Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Defeeted By the Heat (Royality)

Author's Note: I want to start off by saying I do not have a foot fetish by any means. As you have probably seen from my other tickle fics I like armpits and tummies better. I don't pay much attention to feet because it's not my thing. So, I decided to dedicate a whole tickle fic to royality (a ship that I need to write more for) and feet tickles! I had fun writing this one and I wrote it in about 2 hours so not too bad! This is another fic I'm gonna be proud of I can tell! Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

Defeeted By the Heat

Ships: Royality

Words ~ 1,927 ~

Warnings: Deceit mention, Remus Mention. Could be taken as a foot fetish. Doesn't have to be. Food mention. (Let me know if there's anything else)

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       There was never a time when Roman wasn't consistently warm. He would always complain about the temperature in the mindscape whenever he returned from his room or the imagination. It was mostly because his radiating sweaty heatwave commingled with the air of the common's and made it seem like he had just entered a sauna. He used to turn the thermostat way down upon entering, but he would always hear complaining about it later from the three sides who were always cold: Logan, Virgil, and Deceit.

       As much as Roman hated the excessive warmth, he dealt with it because it wasn't worth it to be lectured three separate times about lowering the thermostat below the voted temperature slot. Everyone agreed that 69-72 degrees Fahrenheit was the perfect temperature that could satisfy all of them, everyone except Roman. Roman didn't speak up at that particular discussion because his ideal temperature sat about 67 degrees and he knew that was too cold for everyone, including Patton. He told himself and Patton he would just find different ways to beat the heat. Though, Roman couldn't help but feel like everyone was laughing at him when he tried to find creative ways to cool off.

       First there was the ice shirt. He put a wet shirt in the freezer and kept it in his room until he was about to go commingle with his fellow sides, then he'd crack it open and wear the icy piece of clothing. No one would give him a hug after that first incident with Virgil, which was comical and saddening at the same time. Even Roman's own boyfriend, Patton, was a little wary of the shirts that he wore into the commons from then on.

       Next, he strapped ice packs onto his back, which were quite relaxing when no one knew they were there. But the moment Logan patted his back, he and Virgil began chastising him about it. Roman couldn't blame them though. He did the same thing when they whined about being cold. He had picked up both of them at separate times and chucked them into an icy cold bath just to antagonize them. So, long story short, Roman wasn't innocent either.

       Roman could definitely take the heat, it was just - as Logan put it - a mild inconvenience. It was nothing compared to Dragon witch fire. Still, he wanted to find a way that would keep him cool without becoming a laughing stock or keep his famILY away from him. Then, something Logan said gave him an idea.

       "Human's lose 50% of their body heat through the tops of their heads and the bottoms of their feet." Roman remembered looking down at his feet after the logical side had said this. Roman always walked into the mindscape with his boots on. Perhaps if he had no foot wear on at all, he would lose body heat faster. Oh it was a fantastic idea, Roman decided. But what Princey had not taken into account, were the dangers of being barefoot.

       The next day when he had finished all of his business in the imagination, Roman sat on his bed and removed his boots. He then removed his socks and set his feet on the carpet, flexing his toes between the coolness of the carpet. He had just vacuumed a couple days ago, so the fabric felt quite nice on his feet. He took a couple steps, making sure to get a feel of the carpet. Even though he was on his feet most of the day, he had no calouses and consistenly took good care of his nails and soles, which means no feet stench (unlike his brother). He took a couple more steps then decided it was time to enter the mindscape.