s raises some eyebrows. 

WORD COUNT: ~922

PAIRING: romantic lamp 

TW: mild mention of spiders and anxiety 

read it on ao3!!! 

“Roman, it tickles!” Patton giggles. Roman leans in and boops their noses together, careful not to smear his own elaborate makeup, before pulling a makeup wipe out of thin air and scrubbing the streak of black face paint off Patton’s cheek.

“I know it does, dearheart, but you have to stop moving so much!” Roman chides, gently. “How am I supposed to perfect your costume if I cannot put the finishing touches on your lovely, lovely face, hmm?”

Patton giggles a little more, and then takes a deep breath, sitting perfectly still again. He’s wearing his cat hoodie as an actual hoodie, rather than tied around his shoulders, accompanied with soft grey sweatpants, socks with cat pawprints on the bottom, and a fluffy tail attached to the back of his pants. Roman has been attempting for the last fifteen minutes to draw a kitty-cat face on him, but he’s so ticklish and sensitive on his face that it’s a bit of an ordeal.

Roman twists the little crayon of black face paint up out of the tube and gently cups Patton’s face, squeezing his cheek just a little. Patton giggles again, and Roman just grins. “Here we go, my love. Hold as still as you possibly can, okay?”

Patton nods, puffing his adorably squishy cheek out as he pouts adorably to maintain his focus. Roman can’t resist leaning in and kissing Patton, right on the tip of his adorably round little nose, and begins to draw the kitty cat face onto him again.

He gets the kitty nose drawn, and all the whiskers on one side of his face. Logan comes in just as he finishes, wearing a weird brown coat and goggles and carrying some kind of stuffed bird. “Logan!” Patton cheers. Logan smiles softly.

“Hello, Patton.” “Aren’t you going to put on a Halloween costume?”

Logan blinks, face the special kind of schooled neutral that he usually reserves for Patton’s puns. “I amwearing a costume, Patton. I am Nikola Tesla.”

“Who?”

“Whom,” Logan corrects. “He is a scientist, Patton.”

“Oh! You look so cute, Lolo!” Logan blushes and fiddles with his stuffed pigeon.

“You as well, Patton.”

“And me?” Roman says, leaning away from Patton to pose flamboyantly. Logan blinks at him in confusion. “What do you think of my costume?”

“You . . . make a very pretty . . . ancient Chinese noblewoman?”

Roman gasps as though Logan has just said that Disney is cancelled forever. “Logan Elizabeth Sanders –”

“That is not my middle name.”

“ – I am ashamed that you do not recognize my Mulan outfit!”

Logan rolls his eyes at Roman’s theatrics and looks around the room, puzzled. “Have either of you seen Virgil?” “You rang?”

Logan jumps as Virgil appears behind him, dressed simply in a black onesie with the hood down and his hands behind his back. “E equals MC scared!” he shrieks, leaping forward. Virgil laughs, stepping forward to gently kiss him in apology.

“What are you dressed as?” Roman asks, beginning to draw the next series of whiskers on Patton’s face. “Peter Pan’s shadow?”

“Not quite,” Virgil smirks. He pulls his hood down over his head and holds his arms straight out to his sides, revealing the three plush arms suspended from each of his real ones with strings and the six extra red eyes sparkling on his hood. “I’m a –”

“CREEPY CRAWLY DEATH DEALER!” Patton shrieks, scrambling away from Roman so hastily that he ends up with yet another smeared streak of black greasepaint on his face as he hides behind Roman, shaking.

“Virgil, why would you do that?” Logan asks. “You know how Patton feels about arachnids!”

“I’m trying to help him get over his fear!” Virgil insists. “He’s terrified of spiders, but he’s not terrified of me, and all me being dressed as a spider means is that I have four times the number of arms to hug him with!”

Patton peeks out from behind Roman’s shoulder. “R-really?”

Virgil pushes his hood down, revealing his adorably tousled bedhead and his slightly flushed cheeks. “Yeah, Pat. I’m not scary, see? It’s just me. Can I have a hug?”

Patton slowly shuffles forward, eyes still wide and fearful. Virgil holds his arms out for a hug and Patton yelps, seeing all the false arms move along with it. “They’re not real, Pat,” Virgil says gently. “They’re the sleeves of old shirts that I cut off and stuffed with cotton.  And the hands? They’re old gloves that I stuffed with cotton. Then I sewed everything together with black thread. I’m not so scary, a-am I?”

His voice quavers, just a little, like he’s worried that they’re still scared of him. (Roman has a flashback to the days before they accepted him into their relationship, when Virgil was still Anxiety, when he would have said yes, he was the most terrifying thing in Thomas’s mind.)

Once Patton hears the fear in Virgil’s voice, he overcomes his unease at the costume and pulls Virgil into a tight hug, rapidly scattering kisses into the soft fluff of his hair. “Oh, honey, no! Of courseyou’re not scary! You keep us safe from all the scary things – including spiders!”

Virgil’s arms fall securely around Patton’s waist in relief, the fake arms of his costume wrapping around Patton as well, and Roman sighs happily. He slides an arm around Logan’s waist and rests his head on his shoulder, feeling Logan press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. Patton’s makeup can wait.

[trashyswitch]

Nom Nom for Love

Remus is a strange man who likes to nom on people when he wants affection. So when Remus feels hungry for affection, he tries nomming on a couple people to see who will be the most understanding and deliver his much-needed love.

This prompt was suggested by an anonymous user who signed off with a scorpion 🦂 emoji. So whoever you are, I hope my fanfic pulls you out of that 'crabby' mood of yours!

