#KaneneFic

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Émile ~

 He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

 (He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

 - Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

 Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 - And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

 Silence.

 Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

 - But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

 - Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

 - Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

  – Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

 - Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

 - REMY!!

 - What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

 Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

 Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

 And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

 He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

 - I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

 - ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

 - Excuse you?

 - Nuh.

 - I beg your heck pardon?

 - No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

 - Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

 - Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

 - Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

 …Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

 - Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

 - OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

 - Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

 - ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

 Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

 - Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

 - Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

 He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

 Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

 - You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

 - Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

 - I’m listening. ~

 - No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

 - No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

 - No! No!

 - A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

 - nO.

 - No? But what about the ‘yes’?

 - Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

 - Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

 - Yes!

 - A yes? Okay!

 Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

 It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

 - You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

 - I love you.

 Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

 - I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

 - Uh huh.

 - What? It’s the truth!

 - Sure it is, dear.

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

 Their heart did, beating in unison.

#OKAY THE END WAS A LITTLE STRANGE BUT I TRIED OKAY SDFGHJKKJHGFKJHGF XDDD #Let their heart be gay xDDD #Tickle fanfic #Sanders Sides tickling #Lee!Émile #Lee!Remy #Ler!Émile #Ler!Remy #Switch!Émile #Switch!Remy #Oneshot #A lot of kisses #Fluff #KaneneArt #KaneneFic #English #Idk if I did a good Remy but I kind of liked it tho #Émile Picani #Remy Picani because they are married #Émile #Remy

[kanene-yaaay]

Wait, no! [Or ‘Feathers’ - 1º Day]

Kanene’s note: Me??? Still translating Tickletober fafics??? OH YEEEEEAH!!!

Okay, okay, but, look: In my defense, the first version was just not good enough for me to translate it,, but then I went out internet and FOR SOME REASON THE INSPIRATION JUST BROKE INTO MY HOUSE, MADE ME LOOK IN A VERY OLD WORD DOC. IN MY COMPUTER

And when I realized, I was already in the fourth page- 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton , LereRoman, Lee!Virgil, Lee!Logan and... Ler!Feathers, I guess? xDDD

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are fabulous arts in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome! 

* E a versão em brasileiro será reescrita assim que eu puder! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, listen some songs that can make you travel across the universe and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

- Okay. Okay. Patton, it’s your turn!! – Roman spin in a grand flourish, showing to the excited, almost as much as he is, parental side. Logan let go an exasperate “Thanks Sherlock” and quickly move away, opening space for the other wearing cardigan gets closer in bouncy steps.

 - Now let me see… - The embodiment of creativity began to encircling Patton, being cautious to not step into the circle carefully traced in the middle of the shiny floor of his room. The one with black rims glasses controlled himself the best he could with the warm, euphoric feeling running across his veins to not follow Roman and stay still in his actual position, knowing how much the other got excited about his new idea, which in the next video, each of them would emerge surrounded by a small tornado of something that represented the personality of said side. – It has to be suave, light but at the same time explode in a rainbow of colors for show all the facets of yourself and also to demonstrate your fun side, of course.

- Are you sure that we can’t have puppies to represent your happy pappy Pawtton, kiddo?

 Logan groan in distance, Patton’s smile just increase, don’t lasting much before becoming a small pout when Roman just shook his head, concentrated eyes flying everywhere, wandering among options and possibilities that none of them could see.

 - I would love it, my dear Padre. – A bit of a grin shined his features, maybe due the pun from the parental side or the incapacity of the same to hide his enthusiasm and literally, yet slightly, beaming in his tip toes. However, his expression quickly changed to a thoughtful one. – But it for best all of us keep alive beings far away from thi- OH YES, EUREKA! – Jump, victory pose, bold smile. – The perfect idea!!! Patton, sink out!!

 The cat lover did what said. Creativity’s representation rubbed his hands and made some arms stretches, fingers wiggling and each piece of himself radiating pride for his brainstorming, especially in the cocky grin directed to the aspect behind the holophote, who stared back with the best angry frown, his song blastering through the room even with his headphones on.

 - VIRGIL, YOUR TIME HAS ARRIVED!! LIGHT, CAMERA AND ACTION!

 - I don’t have any idea of how the heck you guys manage to drag me into these things. – The grumpy, acid reply was followed by the bright of the object being turned on and direct towards the painted circle. Roman, finally summoned, not before his usual series of flourishes and magic gestures, a weak tornado of stunning, although velvety, colors, which swirled fastly enough to transform its entirety in a dance of senses, however slow enough to be able for who watched to differentiate between each one of the feathers with a little bit of concentration.

 - PATTON, COME UP!

 The problem in conjurations: You can’t always have the best control over the things created due this. Get this fact together with an embodiment of the moral and feelings excited in a way to not remember the exactly place where he should reappear and very much probably your result will be a high pitched squeal of a poor unfortunate Patton as he felt a bunch of feathers get into his shirt and immediately fell in the ground, too much occupied with his squirming only increasing the feeling of the fluff objects spinning across his stomach and sides in light strokes causing unbearable tingles in every place it touched (and tickled) to really notice that, in consequence of his move a large part of the others feathers speeded thought the place without any control and having a really fond spot to explore any infinitesimal possibility to run into any researchable shirt and the ticklish bodies that it covered.

 - No! NononononononO!!

 They were really suave sensations, but at the same time so impossible to ignore that in only a few seconds after the ‘explosion’, the others three sides followed Patton’s lead and rolled, squirmed, kicked on the floor, seeking to expel the tickly feathers that danced, floated and swirled in every sensitive spot that they managed to find.

 - NahahahaHAHAHAHAHahahahaha!! – Virgil shrugged, struggling to protect his neck from some of the ones that insistently dragged themselves from the shell of his ear, slowly wiggling to the base of his neck, focusing some mean strokes there before making all the way up one more time, and then one more and one more and one more, just caring to change to the other side or deviating their attention to concentrate in the spot right under his chin, getting few mixes between squeaky muffled snort and the low giggles flying from the huge smile, so rare, which took over his lips. – ROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMahahahahaahahah!! – His hands went up in the attempt to do something before immediately going down when he felt two feathers get into his sleeves, quickly went dangerously close to his armpits. – Ihihihihihi gohohohohohohna to KILL – Squeak, squeak, squeak. – YOHOHOHOHOHOU! NAHAHAHA!

 - Nohohohohohohoho! Ple-hehehehe-pleHEHEHEASE! – Patton knew, deep in himself he really knew, that it was useless to beg to inanimate beings mercy. Albeit, in the exactly instant three of the fluffiest, tickliest feathers he even felt in his whole life found his unfairly, extremely sensitive bellybutton, the tip of them digging and carefully spreading the tickles equally in its walls, sometimes even slipping to the unprotected skin outside the tickle spot, spinning and spinning nonstop. - NOT THEREHEHEHEHEHE! NahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! - He didn’t care if they could hear or even understand him, specially when his trashing pushed his shirt up and in the same second four others feathers, two using their quill and two their fluff part, traced the entirety of his waistline, exploding a shriek between his loud, belly (pun inserted) laughter.

 - ROHOHOHOHomahahahaan!! – Some few feathers manage to brutally attack his armpits in gentle strokes, leading Logan to maintain a strong grip of his hands in his hair strays, even if that meaned let enough space to the diabolic tickly tools dance in spirals into the sensitive skin, liberating electric shivers that got more unbearable every time they got in the middle of his pits and made all the reverse way back only to repeat the pattern a couple more of times again, just because he knew it would be worse if he let his instincts take over and low his arms. The single thought of the attackers stuck in his armpits being enough to make a blush burn in his features and his ticklishness increase as his arms trembled as his will power. - Mahahahahahahake it STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! – However, when he felt the quills starting to poke and draw whatever thing a feather would knew draw in every inches of not only his pits, but also his upper ribs and biceps, leading his laughter to rose some octaves and his eyes close tightly, as if this would help to ignore the feeling, the usually serious and rational side really thought in just give up and fall into the same beg technique as Patton.

 - It isn’t uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhunder my cONTROHOHOhohohOL – The prince kicked as a large amount of feathers got into his pants and now focused in happily, quickly scribble and flutter around his calves, his fight only leading them to spread and therefore research a bigger area, as well as it gave new spots to satiate they curiosity, for example the skin extremely susceptible to soft touches behind his knees which made a loud, uncontrollable laughter escape from his mouth. – At least NOT ANYMOHOHOHOHOHORE!! – And then squeals took over his vocal chords, especially when, for instinct, Roman hugged his legs and trapped some feathers which now angrily wiggled behind his knees and seemed to make all the others tickle-attack with full force and speed, resulting to their creator to unfold himself and trash before the sensation become unbearable again and he hugged his legs, all the cycle repeating, again.

 Nothing more than laughter answered the aspect of romance, and, if he was being honest, maybe yes: Roman could stop all the tickly, evil feathers if he managed to get enough will and concentration. However, as his laughter reverberated amongst the others’ and that warm feeling filled their (faces and) hearts in a melody that lighted his soul, he wondered when this will power would ever appear.

#Lee!Virgil #Lee!Patton #Lee!Logan #Lee!Roman #Ler.. feathers??? #I mean tecnically it was Roman's fault so fghjukilkjhgf #Tickle fanfiction #Sanders Sides Tickling #Ticklish!Virgil #Ticklish!Patton #Ticklish!Logan #Ticklish!Roman #Tickling #Oneshot #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #Patton nO- #Tw: Tornado Mention

[kanene-yaaay]

I’m not ticklish!!

Kanene’s note: Yeah, yeah, I have like: two braincells to made titles and they are on vacations at this exact moment, sO-

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Logan and Ler!Virgil (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Analogical).

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site! Like, for real. It’s stunning! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realized I haven’t written any Analogical tickles with Lee!Logan, and???? S h a m e   o n   m e . So I finally decided to change it. It’s a very silly plot, but I kind of had fun writing, soooo... Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português ainda está em reforma! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Play games, don’t cheat, run under some rain and don’t forget to drink water! Byeioo!~

                                [~*~]

 Thomas has a crush.

 - You aren’t tickling… however I can’t help myself but smile every time I’m near to you. – Logan stared at the computer, lightly biting his lower lip, habit that showed up only when he was nervous. – Do you think this is adequate?

 Virgil only dignited his being to roll his eyes, something that, even if the logic side wasn’t with his eyes captured by the severe amount of sites explaining about feelings, reading profusely every bit of information he could pursuit, the said wouldn’t be able to see since the purple lover decided to lay upside down in the bed, half of him almost falling from the furniture, being almost the fifth or sixth strange position he tried in order to best erase the pain in his back and attempt to change something due the enormous hours both spent in that same conversation.

 - Uhh. This is ridiculous. Are you really trying to find a flirt to every subject that could be brought up in a normal conversation? Tickles? You are taking this too far, and that is something coming from me. Go to sleep, Logan.

- Absolutely not. Any and every point can be crucial in a competition.

 Okay, let us recapitulate: Thomas has a crush and of course, the sides would take advantages of this. No long time ago, it has been proclaimed in all the Mind Palace the start of the ‘Love Games~’ what is, primarily, a series of challenges where who blushed first lost the match and a specifically amount of points (depending of the difficult of the challenge), however, it was possible to recapture or accumulate more points doing random flustering action through the day, as gifts, flirts, carts… anything that leaded the features of the victim be set in flames. Patton and Roman ganged up to explain how much this activity could be essential in order to help to build self-love and the others sides simply couldn’t find something to deny it.

 (Actually, Virgil could think in a great bunch of reasons why all of this could being a very bad idea, but now, think about it and convince them to stop when this competition would mean Free Crofters to Logan, Free Praises to Roman and just Patton showing them all the love he could give was a totally different story. Without telling that he would do anything to see Janus becoming a flushed mess and part of himself was kind of curious to see if someone would succeed in making the Gremlin Boy blush.)

 And, being really sincere, the one wearing hoodie was impressed with how much all the Light Sides matched with the Others in being competitive, until this day Roman already had made five serenates, Patton obtained a good amount of points only with his gifts and zero notion of personal space, Janus got almost everyone with his ‘Appear from absolutely nowhere, grabs your chin, stares intensely, grins, kisses your forehead and go away’ and Virgil kept himself well with his victories in the commons challenges. The embodiment of Flight or Fight instinct have no idea about what Remus was preparing, but as it seems Logan was trying to get in the ranking beginning and winning Flirt Wars.

 - Albeit, I believe you are correct. I’m not even ticklish for this saying.

 Virgil almost fell of the other’s bed with the astonished laughter that escaped from his lips.

 - I choose to ignore your mocking, thank you. – Pointed Logan, his voice in slightly traces of irritation.

 - Mocking? – The one wearing hoodie gave a half spin, sitting normally in a blink of eye. – I’m just laughing about something that clearly is a lie.

 - I think this is an information that doesn’t belong to you.

 Virgil scoffed, rising one eyebrow as he rested his chin in his hand.  

 - I am not ticklish!! – Logan repeated, feeling a bit childish with the tune chosen to defend himself, or perhaps it was the turn this conversation was taking.

 An evilly grin, a bit alike the Cheshire Cat, darkly gleamed in the other’s feature.

 - So you would mind a little… experiment, am I right?

 The logical aspect gulped, adjusting his tie and deviating their glare for a piece of moment.

 - A-absolutely no.

 Fingers quickly found way to his neck, scratching so lightly that barely touched his skin, going up, circling that exact spot behind his ears and appreciating the surprised squeal that floated from Logan’s mouth before focusing some special wriggles in that place. However, don’t taking too much before going down fluttering towards under his chin and in the base of his neck the best he could with the other shrugging and ducking his head in a hope to stop his big wobbly smile to be seen. Movement which also prevented the ‘not ticklish’ one to notice one of Virgil’s hands to travel to his back, being quick in landing spidery tickles in his lower back, sometimes slipping to give his ribs some pokes and prodding, something that finally bring up the babbled giggles to the daylight.

 - -Nahahahahahahahaha!! Viihihihihihihihirgihihihihil!! – And he squirmed, the sensation being as unbearable to ignore as too much good to escape. It was almost… relaxing. In a very electric way.

 - Tsc. – The anxious aspect let go a chuckle, still not believing in how the scene unfold before his eyes, albeit absolutely hypnotized with how the high squeaks and snorts intertwined the low giggles from the usually so contained side. Virgil’s thumbs applied a light pressure in the other’s spine, the attacker smugly watching how this leaded to a gasp as Logan jumped and arched his back, quickly starting to knead and buzz his fingers in each one of the ‘victim’ vertebras, following all the way up, totally unbothered by the, now very much increased, squirming. – And who would say that the embodiment of rationality just need some few tickles to become a helpless, giggly puddle, huh?

 - Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhACK!!! – The purple lover found a particularly sensitive space between his shoulder blades, being responded by Logan’s loud, and endearing childish, laughter as its owner struggled more to be free from the malefic, tickly fingers, obligating Virgil to wrap an arm around his waist and without mercy squeeze his hips in random, quick patterns. – NonononHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE-

 - But what is the matter, Logan? – His voice was a whisper, although not only because it sent shivers down his victim’s spine, but also because he wasn’t really certain that the one with glasses could really hear him in any other way with how much he trashed and crackled, as it seems these two spots being one of his most sensitive ones. – Didn’t you just said you aren’t ticklish? – He gave him a break, going to his ribs in spidering, soft tickles, being sure to surprise Logan now and then with sudden pokes between them. Logan used the opportunity to breathe more evenly, even with the giggly fit and flames that took over his body. – But…no! Maybe you were lying? Perhaps this… - The grin in his lips was almost perceptible in his low tune, the words slowly rolling over his tongue as he digged into his armpits and got a surprised yelp as answer, the giggles getting louder and switched to laughter as its owner shook his head, denying. – can tickle tickle tickle tickle you silly?

 The ‘I’m always serious, necktie!’ clapped his arms at his sides and hided his red face and wide smile in his hands. Virgil felt the grin painted in his face only get bigger. Now he was just making this too much easy.

 The one wearing hoodie took a deep breath and released a raspberry right on his poor, forgotten and defenseless neck, the vibrations hitting every single one of his ticklish nerves and leading to a serious shriek to run from Logan’s mouth.

 - VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!! NAHAhahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahaHA!! – Logan squirmed until finally escaped and fell in the bed: butterflies flying in his belly, smile from an ear to another, remain giggles, watery, shiny eyes and… a blush that painted his entire face.

 - Thank you for the new score, mister ‘I’m not ticklish’~ - Virgil teased as laid comfortably whilst the mattress, crossing his arms and using them as a pillow while closed his eyes and ignored Logan’s annoyed grumble.

 … And also the way his eyes instantly gleamed when they focused in his unprotected stomach and sides, an evil smile creeping its way to his lips.

#Lee!Logan #Ler!Virgil #Come on Logan you should know where this would bring you #Ticklish!Logan #Tickle Fanfic #Sanders Sides Tickling #Janus Mention #Remus Mention #Patton Mention #Roman Mention #They are silly boys #Fluff #Oneshot #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #English

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Cute Laughter (Valentickle)

Kanene Note’s: Heyaaaa!!! I know, I know, I’m a week late but… hey! It is me! The timelessness in person, what were you expecting? :DD)/

XDD

Just joking, lol. But sorrey for the lack of fanfiction here, though. I was on my Test Week and so busy that I didn’t even remembered to post it here on Valentine’s Day. Anyway, Carnaval’s Holiday had (finally!!!!!!) arrived and I will try to be more active here as well to write a little some some!!

Weeeeelll…. Hope you all like this fanfic! It is a short oneshot for an awesome Valentickle that happened on Discord! \0/

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

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

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

* Something around 2000 words. -w-)b.

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

* Oh, they’re all humans here. Patton is a tired lovely dad and Virgil is the kind shy employee from one of his favorite stores.

[~*~]

Virgil was about to flee.

And ‘about to flee’ means that he already had deposited all the bags on the bed as gently as possible, which consequently meant that he had no escape beyond standing right there, staring the other with black rims glasses and a warm smile tenderly and with a little of tiredness rocks the baby in his arms.

And for ‘had no escape’ I mean that even going back to work was impossible, since by the time his coworker would already have stowed all the things and closed the store, letting the children’s products bathed themselves in the end of the sift’s darkness.

And by ‘end of the sift’ I want to made clear that the shift has ended just now, and not fifteen minutes before, when the loyal costumer with a considerable amount of hurry and messy hair (which unfairly looked so stunning on hi- Focus, Virgil! Focus!) ran into the store, urgently needing a series of products on and for that night. By the way which he hurried from his home (What? He lived in the front house! You can’t blame a guy for being observant.) he probably really needed those products, and one of the last attendants, that one who was always tidying up some things and always got some time to attend him, couldn’t get himself to say ‘no’ to those shiny eyes, which should be illegal.

Definitely and totally illegal.

So he decided to help him.

And with ‘help him’ I seek to show that the employee not only contributed on the choice of the products, but also in a outslaugh of bravery, offered himself to carry part of the bags to the other’s house.

Which brought him to his very actual situation: in the baby and Patton’s room, with no way out and that annoying persistent voice in the deep of his mind screaming and twinkling in red alert as the one who wore glasses approached and putted Simon on the baby crib. Something that made Virgil extremely conscious that they were just a few moments to talk, which leaded all the alerts to implode and beat throughout his body at the same accelerated way as his heart.

Too much data? Ok. Let’s recapitulate:

Virgil was in love, and probably would spontaneously combust if Patton kept staring him with that adorable, thankful smile. Signalized for both leave the room as quietest as possible, promptly attended by the purple-haired employee. It don’t took too long for them found themselves in the living room enjoying the silence.

- You are so sweet! Thank you for helping me with the bags. - He headed to the kitchen; his excited voice filling the entire place even in whispers. - Come on, stay for dinner, I insist!

- I, huh,… - MAYDAY!!! Come on, Virgil! Your dream guy (literally, since that one time when he dreamt tha-O.K. Now is not a good time, Brain!!) is asking you out to dinner! His hands started to shake, mind spinning non stop, dry mouth. - No, thanks. I’m not hungry.

And, as if it were a movie, his stomach chose that exactly time to contradict him in a protesting rumble. The employee coughed, following the only escape that his bluescreen brain manage to arrange.

- That is not what it is saying to me! ~ - Patton poked his tummy, watching him to move away, a wobbly smile painting his face. Behind the lenses, his honey colored eyes shone, initiating a beating danger alert in Virgil‘s core.

- Wait… - He began to put distance between both, watching the other reflect his movements, although forward with an angelic smile in his traces, a not so naive look. 

- So… - Patton sang. - Are you staying for dinner?

- Why are you approaching? - Fixated his look on the exit door. Patton was just some few centimeters from him; it would take a miracle in order to escape.

- I just want to know if you’re staying for dinner. - The host shrugged, his hands rising a bit over the necessary, his fingers wriggling.

- I- His back hit the cold concrete and, in the exact moment that their eyes unfolded themselves, two hands attacked his armpits, unlocking a muffled squeal that remotely sounded like a ‘wAIT-’.

The fingers started to stirs, skillfully kneading and poking every inch of the ticklish skin while the victim’s hands ran to his mouth, only being capable to muffle his giggles, since the gigantic smile was easily noticeable on the corner of his lips. Virgil struggled for quick seconds, squirming vigorously before Patton began to scratch his nails in that exactly spot in the middle of his armpits. His legs then weakened at the same time as a series of snorts rushed through the cracks beginning to form on the barrier of pressed lips. Patton followed him to the floor, giggling as noticed the red spreading on the other’s face.

- Virgil…~ - His face was on flames. If he opened his eyes and saw the owner of that tune, his entire face would definitely melt. - You haven’t answered my question yet.

The employee shook his head, squirming helpless as realized that didn’t mattered how much his upper body jumped in every new scribbling, each tickle was so light and so unbearable that would make him broke at any momen-ACK! OHMYGOD! How he was so good at this?? It wasn’t evENONonononOT THERE!

He was giving up, already sensing the laughter falling through his lips, intercalated by snorts and squeaks, embarrassing an uncontrollable as the quick, skilled, focus on provoking every inch of ticklish skin, finge-

It stopped.

His lungs automatically took over and the purple-haired gasped, sipping great amounts of oxygen, the huge smile being so impossible to erase as the sensation of flying butterflies in his stomach. His watery eyes opened and bumped on that smile.

Limpid.

Shiny.

And magnificent hypnoti-

A pair of hands squeezed his sides and the feeling was too much strong for be interrupted when a high pitch squeal flied from his mouth. That idiot smile increased even more.

- Wait! NonononO! – Now the laughter flowed freely, falling in an incoherent mess of yelps and shrieks. His shoulders trembled in the attempt of not letting his hands go from his mouth. The other’s fingers found way to his tummy, every squeeze making him instantly try to curl, which was impossible with the host on his legs. The said now lifted his hands as it was claws, cooing when saw Virgil’s gleaming eyes following every infinitesimal move, and wriggling in the air just to appreciate the bubbling giggles before quickly lowering and vibrate them in the victim’s belly.

A muffled scream filled shortly the room.

- Awwww, twe cute little Virge is too much ticwlish for this? Uh? Uh? Can some tickle tickle tickling transforms him in an adorable mess of beauty giggles? – Each word spoken in that baby voice was a stronger shade of red in the employee’s face. His entire body jumped a little when a curious finger reached his bellybutton. He denied.

- Nohohohot cutehehehe!

- Aww. – Patton almost lost the ‘evil’ posture, for a moment, he lightly bitted the tip of tongue excitedly, trying to hold himself from just stop and fill Virgil’s face with kisses (A guy can dream, okay?) for being so adorable. However, in the end he succeeded to gather his willpower and paint a frown on his face. - ‘Nohohot cute’? Lying won’t make you any good, mister! – And, to prove his point he scratched that ticklish point just below the navel, what didn’t have that squeaky cute laugh, but made his blush research his ears.

- Stohohohohop!! ‘ahahahaham not a chihihihihihild!!!

- Sure you are not! If you were, I definitely would have done this earlier! – For a second the attack ceased and Virgil could breathe almost normally, at least until a raspberry was replaced right in his bellybutton.

The sensation exploded through his whole body and his laughter became silent, the entire world disappearing for a moment. Suddenly a blast of strength hit him and, after a second, his eyes faced a Patton pinned on the floor, a playful smile shining in his features. The host tenderly wiped a happiness’ tear on other’s cheek. His touch was incredible soft.

- You laughteeeer!!! - His phrase was interrupted by a squeal; it seemed as if the host would bounce through the walls. Virgil felt the flames in his face also infected his neck. – It’s so beautiful and adorable!!

Maybe it was the playfulness mood between both, maybe it was his competitive spirit or maybe it was a crazy thought from his tickled mind, albeit a suddenly smirk took over his face and made goose bumps ran Patton’s spine.

- I bet it’s not as much as yours.

He turned, taking advantage of his position and tossed Patton’s, who weakly protested, slippers across the room, being rewarded with excitedly giggles dancing in the place before he even did something.

-  Vir-r-gil! – And he was prevent to continue by a series of snorts flying around when the said began to lightly brush his fingers across his sole, being careful to not lead to loud laughter that would wake the baby up. Went up and down, amused with how much high he could make the giggles be by just slightest scratching his nails near to the toes and how much he was capable to transform Patton in a puddle of jumpy squeaky yelps running over themselves by focusing in his heel.

It was like a symphony, and only one instrument was missing…

- What? The big Tickle Monster can’t stand a little of his own medicine? - He turned back and joyfully noticed the heat increase further in the host’s already-scarlet face. -Who am I kidding, ‘tickle monster?’ It is more like Giggle Monster, don’t you think? Look how helpless and at my ease you are! 

Patton started and tripped over his own words a couple of times, hugging himself and almost melting on the soft and equally impossible to ignore (or even don’t laugh) touch, until finally managed to form a phrase.

- Wohohohohorth it! Youhohohohou werehehehehehehe so cute! - And one more time let himself be subdue by the onslaught of frenetic and ​​high-pitched laughter, since Virgil concentrated on that extremely sensitive skin right under his toes.

This gave the purple lover an idea.

- Oh, is that so? - His predatory look only got wider when the other nodded, agreeing. - You know, on the subject of children I remembered something interesting… Tell me, giggle puddle, does ‘This little piggy’ sounds familiar to you?

- Wahahahait! Nohoho! 

- Oh, no? Allow me to remind you, then. - With a calm precision he ignored Patton’s squirming becoming a little stronger, as well his excitedly, wobbly giggles. He held the first toe, snorting along with the other when he let go a shriek. - This little piggy went to Market.

- Vihihihihihihrgil! Nohoho! – Squeak, squeak, squeak.

- This little piggy stayed home. ~

- Nohohohohot my tohohohohohoes! Ticklehehehehehehes sohohoho mu-u-ch!! – Squeak, snort, squeak, squeak.

- Better keep it low to not wake up the baby, then. This little piggy had roast beef. ~

- Stihihihihihill worhohohoohoht it!!! Ack! Virgehehehehehehe! – Squeak, snort, squeak, snort, yelp!

- And this little piggy had none. – He very lightly scribbled his fingers across Patton’s tingled soles, appreciating the little jump leaded. Patton melted even more into laughter.

- And this piggy went - The one who wears glasses couldn’t take no more and boosted himself to a sit position, hugging the employee from behind and hiding his face on his neck, seeking to muffle himself. - Wee wee wee, all the way home! –Virgil felt his heart expand and softly danced his nails through all extension of the other’s feet, weak enough to produce only giggles mixed up with squeals, but strong enough to still tickle.

- Still worth it now? – He turned, his teasing tune dying right when he faces the other’s expression. His glasses, almost falling from his nose, went up and down as Patton sought to recover his breath and probably the normal coloration of his face completely assaulted by the tickles. The remaining laughter gently hit Virgil’s features, who for a heartbeat was also breathless.

Silence.

Patton kissed him.

Stilled giggling, which made the purple lover also to giggle, transforming the whole experience in the most giggly kiss they ever dreamed to have.

They broke the touch, eyes meeting.

- I needed to muffle my giggles or Simon would hear! - Virgil rolled his eyes at the obvious excuse. Their glare met again, a bright smile stamped on their expressions.

…

Reader, pleeeeease, they are dating now!

#Moxiety #Virgil #Patton #Human AU #Tickles #Tickle fic #Ticklish!Patton #Ticklish!Virgil #Lee!Patton #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Virgil #Ler!Patton #This was for an event on Discord #Absolutely loved it!! <333 #Sanders Sides Tickles #Sanders Sides #Oneshot #kaneneart #KaneneFic

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Reasons to Smile

Kanene's Notes: 

Reasons to smile:

Today wasn't a sunny day, and I wake up early, which was pretty cool so that way I had time to finally finish my fanfic and post it. Oh, I have internet, and this is also awesome, since I can show this fanfic and talk with you all because of it. And the fun thing about Sun is that is okay the fact that it wasn't showing up a lot today because you guys alone are enough to light up my day and warm my heart. So thank you for being here and being so strong in these tough times, my lollipop!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Roman!Patton and Ler!Patton/Ler!Virgil/Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic LAMP/CALM). 

*Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I'm very happy I finally managed to finalize this fanfiction! I made an personal goal to make to each one of the Light Sides a tickle fic focused on them specifically (Virgil = Vulnerable; Logan = It started when... ; Patton = Patton has a secret) and that was the last one! I'm already starting another project which I hope to post soon, so donut worry! I will be opening my Ask Box for prompts, however I will make a post about it, soon! <3

* E a versão em português brasileiro! 

* Masterpost in case you wanna see my others works! <3

*Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, read a good story, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Roman felt he was the least heroic hero from all the Mind Palace. It was horrible, like a sensation which seemed to start in his chest, in that deepest part of him where the soul is, and began to spread through all his body. First his throat, making it dry and with tons and tons of lost words never said, then it went to his stomach, leading it to weight as much as his legs, which didn’t felt have any strength left to stand or move in any direction; his eyes looked as dikes about to broke and flood everything in they way, and, in the end, he didn’t felt any cold, however this didn’t stopped him from drow himself in tons of comforters and teddy bears just like he currently was.

As he said before: Not even a drop of heroism.

 The soft, warm pile moved some time later as the prince emerged from it, not completely healed, but at least a little better after the nap he had. His hand moved with a flourish in the air, summoning Crofter’s, because he was addicted to this jelly after the musical video, and started to eat, feeling his face getting dirty with his own clumsy actions already inserted in his being.

 Jelly on his face, messy hair, tired, sleepy eyes… Yep, definitely these were the ‘royal days’ which any Fairy Tale ever utter. None chapter mentioning, explaining how were the thousands of days in the tower waiting, dreaming; not a page dedicated to the lonely afternoons wandering through the forest in seek of a beauty lady with skin pale as snow, or even some phrases about the months surrounded and arrested in himself that Maui had to struggle and neither three or four verses about all the sleepless nights watered in guilty that the Beast had gone through.

 Perhaps, it was because in the end…

 - Nobody cares that much. - The words sounded even tougher when left his lips and Roman felt himself squirm as if it had inflicted a physical blow. He shook his head, knowing very well the bottomless well he was burying himself into.

