Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Oh Brother...

Author's Note: I'm gonna be honest. This story kind of wrote itself. It's a good story and it makes me laugh reading it, but its much different than other stories I wrote. It kind of has the same tone as Ad'fix'tion, because this is a fic exploring Roman and Remus's childhood in a sense of how they acted when they were first split from the original creativity whoever that was. I don't give actual ages, but they can be anywhere between ten and eighteen. Use your imagination. It has a darker tone, because I like the idea that Roman and Remus didn't want to be split up, but they had to and then as they got older they filled out their roles and began to genuinely hate each other. This fic is an interpretation of their earlier brotherly relationship in my point of view. I hope you all enjoy!

Oh Brother...

Ships: (Brotherly Remrom)

Words ~ 2,007 ~

Warnings: Remus exists, Boogers, tickle torturing, manipulation, hurt mention, naughty words, and cussing. (Let me know if there's anything else.)

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The stick of chalk squeaked across the floorboards as it drew a line, separating the red half of the room from the green half. A young princey stood on the red half, glaring at his younger brother while manipulating the piece of chalk with his conjuring powers. Remus just picked his nose, watching Roman foolishly draw a line down the middle of the room, as if he thought it would work. Once the young prince finished, he composed himself with a deep breath before raging at his brother again.

"Ok, brother." He spat. "Pay attention! This," He gestured to the green side of the room. "Is your side of the room. This," He pointed back to the red side of the room. "Is my side of the room! There is a line down the middle splitting our halves! I do not care what you do on your side of the room brother, as long as you keep whatever it is that you are doing on your side of the room! So, in other words: DO NOT CROSS THIS LINE!" Young Remus just stared down at the line of chalk, wondering how he could better annoy his brother.

"So...when you say cross...does that mean I can dooooo this!?" Remus excitedly flicked the booger he had just picked from his nose onto Roman's side of the room. The prince about screamed in horror.

"EWWWW!! No no no no no! Dematerialize it! Immediately!" The duke just chuckled and whisked his hand. All evidence of the slimy booger vanished before their eyes. Roman sighed with relief.

"Thank god. That is absolutely crossing the line in all aspects!" Remus just giggled evilly.

"But I didn't touch it. You see? Crossing the line would be this..." He knelt down and dragged his finger through the white chalk, looking directly at his brother with a cheeky grin. Roman screeched again and slapped his hand away making Remus's giggles turn into fully fledged maniacal laughter.

"NO NO NO! You dirty rotten filth of a...of a..." Roman trailed off, not wanting to say something his brother would. Unfortunately, the young duke finished the thought for him.

"Of a butthole?" Remus grinned at him.

"Of a term you don't like!" Roman shot back. "But there is nothing I can call you, that you wouldn't take offense of! I bet I could call you 'cutie' and it would do nothing!" Remus kicked at the ground on his side of the room, blushing shyly.

"Awww Bro...I didn't realize you felt the same way." Roman shuddered in disgust.

"You sicken me. So keep your sick nasty business and boogers on your side of the line!"

"You still haven't told me what does and does not cross the line though, dear brother!" Remus stroked the tiny moustache starting to grow along his upper lip. If Roman could have exploded with anger, he would have just then.