Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Of Lawn Mowers and Yard Work (Ship: ???)

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I have no clue what this. I wanted to write a random tickle fic, and this is the outcome. I'm not exactly happy with it, but I thought I'd shove it your direction because you all might get a kick out of it. Let me know what you think the ship is, if there even is a ship at all! That's all for now, and enjoy!

Of Lawn Mowers and Chainsaws

Ship: ???

Words ~ 1,737 ~

Warnings: Mentions of serial killers, cussing

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  A beautiful day was what brought the sides outside, or at least most of them. Patton watched through the window of the kitchen as he washed dishes, smiling sadly once he saw the other three doing their own chores of yard work outside.

Roman had marched to the shack and acquired a red push mower, rolling it over to the edge of the lawn. He mopped his brow, turning his gaze to where Logan was trimming back the branches of the large trees. He marveled at how pristine each leafy extension looked after it was cut by the logical aspect. "It looks spectacular Logan!" The prince yelled over the loud sound of the chainsaw.

It ceased once Logan noticed Roman was speaking to him. "What? Oh. Thank you Roman." He spoke through the protection visor, response mostly muffled, but the prince was able to understand regardless.

Roman chuckled and snapped, transforming out of his prince outfit and into a white tank top, red shorts, and gold tennis shoes. He flexed his muscles glancing over to Virgil, who was a couple yards from him hoping the darker aspect would comment on his bod in all it's sweaty glory.

Unfortunately, Virgil had his back turned, more focused on pointing his water hose at a rather brown spot of grass. Roman pouted and positioned himself behind the lawn mower. He grasped the cord with his left hand and yanked as hard as he could with his right.

The loud rumble caused by the machine echoed across the yard, forcing the darker aspect to jump straight up in a surprise.

Roman grinned victoriously and threw his head back in laughter once he caught the glare Anxiety shot at him. "Success." Patton chuckled from the other side of the window.

Roman rubbed his hands together devilishly, set his hands on the bar, and began to push the lawn mower so it was heading straight for Virgil. It took the darker aspect a second to register that the roar was getting closer but once he did, the evasive maneuvers he decided to take were very acrobatic.

Roman mowed through the spot that Virgil had been standing just a second ago.

"Wtf Roman!? The hell are you doing?" Roman chuckled.

"Just having a bit of fun!" He yelled over the top of the engine.

"By chasing me around the yard with that thing?! What are you a serial killer?!"

"No. That's Logan at the moment." They turned their attention to the logical aspect who had just finished trimming the last tree of the lawn and was climbing back down the ladder with the chainsaw carefully.

"Tch. I'd trust Logan with a chainsaw more than I'd trust you with a wooden stick."

Roman gaped. "How dare you?! Then why the heck did you let me mow the yard?"

"I didn't!! I told you no and to let Patton do it! And what did you do? Ya marched straight to the shack and got the vegetation decapitating device for yourself."

"But I didn't want to wash the dishes and that was the only other option." Roman pouted, turning off the machine so he could better hear Virgil.

"Neither did Patton, okay? He would rather be outside with us than inside washing dishes." The anxious side rubbed his face in irritation.

"But, that would mean I would be inside...alone...and bored."

Virgil scoffed. "Serves you right for trying to chase me around with that thing. This is why we dont let you play with sharp things Roman. Give up the lawn mower, I'll go inside and grab Patton." Virgil was about to run towards the house, when a thought occurred to him.

He picked up a heavy, nearby rock and set it in front of the mower, preventing it from moving in the forward direction.

"Dont. Move." And with that, he ran inside.

Roman gritted his teeth, watching through the window as Virgil met with Patton and the exchange of info began. He banged the front of the lawn mower against the rock numerous times, growling under his breath.

"You know a lawn mower can move forwards as well as backwards, yes?" Roman turned his head to see Logan approaching him from the side, his chainsaw and protective helmet safely put away behind him.

"Oh!" Roman exclaimed, now embarrassed. "Y-yes! Why wouldnt I?"
He was about to pull the mower away from the rock when he felt a force stop him. Logan had maneuvered behind him quickly.

"Unfortunately, you are too late to make that action. You should have thought of that before I came to stop you. I do believe Virgil is right. I'm going to need you to let go, Roman."

"Never." Roman grasped the bar for the push mower with both hands, gripping it as tightly as he could.

"Hmph. As you wish." For a couple heart beats it was silent, until the prince felt a wiggling finger enter into one of his exposed armpits. He let out an immediate giggle before clamping his mouth shut and trying to disguise it as a cough.