 He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer picking up the old-looking folder, with a single draw of a feather outlined with glitter in its cape. He leaned on the bed’s headboard and opened the emergency folder for ‘heroic moments not so heroic of life’ as he liked to call it.

 There were all that intimate stories. The ones we do just for ourselves. The arts in which we are inserted in the world that we chose in the way we wish… Stories with a plot very much deeper that the one traced on papers and the chats and scenes which that had already been turned over, reinvented and transformed again and again and again in the mind of the creative aspect. Took a good sip of air and released slowly in the paper with doodles at the edges. The traces and dialogues started to float from them and dance in the wind, recreating, reorganizing and materializing themselves in the characters, places and contexts previously determined. His trace was light and clear, seeming to flow slightly and naturally with the wind as his room began to take a form of a magnificent forest.

 Roman observed the stories unfold before him, sporadically remembering the jokes he had written much longer ago and the trail each action leaded the character. He remembered also the ideas he had when wrote every single one of these words and how much happy he was just by the simple fact he was putting them on lines, without even realizing it Roman found himself with a small smile finding way to his features along with some salty drops pioneering trails down his cheeks and his hand centimeters away from the holograms, doomed to his destiny of always being capable to have any scenario, character and plot at his fingertips, but nothing more than that.

 His not so optimal thoughts were pulled out of him when laughter and teasing cut the place and almost automatically made a pleasant shivers ran across his body. Now a real smile took over his face without he even noticing it, his eyes attentive to every detail of the protagonist being pinned in the floor and attacked by his other two friends.

 Not a common attack, of course, because Roman could be anything but ‘common’. That, as the majority of the stories, which were in that folder, was a story developed around… tickling.

 So, nothing more fair than the principal character, being the hurried and naturally inattentive adventurer who he was (and because in the last day he had a problematic night) didn’t noticed that, when he went to land the ship he forgot to do the necessary procedures before it (he would need to question Logan about the functions from a ship’s painel control later) and because of that the automobile suffered severe damage by the time it hit the ground. Then, nothing more fair than, while the ship was being repaired, both of his best friends tickled him by the same amount of time (which, sure, was a lie, because they would stop immediately when noticed his ‘victim’ had researched his limit. However, the merely possibility of that happens and the teasing they directed towards him about this only made the entire situation more ticklish and playful.)

 (What? It was like said: the thing put on the paper is only the beginning of the whole iceberg behind the plot.)

 When a story was over, the words returned floating to the paper where they belonged, the scribbles being again fixed, and then Roman took another one and brought it to life, sometimes closing his eyes in order to concentrate even more on the laughter and try to visualize fingers dancing in his most ticklish spots.

 Just the thoughts about it leaded to ghost sensations ran across his entire spine. The papers fell with each story that ended and floated gracefully to the ground, because, later he would busy himself with the task of tidying up all that mess.

 Later.

 (~*~)  

He left his room, already having organized it and saved his little folder back to its original place (one story was missing, probably lost in some corner of his forest. He would care about this another day, though. He was tireeeeeed.). He was interrupted some quick times by Thomas seeking to discuss new goals and dreams they could perceive in the next moths and someday in the future, which made him to be late for the dinner and, consequently, his entire routine after meal, and it was for that reason which at ten at night the aspect of passion and creativity was washing his clothes for the next video, that may or may not would be in the morning. Something which made him almost pray to not rain in the next day so he wouldn’t need to take his vestments to dry in the forest in his room. 

 Since it was almost IMPOSSIBLE to find anything by own will and not literally tripping over them (Not that this ever happened before with his teddy bear which went there to take some sunlight after a particularly strong storm in the Mind Place. Pffff. Of course not. Prince doesn’t stumble, or have teddy bear neither!! Who told you that??)  in that indomitable world just as the creativity...

 Wait…

 Ah, that was why this world was his room and he is the aspect of creativity and… aaahh! Now the things made sense...

 My goshly gosh, now he was beginning to look for logic in the pieces of his routine. OK. Red alert. Abort Mission! Sad days made him WAY too philosophical and like Logan. Abort Mission!

 His foot leaded him to the living room, letting the washing machine do its job, his mind in a battle to decide which Disney to watch and which ones had duration just a bit longer than the washing process. His eyes landed in the television and his body froze for a piece of second.

 “Reasons to smile today”

 That's what the paper stuck to the device's screen said. It was a notebook’s common paper, the words scribbled a bit stronger than the necessary amount, however this wasn’t the cause of the guardian of dreams and passion stop in the way to his happiness.

 And yes what that phrase meant.

 It was a Logan’s idea (amaze!) which emerged in a particularly difficult period for Thomas.

 It was really simple, to be honest: every day all the sides got together, more specifically in the breakfast, and told at least one reason to smile and look forward that day. Usually it was Patton who listed more than half of the reasons in almost every meetings, them being memories, peoples or places, e that constantly managed to rip out a good smile and that warm, cozy feeling in their chest.

 But, when the moral aspect was feeling too much down for the activity, Roman always jumped with a good future, those where all their dreams were accomplished, Logan always brought some good memories and neutral facts and Virgil always came with someone. One supported the other and vice versa.

 Those were really tough moments, nevertheless also were the moments which consolidated them as a famILY.

 The royal member held de paper, the entire room bathed in a silence in which he could swear to amplificate his heartbeats. It was possible to notice there was something written in the back of it, so he turned it.

 “Your unwavering courage.”

 The lights went off and two hands digged in his sides, a scream getting stuck in his throat and his reflexes to punch what touched him was equally restrained by THAT specific sensation.

 - NAHAHAHAHAHA! – His laughter was quick to fill each piece of the silent before installed in the place, his own hands swinging from left to right without really managing to do something, completely different from the ones which attacked him, each single finger mixing between wriggling, kneading, trembling and giving an extra special attention to every inch it could research. He quivered, his legs weakening with the flow of laughter. - WHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO I-I-IS - A particularly mean poke in his lowest rib made his voice to fail, a new shade of blush painting his features. - ACK! - An amused snort could be heard from behind him, the tickling fingers found the new sound interesting and now spent their time slowly spidering up and down his ribs. Light, quick and crazy tickles dancing and spreading with each touch. - nahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 He knew this game, knew how to play it. He just needed to find out who was attacking him. Whilst his squirming, his hands tried to hold or touch anything from who was behind him. A hint. Any hint.

 Roman grabbed a wrist. It was uncovered, but there was fabric right behind it. Just one of them wore clothes long-sleeved - His thoughts seemed to run and vanish as fast as the squeaks and yelps between his hearty laughter - Just one of them wore vestments long-sleeved…

 The unknown wrist released itself from his hold, quickly deviating its attention to his upper ribs. His legs weakened and he fell in the ground, the tickling following all his moves and don’t stopping to attack him with light kneads and pinches, even with all his fighting.

 - Anahahahahahahahah-anahahahahaha!!! - His eyes closed in attempt to focus for the name slip already, but his laughter seemed to control all his breath and mind. -ANXIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETY! NAHAhahahaha!!

 The fingers slowed down, almost stopping, which allowed the aspirant of royalty finally take some deep quick, delightful breathes, his low and wobbly giggles intertwined with fast squeals being fed up by two index fingers that still poking and lightly teasing that exact spot that connect his armpits and ribs.

 - Thahahahahank Beyohohohohcé.

 - Tsc. - The purple aspect clicked his tongue and even though everything was bathed into darkness, Roman could perfectly imagine the expression in the other’s face. A sharp look. A marvelous smirk. Uh oh - We work with names here, Squeaky Princey.

 F U C-

 - Nononohohoho! wAHAHAHAHAHAIT- He even attempted to escape, sure, but was already giggling even before the hands came back to his sides in full speed. His laughter exploded from his lips, his legs and arms also dancing and struggling without any real effort and his eyes closing tightly.

 This jerk had told his name a few days ago and KNEW that none of them has get used to call him by that yet. He  k n e w.

 - YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUR STUHUHUHUHUUHUHUHP-NO! WHAHAHAHAHAHA-WHAHAHAHAHAIT!! - Snort. More high-pinched uncontrollable laughter. Squeal. More laughter. Did one of them belong to the emo side or did he imagined it? - LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME T-T-THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK!!!

 Roman could feel the name in the tip of his tongue, somewhere between his loud and attention demanding crackles. Yes, right there, between his bright, mesmerizing smile and that warmth in his chest that seemed to spread through all across his face. He felt like would melt at any moment. Since when his smile could get this big?

 - VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!!! IT IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!!

 - Ding ding ding. – The lights went on again and the royal aspect deposited his hands on the floor, his remain giggles flowing from his mouth as those butterflies and that cozy sensation kept flying in his stomach. - Strike.

 - Yohohohou will feel my rahahahahag- However, when he turned, blushed features and teary eyes, to see the fear in his enemy's face as he uttered his promise of vengeance, the prince only found nothing. A gigantic piece of void where the purple one should be standing. The sheet preserved itself in the ground, calm and plain, in the same position he had left it, as it mocked about all the mess that happened seconds ago.

 - Who are you looking at, subject? - But the sparkles in his eyes removed any heat of his words.

He went to the laundry and now headed to his room. Being completely honest, he didn't felt a single drop of will to sleep right now, the previous ‘attack’ continued as a mystery. Of course, they all were extremely close, but... tickles? It have been a long time since this artifice was used among them. It was something almost as old as that phrase or that game…

 Ok. Something was smelling really strange here.

 Maybe it was his new cologne which- No, wait, Roman! Focus, focus!

 Maybe it was…

 An adventure.

 And what kind of royalty he would be if he denied an adventure?

 Unsheathed his sword and kept his track to his room, confident and brave footsteps echoing in the hallway.

 A quick and muffled ‘thump’ could be heard from his room, which automatically activated all the instincts from the extra side, because of that, in a matter of few seconds the wooden object was already being thrown in the ground by a smiley Roman, who managed to support himself in the only feet that didn’t hurted, since apparently, knocking -ha!- a door down with one (or more, shhh) kick can have consequences (How he was supposed to know?).

 - BOW TO YOUR PRINCE AND MAY I DECIDE TO SPARE YOU! - His heroic pose was totally ignored, because the place was empty. His eyes analyzed each corner and each shadow, without really finding anything that give the slightest tip that any other life being beyond him even stepped there. 

 And then his gaze bumped in a shiny, polished black shoe, half completely hidden under his bed, making a danger joyful grin to spread in his features. All his shoes were Disney tematic and had their own day and outfit and any of them had this shade of black.

 (Maybe the Ursula’s one was the one that looked more like, but even with this in mind it was very distinguishable the difference between a dark-purple and a basic dark, please!)

 His footsteps leaded him quietly, a perfect contrast with all the shouting from pieces of time ago. He slowly bent down, prepared to grab the shoe and whoever was wearing it and…

 - HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TRICK M- Good point: The shoe came easily out. Bad point: it was because it was empty, which was the reason for his glorious victory statement being, and and very rudely by the way, interrupted. Roman indignantly scoffed; he refused to let the victory escape so easily through his fingers! He was the embodiment of dreams, persistence and hope and he. wouldn’t. give. up. so. easily!!

 Inflated by his own enthusiasm, the royal side knelt down, noticing only a paper on the floor in a place a little further under his bed. Just a little crawl was necessary to solve the problem, with a gleam of determination in his glare Roman firmly held the hint, excitedly bouncing his legs, the only part of his body that wasn’t covered by the furniture.

 "Your persistence and mind of an untamed nature."

 Before he could even process a bit more the meaning contained in the words, which apparently were a continuation from previous paper, the prince felt a strong arm embrace his ankles, his shoes being removed with a slowly calm that didn’t related with the adrenaline which exploded in himself and now across his arteries. His ‘mind of an untamed nature’ understanding exactly what was about to happen and finding zero ways to run away from his fate.

 - NO!!! Don’t you dare!! - One of his shoes fell with a muffled hit on the ground. - I-I… hehehe…! - Giggles began to took over his throat. His other shoe fell as well, a cold, excited shiver ran down his spine. - No!! - A finger lightly positioned itself in the exact center of his feet, all his nerves vibrated in expectation. - NononononNo!

 The finger started to scratched softly, its nail slided without a single bit of hurry across his feet in a move that went from the tip of his toes to his heel, just to add another finger in the movement and calmly repeat the pattern over and over and over and over… Until all his five stupid tickly fingers were tickling him.

 Roman tried to escape from the gap in his ankle, his eyes as tighten as his lips, refusing to brake his barrier.

 The one who ‘attacked’ changed his technique a few times, going from circular motions to quick scribbles, however, he hasn’t rewarded with more than some muffled squeaks and snorts from the other. The fingers moved away, giving Prince time enough to recover profusely his breath, almost don’t hearing the soft humming which filled the air for some little pieces of heartbeats.

 Roman already had the name in the tip of his tongue. The letter alone was enough of a clue, albeit… the possibility to finish with the playing caused a part of himself to quiver sadly. He didn’t wished to end with this moment… No… In truth…

 He didn’t wanted this feeling to end. A feeling that made him excited, electric, feeling like he could run fifty kilometers nonstop. This sentiment, which automatically produced a smile in his features and made he really believes, realizes that he was…

 Was loved.

 Perhaps it was this the reason that his mouth opened even before his brain processed his provocation, challenger tune that impregnated his next words:

 - Há! My dear enemy! Your faux fighting techniques would never be able to defeat a prince like mí! - The creativity side could feel the anticipation, the danger sign glowing in a bright red, and launched his final card: his cocky laughter (and extremely natural. Of course, he never trained hours and hour in a diversity of tunes and expressions in front of his mirror. Humpft. Of course not. That was one of princes’ natural gifts.) of victory.

 The same that was interrupted seconds after by the twenty nails that scratched the absurdly, extremely ticklish skin under his toes. Roman could swear that not even in his years of theater he managed to achieve this high tune.

 - Ohohohohoh! NohohohohohOHOHOHOhohohoho! – His head shook desperately, his legs bouncing and fight for their lives and freedom, his laughter, now breathless and full of half pleas of mercy, dancing through his room.

 A part of himself, one which wasn’t maddened with all this tickling, all the fingers that attacked merciless every little centimeter of his feet and his reverberated laughter, fought against his flight instincts, leading the whole scribbles, pokes and wriggles to find the minimum of resistance as possible (Not that the Tickler will ever know it, sure.)

 - PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE - A nail found a very particularly sensible spot right under his big toe releasing a series of snorts and yelps throughout his already uncontrollable, wobbly laughter. The tickling was unbearable, but in a very different, more lightly, way than the previous attack, and that was making him crazy. - PleasepleasepleAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSEHEHEHE!! NAHAHAHAhahahahHAHAHAHahahahahaHAHAHAHA!!

 Roman persisted for a few more seconds, his entire body, despite the tickles being focused in just one place, squirmed. He only allowed the name to slip for his tongue when his laughter and giggles, it depended from the spot and apparently his ‘enemy’ wasn’t satisfied in choose just one, started to steal his breath. His hand hit the cold floor of his room.

 - LOGAN!!! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT IS Lohohohhohohohogan!!

 The tickles were decreasing until finally stop, making the tingles in his soles not as intense as the that took over his ribs and sides before in the living room. Roman, in the exact moment, which felt the gap in his ankle to weaken, pulled his feet closer, rubbing them.

 - Undoubtedly correct. - It could be his tickled mind pranking him, but the dreamer could swear he heard a hint of amusement in the other’s voice. It didn’t took longer for the prince to catch the characteristic sound of sinking, which resulted him quickly attempting to get out of under the bed to reach the one with glasses, after all, their battle hadn’t  ended yet!!

 - Wait right there! Don’t you freaking dare to- And, once again, his sentence was interrupted. Now for a little snort that flied from his lips when the logic aspect ran softly his fingers at his feet, making the prince to retract in defense, giving him time enough to disappear with a smirk, half joyful and half cocky, adorning his face.

 Roman really tried to be angry, but how much heated was his features and how much euphoric he was in the moment proved this action to be a little more difficult, which definitely wouldn’t aplacate his future revenge, of course.

 Now, though, his only plan was to take a shower and then sleep. For that he forced his tired body to get up and head his bathroom, part smiling and part yawning. He opened his door and stretched, feeling his bones to crack and muscles to relax.

 And then his gaze found the paper stuck in the mirror above his sink, his instinct screaming in a red alert for knowing very well the next step in this game.

 - NO! - Maybe it was the tiredness, however, before he could turn around to try to stop the attack a pair of hands hit in his armpits, something that made his legs automatically to fail and every and any coherent thought be tossed away from his brain to a far far away. The laughter already falling in great waterfalls from his mouth.

 - PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADREHEHE! - His real laughter, that specific one that only appears when his most ticklish spot is being attacked with the most ruthless tickles, was loud, thunderous  and definitely an easy sound to be noticed from miles away, Roman almost could feel his blush to spread across his neck just imagining Logan and Virgil smiling as heard him reverberate around the house.  – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 - Ooooooh? - Patton’s playfully tune would be definitely impossible to hear if he wasn’t so close of his ears, his words leading to even more tickles and shivers in the other. - It seems that our little pretty prince here is ticklish? Coothie coothie coo! Oh, no! What are you gonna do? Huh? Huh? What our powerful, brave Prince Roman will do to escape from the Tickle Monster? Huh? Huh? Kitty Kitty Coo! My dear and ticklish prince!!

 - NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TEASIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHING, PAHAHAHAHAHATTON!

 The creativity’s embodiment trashed back and forth, his head shaking, perhaps in attempts to remove all the red in his face, maybe trying to dislodge those fingers that poked, kneaded, drummed and tickled every available skin they could research. Tears began to accumulate in the corner of his eyes,

 And, even with all his effort, his conscient parte still struggled against his instincts to escape and making him to get as close to the moral aspect as possible, almost laying on him.

 - But how could I ever stop when knowing that this give me access to all these cute squeals? - A poke in the right place and Roman exemplified his words. Patton giggled. - Not mentioning this wonderful and melodious laugher, Roman! It is adorable!!! - The paternal side seemed as happy as he did, the royalty aspirant could feel their laughter in harmony, and maybe (maybe, only!) his heart had melted a little. Or it was just his tears falling from his eyes, his mind was a mess, okay? Don’t ask for details nor logic.

 His laughter, high pinch squeals, snorts and breathless giggles endured for some more minutes before Roman pushed himself forward, laughing a plea to stop, which the one who wears cardigan promptly answered. They leaned against the wall, feeling the cold of the concrete aplacate the heat of the remaining giggles.

 For some seconds both stayed in silence, calming down.

 - Whahahat did you write?

 - Huh? - Patton blinked a few times, leaving his thoughts and staring the other with a stunning smile.

 - In the paper. I couldn’t read… And I expected a honest attack from you, padre! Attacking enemies from behind is very immoral!

 - Hehehehe! - Genuine smile, hands up as an act of surrender. - Anything goes in love and war.

 - Really bold words for someone so close from my fingers! - Roman showed an evil grin, punctuating each one of his words with pokes in the other’s belly, making him squirming in a sea of quick giggles, pushing his hands.

 - You stop right there, mister! - Protested, his glare assuming a paternal glint. - Tomorrow we have a video to record and we need to sleep early! Thomas will need his creativity radiant and rested!

 The prince whined, hands moving in exaggerated gestures and laying dramatically on the floor, following with his eyes as a smiling Patton stood up and pulled the paper from the mirror.

 - Ah! I wrote: ‘Your golden heart!’, but I think I should have written about your stories! - Roman felt his blood freeze, a quick flashback from the morning passing before his eyes. The holograms, flying scenarios, sheets falling, Thomas calling him to do something, the lost paper… - They’re amazing and give really ncredible ideas.

 His face suddenly looked as if it had been set on fire and for the first time in a long time the prince found himself speechless while the one with the glasses deposited the paper in his hands, kissed his forehead, wishing ‘Good night~’ before getting out, humming softly and disappeared from the other’s vision.

 Roman buried his face in his hands, grunting in frustration, which wasn’t too much easy to do when a smile from ear to ear looked to be stuck in his features.

 Yes, they had gave him a plenty of reasons to smile.

 Maybe it was for that reason that most of the stories didn’t told about these days, these moments… Perhaps because they were from such great and strong heroism that it was almost impossible to be entirely put in just one plot.

 And it was for that reason that Roman, while sitting on his bed, pencil and paper in hands, wanted to be the first one to do so.

#Cheer up tickles #Lee!Roman #Ler!Logan #Ler!Virgil #Ler!Patton #Roman ticklish boi #Hug a Roman today #A little of angst but just for context #This is so long my gosh sdfghjk #xDDD #<3 #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #English #Sanders Sides Tickling #Ticklish!Roman #Reasons to smile #This tecnique really works and helps #<333 #Tickling #Tickles #Soft and rough tickles

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Just like a dream [Or Cuddles - 15º Tickletober]

Kanene’s note: I am sad so I thought  ‘h e y! What if I translated one of my fluff tickle-fanfic to light my day?’, so here are we!! This is a pure gold cute fluff, and a bit of angst in the beginning, but do not worry! The prince is here to save the day!! *dramatic glitter pose* 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Royality). 

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realize I’m in love with Lee!Patton. And Roman here is an absolutely adorable ler. Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português brasileiro!  Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                 [~*~]

He took a deep breath and bolted into the room, closed the door, sighed in relief and gave up in controlling his tears, so they fell.

And fell and feel and fell as he let himself collapse in that cold, strangely relaxing, floor.

It was just that. Just fell. Just washed his so hurted soul, just showed the feeling which he so hard tried to not hide anymore, just poured in a flow that wandered through all his face until finally drop.

He tried to sniffle quietly, he really tried since he kept in mind that the bathroom wasn’t soundproof. However, he was the heart, the core of all the emotions, the guardian of feelings, for a reason. He lived them more intensely, felt them more immensely.

Albeit, he also knew the others sides were busy, so he had nothing to worry about. 

That was why he took all the time he needed, wanted. Half hour, one hour, one quarter of hour… It didn’t mattered. 

Patton didn't leave until the last drop fell.

The representation of morality got up, wobbly legs, took off his glasses and cleaned their lenses in his cardigan. He took deep breaths one, two, three times.

And a couple more.

He headed to the sink and washed his face, yet knowing that it didn’t changed in the slightest the swelling and redness which his features assumpted after cryings like that. He stared his reflection, an analysing glare. A few hours of funny cute videos would do. He would get some snacks in the kitchen when only his eyes still red and were easier to not be seen… Not that he wanted to hide it from the others, he just didn’t wanted to… show it.

And after all of this he would try to summon a night movie and sleep cuddling someone.

Yeah, he nodded to himself. This sounded to be ideal. A shadow of a smile appeared in his lips.

Patton turned around and opened the door, founding a Roman about to knock.

Their glares met in the same exact heartbeat, both equally astonished. Patton felt himself to paralyse before his instincts of flight took over, prompting him to quickly run back to the bathroom and lock himself inside.

Breathed in. Breathed out. In. Out. Repeated this movement three times more, seeking to calm his fast heartbeating and the adrenaline in his blood. He knew the other was still out there, knew that he would have questions and that he would have to explain himself, that he would have to let Roman into this complex mess who he was.

But he also would have comfort, would have company and human warmth and… affection.

He reminded the other’s look: scared, alarmed, worried.

Patton pinched the tip of his nose, adjusted his glasses and cardigan, took a deep breath and a part of him wondered if Roman was still out there.

He opened the door.

He was. 

Patton’s heart stopped, melting and the guardian of dreams and passion didn’t uttered a one single word, which was rare for him, only opened his arms in a gentle glare and a silent plead.

The moral aspect hugged him quick and strong, his hands holding the fabric of his shirt as tightly as possible and the tears he didn't even know were still there coming back.

The aspirant of royalty drowned in silence, his arms involving him entirely, a hand gently  stroking his back and the other lightly combing his hair. His chin rested in the other’s head as he hummed lowly a random song and rocked the parental figure with such tenderness too much pure to be described.

As sudden as it started the teary flow stopped, which didn’t meant the end of the hug or the careness, just the song, a few minutes later, which was switched by the velvety low tune from Roman. Patton was even more surprised.

- What happened, padre?

- Just that sudden sadness, you know, Ro-ro?

- I do.

Princey started to massaged his scalp and Patton felt all his muscles automatically relax; He let himself to be transported to some place and when opened his eyes, he was laid in Roman’s extremely soft and gigantic if compared to any other from the Mind Palace, bed.

- Now we shall watch a movie! - A flourish and a big television appeared in the wall at the same time dozens of sweets and snacks surrounded them. - Disney? Comedy? Action? Romance? Pixar? - The said shone in the device for a second before being replaced for another. The representation of creativity turned, a bright and nurturing glare, a smile which seemed to demonstrate all his love. - Today the choice is yours.

Patton felt more and more astonished every more second. Everything sounded too much strange. Everything seemed to much… unreal. He couldn’t help himself but feel as he was taking advantage of the other’s kindness, like he was forcing him to bear with a problem that wasn’t his. Usually things wasn’t like that, usually it was him who… who… took care of the others.

- Anyone you prefer, kiddo. - And a tiny smile opened in his lips. Something in him starting to becoming calm although the hurricane in his core.

- Oh, no, no. - Roman denied, getting a little closer. - Today the honor will be totally yours, my dear Patton. - Each word was punctuated with a kiss in Patton’s cheeks, who began to  giggle uncontrollably, feeling his face burn. - Consider yourself lucky.

How did all of this could be so strange and… No, more than strange, more than only different…

Good.

Patton giggled a little more, lightly bitted the tip of his tongue and thought a bit more.

- Maybe The princess and the frog?

- Your wish is an order!

In a few pieces of time the movie already played in the background.

The creativity’s representation got closer, inch by inch, until finally manage to involve the partner in his arms, rocking and leaning his lips in the other’s head before whispering.

- Thank you for letting me take care of you, padre. I know it’s not easy.

This made Patton wide his eyes and expand his heart further, if that was still possible. He held out his hands, intertwining his finger with Roman’s when he received his act.

- It’s just… normally I am the one who take care of you. - The royal aspect huffed, and Patton stroked his cheek, shiny gently eyes showing how much he loved his little ‘work’. - I am the dad, should be more stronger.

- You are strong!! - Roman immediately shouted, sounding offended. - Patton, you are the heart! The one who don’t matter the situation always try to give your best, even if that hurts you, even if that brings consequences we’re all afraid to accept… you always try to remain fair and right in your decisions! You manage to see the bright side of everything and everyone and always is there, even if your day also wasn’t the best.

His eyes began to tearing, and Patton felt a hand softly direct his chin up so that he could stare the glare full of determination and energy from the other.

- Patton, you deserve this and much more, okay?

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, from letting out a few sheepish giggles. Roman’s tune became a bit more velvety.

- Okay, Patton?

- Okay. - And then embraced the aspect of passion and love, filling his face with thankful, lovely butterfly kisses and happy whispers.

It was almost in the part when Tiana went in search to recover her human form when the touch ended. Patton started to really get involved with the film's plot when a sensation almost made him jump through the ceiling.

Discreetly he looked at his tummy, finding Roman’s hands drumming his fingers on it and leading electric  sensations, something that made a involuntary smile be painted in his features, spread across all his body. The one in cardigan squirmed slightly, which didn’t stopped the motion.

The tickling were bearable, Patton decided, and he didn’t wanted to break this awesome bonding moment shared with the prince. He could endure until the end of the movie, for sure! It was almost in the middle, it was just a matter of time!

- Are you alright, Pat? You look a little agitated.

- I-it’s nothing, Ro-ro!

And practically jumped when the index finger found way to his belly button. Roman stared him with a raised eyebrow, but without really questioning something. The tickles stopped. The cat lover allowed himself to relax a bit more.

‘And what if he started to trace his fingers sloooooooowly through all your tummy?’

‘Not you, again.’

‘Imagine that nails scratching your sides!!! Tickling behind your ears while teasing you about your incredible tickliness…. Wouldn’t that be amazing?!’

‘Ah! Ah! Ah! What if he released small raspberries in each one of your ribs? Quick and small at the point you wouldn’t have the slightest idea where he would attack next! Ah!’

Patton controlled, again, his impulse to squirm and hide his, now very blushed, face in his hands. It only took a little stimulus and then it all went in a downhill!!

Now he desperately wanted some tickles.

His glance landed in the hand that remained resting perfectly calm in his stomach, absolutely unaware about the avalanche it had caused. That small voice continued to create the most random tickly scenarios in his mind, his face getting more and more in flames, his smile more uncontrollable and the movie more and more forgotten.

Maybe it was because of all his self inflicted anticipation that the one who wore glasses almost fell from the bed when a light feeling hit his foot, a inhuman squeak escaping from his mouth.

Roman paused the film, startled, quickly getting ready to face any danger that might threaten the welfare of his Pat-

And then he heard the laughter.

- Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Rohohohoho-rohohohoho!! Stahahaahahahahahahap!!! 

- But I’m not doing anything, dearest Patton. - The blossomed grin at the precious scene in front of him was easily perceptive in his voice. It didn’t took long to found the source of the ‘attack’.

His entire room was programmed to modificate itself as felt the most infinitesimal creative desire of someone, and, as it seems, this someone’ was the guardian of feelings, that is why now two soft gloves softly danced their fingers in the other’s foot, going from the heels to the tip of his toes again and again and again regardless Patton’s kicks, freeing all the kind of giggles.

- RohohohOHOHOHOHOHohohoho!!! – The moral aspect cutely squirmed in his arms, a gigantic smile adorning his face, wrinkled nose and his voice filled by the snorts and high pinch squeals.    – NHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaha!! He-he-HEHEHehehehehehehehelp!!! – And again dissolved himself in a mess of quick and adorable giggling.

Roman bitted his lip. - Of course, my dearest hearty partner! - And his hands repositioned themselves in sides of the other, who began to fight more, his head shaking non stop. Evil laughter poured through the prince’s mouth.

Every wriggle, scribble and squeeze generated and increased a new flow of laughter, making him to go from the most high tune to the deep belly laughter. Tears started to accumulate in the corner of his eyes and, while the tickles and laughter took over his body in a lovely, joyful sensation, Patton never felt so grateful for any and everything. Just laying there and receiving all the love and care, without thinking or worrying with absolutely nothing sounded like a dream.

- Ohoho. No, no, Padre. - Roman whispered, his lips touching lightly the other’s neck, making with each word resulted in small vibrations that even made himself giggle with Patton’s bubbling squeaks and laughter. - Now the greatest Tickle Monster got you and there isn’t any way to stop him from attacking his ticklish tickly prey!!! - He continued to poke and wriggle inside the one in cardigan’s belly button since Patton’s hands, which were holding his wrists, didn’t made any real attempt to stop him. - Muahahahaha!

The blush spreaded across his cheeks, his laughter going muffled when he turned around to hug Roman, who changed his techniques to a soft dance of his fingernails on the cat lover’s back, the wobbly laughter becoming more and more low, sleepy giggles.

- Thahahahahahank you, Roman. - Closed his eyes, tightened their hug, let out a happy sigh.

