#ticklish!janus

[rosileeduckie]

Mean, but Sweet

After all this, I don't know, the naughty list doesn't seem so bad...

Patton can be very mean, if it makes someone else happy 😈💙

Potential warnings: none. Sanders Sides, Janus/Patton tickle fic.

A Squealing Santa Christmas gift for @trashyswitch! Hoping it's worth the wait, and wishing you the happiest new year! 😊😘 Thanks so so so much @squealing-santa Hypah our hero for hosting this year!! Lots of love for everyone who participated; congrats everybody!! ❤❄

Word count: 6,406

~*~

There’s something very attractive about winter. The season is uniquely deep and dark, and Janus can’t help but thrive when there are shadows aplenty, easy to hide in and hide things in. A societal expectation to make nice with everyone also leads to the hilarious sight of people performing their “best life” routine by lying through smiling teeth and juggling a million more responsibilities that, no, they definitely don’t need help with. What could he say, it all made Janus feel very at ease, in the presence of deceit wrapped in pretty paper.

But, then, he wasn’t so cynical this year. He blamed his cohorts for melting his too-small heart over the course of the year to the point where he could now appreciate the whimsy that twinkling fairy lights give to a chilly winter evening. Still dark, but warm, too.

Metaphorically and literally warm–it was not quite a winter wonderland outside the house. Still, the lower temperature and earlier sunset and merry decorations and seasonal flavors in Janus’ mug and the obnoxiously patterned and colored sweater on his body really did make it feel like Christmas. Certainly, the Mind Palace could have been nestled in a snow globe setting if the Sides so desired, but they were partial to their host’s house in Florida. It wasn’t a white Christmas, but it was cozy and homey and–Janus could begrudgingly admit–nice.

Janus was skillfully juggling two mugs as he walked into the living room. In one hand, he carried a peppermint mocha in a plain red vessel, simple and hot. In the other hand, he held a mug covered with scenes of snowmen decorating a pine tree with little birds. The contents of that mug were just as extravagant and sweet: gingerbread spiced hot cocoa completely obscured beneath a layer of marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

When Janus set the dessert in a cup on the coffee table, Patton looked up and smiled, his eyes really sparkling under the lights of the room’s opulent tree beside which he sat. The mug was just the newest addition to Patton’s station at the coffee table. Before him were a few sheets of notebook paper, a quill and ink, and a desk lamp and extension cord, which Janus stepped carefully over to sit on the couch just behind Patton.

“Aw, Janus!” Patton beamed, setting down his quill to reach for the mug. “Thank you!”

Even if the gap was seeming to narrow these days, Janus couldn’t help but marvel at how different he and Patton were sometimes. What an easy but incredible show of trust; any of the other Sides would have asked Janus what he wanted in return for such a thoughtful and good deed. (He would have answered “nothing,” but whether or not that was true, who could say?) “Not a problem,” Janus replied, taking a sip of his own drink. “How’s the naughty list looking this year?”

Patton giggled. He had a mustache of sweet fluff on his lip as he set down his mug and drew his quill. “Oh, I can’t say about that. But I do know Santa will have lots of ideas as to what to get you kids if you DO stay on the nice list.” He dipped the quill tip in his inkwell, humming with an audible grin. “Of course, I can’t imagine why you WOULDN’T be on the nice list…”

Janus crossed one leg over his knee and tapped his foot in a subtle but delighted rhythm. “Patton, lying at this time of year?” he tutted. “That nice list is slippery, you know. And lying around me, no less.” Janus leaned forward enough that the hissing chuckle that spread his lips into a smile could tickle Patton’s ear. “Is that my Christmas present?”

Ducking out of reach with a snort, Patton replied, “It’s not lying if I believe you all deserve the best gifts.” He turned to give Janus a boop on the nose with the fluffy end of his quill. “And it’s NOT the gift I have written down, I’ll have you know.”

For a moment, Janus’ eyes caught on the feather–a beautiful thing of blue and iridescent greens and purples that felt as soft as it looked–but curiosity shook him free, and he looked past the writing tool, blurring the beautiful colors as he focused his gaze on the page of just-dry ink. “It’s not?”

“Hey now!” Patton threw out his arm and leaned to one side so as to block Janus’ view. “No peeking!”

Undeterred, Janus didn’t fall back, just snickered and looked at Patton levelly. “What? I hardly need to know what you think I need for gifts.” He rested his chin in his hand, batting his eyelashes and tapping his cheek with his index finger. “But, say, what if I need ideas for our gift swap with the others? You know how hard Logan is to buy for.” (Untrue; Logan wasn’t hard to buy for, just irritatingly specific, which took out all the fun of surprising someone with their gift. Janus did love a good surprise.)

Eyes narrowed, Patton considered this before shaking his head and turning back to his makeshift desk. “No peeking,” he reiterated firmly. “Sensitive information here, for no one’s eyes but Mr Claus himself.” He paused, musing, then smiled. “Or his secretary. He is a busy guy.”

Janus nodded with a humoring hum. He sipped his coffee, nonchalantly scooting on the couch to be closer to Patton. If the scribe noted the movement, he didn’t mind, even leaning back against Janus’ calf and continuing to write. Janus waited a moment, then another, letting Patton’s guard slowly fall. The snake was hardly invested in letters to Santa Claus, but he did enjoy teasing and getting a rise out of Patton. And, who knows, maybe Janus would end up with someone with a scant wish-list and need a gift idea or two to fall back on. When the air felt calm enough to chance it, Janus leaned forward to peek over Patton’s shoulder.

Quick as a cobra, Patton had whirled around, brandishing his feather quill at Janus. “AH!” he admonished, tipping his head to one side and flashing a warning smile. “You better watch out.”

“You better not cry,” Janus replied with a smirk, leaning back a bit with his hands and mug raised placatingly. “Or what, Patton dear?”

Patton’s lower lip puffed out thoughtfully, and he hummed, clicking his tongue a few times. Janus waited, eyebrows raised and lips crookedly elevated. Then, Patton’s scrunched up thinking face relaxed before brightening into a big smile. He didn’t answer Janus’ question, just turned back to his list. Moreover, he didn’t move away but stayed close enough to be leaned up against Janus’ leg and, potentially, surely, observed by Janus’ looming eyes. The risk was worth the reward, and it would have been punishment to both of them to move apart. (It was nature for a Side, however deeply buried; even the prickliest of them liked company and a cuddle. And pushing their luck.)

Janus took a long sip from his drink and sighed, opening his mouth exaggeratedly wide both because it felt nice and because it tended to freak out any Sides who saw. He leaned forward, reaching purposely past Patton to set down his mug on the far side of the coffee table, securing for himself the perfect view of Patton’s cursive scrawl as well as the ideal perch to view it from, his chin resting upon the soft sweater fabric of Patton’s shoulder. Actually, it was cozy enough there, warm and soothing to the tune of Patton’s breathing and humming, and hard enough to read Patton’s handwriting from that distance, that Janus was content to close his eyes and not even try to peek. So he jumped a little, blinking in confusion, when Patton spoke again, but not quite to his current companion.

“‘And what do I ask of you dear Janus? Well, Santa, that’s quite simple. For my dear Janus, I want him to get the biggest and best–’” Patton paused, striking through the last word of his dictation with a flourish. “‘–the WORSE lee mood for Christmas.’”

Patton glanced sideways at him and smiled when Janus snickered. His head bobbed a bit atop the pleased wiggle that shook Patton’s shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a difficult thing to ask for for Christmas. The Sides, different as they could be, could all find fun in being tickled or making someone else laugh, so moods longing for one or the other were not uncommon. Sure, Virgil was more likely to be yearning for an onslaught of gentle belly tickles, whereas Remus would be more often found with fingers twitching in hopes of digging up screams from between someone’s ribs, and Logan could slide back and forth along that scale in a second. But still, it was a safe bet that someone in the Mind Palace was hoping to be or happy to be tickled. Because even if, somehow, no one was actively in a lee mood, one could pretty easily be teased out. Janus fell in the middle of the chaos, fluid like Logan in the part he was ready to play–tickle monster or squealing victim–and not one to be easily teased into a mood–not to be knocked over with a feather, so to say. Sure, seeing Patton twirl his feather quill thoughtfully and being actively threatened with a lee mood–not even being tickled, just infected with the desire to be–may have flustered Janus well enough, but he was cozy enough where he sat to weather the attack. So he only smiled, smug, closing his eyes and staying cuddled up, however awkwardly leaning, up against Patton’s shoulder.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so trusting.