Logan knew exactly what he was doing though. "So you are ticklish. As I suspected."

"What!? Me!? No. A prince is never ticklish." He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to look and sound as believable as possible through Logan's scrutinizing gaze.

"Really...I find that hard to believe." At that moment Patton and Virgil sprinted out of the house towards where they were standing.

"Oh thank god Logan. We got to get this thing out of his grasp!"

"That should be rather simple." Logan continued wiggling his index finger in the prince's armpits, noticing the tiny eeps that were escaping Roman's mouth.

"Really? How?" Virgil cocked his head and and noticed a tiny smirk forming on Logan face, utterly confusing him.

"Do-on't listen to him V-virgil!! Eep...hey!"

"Watch what my hand is doing right now." Virgil peered over the lawn mower bar and watched as Logan's pointer finger continued wiggling in Roman's armpit only this time a little harder. The prince jumped and clamped his arm down as much as he could without releasing his hold on the lawn mower.

"N-no! Stohop heathen!!" Virgil grinned and creeped one of his fingers into Roman's other armpit.

"He's ticklish?! Great! Time for some payback!" Logan smirked as he watched Virgil add all ten of his fingers at once, scribbling up and down his ribs over the skin and the tank top. Patton giggled in the background as he walked around to the front of the lawn mower and rolled the rock out of the way. Logan restrained the creative side before he could attempt to bolt with the lawn mower.

"Gahahaha dahahahammiit!!" Roman flailed as much as his arms would let him, the two fingers quickly turning into five as the two aspects tickled him in one of his worst spots.

Logan finally added his other hand in the mix and gently scratched at Roman's belly.

Roman doubled over in laughter and was forced to let go of the lawn mower, which Patton quickly overtook before the prince could regrab the bar. Patton smiled gleefully and began mowing the lawn properly, watching Roman try and fail to fight off his ticklers. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

Logan and Virgil, with their combined strength, pushed Roman to the grass. Virgil took the opportunity to sit on Roman's legs and work off his shoes, immediately scratching at his soles through his socks. He accidently made the mistake of getting his face too close to Roman's feet though. "Eww! God, wash your feet Roman."

"Be careful Virgil. That stench is one of his many built-in, lethal weapons." Logan smirked from above, trapping his hands under his knees and scribbling all over Roman's upper torso.

"Hehehehy!!! I'm nohohot that stihihiIHIHINKY!!! STOHOOP!!" Virgil's fingers had found their way underneath the prince's toes and now their ticklee was in hysterics.

Patton was about half way done mowing the yard when he noticed Roman was about beside himself with laughter, his pleas becoming desperate. He left the machine where it was and jogged over to where the other three were. Setting hands on both Virgil and Logan's shoulders, he let them know that Roman had enough.

"Alright you two. Thats enough. Let the Prince of Giggles catch his breath." Virgil and Logan reluctantly obliged, helping the chuckling prince to his feet. Once Roman had regained control of his voice, he sulked and began to stumble back to the house, frowning the entire way.

"I guess I'll see you all when I'm finished with the dishes." Patton thought for a moment then caught up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

He halted in his path and looked into the moral aspect's eyes. "What?"

"Thank you Roman." Patton pulled the prince into a hug. Roman was startled at first but gradually returned it, a warmth building up inside of him.

"You're welcome, padre." Patton pulled away and patted his back.

"I promise I'll be in to keep you company after I get the lawn mowed. Love you Roman!" Patton quickly returned to the lawn mower he had left running and continued in his previous path.

Virgil and Logan walked up to him, their smirks replaced with their usual grumpy faces.

"Oh. Right. I'm sorry for scaring you Virgil." Virgil shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. I got my revenge. Go ahead and do your job then. Just promise not to chase me with anything sharp again." Roman scowled.

"Only if you promise not to tickle me again!" He shot back, noting the dark and menacing smile that began to spread across Virgil's face.

"I see this conversation is still up for debate. We'll settle this later, for now it's best we get back to our jobs." Logan stepped in between them eyeing both sides with a look of amusement.

"You already finished your job though Logan." Virgil turned towards the logical side with a confused expression.

"I have other things to work on." Logan's face remained unchanged while a worrisome glance was shared between the two other sides present.

"Well alright. I'll see you peasants later." Roman finally stated with a sigh and walked back to the house with a little more pep and bounce in his step. He was doing this for Patton, he decided.

"Bye Roman." And with that Virgil picked up his hose and began watering the grass once more.  

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