- Your wish is always and order, Patton. You’re welcome.

Just like a dream.

#Sanders Sides Tickling #Lee!Patton #Ler!Roman #Cute #Fluff #Hurt/Comfort #Oneshot #Tecnically it's Tickletober #Ticklish!Patton #Roman is a softie #This both are just too adorable #tickles #Tickling #Tickle fanfic #KaneneArt #KaneneFic #Tickletober2019 #15º day cuddles #English

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Masterpost [English Yaaay!]

Kanene’s notes: Soooo.. I guess is better I make this masterpost right now, because I’m in love with procrastination and if I don’t took this little sight of inspiration that I’m having, in the future, when I look at my blog I already gonna have like 12345678 fanfics and zero organization xP.

Then be welcomed! Get your chocolates, a coffee and protect your soul from all the fluff you will found beyond this point! Yaay! XP.

(/-w-)/ Masterpost \(-w-\)

Português!

English: You’re already here! ^w-)/

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(/-w-)/ The Title or Something\(-w-\)

Random smol scenarios and fanfics I decided to write!

[That one with Raspberries] - Sanders Sides; Ler!Patton & Lee!Roman

[That one where they fall] - Boku no Hero; Ler!Aizawa & Lee!Hizashi

[Come here, I have a surprise] -  Encanto; Lee!Isabela, Lee!Mirabel & Ler!Luisa

[Double-Cosplay Challengue] -  Switch!Michael and Switch!Jeremy! These two adorable beans are having a tickle fight -w-)

[Mario and Luigi tickle headcanons] - Switch!Mario and Switch!Luigi. Watched the movie and wanted to write some cute tickle fluff

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(/-w-)/ Poppy Playtime\(-w-\)

The Benefits of Rest (and other things that a friend can help you with - Reader is having problems to rest and relax, so Dogday decides to help! Ticklish!Reader & Ler!Dogday

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(/-w-)/ QSMP\(-w-\)

Guapoduo and tickle fights

The Cat and the Hare (I won’t stop running so don’t you stop trying to catch me) - Pac is hidding something and Cellbit needs it, so they make a deal. Ler!Cellbit & Ticklish!Pac.

Oh, To Die By Your Hands - Pac discovers something interesting about Fit and neck kisses. Ler!Pac & Ticklish!Fit. Romantic Pairing.

In Between Feathers and Smiles - Philza notices that Richarlyson is a bit down, so he decides to give him a few tips about wings and feathers. Ler!Philza & Ticklish!Richas

Cuddle Time - Cellbit have been working too much on the last couple of days, so Roier take the matter onto his own hands. Ticklish!Cellbit & Ler!Roier. Romantic Pairing.

Chasing Laughter - Fit discovers a new thing about his son and then they decide to play tag :D Chaos ensues. Ler!Fit & Ticklish!Ramón.

Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away - Post Happy Pills Arc. Forever just woke up and everyone is excited to show how much happy they are about it. Ticklish!Forever & Ler!Philza, Ler!BadboyHalo, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Tallulah, Ler!Chayanne, Ler!Richas.

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(/-w-)/ Percy Jackson \(-w-\)

Travis and Connor Stoll tickle headcanons - Percy Jackson. Switch!Connor & Switch!Travis

Jason Grace and Nico Di Angelo tickle Headcanons - Switch!Nico & Switch!Jason

Bonds, Friendships and Other Strange Things that are affected by it - Simply a soft fic about how the bond between Percy and Grover makes the Poseidon’s son much ticklish-er. Ticklish!Percy & Ler!Grover

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(/-w-)/ Avatar: The Last Airbender \(-w-\)

Firebending and ticklish palms

Childish Fights and Loud Laughter - Aang discovers that Zuko is ticklish, chaos and laughter happens. Switch!Zuko & Switch!Aang

A Method To De-Stress - Katara is stressed and what a better medicine to that than listen to Aang's laughter? Lee!Aang & Ler!Katara

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(/-w-)/ FNaF Security Breach \(-w-\)

Good Night, Sun - Sun has a nightmare and Moon decides to comfort and cheer him up. Inspired by this tiktok. Lee!Sun & Ler!Moon

Let’s Play a Game - Moon is praticing with his new update and ends up dragging you to a mix of hide and seek and tag. Shenanigans are inevitable. Ler!Moon and Lee!Reader. Accidental tickles.

Pspsps, come closer - Moon and Sun decides to help Reader to sleep. C h a o s  and tickles, of course. Lee!Reader & Ler!Sun and Ler!Moon.

The Shine In My Eyes (Can Someone Turn Off The Lights?) - Light hurt/comfort with light and gentle tickles for da win. Lee!Reader & Ler!Moon

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(/-w-)/ Omori \(-w-\)

Kel, Aubrey, Mari, Sunny, Basil and Hero tickle headcanons 

Random Tickle Headcanon Time - A few thoughts about Lee!Hero

Tickle Headcanons about Aubrey and Sunny and tickle fights

Sunny’s smile and The Challengue - also tickle headcanons 

Headcanons about Omori and Sunny - Lee!Sunny

A silly cute tickly scenario with Lee!Basil and Ler!Aubrey

A silly scenario with Switch!Sweetheart and Switch!Spaceboy

Mari and Sunny’s Tickle Headcanons - Lee!Sunny and Ler!Mari

I Like It -  Basil decided to share his secret with Sunny. Playful shenanigans happen. Inspired by these headcanons. Switch!Basil & Switch!Sunny.

Bad Days and Good Nights - Kel is having a bad day and Hero comes to the rescue! Lee!Kel & Ler!Hero.

Welcome to The White... Space? - Omori realizes that the red floating hands are a bit weird today. Lee!Omori and Ler!Hands. Inspired by This Fanart

To Catch a Hero’s Giggle - Hero is having a bad day and Sunny and Kel help. Lee!Hero and Ler!Sunny&Ler!Kel

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(/-w-)/ Mob Pyscho 100 \(-w-\)

Switch!Teruki headcanons

Little Headcanons about the Kageyamas

Tickle potential of supernatural powers

A Little Pick Me Up! - Story inspired by a headcanon that Teru likes to randomly pick Mob up and tickle him so Mob starts training to be able to do the same w him. Switch!Shigeo & Switch!Teru

A Successful Hunt - The spider slowly creeps closer to the distracted ant, ready to attack. Switch!Ritsu & Switch!Shigeo

To Defeat A Spider - Sequel to ‘A Successful Hunt’, more of Ritsu and Mob being silly. Lee!Shigeo & Ler!Ritsu

Laughing, Learning and Motives to Keep Going - Just a few ideas I had about the Body Improvement Clubs and tickles. Lee!Mob & Ler!Rest of the Club.

I am here if you need - Ritsu and Shigeo has each other’s back. That is a story that talks about this. Switch!Mob & Switch!Ritsu

The Mistake(s) - Teru and Shigeo are spending some quality time when together and then Teru makes a mistake. Lee!Mob & Ler!Teru.

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(/-w-)/ Undertale \(-w-\)

Secrets Plans, Silent Screams and Great Discoveries (Papyrus x Reader) - Basically Papyrus accidentally tickles the reader and then proceeds to be a Gremlin. Lee!Reader & Lee!Papyrus.

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(/-w-)/ Boku no Hero \(-w-\)

Lee!Aoyama headcanons

Switch!Aizawa headcanons

Switch!Ojiro headcanons

Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship) - Literally an entire fanfic of Aizawa talking about how he loves his friends and tickling too. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei.

Lazy days and Shenanigans - Eraserhead and President Mic are enjoying their lazy day when Hizashi decides to tickle his husband. A tickly fight starts. Switch!Aizawa and Switch!Hizashi.

Secret Santa and New Traditions - After a mistake, Eri is feeling quite dow during the Christmas Party. Kirishima decides to cheer up the lil bean. Family Fluff and Cheer up Tickles. Lee!Eri and Ler!Kirishima with implied Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Kirishima

Happy Shiny and Small Shenanigans - Tokoyami knows how to create a small army of tiny Dark Shadows who just looove shiny things... Rip Aoyama I guess. Lee!Aoyama and Ler!Dar Shadow & Ler!Tokoyami. Alternative Universe

Request - Smol Iida - Tenya wanted to give his brother the best present ever, but it was already sold out when he got there. Now, Tensei can’t let his lil brother be all sad and miserable, can he? Lee!Tenya and Ler!Tensei

Request - Grumpy Yagi - Yagi is feeling left out in the relationship. Aizawa and Hizashi help him to see how important he is. Lee!Yagi w Ler!Hizashi and Ler!Aizawa; Romantic AllEraserMic

Request - Stuck Aizawa - Due an incident with Cementoss’ quirk, Aizawa is a bit stuck. Yagi and Hizashi decide to get a playful tickle revenge from the usual tickle monster. Lee!Aizawa w Ler!Hizashi and Ler!Yagi.

Talks, Teases and Tea - A talk abou boundaries full of teases and few tickles. Ler!Aizawa w Lee!Yamada and implied Lee!Yagi. Very brief Ler!Yamada w Lee!Aizawa.

Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth - Aizawa, Yamada and Yagi being silly, playful, soft and teasy. RIP The Symbol of Peace. Lee!Yagi with Ler!Aizawa & Ler!Yamada

Sentence Starters - I decided to gather all my sentence starters in a few posts.

[Part One]

[Part Two]

Video Call - Izuku confesses he likes tickling and Kirishima is very happy in hear that! No tickles only teases. Lee!Midoriya and Ler!Kirishima.

Sleep - Litol scenarios with tickles and romantic Erasermic. They do be silly. Switch!Aizawa and Switch!Yamada.

Five Times Iida was Tickled and The One Time He Wasn’t - Scenarios with family playful tickles and the one time Iida decided to be playful back.

Part One - Lee!Iida and Ler!Aizawa.

Part Two - Lee!Iida and Ler!Aizawa (plus Nemuri teasing).

Part Three -  Lee!Iida and Ler!Hizashi & Ler!Aizawa

Part Three [Updated] -  Lee!Iida and Ler!Hizashi & Ler!Aizawa. Edited by an awesome bean: Made-by-Jade-222

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(/-w-)/ Sanders Sides \(-w-\)

Lee!Roman Headcanons

Lee!Virgil headcanons

Lee!Patton headcanons

Make me Laugh, then - Virgil is anxious so Janus helps him. Soft and playful. Ler!Virgil and Lee!Janus.

Request - Roman Babe please - Roman doesn’t realize the playful smirk on his friend’s face when he tells them he is awfully ticklish, I mean, what could happen?

Good Morning, Patton - Basically Patton has a tickle dream and Logan is feeling playful today. Soft. Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan.

Full of Life - Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan&Ler!Roman. Patton is feeling a bit down today and his friends decides that some cheering up tickles will help him! Laughter is the best medicine afterall. ~

Sentence Starters - I decided to gather all my sentence starters in a few posts.

[Part Three]

Go To Sleep - Roman tries to convince a very grumpy anxious friend to have some sleep when he discovers something interesting about his best freind. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman. 

Guardian Angels -  Emile is an adorable child and the others are his caring guardian angels. A lot of playful tickles and cuteness. Lee!Emile and Ler!Logan, Ler!Patton, Ler!Janus and Ler!Remy. 

You’re going to tickle me first, right? - Remus wants his tickles, just like Patton. Logan is dragged on this playful competition. Ticklish!Logan and Ler!Remus and Ler!Patton

Tickle me, princey. -  Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman. Human AU.

Aftercare - Virgil has some mean thoughts after their tickle session. Switch!Janus and Switch!Virgil. Light tickles.

Happy Birthday ~ - It’s Logan’s birthday and Patton can’t wait give him a rather... tickly gift. Lee!Logan and Ler!Patton. Human AU. A gift for a friendo!

That random post with moceit superhero AU - Some tickle headcanons. Superhero AU. Switch!Janus and Switch!Patton.  Superhero Patton and Villain Janus.

What’s the matter, Giggly Storm?  - A gift for a friend! Teasy fanfic. Like, literally, this is Ler!Roman teasing Lee!Virgil. xD

Uh-Oh ~ - Fanfic based on Olivia’s AU. Lee!Patton with Ler!Janus (and a bit of Ler!Janus/Patton with Lee!Logan). Romantic Moceit. Human AU. Poor Patton just wanted his son to take a peaceful nap.

Go Virge, go! - Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton. A b-day fic for a very dear friend. Human AU. A bunch of soft/light tickles. Virgil is been in a lee mood all day, buuut, gladly his dear ol friend Patton is here to help! All he needs to do is ask.

The prank [Or Gang Tickles – 6º Tickletober] - Lee!Thomas with Ler!Roman/Ler!Patton/Ler!Virgil/Ler!Logan. A prank didn’t went very well...~

Cloudy Day - A gift for a dear friend -w-)s2. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan. Virgil likes tickles! Yaay! Pirate AU

Patton has a secret ~ - Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman/Ler!Virgil. A lot of fluff.

The end [Or ‘Unsual Tool’- 12º Day TickleTober] -  Lee!Child!Virgil and Ler!Child! Roman/Ler!Child! Patton/Ler!Child!!Logan.  October 12º is Children’s Day in Brazil, so I wrote a little something in that vibe.

Just like a dream  - Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman. Cuddles. Hurt/Comfort. They’re too much cute aaaa!

Cute Laughter -  Switch!Virgil and Switch!Patton, a quick (lovely fluff). Moxiety oneshot made for Valentickles on Discord! Yaay!!

It started when... - Lee!Logan and Ler!Patton (a bit of Lee!Roman, Lee!Patton and Lee!Virgil). ‘How it would be my perfect tickle world?”. Logan is a cute mess <3.

Vulnerable - Just a fanfic about adaptation and the others taking care of Virgil. A bit of tickling in the end! Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan, yeaaah!!!

Let me brush your hair - Ler!Virgil and Lee!Roman because the world need more of it! -w-)s2

Reasons to smile -  Cheer up tickles for this princey boi! Lee!Roman and Ler!Logan, Ler!Patton and Ler!Virgil

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap. - Playful tickles with Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy. Romantic Paring.

I’m not ticklish!!  - Lee!Logan and Ler!Virgil. Just a quick silly oneshot where the sides play a game of ‘who makes the other blush’.

Wait, no! [Or ‘Feathers’ 1º Day Tickletober] - Lee!Virgil, Lee!Patton, Lee!Roman and Lee!Logan with Ler!Feathers because suddenly Roman’s powers are out of control. Quick silly oneshot.

Could and Should - Lee!Roman and Ler!Janus/Logan. Roman is a bratty lee and he decides to take the day off to mess with his Lers because he can. No tickles only teasing. They’re all gay and in a romantic relationship. Human AU.

The Cookie Stealer. - A bit of a more different fanfic. Patton eat Roman’s cookie and you can choose the end of this story. (Lee!Roman & Ler!Patton or Ler!Roman & Lee!Patton depending on your choices.)

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[The end! ~

For now, at least! xP]

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Vulnerable

Author’s note: 

Thank you all very much for all the support, reblogs, heart and kinds words that you give to me. I can’t call this a christmas gift, but I really hope that you like it and this small oneshot is able to light up your day! ‘w’)s2

Just like all the random ideias this came when I was doing chorus, because, of cooooourse my brain wouldn’t give me a plot when I’m free and with time to write. xDDD

Just a bunch of fluff with all the Light Sides atke caring of Virgil. I love to write these scenarios. sorrey words. No angst today. xP

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan. However, tickling isn’t the main plot this time. xP

* Hmmm… This is a fluff fanfic with liking for tickling. If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of lovelys and fantastic arts in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4000 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Fanfics em português brasileiro (Portuguese Version) ! Thank you so much for reading, my lollipops! Have a wooooonderful day regardless it’s festive or not! Take care of yourself and of your family, friends... Everyone who is dear for you!  Byeioo!~

                   [~*~]

Vulnerable.

 This was a bittersweet word. Maybe a little too much bittersweet. It was that set of letters that provoked a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. That kind of set that if he asked to Logan to define it, would receive a very different answer from the one that he really felt to be the real one.

 Weak.

 He remembers his first days living with the others on the Light Side: spending a lot of time in his room, crackled his fingers with worrying frequency every time he got out from his place and ended up interacting with someone; was always fearful and, when this fear became almost impossible to maintain or hides and someone addressed him a word, the purple lover showed his personality abruptly, with rough and sharp words. The feelings beating, counting the seconds to see how much time it would last until they expelled him from there, because one thing was extremely certain:

 “ – I-I can’t understand. – His voice came out in a mix of tiredness and anger, sparkling almost as hard as his sharp, frustrated look. – Why do all of you still doing this? Why are keeping me here? Why don’t you kick me out? Why pretend that I never did anything wrong?? – His voice stuck in his throat before he could release the main question, that one which made his heart hurt for keep it for so long.

 ‘Why do you treat me like family?’

 - You are an essential part for Thomas’ welfare. – The voice from the logic aspect echoed in the room occupied only by the two sides. In truth, initially it was only for Virgil to be there. However, Logan just settled down a few inches away from the first one, a book in hands and deaf ears for the growl that came from the mouth of the anxious aspect. – Your vigilant and awareness about the reality’s state helps him to keep his two feet on the ground. Something that I am grateful.

 And then he elevates his glare, taking by surprise the pair of brown eyes, which quickly deviated his attention to the wall, before hearing the phrase that let out from the other lips, in a definitely softer tune.

 - None of us is perfect. We never were.

 Virgil felt his body relaxes with relief. Absolutely against his desire.

  He was not like any of them.

 It took a few days for these first reactions to fade little by little. The urge to flee decreased and the frequency he went out increased. He stopped to throw out sharp and rough words to speak less often. He would let himself fall in the steps of the stair and stayed there watching his phone and listening music. Much because it was his favorite hobby, and part because as this he could easily observed (and mot of time unnoticed) the Light Sides interacting.

  “- Hey, easy there. – Warm, loving hands gently held his own, and Virgil controlled his first instinct to retreat and flight, quickly recognizing Patton’s voice and gestures. Was it weird that in such short time he already could recognize each of them? By their voice’s timbre, way to walk, the position they had around him… Would it be weird if some day they knew that he already was aware about of all this? – You will end hurting yourself, son. – As the one who wears glasses spoke, he untangled Virgil’s fingers, since the purple lover was crackling them in five different ways since the beginning of the movie, when he was called to join the Family Movie Night.

 The paternal side has a special skill to utter more than words said, and Virgil felt his ears burn with the blush that hit his face when he realized how deep, delicate and affectionate that phrase was.

 - I am not your son. – Complained in a mix of grumbled and growl that only could be researched and pronounced with a lot of training. Patton laughed and intertwined one of their hands, the other one being free to ruffle the hair strands of the anxious side, who falsely angry puffed, breaking free from the touch.

 - Sure you’re not, Hamilson! – Roman smiled brightly, extremely happy and proud for the reference utilized by the heart’s representation. Logan seemed be the only one who really was paying attention on the movie, and soon Virgil joined him.

 Partly because the plot was really interesting and part because he wanted to ignore the sense of comfort emanating from his hand, which would be totally separated from Patton’s one if it wasn’t for the two little fingers that still tangled. Again, absolutely against his desire.

  And, with the pass (a little more) of time (his own time) he changed from the stairs to the couch and started to do the chores by the morning and not just at dawn, when the others were away or asleep. He also began to smile more from Patton’s dad jokes and the little fights between a Logan without coffee and a sleep-drunk Roman, who didn’t stopped to summon the most eccentrics possible (and impossible) things in the kitchen.

 Virgil began to feel equally comfortable listening to his songs even when he forgot/lost/gave up to find his headphones, and, as a thank you, didn’t complained about the 150 stories and/or performances Roman created based in each one of the lyrics. Even if those didn’t have much of that bitter taste from angst that makes the whole climax even more interesting, in his opinion.

 Just as he felt free to lean against the back of Logan’s armchair, reading over his shoulders when realized that the one who wears tie enjoyed some book about astronomy, since the theories about of how the Universe and everything with it emerged, were too precious to leave the shame kept him from reading.

 The sporadic jumpscares from the logical side as he became suddenly aware about the other’s presence were equally appreciated.

 And, in the end, Virgil relaxed and lowered his guard enough to take a nap when Patton sat at besides him on the couch, either to try ‘just one more!’ of the thousands of handworks that he so much loved, or just to lay down his legs after a particularly hard day on the kitchen. Sometimes he would woke up when the paternal side softly pulled him to rest his head in his shoulder or lap (depending on how much both were sprawled out in the furniture), running his fingers through his purple hair from time to time. Sometimes humming something while working or sometimes let himself lean on Virgil for a small nap, too.

  “Thomas yawed and it might seem, to anyone who watched from the outside, that he covered the other’s mouth, due how suddenly his voice stopped to excitedly fulfill the air.

 - You are tired. – It wasn’t a question. Virgil could not detect the very tone of voice that stuffed his sentence. – You should go to sleep.

 The bed where both were resting shifted a little as the human turned to see the hours before undoing the action until he could stare the purple lover aspect.

 - It’s still early. Logan said that I should stay away from the cellphone for half an hour before bed.

 No answer.

 - Come on… - Thomas replied, his supplicant voice mingled with that puppy eyes that should have been considered a cheating so scandalous until the point to have laws to forbidden them. Virgil began to feel his barriers falling. Damn it. – You know you’re the only one who has enough persistence to keep me from picking up my phone and start to watch animals being cute.

 The one on the hoodie growled.

 - Logan also told me that the yawning is a sign that the body is attempting to stay awake, which means that your theories are so interesting that I am really trying hard to hear any and every bit o-

 - Okay, okay!! – He prevented the other from completing his phrase, covering his mouth and rolling his eyes to the laughter that hit its moments later. – Just, stop with this… sentimental stuff. Urg. – And then withdrew his hand, both turning to face the ceiling of the room, seeing more than could actually explain. – So, where were I? Oh, yes. And that is why, if the aliens remained in the area 51 and it really was in Earth, the time travel…

 …

 And for some time they slept, but, as always, Virgil found himself slightly waking up when he felt the other’s arms wrap him in a firm and affection mixture that had probably taken training and time to research; and, even more surprisingly, the side on hoodie didn’t felt himself pushing him away or sinking to his own room, and yes relaxing and sighing comfortably. Soon allowing his eyes to close and both fall back into the Dream World.

 It took a little longer to feel that he really could lower his guards. Talked more, without fear of being inconvenient, wander by the entire Mental Palace like a lost soul (he was really proud of the amount of jumpscares he manage to get from the family), sporadically visited the others sides  to chat (but only when he was sure that they were in their room and in rare moments, just as he wished it were visits to his own room); and, finally, starting to realize, step by step, memory by memory, fight to fight, discussion to discussion and intern joke to intern joke which Patton’s card, the debates with Logan, the pranks with Roman and the conversation with Thomas mean.

 Which meant being in a famILY.

 Which meant being able to be vulnerable, to be himself, to allow himself to be attacked at any time, by acts or words, just for the simple and liberating fact that none of them would do so, and vice versa. Perhaps happened to exists some bruises, however never really wanting to.

 “- You never showed me your room before. – Virgil uttered, part afraid to bring this subject up, but the other part, the most insistent, being too much curious to let the doubt arrested himself. His feet played, submerged in the water of the small river that crossed this part of the room belonging to the creative side.

- Maybe because you never seemed like a nature lover…? – The prince answered with a touch of doubt, as he wasn’t very sure about his own statement. In the end he shrugged, which was a little weird, since he was floating and keeping himself in the same place between the river flows by an only vine tangled in his wrist.

 - Fair. So, you’re the type that is carried away by the appearances, huh?

 - What!?? – With the fright, Roman almost lost his balance, trying to sit up before remembering that he was in the middle of water and not on a solid surface. For a moment everything became a mess of water being splashed to any and every possible direction, something that would worries the purple side, if it didn’t took more than a few seconds to the creativity side stabilize himself again, staring him as he has been slapped in the face.  – Pardon me?? I am the romantic side! Nothing to me is more important than the soul, the essence, the heart! ~

Virgil was almost sure that it was some flirt in this sentence, which wouldn’t be such a surprise, since it was almost countless all the times Roman flirted with every side who simply happened to pass for him.  The battle between him and Deceit remained as a historical mark in the Mind Palace.

 - Mh hm. – Virgil replied, the sarcasm flying from his tongue with an incredible facility, something that the member of royalty was plenty used to. – Just a sec that I’m gonna be right back after fake that I believe in you.

 - Take the chance and give me my cellphone to call and cancel that intimacy that you think you have with me. – The sharp look released by the one using eyelashes matched with his royal teasing smile. It took a while, as everything else in life, but both finally had researched a point where they knew the limits to play and teasing. Not everything was always clear as water (Ok. Maybe he needs to decrease his time with Patton.) however, one day the two would get there.

 Roman began to suspect when, instead to answer with acid words; the purple lover really got his phone and started to type something. He swam closer to the margin.

 - Hey, Roman. What does “Aqui esta mi numero” mean?

- … Heres my number. – Virgil gave what would have been one last click on the screen of his device, and then, from the prince’s pocket, a sound exploded echoing through all the room.

 - SO CALL ME BABY!!! HEY, I JUST MET YOU, AND IT’S CRAZY!

 The representation of creativity probably would jump something around five feet from the ground if he wasn’t in the river. With clumsy hands and several incoherent half-curses, even more inaudible amid the song and Virgil’s laugh, he took some great time before finally refuse the call, stopping 90% the sound, since the one on hoodie stilled laughing.

 - Ha! Jokes on you, Stormcloud! I do adore ‘Call Me Baby’!

 The purple lover pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, before staring at him with a smirk shining in his face.

 - So, why all the fuzz to hush i- WOW! HEY! – The currents protests was due the vines wrapped his sides, seconds before drop him the water. The prince knew about the other’s swimming skills, so, his only concern was just laughing at his mate.

 - ROMAN! – He emerged, a dangerous look glooming and leading a shiver rand down Roman’s spine and a nervous smile spread over his face. All his expression has an only message: - Run.

 Survive Advice: If the aspect of Fight and Flight tells you to run, you run. Even if you’re in the water.”

  It was about this same time he began to have these dreams, that sweet dreams, which, when you woke up, don’t feel a heavy feeling in the chest but a peace. Those dreams which he would wake up happy, refreshed, ready to open his eyes and feel joy for liking his reality. That kind of dream that was important enough to remember. Most of this kind of dreams involved the three light sides, along with Thomas.

 Due this, there was no way he would leave his room is if he was sleepy. Remus had once confirmed to him that he really did speak in he sleep, and Virgil didn’t wanted to risk the others obtained this knowledge in the most cliche and weird way possible.

 Which would be soooo much easier if Thomas wasn’t going back to the habit of sleeping at F I V E   AM in the days he considered himself on a break.

 Nevertheless, sure, nothing in his existence was easy, was it?

 So, the second the purple lover opened his heavy eyes, he was aware of four thing in the exactly same time:

 1º - He wasn’t in his room.

 2º - A blanket covered him.

 3º - His mouth was dry.

 4º - He had no idea about what time it was.

 Trying to remove the remnants from the nap rubbing his eyes, the representation of anxiety went into the kitchen, soon coming back with a glass of water and sat on the couch, thinking how pleasant his dream had been and that he should soon write down all the details to not forget the butterflies in tummy, which still persisted until now.

 - You talk in your sleep. – It was not a question. It was a statement. Virgil almost dropped his phone, his body paralyzing for a second, the memories running fast and clear through his brain. Soft touches, smiles, that unbearable and yet so good sensation in his skin…

 Laughter.

 His face automatically burned as if he was making a tomato cosplay. With little struggling a look, part relaxed and part nervous, took over his expression.

 - Is that so? Did I said something? – Took a sip of water. It wasn’t cold enough to soothe the heat that still covered his cheeks and not hot enough to dispel the cold in his belly.

 - Affirmative. – Logan adjusted his glasses; putting the bookmarker before close the book and delicacy sets its aside in the coffee table. – Interesting, indeed; and enlightening.

 Curse the day that the one who wears tie began to love mystery books and now liked to talk in codes. Who does he think he is? Yoda?? Virgil almost frowned for irritation, but wouldn’t let himself be carried away by the other’s, who carefully observed Virgil calmly lay in the couch with his phone (turned off, that’s true) in hands, game.

 - I wouldn’t define a dream like that. – Retaliated with a grin. – They aren’t the best example of logic, you know?

 - I do not believe it is more about the dream itself, and yes, what it represents. – It wasn’t his impression, Logan did approached some inches. Virgil’s muscles tensed. – Many times, due being from the human’s subconscious, the dreams can capture things that usually the own conscious mind don’t even realize. Unnoticed memories, ancient facts that seemed been forgotten… - Little break. The representation of Fight and Flight felt the blush increased. He knew. He knew, he knew he knewheknewheknewheknew!! And even worse, he knew that Virgil knew. The purple lover felt a smile starting to struggle to open in his mouth. – Unvoiced wishes.

 The aspect on hoodie jumped from the couch in a millisecond, his mind clouded by the nervousness and euphoria, which started to took over his being just for the unspoken words. Logan knew about his dream. His secret desire that, even being relaxed and adapted and feeling loved around them, he wasn’t told to anyone yet.

 Tickling.

 The aspect of ‘Fight or Flight’ does not trip, Virgil was sure, however, the quickly approaching ground questioned his belief and, when his body collapsed on it and he turned to prevent Logan, realized too late that the said already has sat on his legs, an atypical smile in his face.

 - Don’t. You. Dare. – Half smiling, half defensive. The one on hoodie attempted unsuccessfully to break free, until when those words came out from the other’s lips:

 - Only if you are comfortable with that.

 Maybe it was for the certainty with which this sentence was said, or the affection it represented, or the worry that showed, or even the dream he had before and the chase that made each one of his ticklish spots euphorically tingle with just the thought of fingers wriggling on them.

 Maybe it was even for the sincerity and calm in his glare, as if he had said nothing much. Virgil opened his mouth for some seconds, but no sound came out. His eyes met with the hand on his ribs, the sensation to feeling they still being more unbearable than imagining them moving. His entire face blushed, which he tried to hide on his shoulders.

 - Whatever.

 An amused puff was the only answer from the logic side before his fingers scratched Virgil’s neck, leading the purple lover released a light squeal and pulled his face out of the hiding place, trying to protect the attacked spot. The tickles stopped, which made him open his, almost frustrated, eyes just to find Logan simply wriggling his fingers meticulously in the air, right above his skin, going from a spot to another while spread amount of electrics shivers through his nerves

 - I wonder where I should start the experiment… Should I go up and down? Focus in just one spot? Maybe one per time should be the ideal, since you seem be too ticklish in everywhere… - Virgil began to squirm, stopping in the last second with as a frustrated grumble pushed from his mouth. Knowing the representation of the knowledge and curiosity, these wonders were true. However, the smirk growing in his expression make him doubt about that.

 After sometime, Virgil opened his mouth, ready to ask for him do something (anything!), which showed to be a bad choice, since in that very minute the fingers met his ribs and a quick giggle let out his mouth, didn’t finding any barrier to stop it. The struggle from the purple lover (and, as it seems, tickle lover, too) to escape becoming a little stronger.