“‘The kind of lee mood that makes you feel so warm and giddy and fuzzy,’” Patton went on, and Janus could hear the big smile around his words, “‘like just thinking about being tickled makes you feel tinsel between your toes and snowflake soft feathers on your belly. I want him to be so happy and flustered that he can only giggle and hiss and do that cute thing where he shakes his legs and taps his feet.’”

They didn’t live in a place with snowy winters, but Janus felt a phrase often used in that region come to mind: deceptively sunny. It was the scenario when one looked out the window to marvel at a beautiful winter landscape, blanketed in crystalline snow and brilliant beneath a crisp blue sky and bright sun, only to step outside and take in a breath that felt like a crackling snap in the lungs. Sunny, but cold. That was Patton. Warm, friendly, happy, but, just beneath, positively wicked. Freezing cold and sharp under a pretty sun, a hot spiced drink under sweet white fluff. Janus felt his stomach turn, swoop like at the drop in a roller-coaster, and burst with a blizzard of butterflies. He couldn’t look away from Patton’s quill as it bobbed, scrawling teases into paper that Janus was suddenly jealous of. Okay, maybe he was easier to tease a mood from than he cared to admit.

And perhaps Patton could read his mind, because he conveniently exclaimed, “‘Oh, and teases! Yes! He needs to get all the teases that make his cheeks go red and his scales change color!’”

Janus’ scales were certainly not doing anything of the sort when Patton paused in writing. He pursed his lips, smiled, and jumped back into his letter.

“‘And, you know, I think this mood’s gotta last until Christmas day, so maybe you can send him some tickly dreams in the meantime, too! Maybe twelve days of them would be fitting?’” Patton’s tongue poked between his top and bottom teeth as he giggled. He cleared his throat, donning a more serious face for continuing his letter to Santa. “‘If that’s too much, don’t worry about it; I’d be happy to take some of the work off your hands. I’m actually writing this letter to you with a beautiful feather quill I got for my birthday–Roman said he just knew I’d get a kick out of being fancy while writing letters. But it’s a beautiful plume, my favorite kind of teal blue and so soft to the touch.’”

‘Writing’ was a stretch; Patton wasn’t even touching the pen to the paper anymore, just twirling the pretty thing between his fingers. It was as long as a hand, with the non-writing end fanning out into a subtle fluffy curl. Its fibers seemed to float lazily as Patton waved the quill around, and Janus imagined they were so delicate as to not even be felt–until they found a place so sensitive on the body that they wouldn’t be ignored. Janus’ usually dark eyes and slitted pupils were bright and dilated, focused so on the gossamer feather that he took little note of Patton looking sideways at him, watching his reactions, with a grin.

Patton sighed dreamily. “‘I bet it would feel so nice tracing down Janus’ neck or around his belly or along his hips. Or circling every scale he has.’” When he smirked at Janus, he would have seen the scales on his face flushed a dark brown-gold. “‘Maybe what I should actually ask you to bring is a good tickle session for Janus on Christmas, and I can do the teasing the twelve days before. Whatever you decide, please know that I am a very good judge of character, and I know that Janus has been SO good this year–’”

Janus’ stomach did another giddy loop-de-loop when Patton chuckled and adjusted his glasses.

“I suppose you’re right, Jan; I should be honest, shouldn’t I?” Patton winked, and Janus’ face may have been warm enough to toast marshmallows on. “‘I know that Janus has been VERY naughty this year, and, so, deserves only the sweetest, meanest, most thorough lee mood, teasing, and wrecking that he’s had all year. And, if your present to me is that I get to deliver this for Janus, I certainly wouldn’t complain. Sincerely yours, Patton.’”

Patton’s smile didn’t falter when Janus stood abruptly from his seat, but his eyebrows did rise expectantly. “I’ve finished my coffee,” Janus answered before Patton could ask. “If you’ll excuse me.” Clutching his half-full mug tightly in his hand, Janus skirted widely around the coffee table and death sentence of a Christmas list. He stopped short at the bottom of the stairs, turning to give Patton a forcibly cool nod. “Thank you for your company.”

After a few startled blinks, Patton snorted and held a hand to his rosy freckled cheek. “Signed, sealed, delivered,” he said to Janus with a grin and a shake of his head. “It’s a little too late to try and get on the nice list now~”

Janus fled calmly up the stairs, ears flushed at the last sight of Patton waving the feather quill to him in farewell.

~*~

The teal fluffy feather was all Janus could see, later–minutes? hours? days? he really couldn’t say–when he lay buried beneath his duvet, trying to pat the heat and smile from his cheeks. The trick really was not to think about it, all the lovely teases Patton had wished for him, but how could he do that when that damn feather was running rampant in his brain, dusting all his thoughts to make them tickly. He had just finished his coffee, too, so he couldn’t even hope to drift off for a cozy little nap. It’d be just his luck though; he’d probably get a dream that would fluster him awake or the second he awoke.

With a huff of a sigh, Janus threw off the covers. If the call was coming from inside the house, there was no point in hiding; if his mind was the monster, a blanket wasn’t going to save him. Besides that, the heat of his sweater and flushing cheeks was beginning to make the bubble of space between his blanket and his bed feel like an oven. He sat up enough to free himself from his sweater and dropped it off the side of the bed and onto the discarded blankets before falling onto his back. If his mind was going to torture him, at least, his body could be comfortable.

But, Janus’ mind sang unhelpfully, now he bore even less protection if some lovely monster slithered down the chimney to leave tickly stardust in his socks and pin him to his bed and–

The pillow previously behind Janus’ head was wailed frustratedly into before it, too, was thrown off the bed. Janus forced himself to take a long, slow breath, burying his fingers in the fabric of his sheets. Okay. Clearly, the lee mood was too grand already to try and wall completely off. Trying to ignore it (and ultimately failing to do so) was just making him irritated. But then, he was too worked up and embarrassed to act on his wants, to ask for it. The very thought was mortifying. Maybe there was a safe middle ground. Maybe he could let the dam leak a little, let the thoughts trickle in. He could handle that, he wouldn’t drown. (He would be dramatic, but he wouldn’t drown.) Surely, he could let himself think about it, a little. Patton had already infected him with the feather fever, after all. Janus figured he might as well try to enjoy it.

Breathing came slower and easier when Janus brought himself to that compromise. He could close his eyes, rein in his agitated leg twitching, wade gently into the pool of his mind.

The image of the quill came back to his mind, and he welcomed it, accompanied it with soft touch from his own hand. As the cerulean feather twirled about, dancing amid the sugarplum visions it had made of his thoughts, Janus traced his fingertips over his belly. With his eyes shut, he could almost pretend the feather to be the perpetrator of the feeling, the gentle swishing back and forth along the border between skin and scales. It was a lovely feeling that made his stomach--just beneath the light show of beautiful sensation--ache with longing.

What else could he imagine? Patton had given him a few cheesy seasonal teasing suggestions, which was kind since Janus wasn't the most creative of the Sides--not the least, but not the most. Janus pictured tinsel, silver and shimmery and soft, threaded between his toes and sawed delicately. His breath caught for a moment, and his toes scrunched against the imaginary sensation. How tauntingly on the edge of feeling.

What else could he imagine? Through his closed eyes, he could see the feather swirling gentle but relentless loops around his belly and scales. He could see the tinsel under his toes. He could see Patton’s smile, his fingers curling and uncurling above Janus’ quivering abdomen. Just a little closer…

Janus sat up, burying his flushed face in his hands. Twelve days of anticipation like this would be its own torture.

A knock to the rhythm of ‘Jingle Bells’ sounded from his door. Janus gave his red cheeks one last chastising pat, floundered for a moment on where to lay his limbs to act natural, and settled on resting his hands on his knees. “Come in.”

When the door opened, the first thing to enter was the bright red and white of a Santa hat, followed by Patton’s merry smile. “Hey, kiddo! You busy?”

“Depends,” said Janus with a hollow scoff. “Did you need more help planning holiday torment, or did you want to bake cookies or something?”

Patton snorted, wiggling his shoulders proudly as he fully entered the room and shut the door. He clasped his hands behind his back, swaying his hips forward and back. “Mm, a bit in between,” Patton decided. “Mean, but still sweet.”

Janus swallowed, trying very hard to bar the dam of his thoughts to keep his hopes from running away from him. “Oh?”

“Well, Santa got back to me,” said Patton, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms with a big sigh. “I know, no time wasted; he is a professional, after all.” He shook his head and smiled sadly, but his eyes were sparkling. “But he said that even he couldn’t make a lee mood and wrecking as wonderful as I asked for in such a short turnaround. So!” Patton adjusted his hat and stood tall, beaming. “He said I should most certainly fill in!”

