Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Work Hard, Sleep Harder

This is Technically the second Sanders Sides tickle fic and the second longest one shot I have ever wrote! But I saw someone had asked for this prompt on thetickleeravens blog a couple weeks ago and I thought I would try it out!

There are no T-fics like this that I have seen yet, so I thought I might try this out. Let me all know if you enjoy. This tickle session was supposed to be between Virgil and Thomas, but Logan somehow managed to weasel his way into it.

Without further ado:

Work Hard, Sleep Harder

Words ~ 2,722 ~

(No ship)

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This wasn't the first time a situation like this had occurred, and Virgil knew it wouldn't be the last. Still, the darker aspect never liked the aftermath of Thomas's choices if he decided to stay up this late.

"Maybe make the border's pink." Roman rubbed his chin tiredly as Thomas typed away on his computer. He was designing a new flyer for his appearance at an upcoming con and Princey was helping him with formating. Or trying to at least. The Regal aspect was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, let alone making sense of what was going on around him.

"Pink would be a suitable color." Logan was having the same issues. He knew that everyone including himself was falling asleep and it was only a matter of time before Roman zonked out, thus ending Thomas's ability to keep decorating for the night. Not only was the logical aspect tired, but he could not think straight for the life of him.

"Ugh...its too bright." Virgil just wanted to sleep. He didn't care if they finished the flyer tonight or not. "Look. Can't we just...finish this tomorrow? We are all tired and Patton fell asleep three hours ago. Not to mention Royal Playboy over there needs his beauty sleep."

Roman tried to shake himself out of his daze only to be met by the same drowsiness once again. "I'm not a...playboy..." It was at this moment that Roman lost his balance and face planted into the floor. Both Virgil and Logan huffed in amusement, but they had to hold back their chuckles as they heard the fanciful trait begin to snore.

Thomas immediately stopped typing and put his head down on the table. "Darn it Roman! I lost my idea." The royal trait didn't answer, but continued snoring, confirming the fact that he was indeed asleep.

Virgil huffed as he walked down the stairs from his spot to where Roman was currently laying. "Alright Thomas. Roman is gone. WE are done for the night and we includes you."

"Yes Thomas. I advise you heed Virgil's advice. He does represent your body after all, and right now your involuntary functions are screaming at you to go to sleep. It's best to not to fight it."

"Ugh...fine." Thomas saved his work and closed his laptop. He didn't want to admit that he was as tired as the rest of them. He only wanted to get the flyer finished before tomorrow, so he would have time for other important matters.

Logan turned and walked over to where Roman was lying. "Are we going to carry him?" He motioned to the snoring log on the floor.

"Unless you want to let him sleep there for the whole night. But, I don't want to deal with a grumpy Prince in the morning."

"Point taken. I'll hold his feet if you grab his arms." With their combined strength, Virgil and Logan hoisted the sleeping Roman off the floor and carried him to his room. With much struggle the two were able to open the door and dump his body on top of his bed.

Thomas, seeing the two were busy escorting Roman, quickly whipped back open his laptop and continued working. It's true he had no ideas, but with the other two aspects being awake he could at least get the skeleton of the flyer completely outlined.