Author's Note: Heyyyyy! Sorry it's not the moceit fic. I'm having quite a bit of trouble with it, but it will get finished, just not right away. What I have here is a prompt list from Shunfluff of Tumblr that I plan on fulfilling for each Day of October!!! I'm hoping to have a different ship for the different prompts you see here! I'm trying to keep each fic within 500-700 words each. I'm not the best with minifics, but this is how I get better! I hope you like all of these that I've written and check back daily to see if I've written anymore! Enjoy! <3 you all!

October 1st - Feathers

Ship: Prinxiety

Words ~ 568 ~

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Virgil knew that Roman despised anyone snooping in his room. And he knew that he shouldn't have tried to search for his foundation without asking, because he had the sinking feeling he was going to see something Roman didn't want him too. And unfortunately for Virgil, he was right. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but Roman seemed to have left a humongous box of feathers lying in the middle of the floor in his room. When Virgil inspected the box, he found all different types of feathers with a variety of shapes and sizes.

He couldn't help himself as he shuffled through the box, looking for one he might steal from the prince's collection. His eyes were drawn to a long soft pheasant feather, colored black and purple. The anxious side picked it up and twirled it between his fingers, marveling at it's colors. He dragged it across his palm and shivered, the touch reminding him of something he always longed for.

"Having fun?" Roman's voice boomed behind him. The sudden noise startled Virgil which caused him to lose his balance and fall straight into Roman's large box of feathers. Anxiety wrinkled his nose and sneezed a bit as the feathers fluttered back down to the ground past his face.

"I only wanted your foundation!" He blew one upwards that began floating past his face. "Why do you even have this big box of feathers anyway?" Roman spied the feather Virgil had been playing with and held it up to him.

"Many reasons! I like collecting feathers that I find in the imagination. There are many uses for them." Roman wiggled the black and purple feather near his ears and virgil scrunched up his neck in response.

"Ah! No! I'm sorry for intruding! Just let me borrow your foundation and I'll get out. You don't need to resort to that!" Virgil tried to back up, but alas Roman had him cornered within the box of feathers.

"Oh you can have my foundation. I can conjure more for myself. Right after I tickle you for deliberately walking into my room without asking!" Roman folded his arms across his chest. "You can pay me for the foundation in your beautiful laughter!" Roman lowered the feather towards Virgil's neck and the anxious side instantly cowered away.

"AAH! Nohohohoho!" But Roman was too quick and easily flicked the feather along his collar bone. Virgil pushed at his hands, but it did nothing to stop the curious feather from wiggling into his sensitive spots. With his unoccupied hand, Roman pulled up Virgil's shirt and began to stuff feathers inside of it. "EEEK! Nohohohoho! Princey STahahap!"

"Are you going to go snooping in my room again?" Roman turned Virgil's chin so they could make eye contact and the anxious side rigorously shook his head. Roman smirked. "Do I need to make sure?"

Virgil tried to get up out of the box, but Roman pushed him back down. "No! I'll never do it again! Just let me go!"

Roman thoughtfully hummed. "Just one more tickle spot..." He fluttered the feather along his exposed hips and waists, bathing in Virgil's adorable giggles. He finally let up. "Alright. We're finished!" The prince helped a grumbling Virgil out of the box and he couldn't help but chuckle as the darker side kept pulling feather after feather out of his hoodie as he trudged back to his room.

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October 2nd - Fingers

Ships: Logicality

Words ~ 548 ~

Warnings: Minor Injury, Slight Bruising

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"Ow!!" The resounding shout echoed across the mindscape. Patton had just pinched his finger between the door to his room and it's frame. The floodgates that followed brought the logical aspect running out of his room.

"Patton!" He sprinted into the hallway and found Patton on the ground, rocking his finger and crying in pain. Logan crouched with him and gathered the hurt aspect into his arms.

"Owie..." He leaned against Logan's chest and whimpered as Logan rocked him slowly.

"Shh. Its okay. Let me see?" Patton held the hurt finger and he noticed the are around the finger began to swell. He frowned and materialized a flexible ice pack, placing it around the bruised area.

"Ooooowwwwch..." Patton whined at the burning cold sensation that followed.

"It could have been worse, but it should heal within the next couple of days." He patted his hand gently.

"It still hurts!!!" Logan sighed, knowing Patton was going to focus on how it was feeling for the next three hours unless he found a way to distract him.

"Bend all 10 fingers for me." Patton did as he was told, wincing as he tried to scrunch the injured one. "Wonderful. It's not broken."

"But It still hurts!" Patton clung to Logan's shirt as he pulled away.

"Patton..." The logical aspect began, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It will be fine. You will be able to use it to it's full capacity in no time."

Patton pouted, wincing as he continuously tried to bend it.

"Oh for heavens sakes Patton, it will be okay. If you are truly worried about it, let's do some finger exercises. Spread them out slowly." Patton nodded and mirrored Logan as he spread out his fingers. "Good now, bend from the knuckles."

Patton nodded and turned his fingers o they were 90 degrees from his palm.

"Good. Now make claw shapes, as if you were going to sneak up on Roman because he was stealing your fresh batch of cookies." Patton gave the first tiny smile since he smashed his finger in the door and mirrored Logan. He watched Logan's fingers gently scrunch and quickly aim for his sides.

"And tickle tickle tickle." Patton shrieked, the smooshed finger completely forgotten about as he giggled helplessly. The hands tickled to his tummy and snuck underneath the hem of his shirt.

Subconsciously, Patton began to tickle Logan back and he jumped when the moral aspect's fingers made contact with his hips. Logan giggled and allowed Patton full access to his tickle spots.

It only took a couple seconds to render Logan completely powerless against Patton's nimble fingers. Eventually, Logan began to push his hands away. "Ahahahalright alright. That's enough."

Patton sat back on his knees, grinning as the last of Logan's giggles left his lips. "Well. I'd say your finger is completely fine if you were able to do that to me."

Patton grinned sheepishly along with the logical aspect. "Was that your plan?"

"Did it work?" Logan asked slyly as he adjusted his glasses.

Patton giggled and moved the finger. "Yeaaahh..."

"Wonderful."  Logan deadpanned, but lightly poked Patton's nose. "I'm glad to hear it doesn't hurt as much as it did anymore."

"All thanks to you!" Patton said, standing up and running after him towards the kitchen.

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October 3rd - Unusual Tickle Spot

Ship: Analogical

Words ~ 622 ~

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It was the afternoon, meaning it was Virgil's prime time for a nap. Normally he would nestle into the couch and sleep for a good long hour or two with his headphones quietly playing piano music into his ears, but something was stopping him from doing so. Occupying half of the couch was Logan reading that large 3,000 page encyclopedia that had enraptured his attention over the last week. He must have lost track of time again like he always did when reading an 'interesting' book.

Virgil rolled his eyes in irritation. He loved the nerd, but he could be so caught up in his books that he would tune out everyone else around him. Logan was a jumpy person, much like Virgil himself, so the anxious aspect thought quietly sitting down next to him would be a good way to get his attention. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Virgil sat and the logical side did nothing but shift slightly to the left.

"Ahem." Anxiety then attempted to force cough and finally his beloved nerd looked up from his book.