For someone whose thoughts had just been flooded with elated relief, Janus’ mouth was quite dry. He wouldn’t have to wither away the winter waiting. Patton’s hands and feathers and tinsel and smile were near and real. Janus felt a funny mix of gratefulness and annoyance, seeing as how Patton had been the one to drop him into such a state in the first place. But then, he was too excited already to be annoyed. “Oh,” he said again.

“If you’re not busy.” Patton took a step further into the room.

“Well–” Janus started to say.

“You don’t look busy,” said Patton. Two more steps took him to the edge of Janus’ bed, where he stood, head cocked and smile crooked. “You look like you were expecting me.”

Such rare smugness from Patton was enough to snap Janus from flustered to–well, he was certainly still flustered, but also–indignant. His mouth hung open, and, when no words miraculously filled the empty space, Janus stuck out his forked tongue.

“Don’t be naughty,” Patton chastised with a giggle. “I wrote you a song. May I sit with you and sing it for you?”

Janus nodded, pushing himself up with his hands so as to scoot back and make room for Patton on the bed, but Patton stopped with a gentle hand on his knee.

“Lie back and get comfy,” Patton instructed with a grin. “It’s not a short song.”

His sweater and blankets had already been tossed to the floor; Janus had neither protection nor a saving excuse when the heat in his face spread to his ears and down his neck. He lay back, resting his hands on either side of his head, and, mercifully, Patton commented on neither Janus’ flush nor his eagerness. Instead, Patton whistled a little yuletide carol, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over Janus’ legs. He didn’t settle yet, but turned his torso toward the foot of the bed and tugged off his Santa hat, holding it behind his back and out of Janus’ sight. But Janus could still hear as the hat was held open and its previously unseen contents came tumbling out, rattling like cartoon pots and pans fell onto the sheets. Janus had a guess as to what the hidden pile may have included, but he couldn’t fathom how Patton had managed to hide such a trove so impossibly under his hat. Said hat was placed on Janus’ head as soon as Patton had turned to face forward again, the puff of it being booped on Janus’ nose. Janus' face scrunched up in feigned distaste and fruitless effort to keep from smiling anticipatorily.

Patton adjusted himself to kneel fully and comfortably on Janus’ legs, reaching behind him for a moment to neaten up the mystery gifts from Santa’s hat, then faced Janus once more with a smile. “Alright.” Leaning forward a bit to hunch his shoulders and flex his fingers, Patton began to softly sing. “On the first day of Christmas, I count on my merry lee~”

Janus let out a groaning chuckle. Of course, Patton would come up with the silliest teasing twist on a seasonal song. A song which–Janus realized, derision turning to giddy panic–often had twelve verses that only got longer. He yelped, startled from his thoughts by a sudden whispering soft sensation swirling over his lower belly, and came face to face with the evil feather that had started the whole ordeal. Patton circled the teal feather around Janus’ navel, grinning at the smile straining to be free from Janus’ bitten lower lip.

“A giggle button on his belly~” Patton set the feather by his knee and reached behind him with both hands. “On the second day of Christmas, I count on my darling lee…” And, instead of grabbing a new tool, Patton scribbled his fingers up and down Janus’ soles, prompting a squeal and buck from the man. “Two wiggling feet,” Patton sang, before swinging his hands back in front of himself to dance upon Janus’ stomach once more, “and a giggle button on his belly~”

Second verse cleared, ten more to go. It was too late for Janus to curb his smile–the thing had taken off and spread its wingspan across his cheeks–but he could keep from laughing, he could. He had to. Because, of course, it wasn’t just ten more verses in single phrases; it was ten verses consecutive to all the verses that came before. Janus’ mind was too scrambled to do the math on how many teases in total he was about to endure–he was excited to endure.

“On the third day of Christmas, I count on my dashing lee…” Patton fell forward, hovering above Janus nose-to-nose and grinning. The heels of his hands came to rest on Janus’, his fingers sliding up Janus’ palms until their digits were parallel and easily intertwinable. Janus didn’t know whether this move was a moment of mercy early on or of false security, and he tried to hold Patton’s hands and take as deep of breaths as his cantering heart would allow. Patton squeezed his hands once before curling his own fingers inward. Janus’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion before shooting up in realization, just in time for Patton’s nails to scratch delicately along the palms of Janus’ hands. “Three pairs of twitchy palms~”

Janus snorted, and he would have blamed the tickling, if anyone had asked. No way, no way, was Patton going to get him to unfurl his other two sets of arms into a visible and tangible state. Even if doing so would gain Janus four more terribly ticklish spots to be doted upon… No. He would not so willfully participate in his own demise.

Most all his resistance dissipated into delighted terror when Patton drew back, aiming his wiggling fingers behind him until they touched down to rake Janus’ heels. “Two wiggling feet~”

Janus held his breath and clenched his jaw. He’d already let a little laughter sound loose; even if it was a relief to do so, it was too early in the marathon to let himself go. Wasn’t it?

“And a giggle button on his belly~”

Poor Janus arched his back and threw his head into the mattress as Patton’s fingers danced around his stomach, trailing long slow paths from the bottom of his ribcage to the top of his hips and back up again. On the second trip, Patton changed techniques, using one hand for featherlight skating down Janus’ sensitive skin and using the other for just a bit rougher scratching down his scales. At last, the giggly dam crumbled, and, albeit through his grinning teeth and scrunched nose, Janus began to laugh, a hissing breathy happy sound.

Patton hummed, pleased, and sung on. “On the fourth day of Christmas, I count on my cutie lee…”  From where his hands splayed on Janus’ waist, it was easy as fruit cake for Patton to slide them around until he was holding Janus in a hug, warm but made menacing by his nails sudden scurrying into Janus’ lower back. “Four spine-y squeezes~”

Grabbing at his hat to hold himself still, Janus cackled, shoving his back down into the mattress in attempt to make the spot inaccessible for Patton, but to no avail. Still, he didn’t even have time to get used to the sensation before the song went marching on. Patton gently pried Janus’ hands free to scribble into his palms, fell back onto his legs to skitter down his soles, and bowed forward to dig into the soft flesh of his stomach.

“On the fifth day of Christmas, I count on my love-a-lee…” The flurry of movement from the last verse had paused, and Patton lay, for a moment, his cheek still on Janus’ panting midsection. Janus kept his guard up, though. Haggard as he was, he felt vindicated when he saw the mischievous twinkle in Patton’s eyes immediately before he took a big breath and blew a vibrating raspberry in Janus’ belly. The hilarious and heinous weapon was matched in volume by Janus’ wail of laughter. “Five raspberries!” Patton lifted his head, beaming. Janus shook his head, too breathless to form words and soon swept up once more in a tidal wave of howling humor as Patton planted one, two, three, four more raspberries on Janus’ tummy. It certainly didn’t help that all the Sides had slight stubble growing recently; the scratch of Patton’s peach fuzz, especially on Janus’ scales, made for the most awful raspberries he’d probably ever felt.

No rest for the wicked; Patton’s song carried on. Janus, through quite brutal a memorization process, was starting to get used to the pattern mentally, but not physically. The jumping from spot to spot was too sudden and speedy for him to get used to anything, so all he could do was brace for what he knew was coming next. Four scribbles down his spine (and shoulders, which Patton did not need to be so mean as to target), three pairs of palms subject to little but effective scratches, two feet menaced this time by that damn blue feather, and one belly button turning pink from aching laughter and attention.

“On the sixth day of Christmas, I count on my dearie lee… six ticklish armpits~” 

Another pause, during which Janus gulped giggly breaths before cracking an eye open. Like spiders cut loose from their webs, Patton’s hands descended, diving into Janus’ uppermost armpits with clawing fingers.

It was good that Janus had already let his laughter loose, because, when the newest bout of cachinnation rocked his frame, he needed all his resolve to hold his arms still. His grasp was white-knuckle tight on his arms and hair, and his laughing grin was wide enough to make his cheeks burn from the ache of exertion as well as the heat of elation. And then Patton took the elevator down to the next floor of terribly ticklish underarms. Janus’ elbows strained to flap, and his head whipped back and forth, shoving one chortling cheek and then the other into the bedspread. How long could this verse possibly be?

Another brutal raspberry to his belly amidst the armpit assault prompted a shriek from Janus. He couldn’t verbalize how unfair it was to double up on spots, and Patton’s explanation was hardly sympathetic. “Five!” Patton crowed, burying his face in Janus’ stomach to deliver vibrating lips and nuzzling stubble with each syllable. “Rasp! Ber! Ries!” For as much effort as Janus was using to keep still (aside from his thrashing laughing head and heaving stomach), he was startled at how easy a time Patton had muscling him halfway onto his side. That was definitely why he squealed, and not because Patton had finally moved down to scribbling into his lowest armpits with one jumping hand and feathering his lower back with the other.

