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this one has been in my mind and my wips for (checks calendar) almost 6 years JDHFDSJDH. please enjoy :3
“So... why did you make a truth serum?” Virgil asked with suspicion, looking over Logan’s shoulder at the strange liquids he was mixing together.
“It’s part of my research regarding our limits as metaphysical facets of the mind,” Logan replied, eyes on his experiment. At Virgil’s lack of a reply, he explained, “Truth serums would not work in the real world, and I want to know if they would work on us.”
Virgil continued to warily eye the clear liquid. “Okay. You’re sure it’s safe?”
“Virgil, again, we are not real,” Logan explained patiently, “and therefore nothing can permanently harm us. I will be fine.”
Before Virgil could fuss again, he added, “Would you mind keeping an eye on the others? I don’t want them to disrupt my organizational system.”
He watched as Virgil nodded, turning on his heel to join Patton and Roman on the couch on the other side of Logan’s room. The logical side turned back to his mixture.
It wasn’t a lie, the reason he gave Virgil about why he wanted to make a truth serum. He genuinely was curious about whether or not it would work on them. But there was a bit more to it; seeing as he was known as the unemotional and standoffish side of the Mind Palace, there was a small part of him that somewhat liked the idea of being able to speak honestly, without any of the mental blocks that normally form when he tries to do so.
According to his calculations, this dosage should just be enough to lower his inhibitions and allow him to speak candidly about his... ugh, feelings. He picked up the vial and crossed the room to the others, whom he had invited on the rare chance that something would go wrong with the serum.
Patton gasped as he drew nearer. “Oh! Is that it?”
Logan nodded, passing the sealed vial over to them so they could observe it up close.
“And we’re sure there’s no poison?” Roman asked, holding the vial up to the light. “No foul play, no suspicious behavior, no tomfoolery?”
“Absolutely no tomfoolery,” Logan assured, taking the bottle back. “It’s merely an experiment, and I’m certain that this amount should only affect my self control for about ten to fifteen minutes.”
He raised the vial to his lips, hesitating for just a moment. He looked at the open, cautious, and trusting faces of his friends-- and swallowed the liquid in one quick motion.
“Well?” Virgil asked the second Logan’s lips left the vial. “What do you feel?”
Logan thought for a minute. Aside from the tingling in his limbs and the fuzziness in his head, he supposed he really did feel alright. He opened his mouth to reply, and--
“The physical side effects are not worrying me, but I am more afraid of the emotional revelations that could come to light while I am under the influence of this serum.”
The others blinked in surprise at Logan’s statement, and it took him a moment for him to understand why. He’d just-- he’d just admitted he was afraid. Afraid of sharing emotional revelations, of all things.
“Ah. So it works.”
It was silent for another moment, and then Patton began clapping in amazement.
“That’s really neat, Logan!” he chirped. “I’m so proud of you, you big-brained braniac!”
“Thank you, Patton,” Logan replied. “I sometimes struggle with feelings of self consciousness and even insecurity, at my low moments, but I always feel validated and comforted by your admiration.”
Logan felt himself sway a bit as he spoke, his brow furrowed in slight confusion. That-- okay. That was a tad more blunt than he’d meant it to be, given the way the other three sides all stiffened as one.
“Um... L?” Virgil asked, sitting up in his seat. “How strong is that truth serum meant to be?”
“Just enough to allow me to lower my inhibitions and speak more candidly with you all. Although it appears that the side effects of the serum include an inability to control how much of the truth I reveal. I am now moderately afraid of what I will reveal while under its influence.”
Patton gasped slightly. “So-- so you can’t control what you say?”
“That’s bad,” Virgil announced, as if anyone would disagree with him. “We can’t be near him if he can’t control what he says. He should be able to keep his secrets. We should leave--”
“We can’t leave him alone!” Roman protested. “What if this serum has more side effects? We should stay to protect him!”
“Logan?” Patton’s voice cut through the growing panic in the room. “What do you want?”
All eyes turned to Logan. He struggled for a moment. In his head, he could picture himself saying that they could leave. That’s what he would normally do-- let the other Sides go, and figure this situation out for himself. But... Patton had asked him what he wanted.