 - Nahahahahaha!! Lohohohgan!! – The fingers were making circular motions in the upper ribs. First giving attention to just one, then two, then three then... This before his mind get completely messed and he felt the tem fingers hiking his ribs. – NAHAHAHAHA – Uuuuup. – Wahahahahahahahait! – Dooooown. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT– Up it goes. – TheheheheheHEHEHEheheHEHEHEheHEHE!! – And now he went up and down and in random patters, focusing in just one side before presenting the same treatment to the other. Virgil hugged himself as tightly as he could, seeking prevent his arms to stop the feeling.

 - This sounds like a good place. – The logical aspect continued, his calm and stable voice being betrayed by his playfully (and a little bit crazy, it’s important to mention) painted grin. His hands stopped, moving away from Virgil and giving him time to take some sips of air and struggle to not melt in giggles that escaped from his lips. Logan held one of his hands, delicately pushing it up. – Nevertheless I ask to myself how it going to be with this so well hidden spot.

 - Lohohohohohgan! Nohoho! W-wahahahahahahait! – His face was bright by how huge was his smile, almost as luminously as the sparkle in his glare. The one who (always)  wears tie (and sometimes a unicorn onesie) slightly ned his head, his free hand entering under the hoodie and giving small light squeezes in each one ribs where he slowly walked by, generating a series of laugh intercalated by squeaks and quick jumps. He tried to free his wrist from the other’s hold.

 - Yes, Virgil? Is there something that you want to tell? – The purple side, who had the blush spread to his neck, just shook his head, without being able (or not wanting to) pronounce anything. His nose winkled and his eyes were lightly shouted down, maybe having the conciseness that the dark made him even more sensitive. ~

 Logan began to trace with an only finger irregular patterns in his armpits, happily watching him curl up a little and put even more effort to lower his arm.

 -Plehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahase!!

 - Do you want me to speed up? Alright.

 And then all the five tickler fingers attacked all at once. Scratching, poking, wriggling, drumming and exploring every little piece of researchable skin to tickle from the other.

 - LohohohoGAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahaHAHAhaha!!! – Now, the laughter danced more freely and in a higher flow. Logan keep the tickles for a few more minutes, switching between armpits and upper ribs. Since not know the next step seemed essential to get more shrieks and high-pitched laugh.

 The logic side retreated, letting the representation of ‘Fight or Flight’ finally lower his arm and curl up, the laugh coming back to little sporadic giggles. When he opened his eyes again, Virgil faced a long dark-blue feather millimeters away from his bellybutton. His glare met Logan’s, noticing how equally his expression was with that crazy scientists, and wondering, for that brief moment, how his own expression looked like.

 “Like a light.” Logan would answer if he had the ability to read the other’s mind. “Because it looks like capable to light the darkest night.”

 “And…”

 - NononononO!

 He wriggled the feather into Virgil’s navel, who practically jumped with the sensation that hit without any warning his body.

 “He certainly would be a warning to a thunder, or even the coming storm.”

 All his nerves and instincts were laughing. Virgil was absolutely sure about that while his mind became a messy cloudy of laugh and happy tears accumulating in his eye’s corner. His smile went ear to ear and it was really impressive that Logan haven’t been hurled by the strength which he squirmed. The laugh reverberated in his chest and filled him with enjoy.

  “An adorable storm, indeed.”

 He stopped, because the loud sound could attract the others and the most rational side doubted this was something that the one on hoodie would like to. Give him some more to breath.

 - My gohohohohohohohohohosh… - He still squirming slightly, wiping some small fallen tears. – Yohohohou arehehehehe ruthlehehehehehess, right?  

 - I believe that I was quite carried away by the experiment. – He lifted up the feather, unaware about the electric shivers running Virgil’s spine just by this movement. – I suppose that you enjoy light tickles as well, am I right? Would the neck be a good spot for this?

 Virgil didn’t answered for a few moments, ultimately agreeing with a quick nod, and feeling the other rise from his, now numbs, legs. Logan readjusted himself by his side, letting the feather softly dance on his neck, tracing his jaw, which trembled for the small chuckles that escaped from the said, until this spot behind his ear, which made him release gaps of laughter.

 In the end, Logan got up, going towards the coffee table to recall his book, before coming back together with the glass of water in hands, quickly handing over to the purple side, who still couldn’t erase the euphoric wobbly smile from his face. Seconds of comfort silent permeated between both. Virgil fight against which its representation before breaking it.

 - Thank you.

 Logan blinked, a bit surprised, before nodding, putting the feather in his pocket and letting a small smile took over his mouth.

 - I’m glad for we share this… bounding moment. It was quite pleasant.

 - Seriously?

 - Sure.

 - Well it was… pleasant for me, too.

 Quick smiles. Happy glares.

 - Don’t ever talk about this with anyone! Not even about the dream! – Sibilated.

  - I’m afraid to not know what you’re talking about. – And the one who wears tie left the room, his amusing sentence still floating in the air. Virgil couldn’t help but smile one more time, absolutely against his desire, sure.

 Vulnerable.

 Now he understood the sense that this word could assume when surrounded by the right people.

 Trust.

#Virgil #Logan #Patton #Roman #Thomas #Sanders Sides #Tickles #There is tickles but just 1.000 words #Sanders Sides Tickling #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Logan #Virgil is such a cinnamon roll #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #Oneshot #Ticklish!Virgil #FamILY #Adaptation #Hope you like iiiiit #My head is fuzzy aaaaa flu w h y #<33

[kanene-yaaay]

Cloudy Day

Author’s Notes: Heeeyioooo, my lollipops! Okay, this is a gift for my Awesome Birthday Week Buddy: @august-anon!! (I still don’t beliving our birthdays are in the same week! XP) Yaaaay! Sparkles!! I’m know it was last week and I’m sorrey for being late dfghjhgfsdf. I hope you like it, dear (And all of you too, lollipops!).

Okay! Now let’s begin!! Yesh! I’m sorrey for any spelling mistakes, I just put this on Google Translator and corrected some setences X’”). Dfghjhghjuhgf. Sorreey! See ya! ~

Warnings: This is a Tickle Fanfic, if you don’t like, please, look for another storie in this site, there’s a plenty of wonderful arts here! Hmmm... Ah! There is Lee!Virgil and Ler!Logan. Something around 3.000 words. -w-)s2.

                                                    [~*~]

It was a cloudy day, and cloudy days were signs of foreboding.

Blackbeard died during a storm, many said. (Perhaps more for the bloody battle he fought during the natural phenomenon than for itself, but that was kind of a understanding that few really understood.) The Kraken awakens during the worst thunderstorms and windstorms that shakes him from his sleep as shake the deepest of the seas, a thousand and one poems recited. The ocean floor is filling with ships and the shattered treasures of those who couldn't escape the rains and their tides, they warned. Some older, more experienced pirates, also meaner, could not be left out, commenting between smiles and a few doses of rum: Beginner's ordeal.

But Virgil denied, not because he was novice or so experienced that he no longer saw it as a challenge, just thought it was unfair to ignore all the good things that cloudy days can bring. Often the clouds, the cold wind, and the faint appearances of the sun's warm rays were more signs of a change than a storm.

So he liked to enjoy them.

Preferably lying in the small, but comfortable, Mast cabin. The perfect resting place: high enough to close your eyes and get lost in the scent of saltwater brought by the cold wind; a place where nothing, not even a problem, could reach you, where you found yourself almost touching the sky at the same time it was low enough to hear each one of the crew on their tasks as a little reminder that there is always somewhere (and someone) to go back to.

He took a deep breath, taking advantage of the wave of inspiration to get back to his story. It was not one of his largest, only a little over than five pages, made just to quench the sudden, insistent, uncontrollable tickle desire that had practically woken up with him that day. He barely contained the uncontrollable smile that opened up on his face and the way he squirmed slightly as he described the protagonist (who was caught by his friends in the middle of his mission to steal the fridge and now 'suffered' the consequences) being attacked without mercy in all its ticklish spots: the sides, sensitive to the slightest squeeze and nudge, the belly full of laughter, the neck colored by the blush and all the scribbles, absolutely impossible to ignore, along with...

Virgil found himself letting out a series of giggles, blushing at no one in particular. He filled a few more lines until he began to imagine the pairs of hands coming out of the paper, their fingers wriggling playfully, making him realize his onwed fate when they tickled him.

- AAAAAAAH !! - Initially it was just one scream, quickly being doubled with the help of the on with purple bandana, who practically hurled his entire storie through the boat with the jump in the fright obtained. He quickly recompose himself, turning toward the kitchen, where a Roman (“How could he stand to be shirtless at this weather?”) gestured wildly. - It's cold! It's cold! COLDCOLDCOLDCOLDCOLD !! PAAAAAAAATTON! IT'S TOO COLD TO WASH THE DISH!

It was almost audible the stubborn expression in the other's tone. The one on the Mast tried to control his unrhythmic breathing, leaning against the half wall of the cubicle. 

Roman...

- Be cool, kiddo! You can do it, ‘cause you're hot!

Virgil didn't listen to the rest of the conversation, trying to slow the excitement of the euphoric butterflies fluttering in his stomach and the intense heat wich spreaded all over his face. His heart skipped a beat.

 He needed a glass of water. Maybe two.

He clipped the story sheets together and slipped down the loose strings of the sails, stopping on deck and heading toward the kitchen quickly.

- V! I heard you scream! Are you hurt? - The quartet's father figure did not wait for a response as he grasped his shoulders, his eyes at the same time scanning every square inch of his being for the slightest damage.

- N-no, I ... - And if those hands would go a little higher and scratch your neck ... VIRGIL! Focus! - I just freaked out about Roman's morning drama.

He looked away, a little ironic smile in the face. Well done, Virgil, he congratulated himself, acid teasing is always a good way and a safe ground.

By that movement he did not notice Patton's gaze, which frowned for a few silent seconds, suddenly seeming to notice something different in the other. A small detail that he couldn't really distinguish, just knowing it was there. His expression softened, sending to him a loving look.

“When will you tell, my kiddo?”

They both shook their heads slightly, trying to frighten, or perhaps shuffle and confuse, their thoughts. The eyes met shortly after. The pirate with glasses (it seemed like the beginning of a chronicle) laughed.

- Don't be mean to him. - Warned before hugging him. - We'll dock tonight, what do you think we leave tomorrow morning to get supplies and new spices? - The animation in his voice was practically palpable. The hug tightened a little more. If those hands changed to his ribs...

- Of course, Patton. - Virgil was the first to break the touch, a simple smile being the perfect mask for the huge search in his mind of every possible curse which he could use to curse his Lee Mood. - That would be great.

- Oh. And be careful with weather for not get a flu, you're already red.

 Correction: Scarlet. Patton gave one of his angelic smiles and left.

Okay, he decided, feeling his ears got hot, maybe three glasses of water. Cold water. Very cold.

He finished serving himself and returned to the deck, his mind already returning to a few increments in the plot of the story. He just had to go through Logan, which would not be difficult since he was concentrating on reading his papers, finding the pencil he had dropped on the floor with the earlier fright, returning to the Mast-

Hang on.

Logan. Reading some papers.

His body froze.

“Maybe it's not mine. - He tried to convince himself, the very thought sounding insecure. - Maybe it's ... it's from Roman! He loves to do things and show and ... and ... ”

His own body propelled him forward involuntarily. Wobbling, heavy, steps more noisy than he wanted, but to be honest, his desires were focused on something else right now.

Logan looked up, half flushed, half smiling. An expression that totally faded as met with the one wearing the purple bandana, replaced by one of guilt, like a child caught in the midst of his prank. Virgil stared at the papers, recognized the capital letters for laughter, the ideas written in the margins, the light wrinkled in the paper’s conner, his handwriting ...

His hands sweated cold.

- Virgil, it was not my intention ...

Virgil always had two strategies for every difficult situation he faced in life: Flight or Fight. So his muscles tensed, his hand closed with a strong grip, he flexed his legs.

And then dashed off to his room.

[~*~]

He first thought of tossing himself out of the window, then thought of tossing Logan out of the window, then thought of tossing the story out the window, and finally thought of tossing the window out the window, but none of these options seemed like could solve his problem.

He had already wondered what he was going to do when they found out, of course. Everyone who kept a secret had already taken some part of their lives to figure out what to would do when their secret stopped to be, well ... secret

But right now all the plans, the lines, the movements ... everything (everything!) was gone from his mind. It was blank, like a cloud crumbling with its hands up in the act of surrender. Virgil sat on the bed and buried his face in his hands, feeling how sweaty and trembling they were.

Logan. Where would he be now? What would you be doing? Was he telling everyone? Was he showing his stories? All? Had he found others on the Mast? Had he thrown them into the sea? Was he thinking of throwing he into the sea? No, wait, this is too extreme, it wouldn't happen. But he might find it weird, oh gosh, he could think that Virgil was a freak, that was easier than the ‘tossing in the ocean’ thing, but not better. He would look at him strange and-

The one in purple took his pillow and hid his face in it, hugging the object with all the strength he could muster. Stayed like that for a while.

When he finally stopped, he was panting, his heart pounding, however now he had something to focus beyond his own thoughts. He looked up and stared at himself in the small mirror on his desk. He was a mess. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath.

One, two, three, four...five... six... seven...

Eight.

Expires.

Inspires.

One, two, three, four...five... six... seven...

Eight.

Expires.

He faced himself once more in the mirror.

- You are not a freak. - His voice was low and he stared at himself determinedly. - You're not a stranger and even less your likes. If it makes you, no, if makes me happy, then everything is fine. Everything is okay, ok?

A knock sounded on the door.

- Virgil? It's Logan. - Short break. - I'm coming in.

There was no time to hide under the bed so, yes, when the one who wear glasses opened the door Virgil was still there. Kind of weird pose and staring at the wall, but technically, he was there.

Logan hesitated a little, maybe he should have waited longer? Have waited for him to calm down or come talk about this with him or...? He shook his head. No. He was there now and the subject seemed to be of a great importance to Virgil, so they would talk about it.

He sat on the bed, still not receiving a look from the other, until a small sheaf of papers was handed to him, a little over than five pages long, with ideas written in the margins. The purple lover caught, staring at it because it was a little easier than facing the most rational of the group.

- First I would like to apologize. - Logan began, sounding like he'd trained his lines. - You hurried out of the Mast and these papers ended up falling, and I got them in the intention to return to you, however I was led by curiosity and ended up reading. I shouldn't have messed with your things, and ... it seems that this particular thing matters a lot to you. - 'Hot' was a euphemism, Virgil felt his face in embers. - But I would like to add that your writing is really very engaging! - The one who was listening widened his eyes. Ok. He definitely didn't expect that. His attention was captured enough to raise his gaze, something that excited the wearer of glasses. - You have a great grammar mastery along with a wide vocabulary and you know how to use it to your advantage, managing to turn a daily plot into a light and fun reading.

Virgil couldn't hide the little corner smile. Logan was not someone who gave unsubstantiated praise or just for speaking, when he said it, it was sincerely. Their eyes met and before they knew it ended up questioning:

- Did you like it?

- Indeed. It was a very nice read. You should not hide it or be afraid of what others will find. Of course, there is always the possibility that someone doesn't like it, but I assure you that would be exceptions.

Wait...

- Do you think I ran away because of this?

Now Logan seemed a little groundless, as if he had broken his train of thought. He blinked a few times. Was there ... Was there a point he didn't understand? Something that he didn't realize?? His answer came out with a slight tone of doubt.

- Yes.

Oh. Ooh.

Virgil didn't know where it came from, but he suddenly felt angry that Logan didn't realize the ‘thing’ yet, and before he could even think about that, his mouth dumped it all at once:

- No. That was not it! It was for the content, for the plot: tickling! - The word tasted different when it came out loud, not whispered in the silents night. - The whole story revolves around this: tickling. Because I like it and I like write about it. It's catchy! The laughter of the people, the feeling of security, the contact, the trust, the smiles ... It's ... it's ...

- Lovely? - It was a complement more than a suggestion, a smile spreading across Logan’s face without asking permission.

Virgil felt wich even his neck was dyed red, but he could not help but return the gesture. It was... well, a good relief to tell this to someone, especially Logan, someone who he had often trusted his life along the trip and the battles. His gaze walked over Logan's face for a moment, searching for any trace of bad feelings.

Did not find.

- Yes.

Silence.

- Don't you think it's weird?

- Not really. I can fully understand why you enjoy it so much. It's your liking, if it doesn't hurt anyone, there's no point in not enjoying it.

Silence. Virgil felt a strange urge to laugh. Maybe it was the relief.

- It’s, indeed, - Logan completed. - lovely.

- Don’t say it. - Virgil grunted, still smiling, hiding his face in his hands. A poke at his side almost made him fell off the bed, a squeal escaping his lips as he pushed away. The one who wore purple stared at the other, anticipation almost lighting the room as bright his gaze.

- Virgil. - The tone made a shiver run down his spine and a slightly more uncontrollable smile spread across his face. It only served to increase the certainty in Logan's voice. - I'll tickle you. Get ready.

And then he ‘attacked’.

Virgil was definitely not prepared. Not when his fingers met his ribs, kneading them into circular patterns that immediately spilled a waterfall of giggles and squeals through his mouth, the sensations making him feel about to jump from his skin. His hands broke to grasp Logan's, gripping his wrists but making no effort to move them.

- Nohohohohohoho! Wa-wahahahahahahahait! - His nose was wrinkled and his eyes closed tightly, as if he might lessen the sensation for not seeing them. Virgil fell back on the mattress and Logan took advantage of the moment of distraction to get straight to the new unprotected spot: the belly, wasting no time in scribbling its full length, eventually increasing the squirming and streams of laughter from the first.

- Did you know that tickling sensations are a way twich the human body warns the brain that some area with important organs is being attacked? - The bespectacled’s voice was calm and methodical as it began to loosen fast grips, one hand concentrating on the sides of the other, as if it were not turning one of the quietest of the group into a pool of squeaky giggles, and the other hand quietly moving toward his belly button, bringing out more hysterical laughter and causing him to shrink more and more into himself, stucking the fingers rather than actually protecting himself. - Laughter and involuntary muscle impulses, more known as squirming, are the brain's way of defending itself, the because still a mystery. However, one thing we know… - Logan changed his method, starting to make circular movements around Virgil’s belly (giggle) button, dragging his fingers with unbearably light tickles, getting closer and closer to the center.

- Lohohohohohohohohohohoho, stohohohohp! I´ll- I´ll ehehehehehehehehehend withihihihihihihihihihihi - The one with the glasses went down a few millimeters, attacking the waist a little more vigorously, seeking Virgil to unfold and achieving the desired result successfully. - NahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha !!

- ...is that, depending on the touch and the place, sounds other than laughter can be observed, such as...

The tickling stopped, Virgil still laughing helplessly on the bed, squirming with the tiniest gust of wind.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

It was a trap, he was sure of it, yet he dared to open his eyes, catching a glimpse of Logan's slightly mischievous grin before focusing on the finger that twitched a few inches away from his umbiculous.

- Logan! Loghahahahahahan.- Laughter simply floated without permission from his lips, much higher than usual, the writer could feel his belly quivering with anticipation. Attempting to bite his lower lip to cover the smile and perhaps stop the laughter.Logan moved the only (damn) finger closer. Virgil squeaked and failed on every attempt. - Ple-pleasehehehehehehehehehe, I-Ihihihihihihihihihihi-

The finger struck quickly against his navel, scratching, scribbling and poking without the slightest mercy and completely taking away his chance to finish the sentence.

Virgil snorted. Literally snorted.

His eyes widened and his hands made way to cover his mouth, but their attention was captured by the unbearable tickling, letting them sway from side to side, trying to stop the tickling but to no avail.

- LohohOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOGAH !!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!! - The laughter came out shaking his whole body. Loud, carefree, frantic laughter. He flinched quickly, his head swaying from side to side as if to deny his fate, even though the huge, bright smile that seemed to light up the entire room, coupled with that warm, pleasant feeling in his chest, said the complete opposite. The remaining hand attacked his sides and ribs without any pattern or order, causing Virgil to practically jump with each touch, the laughter shifting from the high to the low tones.

- But, dear Virgil, I still have other sounds to show you! - His fingers drifted to his neck, pausing for a few sips of air, a pause filled with giggles. The ringing changed to the chin, pulling out a quick yelp. - Snorts, squeals, giggle, laugh, yelps…

The tickling lasted a few more minutes, until his laughter became breathless, so Logan ceased the attack. Virgil immediately rubbed his palms over his neck, trying to remove all the remaining sensations and to make sure that his face had not melted with all the blush nor broken with the size his smile was, I mean, is.

- Are you alright?

The one who wore purple opened one watery, twinkling eye, staring at him, his mouth pronouncing before he could think of the real weight of his words:

- J-just those sounds? I thought as an explorer you hated to be content with few results.

A different look passed and settled on the other's face, then expanding and taking over the Logan's, once kindly, expression. It caused a sudden electricity sensation in the air, his whole body crawling and laughter beginning to fill his throat with euphoria.

- I understand.

In the blink of an eye Logan's hands found his armpits. Virgil felt his breath and the world stop for a long second… and then his fingers twitched.

Virgil literally screamed.

- NononoNOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! LO-LOHOHOHOHOHO- I´M SORRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY. - His head was thrown back with the force of laughter, his body squirming for an escape route, even though no matter how much he moved, the sensations followed. His mind was blank, unable to really focus on anything but the poking, scratching, tickling that made eveen his nerves laugh and made him unable to form any words, coherent or not. His heels sank into the mattress, lifting his torso for a moment, until the tickles floated lightly at the base of his back, causing his body to fall back onto the bed. - NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI-

It took a few minutes before the tears began to wash down his cheeks and the laughter became silent. Logan immediately stopped at this point.

- As you can see we also have as examples the scream and the belly laughte. r- The smile was noticeable in his tone. - I think these are enough examples.

- Yehehehes. You got ihihihihit.

- Did I go too far?

Virgil shook his head, wiping tears, the remaining laughter finally stopping. He heard the door slam shut and when he opened his eyes Logan was no longer there. Tried to replay his memories in order to have done something wrong or what else might have bothered the other as his breathing returned to normal frequency.

When he managed to sit on the bed, preparing to leave, Logan returned with a glass of water in his hand, handing it over to the other, who had not realized how thirsty he was until that moment. He took the glass and drank its contents in a few sips, the room surprised with the sudden silence.

For some people cloudy days, days that could mean a storm or a sunny day, were signs of foreboding, but Virgil didn't see them that way. Sometimes a cloudy day is just exactly what it is: a day for changes.

- Thank you. - They both knew what the thanks really meant.

And, perhaps, for others, those who did not live sailing and exploring the seven seas, cloudy days could mean something else. Perhaps it could be known as a day to enjoy a good hot drink, a comfortable and safe place, good company, or the warmth which human being can provide. The confidence this can bring.

- You could had kept your secret when I - Logan waved his hand, as if to ward off a fly or a slightly annoying memory - didn't realize it at first.

Virgil shrugged and looked away, tapping the empty space beside him on the mattress, an invitation that was not declined by the other. He grabbed a book under his bed, the one with pages that talked about the secrets after the End of the World and the stars, and offered it to the most racional of the crew.

- It's cloudy outside, we can catch the flu if we get in the evening wind. Want to read?

And so it was. Days of change, days of strengthening ties, days of sharing memories ...

- It's a good option. Thank you.

It was a cloudy day, pleasantly cloudy.

#Sanders Sides #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Logan #Tickle Fanfic #Tickle #Oneshot #Patton #Roman #Virgil #Logan #Fluff #KaneneArt #KaneneFic #Cloudy Days #<3 #August's Gift #Happy (later) birthday! #First Fic in English! #English

[kanene-yaaay]

Patton has a secret ~

Kanene’s note: *read the speech I decide to write here* Hmm...

Caham.

*Throw away the paper* Is just a lot of fluff. Like... just fluff. No drama, no angst, no action, no adventure, maybe fiction, but a lot of fluff. :v

... I should try to write others genres... xDD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman/Ler!Virgil (Just a itsy bitsy of Lee!Virgil and Lee!Roman).

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 3500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* My first Sanders Sides Tickle Fic finally translated!!! Yayyyyyyy!!! \0\ /0/ \0/ *jazz glitter hands*

* Here the fanfic in Portuguese (brazilian’s one!) ! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video and drink hot chocolate water! Byeioo!~

                                  [~*~]

In fact, with how times Patton took care of the other three (and sometimes, five) members of the Mental Palace it could almost be seen as a hobby, a piece of his routine even. But he just could not help or stop himself from doing something when he knows to have in his own hands a world of possibilities for lighten up their, rainy or not, days and paint in their faces a smile, even when it was a light embarrassed one. This was a little something that worked as if he was brighten his own days.

And that reason was what it was so… strange to watch them turning the table.

In the days very after the conversation they had, followed by his room visit (think about that still giving bittersweet shivers down his spine), at least one time and for a few minutes in the day, all the spotlights switched to the quartet’s cat lover.

Just as this morning, when he was woken up by a battalion of cuteness and love consisted by fifteen puppies summoned and carefully deposited in his bed by Roman, who doesn’t waited much to yell an order to “ATAAAAAAAAACK!”. Leading an awake from an extremely confused Patton, which was immediately subdued by licks and small barks doesn’t taking long to rip out happy giggles and squeal from the one who wore cardigan.

Or, even like those random moments in the day when no one is around and Virgil feels absolutely comfortable to wrap him up in a calm, filled with more signification which words could archive, hug. That time when Patton controls himself to not squeak (too much) loud, especially on those others pieces of time when the aspect of Fight or Flight eventually ended up changing to canals with Patton’s favorites cartoons, claiming between (fake) annoyed murmurs that “There isn’t anything better on TV.”

And also, there was Logan. Oh, Lo… Maybe never before, except celebrations, had Patton received so many gifts. They went from interesting books to soothing songs playing in his room’s background, expressing all those feelings that so much confused the duo with the same glasses. Morality liked this approach equally. Most of the songs sang that everything would be okay.

In the end, even if all of it were… different, new, Patton couldn’t deny that loved every second of it.

And maybe it was for all these pampering, however he started to feel a bit freer to demonstrate a little more of him, little by little… For that reason (or maybe feeling?) that some days after all the new occurrences he found himself asking Roman to summon him a tablet. Sure, he summoned one by himself, albeit Roman’s conjurations have always been the ones that spilled the most amount and shiny details, creativity, wonderfully, coloring in the Mind Palace.

This was some weeks ago. Some fast, full of giggles and blush weeks since his very newest discovery on internet. May or may not the only one to blame for his full-sleep nights shrank in order to increase his searching time.

“Tickly Community”

Just thinking on these words already unleashed warm waves through all over his face as involuntary as his began of smile and that soft and cozy sensation intertwining his heart.

Tickles, he squirmed quickly, one of the purest and simplest way to show someone trust and affection. A normal activity to improve bonding, which some disliked and others loved.

And Patton knew very well in which group he was.

It was kind of an addiction, or even a fellow, as he preferred to imagine. Making itself present not only when he turned on the electronic device, but in any and every time of the day. It seemed like a little angel with cat ears and cute voice who liked to appear from absolutely nowhere to say how much every activity in the day would be incredibly better just adding a few pokes, squeezes and sweet, uncontrollable laughter here and there.

And don’t even get him started with the movies, cartoons and series, which, unfairly, insisted in dropping one (sometimes more) tickle scene when he was the least prepared as he could be. Patton swore that in these moments he lost all the control on his body: he always felt being ‘too much smiley’ (even when he brain ordered him to stay serious… Well, he always was more a heart guy than mind one, anyway), ‘too much agitated’, looking at the movie ‘too much’ and always ending up in a mental battle, posteriorly, to choose which one was his favorite (spoiler alert: He always picked all and re-watched them.)

His fingers typed the URL he already knew by heart, snuggling further on the couch as the links appeared in his face. The one in cardigan (since his onisie was washing) loved reading stories gravitated around this subject. The descriptions made imaginary fingers dance in each one of his tickle spots… or at least that ones he suppose that were his spots. It had been few years since activities like that didn’t happened with Thomas or in the Mind Palace, so the freckled side didn’t knew if he stilled susceptible as used to be. Uurg. Think about this made him sad, so, the moral side decided focus on the arts in the art ahead.

Maybe hours or minutes have passed. He couldn’t say, however he could confirm that watched something around three absolutely adorable tickle videos and was in his fifth story whe-

- OH PATTON, MY PATTON – The high pinch scream together with the little jump gave by the called as answer seemed to amuse the prince, his stunning smile increasing. – What are you watchin’? – He let himself fall in the furniture’s arm, close from where Patton’s head rested, leading to the other automatically turn off the tablet in a hurry.

- Oh, nothing, nothing. – The group’s father waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. – Just some new cakes recipes! Thomas overbought Crofter’s and I’m not fire, but I want to help burn the stock! – Both giggled.

- You looked very happy. – Virgil couldn’t stop himself from the grin growing in his face, proud when the representation of morality released his second scream in such a short time, seeing as he truly didn’t notice the second which the purple lover laid in the other corner of the couch. His eyes shined as he saw red spreading across Patton’s cheeks.

 “The world goes round.”

 - W-when d-did you- for a heartbeat of moment he shuffles in his own words, stumbling in the letters and almost losing himself, taking a second to his face stabilized in a smile and the words stopped falling out his mouth. A bothersome sensation showed in the stomach of the other two sides, realizing how much trained and good at controlling his feelings and expressions he was. Maybe they saw a little of themselves in the act. – You know how much I love appreciate this little things. – Smile.

- Ho ho!! – The resounding laughter from the royal side made itself present as he approached even close to Morality, ignoring any and every signification of ‘Personal Space’. – It sees that nuestro padre is hiding something. ~

Maybe it was the Lee Mood attacking, maybe it was for how that specific phrase had sounded immensely with thousands of the dialogues he had read and which still spinning around his mind; It could even be the playful way they were going. However, Patton could only continue giggling and squirming in attempts to dodge from Roman’s efforts to take the device in his hands, being pretty good at it, something that definitely annoyed the Creativity’s aspect, causing him to let out a exasperated snort.

- Any help, Stormcould?

- I thought princes were ‘self-sufficient’. – He made quotes with his fingers, probably a reference to some fight of them.

- Wha… And we are! Even more when people like you force us to do all the work! Come on, you want to see this too! Another hand here would be nice!

- Tch. Can’t. – Virgil clicked his tongue, irony pouring out his lips as he raised his hands. – I only have mine.

The angry expression from the prince comically mixed up with the euphoric Patton’s squeal, who jumped to a sitting position, moving with more facility closer to the one wearing a hoodie.

- Was that a pun?? – His eyes seemed like could bright the starts by the way they were shining. Virgil’s eyes widened, hiding in the hood while mumbled a ‘no’, half-annoyed, half-awkward and half-happy for be the one who put that smile in the other’s face.