Remus is a bit of an anime girl. He will stick his tongue out, he will go on flustered and angry rants, and he will even go full-on yandere in the uniform and everything! But as of late, Remus has also developed a new strange habit: nomming on people.

Yes, Remus will nom on people. And by nomming, I mean casually biting people. Usually when an anime girl noms on someone, it’s because they’re angry. But for whatever reason, Remus had decided that killing is his angry response and nomming shall be his plea for people to ‘notice him’. If one didn’t know any better, they could easily assume a vampire is living in the mind palace now! But nope. It’s just Remus nomming like a puppy because ‘I want attention and I will not stop the nom-nom, until you give me attention’.

Now, the boys didn’t really know how to respond to his biting habit. At first, the boys would get angry at him and punish him for biting. But overtime, the boys had all created their own responses and strategies for handling Remus’s nomming habit:

Patton started off like any person would: by screaming in pain and bursting out crying. But overtime, Patton’s screams would lessen to yelps and Patton would either scold him for biting, or take things away from him. Remus quickly learned to bite him a bit lighter due to his sensitivity to pain.

Virgil has been seen hissing at him, and threatening that he’ll bite back if he doesn’t let go. Though most of the time this got Remus to let go, Virgil has had to bite Remus right back a couple times, to show he wasn’t bluffing when he made his threat.

Roman started out by either hitting him on the forehead or biting him back on the same spot he bit him. But Roman soon learned from Remus just why he bit as much as he did. Now that he understood, Roman now wears dog bite protective sleeves so that he’s not badly injured when Remus wants to ‘express’ himself.

Logan would start out with hitting Remus across the face with a newspaper or a magazine. Soon though, Logan would come up with his own strategies: The nerd often hid his arm in his shirt and would put a fake, rubbery arm into his sleeve. This would actually catch Remus off guard when he didn’t even flinch in pain at the bite. Logan would then give him the fake arm and ask him what he wants while getting his arm back into his sleeve.

Lastly: Janus had grown a full pain tolerance to his biting. He treated the attention bites like a little puppy’s bites: purely playful. Though Janus would warn him when he bit in certain spots (ex: his wrist), Remus was generally good at biting him on the arms, on the shoulder or on the fatty parts of him. Janus basically taught Remus to learn the pain tolerant spots like tattoo tolerances: go for the fatty, non-boney spots and you’ll be fine.

One day, Remus was feeling extra eager for pets and attention. He started off by biting his favorite person to bite: Janus.

Janus blinked at the bite and looked at the boy. “Hello Remus.” Janus greeted.

Remus opened his mouth and removed his teeth from his upper arm. “Hi!” Remus replied.

Janus moved his hand up to Remus’s ear and started scratching the back of it. “In need of some scratches and rubs?” Janus asked.

Remus closed his eyes, leaned into the touch and nodded with a content smile.

Janus decided to give Remus some more ear scratches before moving onto his neck. Remus went cross-eyed and gasped at the feeling and slowly closed his eyes as he leaned into the wonderful scratches. Janus smiled happily and continued to scritchy-scratch.

Remus gently shoved his head into Janus and rubbed his head, shoulders and back into Janus’s chest. He was acting so much like a dog! The only thing that was missing was a wide smile with a panting tongue out. “Who needs dogs in the house when we have a Remus?” Janus teased.

Remus giggled and shook his hair out. “Woof woof, bitch.” Remus joked.

“Says the crazy twin who bites people out of love.” Janus joked back.

Remus laughed and nodded.

“As much as I love petting you and giving you attention, I have a couple things I need to get done.” Janus told him.

Remus’s eager smile dropped into hurt and disappointment. “Awww…”

“But, there’s bound to be someone else who can give you attention.” Janus added.

“Yeah...but they’re not as understanding as you.” Remus whined.

“Even Roman?” Janus asked.

Remus blinked and looked down. He had forgotten about Roman. “Well...I guess Roman’s getting better.” Remus admitted.

“Why don’t you get his attention. I’m sure he’ll enjoy his twin brother’s puppy-like ways.” Janus suggested as he got up and started to walk away.

Remus nodded and looked down for a few seconds. He didn’t really wanna ask Roman for love and attention. As much as he knew Roman could handle his bites and begs, Roman found happiness in other people besides him. Remus didn’t really feel like being reminded of that. But...He supposed the only way to reverse any of those beliefs, was to give him a chance. So, Remus walked up to Roman’s room and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Roman called back.

Remus walked into the room and was about to nom him for attention. But Roman actually brought his arm over to him. “In need of some attention, brother?” Roman asked.

Remus nodded his head and gave Roman a light little nom as a confirmation. Roman smiled and patted the spot beside him on his bed. Remus clapped his hands excitedly, and happily crawled up. When Remus was ready, Roman put his coloring book down and started to play wrestle with Remus.

Soon, the bed became some sort of wrestling ring while the boys sloppily wrestled each other. Remus’s movements were very much dog-like and careless, while Roman’s movements were more put together and mindful. Roman would do more strategic moves, while Remus would just lunge at him and push him around the bed.

Finally though, Remus did manage to get the upper hand on Roman by tickling him while he was pinned.

“Ohoho gehehehez- Rehehehemuhuhuhus! Stahahap thahahahat!” Roman laughed.

“I’ve got you now! Mwahahaha!” Remus declared, before scratching and spidering his fingers on his ribs, sides and abs.

Roman squealed loudly and rested his shoulders and neck back as laughter poured out of his mouth. “REHEHEMUHUHUHUS! THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T HOHOHOW WREHEHESTLIHIHING WOHOHORKS!” Roman told him loudly.

“I know. But, it’s how play-wrestling works.” Remus reminded him as he spidered his fingers up and down his ribs.