“I want you to stay,” he answered, shy about the inherent earnestness in his voice. “I like to be around you all. So I would like it if you would stay.”
A few beats of silence passed, where the other sides looked at each other in question. Then Roman nodded.
“Then we’ll stay,” he decided. “And we’ll keep our quarrelsome questions to ourselves, so our favorite nerd won’t accidentally spill the metaphorical beans!”
He gave Logan a reassuring smile that morphed into slight confusion as the logical side shook his head.
“Actually,” Logan replied, “one of the main reasons I wanted to create a truth serum would be to make it easier to speak honestly without feeling burdened by anxiety or self doubt. It is much stronger than I had anticipated, but I am grateful that it is helping me communicate more genuinely with you all, because I trust and love you very much.”
Okay, this was getting a little embarrassing. Logan didn’t regret allowing them to stay, but he did wish he could go one minute without professing his affection aloud.
Luckily for him (and his ego) the others didn’t seem keen to comment on his uncharacteristic lovey-dovey-ness. He allowed himself to be positioned in the center of the couch, Roman already summoning plenty of pillows and blankets.
“Hold on a moment, Professor,” Roman instructed, tossing a blanket onto Logan’s lap before sitting down to his right. “If you’d like to stand for a moment, you can cocoon yourself in this to avoid any unwanted physical touch, alright?”
“Oh, gosh, yeah!” Patton said. “And I know we said we’d do a cuddle pile with our movie night, but really, bud, you don’t have to be in the middle if you don’t wanna be!”
Virgil nodded, scooching a bit away from Logan’s other side as he added, “Yeah, because we know you’re not big on the whole, you know, ‘being touched’ thing, right?”
“Incorrect.”
All three sides stopped what they were doing to look at Logan. He hadn’t intended to reply to that statement at all, but it wasn’t until he felt the others’ eyes on him that he realized what he’d just admitted.
“Really?” Patton asked. His voice was hopeful but cautious, and Logan’s not certain he could lie to that face even if he wasn’t under the influence of a truth serum.
“Yes, really,” he replied. “My aversion to touch is something of a facade. In reality, I am quite comfortable with physical contact, especially with those I am emotionally close with.”
“Uh...” Roman said hesitantly, looking torn. “‘Those you are ‘emotionally close with’... does that mean us?”
Logan sighed, but it was more out of fondness than annoyance. “Yes, Roman. That does mean the three of you.”
There was a beat, and then Patton gasped, leaning across Virgil’s chest to grab Logan’s hand.
“Can I hold your hand?” he asked, even as he was already squeezing Logan’s fingers with his own. “Can I play with your hair? Can I--”
“Hang on, Pat, let the man breathe,” Virgil interrupted. He placed a hand on Patton’s shoulder as he turned to Logan and asked, “What are your boundaries?”
“Apart from more explicit activities, I love any and all forms of physical contact,” Logan announced. “Therefore, I am open to engaging in any number of activities with you all. Hugging, cuddling, tickling--”
Roman’s eyes went wide in shocked delight. “Tickling?”
Logan’s stomach flipped. Oh, goodness.
Still, he continued to speak. “Yes, I especially love tickling. Aside from the health benefits it provides by producing positive chemicals in the brain, it allows two or more people to bond in a manner that is both playful and vulnerable. I have done a great deal of research on the subject.”
Okay. So. While Logan didn’t mind revealing this secret, per se, he still hadn’t prepared himself to tell his three best friends about his little fixation. He dared to take a peek to his left, and realized that both Virgil and Patton were watching him with encouraging expressions. Something about the knowledge that they supported him sharing this part of himself made the minor worried knot in his stomach unravel.
“It’s a very enjoyable activity,” Logan continued. “Especially for the recipient, who has the added bonus of enjoying any number of verbal or physical teasing from the tickler.”
It was silent for a beat, and then Virgil shifted closer again to Logan on the couch.
“So you like to be tickled?” he asked casually.
