#lee!remus

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The MindScape nuisance was on a pranking spree as usual. Every now and then, one of the others would be caught in a trap that would put them in awkward positions that left a certain area of theirs vulnerable to sensitive attacks and some that would involve moving a couple of items every few seconds to see if the person would notice. The pranks were mostly harmless for Remus pranking standards but they were still getting slowly out of hand and since repression wasn't an option, they had to confront him sooner or later. Two weeks of this ordeal and the others were finally sick of it.

Maybe it was molasses and feathers that made Janus banshee scream, or putting the sleeves of Logan’s books on his own self-binded smut stories. Or... maybe... the time he put some of Patton's collectible Squishmellows in a small guillotine. Or dyed all of Virgil's clothes red and Princey's clothes black. Or replacing Roman's Disney collection with CDs of the original Grimm's version of the fairytales.

The Sides set up a different kind of trap for the intrusive figment. They got Janus to summon Remus, who was immediately ecstatic at the idea of having more fun. But what Remus didn't realize was that it was a trap for himself. Soon Remus’ ankles were locked into stocks, wrists bonded to the floor of the living room. He stammered, asking what this was all about.

"Oh, Remus~ You know all too well why this is happening~" "No, I don’t, Janny! Was it the last prank?! In all fairness, I think Roman is just a poor sport. I could have actually dyed your hair white." "That baby powder made my foundation cakey." "Consider it an improvement, bro."

The others gathered around the stocks, with one of them snapping off Remus’ boots. Remus chuckled nervously as Roman wrote the punishment on the board that read:

Tickle Jail!

Name: Remus

Crime: He’s a little shit. Show no mercy 💚

Said aspect held back the toes on Remus’ right foot, allowing the Janus to skitter under them. Remus immediately began cackling, his body shaking and thrashing. With all of them putting their own personal spin on the torment, Remus was barely able to make a comeback or rebuttal to any of this.

Between Patton’s soft teases of "You’re in for oodles of fun, little Octo!" and "Aww~ You’re snorting! Can you count how many times you’ve done it?", up to Logan “counting” his toes, code for counting then writing it down only to then not “properly” write whatever number due to Remus’ thrashing and having to clean it to write it again, all the way down to Roman singing Nursery Rhymes.

"Guhuhuhuhuys! Wait! Sorehehehehery!" "You have been up to your pranks for weeks now. No apologies here."

Remus was spending a few minutes cracking his back. He stretched out his arms behind him, making the top and middle of his back crack and pop. He twisted his back with his hands against the couch, to crack the top and bottom of his back. Then, he moved onto his neck, and started twisting his neck sideways, as if he was trying to break his own neck. 

“Remus, I would strongly recommend you refrain from turning your neck in that manner. It is dangerous, and you could leave yourself partially paralyzed.” Logan warned. 

“Plus, your back cracking is annoying me.” Roman added. 

Remus tsked. “Come on, Logan. Chiropractors do this all the time!” Remus reacted. 

“And they are professionally trained to do such acts without causing serious harm to the human body. And you are not professionally trained.” Logan told him. 

Remus scoffed and put his hand out. Suddenly, Logan had multiple pieces of duct tape on his mouth. Logan grunted angrily and started to remove them. 

While that was happening, Remus went right back to cracking his neck. He turned his neck sideways on the other side, and felt 1…2, 3, 4, 5-6 cracks. He slowly let go of his neck and sighed with relief. It felt amazing. 

Roman growled. “DUDE! Would you stop?!” Roman demanded.

“Or what?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Or I’ll…I’ll…” Roman started. But he was unable to come up with anything that was satisfying for him without being too violent. 

Remus laughed. “You’re too much of a coward to do anything to me.” Remus teased. 

“Am NOT!” Roman yelled. 

“Are too!” Remus replied. 

“Am not!” Roman argued. 

“Are too~” Remus sing-songed as he started cracking his neck again by pulling the back of his head over to the right. 

“Am! Not!” Roman yelled. “And STOP CRACKING YOUR DAMN NECK!” 

