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Patton's Tiny Tickles (Tiny Sides)

This was written for the Tiny Sides epidemic on Tumblr. No ships are present in this fiction. Just fluff and Roman giving the tyke his daily dose of tickles. :3 (This fic is super fluffy I die every time I read it.) Please enjoy!

Patton's Tiny Tickles

Words: 944

Ships: None

Warnings: None

It had been about four weeks since the loving dad had been turned into a tiny tot and boy was the child rambunctious. He would get himself into all sorts of trouble without meaning too. From getting into Logan's desk looking for paperclips to sneaking into Virgil's room and fiddling with his headphones even when the the darker aspect had specifically told him not too.

You see, Patton had a hard time with the word "No" as young children do sometimes, so finding a system that the child would respond to was really hard for Virgil, Roman, and Logan. Luckily, the answer came to them subtly when one day Virgil noticed how the tyke responded to physical touch. Morality would always lean closer whenever one of the sides touched him. The sides took note and began to experiment with the new found information. At first it was a pat on the head, but that quickly evolved to a gentle hug, hand-holding, or even piggy back rides. But, the game of touch changed drastically when baby Patton got his first bout of tickles.

Roman remembers it like it was last week, because it basically was. They were all in the living room hanging out, Logan was reading aloud to the tiny tyke on his lap, while the other two played checkers on the floor. The teacher was gently running a hand across Patton's back while the latter enjoyed both the sweet sound of Logan's voice and the physical contact he was being given.

It happened when Logan's hand had accidentally strayed to his side, causing the little tyke to let out an adorable giggle. This alerted the logical trait to the child on his lap as Patton looked up at him with curiosity and wonder. He raised an eyebrow at the young child after a grin had instantly spread across Patton's face and said "Again! Again!" This caused Virgil and Roman to look up from their game of chess to see what little Pat was excited about.

Understanding what the child was wanting, Logan carefully put the book aside as he let a small smile play across his lips only motioning to Roman and Virgil to watch what was happening. Logan began by carefully rubbing Patton's back in the same manner that he was before, but delicately moved his fingers to Patton's sides. Upon contact, Patton instantly squealed and began to squirm on Logan's lap, giggling delightfully.

Both sides 'awwed' but noticed that, Patton wasn't stopping Logan. The logical trait only allowed the tickling to continue for a little bit longer, before he pulled his hands away. This left a panting, pouty Patton on Logan's lap demanding more tickles. Roman wanted to tickle him right after, but a deduction from Logan suggested they use to their advantage by rewarding tiny Patton with tickles.

That had all happened last week and Roman still didn't get his chance to tickle baby Patton. Now that Virgil and Logan were both busy with their own frivolities, Roman had his chance. The tyke had been relatively good today, keeping his hands away from things that shouldn't be touched because at the end of the day he would be rewarded.

The royal was in the kitchen cooking a bowl of soup for himself and Patton when the tyke toddled in, obviously looking for Logan or Virgil. They had been the only ones that Patton had received tickles from before, so it was only natural to go back to them again. Roman gave a small smile before alerting the toddler of his presence.

"Why hello Patton. Are you looking for Virgil and Logan?"

"Uh-huh." The tyke nodded his head vigorously up and down.

Roman put the soup on simmer before walking up to the toddler. "Well, I'm sorry to say, but it seems as if they are both busy at this moment in time. I do not think they are in the proper position to give you your daily dose of tickles." The child's head lowered sadly. "But, I know who can!"

Roman gave the tyke an eyebrow wiggle before moving to the couch in the living room, the child tailing behind curiously.

"How about I tickle thee?" Roman asked as he sat down. This earned a squeal of joy from the youngster as Patton threw himself onto Roman's lap and squirmed upright and horizontally in order to face his fellow side.

"'ickle me?" Patton asked sheepishly through his anticipated giggles. Roman didn't think he could get any cuter.

"With pleasure my dear Patton, but do know that the true tickle monster has been deprived of his dinner for 1 week too long! And he is hungry!" With an evil smirk, Roman held up his wiggling fingers above Patton's sides before gently lowering them and scribbling teasingly.

"Nuuuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!!" Baby Patton was in hysterics quickly, but enjoying every minute of it. Roman's fingers gently darting from tickle spot to tickle spot, giving the child exactly what he wanted. Sadly, Roman had to stop to give the tiny tot the break he needed and just like all other times Patton didn't want his tickler to stop.

"I'm sorry little prince, but you needed a breather."

"No! More! More!"

Roman rolled his eyes and instantly picked him up, making all the extra sound effects, lifted up Patton's shirt, and blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy. Patton squealed and laughed with more excitement than he ever had with the other two aspects. So much so, that when it was time for his next tickle session, Patton went straight for Roman, bounding towards him happily. And if you'd think for a second that the other sides weren't jealous of this, then the looks on their faces would definitely prove you wrong.