Roman just laughed at the tickling and soon, started trying to get revenge on him. He started with squeezes to the hips.

“HEHEY! Rude much?” Remus asked, protecting his hips.

“All’s fair when it comes to tickle-wrestling fights.” Roman replied as he went for his lower ribs. Remus squealed and flopped onto Roman in surprise! Then, Roman flipped Remus over onto his back and trapped him with tickles to his belly and his belly button.

Remus bursted out laughing and kicked his legs a little bit. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI’M STUHUHUHUCK!” Remus yelled.

“Yup! You are stuck in my tickly trap! And you shall be stuck there for an eternity! MWAHAHAHA!” Roman teased.

Remus shook his head and rocked back and forth a little. “MYHYHY EHEHEVIHIHIL LAHAHAUGH IHIHIS BEHEHEHETTEHEHER!” Remus argued.

“Really now? You think your evil laugh is much better than mine? Is that what you really think?” Roman asked.

In response, Remus hissed.

Roman paused his tickle attack and gasped. “Did you just hiss at me?!” Roman asked before bursting into laughter.

Remus giggled and hissed at him again.

“Oh that’s it!” Roman wrapped both his arms around Remus and started attacking his ribs, his belly and his hips. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP! ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAHAN IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Remus laughed loudly.

“That’s what you get for hissing at me, you evil cat!” Roman warned.

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT AHAHA CAHAHAHAT! VIHIHIRGIHIHIL’S THEHEHE CAHAHAHAT!” Remus yelled back.

“Noooo, Virgil’s a bat!” Roman responded.

“FAHAHAHALSEHOHOHOHOOD!” Remus yelled back.

“Hey! Don’t be stealing people’s quotes!” Roman yelled jokingly.

Roman and Remus went through a long tickle session before Remus was let go. As much as he loved it, Remus secretly wanted more cuddles, tickles and belly rubs than play fights. Remus wanted nice showings of love that didn’t involve fighting of any kind. Though, he knew he could only take what he could from a man who lived off fights.

So, Remus went to the third person he could trust: Logan.

Logan was an interesting man with a surprising amount of patience. Ever Since Remus apologized for the threats and injuries he caused, Logan and Remus had gotten closer bit by bit. Logan had helped him draw out a picture of a burned person, and had been on a few crime adventures with him. Though asking for attention and love would be quite a bit different, Remus knew it just might be the variety Remus and Logan needed in their life.

Remus walked up to the open door and walked right in. Remus, feeling attention-seeking once again, walked up and nommed on Logan’s arm. But, Remus let out a muffled giggle when he realized he had bitten yet another rubber arm. Remus pulled the rubber arm away from him and chewed on it for a bit.

“Now now, Remus: I want to be able to use it at least two times over.” Logan warned him. Remus dropped the arm onto the ground and crawled himself up to Logan. Then, Remus rubbed his head, his shoulder and his upper arm against Logan’s chest. “He-...Hello Remus.” Logan stuttered in surprise. Remus had never acted like this before! His new behaviour looked almost wolf-like to him.

Remus rubbed his cheek happily into Logan’s shoulder a few times, before grabbing Logan’s wrist and gently pulling him off the chair. “Cuddles.”

Logan chuckled and started to get up from his seat. “Has everyone else been denying you the cuddles you so desperately desire?” Logan asked, following Remus.

Remus nodded his head and sat down onto the end of Logan’s bed. Logan shook his head with a toothy smile and sat down beside him. Remus pulled Logan down as he laid his back onto the bed. “WEEEEEeeeee!” Remus cheered before his back made a soft ‘plop’ onto the bed comforter. “Oof!”

“Oof indeed.” Logan responded and laid onto his side. “Belly rubs, I assume?”

Remus nodded his head and lifted up his shirt to expose his belly. “Yes please!” He replied.

“Very well.” Logan started to gently start rubbing his belly like he would to a child with a tummy ache. Remus closed his eyes and smiled as he visibly melted from the touch. Logan rubbed the upper belly around the abs, and would move his circular strokes down to cover his belly button for a second or two. Soon though, Logan’s hand would move up to Remus’s semi-invisible abs again.

At this point, Remus had started to softly purr from how soft and calming Logan was making him feel. The rubs felt amazing to him and he wanted those belly rubs to last forever, if possible.

Logan smiled and enjoyed watching Remus melt into a puddle of pleasure. It was fun being able to make him happy from the simplest touches. It’s like finding that sweet spot on a dog or a cat that makes them either pant and wag their tail, or rub their body onto the ground. It was so cute and Remus was no exception.

Remus soon scooted himself next to Logan and snuggled into him. In response, Logan smirked and started squeezing his side.

“eEK! Lohohogahan!” Remus giggled.

“Yes Remus?” Logan replied.

“Nohoho squeheezes!” Remus called.

“Not in the mood for them?” Logan asked.

“Nohohot yehet.” Remus responded.

So, Logan decided to give Remus a long back rub next. He massaged with his fingers, lightly dug in with his palms, and rubbed with his whole hands. Remus happily enjoyed the feeling of a free massage from a smart man who knew anatomy really well.

And soon, Logan gave his sides a little tweak as an ‘are you ready’ signal.

Remus giggled and nodded back, signalling that yes, he is indeed ready for tickles.

Logan smiled eagerly, rolled Remus onto his back and started skittering and squeezing his sides. Remus immediately let himself go and laughed happily in his arms.

“YAAAAHAHAHAHAYYYYY!” Remus laughed and snuggled closer. Logan giggled along with him and switched up his technique to drumming and squishing. Remus squealed in surprise and threw his head back with even more laughter leaving his lips. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Remus admitted.