"Hmmm? Oh. Hello Virgil. What can I do for you?"

"You could...ya know...move. So I can sleep." Logan was confused for a moment, until he checked the time. His eyes widened when he saw how many hours had gone by.

"Oh. I'm...sorry Virgil. I must have lost track of time again. Do you...mind if I just finish this chapter? It should only take a couple minutes."

The anxious side grunted, but shrugged. "Yeah...sure...make it snappy though." He watched Logan nod and return to his book with that adorable little smile on his face. Virgil returned it and watched him, expecting the last pages to only take two minutes but he took much longer.

Eventually, Virgil got fed up with waiting and poked at his arm once. "I'm sorry Virgil, I just have a few more pages."

"You said that four minutes ago!" Virgil whined when Logan didn't answer and continued poking down his bicep towards his elbow. An odd sound came from the logical aspect when he was touched on the inside of his elbow, causing Virgil to raise an eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"Nothing..." A blush slowly spread across Logan's face and he began to get up. "I think I'll be going now. The couch is yours."

"Oh no." Virgil pulled him back down and scratched his thumb into the inside of Logan's elbow. He grinned when he shrieked. "I wanna know what this is first before you go anywhere."

Logan covered his mouth with his hand as he yanked his arm out of Virgil's grasp. "It's nothing Virgil...I'm just...sensitive there."

Virgil's grin grew wider. "You mean ticklish?"

"Fine! Yes. I'm ticklish there. Now if you please let me leahahahahahvveee! Nohohohohoho!" Logan pushed at Virgil's hands as they trapped his arm and tickled around the elbow joint.

"This is a strange tickle spot. It's cute though, Lo. Why be embarrassed of it?" He watched Logan wiggle around behind him as he poked at his elbow knob and squeezed around it.

"Shtttahahahahahahap!!" Eventually Virgil did let up and release his captive arm. Logan quickly brought it back to his chest and rubbed the tickly feelings away. "That was uncalled for."

Virgil poked him one last time. "Well, I had fun. And now I know how to get you to smile." Logan quickly jumped up from the couch and ran to his room, before Virgil could assault his ticklish elbows again. "You can run but you can hide!!"

"No! Don't you dare tell anyone else!" Logan called from his room.

"Fine. But I get to abuse this power in return." All Virgil got in response was a string of unintelligible mumbling and curse words.

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October 4th - Stocks

Ship: Royality

Words ~ 590 ~

Warnings: Stocks, forced tickling, public humiliation.

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Roman had always heard about Renfaires through Thomas's friends, but had never experienced them because thomas had never been to one. It wasn't an activity that was on Logan's priority list and none of the other sides seemed eager to go, so Roman had to suffer in silence. Eventually, he got fed up and created one in the imagination for himself and the others, if they were ever interested. When roman first decided to venture to the Renfaire, Patton joined him and they dressed in the appropriate clothing for the century.

Now, Roman had to disquise himself as a commoner so he wouldn't get recognized by the townsfolk, but one thing he couldn't diguise was his big mouth. When he started ordering his subjects around like he usually did, the sherriff thought he was annoying and enlisted the help of two other men to chain him in stocks.

"What! Unhand me this instant!" They didn't listen and snickered at his attempts to break free of the chains that were holding his bare feet captive.

"Mayhaps that will teach ye to put a cork in thy mouth!" The sheriff grinned. Patton noticed Roman was extremely uncomfortable with the situation, and decided to take matters into his own hands.

"My good gentlemen!" He began, bowing gently. "I believe this fellow is in need of a proper punishment. Please let me handle this." He smirked at them and pulled out the big feather from his merry man cap. They all nodded and backed away, letting Patton do his work. The moral aspect caught eyes with Roman and winked as he knelt to his feet.

He started gently scribbling over each sole with the feather tip, as if he were writing on parchment. The disguised prince bit his lip, doing his best to keep his giggles hidden. Why was Patton betraying him like this? His question was forcibly removed from his head and replaced with the torturous feeling of tendrils carressing his toes. He snorted in response and the dam of giggles broke delighting those around who were watching.

"Nohohohohooo! Stohohop! Whhyhyhyhyhy fohohohor youhohohoho do thisss??" Patton only glanced at him with an innocent smile, before using his other hand to scratch his nails along the base of his toes. Roman practically exploded with laughter.

"AHAHHH! Nohohoho! NOHOHOHO! Anything but the toes! Stahahahahahap!!" Patton let up a tiny bit as to not tire the prince out, but continued to trace along the balls of his feet and flutter the feather across the tips of his toes.

"Harder!" One man shouted.

"Better!" Another added.

"Faster! Stronger!" Patton joined in and greatly picked up the pace on the feet tickles he was giving the prince. Roman snorted again, his hearty laughter now reaching an octave above his normal voice. Patton felt for him and tweaked each toe twice before stopping his ticklish assault all together. The crowd booed as Roman doubled over in exhaustion.

"Sorry fellas! Shows over!" Patton stood and walked to the people who put him in the stocks in the first place. "Could ya kindly release my friend here?"

"Haha. Not for another three hours! He hasn't served his fulltime yet." Patton heard Roman groan behind him and he sighed in dissappointment.

"Looks like we have no choice but to out ourselves, Prince Roman." The crowd gasped as both sides snapped out of their apparel to their normal forms. And if the dark glare Roman shot the men didn't get them to release him from the stocks, then who knows what would have.

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October 5th - Tools

Ships: Moxiety

Words ~ 618 ~

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"Oh Yeahhh...thats the spot mhm." Virgil looked up from his phone just in time to see Patton's face full of bliss from the back scratcher Roman had conjured for him. He chuckled.

"You know you could just ask me to scratch your back. I'd do it for you, Patton." He noticed the small blush dancing across the moral aspect's cheeks as he said this.

"Heh. A little too late for that Virgil." He took his trusty back scratcher out of his shirt and showed it to him. "With this lil' guy, no itch is out of reach."

Virgil smiled lovingly as he waved it around much like Roman would do with his sword. "Yeah, but its not just itches that are out of reach. You can do a lot of things with back scratchers."

"Oh really?" The moral aspect smirked his way with an eyebrow raise almost mirroring Logan. "What other things can you do with them?" Patton must have caught on that Virgil had used a backscratcher on himself plenty of times before if he had this knowledge.

Virgil blushed. "Uh...well...it can be for grabbing things from under the table." He gulped as Patton made his way from his original spot towards Virgil. "Smacking someone from a couple feet away if they are being annoying." At this point, Virgil began to arise from the couch to avoid the mischievous father figure slinking towards him with the backscratcher in hand.

"Do you know what other things I think they are good at reaching for Virgil?" The anxious aspect let out a squeak as Patton caught his wrist, preventing him from escaping. "Tickle spots!" Patton quickly set the scratching edge of the backscratcher along Virgil's side and moved it up and down.

He bursted into giggles. "Patton! No! Nohohohoho!! Eehehehehe! Thahahats bahahahaahd!!" Patton only grinned as he moved it from his side up to his armpit, scritching to produce every squeal available from Anxiety's mouth.