“Are too!” Remus said as he paused to feel the cracks. “And I can crack my neck if I wa-” 

Remus widened his eyes as he felt a HUGE dart of pain zoom right down his spine. Remus winced and lost control of himself, falling onto his back. He tried to move his feet, but he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to move his hands, but his movement was severely limited. And moving his neck was SUPER painful. “.......Ow.” Remus muttered. 

“OH GOD!” Roman shouted, running to Remus’s side and keeping his neck steady. “Did you paralyze yourself?!” 

Remus chuckled awkwardly. “Ihi guess I did.” Remus replied. 

Logan widened his eyes before closing them and fixing his glasses. “I would say ‘I told you’, but that would be rather rude.” Logan told him. 

“...Welp…” Remus muttered. 

Logan sighed and fixed Roman’s hand position so it was accurate to the recommended position in the First Aid/AED manual. Roman cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thank you.” Roman told him. 

Logan smiled. “No problem.” He replied. 

Logan looked at Remus, and decided to check something. “Can you feel this?” Logan asked, touching his upper neck. 

“Yes.” Remus replied. 

“Can you feel this?” Logan asked, lowering his hand down a little bit, to the bottom of his neck. 

“Yes, but it’s a little vague.” Remus replied. 

“Okay. What about this?” Logan placed his hand on his chest. Remus tried to look at his hand placement, but couldn’t move his neck much. “Kinky…I wish I could feel it.” Remus admitted. 

Logan raised an eyebrow. How does he know what he’s touching? It’s not like he can see the chest right now, thanks to his chin…

“Okay…What about this?” Logan asked, poking his stomach. 

Remus tensed his stomach for a second, before relaxing. “No…” Remus replied. 

Logan half closed his eyes as he stared at Remus. He could easily see Remus was lying. It was so obvious…

“Telling by your words…I guess you snapped a spinal piece in between your shoulders.” Roman reacted, still sounding serious. 

It sounded like Roman actually believed his brother…I guess he didn’t see Remus tense his stomach. 

For now, Logan decided to go along with it. “Alright. Keep his neck steady. I’m going to have to do a physical analysis on you.” Logan told him. 

Roman nodded. “Do what you must.” Roman replied, still sounding genuine and serious. 

Logan put on some blue hospital gloves, and picked up Remus’s arm. His arm was completely limp in his hands. He had to admit: Remus had at least a little bit of knowledge on how paralysis worked. Or…he guessed he did. 

Logan gently squeezed up and down the arm, and dragged a finger down his arm to his armpit. Remus had to hold his breath quietly for him to keep his composure. It felt like Logan might be catching on…but he didn’t know for sure. Surely the finger dragging was to check his feeling…right? 

“Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked him, acting naive to his tricks as he drew his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s upper arm quickly. 

“No…I don’t.” Remus got out somewhat calmly…too calmly. 

Logan nodded and put down Remus’s arm. He then crawled up to Remus’s other arm and picked it up next. He gently squeezed up and down the other arm. Then, he dragged his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s other arm. “Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked, before bringing his finger down to his armpit…and giving it a little tickle. 

Remus felt a lump develop in his throat. He did his hardest not to laugh, but something still came up…whether it was a cough or a laugh, Logan couldn’t tell. But Remus tried to cover it up with a few more coughs. “No…I don’t feel any of it.” 

It was here that Roman noticed Logan’s feeling checks were…somewhat unorthodox. And he noticed the tickle to the armpit…and the strange sound that emitted from Remus. Now, Roman was starting to somewhat question things…

Logan got up, and felt the sides of Remus’s chest, and dragged his hands across the chest. “Can you feel me holding your chest?” Logan asked. 

Remus tried to look at the chest, but couldn’t no matter what he tried. “No.” Remus replied. 

Logan turned his fingers into gentle claws as he lowered his hands down to his belly region. “How about this?” Logan asked, squeezing Remus’s sides rather subtly. 

Remus grunted quietly and tensed his stomach for a moment. This was when Logan finally got the confirmation: Remus was either over-exaggerating the injury, or he was faking it altogether. “No…I don’t…feel any of it.” Remus replied. 