Logan took in a sharp breath. He was so hyper-focused on the question Virgil just asked, he missed the look that Roman and Patton shared from opposite ends of the couch.
“Yes,” he replied. “Yes, I do like to be tickled.”
He felt his face grow warm again, scarcely able to believe he actually managed to say those words out loud. His attention was pulled away from Virgil as he felt a warm hand come to rest on his knee, and Logan startled, turning to face Roman on his other side.
“Where are you ticklish?” Roman asked, giving Logan an innocently curious look. He opened his mouth to respond, but found that he couldn’t seem to drag his attention away from the feeling of Roman’s hand on his right knee.
Patton laughed lightly somewhere to his left. “Are your knees a little ticklish there, Logan?”
Logan swallowed, nodding jerkily. “Yes. They’re not my worst spot, but I am ticklish there.”
Roman hummed, and without taking his gaze away from Logan’s face, began slowly stroking his thumb across the skin above his kneecap. Logan gave a frustrated sigh that may or may not have been an aborted laugh.
“Where else, Specs?”
“My-- my neck is relatively sensitive!” His answer dissolved into a gasp as he felt a fluttering of fingers right between his shoulder and his neck. On reflex he scrunched up, but all he succeeded in was trapping Virgil’s hand in between his shoulder and his ear.
“Easy, L,” Virgil murmured. He pulled his hand out slowly, and even swiped his fingers along Logan’s left ear. The touch was practically electric.
Logan could feel his heart starting to beat a little faster. Was this actually going to happen?
His words weren’t even that teasy, but Logan felt a blush warming his face already. He felt a little lightheaded, and he didn’t think he could blame it on the serum.
“I don’t-- I don’t know how to do this,” he stammered. “I’ve never done this before. And I am not certain of every spot I have that is sensitive.”
Roman made a pensive noise. His hand was still casually resting on Logan’s knee, making it very difficult to focus.
“How about this?” he offered, leaning forwards to speak to Virgil and Patton. “Let’s all work together and go through everywhere our brainiac might be ticklish. Then we’ll know what do to in the future, and Logan here will get a little tickle time. What do you think?”
Logan felt like he could barely breathe. The teasing words, the way the three of them were plotting together, and the knowledge that they were about to actually do what he’d wanted to do for so long--
“I think this is a very good idea,” he blurted, nodding as if he needed to convince them further. There was an incredulous hilarity at the entire situation that made Logan want to laugh already.
Or maybe that was just from the feeling of Virgil taking his left hand in his own, and slowing tracing his fingernails across the palm of his hand.
“I guess that’s not a horrible plan, Princey,” he said casually as his nails fluttered up to Logan’s wrist and back. “’Specially since Logan’s so excited already.”
The three of them laughed a little, and Logan-- well, Logan wanted to dispute that statement, but he figured that the more he could hold his tongue for right now, the better.
“Well, let’s see!” Patton said cheerfully, leaning forward to catch Logan’s eye. “I guess starting from the top down is good enough-- you said your neck is sensitive, Lo?”
Logan replied with a tight-lipped hum, a stray giggle bursting out as Roman suddenly tickled him just under his right ear.
“Neck, yes, and ears, for sure,” he confirmed. His fingers fluttered just low enough to slip under the collar of Logan’s shirt. “Collarbone, too!”
“Nice,” Virgil replied. His hand stayed on its dedicated path traveling up and down Logan’s forearm, each swipe of his fingers heading close and closer to his elbow. “I guess arms are kinda a weird spot to be ticklish, but I don’t think Logan minds.”
He looked at Logan seriously, scanning him for any sign of disagreement.
“Do you mind?”
“No,” Logan blurted, clamping his lips shut again as his ears began to burn. Virgil seemed taken aback by the intensity of his reply, but to Logan’s despair (or relief) he didn’t stop his spidering touches.
“You know, maybe one day we could play a little tickle game!” Patton said. “Just whenever Logan gets in a certain mood, we can all help him out together. We’ll make it a whole family fun day!”