"Tickle tickle, Virgypoo!" Virgil snorted, but was able to yank the tickle tool from Patton's grasp by trapping it in his armpit. It took him a minute to settle down from the giggles, but once he did Patton knew he was in for it.

"Heh...you know the thing about tickle tools Pat," He saw Patton's demeanor change from devious to bashful within a period of two seconds and it was the most adorable thing ever. "They only obey the person that's holding it!"

Patton raised his hands in the air and Virgil let the backscratcher work it's magic. It ventured underneath Patton's shirt and tickled his belly and belly button as well as his sensitive hips. The moral aspect let the tickling happen, never trying to discourage Virgil from any cute and sensitive tickle spot Patton seemed to have.

Virgil decided to end the onslaught near Patton's facial region. The back scratcher traced along the underside of Patton's neck and collarbone, scratching his chin as it went it's way. Anyone hearing would relish in the adorable squeal Patton let out when Virgil tickled there and behind his ears.

The moral aspect didn't know what to do with his arms and flailed helplessly, until he felt the backscratcher begin to lightly rake through his hair.

"Oooooooohhh..." He breathed out, relaxing into the touch. "Mmmmm, that's nice." Eventually, the back scratcher's touch was replaced by a warm hand and a warm hug. He hugged Virgil back, nuzzling into his neck  which pulled a noise of contentment from him.

"You know...back scratchers are great and all, but they can never beat the touch of a person you love."

Virgil looked him in the eyes, a rare smile gracing his features. "And that's something I can agree with."

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October 6th - Gang tickle

Ships: Logince

Words ~ 607 ~

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Logan knew that no hallway was safe in the mind palace since the tickle chase began approximately 10 minutes ago, but the absence of Roman's loud teasing had the bespectacled aspect on his toes. He couldn't hear or see any trace of the fanciful aspect anywhere which unnerved him to no end. He kept looking around for a sign that he was being watched, but the surrounding area was quiet. Too quiet.

It was so quiet that Logan wasn't even sure if Patton was still in the kitchen making dinner, or if Virgil was watching a movie in the commons. Carefully, he slinked around the corner and found to his surprise that neither the anxious or moral aspects were in their previous places. Now Logan was more confused than ever. He made a small grunt in bewilderment and was about to return to his previous hiding spot, when he turned around and found himself face to face with the person he had been hiding from.

"Boo..." Logan shrieked and fell backward, now scootching his butt to the wall as Roman towered over him, wearing the biggest grin. "Oh come now, Logie. Where do you think your going?"

"Away from you and your...incessant attempts to tickle me!" Logan quickly jumped to his feet and tried to escape, but Roman was quicker.

Princey chuckled and trapped the logical aspect against the wall. "And why don't you want to be tickled? All I want from you is a little giggle." Logan was about to respond, but some snickers coming from the side of him caught his attention.

"Well this is interesting." Virgil stood with Patton, both grinning at the situation in front of them. "Need some help Roman?"

Logan's eyes widened in horror as they began to approach. "NO! No! Absolutely not!"

The prince pretended to ignore his protests. "You know...I think I just might. This side here sure is one tough egg to crack."

Patton giggled and walked up to the logical aspect. "He doesn't have to be. If you know which keys go to the right keyhole, he can open up quite easily." Patton smiled warmly and took one of Roman's hands off of Logan's shoulders and onto the top of his head. Roman began threading his fingers through Logan's hair and smiled as all pent up tension inside of Logan's body visibly released.

He whined. "That...thats not...fair..." He mummbled through the pleasing touch massaging his scalp. Virgil came up behind and gently trapped Logan in a hold and immobilized his arms.

"He's not gonna try to get away now." Roman smiled and began wiggling his fingers into his sides ever so slightly. Finally, the logical aspect let himself giggle and Roman's heart lept into his chest.

"Oh I just have to hear more!" He pulled Logan into his chest and continued playing with his hair as another wandered all over the tickle spots on his body. Patton joined in on the light tickles, gently poking at his hips and armpits. With each new tickle, Logan let his giggles loose just a little bit more.

"Wanna know something that will make him squeal?" Roman smiled and nodded enthusiastically. The moral side returned the facial expression and untucked Logan's shirt, pushing it up in the process. He guided Roman's hand down to his tummy and let him tickle around the sensitive skin. The prince inevitably found his belly button and Logan squealed, like Patton said he would. Virgil chuckled darkly behind him.

"Ya like that pocket protector? Huh? Is your belly button ticklish?" A dark blush spread up to Logan's cheeks letting them all know that he truly did enjoy that.

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October 7th - Light Tickles

Ships: LAMP/CALM

Words ~ 573 ~

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"Crahahahahap..." Virgil snickered. He was currently leaning onto Patton's shoulder as his palms were gently tickled by the moral aspect's fingers.

"Kitchy kitchy koo..." Virgil batted at the air, not at all wanting the pleasant but torturous feeling to stop.

"Nahahaha! No teahahasing!" Patton kissed his head and only continued, tracing along the natural lines and folds marking his palm.

"Awwww, but I know you love the wittle baby talk." Patton made a kissy face towards his cheek and Virgil snorted, pushing at Patton's face with his free hand.

"Stahhahahap it you dohohork!" Logan and Roman walked in on the adorable scene, smiling at the sound of Virgil's rare giggles.

"Well, what is going on here?" Roman smirked towards them and moved to sit on the opposite side of Virgil.

"Virgil, just asked for some light tickles and I thought I might give him a few!" Logan was the last to approach and look into Virgil's eyes.

"Are you sure you are alright with this action?" Virgil's heart melted at the logical aspect, always checking to make sure his boyfriends were comfortable with something before continuing.

Virgil blushed deeply. "Y-yeah...after all. I am the one who asked Patton for...light tickles."

"Wonderful, so you wouldn't mind if I and Roman joined in to tickle you?" Virgil only bit his hoodie sleeve and nodded in response.

"Just...just be light. Please?" Both sides nodded and took their places next to the favorite tickle spots they knew virgil liked teased. Logan drew Virgil's legs close to his body and Roman set his hands on his sides.

"How should we tease our boyfriend, Patton?" Roman spoke up and chuckled as he tapped his chin to think.

"Hmm...how about some 'kitchy kitchy koos'? We all know he likes those."

Virgil sputtered indignantly. "I do not!" A hand on his side tweaked his hip, causing his serious protest to end with a squeak.

"Hmm...falsehood. We all know you do." Logan followed Roman's lead and sporadically tweaked both of his kneecaps. Virgil practically jumped out of his sensitive skin.

"AAAH! Ohohohkay...fine. Yes. Yes I do." Patton smirked and began walking two fingers from his palm towards his bicep. Try as he may, Virgil could not quell the giant, shaking grin on display for his boyfriends to see. "Ah! No! No walkies!!"

"Awww...why no walkies? You've always loved the walkies." Patton teased and motioned for the other two to follow his lead. Logan and Roman quickly changed their tickle tactics to mimic Patton's walking fingers. A pair of walking fingers skittered up and down his sides as well across his tummy. And a second pair of walking fingers played metaphorical hopskotch on his knees.

"Walky knees..." Logan started, the smirk on his face spreading wider.