“Four spiney squeezes~”

It was small but a mercy still that Patton didn’t make Janus release his ironclad grip on his own arms for the next stanza, settling instead on brushing that evil plume along his forearms and into the crooks of his elbows. (The song’s alignment to Patton’s actions had been askew from the start anyway, but Janus was having too much fun to nitpick.)

“Three pairs of twitchy palms~”

Perhaps unintentional, but there was another brief respite for Janus in the few seconds between Patton pulling back from his upper body to reach back for his feet. Very brief, maybe long enough for one guffaw to have a longer inhale than the rest before tumbling once more into wailing laughter as Patton’s fingers scribbled into his arches.

“Two wiggling feet~”

Patton pounced forward and giggled when Janus snorted amid his laughter, only to place a teasing kiss on his stomach.

“And a giggle button on his belly~”

If Janus wasn’t half-past loopy already, he would have marveled at Patton’s masterminding. This session was pure psychological evil. Janus was all heightened nerves and anticipation; after the reveal of what spot would start the new verse, he technically knew what was coming next, but he was still awash in thrill and terror, like he was experiencing each spot anew.

He also would have applauded six ticklish hands for Patton’s composition skills. Once they’d gotten to the tenth verse, it was a very smooth and terrible line up from Janus’ toes to his knees to his thighs to his hips. The next, eleven, was not so limited in its geography but its choreography, but Patton performed it wickedly. That beautiful quill was the star of it, and Patton made use of his ‘eleven feather swishes’ to waltz up Janus’ tummy, across his chest, dipping into his armpits, to his neck and ears–eleven was so many swishes. If he’d had the wherewithal and malice for it, Janus would have thrown Patton six calling birds for his villainy.

The echoes of the last verse and laughter lingering in the corners of the room, Janus lay, limp and gulping air through lingering giggles, eyes shut and an utterly relaxed smile upon his lips. Patton lay as well, still and content, his cheek resting on Janus’ stomach and his index fingers tracing the scales on his sides.

“How ya doin’, kiddo?” Patton asked with a sigh, chuckling when he received only a happy hissing exhale in reply. “I’m glad.” He sat up, tapping a little tune on Janus’ tummy and biting his lip. “You think you got it in you for one more verse?”

Janus’ eyes scrunched further shut, and he giggled at the mere thought of Patton’s proposal. He peeked through one eye and nodded.

“Okay.” Patton’s soft, fond smile sharpened into something sinister. “But, you know, darn it, I think I’ve forgotten the words. Do you remember them? Think you can sing it for me?”

Janus snorted at that. Yes, an excellent idea, let the snake whose brain had been reduced to happy goopy goofy mush come up with the words to the teasing song that had been his detriment. Don’t let him sink fully into elated sleepiness, make him force himself to stay awake enough to bear a bit more, draw out the session a little longer to make it truly the best Christmas gift… Upon deliberation, Janus could see the appeal. Mean but sweet, indeed. Janus pulled himself up, physically and mentally, assuming the familiar position of bracing his own arms and coaxing his mind from the edge of sleep. He’d certainly heard the verses enough times to know the words. He cleared his throat, voice hoarse and happy from laughing so long. “On the twelfth day of Christmas, the tickle monster gave to me: twelve heaving ribs– PATTON!”

The newest rendition of the song had been softer, wavering a bit, compared to Patton’s more confident and lilting tone. Well. It had been quieter, until Patton had unleashed hell upon Janus’ ribs. Vibrating, scratching fingers followed the furrows of the bones, left to right, and then raked down them like a washboard. Rinse, repeat.

Oh, Patton had been going easy on him all this time. That whole marathon thing had just been a prelude to the real event: the sprint.

“Yes, Janus dear?” Patton grinned. “Go on, just waiting for you to sing the next bit and tell me where to tickle!”

OH, not even a sprint–a sprint implied pushing it to the limit for a short time. This pseudo-sprint’s pace was to be determined by the man whose legs had been jelly for the past ten minutes. So it could have been a short time, if Janus let his shrieking, snorting laughter overtake him, or it could take as long as it took him to think coherently while being tickle tortured. A very, very long time. He really must have been on the naughty list.

Like with the previous, Janus had barely crowed out the next verse before Patton had that damn feather darting everywhere it could reach, his neck and ears and stomach mostly, until it could fly back to saw between his toes for the tenth day of Christmas. The feather flipped to scribble the quill end under Janus’ toes as Patton’s other hand squeezed up until it reached his knee. Nine. Both hands dove in to spider and scratch his thighs. Eight. Then to massage their thumbs into his hips bones. Seven.

Janus was a gay mess of exhausted but elated guffawing and kicking feet and flapping elbows. He could barely get out the words to direct Patton where to tickle next. If he’d been asked to lead a verse earlier in the session, he might have mucked up the order a bit on purpose to make it easier on himself. That option was out the window now, as he could hardly keep up with calling out spots as Patton was actively tickling them. He was swept up in the speed and brutality of the menacing of different spots, all scribbling nails and stubbly kisses. Patton was laughing with him, cheeks red from the upped pace of the activity and smile wide and beaming from getting to make Janus feel so happy and safe. He was jumping and falling between spots on the final countdown, half leading and half following Janus’ howling hymnal. With one final raspberry to Janus’ navel, the both of them collapsed in a cuddly heap, Patton rolling off Janus' body to hug him properly.

Eyes heavy and chest heaving as he took slow, deep, relaxing breaths, Janus gave Patton a boop on the nose with the Santa hat that sat crooked on his head. “Merry Christmas, meanie.”

“And a sweet New Year,” Patton giggled, reaching over the side of the bed to grab the duvet and wrap them both up in it for a well-earned snuggle.

#tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa #mine #ro writes #ticklish!janus #lee!janus #ler!patton

[fluffomatic]

Next in line to tickle Virgil is out boy Deciet! Gotta love the creepy snake man. Cannot wait to see what else Thomas does with Janus. He's such a cool character. His and Virgil's relationship is super interesting to me!!! I wanna know the backstory! Either way, Janus is definitely one to tickle the shit outta Virge~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #lee!virgil #ticklish!virgil #ler!janus #platonic tickles #sfw tickles

[oliviaischillin1204]

lots to learn

Pairings: Romantic Anamoceit

Word Count: 1,323 words

this is a direct sequel to this minific from a few years ago, they don't have to be read together but u might as well lol

"... I guess I've got a lot to learn."

"I think we all do!"

Virgil smiled up at him, and really, Patton couldn't help but lean down and press a kiss against his forehead.

"Do we wanna keep going, or are we tired?" he asked lightly. He really hadn't meant to tease, but it was pretty cute how both Virgil and Janus went suddenly shy at the idea of them continuing their little 'lesson'.

"Well, I for one have quite a busy morning at work tomorrow," Janus interjected, pretending he wasn't flushed and avoiding Patton's eyes. "So I'll have to pass on being the... subject, in order to get any actual rest. Unfortunately."

"Oh, sure," Patton replied. "So that means you're definitely not going to get any more tickles tonight, unless you change your mind and ask me or Virge to tickle you! That's what you want, right? No more tickles tonight?"

Janus' fingers clenched where he'd folded his arms protectively over his chest. "...Yes. It's not like I'd ever ask for more, of course."

"Oh, of course not," Patton teased, winking obviously at his husband. He gave Janus about twenty minutes tops before he caved and starting begging, which meant...

Patton smiled down at Virgil, who was still lying on his back in between himself and Janus. He returned Patton's gaze with a shy yet cocky gaze.

"Do you wanna...?" Patton offered. Virgil nodded wordlessly, biting his lip.

"Aw, yeah? You wanna go ahead and lift those arms for me, then?" he continued.

There were a few moments as Virgil took in a slow, shaky breath, before he managed to fold his arms behind his head. Janus shifted, sitting up further, but the slight movement was enough to make Virgil slam his arms back down to his sides with a panicked noise.

Neither Patton or Janus could stop the laughter that burst out of them.

"My goodness, darling, is it really that bad?" Janus teased.

"Oh, come on, Janny, you know how it is!" Patton retorted. "The anticipation makes everything feel so much more sensitive, huh, Virge?"

Virgil didn't respond; he was too busy burying his dark face in his hands as his partners teased him. "Please kill me."

"You wish," Janus replied. "Arms up, buttercup."

"Janus."

"If you have a problem with nicknames I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up soon. Patton can be quite creative."

Patton smirked, his voice a sing-song as he replied, "You would know!"

"Enough," Janus said in a voice that was not quite begging. "Eyes on Virgil, please."