“Really? I’m delighted to see you’re enjoying the attention.” Logan responded with a smile.

Remus wiggled around and enjoyed the feeling of belly rubs and tickles from Logan. This was the kind of attention that Remus had wanted all along. He really thought he was getting more of this attention from Janus. But he couldn’t receive it due to busy reasons. But, Remus fully understood. Everybody has things to do.

Remus was actually quite surprised to see that Logan was free enough to offer him some belly rubs and tickles. But, he guessed that Logan has a little more love in his system than he lets on...

[cefstickles]

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.

Taglist: @violetmcl @shadowkittycat97 @chituri (Let me know if you want to be on or off my taglist!)

[august-anon]

could i request number 1 (claws) with ler!virgil and lee!logan? love your fics btw

Ahh, this is so late, I am so sorry! And thank you for being so patient and so sweet omg! Hope you enjoy this! 

(also, this is loosely connected to the other prompts from this prompt list, just like the others were)

(also also, I had the intro to this done and then my computer glitched and erased it all, and I couldn’t remember what I wrote so I wrote something totally different, so hopefully that’s still good lol)

Kitten’s Got Claws

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): could be gen or romantic analogical, whatever you’re vibing with

Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Virgil/Lee!Logan

Word Count: 895 words

Summary: Virgil’s suspicious of Logan’s motives now that he’s started using Roman’s tickle spellbook as well. He figures he might as well be proactive and get the nerd, first.

[ao3 link]

——————————

Logan had used the spellbook against Patton, that much Virgil knew. He also knew how to trust his gut, and his gut was saying that now that Logan got a taste of the power of tickle spells, he wasn’t going to stop, and it was only a matter of time before Virgil became his target. They all would be subject to his experiments with the spells sooner or later.

Not that Virgil had a problem with that (and not that he’d ever admit to that), but he had to show Logan that he wasn’t just going to be taken down.

Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to finally use the tickle spells himself, and he was too nervous to use them against Roman or Patton because they would stop at nothing to get him back. Logan generally was harder to provoke, he saw tickling as “childish and embarassing,” even though they all saw through those lies. 

Logan loved to play like that just as much as the rest of them, he was just even worse than Virgil at letting loose to have some silly fun.

Either way, Logan seemed to be less likely to be as ruthless when getting him back.

So Virgil marched into Roman’s room without knocking, ignored the indignant “hey”  from the princely side himself, and started flipping through the tickle spellbook.

“What, uh, what are you doing?” Roman asked nervously.

“Don’t worry,” Virgil hummed absentmindedly. “I’m not coming for you. Yet.”

Roman fell into a nervous silence after that. Virgil simply continued flipping through the spellbook for some long minutes, trying to decide what he wanted to try.

Master of Gargalesis. While the idea of a body transformation was horrifying (what if he forgot the detransformation words and was stuck like that forever? What if he said the transformation phrase wrong and horribly disfigured himself?), the idea of tortuous claws to dig into Logan’s ticklish spots was too tempting.

So he memorized the detransformation words (very carefully) and spoke the words to activate the spell aloud (very carefully), and watched in awe as his fingers transformed before him.

They grew long and into dull points (pointy enough to be tickly, but not enough to hurt). It looked a little weird, if Virgil was being honest, but not as horrifying as he had been worrying about. He nodded in satisfaction before walking to the door.

Only he couldn’t managed to open it with his new extremities.

“Uh, Roman?” He called quietly. “Can you, uh, get the door for me?”

Roman barked out a laugh and walked over to open the door. “Have fun, I want whoever you’re getting to be screaming loud enough with laughter that I can bask in it from here.”

Virgil snorted and shook his head. “Yeah, okay, Prince Weirdo.”

Virgil walked down the hall until he reached Logan’s door, knocking on it carefully, so as to not hurt himself or scrape off the paint with his new claws. Virgil heard movement from inside and quickly hid his hands behind his back (since the claws wouldn’t fit in his hoodie pockets), trying to look innocent.

“Yes?” Logan asked as he opened the door.

“I… have a question. Could I come in?”

“Of course,” Logan said easily as he stepped aside and let Virgil into the room. He shut the door behind them. “What can I help you with?”

“My question is…” Virgil said, unable to keep his devious grin hidden any longer. “How much do you think these would tickle?” He asked, pulling his hands out from behind his back.

Logan gasped and backed away, seeming to forget he could escape through the doorway that was previously next to him.

“Now, Virgil,” he stuttered, already smiling nervously, “let’s not be too hasty.”

Virgil wiggled his claws menacingly and stalked toward Logan. Logan yelped and tripped over his own feet, falling back onto the bed with Virgil jumping on after him.

“Why don’t we test them out?” He asked teasingly, relishing in the growing blush on Logan’s face.

“Wait, wait!”

Virgil shrugged. “Nah.”

Logan instantly burst into loud laughter as Virgil targeted his sides, trying to dig in with just enough pressure to be devastatingly ticklish, but not enough to hurt. Logan thrashed around the bed so much that Virgil swung a leg over his thighs to straddle him.

“Well, I think they work rather nicely!” Virgil yelled brightly over Logan’s laughter.

Logan didn’t reply, all his energy being swallowed by laughing so desperately.

Virgil experimented with the claws a while longer. Scraping gently along Logan’s neck and ears with the pointed tips, digging them playfully into his stomach and sides, playing his ribs like the ticklish keyboard they were. At one point, he flipped around and went after Logan’s feet and digging in underneath and between his ticklish toes, leaving Logan howling and wailing in laughter.