Roman narrowed his eyes as he had noticed Remus’s tense stomach as Logna held his sides. Remus…could at least feel something. Roman could tell that already. If Remus was admitting he could only partly feel it, then he would have more empathy. But Remus is downright telling Logan he feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. And telling by those reactions, he was clearly lying. 

Logan removed his hands and lowered them to Remus’s hips. He started digging into his hips with his thumbs. “I suppose you can’t feel any of my fingers pushing into your hips?” Logan asked. 

Remus clenched his teeth, unknowingly turning his face red in the process. It was now that Roman completely caught onto the lies. Roman looked up at Logan, right about the same time as Logan looked up at Roman. 

In this small moment, Roman fixed the positioning of his hands on Remus’s head, causing Remus to look at one of Roman’s hands. And in this tiny moment…Roman winked at Logan without showing Remus he knew the truth. Logan widened his eyes in response. Now Logan could see that Roman had now realized Remus was lying to them. Logan looked at Remus’s head position, before winking back at Roman to tell him ‘We’re in on it together. Let’s crack this man open’. 

Roman looked down at Remus, who didn’t suspect a thing. Remus still believed he had completely fooled the boys. 

“Alright. Since it seems like you’re so badly injured…We’re going to have to get you to a doctor.” Logan told him, as a subtle hint to maybe tell the truth.

“It’s about time…It’s not like I could experience a stroke or a brain bleed within this wasted time, or anything…” Remus warned. 

Roman pulled out his phone and pretended to dial 911. He put the phone up to his ear, making sure the back of the phone was facing Remus’s line of vision, so he didn’t get suspicious. 

Logan walked up to Remus’s head, and stablized Remus’s head while Roman ‘talked on the phone’. Logan watched as Roman ‘got off the phone a few minutes later. “Alright. The ambulance is on the way.” Roman told him. 

“Good.” Remus replied. 

Roman then sat down on Remus’s hips. Remus felt the weight of Roman on him, but didn’t react. “...Roman?” Remus asked, pretending he couldn’t see him, let alone feel him. 

Roman smiled as he started skittering his fingers on Remus’s belly. “Yes, Remus?” Roman replied, still acting innocent. 

Remus bit his lip and gulped as the worst possible solution had started to come true: They knew. “Y-Yes-” 

Roman smile turned into an evil smirk. “Funny…it looks like you’re laughing, but…you don’t feel anything! How can this be?” Roman asked. 

Logan looked at Roman. “Well…It could be pathological reflex…” Logan mentioned. 

“Ooooh! Please explain!” Roman said. 

Logan smiled and fixed his limbs. “Gladly.” 

Logan pointed to Remus’s belly. “Try tickling him a little more.” Logan told him. 

Roman did as he was told, now massaging and scratching his belly. 

Remus was visibly sweating out of nervousness at this point. He couldn’t hold onto his facade for much longer…

“That is called pathological reflex. Say for example…if a person tickles a quadriplegic on the foot, the toes will start wiggling.” Logan told him. “So he could not be feeling the sensation…but the brain could still be reacting out of instinct.” Logan told him. 

Remus could feel the giggles welling up in his lungs…And it was getting really hard to stay calm. 

“Though let’s get something abundantly clear:” Logan said. “People with full paralysis from the neck down, cannot feel outer stimuli. However, paralyzed individuals CAN feel stimuli from inside the body.” Logan told him, before tickling up and down Remus’s foot. “So even though his foot is reacting, he technically should not be able to feel this-” 

“Pfffftahahahahahaha! Ohohohokahahahahay! Ahahahalrihihight, Ihihi lihihihied!” Remus sat up and told them, giggling and laughing as he pulled his foot away from him.

Logan gasped and clapped his hands. “WOW! He really CAN feel! What a mIrAcLe!” Logan declared. 

“Such a MiRaCLe!” Roman reacted as well, cupping his own cheeks. 

Remus growled. “You thought that was SoOoOo FuNnY…” Remus reacted sarcastically. 