Patton chuckled one more time, but did move on the bed until he was lying comfortably on his side next to Virgil, one hand propping up his head while the other rested innocently next to Virgil's side. Janus did the same; Virgil cut his eyes over to him, and he merely gave him that slow, sharp smile that Virgil loved.

"Should we make it a game?" Patton asked, fingers drumming the mattress and making Virgil tense up.

Janus hummed. "Maybe 'how long can you keep your arms up'? Or 'how long can you hold in your laughter'?"

"I'm not gonna last that long," Virgil blurted. His arms twitched, begging to drop to his sides, but he kept his hands behind his head. "I'm-- I'm really ticklish, and you're making it so horrible, but I do like it, but I feel like I'm gonna explode and you haven't even started yet--"

"Shhhhhhh," Janus whispered. "Breathe, Vergilius." His raised his hand, letting Virgil keep his eyes on his fingers as they curled in the air. "Just trust us. We'll take care of you."

Virgil was so entranced by Janus' fingers that he was completely unprepared for Patton running his nails down his side. Virgil gasped; his arms dropped just as he'd warned them, but Janus was viper-quick and managed to grab one elbow, pinning the arm closest to him back next to Virgil's head.

"Oh, hello," Janus purred, "what's this?" He fluttered his nails on Virgil's other side, the mirror image of where Patton's hand had been, and Virgil couldn't stop the keening squeal that escaped from his throat.

"Aw, is that a good spot?" Patton cooed. He copied Janus' pose by easily pulling Virgil's arm up so he could pin it (either because Patton was clearly stronger than Virgil and was able to pry his arm away from his side, or because Virgil was actually trying very hard to not protect himself from the tickles).

"Must be, if he's fighting us this much," Janus continued.

"Can't-- hehehelp it!" Virgil whined. His laughter was coming out in spurts and bursts, like he was trying to hold it back. This was torture; Patton's rough hands and rounded nails scratching between his ribs and his side was already enough to make him want to lose it, but Janus was much more delicate, which was freaking worse, because that meant he let his well-manicured nails dance ever so gently just above the most sensitive spots along Virgil's waistline, not speeding up and not going any rougher, just enough to make Virgil want to throw his head back and wail.

Of course, he couldn't do that, because he had three sleeping kids in the house and the thought of having to go through their bedtime routines yet again was exhausting. All he could do was lean forward and gasp in a breath as quietly as possible before saying, "Wait wait wait wait--"

His partners stopped immediately.

"I can't-- can't be quiet," he choked out. "The kids-- I don't wanna wake them, I'm sorry--"

"It's alright, sweetie," Patton replied, stroking Virgil's hair. He looked over Virgil's head at Janus, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation for a moment before he continued, "I have a thought."

The next thing Virgil knew, Patton was maneuvering him around, even picking him up for a brief moment and making Virgil yelp with surprise. When he was settled, Virgil found himself sitting on Patton's lap, his legs on either side of Patton's hips and their chests nearly pressed together. Heat rushed back to his face at the proximity.

"How about this?" Patton asked. "You need to laugh, you do it into my shoulder."

Virgil was about to respond when suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Janus leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Would that help you stay a bit quieter, darling?"

Virgil nodded so fast he almost hurt himself. "Yes."

He could feel Janus' grin again the back of his neck. "Good." That's all the warning he had before Janus' nails trailed all the way down his sides, from his armpits to just above his hips.

The noise that came out of him was nearly indecent, but Patton's hand came up and pushed Virgil's head into his shoulder just in time. This was almost worse, for Virgil-- not being able to see anything, so vulnerable and exposed pressed between his partners' chests-- but at least he didn't have to hold in his laughter anymore. He could merely relish in it as Patton's hands wrapped around his back to trace and spider through his sleep shirt all over the sensitive spots on his back, or as Janus' hands snuck around to flutter damningly all over Virgil's stomach.

"It's okay," Patton murmured into Virgil's hair, although the other man could barely hear it over his own muffled laughter. "We've got you. Just laugh it out."

"Besides," Janus continued, curling forward so his breath could once again tickle Virgil's ears, "it's your day off tomorrow. I think this is a perfect chance to explore this wonderful little secret I found, hmm?"

Virgil could blame it on the fact that he couldn't speak at the moment-- not with his mouth, wide open and wailing, pressed into the warmth that was Patton's shoulder-- but if he were honest... he couldn't agree with Janus more.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!janus #ler!patton #lots to learn #drafted on november 15 2021 #EDIT: UM I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS LIKE OVER A MONTH AGO AND I FORGOT TO POST IT #SORRYYYYYY #anyways have this while i (once again) try to finish some of my longer wips lmao

[whichsandersside]

poll submitted by Anonymous

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[trashyswitch]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmmm...Good question! Patton: 7/10 (Belly being his worst spot. Tickle him long enough, and he may not get revenge.)

Logan: 9/10 (Hates the fact that he's the most ticklish of all, but secretly doesn't mind the action itself.)

Roman: 6/10 (Has developed a resistance to rough tickles, but is SUPER weak to gentle tickles.)

Virgil: 7/10 (Patton and Virgil share a ticklish belly button. He's VERY wiggly when tickled.)

Janus: 5/10 (His scales are a little more ticklish than his skin. His laugh is more manic when tickled.)

Remus: 6/10 (Developed resistance to gentle tickles, but is quite weak to rough tickles.)

Remy: 7/10 (Acts like a little shit just to get tickles. Tickling is his remedy for insomnia.)

Emile: 5/10 (Tries to tickle you back while being attacked. Has a really cute giggle when you go for the neck.)

#sanders sides #tickle thoughts #family fluff #cute

[starlocked01]

Dukexiety Day 2- Games

Summary- Janus is sore about Remus and Virgil's newest game.

WC- 1015

Warnings- swearing, kissing, making out, caps lock shouting

@dukexietyweek

Beyond a single doubt, Virgil knew that his prized headphones were the MVPs of any of his possessions. Because living with Remus and Janus was loud and frequently annoying. And he proudly did his part to make it louder and more annoying, so long as he had his headphones to drown out the carnage. 

He felt certain his most recent psy-op had succeeded far above expectations when he heard Janus’ screams for assistance above Gerard Way’s screeching vocals. 

“What- Get off me! Rem- STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Virgil snickered and pulled a ear piece from his head to listen to the crash of bodies falling into the common space table, Janus’ continued cries of surprise and Remus’ cackling with depraved glee. 

“REMUS! GET YOUR FILTHY- Do not make me get the spray bottle- REMUS!” 

Virgil had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud. It sure sounded like Remus was winning. Janus screeched again and Virgil quickly replaced the headphones at the sound of angry mismatched footsteps approaching the door to his room. He took deep breaths to maintain his composure, waiting for the inevitable-

“Virgil? Open this door at once,” Janus sounded absolutely irate, trying to hide his emotions in a sticky sweet, honeyed tone. The call was paired with rapid pounding at the door, which Janus often employed since Virgil so often tried to tune out the mindscape shenanigans. 

Virgil bit his lip before replying, “What do you want?” trying to sound as annoyed at the intrusion as possible. 

Janus forced open the door and stepped inside. His cape sat askew on his shoulders, his hat nowhere to be found and his hair a tousled mess. Virgil had to swallow a smile as his gaze fell down to Janus’ feet, one still clad in his snake-skin Oxford while the other foot was bare of both shoe and sock. Janus glared at him, the missing shoe held in his hand and waving dramatically at Virgil. 

“Please explain why your feral partner attacked me and stole my sock?” Janus demanded, waving the shoe around as proof of the missing sock.

Virgil stared back at Janus, debating which answer would be funniest.

“You cannot lie to me, Virgil. Why is that gremlin attacking me for my socks?”

Virgil took a deep breath, “He’s practicing.”

“Practicing?”

“Yes. And it’s not going to do him any good,” Virgil grinned wickedly, “What? Have you never heard of sock wrestling, J?”

Janus’s eyes bulged in disbelief, but he was quickly knocked off balance as Remus dashed into the room from behind him on all fours, jumping up on the bed in a smooth leap and landing perfectly in Virgil’s lap. Virgil laughed with glee seeing the pilfered sock dangling from between sharp teeth. 

“My sock!” 

“Good job, Re! You do know you’re supposed to issue a challenge first though, right?” Virgil laughed and grabbed the sock, tugging on it to get Remus to let go. 

Remus growled and pulled back against Virgil, refusing to open his mouth. Virgil grinned and slid a hand under his tattered fishnet shirt, finding Remus’ ticklish spot with practiced ease. 

Remus laughed and curled away from the offending touch, Janus’ sock falling from his lips. Virgil smirked and tossed the sock back to Janus who stood watching, unable to mask the utter confusion and fury on his face. 