“Mercy!” Logan eventually shrieked as Virgil dug the claws into the dips in his hips. “Vee, please!”

“Oh alright,” Virgil muttered playfully, like he was put out by the whole thing. He muttered the detransformation spell and collapsed on the bed next to Logan with a wide grin. “So, I take it they were rather tickly?”

Logan flushed and pushed lightly at Virgil’s shoulder. “Shut up.”

Virgil raised a teasing eyebrow. “Make me.”

Logan smirked at him. “You’ll regret that.”

[boutsofbanter]

A Southern Snow Day

Prompt 1: Snow Day

Warnings: None

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: Happy Holidays! I’m hoping to get back into the writing spirit with the 12 adorable holiday prompts from @sanderssidescelebrations. Enjoy!

~*~*~*~*

When sleep decides that it’s done with him for the time being, Virgil has three thoughts:

1. Jeez it’s cold.

2. Either there’s a rat problem in the mindscape or Patton just squealed.

3. Why. Is. It. So. Freakin’. Cold.

Eventually, lying around in bed wondering why he’s freezing when he’s wearing a hoodie and huddling under a weighted blanket loses its charm, so Virgil sighs and sits up. He blinks blearily, noticing that his room is far more…bright?…than it usually is? It’s not normal daytime bright though, it’s sort of whiter and softer, if that makes any sort of sense to his barely-awake state of mind.

Shivering sort of sucks, so Virgil resigns himself to putting on the new Christmas sweater that he got from Roman and Patton the other day (“Didn't you guys already make us ones last year?” “You can never have enough Christmas sweaters!!!”) and heading downstairs to find something warm.

Logan exits his room at the same time, nodding in acknowledgement to Virgil. They don’t say anything, as neither of them are morning-people, but Virgil gives Logan a sleepy blink for a greeting and they head downstairs. Coffee’s already going in the kitchen, which means Patton is definitely awake and already starting the day. There’s the clattering of pans and cups and silverware, as well as Patton’s way-too-awake-this-early-I-mean-seriously-how-is-he-so-energized voice and Roman’s booming laughter.

“—hope they get up soon!”

“They will, coffee always draws them out of their little hovels.”

“Wow, rude,” Virgil grumbles.

“Virgil! Logan!” Patton greets, nearly losing the pancake that he was in the middle of flipping.

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil says with a small smile, making a beeline for the coffee machine. The hazelnut creamer is already on the counter next to his usual mug and he can’t help but grin a little wider.

“I don’t get a good morning, Sleeping Beauty?” Roman pouts, poking Virgil’s shoulder as he passes.

“No, good mornings are for considerate people only.”

“Me? Inconsiderate? The nerve! Just wait until you see!”

Roman’s got that look like he just did something that he thinks is spectacular, which immediately sets Virgil on edge (because who knows what Princey got up to before anyone got the chance to tell him no). He glances at Patton with a raised eyebrow and is met with only a gigantic smile and an enthusiastic, “We’ll show you after breakfast, Roman really outdid himself!”

Logan shares a Look with him over the edge of his own mug of coffee (black, because he’s a heathen like that) as they sit at the table.

“I saw that!”

Virgil smirks and Logan adjusts his glasses to hide his own amusement.

“Well, eat up everyone! We have a big day ahead of us,” Patton says, placing a Disney-cruise-buffet worthy stack of pancakes in the center of the table.

“That is an alarming amount of calories that you just set on the table, Patton,” Logan remarks, looking a bit shocked at the spread.

“Like I said, big day!”

Anxiety starts creeping in. “What exactly are we doing today?”

“You’ll see! Just eat and we’ll show you after breakfast,” Patton promises, sitting at the table and already snatching up three pancakes.

“Comforting,” Virgil grumbles, grabbing one for himself.

The four of them chat through breakfast, making relatively quick work of Patton’s fluffy pancake mountain. Logan talks about planning their schedule for the holidays, which is always a hectic time and Mr. Perfectionist never seems satisfied with the schedule until he’s redone it a hundred times. Roman and Patton go over potential gift ideas for Thomas’s friends and family, and Virgil offers (what he hopes to be) constructive criticism, which Logan backs reassuringly. Some gift ideas are better left wrapped up and hidden in the “do not open ever” corner of the mind.

Once all the plates are cleared and the mugs are emptied, everything gets dumped in the sink.

“Aren’t we going to wash those?” Logan asks.

“No time, Logical Disaster! Adventure does not wait for chores!” Roman declares, standing at the doorway to the living room with his hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently.

“We’ll take care of them later, you guys have to come and see!” Patton’s bouncing up and down like an excited little puppy, and no one can deny him when he gets like this, so off they go.

Virgil and Logan follow them into the living room, which has the same weird softish light from Virgil’s bedroom. The blinds are drawn because whatever Roman did must be outside the house (never let it be said that he lacks a flair for the dramatic).

“Ready?” Roman grins expectantly as he grabs the tassel to pull the blinds aside. Virgil and Logan share a glance with Patton, both sufficiently confused (and nervous, in one case).

“There’s no sense in dragging this out any longer, Roman. Show us,” Logan says.

“Alright, alright, fine. Sorry for enjoying a bit of a theatrical reveal now and again, ya buzzkill,” Roman says sarcastically, then yanks on the line.

The plastic shutters open and they’re met with blinding white. It takes a moment for Virgil’s eyes to adjust, but once they do, Patton’s sheer joy and anticipation makes perfect sense.

“Snow day!!!” Patton exclaims, whipping around to see Virgil’s and Logan’s reactions.

Logan merely stares and blinks for a few seconds before, “…You are aware of the fact that we live in Florida, correct?”