Logan squirmed-- at the (probably unintentional) teasing from Patton, and at the (very intentional) laughter from Roman and Virgil, and at the thought that the three of them would actually do this again, specifically whenever Logan wanted it to happen-- and also at the fact that Roman and Virgil were steadfastly thorough in their light, fluttering tickles.
“I--” he started, eyes widening at how genuinely flustered he already sounded. “That would be... nice. Yes.”
He was going to say more (although what exactly he was going to say, he honestly had no idea) but unfortunately for him, both Roman and Virgil decided to escalate the tickles simultaneously. Virgil moved upwards, his fingers continuing to flutter and scratch at the soft skin of his inner arm-- Roman moved downwards, finally having coaxed out all of the different noises Logan made when his neck was tickled.
And both of them moved, in unison, to poke and prod and wiggle in Logan’s underarms.
“Na-ahahahahahahaha!”
Logan jerked his arms down, helplessly clamping Roman and Virgil’s wiggling fingers under his arms and trying desperately to stop the uncontrollable giggles that burst from his mouth. Oh, that tickled, that tickled so badly, is that what he’d been missing all this time? All this time, when he’d been so afraid to be honest with them that he’d resorting to making a freaking truth serum just to tell them what he wanted-- all this time, all he’d needed to do was open his mouth and ask? It was almost too much to think about.
Luckily, Roman and Virgil didn’t give him any more time to think about it, because they suddenly and simultaneously each grabbed one of his arms. Roman easily pulled Logan’s right arm over his shoulders, looping it around his neck until he could hold Logan’s wrist with one hand before diving back under his arm with the other. Virgil did the same, except Patton was the one to take hold of Logan’s wrist after Virgil pulled his arm around his shoulders, leaving Virgil with two whole hands to continue his newest discovery.
“Where should I go next, sides or stomach?” Virgil asked; Logan was all too aware that the question wasn’t directed at him, and the thought made his stomach flip helplessly.
Patton hummed. “What about ribs? Those are a pretty good tickle spot!” Vaguely Logan thought about protesting, but he didn’t even bother, both because he knew it’d be a lie, and because he was focusing on saving as much breath as possible.
Immediately there was a pinching on his right side, zapping away any brainpower he still had in order to focus on the two fingers squeezing at his ribs without a care in the world. Logan yelped, yanking both his arms against his captors.
“Oh, does that tickle?” Roman asked, still targeting the spot with a dangerous accuracy. Logan’s brain was already frazzled-- he couldn’t figure out how to move to protect himself.
Delighted, Roman did it again, just as Virgil wiggled all ten fingers directly towards Logan’s ribs. The small circles he made against the bones were enough to send Logan into another bout of wheezing giggles, and blearily he leaned away from Virgil’s two hands into Roman’s singular one.
Of course, this didn’t deter Virgil in the slightest: the emo side could easily follow Logan’s stomach as he leaned away. One thorough squeeze of his tummy made Logan gasp with a startled “Na-hahaha!” and without thinking about it, he yanked his legs up in a misguided attempt to protect his stomach, nearly kneeing Virgil in the face.
“I’m sorry!” Logan blurted, and Roman slowed his tickles nearly to a stop as they checked to see that Virgil was okay-- but the emo side merely gave an over dramatic scoff, trying and failing to keep his face in a disapproving frown as he looked down at Logan.
“What, I thought you wanted this?” he teased. “And now you’re trying to run away, like you didn’t even sit down and ask us for this?”
Logan’s face burned. “I’m sorry. It was-- an involuntary reaction.”
“Aw, too ticklish on your tummy to stay still?” Patton added, smiling at him from over Virgil’s shoulder. Logan wished he had a hand free to hide his face, either his rapidly darkening cheeks or his rapidly growing wobbly smile.
“I am,” he admitted. “I also believe I will only get more... ticklish, the further down you go, so staying still will soon become even more difficult.”
Roman hummed in his ear, sending a shiver down Logan’s back. “What if Patton held onto your legs?”
It was a casual comment, honestly, as if Roman were genuinely brainstorming for a solution to a problem. But the image of what he was suggesting made Logan’s stomach swoosh deep inside him, and it took everything in him not to curl up into a ball preemptively.