“Shoo. I gotta put this poser in his place,” Virgil barked at Janus, rolling over with Remus so that he had the chaotic side pinned to the bed, “trust me- you don’t want to be in the room when his socks come off.” 

Janus groaned and quickly retreated, muttering under his breath about needing to find darning needles to fix bite marks.

Remus giggled and tried to push Virgil off, a slippery tentacle slithering from his back and down the bed, reaching for Virgil’s foot. Virgil laughed and quickly swatted the appendage away.

“Hey! You know extra limbs are cheating!” 

“But I never win!” Remus whined, still trying to wrap the tentacle around Virgil’s Converse. 

“You would if you planned your moves out,” Virgil taunted, quickly snatching Remus’ shoe off with one hand while the other grabbed the tentacle.

Remus gasped but used the movement to sit up and grab Virgil by the shoulders, “Who said I wasn’t planning?” he asked as he kicked his foot away from Virgil’s grasping fingers. Virgil grunted with exertion, making another grab before Remus planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

How unfair. But he expected Remus to play dirty. 

Virgil pressed into the kiss, trying to pin Remus back down on his bed while locking their legs together. Remus parted his lips and before Virgil could quite process what was happening, had bit his tongue and kicked off one of Virgil’s shoes.

“-ey!” Virgil moaned, trying to wrench back his tongue and control of the game, “-ou fuggin’ cheadar!”

Remus snorted and pulled Virgil into a tight hug, breaking the kiss, “mine! You can’t escape me!”

Virgil laughed and broke out of the hug, pinning Remus’ arms to his sides and straddling his legs, “Watch me, pretty boy.”

Remus blushed, “you’re not gonna think I’m pretty for much longer…”

Virgil blinked, “Why not?”

Remus grinned, sharp canines on full display as he pulled his arm out of Virgil’s grasp, holding up a purple and black striped sock, “I win.”

Virgil stared with mouth agape for a moment, suddenly feeling the sheets on his bare foot, “un-fucking-believable. I let you win by cheating.”

Remus cackled and pulled Virgil back down to his chest, “you’re just mad I beat you at your own game.”

“By cheating.”

“You never said no kisses!”

“Because I would never discourage you from kissing me.”

Remus smirked, pulling the sock behind Virgil’s neck and using it to pull him close, “Is that so? Did I win another kiss?” 

Virgil chuckled and gazed into Remus’ gorgeous brown eyes, sparking with adrenaline, joy, and mischief. He dipped down to kiss Remus again, biting at his lip and pressing close. 

There were perks to losing the game.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #dukexiety week 2023 #janus sanders #sock wrestling #tentacles

[just-your-average-author]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmmm okay so PERSONALLY I'm a sucker for a good trope so I'm always feeling Virgil is the most ticklish.

so starting with Light Sides we have

Logan: 5 (average ticklish person, mostly have to be really keyed up to get a big reaction but ticklish none the less. can hide it the best out of all the sides)

Patton 5.5 (Slightly more ticklish then Logan, but despite that, he has some of the biggest reactions because he's having fun and the bigger the reaction, the more the others will tickle him!

Roman 8 (V ticklish!! despite being the primary Ler in the Mind Palace, he's actually the second most sensitive side. he has big hearty laughter that everyone loves if they dare to try!)

Virgil 9.5 (sweet boi, literally touch him ANYWHERE he at the very least giggles, and at the most screams. hates it with a passion ((not really)) but puts up with it for everyone else ((again not really)) )

Alt:

Remy: 4 (def ticklish in one very specific spot and no where else for some reason. will laugh alot and have fun with it but he's much more of a Ler)

Emile: (y'all don't kill me please I've never seen cartoon therapy I keep meaning to but still haven't so all I know is he's a therapist(?) so I can't really do him but for the heck of it I have him as 6.9)

TW DARK SIDES:

Janus: 6.5 (Fairly ticklish, mostly in obscure (?) places and almost none in the traditional "tickle spots". places like palms, ankles, wrists, face, and neck. He hides it well but if you're persistent he'll die)

Remus: 3 (in my personal HC I don't really like Remus all that much so I just hc him not at all but realistically I think he's a solid 3 cause that's like everyone on earth tbh. he hides it incredibly well tho)

anywho these are my personal HC thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!

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[hahanamegobrrrr]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

I think Logan would probably be like a 7

Virgil would be an 8

Patton would be a 6.5

Roman would be like, a 7.5

Janus would be like an 8.5 overall, bc he'd be a 6 or 7 on most spots but his scales would be a 9 or 10

Remus would be a 6

I'm not really sure about Remy or Picani

I don't think anyone would be like, 10/10 super ticklish everywhere just bc most people aren't really like that :0

#ask #sayin' stuff #sanders sides tickling

[smileheart110]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Patton - 8/10

Logan - 9/10

Roman - 7/10

Virgil - 10/10

Janus - 8/10

Remus - 7/10

Emile - 6/10

Remy - 9/10

#ask #ts tickles #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #headcanon #sanders sides #samders sides headcanon #sfw tickling community

[kanene-yaaay]

Yeah, too bad it'll probably never happen. If there ever is another Sides Q&A, if someone asked what Janus does with his spare hands, probably won't turn out that way. After all, in order to make that happen, Thomas would have to insert himself into that predicament as the characters and have someone else be Janus's hand with the risk of needing multiple takes. The guy has expressed multiple times on Tumblr and occasionally Twitter he's ticklish and gets quite defensive about it. (Would send screenshots but you can't do that anonymously) There could be a 1% maybe chance that if Roman was asked what kind of fights he's capable of winning or something among those lines, it's perhaps slightly possible tickle fights could come up but not very likely. Would probably be on cloud 9 if any of that did happen though, lol

That is true! Not gonna lie, tho, I don't mind that much that this isn't very likely of happening because half of the fun is to imagine the scenarios and wonder how each character would react to them, in my opinion! <3 It would be cute if happened, tho, I believe

#Kanene's asks #Kanene's askys

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

Virgil decided to bring his friends into his apartment to formally introduce his boyfriend to them. He has informed Roman on such and he agreed. Roman also decided to have his brother introduce himself to Virgil which Virgil agreed to.

When Virgil's friends arrived he brought them to the living room-- where he put out a few snacks and drinks. "Roman said his brother will be here shortly." Virgil said as he sat down and texted Roman that his friends are now here. Roman came strolling into the living room shortly after in a loose red tank crop top and shorts-- his gym cloths as Virgil calls them-- which indicates that he must have been working out.

He sits next to Virgil and wraps his arm around the shorter one. "This is Roman, obviously." Virgil says as he leans into Roman slightly as he gestures a hand to the older one. "This is Patton, Remy, Logan, and Janus."

"Hello." Patton says with a wide welcoming smile and Roman waves back.

"Hello there Patton."

"Cute one ya got, huh?" Remy says to Roman gesturing towards Virgil. Roman nods in response.

Logan just smiled and waved at Roman who did the same back. Before anyone else could talk there was a knock on the door. Roman got up and opened the door to see his younger twin brother there.

"Hey little brother," Roman says as he lets him in.

"By two minutes." Remus says as Roman sits back down with the younger boy and Remus tries to find a spot on the couch.

"That's Remus." Roman says as he points to the boy who decided to instead sit on the ground.

"Short boy, huh?" Remus says, instead of saying 'hello' deciding to make a comment on how short Virgil is compared to Roman.

Roman nods and Virgil rolls his eyes.

An awkward moment passes before Patton lights up with an idea. "We could play never have I ever!" Patton squeals. "It'll be a way to get to know each other!"

"Yea sure. Who asks the question first?" Roman questions.

Patton raises his hand slightly and everyone nods at him. "Okay, Never have I ever played hooky from school or work." Everyone but Patton and Logan put a finger down. "Logan you next."

"Never have I ever stolen anything." Logan said in his mono toned voice. Remus and Janus put a finger down.

"Story," Patton says.

"It was a pack of gum and I didn't have money." Janus says.

"Chips, swore I payed for them, brought them out and checked the receipt, nope."

The game continues like that for a while til Roman asks, "Never have I ever been so sensitive that one poke to the side makes you giggle." as he looks down at Virgil who slowly puts a finger down and blushes slightly at the question. The other people are confused at this because Virgil always states how he's not ticklish at all whenever asked.

"Virgil's ticklish, now is he?" Janus says with a slight smirk.

"No," Virgil says mock offended at the question.

"Liar, your the most ticklish person I know." Roman states looking down at Virgil.

The other people in the room smile at Virgil and slowly get up and walk to Virgil. Virgil jumps up and runs at seeing their smirks and them slowly getting closer to him.