“Ugh, that’s the point, Logan!” Roman rolls his eyes. “We never get to see snow while living in the swampy basement of North America, so I decided to bring the snow to us.”

“I understand that, but this much snow falling at a location that is as close to the equator as Florida is is incredibly illogical. Our climate would not support it, especially with global warming being taken into account. It’s December, yet it was 85 degrees Fahrenheit the other day. Snow does not seem like it would thrive here.”

“That’s what makes it fun, Lo!” Patton says, his eyes sparkling with unbridled happiness. Virgil immediately appreciates Roman’s actions just from that one look. Yeah, there’s some visceral part of him that wants to freak out at all the snow in a place like Florida. It screams wrong and bad and what if it’s a sign of the apocalypse, but if it makes Patton so happy, he can ignore those thoughts for today.

“Patton’s right, this is…pretty cool,” Virgil says, knowing Patton will appreciate the pun.

Right on cue, their resident Dad-friend gasps and Patton’s hands fly to cover his mouth (as if they could possibly hide a smile that wide, c’mon Pat).

“Oh no, not you as well, Virgil,” Logan says, looking exasperated yet fond at the same time. Virgil shrugs with a small smirk and Logan sighs in defeat.

“So, I assume that we are going to indulge in this illogical weather pattern all day today?”

“You got that right, and I absolutely refuse to let you suck the magic out of this day!” Roman says, snapping his fingers and instantly changing them all into snow clothes.

As soon as Patton realizes that he’s now properly dressed, he throws open the front door and runs out into the snow, flopping down in a huge powdery drift and disappearing in a sea of white. The others follow, Virgil with a bit of concern until he sees the bright blue of Patton’s jacket. He’s making a snow angel, and Roman runs to join him, dramatically diving into the ground. It snowed at least two feet already and it’s still coming down in light flakes that tickle and freeze when they hit bare skin. It’s a strangely thrilling feeling.

“This is a crime against nature, even if we are within the mindscape,” Logan complains, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, don’t be such a goody-two-shoes. It’s kinda fun to bend logic a little,” Virgil says, elbowing the other gently.

Logan gives him an unimpressed look, but when he glances back out and sees Roman and Patton comparing their snow angels, he smiles unintentionally at their antics. “I suppose I can let this one instance go, but only on one condition.”

Virgil raises his eyebrow and turns to Logan, “And what condition would that be?”

“We ambush Roman with an impromptu snowball fight.” As soon as the words are out of Logan’s mouth, Virgil is leaning over and grabbing a huge handful of snow to shape. They grin conspiratorially at each other and Logan starts making his own ammunition.

With larger-than-strictly-necessary snowballs in hand, they casually make their way closer to Roman and Patton. Once they’re within firing range, Logan (having mapped out the distance in his head and calculated the force and angle at which to throw his projectile) lets his go, and it explodes into white powder on the back of Roman’s neck.

“Hey!” he yells, quickly turning to face them, only to be met with Virgil’s own snowball hitting him in the face.

Virgil and Logan take one look and burst out laughing at the shocked and somewhat confused expression on their victim’s face. Even Patton is giggling, though he tries to hide it when he says, “That was cruel, boys!”

“Someone had to make the first strike!” Virgil calls back.

Roman shakes off the cold and his eyes narrow in determination. “I’m going to have my revenge!”

And just like that, they’re having a vicious snowball fight. It starts off in teams, Logan and Virgil vs. Patton and Roman, but it quickly devolves into a free-for-all. No mercy is shown as Logan aims for faces and turned backs, Roman for chinks in their armor (where jackets can’t cover them), Patton for those who are just about to throw, and with Virgil stockpiling ammo so he can have an endless volley of attacks.

At one point, Roman gathers up a huge armfull of snow and dumps it into the back of Logan’s jacket. There’s an indignant yelp across the battlefield which is followed by Roman’s victorious laughter. In retaliation, Patton tackles Roman into the snow and starts burying him and when Virgil goes over to help, Roman snatches his leg and he goes down in a flurry. Logan, while trying to maneuver the snow out of his jacket, trips over them and they all collapse in a heap on the ground, laughing and frozen and all kinds of happy.

Even if it doesn’t make any sense, Virgil guesses he can get used to Florida snow days.

[trashyswitch]

Can a Skeleton be Ticklish?

Arial was spending time with the Sanders sides, and reading something on her tickle fanfic page. But Arial didn't realize until it was too late, that Roman was reading her phone and now knew her secret. But...Perhaps it might've been for the better?

This prompt was sent in by @smileheart110, and features their Undertale OC, Arial. I hope you enjoy the fanfic! And if I got anything about your OC wrong, feel free to let me know in the comment or in DM's. Thanks!

This work features a shoutout to @fluffymary! I'm a HUGE fan of your fanart!

Arial was visiting the sides for a little while today. She had eaten a really warm soup and sandwich lunch meal with Patton and some of the others, and was now just hanging out in the living room with Patton and Roman. Roman was coloring in a coloring book on her left, while Patton was playing angry birds on his own phone.

What was Arial doing?

Well...She was looking at fanart on Tumblr that was made by @fluffymary! There were tons of really good fanarts of the Sanders Sides, coincidentally. Looking at the pictures were making her a little flustered, but it depended on what spots the fanart focused on. Why she was looking at fanart instead of just declaring a tickle war in the middle of the living room?

Easy: Too embarrassing. As much as she’d love to, something told her a few of the sides wouldn’t be quite as amused with her childish endeavors. Specifically...Logan.