Instead, he nodded. “I would... like that very much.”
He couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, but that didn’t stop him from being all too aware at the delight and anticipation on his friends’ faces.
“Alright, Virge, help me out!” Patton chirped, sitting forward and wiggling with excitement. Virgil grabbed Logan’s legs by the calves (the pull of his pants fabric over his legs was already making him want to laugh again-- was he seriously always this ticklish?) and pulled them across his own lap in order to position them on Patton’s. Patton placed his hand above Logan’s knee and pulled both legs closer, taking the chance to squeeze the muscles right above and making Logan burst into another bout of nervous giggles.
Now Logan was in trouble-- now he was half-laying across all three of them, Roman now holding both arm captive above his head while he spidered his nails delicately on the thin skin just above his armpit; Virgil draping his body weight over Logan’s thighs to keep his legs from escaping Virgil’s lap as he easily dug both hands back into Logan’s stomach; and Patton keeping Logan’s feet nice and trapped while managing to squiggle his nails haphazardly up and down Logan’s shins and ankles before scrabbling all over the soles of his feet.
It was-- it was ridiculous, it was stupid and silly and childish and everything Logan had been dreaming of.
“Is this good for you, Logan?” Patton asked, smiling nearly as wide as Logan was. “Is it fun? Do you like it? Does it tickle?”
“It tickles!” he screeched, wiggling his feet as much as he could when Patton began scratching the center of each of his souls. Roman’s one free hand was moving like lighting all over Logan’s upper body, darting between his neck to his armpits to his collarbones to his ears. He even spidered his nails impossibly lightly against Logan’s cheeks, earning a shriek that caused the other three to burst into laughter.
“Jeez, L, is that all it takes?” Virgil teased. “Just one little tickle makes you scream like that?”
He lightened his own tickling until he was merely walking his fingers up and down Logan’s stomach, just barely brushing his ribs on every go. Logan wiggled from side to side as much as he could.
“It’s- involuntahahary!” he squealed. “I can’t- can’t help it!”
“Yeah, you mentioned that.”
Roman slowed his tickles down too, although he did finally release Logan’s arms so he could instead crawl both sets of nails all around Logan’s neck. Logan made a noise he’d never made before as he scrunched his neck up in vain to protect himself.
“But you like it, don’t you, bud?” Roman murmured. Logan gasped with laughter, his stomach dropping even further. He tried to kick his legs, but a simple pinch above one knee coupled with Patton’s grip on his other ankle left him no options but to whine at Roman’s words.
“You must like it,” Roman said, “if you haven’t told us to stop. Because it wouldn’t be true. You don’t want us to stop, do you? Because you just love getting tickled so much, don’t you?”
His eyes screwed up, desperate to try to block the teasing any way he could. Above him, he heard Roman hum idly as his hands returned to pinching and wiggling his lowest ribs. Virgil was laughing, too, as he continued pinching deftly above Logan’s knees in rhythm, and beyond that Logan could just make out Patton’s teasing voice as he drilled his thumb directly into the arch of Logan’s foot.
All of it. Too much. And Logan, finally, broke.
“Yes! Yes! I love it, I love it, I-- ahahahahahahahaha!”
Logan’s words dissolved into shrieking laughter as he suddenly went boneless, head dropping back into Roman’s lap. His hands scrabbled to grab Roman’s wrists, but didn’t do anything else to get him to stop.
The act himself, however, was enough to get Roman to ease up on the tickling, with Virgil and Patton immediately following suit. There were a few moments where none of them were touching Logan to allow him take deep, grateful breaths unhindered, but after a beat Patton took it upon himself to rub his palms all over Logan’s soles, wiping the tingles away.
“Stay with us, Teach,” Roman said. “What do you need?”
By now, Logan had caught his breath enough to answer, but that didn’t mean he was ready to talk about what had just happened. Belatedly, he realized he was still holding onto Roman’s wrists like a lifeline, and he snatched his hands away to cover his stomach instead, much to Roman’s amusement.