“You know…I’m still thoroughly impressed by your ability to stay calm for so long.” Logan admitted. “But we could tell…” Logan told him. 

“From the moment you let out those ‘coughs’...” Roman added. 

Remus looked away, and tried to walk away. But Logan grabbed Remus’s leg and pulled him down. “Now that you’re magically healed from your paralysis…” Logan started. 

“It’s time to tickle you for pretending the whole time!” Roman declared proudly. 

Remus widened his eyes. “WHAT?! NO!” 

Logan chuckled. “You know…Your pretending to be sick, is actually a medical condition! It’s called Munchausen.” Logan told him. “And you’d be surprised to know how long people with that condition will keep up their sickly facades. Months, years, sometimes even decades!” Logan added. 

Remus yelped as Roman started tickling Remus’s foot. “Maybe if we tickle you for hours and hours…maybe that’ll teach you to not take people’s care for granted!” Roman decided. 

“A fine idea you have, Roman.” Logan added. 

And so…Remus was very much tickled for hours and hours. The poor man was EXHAUSTED after those dreaded tickles! But…It wasn’t all bad…Roman and Logan actually took Remus’s exhaustion seriously and gave him water afterwards. And Remus mentally promised not to fake a sickness ever again. 

“Sorry Padfoot, better luck next time eh?” James smirked. 

“Just because you are a stag, Prongs, doesn’t mean you’re the alpha…” Sirius groaned, rubbing his back as he sat up. Remus sighed audibly. 

“Can you two not go five minutes without attacking each other?” He said, not looking up from his book. 

“Can you not go five minutes without your nose stuck in a book?” Sirius sassed back. Remus ignored him. James and Sirius looked at each other, James rolled his eyes and smiled but Sirius raised his eyebrows mischievously. 

“Sirius…” James muttered under his breath, well aware of what Sirius’ facial expression meant. Sirius slowly crawled over to Remus’ bed and lifted up his hand. He quickly wiggled one finger under Remus’ foot and Remus shrieked and pulled his foot back. 

“Sirius, don’t you dare…” Remus warned. Sirius leaped onto his bed and narrowed his eyes at Remus. 

“Sirius…” Remus warned again. 

“But I wanna play,” Sirius whined. 

“I’ll throw you a bone then,” Remus said, sarcastically. Sirius let out a small growl but Remus kept eye contact. 

“Alright Wormtail, let’s go to the common room. Too much sexual tension in here for my liking,” James said, walking out of the dormitory with Peter on his tail. Neither Sirius nor Remus broke eye contact. Sirius shuffled up the bed but Remus had brought his knees close to his chest so he was protected...or, at least, he thought he was. 

“Come on Remus, I know you like it…” Sirius teased, Remus went bright red and quickly hid his face behind his book. 

“Reeemussss” Sirius sang out, shuffling closer. Remus stayed hidden. 

“I only want to tickle you…” Sirius teased again, Remus let out an involuntary squeak. “Aww, see? How can I not tickle someone this adorable?” 

Remus sunk lower into his bed, his face now a bright red. Sirius smiled at his boy, his heart pounding. He couldn’t wait any longer to hear those precious giggles so he quickly ran his fingers up and down Remus’ side. Remus instantly burst into giggles and twisted on his side, but his attempt to escape ended with Sirius’ hand trapped under Remus’ side. Sirius took advantage of this and wiggled his fingers quicker, earning a high pitched squeal from Remus. 

“You are so adorable...cootchie coo…” Sirius cooed, using his free hand to squeeze Remus’ other side. Remus burst into giggles and twisted from side to side, sinking so low that he ended up lying down. Sirius moved his hands to Remus’ stomach but Remus kept his knees pinned to his chest, blocking Sirius’ hands. 

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so. I’m gonna get that tummy…” Sirius teased. He knew Remus loved baby talk even though he would never admit it to anyone other than Sirius. He prized Remus’ legs away from his chest and straddled his waist. Remus was still hiding under his book so Sirius tutted. 