Arial soon moved on and looked down a list of lee questions. It didn’t take long for her face to flush a light magenta color. Whoops...Guess she didn’t really think this through...Now her face is all flushed and they’re all gonna notice because it’s magenta contrasting with her snow white skull. What’s she gonna say if they notice and bring something up?

“Hey Arial! Look!” Patton said to her, pointing to his phone. Arial just about jumped 5 feet, but managed to keep her composure while she looked at Patton. The phone was showing her a video of a puppy that was trying to learn to howl, but was doing a lot more baby babbles than actual howls. Arial burst out laughing and allowed her face to flush with color again. This was worth being flustered at!

“Awwww! Babbling pup!” Arial reacted.

“I know!” Patton reacted before pulling his phone away.

Arial smiled and thought of the puppy for a little longer, before focusing back on the reblogged questions. She had started to determine which numbers to answer, when she froze and looked to her right side. Roman had stopped coloring in his book and was now reading her phone!

Uh oh…

“Uuuuuh…” was all Arial could get out of her mouth.

“Can I see the phone?” Roman asked.

Arial widened her eyes and looked at him with nervous eyes. She looked down at her phone, before slowly looking back at the man who had caught her in the act. Should she give him the phone to lessen suspicion? Or should she tell him no so that she doesn’t get any more embarrassed than she already is?

Finally, Arial handed him her phone. Roman started reading the questions and picked the second one. “Would you rather be tickled on your worst spot for 5 minutes? Or on 5 less ticklish spots for 1 minute?” Roman asked out of nowhere.

Arial’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. The other sides had looked up from their entertainment to listen to the question and hear the answer. Arial felt like she wanted to sink into the void hidden under her seat and hide in space forever. Did he just seriously ask her that?

Not fully in control of her actions, Arial slowly hid her feet under the couch. “Uuuuuuh…” Arial muttered.

“Worst spot for 5 minutes, or 5 not as bad spots for 1 minute?” Roman repeated.

“5 spots for one minute.” Arial got out quick.

“Alright. Would you rather see someone else get tickled? Or have someone watch you get tickled?” Roman asked, still reading off her phone.

Arial grabbed her hair and hid her face behind her newfound hair curtains. “See someone else get tickled.”

Roman chuckled. “Would you rather be tickled with tools? Or just fingers?” Roman asked with a smirk. Arial squeaked like a mouse and sunk deeper into her seat. To make matters worse, Roman had summoned a hairbrush, a toothbrush AND a feather! All in one hand! The moment she looked up and saw THAT freaking bundle, Arial shrieked and fell into Patton’s side.

Patton giggled. “Uh oh! Is Arial flustered?” Patton teased. “Because I hate to break it to you…” Patton leaned in really close to her ear hole, “...but you just bumped into the biggest tickle monster in the house.” Patton whispered.

“Hey! I heard that! I thought I was the ultimate tickle monster?!” Roman protested.

“I mean...You are a close second…” Patton let him know. “You’re my assistant!” Patton explained.

Arial didn’t know how much more of this she could take. “Are you ticklish by any chance?” Patton asked.

“Can skeletons even be ticklish without nerves?” Virgil asked.

“Actually, bones have nerves hidden within the blood vessels that bring blood through the bones. Not only that, but bones can also contain nerve endings within the bone marrow. So anatomically, Arial could be ticklish.” Logan piped up.

Arial gulped and looked towards Logan. Logan just sent her a wink, which sent chills down her spine. Then, she looked at Roman. But Roman, being the hidden devil he was, booped Arial on the nose hole with the feather. Arial slapped the feather out of his hand. “Knock it off!” Arial ordered, growing slightly annoyed.

Suddenly, Patton wrapped his arms around her. “Uh oh! Looks like someone is getting a little impatient! Could I at least hear a pleeeeaaaase?” Patton asked with an innocent voice.

Arial whined. Did she seriously have to say please in order to get tickles from them? “I wanna hear a please first…” Roman told her.

“You gonna ask? Or you gonna stay quiet?” Patton teased.

Finally, Arial gained a slight bit of courage to say it. “Please?” Arial asked.

“Please...what?” Patton asked.

Arial whined yet again. SERIOUSLY?! “Pleasetickleme?” Arial asked.

“I think I might’ve understood what you said, but...I think I need to hear it again...just to make-”

“PLEEEEAAASE TICKLE ME!” Arial yelled.

Roman widened his eyes. “Oh my…”

Patton chuckled. “I appreciate that you said it, but I didn’t really like HOW you said it.” Patton told her. Arial let out a toddler-like whine. “Can you please ask me again...but with less attitude?” Paton asked.

Arial growled and finally shoved her hands into Patton’s sides. “AriaAAAHAHAHAHA! Nohohow hold on there, Arial!” Patton laughed, unable to stop himself from laughing from the accidental, aggressive tickles.

“You’re frustrating the poor girl, Patton. Let me help:” Roman suggested before skittering his fingers on her ribs. “Besides, I’ve always wondered how ticklish you might be.” Roman added.

Arial let out a squeal and started giggling almost immediately. “Wooooow! Not even holding anything back, huh?” Roman reacted. Logan looked over at Arial and smiled.

“I see you have ticklish ribs!” Logan commented. “Makes sense.”

“But just HOW ticklish are these ribs?” Roman asked before drumming his fingers up and down her ribs.

“NononONONOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAN!” Arial bursted out laughing.

“Whaaaat?” Roman replied.

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Arial yelled at him.

Logan chuckled and got up. “I will remind you that you were actually asking for this.” Logan added as he walked up to the scene.

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAS UHUHUHUNCAHAHAHALLED FOHOHOR!” Arial protested.