- Ah há!! – The victorious expression quickly took place in Roman’s face as he got the tablet. – Great distraction, my gothic subject!

He clicked the ‘Turn on’ button.

- No! Wait!! – His voice possibly raised a little bit than normal, ora little shakier, or even desperate. Patton stretched quickly, seeking to retrieve the object. He didn’t really know how to explain the suddenly panic. He always dreamed in telling this secret to the others, but… Now this possibility was too… real. He was afraid, afraid that they found it weird, didn’t liked it, felt forced in some way or didn’t really understand his liking and interpret it wrong and… In just that millisecond, Patton feared about all of it and something else at the same time.

The duo looked alarmed, and this made he doubt the reason of his fear. They were his adorable kids, his famILY with eccentric likes just as him. His sons who took care of him. He felt silly, but it didn’t change the glares in his direction.

- Roman… - A light threatening started to take strength in Virgil’s tune.

-  Sure! Here you go, padre. – With a big flourish, he handed over the tablet. An apologetic smile in his features, a slightly deeper look in his glare. – I hope you to know that I was just messing with you! There is no greater honor than keep safe our secrets! - Winked, getting up, a hand resting in the chest while the other one gestured in a non-stop rhythm. – And, if is a matter of honor you can count on me to give my life into order to protect and safeguard it! – He bowed, holding Patton’s hand and kissing it, instantly dissolving the fear in the said aspect in an excited smile.

- Oh! Let me give back your kiss, then! – The moral side pulled from his pocket a Kisses’ candy bag, tossing it at Roman, who reflexively grabbed.

- Do you… Do you really have those on the pockets just for the dad joke?? – Virgil asked giving the question up as soon he saw Patton rolling his eyes, biting excitedly his tongue’s tip while shrugging.

- … No?

- They are really good! – The prince exclaimed, his voice muffled by the dozens candies he had put in his mouth and now was trying to chew. Patton felt a hand delicately hold his shoulder.

- You know we never would force you to share something you are not comfortable, right?

- Of course I do, kiddo. – The heart’s representation soothed his smile, deflecting his gaze to his lap, where the tablet calmly rested. The way both acted… so sweet and adorable…

He didn’t even knew of what he was afraid at the first place.

- But…no. – His words come out before anything stopped them. – I want to tell.

This automatically caught their attention, interest sparkling on their expressions. Sure that they were the most comprehensible as possible with the paternal aspect, however this didn’t change the flame of curiosity created by the situation in their minds, which was inflamed even more right now. Patton turned on the device.

- It’s a really silly thing… - Virgil lightly squeeze his shoulders in an encouraging way. Roman moved a little more closely and was gifted with the tablet, now unblock, being deposited on his hands. The words floated from Patton’s lips before his brain or fear could do something to stop them. – But I like tickling!

His speech come out fast and low, he raised up his eyes for a second before lowering them at equal speed and started to play with the cardigan’s tip between his fingers. Patton was a person of a lot of expressions and gestures and hops and joy, albeit this time he was just quiet, slightly embarrassed as the blush on his ears could say.

And happy. A relieved happiness for don’t need to hide anything anymore.

- Patton. – The one with glasses looked up, just to find Virgil struggling with a grin until he gave up on the battle, letting it take over his face. Patton lighted up with expectantly, feeling like he had putted a piece of his soul in the two aspects’ hands and asked ‘So…?’ – This is… - He shook almost imperceptibly his head, his voice took a softer tune, his smile gave away to a serious face. – There is no problem in liking this you know that, right? We will not going to judge you. – Virgil bitted a little his lip, the grin coming back. – To be honest this is…

- ADORABLE!! – Patton was thrown on the couch. Roman having jumped in him, his smile was stunning and his eyes twinkling dangerously. – ABSOLUTELY, INCREDIBLY, ADORABLY ADORABLE!

The cats lover just could giggle, ignoring the heat in his face growing up more and more as he spoke a couple of dad jokes. Virgil’s head appeared besides the prince’s shoulder, almost hided by it. He deposited the tablet on the coffee table, a dishonest smile shining as a sign warning dangerous. Patton felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation transforms to little butterflies in his stomach.

- Yes. Extremely cute.

He felt amazing.

- Oh, kiddos, it’s because of your influence! – Refuted. Half smile, half truth.

The dangerous spark in the pair of eyes seemed to sprawl even more as they stared him. Roman experimented to wriggle his fingers on his direction. Patton squirmed, a new wave of small, bouncing laughs escaping from his lips.

- It seems like our padre is full of giggles. ~ - He pretend to attack a couple of times, delighting himself with the squeaks and bubbling snorts that came as answers from the Morality’s representation.

A different squeal came out from Patton’s mouth, making the prince turn around just to see Virgil lightly tracing a finger in the other’s foot. There was a grin in his features. – I ask myself where they come from…

- V-virgihihihihil, deheheheheheahahar! Nahahahaha!

- I also question the same thing, my nebulous friend, BUT, not to worry! I bet the entire fabric is right here! - Patton followed Roman’s hands, which spin in some flourishes before reach his sides, light scratching they and leading another yelp to pour out from the cat lover, who could swear that he would melt with all the teasing.

- Ro, oh Ro! Pleheheheheheheheheheheasehehehehe! Roho, no teahahahahahasing!

- Don’t worry, padre! I shall help you with this awful case of endless cute laugh! – He squeezed his sides just some more times, increasing Patton’s struggling before lift his dancing fingers. -  The cure should somewhere around… - He started to move his fingers, quickly spidering up and down in all his ribs. Patton’s hands shouted to hold him, but he easily dodge them, taking the opportunity to give some special attention to the victim’s armpits. – Here!!

And then, when his laugh, real belly laugh, started to fill the air, it was only then when Patton began to realize that this wasn’t a dream. The joyful filled him almost as quickly as Roman scribble his fingers along his sides, raising to his upper ribs and staying there with softs circular motions, appreciating the snorts that interconnected the laughter from the other. Before he got tired and goes down, squeezing and poking every piece of ticklish skin he could research with the shirt raising a few inches from Patton’s fight.

- RO-ROHOHOH! NAHAhahaHAHA! P-pleAHAHAHAHAhahahaseHEHEHEheeee!!

-Oh, my my! It seems like someone can’t even form phrases without being an adorable mess of giggles and squeals!

Meanwhile, Virgil calmly danced his fingertips through the foot of the one in cardigan, tracing illogic standards, scratching his arc, suddenly increasing the speed (and, consequently, the laugh, yelps and snort stream from the moral side) as found the toes. It looks that don’t be visible to Patton’s eyes just made him incredible more ticklish.

- VIR-HIHIHIHIHIGIL!! nahahaHAHAHAHAHA THEre!! Virhihihihihgil – The purple one thought he couldn’t like even more of his name until hear that variation. His heart was melting with all the adorableness. Why didn’t they discovered that before?

- Yes, Patton? Can you repeat? I couldn’t understand with all your laugh!

- Who is the cutest and ticklish side in the Mind Palace? – Roman switched to his tummy, poking and scrabbling, fingers paying attention in every minimum inch achievable and analyzing which one gave the best reactions. Patton struggled, the belly laughter shaking his entire body as getting out. His arms hugged his sides in an attempt to not to stop the tickles. His face burned and the happiness were assuming shape of tears as they accumulated in his eyes’ corner, his smile seemed truly goes to an ear from another, lighting up the entire room. – You know who are, huh, my dear and adorable Patton? – Each world was a scribble in his navel.

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NHAHAHAHA!

- Wrong answer. ~ - Virgil refuted, and almost synchronized both attackers started to blow raspberries in his foot and belly. His laughter went silent for a moment.

- RO! VI! NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! ITHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS ME! MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! PleAHAHAHAHASEHEHE! NAHAHAhahhahahaha!

- I feel like he want to tell us something. – The representation of fear calmly commented as his fingers taking turns between squeeze knees and tights wasn’t leading the Morality to squeal, crackle, yelp and giggle almost at the same time, in a madness which the three loved. – But I just can’t get it, you know?

Patton thought he really, really know, the mean of ‘unbearable’, until Roman went, this time for real, to his armpits and Virgil reallocated himself to rest his thumbs on his waist.

And they attacked.

- NononononoNO! WahahahAHAHAHAHAHAIT!

He didn’t remembered if he screamed, or talked or even had some coherence. Suddenly all his muscles began to struggle and his laughter were faster, real and stronger than ever, among them also came shrieks, snorts and squeals until completely disappear. His thoughts were a mess. His eyes opened from time to time to take glimpses of Roman and Virgil’s affectionate smiles towards him. Tears flowed down his cheeks as joy materialized, a stunning joy, that one which made his head go side to side, up and down and a smile bigger than the Sun open in his face.

- STO-STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHO-

They got the message, since in any moment before the father aspect got even closer to ask them to cease the attack, and quickly moved away. However, the duo could not stop themselves to appreciate the puddle of reminiscent giggles who was Patton, who now melted in the couch, letting the last laughter end. Wiped the tears and stared Roman and Virgil with the gratitude and happiness so easily to read in his face that made both aspects blush with the intensity, leading the purple lover hide in his hood and the prince smile more.

The moral side jumped, crushing them in a tight, sincere, and kind of clumsy hug due all them be sitting and with many words between the lines.

- Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!– His words comes out as fast as a machine gun, how he had breath for it even after all the tickling, no one really knew.

- You’re welcome, Padre! – Creativity’s representation lightly poked his sides, making him jump. – But be aware that your actions awaked up two insatiable tickle monsters!

Virgil just rolled his eyes. Patton released a fast giggle as answer, and for some reason, the purple felt all his ‘Fight or Flight’ instincts be activated. He squirmed a little in the hug, but the grip didn’t ease. The Morality’s voice came out a bit lower than the normal, but equally comprehensible.

- Oh, no, Roman… - It was like a purr from a feline before the attack. – You were the ones who did.

Logan left his room, having had a very satisfactory reading morning. Automatically screams and laughter entered in his ear field, his eyes lightly widened and he followed the sound, going to the Living Room just to find Roman and Virgil on the floor, Patton between them, his hands tickling both without mercy, leading the melodious sound (he had to admit) which were flying from their lips.

- Who are the two sides with shining and wonderful laughter who the tickle monster love to tickle tickle tickle tickle? – His tune was as a father talking with two babies. – They are you! Yesh yesh! Are you you you!

Logan pondered the situation. Patton was a reasonable person who loved everyone, so he more than possible would stop when realize they have had enough. Not to mention that he didn’t wanted take the risk to being pulled into the game or embarrassing the participants. Especially the one with hoodie, who still gradually getting used with the affection of the famILY and the prince, who sometimes let himself think that he needed to show himself the stronger and flawless figure that the ‘royalty must be’.

Realizing no real danger in the activity that his eyes analyzed, the logic aspect just stay long enough to decorate Virgil and Roman’s ticklish spots, since these could be a really future useful data, before backing to his room, suddenly remembering that there was another book on his shelf waiting for him.

#Sanders Sides #Lee!Patton #Fluff #Ler!Roman #Ler!Virgil #Virgil #Roman #Patton #Logan #I'm horrible at dad jokes #Ticklish!Patton #fanfic #oneshot #KaneneArt #KaneneFic #English #Tickle #Tickle fic #Finally corrected some mistakes #Gooosh #I need write more sanders sides tickle fluff aaaa #Sanders Sides Tickling #Tough tickles #But is cute #so donut worry #They're all babies

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The end [Or ‘Unsual Tool’- 12º Day TickleTober]

Author’s notes: Heyiooo, my lollipops! A little late? Yeah. But here we go. xDD. I’m translating my fanfics to english to improve my vocabulary, grammar and stuff, aaaaand now I (finallyyyyy!) have a little free-time! So, hopefully I’ll post a little more! Yaaaay! \(^w^)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff: 

* The 12º of October, in Brazil, is Children’s Day, so I got a bit of inspiration by that and in this oneshot The Sides (and Thomas) have 8 years old! 

* Hmmm... This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Here the fanfic in Portuguese (Brazilian’s one)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a awesome Thanksgiving (or, if you don’t celebrate: An awesome day! ). Byeioo!~

                                         [~*~]

- And then they died! The end!! – Roman laughed and threw away all the toys up, letting himself fall down so they would collapsed on him. Heard the applauses and quickly put himself up, bowing to the audience, which consisted of a very happy and euphoric Patton lying on his feet, and a Logan and a Virgil with equally outraged (funny) faces.

 - ‘They died’? Is this how it ends? But it doesn’t make sense!! – Logan protested, his cheeks puffing, a frown forming in his forehead, an expression he always had when face a illogic problem, something that, living with Roman, happened almost every day.

 - Sure it does!

 - No, does not!

 - Does!

 - I liked the part where they died. It was funny. – Patton commented, smiling and trying to stop the fight that probably would wake up Thomas, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

 - No, they dying is cool, but Lo is right! They can’t do it out of nowhere! It gets boooooooring! – Virgil longed the ‘ooo’, facing Roman with the best dull expression that his eight-years-old face could reached.

 - You could have a new villain. – Logan pointed out.

 - Yes!! Yes!! Virgil could be the new villain! He has a black jacket! – Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, holding the shoulders of the group’ shortest and shaking him euphorically, making Logan’s eyes bright for having his idea accepted.

 - I want be a dragon. – Virgil showed a little grin, doesn’t seem too bothered with the shaking.

 - No! No one will change the ending! – Roman stamped his foot, tears starting to been seem at the corners of his eyes.

 - Why?!

 - Because Thomas today was my day to make the grand finale!!

 - But your ending is boring! – Virgil countered.

 - Is not! – His voice began to cracking; he began to feel the tears stinging his eyes.

 - He also said we were supposed to play together. – Logan said calmly, as if he was trying to remember everyone of this fact.

 - No fighting, no fighting! – Patton got up; putting himself between the two sides in discussion, calling everyone’s attention before goes at Roman and clumsily wipe his tears. – Don’t cry, Ro-ro! – And squeezed his cheeks, because that was a techinque, which always make the aspect of creativity giggle, but only when it was Patton.

 This time it was not different. The responsible for the end of the story sniffed and clean the remains’ tear with his sleeve, murmuring a ‘Princes don’t cry’.

 - Don’t be mean with him. – Patton, turned around to face the others two, now being his time to puff the cheeks and frowning his forehead. Virgil and Logan slowed down theirs heads, the one with glasses more for the shock due the royal side’s tears.

 - Sorry. – whispered guardian’s ‘Flight or Fight’ instinct.

 - Par-par… - Logan tried to recall in his memories the word read some previous days in a book, it was almost possible to see his neurons working. – Pardon.

 The representation of the heart stared incisively Roman.

 - I’m sorry. – He said, taking the opportunity to catch some toys as an excuse for escape from the eye contact. – What is pandon?

-  It’s ‘pardon’. – The most logic of the four corrected. – It’s ‘sorry’, but more correct.

 - So, is ‘sorry’ wrong?

 - No, it is just that ‘pardon’ is more right. It is like ‘hero’ and ‘superhero’. – The one who wear dark blue adjusted his glasses, a proud smile opening in his face for knowing the difference.

 - Ah.

 - Princes do cry. – Virgil has a thoughtful expression as he played with his shirt’s tip.

 - No, they do not! – Complained Roman.

 - But, then they weren’t babies? Babies cry. – Patton asked, genuine curiosity in his glare.

 - They were… - Roman thought a little. – But they didn’t knew that they were princes, so it doesn’t count!

 - So are you only a prince if you know you’re a prince? – One more question.

 -  I think so… - Virgil answered, this time staring ate the others as he spoke. – I mean… Is not how the movies work? You don’t know you’re a prince, and then you find out and BUM! Everything changes.

 - Yeah! – Roman agrees enthusiastically, the little past fight already forgotten.

 - However, Thomas is a prince. – They all turned to look at the mentioned child, who was resting happy on the couch. – And he knows that, and yesterday he cried. – Logan contested.

 - But he is Thomas. – The royal side shrugged as this sentence already explained everything.

 - And you are Roman. – Patton refuted.

 - … ‘Kay.

 Everyone was silent for a moment.

 - The dragon could have a brother!! – Patton almost shouted excited, glad for have had that idea. – You can be the brother, Ro!

- However, why would there be another dragon?

 - I can be the good dragon! Fugitive because our family is a family of villains, but I didn’t wanted to be a villain, because I am a hero, so I came after you! – Roman turned to Virgil, the eyes sparkling with the rain of ideas that now roamed through his mind. – To stop you hunting the hunters!

 - It would be weird have you as my brother… - Virgil scowled. – And I don’t want to be a evil villain. – He crossed his arms.

 - But he could come to bring you to the good side! – Patton gesticulate with his hands, trying to emphasize his words. – Right, Ro?

 - Yes, yes!!

 - They could be twins… - Logan dreamed aloud. – What would be their difference?

 - Hmmmm… a mark on the neck!

 - I don’t have no mark on my neck.

 - We could paint!! – Patton clapped his hands, getting more and more excited with the forwarding of the idea.

 - Thomas will be mad with us if we make a mess, and we always make a mess painting. – Logan remembered, receiving instant solution from the side guardian of the creativity.

 - We could paint with colored pencils! – And pulled one from his pocket.

 - Is it purple? – Virgil questioned, a little afraid. However, when receiving a positive answer resolved to put some of his fear aside and took off his hoodie, feeling a little shivering for the suddenly cold that lightly hit him. – Ok, then. – And turned his head, showing his neck.

 - I don’t think colored pencil will work.

 - See and lea-

 The rest of his phrase was cut off by a squeal from the purple’s lover, who pulled himself over, a wobbly smile in his face and hands in a defensively in front of his body.

 - No tickles!

- You’re ticklish?? – Patton twinkled, almost literally. In a blink of an eye, he takes the pencil from the royal side and scribbled on Virgil’s neck, who shrank even futher, falling on the floor and being quickly followed by emotions’ guardian aspect.

 - Nahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! NohohohOHOHOHoho tihihihihCKEHEHEHEHEHEHES! – His nose wrinkled and the laughs flowed happy, high and strident through all the room. Roman couldn’t help but laugh along, summoning two more pencils from his pocket, throwing one at Logan’s direction as he began to draw pictures which only him could see on Virgil’s tummy with his own, getting snorts and shrieks as a reward and increasing the squirms.

 - ROHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHohohohohohop!!!

  He squirmed from a side to side, but that doesn’t seem to work. Nothing stopped his high pinch laugh bubbling from his mouth or the unbearably persistent tickles that painted a smile across his burning blushed face.

 Something held his feet.

 - I think he should have more marks, to best difference. – And then Logan put himself to scribble random patterns on the sole of Virgil’s feet, a shy smile in his face, a little crazy shining in his glare.

 LOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOGAN! – Now yelps, laugh, snorts and squeals were the only things that his lips could proper say, his free feet kicked, but in vain. His head going back and forth, part trying to run away and part trying to hide the big and rare smile in his face. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. - NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHA.

 The tickling stopped, and Virgil curled in a ball, attempting to rub the skin to remove the remain sensations; however find to be a impossible task in trying to get that bright smile off his face, as much as the blush.

 Only after his breathing had been controlled and his mind started to think on to threaten the other three with ‘I’ll tell Thomas!’, he realized that the laughter in the room haven’t stopped yet.

 He sat, noticing that the attention had now been directed to the royal side, who apparently also needed to ‘differentiate from his brother’. Virgil felt his smile change with the new chance of revenge. He didn’t even picked up the red pencil abandoned on the floor, quickly attacking Roman’s armpits with just his fingers.

 - And his brother seeks for his revenge!! Raaaaaw! – The high, happy and care-free laughs from every side danced through the entire place.

 And we can say that in the end any end was really decided.

#Sanders Sides #Tickle #Fluff #Everyone is a child #like #a real child #sorry for my morbid humor in the beggining #Kids can be scary sometimes #Lee!Virgil #a bit of Lee!Roman #Ler!Patton #Ler!Logan #Ler!Roman #Virgil #Roman #Patton #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #English #TickleTober 2019 #12º day tickletober

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'How was I suppose to know?! You were my first case!’

Author’s note: 

So, once upon a time there was a @yussuna, who gives the idea of a fanfic/drawing challengue to a crazy writer called Kanene.

Since them thing went down a downhill. 

And then this story born! Yaaaaaaaaay!!!

Okay xDD. But, seriously, this is one of the works I am most proud for, and I really, really would appreciate if you give this a shot. It is very crazy and random, I have to admit, but it has a golden heart.

XDDD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This is a totally original story! Who would knew I still knowing how to write it! :D

* This is a SFW oneshot. ^w^)b

* I need to warning for blood (kind of?), cutting and use of electricity as weapon. Nothing very detailed, though.

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

* Something around 4.000 words.

* Portuguese version (Brazilian’s one) coming soon (Provavelmente vai ser só de noite pq eu preciso sair agora, enton, desculpaa!)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Eat cucumbers and hug an a guardian angel!

                               [ ~*~]

“You need to stop staring me while I sleep, it’s terrifying.”

“Correction: Guard. And request denied. My system has been updated to not open a slightest infinitesimal loophole possible for you to escape.”

“Urg. You guys, ‘perfect’ guards, are SO exaggerated. - The freckled started to walk in slow steps to the kitchen, tossing his shirt to the couch, being followed by the dark as chocolate skinned, who frowned his face to the neglect with the garment lying faint in the furniture, his  impeccable posture almost undoing in disbelief as heard the other’s words.

“Pardon me, exaggerated?!”

Like a movie, they both saw the memories going by as a bittersweet trailer in their own minds: The guard enjoying the calm morning silence and the sweet aroma from the first batch of delicacies being deliciously baked in the nearest bakery in the exact sun rise, receiving greetings even from the singing birds. He felt absolutely charged. Calmly opened his eyes, submerging himself in his desire to hum as he blinked a few times, his glare being totally captured for a light movement on the window. His pupils made soft metallic sound as they  readjusted to better focus in the scene before him.

Which, for some reason, happened to be the fugitive blatantly falling out from the same, without a single hint of balance or sense of self-preservation as he lifted from the ground and started to fastly run through the yard which surrounded the house, the dolphin patterned pajamas shining with the dirt spots acquired from the garden. 

Mathias almost felt moved, even impressed, by the boldness, a feeling that deprived him from his actions for a brief pieces of moments.

Before leaving in a methodical and unbridled career after him.

“I was just practicing my morning run. I need to keep me alive until at least the next decade, preferably.”

“ You clearly was running away.”

“You have no evidence, and I just speak in presence of my lawyer.”  Opened his cupboard (his back staring the dark skinned and being a loyal confident for the police officer, who imitated him with gaudy gestures and grimaces) and placed the pan with water on the oven, his eyes meeting the other’s, who already was in his perfect position with erect back and impassive face, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as a slightly signal of embarrassment.  “Do you drink pure coffee or with milk?”

“Your devil’s advocate? And I don’t drink coffee, sir.”

“Mathias.” Completed the sentence that had already received its final point with a distracted tune, going towards the blender and filling it with water. Gave an ironic with a drop of amargure, crackle. “I’m not the devil. One of the demons, maybe. From the lowest class. The feathers from a fallen angel, to be honest.”

“ Pardon me?”

“You already live with me. - Guard. - Yeah, yeah. Guard, live, whatever. The thing is, we have been together for five months and you calling me ‘sir’ make me feel old.”  

“It’s not in my protocols to call you by your name, sir.”

“ -all powerful, Mathias.” Once again completed the finished sentence.

The guard narrowed his eyes to the grin from the other.

“I’ll keep completing all and any phrase of yours, then.” He poured the milk powder into the water, taking a full spoon just to put it in his mouth. “Chocolate milk, then?”

“I don’t have need to eat, si-” His sentence was interrupted when he noticed the sparkle in the shirtless’ look. “Matheus.”

“Mathias.”

“That was what I said, Matheus.”

This time was his round of receiving the annoyed look, sustaining its with a smile that illuminated the room and almost had his own chorus of heavens by the angelical and (false) innocent tune which he possessed.

“You’re pronouncing it wrong.” Had to blink, the smile was too shiny, even to his standards. He licked his teeth, his lips curling as he didn't break the gaze which he expected to be intimidating. “And you know it.”

“I am an, fluent in more than ten languages, android, sir Matheus. I can assure you that I know how to pronounce a name.”

Silence.

Matheu- Mathias let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head.

“You still haven't answered my question.” Started to mix the powdered coffee in the boiled water, the smell immediately spreading throughout the kitchen and the Perfect Police Officer code 128√e980 controlled his impulse to close his eyes to appreciate it deeply. “And don’t try to sell me this bullshit of ‘I’m an android and I don’t eat and nhenhenhe.’ I’ve already seen you stealing my gingerbreads in the middle of the dawn.” Still mixing the coffee as his had turned 270º degreedes to stare the the android who keep him under surveillance. - So? Chocolate Milk? Tea? Coffee?

The other thanked for his shade of skin that made difficult the perception of how much heated his facial system was; opened his mouth some centímeters, being almost possible to see the synapse powdery working in order to seek an answer on the same level of the half truth and half sincerity  teasing tune.

He didn’t find it.

“Chocolate milk.” Quiet murmur, deviated his gaze from the face which turned again to the activity being made, calmly humming.

It took some minutes drowned in silence while breakfast was being served. The police officer decided to help set the table, partly for a fact question of moral and empathy and the other part, more true, being the one which preferred ignore the dance steps, stuffed for the music that now freely flied from his lips, that Mathias risked, almost dropping plenty of times all the drinks on the floor for trusting on an equilibrium which he did not have when it came to floating.

Humans are so weird.

“Uhh. We’re out if breads… You will have to buy more.”

The law enforcement officer blinked once, twice and more three times in disbelief before facing the other. 

“Excuse me? Whose house is it?”

“Mine, but I can’t go out, remember? I’m in home prison.” Took a big sip of the not strained coffee.

“Misconception. You can move up to 100 meters from your home in order to perform activities to fulfill basic needs, as supermarketing.” 

“Oh, now I see. Do you mean that when I wanted to do my morning run to keep myself healthy and alive this rule never was mentioned, but now when it affects you, suddenly I can have rights and go roaming around?”

“Misconception. You are modificating my words in order to make me accomplish what you want.”

“Rude.”

“The bakery is next to your house.”

Mathias loudly took another sip of coffee, launching to the lively dark eyes an incisive condemnatory look. Few hair strands falling down his face.

“I am not paid for that.” The bright smile one go up, without any smile on lips, which twitched in an annoyed pout, and went grumbling to the prisoner's room to get his wallet, because he didn’t really had a payment.

“Thank you, dear. ~”

Per protocols androids didn’t swore, cursed and neither pronounce threats to any human, in life or not, regardless ofthe situation.

But that didn’t mean that they didn’t thought about it.

[~*~]

Mathias began to receive calls from the gang. He didn’t really gave much details about them, however he always researched a shade of pale skin more and more stronger with each of them. Sometimes the shade took too long to leave. All the numbers were from prepaid cell phones and their tracking always led to a dead end, no surprises from the biggest gang of the perimeter. They got people highly trained and infiltrated in any place. His guard work slowly and yet suddenly, metamorphosed in a protection work, which for some reason managed to calm both.

The robot who never had a name inhaled, observing his own breath being dissipated by the thick and cold drops, which plummeted from the sky in the shape of a majestic storm. It was night. A night without moon and with the only illumination stemming from light poles, automobiles headlights and his night vision. He had administered a dose of sleeping pill in Mathias’ juice, since the sleepless nights started to research a concern and definitely not healthy number. He already had studied each one of the contradictions from the product so as the long hair’s medical record, until know the right amount to use and be sure that it wouldn’t hurt him.

For this he found himself comfortable to enjoy at least for a second the sensation of freedom which he felt for being in the middle of this phenomenon. Closed his eyes and swirled in the same spot a few times, feeling with pleasure the freezing sensation took over his systems together with the wet grass aroma. The world was silent, as if even the nature shut up for a instante to appreciate its beauty.

It was… contagious, it was liberating. In the middle of the storm no one guard him, no protocols holded him, nobody weirdly stared him when he used the verb ‘feel’ and didn’t ignored him as soon they no longer needed his services.

There he was, was…

“NO!!!”

No?

Opened his eyes and three bangs, as little explosions one after another, became present. Few milliseconds after he felt himself fell, a second scream spreading through the air, cutting the calm and fullness he had been in.

Gasping. He was gasping. Weird feeling. Chest tightness. His pupils quickly focused in the form before him.

It had the green and blue colors mixed in small stripes through all his shape. It was bright. Bright enough at the point to completeky extinguish the darkness in the garden at night without satellites or stars. It was-

“MATHIAS??!”

Yes, with his long strands hair bouncing around his face, showing little fins which he had in place of ears; his pajamas hitting and vibrating strongly over his, literally, gleaming skin, whose shine seemed to spread even more with the rain that covered, yet no longer hit, them. He floated, as he always did when was distracted, however this time he seemed to have an established goal, his hand extended in an unknown energy field, apparently of protection, since in it contained two bullet projectiles, while his other hands was pressed in his shoulder which was-

“Shot! You’ve been hit!” Automatically the android connected himself in his Data Network, taking all the possibles and necessaries for the situation. His body impulsed itself, getting up and moving closer to the other, taking off his shirt and tearing it up to make a tourniquet. His gestures were quick and precise, even though his legs shook for a moment when heard the pain interjection, said in the middle of gritted teeths, from his partner. “How?” His glare was suddenly drawn to the three beings who were in attack positions, guns in hand and shining in their chests…

“Distinctives. They got hell of agents infiltrated in the police.”  He wanted to tell that his had a surprised tune, or even that he successfully attempted to hide the astonishment in his voice, but that would be a lie. Actually, this was one of his first theories he had when was arrested and, mainly, leaded to home prision. It was for this reason which in the first month he had been so wary and ignorant with the police android.

And now he got a shot for him. He, who would say?

He was sweating, damn, guns of that level din’t even caused a big amount of damage, however they hurted as if the bullet shards was tap dancing and perforating all of his nerves.

“Can’t you attack them?”

“What?!” His eyes widened, for a instant the pain on his shoulder being a little more light that the unbelieving. “I… Look, this shield is the maximum that I can do at the moment!” Talking hurt. Kneeded down and looked away, suddenly ashamed for his actual condition. “My energy is not physiologically capable to convert itself in any offensive device. Sorry, but you’re going to have to deal with the rest.”

The android’s hands shook, even though his expression remained stoic when nodded. He stared the three forms, who continued shooting bullet after bullet in synchrony. Flexed his arm and relaxed skillfully, as if he was stretching a whip, nevertheless, what actually came of his palm was copper wires, which quickly began to sizzle and snap as electric charge ran all his length. He approached to the shield protecting them, yet couldn’t see the police officers’ face.

Maybe it was for the best.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He blinked, and then knew about all the effect of electricity on a human being. He knew about the electric chairs, the tortures from Medieval Era World War and nowadays, knew about the electroconvulsive therapies and the perfect voltage to incapacitate an adult human of avarage height and weight.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He reached out his hand. Androids weren’t built to hurt humans. They were prohibited to do that. Each movement made feel like there was fire in his metal connections, the ‘error’ warnings beating and pulsing in each one of his systems as a series of spam, or that future appointment you would not want to be reminded right now.