"GAH! No!" But, Virgil didn't even try to stop them.

"Walky sides..." Roman continued, sharing glances with the other two as they continued to gently tickle him.

"Eehehehehhehehehe...nooohohohoho..." But Virgil had accepted this fate before he had even asked Patton to tickle him.

"Walky armpits..." Patton's voice was laced with mischievousness as his fingers walked around in his armpit. "Do you know what comes next, Virgil?"

The anxious aspect hid in his hoodie, meekly slipping them the answer. "...Walkies everywhere...?" And then he felt them. Six pairs of fingers walking all over his tickle spots.

"WALKIES EVERYWHERE!" All three aspects shouted unanimously, and they gave Virgil all the soft tickles he could ever want in one session.

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October 8th - Hard Tickles

Ship: Demus

Words ~ 552 ~

Warnings: Remus, Deceit, the mention of eating scales. (This is a little strange, but I thought it fit them.), If you have a weak stomach, maybe this isn't the fic for you. There's no blood, its just like the eating of dead skin.

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Deceit wasn't sure if a staring contest was Remus's true goal, but they hadn't broken eye contact for at least three minutes. Each of them had blinked at least once, so he had gathered that a competition was not what the creative aspect wanted. Deceit evenutally lost his patience. "What do you want Remus?"

"Your sheddings..." Remus stated simply, refusing to take his swamp, green orbs off of the scaled side's figure.

Deceit narrowed his eyes. "Not today Remus." He chuckled as the moustache in front of him dropped simulating a frown. "My scales do not shed for another week or so."

"Hmph. Poopy..." Remus sat back in his chair and pouted towards him. "I'm hungry though!"

"We don't need to eat Remus. You are just bored." The green aspect bleped at him in annoyance and Deceit flicked his snake tongue at him in return.

"C'mon Dee. Don't pull a Logan and ruin my fun too!" The goblin man hopped on the table between them and bounced towards him. Deceit said nothing and let the duke poke at the many scales on his face.

"Eenie meanie minie whale." He started tapping with one finger on random ones. "Catch a serpant by his tail. If he hollers make him pay, fifty dollars everyday. My mommy told me to pick the very best one and you are it." His finger landed on a random scale and began to move his face closer, licking his lips at the shedding that was starting to peel from the one scale he had chose.

Deceit kept his face straight as his fellow side came closer.

"I'm gonna get it..." Remus teased and frowned when Deceit did nothing. The duke continued to push his limits, sticking his tongue out and reaching just an inches vicinity of the scale he picked. Deceit eyed not his face but his neck. Once he felt the tongue touch his cheek, he struck and latched onto Remus's outstretched neck with his lips. He wasted no time and blew a raspberry, drawing out a squeal from the duke as he fell down to the table in a fit of giggles.

"AHAHAHA! Nohohohohohoo!!" Deceit summoned his other four hands, quickly pinning Remus down to the table. They wiggled into his tickle spots all too quickly as he kept his mouth on his neck, flicking the snake tongue along to mimic a feather. Two hands undid his octopus buckle and slid into his Duke costume, tickling his tummy and sides eliciting that snively laughter that Deceit was aiming for.

He took a break from his neck to smirk at his helpless form. "I told you to wait, didn't I Remus?"

"Mahahahahahahahaybe!!!???" The duke was in stitches from all the tickles Deceit was giving him. Two more hands snaked up into his armpits and tickled at his sensitive hollows.

"Hm. Well, if I stop tickling you, do you promise to be good and wait a week for my sheddings to come off fully? I don't want to be in more pain than I have to." Remus was flailing about as one of Deceit's fingers found it's way into his navel.

"Ohohohohokay!! OKAY!! STahahahaapp!!" Deceit blew one last raspberry on his neck, before releasing the duke.

He chuckled at his exhaustive state. "Good. I'm glad you see things my way."

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October 9th - "I'm not ticklish"

Ship: Losleep

Words ~ 552 ~

(I know right?! I was surprised too! I've never written Losleep before! Hope you all like it!)

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For once, the living room was quiet now that their roommates had all left for work. It allowed the two almost boyfriends, Remy and Logan, to play catch up with each other's lives.

Remy was a cuddler, so he was nestled into Logan's chest as the nerd stretched his feet across the length of the couch. Logan had given his boyfriend a few sporadic kisses around the neck, smiling when he giggled.

"Aw babe, don't tickle." Remy pushed him away gently. Logan only grinned and ran a few fingers across the back of his neck.

"Ehehhehehehe...you prick..." Remy called out teasingly and returned his boyfriend's kiss on his cheek.

"Maybe try some nicer words next time." He shuffled closer when Remy threw his arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"Maybe dont tickle me and I won't have to use them." Remy ran his eyes up and down Logan's body appreciatively. He smirked when he saw his bare feet. "What about you tough guy. Are you ticklish?"

Logan blushed lightly and wasn't able to quell the reddening before it gave the truth away. "No...I'm not ticklish." He quickly tried to regain his composure, but his boyfriend saw right through it.

Remy only grinned and reached behind him towards Logan's feet, wiggling his fingers. "Are you suuure you aren't ticklish?"

Logan's lips faltered from his usual blank expression. "No..." He bit his lip to keep the giggles from flowing. "And what difference would my answer make. You would have tried to tickle me regardless of my ahahahanswer!" Logan slapped a hand to his mouth as a finger swiped up his sole.

The grin on Remy's face only got wider. "Oh? Baby are you lying? Gosh, girl. I woulda thought you learned not to lie to me." He ran two fingers up Logan's sole this time relishing in the noise that came out of Logan's lips. "Hmmm. I think you're lying! Someones got ticklish tootsies."

The blush traveled straight to the tips of his ears this time. "...n-no..."

"Oh yes. Now let's see here." Remy scooted back to the other side of the couch and brought both of Logan's bare feet on to his lap. He began to pinch his toes and Logan couldn't hold back the little snorts or giggles that it brought out.

"Awww." Remy cooed, playing with his toes and tickling in between them. Logan reached, but didn't have enough strength to stop Remy from teasing his toes on the other side of the couch.

"Cootchie cootchie coo!" Remy scritched with his nails along the sensitive skin below Logan's wiggling digits.

"Nohohoho..." Logan pounded his fist into the couch. His laughter exploded in volume when Remy's fingers traveled southward, now exploring the peaks of his laughter in the valley of his arches.

"You have the best laughter Logan. You really should laugh more." Remy grinned and switched his tactics from tickling to massaging Logan's strong feet.

His boyfriend instantly relaxed into the pleasant touch. "If the result is massaging my feet, then I perhaps could spare you my laughter in return." Remy grinned when Logan snorted as he tweaked his toes one more time for effect.

"Heehee. It sounds like we have reached an agreement." Remy winked at him and continued giving his workaholic boyfriend the foot massage he deserved.

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October 10th - "Arms Up"

Ship: Remile

Words ~ 587 ~

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It was no secret that the therapist and fashion designer were a couple. They exhibited public displays of affection all the time and anywhere they felt comfortable. So naturally, one would think they did and shared everything together. And for the most part they did, except they had opposite tastes in clothes.