“Uncalled for, you claim?” Logan reacted. “Okay. Let’s play it that way then.” Logan sat down at the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle. “Is thiiiis uncalled for too?” Logan asked as he skittered his fingers on her feet.

Arial let out a loud, high-pitched SCREAM! She wanted to protest against him, but her cackles and quick loss of breath stopped her from even trying to talk! Logan stopped tickling her foot almost immediately. “WOW...That was...very unexpected.” Logan admitted.

“I guess her feet are her death spot!” Roman reacted. “Now, how ticklish are your armpits?” Roman asked rhetorically before lifting her right arm up past her head. Roman didn’t waste a second and had dug into her armpit almost immediately!

“OOOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOHOW DAHAHAHAHARE!” Arial yelled at him.

“Oh, you don’t think I dare touch the ticklish skeleton’s armpits? I most definitely dare!” Roman replied. “I even dare to ask Logan and Patton to join me!” Roman added.

Logan smiled and winked. “I’d love to help!” Logan replied.

“I’ve been waiting very patiently! Now is my time to SHIIINE!” Patton shouted before kneeling in front of the couch. Patton brought his hand up to her belly and was about to start tickling it. But...the shirt caved right in. Patton widened his eyes and lifted her shirt up a bit. There was indeed no belly to tickle! “...What?” Patton asked.

“IHIHIHI’M AHAHA SKEHEHELETOHOHON! IHIHI DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE AHA BEHEHELLY!” Arial explained.

Patton frowned and crossed his arms at first. But it didn’t take long for Patton to try going fo her pelvic hollows on either side. Arial squealed and fell into a hysterical laughing fit almost right away! She was swaying her body left and right, yet still couldn’t shake Patton’s hands off her upper hips. “There we go! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Arial!” Patton teased. “Who’s got such ticklish hips? Remember, no lying! Cause girls with your kind of hips CAN’T lie!” Patton teased.

Roman and Arial both bursted out laughing at that weird comment. “WHAHAHAT DOHOHOES THAHAHAHAT MEHEHEHEAN?!” Arial asked.

Patton giggled. “I was referencing the song ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ by Shakira!” Patton explained.

“Were you calling her Shakira?” Logan asked.

Patton tilted his head. “Did it...sound like I was?” Patton asked.

“It kind of did, yeah.” Logan replied briefly.

“Then yes! I did call you Shakira! You have some nice hips.” Patton said as he started poking the sides of her pelvis again.

Arial’s laughter raised an octave from both the really weird but endearing compliment, and from Patton’s poking. Arial couldn’t stop laughing for the life of her. Two people were attacking her really ticklish upper body!

“Where else should we go? Is your neck ticklish by any chance?” Roman asked before he started skittering his fingers on the neck part of her spine.

Arial curled her neck back and squeaked. “HEHEHEHehehehehey! Ehehehevihihil prihihihince!” Arial protested.

Roman guffawed. “So, I touch your armpits and you’re all like ‘Hehe! That tickles!’. But the moment I even SLIGHTLY tickle you’re like ‘Nuuu! Bad Roman! Evil Roman!’ Why is that?!” Roman reacted.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohohow.” Arial replied.

“Maybe she just can’t help the words that come out of her mouth!” Patton suggested. “Or maybe...light tickles are harder to handle than intense tickles.” Patton also suggested.

“It might be a bit of both.” Logan concluded. “I mean, how would you feel if someone just started tickling your neck for a while without stopping despite your protests?” Logan asked.

Arial looked up and smiled when she saw Logan tickle the left side of Patton’s neck. “eeEEK! No! NNNNO! Hands! Away!” Patton ordered.

“How about YOU keep your OWN hands away?” Logan suggested as he grabbed Patton’s hands and pinned them above his head with both his hands. With his arms out of the way and bent to give Logan more room to tickle, Logan leaned into his neck and blew a raspberry onto Patton’s neck. “NOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOHOHOHOGAHAHAHAN!” Patton shrieked like a child.

“See? You can’t quite think properly when you’re being tickled by someone.” Logan explained. “Buuuut...how about light tickles?” Logan asked as he adjusted his grip. With one hand holding both his arms, Logan started skittering his fingers on Patton’s neck. When it was covered, Logan would move to an exposed neck spot. Logan kept doing this so he could guarantee lots of light tickles for Patton.

“Stahahahap! Whyhyhy mehehehe?! WHYhyhyhy?! Ihihihi thohohought wehehe wehehehere tihihicklihing Ahaharial?” Patton giggled and squeaked.

Logan smiled. “I’m just proving a point.” Logan replied confidently.

By now, Roman had stopped tickling Arial and let her go. Not only that, but Roman even took the time to whisper something in Arial’s ear. With new information in her mind, Arial lifted herself up and started tickling Logan’s hips.

“BAHAHA! ARIAL, NOHOHO!” Logan jumped, collapsing onto the couch.

“You’re right: Arial no. Buuut, Patton YES!” She replied. “Go for it, Pat!” Arial declared to him.

“You got it!” Patton started quickly tickling Logan for revenge. “Can’t test a theory without testing it on yourself!” Patton declared as well.

Logan giggled and started laughing hysterically in less than a minute. Patton chose the really ticklish and juicy spots, which ended up keeping Logan down and stuck in defeat. While Arial only watched the tickle fight from there, Arial did get some information on where to go when tickling Logan. She also eventually found out Patton’s many ticklish spots when he managed to dominate Patton once again!

The day ended up turning into a big tickle fight between her, Roman, Patton, Logan and eventually Virgil. And this all wouldn’t have happened, if Arial didn’t show Roman the embarrassing list of questions on her phone.

Boy! Isn’t embarrassment a blessing sometimes?