He remembered the scream of pain, the sensation of freedom, the rain, the weird feeling in his chest and his work, his first case and in what it had been metamorphosed:

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

Protect Mathias.

“Undo the barrier.” If it was on the right voltage there wouldn't be much damage. “On three, tow, one…”

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

“NOW!”

A hole opened itself on the shield, allowing the three conductors wires to unfold themselves and grabbed in each of the police officer’s ankles, electricity discharges flowing through his body and suffering interferences by the rain.

His head throbbing as if the discharges had being on him, which makes sense, since something needed to be the source to charge his attack. Mathias passed, weak small steps, him, analyzing the bodies on the ground.

“Wow. You hit them all at once, and still got to see that they were androids. Impressive.” The one with freckles, not that this was noticeable in the sightly darkness which returned to ravage the place when his gleam amenized, turned out, his smile in a mingle of pain and congratulations. Their gaze met and he realized in the same second:

He didn’t knew.

The robotic voice screaming the protocol in his head shutted up. His eyes were moist, his mind throbbing, shrivers of pain running up his spine and his hands trembled.

‘It must be due to the rain.’, said to himself.

“Hey, we need to go, okay?” The worried face entered in his vision field, his hand went to his not-in-his-so-perfect-pose, shoulder, and he nodded in response.

They came in the house right to the bathroom and with a tweezer the one with technologic systems removed the bullet, wrapping the wound in gauze and pronouncing a few enchantments, offered by Mathias, on the said. The agent got up and moved toward the sink, washing his hands.

“We will need to leave as soon as possible.” He pulled out a pocket knife and unsheathed the blade, observing his reflex with a inexpressive face.

“Sure. I will start to pack the most importMY GOD WHY ARE YOU CUTTING YOUR FACE?”

The police, maybe no longer, officer raised his hand, preventing the other to approached even a single small centimeter. The only eye which was seeing properly, since the cut had been  just above his left eyebrow and the liquid spreaded in a intense flow through a great part of half of his face, focused in the opened cut as he stirred with the, previously sterilized, tweezer in it. Mathias felt an unpleasant goose bump travel through his body, making his bright color became in a more opaque shade, didn’t deviating the glare only for pure concern. 

“Tracking chip. We all have it in case of any emergency. And don’t worry, my nervous system is different from yours. Quick, pack our things.”

Sure that ‘our’ wasn’t just metaphorically. Mathias grabbed two bags and put the basic first: food, first aid apparatus, a pair of shoes to each one, flashlight, prepaid cell phone (like all the great people with important secrets, he got one), towel, raincoats and money to the complete makeover they would do. After that he arranged the superficial which he knew that had its parts of essentially: The book that the agent started one of these days, his pocket videogame, a SD card with important photos and THE teddy bear (whom it belonged? Mystery.) All together he came back to the bathroom, where needed to sew the other’s corrugator supercilii, who was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

They got on the first bus they found. A travel bus, the only main reason for being so crowded. The sat in the back for both precaution and privacy, which seemed a little to much cautelous, since the two kids jumping from side to side (”I TOLD you to not give them chocolate for dinner, John!! Now what do you want me to do, huh??? Look! I just want to see when-”) waking up the cute generic newborn baby with a powerful voice in a cry that filled every inch of the automobile. None conversation would be audible even if screamed.

They dried off and ate a little, the silence, way to talk since Angelly was teaching the parrot from the sleeping man sitting on front seat to repeat the word ‘poop’, always following them.

“What you are?”

“I…” They stared each other a little before Mathias looked, seeking to choose his words. “I was a result of an experiment. I can’t remember if I was a human before all of that or if I was created there, I just know that one day I… existed. And on the others days I realized that I couldn’t take anymore tests; They wanted to see how far my power could go, from where it comes, how it could be recreated, if it could be passed on… I couldn’t stand it, almost exploded. I managed to find an escape and ran away from everything. I can easily be confused with a human when I don’t gleam, as you can see, except for some details.” The freckled lifted a lock of hair, showing the different, exotic ears. The black-skinned listened attentively, leaning against him, both because his energy that was in less than half as the loss of his resources, and feeling Mathias equally relax and snuggle in his side as well. “Yet they can be easily hidden. Anyway, I went out into the world. Never had heard about here and even less knew about how everything worked and… Well, a guy from the gang appeared and said that they were looking for people to fill some vacancies there. He said it was enough to be good with secrets and know when shut my mouth and we would almost be as a family…”

Angelly threatened the bird when it ordered her to wash her mouth with soap, and now the animal kept flying around the ceiling of the vehicle while the child menacingly tried to toss peanuts on its. The tourist guide was praying, probably to the Judgment Day happen in the next few hours.

“And everything was being alright in the beginning. But the things I saw there… It was like I was one of the scientists who tested me long ago and I couldn’t… I surrendered, the cops arrested me and the rest is the story you followed.”

 Silence. Mathias was shaking, it could be sensed his whole chest trembling. The ex-police officer adjusted himself so that he could face him.

“I am sorry. Your… entire record seemed so authentic, I would never imagine something like that could happened.”

“Oh. That it’s good. because then you would realize in the exact same time that it was a story from a movie we saw in our first month.”

…

“Excuse me. What?”

“I knew you slept, I mean, recharged during them!! Very rude of you!”

“I didn’t absorbed useless information. What are you talking about?”

“I was joking, guardian angel. I wasn’t a experiment, lol. I am a alien. I’m grounded.” And finally released the laughs that held so much in himself, literally shaking as seeing the unbelieve face from the one who accompanied him, who quickly adjusted his impeccable posture and angrily pushed him, not even noticing the existence of the new nickname.

“You’re a what?”

“An alien. Octopus Specie, I think it is easiest to your database to relate.” Snapped his fingers, his appearance immediately changing for a young adult with long red hairs, freckles, one of the eyes shiny green as half of his stripes and the other blue as the other half. “Distant planet. The humans don’t have an idea about the existence of our galaxy.” The partner didn’t said anything, what give him space to continue explaining himself. “I made some shenanigans in the past so my parents sent me to here as punishment. I can only come back when I learn my lesson.”

“What do you-” Took a deep breath, forbade himself to seek for any logic. “And what is this lesson?”

“I don’t have any idea.” Answered, the guilt in his expression being totally overshadowed by the playfulness in his smile. “I slept in this part of the lecture.”

The android took another breath and deviated his glare, by the way he closed his hand in the seat leaded Mathias ponder if he was imagining that the said object was his face. Gluped.

“So, are you stuck in the Earth until you learn a lesson which you don’t have the single idea what is about?”

“Putting like this seems a bit too exaggerated, but yes.”

“I literally just resumed what you just said and G-a-ah! - Gave up. Leaned in the back of the bus, not even looking bothered with the much his head hit the wall in each irregularity in the trails, which was a lot, that they passed by. He massaged the tip of his nose. ‘Follow orders.’ They said. ‘It is just guard him for he doesn’t run away or has contact with the gang.’ They also said. ‘It won’t be so hard.’ THEY SAID-

In truth, no one in real life had told him that, however it was what always the movies showed, so it must be true.

“Did you really thought that I was a human?” From his tune it was perceptible that he stilled trying to control his laughter, most likely because he noticed that if one more laugh escaped from his lips, his shield would not be enough to prevent the other’s fury, who probably would take his base-protocol and throw in his face. “I always thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Of course I didn’t! How would I even suspect?” Awwww. He was doing the annoyed frustrated pout. Aaaah! Look at this ashamed blush.

“Well, I literally floated? And could rotate my head 270º degrees? And eat strange things?”

“You were my first case! I didn’t had any database about the habits of Homos Sapiens Sapiens, I mean, have you seen the weird traditions they have? There are gestures that in some area is a compliment and in the other is a coursing in the same country! Not to mention the most expensive coffee of the world is made with seeds defecated by a bird! The entire humanity doesn’t make any sense!”

“I know right? I started to float because I read a book and there the character did that! I thought ‘Wow, finally something we have in common!’, I just realized that no one did that when the peoples looked at me weirdly and started to applaud! Here, follow me: if they don’t do that why they say that they do?!” And then lowered down, as he was telling a secret. “I think they do that on purpose.”

The black-skinned nodded wisely, immediately being followed by the other.

“Tsc.” Snorted, irony filling his voice. “And they claim to be the most evolved specie of the planet.

“Cockroaches.”

“Definitely cockroaches.”

“They fits anywhere, don’t die, eat everything…”

“Not cucumber.”

“Cucumber?” Questioned, his line of praise being broken.

“Yes. Toxic components for them. No cucumbers.”

They were like two old ladies in a afternoon tea, gossiping.

“And who would know that aliens are so sarcastics?”

“What? So you’re saying that for me to be an alien I need to be submissive and quiet asking to come back to home or a guy without a slightly sense of compassion and a high technological evolution wanting to kill all living beings on the planet?” He rested his hand dramatically towards his heart, as if the sentence had hitted him there, his partner just rolled his eyes. “Prejudiced.”

“Science fiction works are, literally, the only database I have access about beings from other planets.”

“Rude. You have access to the memories of our past months, don’t you? Use that, guardian angel.”

The android pondered, slightly agreeing before took a battery and putting its in his mouth, absently sucking the electricity.

“What are we going to do now?”

“Well, first of all: mechanic and then… shopping!” Threw his hands up excitedly. “You need some djustes in your appearance to them not recognize us, and I’m not going to survive my fugitive life with just a couple of clothes!”

“Androids don’t go to mechanics, we have…” His protest was promptly ignored by the other.

“We also going to need a place to live, but that we can see that later.” Turned happily to the other, sparkling eyes. “And you need a name, Guardian Angel.”

“A name?”

“Yeah. Everyone has one, you should get one too, right?”

He smiled. Yes, he should.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

The bus followed through the sand trail, going at a slower speed, however almost finding no holes, letting the only movements to be a calm rocking from the vehicle. It wasn’t raining at that perimeter, just windy strong enough that even the duo away from the window could feel it. They closed their eyes, managing to capture without a lot of effort the sound of nocturnal crickets singing and jumping around. Mathias again leaned against the other, leading both to relaxed.

“You can rest, I get the night shift.”

“Humpf.” Amused snort, taking off his coat and clumsy putting on them in order to cover at least a little of them. “You, guardian angels, are always SO exaggerated.”

“Good night, Matheus.”

‘Night.’ Replied the other, telepathically.

#Mathe-I mean Mathias #Android #Original Story #Very random #Action #drama #comedy #oneshot #I am serious thinking about writing a sequel to this #Police officer #first case yaaaay #Poor adroid boyo #xDDDD #op #KaneneFic #KaneneArt #KaneneAU #Please don't repost #I was slightly inspred by Good Omens and Adam P. Young's works #They are AWESOME! #Tw: Blood Mention #Tw: Cutting mention #Tw: electricity #*inspired #Yussuna challengue

[kanene-yaaay]

E foi assim que começou...

Nota da autora: FELIZ TRÊS ANOS DE SANDERS SIDES, MEUS QUERIDOS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Eu sou relativamente bem nova na fandom, então esse é o primeiro aniversário desse grupo maravilhoso e incrível que não apenas guiou, mas também iluminou muito de nossos momentos, algo do qual sou grata imensamente!!!  <333

Bem, isso pode ser visto como a prompt do dia 20 ‘Accidental’, se você preferir. A verdade é que eu meio que não escrevi isso pensando no Tickletober, mas pode ser encaixado como uma luva! XPPP

Enfim, chega de papo!!! Espero do fundo do meu coração que gostem, meus lollipops. Essa oneshot aqui é bem grandinha.

Avisos:  Fanfic sobre cócegas de Sanders Sides. Tem penas, vinhas, vulnerabilidade, um mundo de cócegas ufanista, Lee!Logan, Lee!Patton, Lee!Roman e Lee!Virgil, tem mais cócegas leves, e é tudo bem loko. Se algo nisso lhe incomoda, por favor, veja outras das artes aqui nesse site, posso lhe garantir que existem coisas magníficas!! \0/

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Para Roman começou quando Logan parou de ir ao seu quarto para conversar sobre as novas ideias de vídeos e seus desenvolvimentos.

Não que isso fosse uma obrigação do mesmo (na verdade, ás vezes era bem frustrante e cansativo), mas virara parte da rotina do aspecto criativo, quase um ritual de vínculo familiar entre os dois.

 Na maioria da vezes era bom e o que trajava faixa se encontrou esperando por esses momento semanais que por algum motivo simplesmente deixaram de existir. Foram diminuindo pouco à pouco até se tornar tão esporádico que Roman tomou a responsabilidade em suas próprias mãos e agora fazia questão de visitar o outro quando sentia falta dessas reuniões ou simplesmente tivera uma ideia aleatória, mesmo que não desenvolvida.

 Nunca abordou Logan sobre esse fato, simplesmente por falta de alguma assunto que interligasse à isso ou por se distrair demais discutindo pontos bons e melhoráveis nos roteiros, no que podem ser modificados e o caminho pelos quais podem seguir, de tal forma que só se lembra de trazer isso à tona quando já estava fora do cômodo do outro, não encontrando muita motivação para voltar e quebrar o clima da conversa agradável que tiveram, em grande parte das vezes pelo menos, por algo do qual não sabia o caminho que iria tomar.

 Por isso o assunto ficou meio para trás.

 Para Patton, as coisas começaram um pouco antes, talvez no real início de tudo. Logo naquele período quando o mais lógico do Palácio Mental moveu sua cadeira na varanda para um ponto mais afastado e escondido da janela da frente.

 Aqueles momentos, quando as tardes de leitura na sala de estar foram trocadas para idas ao quarto de onde não retornava tão cedo, e ao retornar era apenas para ficar por pouco tempo ou em um local um pouco mais longe do sofá em si. Patton perdeu a conta de quantas vezes Virgil teve que silvar (como o gatinho fofo e sombrio que- okay, foco, foco!) até que Logan se transferisse para outro canto ou se dirigisse para o quarto.

 Patton não podia evitar de se sentir... preocupado com a sua mudança de comportamento, mas sempre que pensava em falar algo quanto à isso percebia o sorriso extremamente raro e de pura calma que parecia se abrir tão naturalmente no rosto do de gravata ao encarar algo em seu telefone.

 Por esse motivo, para ele, o assunto ficou meio para trás.

 Para Virgil, perceber a mudança da rotina e ordem natural da casa foi algo  absolutamente comum. Pequenas mudanças aconteciam com novas pequenas atividades, e Logan com certeza era alguém que sempre buscava explorar os mais novos tipos de conhecimento. Dessa forma, para a representação da ansiedade, as coisas só realmente começaram quando essa mudança de rotina realmente virou a nova... bem... rotina.

 O de moletom não demorou muito para começar à ter as mais diversas teorias como respostas para a mudança não tão repentina, todavia igualmente estranha. As hipóteses variavam de acordo com o seu humor, e iriam desde Deceit se passando por Logan (não possível, já que os dois já foram vistos juntos na última semana praticamente brigando para ver quem ficaria com o último biscoito do pote) até tudo ser culpa dele e de sua adaptação para os Lado da Luz, a qual aquela sua pequena voz no fundo da mente, a parte autodepreciativa, gostava de ficar o lembrando.

 No entanto, dentre todas, apenas uma hipótese se confirmou como verdadeira. Foi comprovada num dia frio, motivo pelo qual todos estavam trancados em seus quartos aproveitando-se do calor de sua cama.

 Todos menos Virgil, que já tinha uma proteção quase que natural ao calor (ele já aceitava o moletom como parte de si, não importa o que diga a sociedade) e se dirigia calmamente para a televisão a fim de reassistir alguns filmes em busca das referências que seu último vídeo de teorias da conspiração falavam existir, quando seus olhos se depararam com a figura de óculos deitada e soltando risadinhas borbulhantes no sofá encarando algo no celular.

 Logan. Risadinhas borbulhantes.

 Essa com certeza eram duas coisas que não pareciam nem um pouco encaixáveis, mas que, nossa, formavam um bela imagem.

 Então era isso. Logan tinha algum segredo obscuro. Algum segredo obscuro que lhe fazia rir de forma leve e alegre.

 (Chantagem, talvez?)

 O de moletom amaldiçoou o fato do aspecto lógico ser sempre tão respeitoso sobre seu espaço pessoal, seus pensamentos, opiniões, vontades e praticamente tudo que envolvesse Virgil se sentindo confortável, amparado e calmo ao redor de todos, porque isso lhe tirava toda e qualquer vontade maléfica para simplesmente chegar sorrateiramente atrás do de óculos e finalmente saciar de uma vez por toda sua curiosidade.

 Consciência. Por esse motivo, ele teve que deixar o assunto meio para trás. Mas não completamente, oh, não. Nunca completamente.

                                                        ~*~

 Logan se sentia inquieto. Batucava o tecido da calça de leve e olhava toda a paisagem, tentando focar em seus detalhes e analisá-los a fim de tentar tirar um pouco da sua mente sobre a história e a proposta lidas na noite anterior, mas seu cérebro era sempre um espírito indomável quando se tratava desse assunto, e trazia das mais diversas formas e cores os mais incríveis e vergonhosos pensamentos possíveis.

Passara a manhã inteira pensando nisso e antes que pudesse tirar um momento de pesquisa sobre os astros em busca de se focar em outra coisa, Roman chamou à todos para discutir em seu quarto sobre o novo cenário que poderia ser utilizado para o vídeo especial, o que se tornou uma proposta praticamente irrecusável à Logan, quem botava suas obrigações acima que quase todas as outras coisas.

 - Eu deixei o quarto em uma espécie de ‘folha em branco’ para que a gente possa pintá-la! – O nome talvez fosse um pouco literal demais, apesar de não captar toda a essência da floresta albina que circundava o quarteto. - Lógico que eu irei demonstrar primeiro antes de voc- COPLAY DE PANDA, SE VOCÊ COLOCAR ‘WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE’ MAIS UMA VEZ NESSE QUARTO, EU JURO PELA ESPADA SAGRADA-.

 Logan revirou os olhos para mais uma discussão entre os dois aspectos, e quando seu olhar baixou, sentiu seu corpo inteiro gelar, arrepios elétricos atravessando cada centímetro de sua pele e seus olhos se arregalando levemente, músculos retesados.

 A grama ao seu redor estava começando à se transformar, se colorir. De onde seus pés tocavam, espirais verdes começavam à se desdobrarem muito calmamente, como se alheia à tudo ao seu redor, inclusive o susto de seu ‘criador’.

 Porém, já nada na vida é fácil, claro que não era apenas em cor que a grama se transfigurava, mas também em forma. Os centímetros ao redor de seus pés não possuíam mais folhas, e sim pequenas penas verdes e, pelo que pareciam, extremamente macias.

 Logan se sentiu corar, todavia, mais que corar, ele se sentiu assustado...

Não. Assustado não é a palavra... apreensivo.

Seu olhar encarou os outros de relance, que felizmente não estavam lhe dando atenção alguma.

 Ele deu alguns passos para trás. A cor e as penas lhe seguiram, cada pegada deixando o local mais colorido e modificado. Logan sentiu a boca secar. Isso fora uma ideia ruim. Uma ideia péssima. Ele não era para estar assim, não era para ter pensamentos assim. Era o lado lógico, o racional, o sério, o confiável, o baseado em fatos, que não se deixava levar por sentimentos, que não se abalava por sensações, nunca, de nenhuma espécie e sobre nenhuma hipótese. ele era o porto seguro, a certeza, a calma e não... e não...

Inseguro.

 Apreensivo. Ansioso.

 Virgil se virou, deixando de Roman e Patton conversassem um pouco sobre o cenário para poder discutir um pouco as opções com Logan, já que esse provavelmente já teria algumas análises sobre o local e ideias mais cabíveis que-

 Seus olhos se arregalaram.

 "Vir aqui foi um erro. Eu tenho que fazer algo. Eu deveria... Eu deveria..."

 - Logan, Logan. Ei, ei, ei. - Ele levantou os olhos, se permitindo parecer tão vulnerável quanto se sentia. Virgil se aproximou mais, seus olhares se encontraram. - Está tudo bem. Está tudo bem. - sua voz tinha ritmo pausado, aveludado, calmo. Logan se sentiu relaxar um pouco mais. - Não tem problema nenhum, okay? Está tudo bem. Estamos aqui. Somos nós. E estamos aqui, do seu lado. Está tudo bem.

 O de óculos acenou, fechou os olhos por um momento e trouxe à mente memórias de Thomas quando o mesmo estava ansioso. Ele respirava fundo. Sempre respirava fundo.

 Respirar fundo. Segurar a respiração por sete segundos.

 Um...

 - Está tudo bem.

 Sim. Estava. Eram eles. Estava tudo bem.

 Virgil finalmente olhou para baixo, vendo o que parecia ser a fonte da preocupação do trajado de gravata. A cor verde começava à ficar cada vez mais vívida, mais palpável conforme as aspirais ao redor do mesmo ampliavam-se, tornando-se cada vez mais e mais cheias até as linhas divisórias se juntarem e formarem uma única e hipnotizante esfera esverdeada.

 Dois...

 Mantenha os olhos fechados. É mais fácil de se controlar de olhos fechados. Foco na respiração. Foco no escuro. Não há o que temer.

 Os movimentos eram calmos e precisos, calculados, hipnotizantes. Agora pequenas partículas brancas se desprendiam da esfera que se assemelhava à grama. Essas partículas volitaram no ar por alguns momentos antes de começarem à se alongar e tomar uma forma que parecia mais... macia, fofa, delicada.

  Três...

  Não há o que temer.

 Aquilo eram penas?

  Quatro...

  São eles. São eles. São eles. Não há problema porque são eles.

 Um vento veio, agradavelmente frio, como se trouxesse notícias distantes de uma chuva que estava à caminho. Era tão nostálgico que fez automaticamente todos os músculos de seu corpo relaxarem e o barulho de pequenas gotas atingindo as copas das árvores se tornar presente, mesmo que não houvesse nenhuma nuvem visível.

  Cinco...

  Eles são família. E o amam. Então não há com o que ter medo. Está tudo bem. Está tudo sobre controle. Tudo sobre seu controle.

 O vento fez com que as penas se movimentassem cada vez mais rápido, em espirais ao redor de Logan e seu semblante calmo e concentrado. Era como um pequeno redemoinho particular.

 E girava, e girava, e girava e girava girava girava girava.

  Seis...

  E ele poderia ser o aspecto da racionalidade, conhecimento e lógica sim, no entanto isso não o impedia de ser algo à mais. Nem de gostar do que gostava. Estava tudo bem.

 Sempre esteve.

 As vozes de Patton e Roman pararam de ecoar pelo local, seus olhares finalmente encontrando a peculiar cena se desenrolava em suas costas. Os dois se viraram, a atenção complemente capturada.

  Sete.

  - Logan?

 O aspecto lógico abriu os olhos.

 Expirar.

 O redemoinho explodiu, consumindo tudo o que estava em sua frente em questão de poucos segundos. Ninguém conseguiram ouvir nada e muito menos pronunciar alguma outra palavra. Se puseram em uma pose defensiva, braços à frente dos olhos e pernas prontas para fugir de qualquer perigo, até que percebessem que não havia perigo algum. As penas sequer tocavam direito sua pele, parecendo mais um afago do que qualquer outra coisa.

 As sensações pararam. O ar parecia diferente, mais frio, mais leve, mais aconchegante.

 E, quando tiveram a certeza de que tudo realmente parara, que não haveria mais nenhuma transformação, todos abriram seus olhos, o fôlego prendendo-se por um instante, como que por medo de estragar a obra de arte à sua frente. Ou melhor... O mundo à sua frente.

 Por todo o espaço as penas brancas flutuavam graciosamente até o chão, como pequenos pontos de tinta branco em meio ao mar de um verde floresta que cobria todo o gramado, o qual remexia-se com a brisa calma que lhe atingia e fazia com que penas verdes também se desprendessem do mesmo e voassem por uns instantes antes de voltar ao seu lugar de origem. Não que isso sempre fosse possível, já que algumas ás vezes acabavam se prendendo nos troncos acinzentados das árvores de copas frondosas e cores que iam de um tom pastel até cores vívidas e chamativas. Pequenas vinhas e cipós decaíam enroladas em ramos das mesmas, Roman tomou a frente e encostou curiosamente em uma de cor pastel, que se enrolou em seu braço, suave como um edredom e lançando à cada toque sensações elétricas as quais fizeram um sorriso se abrir involuntariamente em seu rosto.

 As árvores não eram muitas e nem muito altas, o que permitia que fosse visto com facilidade o céu nublado, não aquele que antecipava uma tempestade, mas o que previa um dia de clima agradável perfeito tanto para sair de casa em um passeio ao ar livre quanto para ficar em sua habitação embaixo das cobertas pondo em dia suas séries preferidas.

Virgil ouviu algo a mais, no entanto não precisou se concentrar muito antes de as vozes de tom aveludado se tornarem audíveis, como se fossem trazidas pela brisa de aroma agradável.

 “Você é simplesmente incrível.”

 “Isso faz cócegas, cócegas, cócegas, cócegas? ~”

 “Eu tenho orgulho de você.”

 “Oooooh, parece que alguém aqui é delicado?”

 “Obrigado pelo seu esforço.”

 “Eu nem fiz nada e você já é uma bagunça corada! Coothie coothie coo!”

 “Você fez um ótimo trabalho.”

 “O monstros das cócegas vai te pegar. ~”

 - NÃO! – O grito de Logan tirou todos do transe em que estavam, fazendo com que seus olhares fossem rapidamente em direção ao mesmo, o qual tropeçara e tentava se afastar de duas luvas flutuantes que balançavam provocativamente os dedos em sua direção. O sorriso imenso em seu rosto era quase perceptível em seu tom de voz, o qual também não tinha calor algum ao tentar afastá-las. – Não ousem aproximar-se mais um ínfimo centímet-ack!! Nohohohohohohohohohohoho!

 Todas as palavras se tornaram em vão, transfigurando-se em risadas quando as duas luvas ignoraram os avisos e atacaram suas costelas. Logan se deixou cair de vez no chão, pequenos bufos deixando sua boca ao mesmo tentar segurar sua risada, mas nada comparado com o volume do guincho pronunciado por Patton ao processar a cena que se desenrolava na frente de seus olhos. Ele mordeu o punho animado, não demorando nem mais um segundo para correr até o outro.

 - Logan!! Eu não acredito que você gosta de cócegas!!

 - Ohohohohohohohohohoho nahahahahahHAHAHAHAAHAaha – Os dedos começaram à se concentrarem em seus quadris, motivo pelos guinchos altos e risadas um pouco mais descontroladas que deixavam seus lábios, no entanto Logan usou toda sua força de vontade para cobrir seu rosto com as mãos, rolando para o lado a fim de não poder ver a expressão que o outro lhe mandava. Parte de si aliviado por não ter mais que esconder nada e parte ainda extremamente apreensiva com o que isso iria resultar.

 - Uh hun hun, senhorio!! – Patton reclamou marotamente, um sorriso de canto se abrindo em seu rosto enquanto o mesmo sentava-se do lado do de gravata, suas mãos voando com rapidez e habilidade para as axilas do outro. Logan soltou uma, como conhecida popularmente, ‘risada de porco’ antes de se perder completamente num mar de risadinhas, retirando as mãos do rosto para tentar parar o novo par que lhe atacava. Sua face estava completamente vermelha, o sorrindo faltando brilhar por ser tão grande como era, seu nariz se enrugava e pequenas covinhas já se mostravam presente. Patton sentiu seu olhar cintilar, também rindo. – Nada de esconder seu sorriso maravilhosamente lindo!! Nem posso acreditar que você não nos contou antes, Lo-lo!!!

 - Isso é... como você diria...? – Virgil apareceu, descobrindo ser uma tarefa impossível não sorrir diante da cena. As risadas melodiosas dos dois lados de óculos enchiam o ar. – Objetivamente e incontestavelmente adorável.

 Mesmo sem conseguir explicar o porquê, Logan gargalhou ainda mais, suas pernas debatendo-se quando o ‘pai’ do grupo, se cansou das axilas e agora atacava sua barriga, rabiscando, cutucando e fazendo com que seus dedos dançassem por toda sua extensão, algo o qual com certeza faria o aspecto lógico se encolher em uma bola visando defesa, isso se não fosse as luvas mudando seu ataque para as coxas, cada aperto liberando um guincho diferente.

 Um pensamento cruzou a mente do que vestia moletom. Seu sorriso sumiu.

 - Ei, Patton. – sua voz estava mais séria, um pouco temerosa. – Espere, espere, espere! – Ele segurou seu ombro, o puxando um pouco para trás, levando o de cardigã relutantemente parar seu ataque, encarando Virgil com um olhar de cachorrinho abandonado, com um Logan atrás de si agradecendo (talvez ‘agradecer’ seja uma palavra muito forte...) silenciosamente, ou o mais silenciosamente possível quando risadas e bufos escapam sem querer de seus lábios por causa por dois dedos que ainda arranhavam provocativamente a parte debaixo de seus joelhos, aproveitando para tomar alguns goles de ar.

 - Kiddo, eu sei que você também quer se divertir, mas tenha paciência e espere até sua vez.  – Virgil sentiu seu rosto inteiro ferver em brasas, ainda mais quando Logan se virou, aparentemente interessado na conversa.

 - Não é isso!!!! – Patton sorriu com o quão defensivo o de moletom soou. Virgil franziu a testa e revirou os olhos, apontando para todo o local. – Essa situação... tudo isso... É muita coisa para se mostrar de uma vez. Logan pode estar se sentindo vulnerável, talvez até desconfortável por ser exposto assim.

 Os dois se viraram para o dito cujo, olhares preocupados, alarmados, e Logan abriu a boca, apenas para que um pequeno grito saltasse dela quando as luvas começaram a amassar e apertar seus joelhos, ele tentou retirá-las de lá, mas em vão.

 - Ele precisa de um pouco de ar... Roman!! – A representação da ansiedade chamou a atenção do outro, o qual precisou se libertar de algumas vinhas antes de reunir ao grupo, o cabelo levemente bagunçado e um sorriso quase sem fôlego.

 - Oh, por que chamais jovem súdito indefeACK! – a fala do outro foi impedida quando o que trajava moletom agarrou as duas luvas e jogo-as em cima do aspirante à príncipe, que até tentou lutar contra as mesmas, mas foi subjugado em habilidades quando seus dedos encontraram seus pés. - VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!! NAHAHAOhohohohohohOHOHOHOHO!

 - Mals, cara. – Virgil sorriu de canto, recebendo com diversão o olhar fulminante, mas sem nenhuma raiva real em si, do aspecto da criatividade, já que era um pouco difícil leva-lo à sério quando o mesmo estava se contorcendo e rindo alegremente.