“Put the book down, Remus. I want to see the look on my victim’s face when I torture them…”

Remus shook his head, a firm grip on the book. 

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way…” 

Silence. 

“Very well.” Sirius said, a hint of assertiveness in his voice. He wasted no time in digging into Remus’ armpits. Remus shrieked loudly and pulled his arms down, involuntary trapping Sirius’ tickling hands. Remus thrashed about under Sirius. His grip loosened and the book fell out of his hands. Sirius quickly grabbed it and put it on the side table, careful not to damage it. He looked at Remus who instantly hid his blushing face under his hands. Sirius bit back a smile. 

“Now what did I just say about wanting to see your face?” He grabbed Remus’ wrists and pinned them to the side of his head. Sirius’ eyes drifted over his boyfriend’s torso before locking eyes again with Remus, a wicked grin forming on his face. 

“Padfoot’s hungry,” Sirius said. Remus’ eyes widened. 

“Sirius, no, please…”

“Padfoot wants some ribs..” Sirius bent down and began nibbling on Remus’ ribs. Remus top was a thin material which offered very little, if any, protection from the tickling. Sirius made audible nomming sounds as he gently nibbled each and every rib. Remus was screaming with laughter. 

“S-S-S-SIRIUS PLEASEHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THERE AAAHHAHAHAHAHA”

Sirius moved down and nuzzled his head into Remus’ sensitive tummy, basking in the sounds of Remus’ squeals, screams and pure laughter. Remus’ squirming meant his top had ridden up, which certainly didn’t go unnoticed. Sirius let go of Remus’ hands to alternate between squeezing at his hips and tickling at his waistline. Remus tried to push Sirius away but was too weak. 

“AHAHAHAHAHA SIRIUSAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP” 

“I’m sorry, does this tickle?” Sirius asked, spidering the poor boy’s tummy with one hand and running the other hand up and down his side. The mention of the word “tickle” sent Remus’ laugh up another octave. He arched his back and screamed before falling into uncontrollable laughter. Sirius snaked his hands underneath Remus and began tickling his lower back, an unusual spot that only Sirius knew of. Remus screamed louder and convulsed into silent laughter, thrashing about as Sirius tickled his worst spot. Sirius kept this up for another minute before then taking pity on his helpless boyfriend. 

“Okay okay I’m finished, it’s okay. Breathe.” Sirius said. He removed his hands from Remus’ back as Remus let out residual giggles. 

“There we are.” Sirius said before gently planting a kiss on Remus’ waistline. Remus let out a quiet squeal which made Sirius laugh. He shuffled upwards and positioned himself next to Remus. He moved Remus’ head so it was resting on Sirius’ chest whilst he played with Remus’ hair. Remus adjusted himself so he was now cuddling up close to Sirius. 

“You okay?” Sirius asked. 

“Y-yeah” Remus said, pulling Sirius in closer. 

“Good,” Sirius replied, briefly spidering his fingers over Remus’ shoulder blade. 

“Siriussss,” Remus giggled out, squirming. 

“Sorry, couldn’t resist hearing those giggles,” Sirius said. He held Remus tightly in his arms until they both slowly drifted off to sleep. James and Peter returned half an hour later to find them both lying there. 

Patton chuckled, setting him down and gently gripping his wrists. “Hold on tight, now!” He lifted him slowly, letting him dangle by his arms and swaying him too and fro. Remus cackled delightedly, curling his legs up.

“Cana-bah!”

“Yes, baby- cannonball!” Patton cooed. “And we’re launching in three…” He swung a little more. “Two…” Remus squeaked in excitement, tipping his head back. “One… Go!”

Patton let go, watching him fly from his grip and flop face-down into his nest, cheering and clapping as he resurfaced. It would never stop amusing him, how Remus would cling to his legs and bounce up and down, begging to be picked up and hurled into the nearest pile of soft objects. And, naturally, he was happy to oblige. Even now, when it was almost nap time and he should be trying to calm him down rather than rile him up even more. Because how could Patton say ‘no’ when he gave him that sweet little gap-toothed smile?