"Not so fast tickle-me-emo." Roman says grabbing Virgil's waist. Virgil giggles slightly as he falls onto Roman as Roman brings them back over to the couch. With a pinch to Virgil's side the younger boy squeals and tries to fight off Romans hand.

"How didn't we know your ticklish when your THAT ticklish?" Patton asks with a wide smile across his face.

Virgil shrugs as he continues to try and escape Romans hand before eventually giving into the tickling, barley squirming away, as he covers his face with his hands.

Roman continues the "torturer", which Virgil only slightly minded because it was in front of his friends, before stopping and going back to the conversation from before with his giggly boyfriend on his lap.

Sry it's short, I would appreciate constructive criticism to help me write these sort of things better<3 Have an amazing day/night/afternoon<3

#lee!virgil #ler!roman #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sander side virgil #sander side roman #sander sides #sanders sides #sanders sides twording #sander sides twording #twording #tickling #t wording #sanders sides tickling #sander sides tickling

[lovelyemerald]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

OOOOO thank you for this ask! I've been inactive for a while so I'm sorry about that. But here we go!!

Logan- 2. Honestly I love all the head cannons on logan being ticklish, but in my opinion I really dont think he is. He has some cute giggles you can get out of him though. Hes probably only ticklish on his neck.

Patton- 8. I would put Patton at a 10, but I really think he isnt crazy ticklish. But hes SO CUTE. He is so submissive and will love to be silly.

Remus- 10 YOU CANT DISAGREE...he would so be a 10! Hes so silly and it seems like it would be such a big weakness for him. I dont see people making Remus just off the walls when hes tickled. (Maybe now??? Someone???)

Roman-6 Roman is definitely ticklish, but he has to keep his ego in any situation. He can hide it so I think that's why I put it at a 6

Virgil- 4 I think Virgil wouldnt really like someone touching him, but sometimes he wouldn't mind having some tickles. His giggle is cute. After a while though Virgil would want to be done.

Janus-0 I feel like if you tried he would say, "what was that supposed to do??" And then launch at you HSJSJSNDN

Emile-7 HE WOULD BE SO CUTE OMG.I would wanna tickle him all day. He would just be like Patton.

Remy-3 I feel like he would just play along. Hes kinda ticklish but he would be sassy about it while you tickled him.

OK OK I HOPE THIS IS AGREEABLE...comment if you think otherwise

#tickle #tickle content #sanders sides #thomas sanders #tickle thoughts #tword community #sanders #patton sanders #tword content #ts sides

[oliviaischillin1204]

Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?

ok in hindsight i misread this ask a bit akdhsj but it resulted in me adding a bit extra content so it's all good

3 Sides I'd wreck w tickles: VIRGIL first and foremost. i want to wreck that boy so so so badly. that is my biggest dream and is the reason i got into sasi tfic (which makes sense considering i got started via dani's fics). he would be so weak and so adorable and so embarrassed by it all i would wreck him. then also each of the creativitwins: Remus bc i wanna make the big bad scary crazy side giggle like a kid, and Roman bc i wanna make the big strong brave side... giggle like a kid KJDFHDJSDHFD

2 Sides I'd have an even tickle fight with: Patton for one, bc he'd be such a silly ler and would be so freaking good at it, and he's cute and soft and would be very ticklish and have a very cute laugh. Janus for a similar reason as the twins, bc i wanna make him lose it in a very out-of-character way, but also i think his attitude as a ler would be particularly enjoyable for me.

1 Side I'd have wreck me: Logan tbh. i just think, if he were being v stoic about the whole thing, it would actually absolutely get me. of course the stoicness mixed in w playfulness is important too, and i think he would get into the whole vibe of it. sorry this is so weirdly worded im just thinking abt it now and i like it JDFHDJS

#thank u so much for the ask!!! #my posts #asks #anon #sanders sides tickling

[calmlypanicking]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Ooo ok this is a fun question!!

Roman: 7/10. Ticklish enough to have comical reactions but it doesn't like make him explode

Remus: hmmm.. 4? I haven't thought about him as much. I feel like he's ticklish but it's not that bad

Patton: 8/10 pretty ticklish, but he gets more ticklish if he's flustered, like ranges from a 7 to a 9 depending on his mood

Janus: 7/10 if caught of guard, but like 4 /10 if prepared for it (at least it seems that way, up to you if he's actually less ticklish that way or if he's just good at keeping a straight face)

Virgil: 9/10 because anxiety like I feel like tickles are kinda within his realm anyway. Can get to be more of a 10/10 with teasing or anticipation

Logan: 6/10 pretty stoic and that holds true here, however I think really light tickles for him would be closer to an 8/10

I'm not super familiar with Emilie picani or Remy tbh but I'd be happy to hear if yall have any ideas on them

#ty for the ask! #tickle #tickle community #not a fic #sanders sides

[gamequeenanya]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmm, haven't done Sander Sides in a while, so apologies if I'm a little rusty! I'll do Nico too, because he's my little guy <3

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Virgil: 10/10 - well, he's anxiety, and being ticklish is caused by anxiety. :3

Logan: 8/10 - it's always the serious ones who are super sensitive!

Roman: 7/10 - let's be honest here, Princey can probably hide it a little better / hold his laughter in, since he's an actor and has good breath control... but he's still rather ticklish and can't hold it in forever!

Remus: 7/10 - he's Roman's twin, so I'm giving him the same number. But he's also super impulsive and probably can't hold his laughter in the way Roman can because he never learned proper self control.

Patton: 6/10 - perhaps a little above average. As a dad figure he's going to get it rather often.

Janus: 4/10 - hmm... Not sure, but I'll have him a bit lower because someone has to be. I've heard snakes in the wild don't like being tickled, but if they're domesticated and used to being handled they can tolerate it.

Remy: 5/10 - he's a scamp. One way to handle that!

Picani: 3/10 - don't see him as particularly ticklish. perhaps he has one bad spot!

Nico: 9/10 - yeah, he's basically ticklish everywhere. Comes across as the type who will tease you just to get wrecked!

#asks and headcanons #tickle headcanons

[trashyswitch]

Day 25: Ticklish Non-Human Attributes

Janus decides to make Virgil his favorite food as a way to mend their friendship. This simple act ended up going even better than they both expected.

He felt like his relationship with Virgil was more on the rocks, ever since Virgil was accepted by the other sides. So, he wanted to try and mend things between them. So, Janus decided to cook up and give Virgil one of Virgil’s favorite meals. 

And what did that favorite meal happen to be? 

Well…It was ramen! And not just the ramen in a cup, or the instant ramen…It was the real ramen you can get at a traditional ramen shop! The onions, the eggs, the pork cutlet, the Narutomaki, aka the fish cake, and the dark lettuce or nori (seaweed). 

Janus put each item into the ramen, and grabbed the bowl of broth. He dumped the broth into the bowl without a soup spoon, and watched as the ramen and the other things started to react and float in the broth. Janus smiled at his success and put the pot down. 

Then, Janus grabbed a pair of wooden chopsticks and the red renge (the spoon for ramen), and headed to Virgil’s room. He put the chopsticks on top of the ramen bowl, and put the renge, or the ramen spoon, into the ramen before knocking on the door. While he waited for Virgil to answer the door, he carefully fixed his hand position on the plate under the ramen bowl. 

The door opened, revealing Virgil with his hood up to cover up his cat ears. “Oh…Hi.” Virgil said. 

“Upset I’m not Patton?” Janus asked. 

Virgil shook his head. “No…just surprised it’s you.” Virgil admitted. 

“Alright. So…Hello Virgil. I may or may not have made you your favorite food. Would you like some?” Janus asked. 

Virgil softened his expression as he smelled the ramen. It looked appetizing…almost too appetizing. Virgil hesitantly took the plate and bowl with his paws. “This isn’t poisoned…is it?” Virgil asked. 

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Yes?” He replied. 

Virgil narrowed his eyes before bringing the ramen further into his room. “What’s the occasion?” 

Janus chuckled. “No occasion. Just thought you could use a little warm hug from something other than the traditional arm hug.” Janus replied. 

Virgil hummed as he placed the ramen on his dresser. He set up a card table and placed it against the side of his bed. Virgil put the ramen bowl onto the card table, before sitting down on the side of his bed to eat. 

“So…what has been happening?” Janus asked. 

Virgil shrugged his shoulders, humming as he shoved some noodles into his mouth. “Not much…” Virgil replied. 

Janus nodded as he sat on a chair across from Virgil. “Is it bad?” Janus asked. 

Virgil shook his head as he took another mouthful. “It’th really gooth.” Virgil replied with his mouth full. Virgil swallowed. “You were always a really good cook.” Virgil added. 

Janus smiled and nodded as a symbol of thanks. 

“What kind of broth did you use?” Virgil asked. 