 - Uhuhu. Você é mal. – Patton também sorriu animadamente, antes de ambos se lembrarem do tópico de conversa anterior e se virarem para o mais racional do quarteto.

 Logan estava sentado, ajeitando seu óculos e gravata, o rosto ainda possuía resquícios de vermelhidão pela situação e um sorriso ainda remanescente. Tudo ficou um pouco quieto, tirando a representação da criatividade, que ainda ria com as cócegas. Talvez foi esse riso que deu à Logan um pouco mais de coragem para elevar o olhar, limpar a garganta e fixar os olhos nos outros dois pares que lhe observavam com cautela.

 - Q-quanto à pergunta anterior, Virgil. – Por um momento ele desejou que as vozes do vento parassem suas provocações, algo que foi prontamente atendido pelo cômodo. Graças. – Eu agradeço pela sua preocupação, e pela reação de todos livres de julgamento, no entanto, - “a vulnerabilidade, não, melhor, essa intimidade não me incomoda pelo simples fatos que são vocês, e eu sei que estou protegidos em suas mãos mais do que em qualquer outra do vasto Universo o qual pertencemos.” – N-não há realmente incômodo algum. – Seu rosto ia derreter, ele tinha certeza disso. – A sensação de vulnerabilidade só me incomodaria se o medo de rejeição ainda estivesse presente ou se nossa intimidade ainda não fosse forte. – Desviou o olhar. – A segunda situação certamente não é o caso, e quanto ao primeiro... Não há mais razão para ter medo. – e silenciou-se.

 - Oh, Lo-lo, você é tão bobo... – Patton se ajoelhou na frente do mesmo, encarando-o de um jeito tão tenro e carinhoso que por um momento Logan realmente percebeu porque o medo era irracional. – Não há problema algum gostar de cócegas. – O sorriso da figura paterna aumentou um pouco quando viu Logan contorcer-se e sorrir um pouco mais ao ouvir a palavra.

 - Nunca iríamos lhe criticar por algo assim. – Virgil não se abaixou, mas as entrelinhas de sua voz já diziam mais do que palavras. – Gosto é gosto, contanto que não faça mal para ninguém, não há problema algum.

 - Na verdade, está fazendo até bem!!! Agora sabemos o que fazer para ouvir suas belas risadas! – Patton sorriu maleficamente, balançando os dedos, o que fez Logan instintivamente cair para trás, buscando ajuda em Virgil, o qual pareceu um pouco surpreso com sua iniciativa, todavia também sorriu perversamente de canto, pegando no ar uma das penas e girando-a entre seus dedos.

 Logan se afastou mais alguns centímetros por precaução, pequenas risadas começando a se formar entre os lábios.

 - Sem contar que ele parece estar se divertindo tanto! -  A figura paternal apontou para Roman com a cabeça, todos se virando para observar a cena onde a representação de sonhos e esperanças ainda ria com o ataque de cócegas das luvas flutuantes, que aparentemente agora encontravam-se na missão de lhe arrancar risadinhas borbulhantes e risadas de porco quase ao mesmo tempo por rabiscarem com algumas das penas brancas seus pescoço.

 - A gente não deveria ajudá-lo?

 - Não se preocupem. - Logan ajeitou os óculos, seu tom recheado de diversão. - As luvas sentem quando a pessoa quer cócegas ou não. Assim que Roman não desejar mais isso elas irão parar. Todo esse ‘mundo’ funciona assim.

 – Admito que estou com um pouco de ciúmes. – Patton comentou distraidamente, pegando uma das penas que estava flutuando em movimentos giratórios até o chão. O mais lógico do grupo sentiu seus olhos brilharem, uma vontade de sorrir absurda tomando conta de seu corpo.

 - Oh, é mesmo, Patton? Bem, permita-me ajudar-lhe com esse impasse. – E antes que qualquer coisa pudesse ser respondida Logan abraçou o outro por trás, cravando seus dedos em sua barriga e fazendo com que gargalhadas explodissem da boca do de cardigã, o qual começou à se contorcer quase instantaneamente.

 - NÃHAHAHAHAHAHAHAO FOI Issihihihihihihihihih queHEHEHEHEHEHEHE EU QUIS DIZEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE! LOHOHOHOHohohohohohohohohohohoHOHOHOHO! – Suas risadas eram totalmente recheadas por gritos finos e guinchos quase tão adoráveis quando a sua personalidade.

 - Oh, mas depois de seu ataque, acredito que eu tenha o direito de me vingar. – As palavras do de óculos faziam cócegas ao atingirem os ouvidos do outro, que imediatamente tentou esconder o ponto delicado em seu ombro, recebendo uma framboesa no lado vulnerável de seu pescoço. – Que gentil de sua parte deixar à mostra esse seu ponto tão delicado para que eu possa fazer cócegas, cócegas, cócegas, Patton. Muito atencioso de sua parte.

 - NahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahaha!!! – Ele parou de lutar, apenas se contorcendo levemente e deixando-se levar pelo momento de travessura e carinho do outro. A provocação pintou um forte tom rosado em suas bochechas e pequenas gotículas de lágrimas começavam à se acumular no canto de seus olhos. Virgil bufou.

 - Não pense que eu também esqueci de você, Virgil. – Logan encarou apenas de relance o maquiado, mas apenas isso foi o suficiente para fazer com que um arrepio frio tomasse conta de sua espinha, sorriso começando à lutar para surgir em seu rosto, mesmo que o de óculos tenha voltado a atenção para a vítima em suas ‘garras’ seus instintos de fuga não pararam de apitar.

 Algo macio envolveu sua cintura.

 - NÃO!! Espera!!!– Virgil tentou desalojar a vinha que lhe envolvia, virando para trás à tempo de ver outras em suas cores claras vindo alegremente em sua direção. – Eu nem fiz nada!! Me solta-

 - Precisamente, caro Virgil. Você permitiu que eu fosse atacado sem levantar um único dedo, e acredito, que judicialmente, isso possa ser denominado de ‘cumplicidade’. – As vinhas macias começaram à se enrolar por todo seu corpo, vibrando como se ronronassem. Virgil fechou os olhos e franziu os lábios com força, tentando impedir que uma única risada deixasse sua boca. A expressão de Logan se suavizou um pouco. – Não se preocupe, as de cores pastéis são responsáveis por cócegas suaves. – Quando uma encontrou caminho até aquele ponto sensível embaixo de suas omoplatas e se instalou lá, a barreira quebrou, uma série de risadinhas, bufos e baixos guinchos flutuando da boca do mesmo, que sentiu suas pernas falharem e por isso acabou sendo carregado no ar, dando a sensação que flutuava em puras cócegas leves, macias e impossíveis de se ignorar. O sorriso em seu rosto não era gigante, mas parecia capaz de iluminar todo o local com sua fofura.

 E, para Logan, foi nesse exato momento, quando a risada de todos volitava e dançava despreocupadamente por todo o local que ele imaginara por horas à fio como ‘Seu cantinho particular de felicidade (e cócegas)’ que as coisas começaram.

 ... à ficar realmente interessantes.

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Nota da autora:  Heyioo!! Fiquei um tempinho sem escrever, mas tamo aí. A inspiração me atingiu de novo com mais uma fanfic para Sanders SIdes! (Alguém salva minha alma pecadora xDD). É meio agridoce, mas não se preocupem!! Tem um bastante fluff, apesar das partes das cóecgas terem ficado bem pequenas, porque... sla, me pareceu tão fofo que eu não consegui achar mais fofura para pôr! xP

Espero que apreciem do mesmo jeito!!! Se cuidem, meus lollipops! ^w^)s2.

                                                         [~*~]

Ele respirou fundo entrou correndo no cômodo, fechou a porta, suspirou aliviado e desistiu de controlar as lágrimas, então elas caíram.

 E caíram e caíram e caíram enquanto ele se deixava cair naquele piso de um frio estranhamente relaxante.

 E foi apenas isso. Apenas caíram. Apenas lavaram a alma que tanto doía, apenas mostraram o sentimento que tanto tentava não mais esconder, apenas fluíam em um fluxo que passeava por todo rosto até finalmente desabar em gotas.

 Ele tentou fungar baixo, realmente tentou, já que tinha em mente que o banheiro não era a prova de som. No entanto, ele era o coração, o cúmulo das emoções, o guardião dos sentimentos, por um motivo. Ele os vivia mais intensamente. Os sentia imensamente.

 Todavia, também sabia que todos os outros lado estavam ocupados, então havia com o que se preocupar.

 Por isso ele demorou o tempo que precisava, todo o tempo que queria. Meia hora, uma hora, quinze minutos... Não importava.

 Patton só saiu de lá quando a última gota caiu.

 Se levantou, as pernas meio falhas. Tirou os óculos e os limpou na blusa. Respirou fundo uma, duas, três vezes.

 E algumas mais.

 Foi em direção à pia, e lavou o rosto, mesmo sabendo que isso não mudava praticamente nada no inchaço e vermelhidão que sua face assumia depois de choros assim. Suspirou. Encarou seu reflexo, com um olhar analisador. Algumas horas de vídeos engraçados e fofos seriam o bastante para o momento. Sairia para pegar alguns petiscos na geladeira quando apenas seus olhos estivessem vermelhos e assim fosse mais fácil não se ver... não que ele quisesse esconder dos outros, apenas não queria... mostrar.

 Depois iria tentar convocar uma noite do filme e adormecer encostado em alguém.

 É. Acenou para si mesmo. Isso parecia ser o ideal. Uma sombra de sorriso surgiu em seus lábios.

 Se virou e abriu a porta, encontrando um Roman prestes à bater na mesma.

 Os olhares se encontraram no exato momento, ambos igualmente assustados. Patton sentiu-se paralisar, antes de seus instintos de fuga retomarem o controle, fazendo-o rapidamente correr de volta para o banheiro e se trancar lá dentro.

 Inspirou. Expirou. Inspirou. Expirou. Repetiu esse movimento mais umas três vezes, buscando acalmar o coração pulsante e a adrenalina em seu sangue. Sabia que o outro ainda estava lá fora. Sabia que ainda teria perguntas, que teria que se explicar, que teria que o deixar entrar nessa bagunça complicada e complexa que ele era.

 Mas ele também teria conforto. Teria companhia. E calor humano. E carinho.

 Ele se lembrou do olhar do outro: assustado, alarmado, preocupado.

 Esfregou os olhos, respirou fundo e uma parte de si se perguntou se Roman realmente ainda estava lá fora.

 Abriu a porta.

 Ele estava.

 O coração de Patton parou, se derretendo, e Roman não pronunciou uma única palavra, o que era raro para o mesmo, apenas estendeu os braços num olhar pleno e de pedido silencioso.

 O aspecto moral o agarrou rápido e com força, as mãos segurando o tecido da blusa o mais forte possível e as lágrimas que ele nem sabia que ainda tinha voltando.

 O aspirante à príncipe permaneceu em silêncio, seus braços o envolvendo por inteiro, uma mão acariciando as costas e a outra penteando levemente o cabelo. Seu queixo descansando no topo da cabeça do outro enquanto cantarolava baixinho uma música qualquer e balançava a figura paternal com ternura pura demais para ser descrita.

 Logo o fluxo de lágrimas cessou, o que não significou o fim do abraço nem do carinho, apenas da música, uns minutos depois, que foi trocada por a voz aveludada e baixa do outro. Patton se surpreendia cada vez mais.

 - O que houve, padre?

 - Só aquela saudade repentina, sabe, Ro-ro?

 - Eu sei.

 O cúmulo da paixão e sonhos começou à massagear seu coro cabeludo e Patton sentiu todos seus músculos automaticamente relaxarem. Ele se deixou ser transportado para um lugar, e quando abriu os olhos estava deitado na cama de Roman, extremamente macia e gigante se comparada com qualquer outra do Palácio Mental.

 - Agora vamos assistir um filme! – um movimento de mãos e uma televisão enorme surgiu na parede, mais outro e milhares de salgadinhos e quitutes apareceram em potezinhos no colo de ambos. – Disney? Comédia? Ação? Romance? Pixar? – Os exemplos brilhavam por um momento na tela antes de serem trocados por outro. Roman se virou, olhar brilhante e acalentador, um sorriso que parecia demonstrar todo seu amor. – Hoje a escolha é sua.

  Patton se sentia mais e mais abismado à cada minuto que se passava. Tudo soava estranho demais. Tudo parecia... irreal demais. Ele não podia se impedir de sentir-se um pouco mal. Sentir-se como se estivesse abusando da bondade do outro, como se o estivesse forçando à lidar com um problema que não era seu. Normalmente não era assim, normalmente era ele quem... quem... quem cuidava dos outros

 - Qualquer um que você quiser, querido. – E um sorriso ínfimo se abriu em seus lábios. Alguma coisa em si ainda se mantendo calma com o furacão que estava em seu interior.

 - Oh, não, não. – Roman negou, se aproximando um pouco mais. – Hoje a honra será totalmente sua, meu caro Patton! – cada palavra foi pontuada com um beijo em cada uma de suas bochechas, o qual começou à soltar risadinhas descontroladas, sentindo o rosto queimar. – Considere-se abençoado.

 Como tudo isso conseguia ser tão estranho, e... não. Mais que estranho, mais que diferente...

 Bom.

 Patton riu mais um pouco, colocou a língua entre os dentes e pensou um pouco mais.

 - Talvez A Princesa e o Sapo?

 - Seu desejo é uma ordem!!

 Em poucos segundos o filme já tocava no fundo.

 O aspecto da criatividade se aproximou, pouco à pouco, até ser capaz de conseguir envolver o companheiro em seus braços, embalando-o e encostando seus lábios no topo de sua cabeça antes de sussurrar.

 - Obrigado por me deixar cuidar de você, padre. Eu sei que não é fácil.

 Isso fez Patton arregalar os olhos e seu coração expandir-se ainda mais, se é que isso era possível. Ele estendeu a mão, entrelaçando seus dedos com os de Roman quando este também lhe estendeu a sua.

 - É só que... normalmente sou eu que tenho que cuidar de vocês. Eu sou o pai, deveria ser mais forte.

 - Você é forte! – Roman imediatamente rebateu, soando ofendido. – Patton, você é o coração! É aquele que não importa a situação sempre tenta dar seu melhor, mesmo que isso te machuque, mesmo que isso traga consequências que todos temos medo de enfrentar... você ainda permanece correto nas suas ações. Você consegue ver o lado bom de tudo e de todos e está sempre lá, mesmo que seu dia também não tenha sido o dos melhores!

 Seus olhos começaram à lacrimejar, e Patton sentiu uma mão delicadamente direcionar seu queixo para trás, afim de que pudesse encarar o olhar cheio de energia e determinação do outro.

 - Patton, você merece tudo isso e muito mais, okay?

 Ele não pode se impedir de sorrir, de soltar pequenas risadas envergonhadas. O tom de Roman se tornou um pouco mais aveludado.

 - Okay, Patton?

 - Okay. – E abraçou o aspecto do amor e do romance.

 Estava já quase na parte em que Tiana ia em busca da cura para poder voltar a ser humana quando o abraço foi findado. Patton começou à realmente se envolver com o enredo do filme quando uma sensação quase o fez pular até o teto.

 Discretamente ele encarou sua barriga, encontrando a mão de Roman batucando seus dedos na mesma e deixando com que sensações elétricas e que faziam um sorriso involuntário se abrir em sua face, se espalharem por todo o seu corpo. Ele contorceu-se levemente, o que não parou o movimento.

 As cócegas eram suportáveis, Patton decidiu, e ele realmente não queria quebrar esse momento tão agradável que compartilhava com o príncipe. Poderia aguentar até o fim do filme, claro. Já estava quase no meio, de qualquer forma! Era só uma pequena questão de tempo!

 - Vocês está bem, Patton? Pareces um pouco agitado.

 - Não é nada, Ro-ro!

 E praticamente saltou quando um dos dedos encontrou seu umbigo. Roman o encarou com uma sobrancelha levantada, mas sem realmente questionar alguma coisa. As cócegas pararam. O que trajava cardigã permitiu-se relaxar um pouco.

                                                                                                ‘E se ele começasse a traçar seus dedos beeeeeem levemente por toda a sua barriga?’

 “Você de novo não.”

 ‘Imagina essas unhas rabiscando seus lados!! Sua voz fazendo cócegas em seu ouvido enquanto te provoca... Isso não seria incrível?!’

 ‘Ah! Ah! Ah!! E se ele soltasse pequenas framboesas em sua barriga? Pequenas e rápidas, a ponto de você não ter ideia de onde ele vai atacar na próxima vez! Ah! E também, se ele apertasse seus quadris...’

 Patton controlou, novamente, seu impulso de contorcer-se, e esconder seu rosto, agora em chamas, em suas mãos. Bastava apenas um pequeno estímulo e pronto! O estrago estava feito!!

 Agora ele queria desesperadoramente algumas cócegas.

 Seu olhar pousou, de relance, na mão que ainda descansava plenamente e muito calmamente em seu estômago, sem ciência nenhuma da avalanche que havia causado. Aquela pequena vozinha continuava criando os mais diversos cenários em sua mente, seu rosto ficando cada vez mais fervente, o sorriso mais incontrolável e o filme cada vez mais esquecido.

 Talvez foi por toda essa sua auto-antecipação, que o de óculos praticamente atingiu o teto quando uma sensação leve atingiu a sola de seu pé, um guincho quase inumano deixando seus lábios.

 Roman pausou o filme, assustado, rapidamente pondo-se à postos para enfrentar qualquer perigo que pudesse ameaçar o bem estar de seu pa-

 E então ele ouviu as risadas.

 - Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Rohohohoho-rohohohoho!! Párhahahahahahahahaha!!

 - Mas eu não estou fazendo nada, meu querido Patton. – o sorriso que abriu em seu rosto pela cena preciosa em sua frente era facilmente perceptível em sua voz. Não demorou muito para encontrar a fonte do “ataque”:

 O quarto inteiro de Roman era programado para se modificar ao sentir o mais ínfimo nível de desejo criativo de alguém e, aparentemente, esse alguém agora era Patton. E era por isso que duas luvas macias arranhavam gentilmente as solas dos pés do outro, indo do calcanhar até a ponta dos dedos e liberando os mais diversos tipos de risadinhas.

  - RohohohOHOHOHOHOHohohoho!!! – O aspecto moral se contorcia em seus braços, um sorriso enorme na face, o nariz enrugado e a voz embargada pelos guinchos e risadas de porco. – NHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaha!! Ajuhuhuhuhuhuda!!! – E se dissolveu novamente em rápidas e fofas risadinhas.

  Roman mordeu o lábio. – Claro, meu caríssimo Padre. – E suas mãos se reposicionaram na barriga do outro, que começou à se contorcer mais, a cabeça indo de um lado para o outro negando o destino que estava para receber. Risadas maléficas derramaram-se pelos lábios do príncipe.

 Cada traçado, rabisco e aperto gerava e aumentava um novo fluxo de risadas no outro, fazendo-o ir dos tons mais agudos até os mais profundos e graves. Lágrimas começaram à se acumular ao redor de seus olhos e, enquanto as gargalhadas e cócegas tomavam conta de todo o seu corpo, Patton nunca se sentiu tão grato por tudo e qualquer coisa. Apenas se sentar lá e receber todo o amor e carinho, sem pensar em nada, apenas aproveitando, parecia um sonho.

 - Ohoho. No no, Padre. – Roman murmurou, os lábios em contato com o pescoço do outro, fazendo com que cada palavras resultasse em pequenas vibrações que faziam até seus nervos rirem aquelas risadas borbulhantes. – Agora o grande monstro das cócegas te pegou! E não há como pará-lo!!! – E ele continuou cutucando seu umbigo, as mãos de Patton que seguravam as suas sendo absolutamente nenhuma barreira, já que não faziam nenhum esforço real para impedí-lo!! Muahahahaha!

 O corar se espalhou até suas bochechas, as risadas saindo abafadas quando Patton se virou para abraçar Roman, que mudou suas técnicas para um rabiscar de leve pela sua costas, as gargalhadas se tornando risadinhas sonolentas e mais suaves.

 - Ohohohohbrigado, Roman. – Fechou os olhos, apertou o abraço, começou à adormecer.

 - Seu desejo é sempre uma ordem, Patton. Não há de quê.

 Um sonho.

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Patton tem um segredo ~

Nota da autora: Aaaaah!!! Okay! Okay! Estou extremamente animada e ao mesmo temo envergonhada em postar essa fanfic! Demorei umas cinco horas a escrevendo, o que significa que eu REALMENTE preciso treinar mais escrever T-fics, porque se continuar assim vou acabar de escrever minhas ideias só daqui a 94 anos xDD.

Beeeeeem... Espero que gostem!! Ah, e caso tenham alguma ideia de história, podem me falar! Adoro ouví-las!

Avisos, fatos aleatórios, coisas aleatórias e tals:

* Esse mundo e personagens não pertencem à mim! Sanders Sides pertence à Thomas Sanders

*  Isso é uma fanfic que gira em torno de cócegas, por favor, se você não gosta ou não se sente confortável com o assunto, leia alguma outra história! Tem obras maravilhosas por aqui! 0/ . Não tem bem algum shipp em si, mas fique á vontade para ver yaoi aonde quiser! \0/.

* Umas 3.500 palavras. -w-)b.

* Perdoe-me qualquer erro ortográfico! Por favor, toda e qualquer crítica construtiva é bem vinda! \(-w-)/

* Isso acontece um pouco depois do vídeo de Nostalgia a pá, mas não é obrigatório saber isso ou ter visto esse vídeo para ler a fanfic. Tem um pouco de spoilers, no entanto.

* Versão em inglês, yaaaaay! Obrigado pela leitura, meus lollipops! Tenha uma semana maravilhosamente divosa, beba água e espero que aproveites a história!! -w-)s2

                                                       [~*~]

Podia ser visto como um passatempo, até mesmo uma rotina, na verdade, pela frequência de vezes que Patton mimava os outros três (e vez ou outra, quatro) integrantes da família que vivia no Palácio Mental. Ele não podia evitar, saber que tinha nas suas mãos a possibilidade de iluminar os dias, chuvosos ou não, de seus ‘filhos’ e pôr um sorriso, mesmo que envergonhado, em suas faces, era algo que o fazia se sentir feliz e completo, como se dessa forma estivesse iluminando seus próprios dias.

 Por isso era muito estranho vê-los virando a mesa.

 Nos dias que se seguiram à conversa que tiveram e visita ao seu quarto (pensar nisso ainda trazia um arrepio agridoce por sua espinha), pelo menos uma vez e por alguns minutos do dia, todos os holofotes se viravam para o amante de gatos do quarteto.

 Como naquela manhã, onde ele fora acordado por uma maré de fofura e carinho, com quinze filhotes de cachorros invocados por Roman e colocados em sua cama sobre a ordem de “ATACAAAAAR”, levando o despertar de um Patton extremamente confuso que logo foi subjugado por lambidas e pequenos latidos, não demorando para arrancar gritinhos alegres e risadas do de cardigã.

 Ou como aqueles momentos aleatórios do dia em que não há ninguém por perto e por isso Virgil se sente completamente à vontade para envolve-lo em seus braços num abraço calmo e com muitos mais significados do que as palavras poderiam dizer, onde Patton se controla ao máximo para não surtar (muito), principalmente naqueles outros pequenos pedaços de tempo onde o de casaco roxo acaba mudando de canal para os desenhos preferidos do de óculos, alegando por entre múrmuros de irritação superficiais que “Não há nada melhor na tv.”

 E também tinha Logan, oh Lo. Talvez nunca antes, salvo festividades, Patton tivesse recebido tantos presentes. Iam de livros à músicas que ficavam tocando em background no seu quarto, expressando todos aqueles sentimentos que tanto confundia aos de óculos. Moralidade gostou igualmente dessa abordagem. Grande partes das músicas falavam que ia ficar tudo bem.

 Mesmo assim ele não podia negar que amava cada segundo tudo isso, quase ao mesmo passo que admitia ser um pouco estranho, novo.

E talvez fosse por causa de todos esses mimos que ele se sentiu um pouco mais livre para demonstrar um pouco mais de si, pouco à pouco... E assim se encontrou pedindo para que Roman lhe conjura-se um tablet. Claro que poderia fazer isso por si mesmo, no entanto as conjurações de Roman sempre foram as mais detalhadas, criativas e maravilhosas do Palácio Mental! Sem contar que ele sempre parecia grato em fazê-las, dizendo que eram boas para sua inspiração.

 Isso fôra a uma semana atrás. Uma semana desde sua mais nova descoberta na internet, mais ou menos culpada pelas noites de sono que se reduziram para aumentar o tempo de navegação na rede.

  “Tickly Community”

 Apenas pensar em seu significado já fazia com que ondas de calor se espalhassem pela sua face, tão involuntário quanto o sorriso que se abria em seu rosto e aquela sensação quente e aconchegante entrelaçasse seu coração.

 Cócegas, ele se contorceu rapidamente, uma das formas mais puras e simples de mostrar confiança e carinho à alguém. Uma atividade comum para criar laços, que alguns não gostavam e outros amavam.

 E Patton sabia em qual grupo se encontrava.

 Era uma espécie de vício, ou até mesmo uma espécie de companheiro, como ele preferia pensar, estando presente não apenas quando ligava o aparelho eletrônico, mas em todo e qualquer momento do dia. Parecia que tinha um pequeno anjinho com orelhas de gato e voz fofa o qual simplesmente aparecia do nada para lhe falar como qualquer atividade do dia ficaria melhor adicionando algumas cutucadas, rabiscadas e risadas doces e incontroláveis.

 Isso sem contar os filmes, séries e desenhos animados, que insistiam em jogar uma (ás vezes mais) cena de cócegas quando ele menos estava preparado. E Patton jurava que nessas horas perdia todas controle de seu corpo, porque ele sempre sentia estar sorridente demais (mesmo quando seu cérebro ordenasse que ficasse sério... Bem, ele sempre foi um cara mais coração do que mente, de qualquer forma), agitado demais, e encarando o filme ‘demais’.

 Sem contar no quanto dificultava para o de óculos escolher posteriormente qual das obras era a sua preferida (Spoiler: Ele sempre acabava escolhendo todas e reassistindo-as).

 Seus dedos digitaram o URL que já conhecia, favoritara e decorara. Se aconchegando ainda mais no sofá enquanto todos os links se abriam na sua frente. Adorava ler histórias que gravitavam ao redor desse assunto. As descrições faziam com que dedos imaginários passeassem por cada um de seus pontos de cócegas... Ou pelo menos aqueles que ele imaginavam ainda ser seus ponto, havia um bom tempo que atividades como aquelas não aconteciam com Thomas ou no Palácio da Mente, então o de cardigã não tinha total certeza se era tão suscetível como antes. Urg. Pensar nisso o deixava triste, desta forma o lado moral resolveu se focar nas histórias a frente.

 Talvez tivessem passado algumas horas ou alguns minutos, ele não saberia dizer, mas poderia sim confirmar que visualizara por volta de três vídeos simplesmente adoráveis e estava em sua quinta história quando-

 - OH PATTON, MY PATTON!! – O grito fino e o pequeno pulo que o de cardigã deu como respostas pareceu divertir o príncipe, seu sorriso estonteante apenas aumentando. – O que ‘tá vendon? – Deixou-se cair no braço da mobília mais perto de onde a cabeça de Patton repousava, levando-o automaticamente desligar o tablet com pressa.

 - Ah, nada, nada. – O ‘pai’ do grupo acenou num getso em que parecia espantar algum inseto. – Apenas receitas novas de bolo! Thomas exagerou nas compras de Crofter’s e, mesmo sem fogo, queria ajudar à queimar o estoque. -Ambos riram do pequeno trocadilho.

 - Você parecia bem feliz – Virgil não pôde se impedir de abrir um sorriso de canto, orgulhoso quando o de óculos soltou o seu segundo grito naquele curto espaço de tempo, parecendo realmente não ter percebido que o de casaco roxo tinha se estabelecido na outra ponta do sofá. Seus olhos brilharam quando notaram o tom avermelhado que o rosto de Patton assumiu.

 “Parece que o jogo virou, não é mesmo?”

 - Q-quando-do. É-é... – por um pedaço de momento ele se embaralha, tropeça nas letras e quase se perde, antes que o seu rosto se estabilizasse num sorriso e as palavras param um pouco de cair de seus lábios. Uma sensação incômoda se mostrou presente nos estômagos dos outros dois lados, vendo o quão treinado o que trajava cardigã parecia em controlar e esconder os seus sentimentos. – Vocês Sabem o quanto eu amo apreciar essas pequenas coisas. – Risadinha.

 - Oh ho ho!!! – A risada retumbante da figura real se tornou presente ao mesmo passo que ele se aproximou ainda mais da Moralidade, ignorando todo e qualquer significado de “Espaço Pessoal” – Parece que nuestro padre está escondendo alguma coisa. ~

 Talvez fosse o Lee Mood atacando, talvez fosse porque aquela frase parecera imensamente com diversos dos diálogos que lera nas histórias que tanto rodavam a mente, podia até mesmo ser o rumo brincalhão que tudo isso estava tomando, mas Patton sentiu-se apenas rir, contorcendo-se para tentar desviar das investidas de Roman para tentar pegar o aparelho de suas mãos, saindo-se incrivelmente bom nisso, o que definitivamente irritou o aspecto da Criatividade, levando-o à soltar um bufo.

 - Uma ajuda, Nuvem de Tempestade?

 - Achei que os príncipes fossem autossuficientes. ~

 - O que.. E nós somos! Ainda mais quando pessoas como você nos obrigam a fazer todo o trabalho. Uma mãozinha de vez em quando cairia bem.

 - Tch. Não dá. – Virgil estalou a língua, com a ironia derramando-se em sua voz ele levantou as mãos. – Só tenho duas.

 A carraca de raiva do príncipe misturou-se comicamente com o guincho animado de Patton, que saltou para a posição sentada, aproximando-se, assim, com mais facilidade do de moletom.

 - Isso foi um trocadilho?? – Seus olhos pareciam que iam virar estrelas, do tanto que brilhavam. Virgil arregalou os olhos, escondendo-se no capuz, murmurando um “Não” parte irritado, parte envergonhado e parte feliz por ter colocado aquele sorriso no rosto do outro.

 - Ahá!! – A expressão de vitória logo tomou o espaço da raiva no rosto do outro quando ele conseguiu puxar o tablete de suas mãos. – Ótima distração, meu caro súdito gótico.

 Ele apertou no botão de “Ligar”.

 - Não! Espere!! – Sua voz possivelmente saiu mais alta do que o normal, ou mais vacilante, ou até mesmo mais desesperada. Patton espichou rapidamente, em busca de recuperar o objeto. Não sabia muito bem explicar porque o pânico repentino, sempre sonhara em contar esse segredo para os outros lados, mas... de repente ele sentiu medo. Medo de que os outros achassem estranho, medo que não gostassem, de que se sentissem obrigados, medo de que o olhassem diferente, medo de que não entendessem bem seu gosto e o interpretassem errado, medo de tudo isso e de mais algo ao mesmo tempo.