“Again!”

Patton laughed. “Gosh, you’re just insatiable, aren’t you, kiddo?” He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. “But it’s almost two o’clock, Reemie, you know what that means…”

Remus blinked. “Na’ time?”

“That’s right, sweetie, time for a lie-down.”

He physically deflated at those dreaded words. “Bu’... bu’, ‘m not tired…”

“I know, ducky, I know…” Patton winced. If his smile was his kryptonite, the threat of his tears flat-out destroyed him- something Remus knew very well.

Hamming it up, he gazed up with his big, brown eyes, his bottom lip trembling pitifully. His twin had definitely taught him that little trick, Patton thought as he willed the ache in his chest to go away. All of the books said that he had to be stern, he had to lay down the rules and stick to them-

“P’ease, one more?”

… Well, then. Just how on earth was he supposed to refuse that?

He bit his lip, trying to hold back his grin, before sighing in defeat. “Fine. One more.” He held up a single finger. Remus was too busy scrabbling to roll out of the beanbag excitedly to notice, chirping happily as Patton crouched down to pick him up

“You, Mister, are far too cute for your own good.” He poked his freckled nose. “Ready?”

“ ‘eady!” He said, raising his arms to allow Patton to lift him, squealing when his feet left the ground and he started to swing back and forth. “Wheeee!”

“Patton?”

The pair of them turned around to discover Logan had stuck his head around the door, looking at Remus’ mountain of stolen pillows bemusedly. Patton beamed when he saw him.

“Hey, Lo-lo! What’s up?”

The logical side stepped into the room. “Hello, Patton. I thought I would come and wish Remus a pleasant rest before he fell asleep, but I can see that the two of you are… Otherwise occupied.”

Patton grinned. “Oh, yeah, we were just playing a game together- weren’t we, cupcake?”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Remus peeped.

Logan sighed. Oh dear. 

“Whilst I appreciate you were only trying to have fun, encouraging this kind of playful ruckus before a nap is not conducive to a healthy and efficient period of sleep. Not to mention how terribly unsafe it is to be dangling him by his wrists and tossing him into… Whatever this set-up is.” He gestured to the pillows and beanbags behind him.

“That’s our nest! We’ve been using it to build all kinds of fun stuff- like a spaceship, and a castle- ooooo, that was a fun one, wasn’t it, honey?”

“D’ agon!”

“Yeah, Lo- we defeated and conquered the land held captive by the evil dragon-witch!”

“Yeah!”

Logan pursed his lips, trying his best not to let his insides melt at the heartwarming display of silly affection, before narrowing his eyes as he scanned ‘the nest’ in closer detail. “... Is that the cushion from my desk chair?”

Patton chuckled. “I don’t know, kiddo, why don’t you ask the little troublemaker here?”

Said troublemaker was busy kicking his feet restlessly. Logan was so boring when he bickered with the others like this. Like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Wah, wah, wah...

Logan huffed, folding his arms over his chest and glancing at the toddler dangling from Patton’s grip. He slowly crouched so that they were eye-level.

“Remus? Did you take the cushion from my room?”

He looked up, the picture of innocence with his sparkling eyes and brown curls. A poster-child for the adorable little cherub-type- the sort of baby who was good-tempered, well-behaved, and perfect in every way.

Pbffffffft!

… And apparently, blew raspberries when he didn’t want to confess to the theft of other people’s property.

Patton sputtered. Logan blinked, frowning.

“I beg your pardon?”

Remus giggled mischievously before blowing another even louder than the last.

Pbffffffft!

Logan raised an eyebrow. Remus cackled at the unimpressed look on his face.

“Hey, hey, kiddo- what was that for?” Patton enquired gently, struggling to subdue his own laughter. “You know we don’t blow raspberries when somebody says something we don’t like…”

Remus just continued to laugh, clearly very amused that he had rendered Logan speechless. “Ra’ bee’! Ra’ bee’!”

“It’s okay, Patton. I understand.”

Remus quietened down at the sound of Logan’s dangerously calm voice, looking at him curiously.