“Swanson chicken broth.” Janus replied. 

“I see…You didn’t make chicken broth from scratch?” Virgil teased. 

Janus narrowed his eyes. “Why?” Janus asked. 

Virgil chuckled. “Just joking.” Virgil replied. 

Virgil ate half an egg in one bite, while Janus watched him eat for a couple minutes. “Small question:” Janus said. 

Virgil looked up at Janus. “Hm?” 

“Are your ears still ticklish?” Janus asked. 

Virgil stared at Janus with a blank, slightly impatient face. He swallowed. “…Why?” 

“…No reason.” Janus replied. 

Virgil scoffed. “Sure.” He took in another mouthful of noodles along with some green onions. 

Janus bit his lip and looked down. “Sorry…” 

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” Virgil replied. 

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Tell you what?” 

Virgil smiled slightly. “Are your scales still ticklish?” Virgil asked with a smirk. 

Janus widened his eyes and stared at Virgil. Then, he looked to the side. “Uuuuh…” 

Virgil waited for his answer. “‘Uuuh’…is that a yes? Or a no?” 

Janus awkwardly scratched the back of his scaly neck. “Well…No.” 

Virgil laughed. “I knew it.” 

Janus chuckled nervously. “Nothing to see here…” 

Virgil smirked. “Sure…” 

Janus looked at Virgil. “So…what’s your answer? Yes, your ears are still ticklish? Or no, your ears are not ticklish?” Janus asked. 

Virgil swallowed and put the chopsticks on top of the bowl. “Yes. My ears are still ticklish.” Virgil told Janus. “...and a melt spot.”

Janus smiled eagerly at the last sentence. “Would you mind if I tested this answer?” Janus asked. 

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Why?” 

Janus shrugged his shoulders. “Because it was cute.” 

Virgil scoffed. “Yeah, when I was 7.” He muttered. 

Janus removed his gloves. “I will not tickle you hard.” 

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Not happening, Deceit.” 

“Please?” Janus asked. 

“Not. Happening.” Virgil commanded. 

Janus looked at Virgil with a serious look. “I’ll let you tickle me first.” 

Virgil guffawed. “Wow…Willing to sacrifice your own embarrassment to embarrass me?” Virgil asked. 

Janus shrugged his shoulders. “Sure.” 

Virgil chuckled with a small smile. “So determined...” 

Janus frowned slightly. “I will.” He put up his right hand without the glove on. “I promise.” 

Virgil stared at him with a ‘you have got to be kidding’ face. “You…you’re serious about this?” Virgil asked. 

Janus nodded. “Yes. 100%. Completely serious.” Janus told Virgil. He wasn’t even lying at this point. That was how dedicated Janus was. 

Virgil softened his expression a bit. He bit his lip before making a choice. “Fine. But this means I’m allowed to tickle your armpits, right?” Virgil asked. 

Janus nodded. “Yes.” 

Virgil nodded. “Deal.” Virgil said as he got up. Virgil took off his own sweater and placed it on the bed before walking up to Janus. He wrapped his hand around Janus’s upper hip, and started squeezing his fingers on both sides. “Is thi-”

“GaaAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!” Janus shouted. “WHOhohohoa- ohohokahay! Wohohow!” He reacted. 

Virgil smirked a bit and added his other hand to the other hip to steady himself. Janus just laughed and giggled up a storm as he wiggled around uncontrollably. 

“So…which hip tickles more?” Virgil asked. “This one?” Virgil started squeezing only the skin hip. 

Janus threw his head back with a fit of giggles. “EEHEheheheek! Hehey!” 

“Or this hip?” Virgil switched to tickling his scaly hip. Janus snorted and laughed hysterically. “BAAHAHAHAHA! THIS ONE! THIHIHIS OHONE IS WOHORRRSE!” Janus yelled. 

“Oooooh! Interesting.” Virgil reacted. 

Virgil moved his hands to Janus’s sides next. He lifted up Janus’s collared shirt and cracked his knuckles. “Which one tickles more? The skin side?” Virgil started squeezing and skittering his fingers on the right side, aka the skin side. 

Janus felt as his hat fell off his head while he shook his head wildly. “Myhyhyhy hahahat! Nohohoho!” Janus reacted. 

Virgil took a moment to move his hat over to the bed. “I’ll give you the hat after.” Virgil told him. Then, he went right to tickling the left side, aka the scarly side. 

Janus wheezed and bursted out in strong, deep laughter. “Hahahahaha! Yohohou ahare a bruhuhutal tihihickleherr!” Janus reacted. 

“I know~” Virgil teased. 

Virgil moved his hands up to the armpits and lifted the right arm up. “Tell me: are you more ticklish here?” Virgil asked as he tickled the right armpit, aka the skin armpit. 

Janus squeezed his eyes shut and giggled all high-pitched like a little giggly child. 

Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Or more ticklish here?” Virgil asked next as he lifted up Janus’s right arm and tickled Janus’s right armpit. 

Janus guffawed and laughed gleefully as he wiggled around to get out of Virgil’s grasp. “THE RIHIHIGHT! THEHEHE RIHIHIGHT’S WOHOHORRRSE!” Janus yelled. 

“Wow! I can certainly tell.” Virgil reacted. 

“AHAHAHALRIGHT, MYHYHY TUHUHURN!” Janus told him. 

“Aww…already?” Virgil asked. 

“YEHEHEHEHEHESS!” Janus replied. 

Virgil nodded and let go of Janus’s arm. He removed his hand from Janus’s scaly armpit, before backing up a bit to let the half-snake replenish his oxygen intake. Janus coughed a bit and took in deeper breaths so he could recuperate faster and more efficiently. Though, he was careful. He didn’t want to suck in too much air, for fear of creating a coughing fit. 

Virgil grabbed the chopsticks and ate a bit more of his noodles while she waited for Janus to get better. A few mouthfuls later, Virgil put the chopsticks down again, sat down on the ground in criss-cross-apple-sauce, and smiled as Janus started to sit up. 

“Alright..,my turn.” Janus said as he got up. Janus crawled himself up to Virgil and placed a hand onto his little right cat ear. 

Virgil squeaked and covered his mouth in shock. Did he really just make that noise?! 

Janus chuckled. “Awww…” He said. 

Virgil groaned and covered his whole face with both his paws. How embarrassing…

But Janus was a good sport about it. He gently brought Virgil against his chest, and cuddled him. He petted his back for a little bit, trying to help him relax and grow calm. Amazingly, this actually worked. Virgil seemed to calm down enough in Janus’s arms. Perhaps this cuddling reminded Virgil of when they were younger?

Soon, Janus decided to proceed with his idea: 

He brought his left hand up to Virgil’s ear, and started massaging the lower ear. Virgil began to smile and shake slightly from the giggles that were spilling out of his mouth. 

“Mmmhmhmhmhm…” Virgil mumbled some giggles. 

Janus paused his tickling. “Having fun?” Janus asked. 

Virgil nodded and looked up at Janus with his wide, kitty eyes. “Mmhmm…” 

Janus widened his eyes and smiled brightly. He hadn’t seen Virgil look at him like this since age 14! This was incredible!! 

Janus decided to give Virgil’s ears a few more massages. He placed one hand each onto Virgil’s ears, and started massaging and scratching. 

“Pfffhehehehehehe!” Virgil giggled, shoving his face further into Janus’s chest. 

Janus smiled and playfully blew gentle air onto Virgil’s right ear. This made Virgil’s ear flutter as the cat let out a high pitched squeak. “Doooon’t!” Virgil whined. 

“Too much?” Janus asked. 

Virgil nodded, rubbing his face up and down against Janus’s chest. Janus just chuckled softly as he went back to massaging his ears again. 

Virgil continued to giggle and squeal his way through janus’s gentle tickles. And once Virgil got used to his strategies for tickling, he began to enjoy it a little more. Janus always knew that his ears were a ticklish melt spot on him…and usually it was an embarrassing fact that he didn’t like  about himself. But…maybe the melt spot is growing on Virgil now…

The melt spot had certainly grown onto Janus a long time ago. He loved the melt spot so much as a kid! Probably too much…to the point of really missing it when Virgil told him to stop tickling the spot. So being able to do this decades later, was a huge blessing. 

Janus and Virgil stayed like this for a long time. It was long enough that when Virgil was finally able to finish his noodles, the meal was ice cold. He ended up needing to heat it up in the microwave. And when Virgil went to the kitchen, Virgil discovered the huge mess in the kitchen. 

Virgil chuckled. “Well…you may be a good cook…but you are still a disaster at cleaning up your messes…”

#tickletober 2022 #day 25 #complicated relationships #strained relationships #ticklefic #switch!virgil #switch!janus