 Os dois lados pareceram alarmados, e isso o fez duvidar do porque sentia esse medo. Eles eram sua família. Seus doces filhos preocupados e de gostos excêntricos que nem os dele. Seus filhos que cuidavam dele. Sentiu-se bobo, porém isso não mudava os olhares que foram mandados em sua direção.

 - Roman... – Virgil começou, um tom levemente ameaçador tomando força em sua voz.

 - Claro! Aqui está, Padre. – ele entregou com um grande floreio o tablet em suas mãos, um sorriso apologético na boca, um olhar um pouco mais profundo na face. – Espero que saiba que foi só uma brincadeira! Não há honra maior que manter a salvo nossos segredos! – Piscou, divertido, se levantando com uma mão descansando na direção do coração, enquanto a outra gesticulava sem parar. – E se é questão de honra, pode contar comigo para dar a vida em resguardá-la e protegê-la! – Abaixou-se em reverência, segurando uma das mãos de Patton e a beijando, fazendo rapidamente que a expressão de medo do outro se dissolver em um sorriso animado.

 - Ah!! Deixe-me corresponder seu beijo! – E então, do bolso, o aspecto moral retirou um pacote de gelatina nomeado de ‘Beijinho’, jogando-o em Roman, que agarrou-o por reflexo.

 - Você guarda isso no bolso só para fazer trocadilhos?? – Virgil questionou, desistindo da pergunta assim que Patton revirou os olhos com um sorriso travesso, dando de ombros.

 - Não...?

 - São realmente bons! – o príncipe exclamou com a voz abafada pelas dezenas de doces que tinha enfiado na boca e agora tentava mastigar. Patton sentiu uma mão pousar delicadamente em seu ombro.

 - Você sabe que não forçaríamos você à nos dizer nada com o que não se sinta à vontade ainda, certo?

 - Claro que sei, Virgil. – O de cardigã anuviou o sorriso, desviando um pouco os olhos para o colo, onde o tablet repousava calmamente. O jeito com que os dois agiram, tão doces e adoráveis...

 Ele nem sabia porque estava com tanto medo em primeiro lugar.

 - Mas... não. – Sua voz saiu antes que algo pudesse a impedir. – Eu quero contar.

 Isso automaticamente fisgou a atenção de ambos, o interesse brilhando em suas expressões. Claro que eles tinham sido os mais compreensíveis possíveis com o aspecto paterno, mas isso não modificara a chama de curiosidade que a situação fizera surgir em alguma parte da mente, e de repente esta pareceu mais forte do que nunca. O de óculos ligou o aparelho.

 - É algo bem meio bobo... – A mão de Virgil apertou seu ombro de forma encorajadora, Roman se aproximou mais e foi presenteado com o aparelho, agora ligado, sendo depositado em suas mãos. – Mas eu gosto de cócegas!!

 Sua fala saiu rápida e meio baixa, ele levantou os olhos rapidamente, antes de abaixá-los em igual velocidade e brincar com a ponta do cardigã em seus dedos. Patton era uma pessoa de várias expressões e gestos e pulinhos e alegria, mas, em momentos assim, ele simplesmente se sentia levemente envergonhado, como o rubor queimante em suas bochechas poderia comprovar.

 E alegre. Uma alegria extremamente aliviada por não ter que esconder nada da sua família.

 - Patton, - de óculos levantou o olhar, apenas para encontrar Virgil lutando com um sorriso de canto, até desistir da batalha e deixá-lo tomar conta de seu rosto. Patton o olhou com expectativa, sentia que tinha posto um pedaço da sua alma nas mãos dos dois e perguntado “E então?” – Isso é... – Ele balançou a cabeça quase imperceptivelmente, sua voz assumiu um tom aveludado, seu sorriso deu lugar a uma expressão séria. – Não há problema nenhum em gostar disso, você sabe, não é? Nós não vamos te julgar. – Ele mordeu um pouco o lábio, e aquele sorriso de canto voltou. – Na verdade, é...

 - ADORÁVEL!! – Patton foi jogado no sofá, Roman tendo se jogado em cima da Moralidade, seu sorriso era estonteante e um brilho perigoso tomava conta de seus olhos. – ABSOLUTAMENTE, INCRIVELMENTE, ADORAVELMENTE ADORÁVEL!!

 O amante de gatos só conseguiu rir, ignorando o calor em seu rosto aumentar cada vez mais e soltando uma dupla de trocadilhos. A cabeça de Virgil apareceu ao lado do ombro do Príncipe, praticamente escondido pelo mesmo. Ele depositou o tablet na mesinha de centro, tinha um sorriso desonesto no rosto. Patton sentiu um misto de ansiedade e expectativa se transformarem em borboletas na sua barriga. Se sentia incrível.

 - Sim. Extremamente adorável.

 - Ah, crianças, é por influência de vocês. – Rebateu. Um misto de verdade e sorriso.

 A faísca perigosa no par de olhos que o encaravam pareceu apenas se alastrar. Roman experimentou balançar os dedos em sua direção, o ‘pai’ do grupo não pôde deixar de se contorcer, e muito menos controlar a nova onda de pequenas e saltitantes risadas que escapavam de seus lábios.

 - Parece que nuestro padre está cheio de risadinhas. – Roman fingiu que ia atacar um par de vezes, apreciando os gritos finos e mais risadas borbulhantes que vinham como resposta da representação da moralidade.

 Um gincho saiu do de cardigã, fazendo com que o príncipe se virasse, apenas para encontrar Virgil traçando um dedo levemente pelo pé do outro. Havia um sorriso em seu rosto. – Me pergunto de onde eles vem.

 - V-virgihihihihil, queheheheheherido! Nahahahaha!

 - Também me questiono a mesma coisa, meu amigo nebuloso! MAS, não te preocupes, tenho o palpite que a fábrica inteira está bem... – Patton acompanhou as mãos de Roman, que giraram em alguns floreios antes de atingirem seus lados, fazendo com que mais um grito saísse da figura paterna, o qual poderia jurar que iria derreter com todas as provocações.

 - Ro, oh Ro, pohohohor fahahavor! Ro, sehehem provocahahar!

 - Não se preocupe, padre!! Irei ajudá-lo com esse temível caso das risadinhas fofas e intermináveis! A cura deve estar em algum lugar – Ele começou à mexer seus dedos, as mãos de Patton decolaram para segurar as suas, mas ele desviou facilmente.  – por aqui!!

 E então, quando as risadas, realmente risadas, começaram à preencher o ar, foi só aí que Patton começou a acreditar que aquilo não era um sonho. A alegria tomava conta de si quase tão rapidamente quanto Roman começava à rabiscar seus dedos pelos lados, subindo até as costelas superiores e ficando no topo em movimentos circulares, apreciando os guinchos que interconectavam as risadas do de óculos, antes de cansar e voltar para baixo, apertando e cutucando cada pedaço de pele que alcançava com a blusa se erguendo alguns centímetros pela luta de Patton.

 - RO-ROHOHOH! NAHAhahaha! Por-por favAHAHAHAHAhahaha!!

 - Oh hoho! Parece que alguém não consegue nem formar frases sem virar uma bagunça aorável de risadas e guinchos.

 Enquanto isso, Virgil passeava calmamente a ponta dos dedos pela sola do outro, traçando padrões ilógicos, indo de cima para baixo, aumentando repentinamente a velocidade quando encontrava os dedos do outro, e, consequentemente o fluxo de risadas do aspecto moral. Parecia que não ser visível aos seus olhos apenas aumentava ainda mais sua sensibilidade.

 - VIR-HIHIHIHIHIGIL!! Aí nahahaHAHAHAHAHA!!! Virhihihihihgil! – O arroxeado achou que não poderia gostar ainda mais de seu nome até ouvir essa variação. Seus coração estava derretendo com tanto carinho. Por que eles não descobriram isso antes?

 - Sim, Patton? Pode repetir? Eu não consegui entender com toda essas risadinhas!

 - Quem é o aspecto mais fofo e sensível do Palácio Mental? – Roman mudou para sua barriga, cutucando-a e rabiscando, os dedos dando atenção à cada mínimo centímetro alcançável e observando qual dava as melhores reações. Patton se debatia, as gargalhadas sacudindo seu corpo inteiro ao sair, seus braços abraçando seus lados em uma tentativa de não rebater as cócegas, o rosto queimando e felicidade tomando forma de lágrimas que começavam à se acumular no canto dos olhos. Seu sorriso parecia realmente ir de uma orelha à outra. Parecia iluminar a sala inteira. – Você sabe quem é, Patton? Você sabe, hein, meu querido e adorável Patton? – Cada palavra era um cutucar em seu umbigo.

 - VOHOHOHOHCÊS! NHAHAHAHA!

 - Resposta errada! – Virgil e Roman responderam em uníssono, e quase igualmente sincronizados soltaram duas framboesas, uma na barriga e outra na sola do pé do de cardigã. Suas risadas ficaram silenciosas por um breve momento.

 - RO! RO! NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! SOU HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEU! EU! EUHEHEHE! VihihihihihGIHIHIHL! AÍ NAHAHAhahhahahaha!

 - Eu sinto que ele quer nos dizer alguma coisa. – O aspecto da ansiedade comentou calmamente, como se seus dedos revezando entre apertar os joelhos e as coxas não estivessem levando o de óculos à guinchar, soltar risinhos borbulhantes e risadas incontroláveis quase tudo de uma vez, numa loucura que os três amavam. – Mas eu simplesmente não consigo entender, sabe?

  Patton achou que sentia, sentia mesmo, o significado da palavra “insuportável”. Até que Roman foi para as axilas e Virgil se realocou para descansar os polegares em sua cintura.

 E ambos atacaram.

 - Não, nãohohohohoh! NahahahAHAHAHAHA!

 Ele não lembra se falou ou gritou ou se teve alguma coerência. De repente todos os seus músculos começaram à lutar e suas gargalhadas saíram mais rápidas, fortes e verdadeiras do que nunca, entre elas vinham gritinhos, guinchos, as famosas ‘risadas de porco’, até que sumirem completamente. Seus pensamentos eram uma bagunça sem lógica. Seus olhos se abriam de vez em quando para pegar vislumbres dos sorrisos carinhosos de Roman e Virgil em sua direção. Lágrimas caíam de seus olhos como materialização de sua felicidade. Uma felicidade estonteante, que fazia sua cabeça ir de um lado para o outro, de cima para baixo e um sorriso maior que o sol se abrir em seu rosto.

 - PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHAHAHARA! PARAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Os dois entenderam o recado, já que antes, em nenhum momento o amante de gatos tinham chegado perto de pedi-los para encerrar o ataque, e rapidamente se afastaram, não podendo se impedirem de apreciar a poça de risadas e sorrisos que deixaram Patton, o qual agora praticamente derreteu no sofá, deixando que o último fluxo de guinchos saísse de si. Limpou as lágrimas do rosto e encarou Virgil e Roman no fundo dos olhos, a gratidão e alegria tão facilmente de ler em seu rosto que fizeram ambos dos aspectos corarem, levando o arroxeado a se esconder no capuz e o príncipe sorrir ainda mais estonteantemente.

 O aspecto moral pulou, esmagando ambos num abraço apertado, sincero, meio atrapalhado por todos estarem sentados e cheio de meias palavras por entre as entrelinhas.

 - ObrigadoObrigadoObrigadoObrigadoObrigado!! – Sua fala saía quase tão rápido como uma metralhadora, como ele conseguia ter fôlego isso mesmo depois de todas as cócegas, ninguém soube.

 - Não há de quê, Padre! – A representação da criatividade cutucou de leve seu lado, o fazendo pular. – Mas saiba que suas ações despertaram dois monstros de cócegas incansáveis!!

 Virgil apenas revirou os olhos. Patton soltou uma rápida risada em resposta, e o arroxeado sentiu todos os seus instintos de fuga serem ativados, mesmo sem entender o porquê. Se contorceu um pouco no abraço, mas o aperto não diminuiu. A voz do ‘pai’ do grupo saiu um pouco mais baixa que o normal, mas ainda era facilmente compreendida.

 - Oh não, Roman. – seu tom era aveludado, quase como um felino ronronando antes do ataque. – Vocês que despertaram esse monstro.

 Logan saiu de seu quarto, tendo tido uma manhã de leitura bastante satisfatória. Automaticamente gritos e risadas entraram em seu campo auditivo, seus olhos se arregalaram levemente e ele seguiu o som, indo para a sala, apenas para encontrar Virgil e Roman no chão, Roman de costas e Virgil quase sumindo do tanto que estava encolhido e Patton entre ambos, suas mãos passeando impiedosamente pelos dois, arrancando o melodioso som, tinha que admitir, que volitavam de seus lábios.

��- Quem são os dois aspectos com risadas brilhantes e maravilhosas que o monstro de cócegas ama atacar? – sua voz era de um tom paterno falando com dois bebês. – São vocês!! Sim, sim! São vocês! Vocês! – e soltou uma framboesa em cada um, aumentando seu fluxo de gargalhadas.

 Logan ponderou a situação. Patton era uma pessoa razoável que amava todos, então mais que possivelmente iria parar quando percebesse que os dois já tiveram o bastante. Sem contar que ele não queria correr o risco de ser puxado para a brincadeira ou envergonhar os participantes, principalmente o de moletom, que ainda se acostumava aos poucos com o carinho da família e o príncipe, que ás vezes deixava-se pensar que precisava se mostrar a figura toda forte e sem fraquezas que ‘a realeza deve ser’.

 Percebendo nenhum perigo na atividade que seus olhos observavam, o aspecto lógico apenas ficou tempo o bastante para decorar os pontos de cócegas de Roman e Virgil, essa podendo ser uma informação preciosa com utilidade futura, antes de voltar a se deslocar para seu guardo, lembrando repentinamente que tinha outro livro em sua estante o esperando.

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A pegadinha [Ou ‘Gang Tickles’ 6º TickleTober]

Nota da autora: A inspiração me atingiu em cheio nessa daqui. Nem tava com muita vontade, porém quando eu vi já tava na 8º página dfghjgffghyjujuhgfd.

Me pergunto se vou conseguir postar algum tema em seu respectivo dia... Talvez. Em algum futuro distante.~  xDDD

Avisos, fatos aleatórios, coisas aleatórias e tals:

* Esse mundo e personagens não pertencem à mim! Sanders Sides pertence à Thomas Sanders

* Isso é uma fanfic que gira em torno de cócegas, por favor, se você não gosta ou não se sente confortável com o assunto, leia alguma outra história! Tem obras maravilhosas por aqui! 0/. Não tem bem algum shipp em si, mas fique á vontade para ver yaoi aonde quiser! \0/.

* Umas 2.000 palavras. -w-)b.

* Perdoe-me qualquer erro ortográfico! Por favor, toda e qualquer crítica construtiva é bem vinda! \(-w-)/

* Isso acontece um pouco depois do vídeo de Nostalgia a pá, mas não é obrigatório saber isso ou ter visto esse vídeo para ler a fanfic. Tem um pouco de spoilers, no entanto.

* Versão em inglês, yaaaaay! Obrigado pela leitura, meus lollipops! Tenha uma semana maravilhosamente. Não faça pegadinhas nos outros... Ah não ser que seja uma pegadinha de boas, e divertida, pra todos. Beba água e espero que aprecies a história! ^w^)/

                                                          [~*~]

- Não! – Thomas apontou a almofada como se fosse uma arma para Roman, sua face tomada por uma expressão de concentração, atento à todo e qualquer barulho que pudesse indicar a presença repentina de qualquer um de seus outros aspectos. Roman sorriu, pegando uma almofada para si, um sorriso agitado no rosto, aceitando o desafio. – Você não dê mais nem um passo! Eu tenho essa almofada, e não tenho medo de usá-la!!

 - Então que comece o duelo!! Criação contra criador!! O príncipe e o plebeu!! Mas temo dizer, meu caro Thomas, que a batalha contra a bruxa dragão aumentaram minhas habilidades no esgrima com maestria!!! – Parando de realizar todos seus gestos para enfatizar suas palavras, os dois começaram à se circundar, ombros tensos, olhar preparado para qualquer movimento. – E, temo que após seus atos estás destinado à ter seu mesmo fim!!

 Um pequeno clique estalou atrás de si. O humano deu meia volta e saiu em disparada, rápido o bastante para ver, com o canto do olho, uma figura de cardigã caindo no chão em sua falha tentativa de agarrá-lo para trás. Toda sua consciência moral de voltar para ajudá-lo foi soterrada pela certeza do destino que teria se caísse nas mãos do outro.

 Seus pés o guiaram com velocidade para seu quarto, indo em direção ao closet, na certeza do esconderijo perfeito. Escorregou ao fazer a virada bruta, mas o que realmente quase o fez cair no chão (e gritar. Não que ele fosse admitir, claro) foi a figura que já lhe esperava com os braços cruzados, encostado na porta do pequeno cômodo adjacente.

 - Closet, o esconderijo perfeito. – Virgil desencostou-se do dito cujo, fechando a porta. Seus rosto parecia ainda mais macabro com a pouca iluminação que recebia ao estar de capuz. – Sinceramente, você subestima o quanto te conhecemos, Thomas.

 - Precisamente. – O adulto não precisou olhara para trás para saber que Logan acabara de se posicionar à poucos metros de si, provavelmente saindo de algum canto escuro do quarto. Seus olhos voaram em direção à porta. Uma gota de suor desceu por sua testa. Sua respiração se tornou mais errática. Ele conseguia ouvir Patton e Roman se aproximando, se conseguisse correr dali poderia pegá-los de surpresa, se aproveitando disso para desviar deles, correndo para fora até um aeroporto mais próximo, quem sabe.

 Ele piscou, e então Virgil estava à menos de oito metros de distância dele. Praticamente metade do caminho entre si e o closet. Thomas sentiu seus olhos se arregalarem.

 - Uh hun hun. – Virgil balançou o dedo negativamente, um sorriso maléfico adornando sua face. – Sou seu instinto de Luta ou Fuga, lembra? Você não vai querer apostar corrida comigo. ~

 - E também não se incomode em bolar algum plano para fugir daqui. Eu já calculei todas as rotas de fuga possíveis e deixei todos cientes. Patton e Roman estão mais que preparados para toda e qualquer ação de sua parte.

 - Mas era isso que você queria, não é mesmo? – Virgil voltou à falar e Thomas começou à recuar, agora conseguindo ver os dois aspectos ao mesmo tempo. – Você sabia muito bem o que ia acontecer quando deixou nossas fantasias completamente tingidas de rosa neon.

 - Vamos, gente... - As lentes do óculos de Logan brilhavam, tornando impossível de se ver o olhar por de trás das mesmas. Virgil estava sério, nem mesmo olhando de relance para Roman e seu sorriso louco e Patton com sua expressão inocente que por algum motivo lhe causava arrepios na espinha. Suas pernas bateram na cama, um sorriso nervoso começou à se abrir em seu rosto. – Foi só uma brincadeira!! E a cor super combina com vocês!! Patton!! – seu tom era quase desesperado, seus olhos se encontrando com os da figura paternal do quarteto. – Você disse que adora essa cor!! Não ficou bem mais bonito?

 - Ah, claro que sim, Timothy! – ele sempre trocava seu nome quando queria brincar com ele, seu tom era completamente animado. – Mas também sou seu aspecto moral, e nós dois sabemos muito bem que não se deve mexer nas coisas dos outros sem permissão!

 Thomas deu mais uma última olhada em todos, então se jogou na cama, o que pareceu dar partida em alguma corrida, porque automaticamente todos os lados dispararam em sua direção, tendo que frear de última hora quando o mesmo ergueu sua mão esquerda, triunfante.

 Logan sentiu sua respiração e voz engatarem na garganta. Ele não seria capaz...

 - PÁRA TRÁS!! OU EU NÃO CONSEGUIREI RESPONDER PELOS MEUS ATOS!! – O adulto balançou o pote de Crofter’s alguns metros acima do chão. Patton segurou a mão de Logan, o qual tinha a expressão mais traída que Thomas já presenciara. Ele e Virgil se seguraram para não soltar uma risada com o silêncio estarrecedor que se espalhou pelo quarto.

 - Ó, figura cruel!! Como pensamentos tão maléficos podem partir de um único ser?? – Roman se aproximou com passos firmes, parando apenas quando o outro ameaçou derrubar o doce. – Largue o refém e talvez diminuamos sua sina!!

 - Eu... não acho que é assim que barganhas funcionam, Roman.

 - Oh!! – O aspecto da criatividade pôs a mão no peito, encarando o de capuz comum olhar de quem se sentia pessoalmente ofendido. – Mas, bem, meu caro panda, pelo menos EU estou tentando fazer alguma coisa! Não estou vendo nenhum de você-

 - PEGUEI!! – Thomas gritou quando sentiu o pote ser puxado com rapidez de sua mão, tendo estado envolvido demais na pequena discussão para perceber Logan submergindo ao seu lado. Um grande ‘oof!” deixou seus lábios quando Patton se atirou em cima de si.

 - E eu o peguei!! – E o encarou com os olhos brilhantes e um sorriso que fizeram o coração do humano aquecer um pouco mais. Essa pegadinha estava se saindo melhor do que esperava. – Olá lá lá, Tanner!

 - Esse nohohome nem se parece com o meheheu! – Ô droga. As risadinhas. Lógico que elas já estariam aqui, mesmo antes de tudo começar. Ele encarou com uma euforia e leve medo cada um dos olhares que foi lançado em sua direção.

 - Então, caras, o que vamos fazer com ele? – Maléfico, mas um pouco preocupado.

  “Virgil... sempre muito mais coração de manteiga do que ousaria admitir.”

 - Ohoho. Seu destino já foi selado no momento em que ele lançou seu feitiço perverso em nossas vestimentas! ��� Divertido e maroto. Roman estalou os dedos.

 “Sempre amou essa parte das pegadinhas, mesmo que na maioria das vezes elas fossem suas ideias.”

 - Virgil, creio que já está na hora de estares ciente de um... método que nós temos para fazer com que Thomas aprenda uma lição. – Metodológico e cheio de brilho.

 “Gosta desses momentos muito mais do pensa em admitir.”

 Thomas se contorceu, observando Logan sumir de seu campo de visão e ir na direção dos pés. Ele SEMPRE ia para os pés!! Droga droga droga!

 Patton riu.

 - Ohh. Sim! Isso sempre o fez se desculpar tão rápido! – A figura paternal remexeu os dedos na sua frente, fazendo com que mais risadinhas conseguissem escapar dos lábios do adulto antes de ele selá-los com força, olhos igualmente fechados em busca de ignorar as provocações dos mesmos.  – Ainda não o fez aprender totalmente a lição, mas é um trabalho em progresso!!

 Virgil finalmente entendeu o que estava acontecendo ali e sentiu-se suspirar em alívio. Claro que essa seria a ‘punição’ que eles iriam arranjar...

 Seus pensamentos foram interrompidos com um guincho de Thomas que conseguiu sentir os ares da liberdade quando Roman cutucou uma das suas axilas, rabiscando e abrindo um sorriso ao ver a ‘vítima’ começar à se contorcer.

 - Escolha seu lugar, Virgil!! Pois o show já vai começar!!

 O de moletom encarou os outros, sentindo-se corar com todos os olhares que lhe observavam e rapidamente indo para o primeiro lugar que lhe pareceu livre: as pernas. Logan lhe deu um pequeno aceno de cabeça, segurando um pé em um chave de braço, um pequeno sorriso sem dentes em seu rosto.

 - Contagem regressiva!! – Patton alegremente anunciou.

 - CARAS, NÃO!! Por favohohor! Era só uma brincadeira!! – Ele já tinha um sorriso gigante na face, os nervos eletrizando-se em antecipação.

 - Três!!! – Roman agarrou um de seus braços, puxando-o para cima, Thomas tentou empurrá-lo sem muito entusiasmo.

 - Eles estão mais bonitos agora, é séheheheherio!!

 - Dois!! – Patton puxou sua blusa, traçando um dedo levemente pelo seu umbigo, fazendo com que as risadinhas e bufos já começassem à se empilhar em sua garganta.

 - Ack! Pahahahatton!! Vejam isso como um presente!!!

 - Um. – Logan remexia de leve o dedo anelar em partes aleatórias da sola do outro, como se estudasse em qual local deveria começar.

 - Nãonãonãonãonão! Caras!!

 Mas um silêncio se instalou no local, todos se voltaram para Virgil, que instantaneamente sentiu sua face queimar. Ele nunca estivera nessa brincadeira antes, pensara que eles só iam... bem, er... É que...

 - Virgil! – Inconscientemente o de moletom apertou suas mãos, as quais, para o azar de Thomas, estavam em sua coxa, o fazendo saltar com a sensação. – Vihihihihirgil!! Não!

 O aspecto da ansiedade encarou o brilho no olhar do outro, o sorriso e a animação na sua voz. Sem nem mesmo perceber um próprio sorriso predatório tomou conta de sua expressão.

 - Vai.

 Todos atacaram de uma só vez.

 - NahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CARAHAHAHAHahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAS!

 Sua mente estava louca. Ele tinha absoluta certeza disso. Tinha mãos cutucando e arranhando suas axilas, tinha dedos remexendo-se em seu umbigo, tinha unhas dançando vagarosamente e meticulosamente por todo o seu pé e tinha mãos apertando e amassando cada centímetro quadrado de suas coxas.

 Era insuportável.

 As gargalhadas deixavam sua boca em uma avalanche incontrolável, em intensidades que ele nem mesmo sabia que alcançava. Sua face estava em brasas. Seu corpo inteiro vibrava com a força das gargalhadas.

 Era incrível.

 - POHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHohohohohohoHOHOHOHOHO FAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- as frases não se completavam. Sua cabeça ia de um lado para o outro e guinchos e bufos volitavam por todo o local, seu corpo contorcendo-se, tentando parar todas as sensações e tendo absolutamente zero sucesso em seu trabalho.

 Sem contar as outras risadas. Era sua parte preferida. Escutar todos rindo juntos, em harmonia, em conjunto. Como uma estranha e excêntrica família. Tudo parecia lembrá-lo disso: O calor no coração, as borboletas na barriga, o coro de sorrisos...

 As sensações diminuíram, lhe deixando captar um pouco mais de ar.

 - Meheheheheheheheheheu Deheheheheheheheus... – Seu sorriso ia de uma orelha à outra em sua face. Não conseguia impedir. Não queria impedir. Fechou os olhos, deixando todas as risadinhas saírem sem fazer nenhum esforço para pará-las.

 - E então, Thomas, tem algo que gostaria de nos dizer?

 Ele nem sabia que era possível que seu sorriso crescesse ainda mais. Ele se lembrava bem demais dessa brincadeira.

 - Deshehehehehescu- Roman remexeu os dedos em seu pescoço, rabiscando naquele ponto sensível atrás de sua orelha. – HUHuhuhunahahahahah-ack! – a série de guinchos o impediu de continuar, ele amassou a orelha no ombro, tentando fazer com que as cócegas passassem. – Rohohohohohman!!!

 - Perdão, Thomas. Acho que não entendi. Repete? – Aquele sorriso inocente!!

 - Meheheheheh dehehehehs- O adulto arregalou os olhos quando viu o aspecto moral começar À respirar fundo, abaixando a cabeça. – Pattohohohohohohohn!!! Vahahahahahahahamos! Não-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! – A framboesa o fez atirar sua cabeça para trás e gargalhar, toda e qualquer palavra que fosse ser dita sendo perdida no meio.

 - Acho que você não está levando esse ensinamento sério o bastante, Thomas. – Mesmo de longe o de camisa de Steven Universo conseguia perceber o sorriso no rosto do lado mais sério do quarteto, isso apenas serviu para aumentar ainda mais seu fluxo de risadinhas.

 - Nahahaha! Eu quizhihihihihihi dizer deHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE – Logan começou à soltar pequenas framboesas em pontos específicos na sola do seu pé, o que apenas fez com que Thomas derramasse novamente a cascada de risadas e guinchos que se misturavam em melodia. – MEHEHEHE deixa falahahahahahlAHAAHHAHAHAHahahahahar!!!

 - Hmmm. Não sei caras, acho que a gente devia dar uma chance. Acho que ele quer dizer algo – Virgil sorriu, apenas porque toda a situação era adorável demais para se fazer qualquer outra coisa além disso. O adulto pareceu agradecido e limpou as lágrimas.

 - Ehehehehehehe, mehehe descul- Num piscar de olhos Virgil apertou o mais rápido que podia as duas coxas do outro, fazendo com que sua voz sumisse por um momento, antes que voltasse à toda velocidade. – VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

 - Tsc. É, caras, acho que foi só impressão minha. Só são um bando de risadas adoráveis.

 Todos atacaram de novo, com menos vigor dessa vez. Todas as cócegas sendo regadas à centenas de “Coothie coothie coo” e “Quem tem a risada mais fofa? É você!!”, o que Thomas não conseguia dizer se era melhor ou pior.

 Tudo parou em menos de dois minutos depois. Com um Thomas deitado ofegante, rindo e tentando retirar as cócegas remanescentes enquanto cada um conjurava suas fantasias, precisando apenas um estalar de dedos para consertar a pegadinha.

 - Vo-vocês só precisavam disso para ajeitá-las??? – Seu tom saiu incrédulo, o que era um pouco difícil de se levar à sério com o rosto vermelho e sorriso gigante.

 - Claro. Como tudo em nós, elas são feitas de imaginação, não teria lógica se equivaler de outro método para mudá-las. – Logan pontuou.

 - Se bem que você tinha razão, Thomas! – Roman girou na frente do espelho, fazendo algumas poses antes de se virar para encará-lo – Essa cor REALEMENTE fica bem em mim.

 - Podemos ir de fantasias e cores combinando, Ro-ro!! – Patton pulou animadamente no mesmo lugar, também tendo escolhido manter a fantasia com o tingimento rosado.

 - Ideia magnífica, Padre! Mas para isso temos que fazer alguns pequenos ajustes!! – E o mesmo começou à divagar sobre a nova fantasia, que provavelmente sairia completamente diferente da original de ambos. Thomas suspirou frustrado, se revirando no colchão.

 - Vocês são impossíveis.

 - Hey, acostume-se. – Virgil cutucou-o nas costelas, o vendo se contorcer e soltar um guincho com uma leve satisfação. – É isso que dar nos aceitar na família. Os dias vão ficar bem mais divertidos, agora. ~

 Todos os sons no cômodo pararam, cada um dos indivíduos se virando para o aspecto que representa a ansiedade.

 - O que? – Seu tom era alarmado.

 - Você disse ‘família’!

 - O que??? – pausa assustada. – Não disse, não!!

 - Sim sim siiiiiim. Você disse!!! – Patton parecia que ia pular pelas paredes. Virgil olhou pra cada um, encontrando apenas sorrisos carinhosos e alegres, agora seu rosto parecia estar quase tão vermelho quanto o de Thomas.

 - Só... Arg. – E desapareceu no chão do cômodo. Thomas riu e foi acompanhado.

 É...

 Família.

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