Logan narrowed his eyes, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at his lips. “Clearly, he wants me to blow one back.”

With that, he pushed his hands up the bottom of his tiny sweatshirt and held him in place, pressing his mouth against the warm skin and blowing hard.

Pbffffffft!

Remus shrieked, immediately bursting into loud, joyful laughter and wriggling and squirming as much as he could- which was, frankly, impossible given that Patton was still holding him tightly by his arms.

“Oh, no, kiddo!” He cried, a massive grin on his face. He loved when Logan was in a silly mood and wanted to play with the babies like this. “Looks like the tickle monster got you!”

“No no nohoho!” Remus yelled, giggling hysterically and kicking his legs. One of them hit Logan in the chest, which apparently only spurred him on, as he started scratching his ribs at the same time as blowing another raspberry.

Pbffffffft!

“Logiiii-hehehe!” Remus squealed, his dimples visible from how hard he was smiling. “Nohoho!”

“No?” Logan spoke into his pudgy belly, making him laugh even harder. “But I thought you wanted me to give you some raspberries!”

It was getting difficult to hold back his own grin by this point. Patton had given up completely, and was openly laughing alongside Remus as he tugged at his arms. Logan slowed down a little bit and started blowing shorter puffs of air all around his sides and tummy, earning boisterous, squeaky giggles that were, categorically, the cutest thing he’d ever heard in his life. However, he knew that he would have to show some mercy soon.

Leaning back to take a deep breath, he blew one more right over his belly button, making him scream, before sitting back on his heels, his hair messed up and cheeks slightly pink. Remus panted, laughter still flowing out as Patton lifted him up properly to cradle in his arms.

“Whoopsy-daisy! I gotcha, kiddo.” He said, holding him close. Remus buried his face into Patton’s shoulder as his final few giggles disappeared. After a while he started rubbing his nose against his chest, bringing his fist to his mouth to slip his thumb in when he thought neither of them were looking. Patton chuckled.

“Well, it looks like you finally managed to tire him out, Lo-lo!”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. Teaching lessons to bratty three year-old turned out to be quite the arduous task, even if the loving smile on his flushed face said otherwise. He was about to stand up and leave when a hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Patton wiggled his fingers, looking down at the logical side with that warm smile that always made Logan’s heart flutter.

“Wanna help me put him to bed?” He asked, looking unfairly lovely as the mid-afternoon light glowed orange behind him.

