Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

The Fire That Backfired (Tiny Sides)

Author's Note: Hey Everyone! Please read this story first (https://tinysidestrashcaptain.tumblr.com/post/165869961112/hide-and-seek) as this one is a sequel to this one because I got inspired after reading her story. This story is also on her tumblr, so if you'd like to read it there you may! It's also titled the same. Here's a prewritten fic that I wrote almost two years ago. I was too tired to write last night, so I decided why not post in the morning. With that, hope you guys enjoy.

The Fire That Backfired

Ships: None

Words ~ 1,884 ~

Warnings: Swearing.

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It had been a couple weeks since any of the sides had shrunk and now they were all their 28-year-old selves again. Thankful that Roman had not gone on any Dragon Witch hunts for that period of time, everyone was finally able to return to their daily activities. Of course the things that happened while each side deaged still lingered fresh in their memories, but never brought up unless the aspect retelling the scene wanted to be adorably humiliated in any sort of way.

On this particular day, Logan must have forgotten this unsaid rule, because the way he went about looking for the now fully grown darker aspect wasn't much different, than he had when Virgil was reduced to a toddler.

After finishing a list of things Thomas needed to get at the grocery store, Logan leaned back in his chair and admired his handy work, trying to remember if there was anything he was forgetting. A moment of pondering went by, before deducing that Virgil would have a better idea if anything was missing. Logan grabbed the list and walked out of the room, searching for the darker aspect.

"Virgil? I need to speak with you about-" He stopped short once he found the kitchen was absent of his presence.

"Hmmm." He shrugged and proceeded to check other rooms.

"Virgil? Where are you?" Finally he spotted the darker aspect, under a pile of blankets sprawled out over a couch in the common area. As Logan approached the lump, he remembered a situation like this when Virgil had been deaged. A small devious smile tugged at the logical trait's lips. Anxiety did not stir under his hiding place when Logic had called his name, which must have meant his music was blasting, cancelling out any other noise. It was perfect for Logan's plan of attack.

The logical side slowly walked towards the couch-inhabiting side, only sitting on the arm of the sofa as to not alert him of his presence. Ever so quietly and carefully, Logan reached a hand down to what he made out to be Anxiety's side, but an arm shot out from under the blankets and grasped onto his wrist, foiling Logan's ploy.

"Don't even try it nerd." Came the muffled response from under the blankets. Logan's grin only widened as his free hand quickly slipped under the blankets to attack him. The blanket's began move around and chuckling in response, trying to get away from Logan's fingers. As Virgil's grasp weakened, Logan's other wrist wriggled free and joined his other hand in tickling the squirming blanket lump.

It didn't take long for Virgil to fall off of the couch onto his back, the blankets unfolding and sprawling out beneath him, revealing him in his pajamas, further enhancing Logan's tickling maneuvers.

"Logaahahahahahahn!!!" Virgil fought his tickler off as Logan managed to hop off the couch and trap Virgil on the floor.

"Yes Virgil?" He began to move his fingers inward, scuttering over his ribs and belly, driving the flustered Anxiety into hysterics.

"Stahhahahahahap!" Finally Virgil managed to pry Logan's tickling fingers away from his body as he locked them in a stalemate.

"But you seemed to enjoy the touch when you were a toddler." He strained against Virgil's hands smirking gently. Anxiety scoffed at his statement.