Remy was punk and wore leather while Emile wore soft pastels and professional nerd attire as his boyfriend liked to call it. So, when Remy invited Emile to a gigantic concert for a band they both enjoyed, the last thing he wanted was for his boyfriend to be made fun of for his appearance.

Remy loved what Emile usually wore, but Emile had a fragile spirit and he didn't want him anyone poking fun at him. So, Remy drug Emile to his studio a couple hours before the concert and was now fitting him for clothes in Remy's own punk style.

Emile didn't get bored easily, but holding his arms straight out for many minutes at a time got tiring as well as boring. "How many measurements do you have to take Rem?" The fashion designer held a couple things in his teeth as he stretched the ruler over Emile's flattering dimensions.

"Not many...I should be done within seven minutes. You can hold that position for that long, right?"

Emile shifted from side to side, feeling his biceps go slightly heavy. "I'm...honestly not sure Rems."

The clothes master frowned and tapped his chin. "Hmmm...maybe try putting your arms up behind your head instead of out to the sides."

Emile brightened up and did what he was told, leaving his armpits wide and exposed. He must have seen Remy's evil look from behind his sunglasses, because he clamped them down not a second after.

"W-wait a second. You arent thinking of tickling are you...?"

Remy twirled part of his ruler in his hand, now grinning wider. "Arms up, babe. I gotta continue my measurements If I'm gonna make you look spiffy!"

Emile clutched his arms over his chest and shook his head. "Nuh uh." Remy took a couple steps forward, gently grasping Emile's hands.

"I'm gonna get youuu..." Remy sing-songed and giggled at Emile's immediate blush.

"Nooooo..." Emile hid his face in his shoulder when he felt Remy hold both hands above his head and begin to scratch in his armpit.

"Yeeeessss. C'mon you looked so bored up there. I can't have my significant other bored while I'm doing something for them! Look a little lively why don'tcha?" And lively Emile looked as he thrashed around with bubbly giggles, attempting to remove Remy's finger from his armpit. "Heehee. Thats more like it."

"Ihihihi'll get you back!!" Intimidating was not the word Remy would use to describe his boyfriend currently. He pinched up and down his side, looking for a different reaction. A squeal produced from Emile's lips.

"Cutie pie." Remy commented with a smile and wiggled his fingers into his hips and waistline. Emile began to snort.

"Rehehehhehehemmy!!" Emile began to fight back and Remy knew he had enough. He relinquished hold on the therapist's wrist, watching with fondness as the last of the giggles left his boyfriend's lips.

Emile then looked at Remy with that glint in his eye, the fashion designer knew he was in for it. As Remy backed away, Emile stomped forward and was soon wearing the same big grin his teasing boyfriend wore before.

"Any last words, darling?" Remy shook his head and squeaked as Emile sought his revenge to the fullest.

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October 11th - Sneak Attack

Ship: DLAMP

Words ~ 549 ~

Warnings: Deceit

Prompt Request by:  TicklishMess

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It was a quiet afternoon for the scaled side. Deceit sat, drinking his tea with one hand and "The Philosophy of Life" in another. The other four hands rested beside him, hidden by the black of his capelet. It was the afternoon now and it had been at least two hours since Deceit had seen any of his boyfriends. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss them.

The truth of the matter was that he was quite bored with the silence surrounding him. He missed the chatter and banter that usually occurred when all five of them were hanging out. Even still, Deceit wasn't sure where they were or what they were doing currently, but he could definitely find out.

He set his tea down for a split second and glanced down, considering how to best coax the four sides out of their hiding spots. Then, he remembered how many arms he had. Four arms for four sides. Was it really just that simple? His four hands slithered out into the open and smirked, planning a devious scheme. He began to stretch his first arm away from him and down the hallway. He felt a door knob and opened it from where he sat, still grinning like he had just won the lottery. Once in the room, he felt a shoulder and walked his fingers down, then pinched.

A yell was heard across the mindscape. Deceit pinched again and the yell developed into laughter.

"Ahahahah okay okay! I'm coming deceit!" He felt something hold his hand Logan walked out, a small, silly smirk gracing his fingers as he walked to sit next to Deceit.

"Wonderful. 1 down 3 to go." Deceit smirked and shot his next hand down the hallway, holding Logan close as they cuddled. He found another door knob and opened it. From there it was smooth sailing under a shirt and booping the belly button he found. This time a squeal rang out.

"AHahahahahah! Deceit!!" Patton ran out, practically jumping onto the couch to spend time with his boyfriends. "What was that about?" He giggled when Deceit booped his nose lovingly.

"Whats all the noise about?" Roman followed Patton out of the hallway and Deceit took the invitation to tickle his third hand up into his armpit.

"Ah! Hehehehey! You slippery snake!" But Roman caught the hand before it could do more damage and pressed a kiss to his knuckle. He then joined them on the couch. Deceit's very last hand shot towards the end of the hallway and grabbed an unsuspecting ankle, dragging the dark side into the open despite his protests.

"Let go of meheheheheh!!" Two fingers quickly scratched along Virgil's sole and the darker aspect hit the ground in desperation. Eventually he stood up as fast as possible to quickly fling himself on top of deceit.

"How dare you?!!" There was nothing but adoration in Virgil's eyes. Deceit blushed.

"I only wanted to spend time with all of you." Deceit grinned slyly, but began to shrink away when they all squinted at him with a grin.

"Is that so...?" Logan began.

"Then maybe we should return the favor." Roman struck a fanciful pose.

"And spend time with you!" Patton yelled. And they all sought their tickly revenge to the fullest.

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October 15th - Cuddles

Ships: Logicality

Words ~ 576 ~

Prompt Request By: BlizzardCreation

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Cuddles. It was such a simple word, but it meant so much more to the moral aspect. He felt love through physical touch and whenever a side would take time out of their day for a hug, it would bring him joy. What was better than a hug for Patton though, were cuddles. In other words very long hugs spent laying down on the couch for minutes at a time. He would normally get cuddles from Roman or Virgil if they weren't doing anything interesting, but every once and awhile he would go to Logan. He needed to know when Logan was in the mood for cuddles, because it wasn't all the time.

Today, Logan seemed to be in a good mood which is unusual for the logical aspect. It was only logical that Patton would ask Logan for cuddles today.

"Hey Lo?"

"Yes Patton?"

"I'm...can...can we cuddle please?"

The logical aspect looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow followed by a tiny smirk. "Why, it's about time you asked me Patton. Three and a half weeks have gone by and I have been jealously waiting until it was my turn to get a lap full of Patton."

The moral aspect blushed, inwardly happy to see that he actually wanted to cuddle with him the entire time. "R-really?" Patton stuttered out.

"Of course. The noises and little shifts you make during the whole affair make holding you worthwhile, if not a covetted experience." Logan put his phone down and kicked off his shoes. "Now, how would you like to cuddle?"

Patton shifted nervously. "Could...could I be on the bottom this time?" He meekly asked, afraid that Logan would say no.

"Certainly." Logan quickly stood up from the couch and allowed Patton room to lay down in his place. Logan then carefully climbed on top of Patton and with his help settled into a comfortable position. Patton giggled, and reached up with his face to poke Logan's nose with his own.

