Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Virgil and the Feather

Author's Note: So this fic and the next fic are both on different blogs on different tumblrs, but I want them here because I wrote/submitted them so you guys can enjoy them too. So if you see them on a different tumblr with a different name it's just because I submitted them, but am the writer of both stories. I thought I'd upload both today as compensation for the long wait on the last logicality fic. Thanks for being patient you guys. Love you!

Virgil and the Feather

Ships: (No ship)

Words ~ 726 ~

Warnings: Revenge tickling

~~~~~

It was a quiet afternoon. Exactly 2 o'clock in the mindscape when a random feather appeared in Virgil's room. The anxious aspect took no notice of it at first, but as it wiggled closer and closer to his body, he grew nervous. He was currently on his bed, watching as it inched closer and closer to his person. He let it brush upon his nose, before he stifled a giggle, threw open his room door, and ran down the hall. "PRINCEEEYYY!!"

"Yes Virgil?" Roman was playing scrabble with Logan not even looking at him while sipping on a Caramel Macchiato.

"Why is there a feather in my room?!" Roman looked at him.

"Feather? What feather? I've hardly used my conjuring abilities at all today. It surely can't be mine."

Virgil wore a deadpan expression. "The feather is red Roman." Roman realized he was caught and swallowed nervously.

"Well. I don't always conjure red things, Virgil. Why do you assume something belongs to me if it's red?"

This time it was Logan's turn to look at Roman with a deadpan expression. "Then what about the prank you pulled on me with the red glitter?" Roman swallowed a little more. He growled at Logan for being on his Virgil's side. With his conjuring abilities he moves the feather from out of Virgil's room to right behind the anxious aspect.

"Yeah. And what about the time I woke up with red gel pen all over my facr? Or red frosting all over my jacket?" Virgil brought his face closer and closer to the culprit, leaving his neck stretched out. Instead of answering, Roman dove the feather into Virgil's outstretched neck.

"Aaaaaa! Nohoho! You ihhihidiot!" Virgil batted at the feather, letting small giggles slip as Roman grinned and moved the feather around to different tickle spots.

"Idiot!?" Roman gave a mock gasp. "Don't be silly. I'm just having fun, laugh a little."

It tickled the full length of his neck, wiggled into his ear, and around his nose. Logan couldn't stop himself from smirking at the adorable scene in front of him.

Virgil about squeaked as he felt the feather slip under his jacket. "Nnnhnhnhnhgh SNRK. Lohohogan! Hehelp!" Roman grinned at Logan, who couldn't help grinning back.

"Why would you need help Virgil? You seem to be enjoying yourself." Logan played a word from his tiles and Roman began to take his turn.

"Eehehehehehehe!" Virgil felt the feather tickle all over his upper body. It stroked his armpits, fluttered over his ribs and poked the pointy end inside his belly button. Virgil was besides himself with laughter. "Jehehehrks!!" He finally began to calm down once he was able to grab the feather out of the jacket and watch the thing wriggle around in his hand.

"You wound me so." Roman played a word and took his gaze off of Virgil. Annoyed with the whole situation and having been chased out of his room, Virgil got an evil idea.

He put both hands on the red feather and shook it multiple times. The feather's redish tint turned into a brilliant violent, with fluffier edges and pointy ends. "Hey Roman. Do you want your feather back?" Although Roman was unaware since Virgil just sounded normal as if he had no plan up his sleeve, Logan had seen the whole transformation, but decided he keep quiet, lest he be next.

"Yeah sure. Hand it over." Roman outstretched his hand and Virgil controlled the feather to lay in his palm. "Glad there were no hard feelings towards-AAAA!" The feather darted into Roman's prince costume with such speed and velocity. "AAA HAHHA NOHOHOHONONONO NOT THERE!" Roman cackled, standing up too suddenly that it knocked over the table and with it the scrabble board. Normally Logan would be irritated, but this situation was an exception.

Virgil grinned as the prince danced around, unable to get the tickle tool out of his costume. "Dance Princey, dance!" The feather finally found its way out of the costume, but dived into his boots not a second later. Roman had tears coming out of his eyes as the purple feather wiggled with speed along his sole and between his toes.

Virgil turned to Logan with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You're next." It's safe to say that Logan avoided both Roman and Virgil for the rest of the day.

~~~~~

Author's Note: Short but sweet, I'd say. I had fun writing this one! :D