He ducked his head a little, smiling to himself, before looking back up with a nod. He took Patton’s hand, pretending not to notice how it made his heart race when he squeezed it, and led them both to Remus’ room, where they tucked him in and set a timer to come back and wake him up.

~~~

Virgil was right about that old hoodie. It did provide comfort even in his lowest times. But for the embodiment of chaos, those moments where his own mind was overwhelming was truly rare. It was so often that he told himself that he should be used to it and why did it start to feel like his head was constantly pounding, even when standing perfectly still.

Though Virgil still made it no secret that he could tolerate him and Janus at best, Remus still was fond of standing in as Virgil’s annoying “older brother” and having all of the perks that came with that. Stealing his clothes and holding a random ransom in order to make it harder to get it back was one of those “perks”.

He had stolen this particular hoodie a while ago because it seemed like something Virgil wouldn’t want to have out in the open. It was a pastel purple hoodie with a soft, fleece interior that made it incredibly warm and comforting to wear. It had stitched off areas on different parts, including the hood part. The sleeves had thumbholes and were long enough to keep your hands inside of them anyway. And on top of all of that, it was weighted. Why Virgil would hide such a perfect jacket was beyond Remus.

He wore it around his room a couple of times just to get a feeling for it but soon he remembered the ransom when Virgil texted him later that day. Remus, being the cheeky ragebaiter he was, poked fun at Virgil hiding a hoodie like this because of what the others would think.

Virgil: Whatever, Remus! Just give me my shit back! Remus: Not until you tell me what it’s for~ Virgil: Why would I do that? Remus: Oh… just in case, I want to burn it~

Virgil's slew of angry emoji responses made it clear to Remus that the hoodie was special. Considering how neat and well-thought out the gift was, it had to be the combined effort of the Light Sides. Everything screamed "Make the new guy comfortable".

Virgil: ISTG REMUS! IF YOU DESTROY THAT FUCKING HOODIE! Remus: Chill your dick! I still have it!

It wasn’t a long time before Virgil barged into Remus’ room as he was feeding his pet rats. He put on his “innocent” act.

“Why~ If it isn’t Raccoon Boy~ What brings you by~?” “Fuck off, Remus! You know exactly what this is about!”

Remus cuddled Gluestick close to his chest while pulling the hoodie down.

“Oh what’s the matter? Hate to see me so comfortable~? For shame, Virgey. Haven’t they taught you better?”

Virgil grumbled under his breath before it started to dawn on him what hoodie Remus was wearing and then got a smirk on his face.

“I guess I didn’t leave the remote inside of it. That’s good.” “I knew it! I knew there was a reason you didn’t want me to see this! It’s your jerk-off tee~”

Virgil cringed as he summoned something into his hand, possibly the remote he had mentioned.

“Ew! Gross! The hoodie doesn’t do that!” “Oh phooey~ Everyone has become boring as fuck, I see~” “Oh hush, Remus.”

Virgil placed the batteries that went to the remote into the back of it, a green light flashing at the top of it. Remus was trying to peek over the latter side’s shoulder to see what all of the buttons said but Virgil kept it close to himself as he readjusted another knob before clicking a button. That’s when Remus’ breath hitched. It felt as though the hoodie… came to life?? The fleece interior was now softly brushing against his back but not hard enough to invoke any type of boisterous laughter.

“H-hey… Virge?”

Remus had to put his pet down just in case things got out of hand. Virgil just eyed Remus as he seemed to be struggling more.

“Yes? What’s up?” “What’s your shit doing to m-me?”

That last hiccup came with a snort as Remus started to feel his sides being tampered with. Virgil tapped the remote against his opposite hand as his smirk widened.

“It’s doing what it’s intended to, actually.” “Wha… what?” “The hoodie is meant for when I get into certain moods and don’t want to ask the others. They made this hoodie with multiple settings so I can get all of the enjoyment I want out of it. Never thought about using it on the others before.”

Remus scrunched up as he felt the soft interior rubbing against the underside of his jaw.

“You… you hahahave a tickle hoodihihihie?? No fair! Whyhyhy didn’t you ask mehehehe first?” “And has my experience been ruined by your ‘adjustments’? Not a chance.”

Remus’ snorting got worse as time went on, especially when the rubbing got closer to his hips. His hips are so sensitive but the softer the tickles were, the more it felt like Remus would start cackling. The intrusive facet rolled around on the floor, hugging himself close as the tickling continued. He no longer wanted to fight back. Soft tickles were hard to come by, even by Janus. Sure, he was gentle in a sense, but the teasing made Remus the experience even worse.

Maybe he could ask Patton but he knew that even if Patton said yes, it would be a constant asking of “How comfortable he was” until Remus got impatient and possibly make the moral figment upset. He would rather die than tell Roman; giving out free blackmail isn’t Remus’ style after all. Logan could also do it but if he wanted to have a simple experience, which was rare, he had a fear that Logan would turn it into a long, scientific experiment.

Virgil was making this all worth it. Just letting Remus basically get himself tickled because of many factors. The first being Remus could just take the hoodie off, which Virgil recommended once the lower part of the hoodie started tickling Remus above his hipbones. The second was just telling Virgil to turn it off, especially if he was truly getting tired of sensation; Virgil would understand. But he didn’t. He just kept letting the hoodie do its thing, even putting the hood back on so that his scalp could get scratched.

The session lasted some time before Virgil powered it off. Remus sat up quickly from his slumped position with a visible pout.

“Why’d you stop it?” “It’s been two hours, Remus.”

The emerald trait scoffed.

“I’ve been tickled worse for longer. Hit me, Emobolt~!”