"Hello..." Patton whispered.

"Salutations..." Logan whispered back. "Why are we whispering...?"

"I don't want to yell in your face." Patton couldn't get over the cute little smirk that grew on Logan's face though. He didn't understand why it was there until he felt gentle wiggling on his sides.

He squeaked. "AH! Logan!! Why are you tickling me?"

Logan continued up to his ribs and back down to his hips, repeating the motion as Patton giggled happily. "I told you I would return the favor the last time we cuddled. You seemed to be quite mischievous with your hands back then. It's as if you cannot remember what you did to me." Patton bucked his hips, squealing at the tickling touches. Eventually, he got his barrings.

"Ahahalright mister. You wanna plahay that game? Let's play it!" Patton's fingers shot up into Logan's armpits and he had a difficult finding off the attack because of his position above the moral aspect. He snorted and collapsed into Patton's chest, clamping down on the wiggling fingers.

"Uh oh, Logan! Someone's getting tickled!" Patton sing-songed, relishing in the soft giggles Logan was releasing. Finally, he had enough.

"Ahahahahaha! Okay! Uncle! Uncle!" Par his request, Patton stopped tickling and Logan rested his exhausted head on Patton's chest.

"Awww, so cute."

"Falsehood." He felt Logan mummble into his chest. After a beat of silence he continued. "Truce?"

"Truce." Patton affirmed and the rest of cuddle session continued without attempts at revenge.

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October 16th - Tickly Kiss

Ship: Moxiety

Words ~ 642 ~

Warnings: Mean Pranks.

Prompt Request by: AliciaAndi

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It started with the buzzer. "Aah, Virgil why?" But the darker aspect had already ran off into the kitchen with maniacal laughter. Next, it was the shaving cream as whipped topping, which almost hurt the parental aspect, but Patton knew what was up. "You think this is funny?!" Patton called after Virgil who was running off with a can of shaving cream disguised as whipped cream, concealing his giggles. Virgil had been pranking Patton on and off throughout the day, but the final straw was when he shoved a piile of slimy noodles down the back of his shirt.

That had been a half hour ago, and it left the moral aspect never feeling safe within his own household. He sat on the couch, plotting how he might be able to get back at the anxious aspect. A prank that would be worth all other pranks, so Virgil wouldn't even consider pranking him another time. He didn't have to think too hard however, because Virgil was the one that found him. The anxious aspect sulked out of the shadows, hanging his head as if to show that he regretted everything he had done to Patton.

"...Patton...?" Virgil quietly asked. Patton snapped his head towards the voice and frowned lightly, but softened his expression. If he was going to think up something off the fly, now was the time.

"Yeah, Virgil?" He asked, watching as the darker aspect stopped in front of him, rubbing the back of his neck in shame.

"I uh...I just want to apologize..." He began. Patton wasn't buying it one bit, but he went along with what Virgil was saying and showed signs of forgiveness.

"Okay...for what...?" Patton asked.

"For...playing all those pranks and...possibly hurting you in the process. I know I don't really deserve it after today, but...if you'll forgive me, I was thinking we could have a forgiveness cuddle?" As Virgil asked, the most evil idea slipped into Patton's mind. He quelled his excitement however, and portrayed a gentle warmth in his eyes.

"Of course Virgil. Just know that I was kind of hurt by the things you did today. I'll just ask you to never do them again. This cuddle will make sure you won't prank me again. Okay?" Patton held his arms open for Virgil.

The anxious aspect smiled. "Okay, Pat." Virgil took the invitation without giving any thought to the wording of the last line, something which Patton was extremely thankful for. Once they laid down on the couch together, that is when Patton put his plan into action. He first started nuzzling into Virgil's neck, and then he positioned his mouth to be directly next to his skin. He breathed out once, noticing the shudder from Virgil.

"Uhuhum...Patton? What are you doing?" It was that instant Patton wrapped his arms around Virgil tightly, keeping him still.

"Just making sure you don't prank me ever again." And with that he began his tickly kiss onslaught all over Virgil's neck.

A symphony of giggles left the darker aspect as he kicked and protested, doing all that he could to get out of the trap Patton had set for him. "AHAHAHAH NAHAHAH Not the NEHEHEHCK!"

"Yes the neck." Patton breathed again and began adding raspberries into the mix, sending Virgil's giggles into full-blown laughter. He yelled for help, but none came as he was sent to his ticklish doom by the one he had continuously pranked earlier that day. Once Virgil showed signs of hyperventilation, Patton stopped kissing and released the darker aspect from the cuddle. Virgil practically threw himself off Patton and onto the floor, breathing heavily out of exhaustion. Patton only stood up to press a kiss to his temple and crouch to his level.

"So what aren't you going to do again?"

"Prank...you...?" Virgil asked meekly and Patton ruffled his hair.

"Atta boy."

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October 17th - Tickly Fight

Ship: Prinxiety

Words ~ 585 ~

Prompt Request By: ripstik05

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"Virgil. Earth to Virgil." The anxious aspect stared off into space, vaguely aware of the princely pointer finger poking him in the cheek. "Virgil. Come in Virgil. Do you copy?" Virgil said nothing, allowing his head to be pushed around by the force Roman was applying to it. The prince whined. "Viiiiiirrrrrrgggiiiiiiillll. Don't be boring!"

Finally, Virgil decided to acknowledge him. "What Princey? What could you possibly want?"

The prince scoffed. "Only the most valuable thing in the whole mind palace: your attention." He tilted Virgil's chin gently, until it was facing towards him.

"Is it only because I'm your boyfriend?" Roman scoffed at the word's from his significant other's mouth.

"'Only because'?! Did it ever occur to you that I might, and the key word is might here honey, love you?! And I love it when you pay attention to me!" Virgil clicked his tongue, but rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Like this?" He felt the prince's chest rumble as he grumbled in slight annoyance.

"That's better..." Virgil knew Roman poutied because his idea of giving attention was showering him with love 24/7. Virgil didn't do love Roman's way 24/7. Actually, Virgil didn't do Roman's version of love hardly at all. He did make efforts every once and awhile, but cuddling and hanging out with him every second of every day became exhausting. It was almost as if Roman wasn't appreciating the work he put into the relationship, thus Virgil was becoming a little frustrated.

"I love you Roman, but don't you understand the concept of 'me time'?" Virgil desperately tried to fight the relaxation coming from the hand running through his hair.

"Why yes! It's about me and my time." Roman exclaimed dramatically and Virgil scoffed.

"Yeah, but me doesn't include you." It was Roman's turn to scoff.

"Excuse me?! But my me time includes my boyfriend, because you've become part of me!" Virgil did his best not to swoon at the smooth comeback.

"Roman. That's sweet, but I have 'me time' I have to fulfill too. And I have a bigger need for personal space than you do. Do you think you could lighten up on the love load, even just a little bit Princey?" The prince grumbled again and looked away. Virgil took the perfect opportunity to annoy him further. "Come on big guy. Just say yes." The anxious side grinned and began to jab him in his side, earning a couple playful squeaks from the fanciful aspect.

"AHH! Hehehehey! Thats not fair!" Virgil quickly latched onto his sides squeezing up and down.

"Just say yes, and I'll let you go!"

"Whhyhyhy yohohohou-!" Virgil felt the prince slip his hand underneath his jacket and knead his belly. He had a feeling Roman was going to retaliate, but for once he didn't care. Maybe Roman would actually agree to his personal space claims after this tickle fight.

They rolled off the couch, laughing as they continuously poked each other's tickle spots. The fight was over however, when Virgil's fingers skittered up into Roman's armpits. The anxious aspect cackled victoriously as his boyfriend squealed underneath him.

"FIHIHIHIHNE I'll give you personal space! Now SHATAHHAHAHPP!!" Virgil chuckled deviously, and crawled off of the exhausted prince.

"I'm glad you see things my way." He watched Roman get up too, now pouting even more severely. "But, I'll try to give you the love and affection you desire too." He kissed Roman's cheek and his whole demeanor changed.

"Thank you Virgil. Thank you."

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October 22nd - Tickly Massage

Ship: Loceit

Words ~ 560 ~

Warning: Deceit.

Requested By: sarahbielschmidt327

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It was a heavy editing day for our favorite Sander's Crew. When this happened, Logan would usually hole himself up in his room for hours at a time and forget to eat. The other sides constantly worried over him, but none more than his boyfriend of one month, Deceit. Deceit had known Logan to do this every time Thomas outputted a Sander's Sides video, but now that they were dating he felt he had more say of where the logical aspect's time was to be spent.

The deceitful side stood outside Logan's door, knocked once, then rose up into the room not even waiting for a response. Logan sat at his computer typing away. His eyes were tired and shoulders clenched. He looked tenser than Virgil during a panic attack. "Logie bear...?" Slimy boi asked as he slinked up behind Logan. "Are you doing alright dear?" He flicked his tongue behind his ear making him jump.

"Ah! Deceit! Don't...sneak up on me like that." Logan let his words slur, blinking up into deceit's face. And the snake wondered when the last time he looked away from his computer was.

"You look so tired. Can't you take a break for even five minutes, and let me give you a relaxing massage?" He ran a hand through Logan's hair and he let out a noise of contentment. Deceit caught him when he fell back against his chest.

"But...I have...I need..." Logan's words fell on his lips as two of deceit's hands began working on his shoulders. His form slumped back and he began to release little adorable sounds that were music to his ears.

"Shhhh...rest. And relax. You won't let Patton take care of you, so I am here to take all of your worries away." A string of unintelligible words emitted through Logan's lips as he felt Deceit's thumbs dig into his shoulder blades. "Heehee. You are too adorable like this, but I hate when you overwork yourself. Perhaps I should exhaust you a little further so that you'll go to sleep peacefully." Without waiting for an answer, Deceit began to stroke his hands up and down Logan's sides.

"Eh...ehehehehe...nooooo...don't tihihickle." Logan began to giggle against his chest, and deceit mirrored it with a few chuckles of his own.

"It's gonna help you relax Lolo." He buried his face in the logical aspect's hair and began tickling all over his back and sides, nice and light.

"Eehehhehehe nahahahaha...'m trying to wohohohork!" He wiggled and attempted to shake the tickling fingers off, but was unsuccessful.

"Aww. You're even too tired to fight me off aren't you? Alright, let's get you to bed." Deceit tickle his way around the front of Logan's midriff and lifted him up out of his chair. His boyfriend squealed at the gesture, but stopped fighting and allowed the gentle tickles to lull him to sleep. Deceit rested Logan's tired body on the bed, untucked his shirt, and spidered his stomach. The cutest giggles were elicited and the deceitful side couldn't help but coo.

"Don't wanna go to sleep..." He pushed deceit off his tummy and was given a goodnight kiss in return.

"You need to, it's for your own good." He turned to leave, but a hand caught his capelet.

"Staaaayyyyy." Deceit smiled warmly and climbed into Logan's bed with him.

"Alright. I'll stay for you, jelly belly."

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October 26th - Interrogation

Ship: Moceit

Words ~ 618 ~

Warnings: Deceit.

Prompt Request By: Sheepy-sheep

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They were right there, or so Patton thought. He had taken the delicious chocolate chip cookies out of the oven about 30 seconds ago, and when he came back about half of them disappeared. He frowned at the cookie sheet and turned off the oven from his position before walking over to it. He tried to think of all the possible sides who could have been responsible for this travesty. He did not have to think too hard, however, because of a silhouette quickly disappearing down the hall.

"Hey you!" Patton barely had time to register the shape, but quickly jumped the counter and chased after him. "Stop!!" The figure did not stop and instead went back around through the kitchen again, leaving Patton on a wild goose chase. Patton was eventually able to tackle the figure and they both landed on the floor with a soft oof.

Patton turned the figure over and revealed the face of a surprised Deceit. "Ah! Deceit?! What are you doing here?" The snake schooled his features and hissed out with his tongue.

"I was merely running a small errand. I demand to know why you tackled me."

Patton looked him up and down before putting on his infamous 'dad mode' and pinning Deceit to the ground. "No, I demand to know why half of my cookies are missing!"

Deceit rolled his eyes. "I have no idea where your cookies went. I'll have you know that snakes do not have a sweet tooth. So you will have to look elsewhere." He smirked, fluttering his tongue along Patton's glasses.

Patton remained unfazed. "I don't believe you, Dee. I'm sure you could handle a little interrogation, just to make sure you aren't the culprit." The moral aspect allowed a smirk to grace his features and Deceit quickly grew nervous.

"Now now. No need to be hasty. You wouldn't want to come to a conclusion too early, would you?"

Patton completely ignored Deceit, and pulled out a feather. "This should do the trick!" He giggled and lowered it to his scales.

The snake gave a small noise once the feather began to stroke his cheek. "Are you even listening to mE- AH! Hehhheh..." Small, quiet giggles began pouring out of his mouth.

"Alright Deceit. Where're my cookies?" Deceit gave a snort and the feather trailed down to his neck to trace his jawlines. Two hands slipped out from under his capelet and bat at the feather, but the opposition didn't deter Patton.

"I-I dohohon't knohohow!"

"Now that's a lie, if I've ever heard one!" Patton grinned wider and fluttered the feather quickly inside Deceit's ear, causing him to squeak.

"EEK! I dohohohon't know, Patton!" Deceit shook his head hard enough that his hat fell off.

"That's not the right answer, kiddo! I think you'll have to try again! Gitchee gitchee goo!" Patton trailed his fingers down to the seams on Deceit's jacket and unbuttoned it revealing his half-scaled tummy. Deceit's eyes flew wide as he felt the feather trace along his belly scales. "I'll ask you one more time. Did you take my cook-"

"YESITOOKANDATEYOURCOOKIES! Now STAHAHAP!" Thankfully for Deceit, Patton did stop right away. He giggled and stood up, offering the deceitful side a hand.

"I thought so. You could've asked and I would have gladly shared them!"

Deceit replaced his hat after taking Patton's help and looked at him in disbelief. "You would?"

"Of course. I make them for everyone. You included." Deceit smiled, and glanced with amusement at the limp feather in Patton's hand.

"Very well. I'll make an effort to ask next time. Good day Patton."

"Byeee!!" And the moral side watched Deceit walk away with a smile on his face.

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October 28th - Discovery

Ship: Moxiety

Words ~ 601 ~

Warnings: Loud Text, The Reading of Personal Information.

Prompt Request By: xXToffee1102Xx

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To be absolutely fair, Virgil had left his diary wide open to where prying eyes could see what was on the page. Even Patton was not immune to such temptations and he found himself glancing at the open page. Once the eloquent drawing of the feather caught his eye, he wasn't able to look away from the notebook that was resting on the coffee table. He shouldn't have sat down where the anxious facet once laid and continued looking, but he wasn't able to stop himself.

Virgil had been so much more open to the other light sides and Patton couldn't help the gut feeling that he might be violating his trust. Regardless of his thoughts, he turned the page and found an accurate drawing of what looked like two sides tickling each other. The two sides being Patton and Virgil. The moral aspect's eyes widened when he registered the picture. Virgil must have drawn this. Before he could study it further, he heard Virgil give a shriek from behind him.

"PATTON!" The side threw the diary on the couch and turned around to face Virgil with regret on his face. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Virgil! It was right there, I couldn't help myself-" Patton trailed off as he watched Virgil swipe his diary off the couch and cradle it to his chest.

"What did you see?!" Patton backed up with his hands above his head as Virgil pointed accusingly at his chest, his brows furrowed in anger.

"I-I nothing much! I...I did see that picture..." Patton watched Virgil's facial expression morph into embarrassment.

The anxious aspect gritted his teeth. "Which picture?"

Patton's shoulders dropped and he frowned. "Just...just the one of the feather...and the one of...me tickling you...?" The moral aspect replied meekly. Virgil's cheeks reddened and he rubbed the back of his neck in silence. "You...you don't have to be embarrassed about anything, Virge. I'm sorry I burst into your private space. But, I want you to know you can tell me anything. Okay?"

Anxiety notably sighed, still facing away from Patton. "Do you promise not to judge?"

"Of course." Patton quickly replied, although he already had an idea of what Virgil was going to tell him.

"I..." Virgil quickly turned around and faced Morality head-on. "I...fantasize about being tickled...by you."

Patton schooled the smirk that threatened to appear on his face. "You do?"

"Y-yeah...I know it's stupid and-"

"No! No...it's not stupid. In fact, I think it's rather cute." Virgil blushed and Patton allowed himself to smile. "If you ever want me to tickle, you can definitely ask. You might want to make sure we are in a safe place though. Unless you want others finding out about your adorable secret." Patton winked.

The anxious aspect quickly shook his head in horror. "Nope. Nope. You and only you have this special privilege."

Patton gently approached and snaked his arms around Virgil's waist, causing him to shiver. "I'll make sure to be responsible so I don't lose it." Even as he said this, he couldn't help the small flutter of fingers he applied to the anxious aspect's side. He gasped in response and lightly hit Patton's arm, before grumbling and leaning into the touch. "Do you want to go to my room?"

"Y-yeah..." Virgil mumbled into the comfort of Patton's shirt, still clutching the diary close to his chest.

"Alrighty then. Should I call it the tickle room from now on?"

"Don't you fricking dare..." But Patton could tell there was no malice behind his voice.

"I just might dare." Patton teased. "I just might."

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October 30th - Asking for it

Ship: Creativitwins (Platonic)

Words ~ 573 ~

Warnings: Remus, poking fun.

Prompt Request By: JoeyKnowItAll

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"Someone? Help? Please? I'm about done with my brother acting like...this!" Thomas had won the lead role in a musical and Roman was so ecstatic he was giggly. Normally Remus would be the one annoying his brother, but for once it was the opposite. The prince was throwing confetti, cackling like an idiot, and actually happy for once. If Remus were honest with himself, it was a breath of fresh air seeing his brother so carefree. But, he was also being a pain in the butt dancing around Remus as if their roles had quickly switched.

Regardless of what the green side did, it had no effect at all on Roman. "Roman..."

"Heeheheheheheheheheheeheheeheheheee..."

"Roman..."

"SNRK! Fuhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu snrk! eeehehehehehehehe..."

"ROMAN!"

"BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA SNRK!! Remus! Remus!! Guesss WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTT?!!"

"What, brother?" Remus once thought nothing could annoy him. How wrong he was.

"WE WON!! Ahahahhhahahah! We won! We won!! The other people dihihihdn't stand a chahahahnce! Eeheheheheheheh..."

Remus narrowed his eyes. "Wonderful. Now scram before I hit you with my mace again!" The duke's scowl did nothing to deter the prince and all Roman did was fall on him.

"Nehehever, brother of mine! I'm gonna annoy you until you die! Eeehehehehehehe! Cuz I'm on this high and I won't be brought Low! Aye Aye Aye!" Roman began to dance awkwardly as if he didn't know anyone else was watching. Remus bet that even if Virgil was in the room, Roman wouldn't care.

"Whats got you so giggly that's causing you to act this weird?" Roman snorted.

"Weird?! Hahahaha! You call me weird?! Nonononononohehehe. Let's go through this together!" Roman wrapped a hand around Remus's shoulder, much to his disgust. "You..." He pointed to the Duke, then flicked his nose when Remus tried to watch his finger. "Call me..." He pointed back to himself. "Weird. HAH! You call me weird?! Looks whose talking! You're a literal walking fungus! All you do is shout, scream, and act like the turd you are!" Roman burst into laughter again, sliding down to the floor in exhaustion.

"You're asking for it..." Remus pouted and had just about enough of Roman's silliness. "You want something to laugh about Ro?! I'll give you something to laugh about!" He quickly pinned the prince to his position on the floor and scribbled his fingers inside his armpits.

He squealed in delight. "EEEEEHEHEHEHHahahhahahah nonnononononononon nohohoh! STAHP!!"

"What?" Remus grinned. "I'm only helping you laugh! Laugh it all out, brother. I know your tickle spots!" The duke took his time pinching down his sides and drilling his thumbs into his brother's hips. "Tickle tickle tickle! Gootchie gootchie goo!!"

The extreme euphoria of the overwhelming news Thomas Received made Roman unable to fight back. "EEEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHA!!"

Remus cackled himself and tickled down to his thighs and knees, switching between both areas. "Ooh? Is this a good spot? Is this a tickly wickly spot? Hm? I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha!"

"NOHOHOHOHOH You freahahakin nincomPOOP!!" Roman kicked as Remus's fingers found their way to the underside of his knees. At this point, tears began to form in the corner of Roman's eyes and the duke knew his brother had enough. He relinquished his hold and his tickles, helping the prince up from his crumpled posture on the floor.

A couple of giggles escaped his lips and Roman found the table to stabilize himself on. He glared at his brother and gave him a death grin.

"Run." Remus needed no second prompting.

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Thank you to everyone who asked for a prompt!!! This is why I don't ask for or do prompts hardly at all because I'm horrible at getting requests right and I don't do them on time. I don't know if I'll ever take requests again just because it's so taxing on me. Maybe during the summer or winter break, but that's a maybe. Thank you for putting up with me and I hope you enjoy the ones I have created!