“I--” he started, coughing once. “I believe... the serum has worn off.”
“Are you good?” Virgil pressed. “Do you-- I don’t know, feel anything weird?”
Yeah, Logan felt a few weird things for sure. Flushed and breathless. Hypersensitive. Totally embarrassed. But also...
"I just want to help you relax!! You've been working so hard putting together a schedule for Thomas and enforcing it and it's been working you to the bone!"
Logan sighed for what felt like - and most definitely was - the fifth time in this interaction. "You've stated that, Patton, I just don't see how this is supposed to help me."
Despite his protests again the logic of Patton's plan, he made no move to fight the other as the moral side slid onto his waist. He was laying on his stomach on the couch, head in his arms, shirt discarded begrudgingly on the floor with Patton now straddling his waist above him.
"When Roman feels really stressed, I sometimes give him back massages. It helps work out some of his tension, and it also just feels really nice and relaxing." Patton explained.
Logan hummed. "I can see how he'd find the activity relaxing, however, I'm not Roman."
"I know that, Lo, I just want to help you out, and maybe it'll have the same affect for you." The unsure tone Patton's voice had taken on the longer they discussed this had Logan softening. He sighed for the sixth time.
"Alright, Patton. I'll entertain your idea."
The moral side lit up. "Awesome! Now just lay back and relax."
Logan obliged, flinching when Patton's cool hands met his shoulders. He wasn't used to much physical contact, especially of this nature, so it did feel a bit odd. But... he had to admit, as Patton began massaging into his shoulders and he realized just how tense his muscles were, it did feel nice.
"Mmph," Logan groaned when Patton hit a particularly painful knot. "I admit this is... Rather nice, but not exactly relaxing."
"Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle," Patron apologized. His touch lightened, moving down to work gently at the muscles in Logan's back. It was nice, and definitely reaching more into the 'relaxing' category until Patton's fingers grazed a little too far outwards. Logan's breath hitched, stiffening.
"Logan?" Patton called, sounding worried. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I thought I was being more gentle, let me-"
"It's quite alright Patton," Logan said, forcing himself to relax. "You didn't hurt me."
"Then why..?" Patton started, then seemed to abandon his question with what felt like a shake of the head. Despite Logan's words, his touch lightened even more, and Logan held his breath when swipes of tingles zipped up his spine. His leg twitched in response.
He tried to hold still, he really did, but it felt like his body was being hijacked by something. Not something, the thing, and if Patton didn't stop-
"P-Patton-" Logan tried, blinking at the unnaturally high pitch of his voice. "I think I'm relaxed enough, you can stohop now-" the giggle slipped out against his will, and he froze. Patton's hand froze as well, stilling against his back.
Neither of them spoke, and silence spread between them for what felt like a full minute, but then suddenly there was a hand scribbling into his lower back.
The dam broke free, unable to hold back his titterations. His hand jerked back to scramble for Patton's hand as surprised laughter broke free from the logical side. "Pahahatton!"
Patton giggled right back. "Aww, Logan, I didn't know you were ticklish!"
"Cohohome on, this is-! Nohoho!" Patton scribbled his fingers up higher, hitting the spot right between his shoulderblades, and Logan's giggling pitched, shoulders shaking. His feet kicked out behind him, doing nothing but provide a relief from the attack on his nervous system.
"Aww, such a pretty laugh you have!" Patton cooed. "I didn't know backs could be this ticklish. You should've told me about this sooner!"
"I dihihidn't-! I didn't-! I dihihihidn't knohohow!" Logan said between his pitched giggling fit, giving up on trying to reach behind himself for Patton's hand. He slung his arm over the top of his head, giggling heartily into the other.
He squeaked when Patton's second hand joined the fun and both scribbled lightly and purposefully over Logan's shoulder blades, feet kicking into the couch.
"A tickle-tickle-tickle!" Patton teased, igniting a blush on Logan's face. "Hm, I wonder..."
Logan wasn't left to wonder for long at what that meant before he felt lips between his shoulder blades and a raspberry was blown. He shrieked, throwing his head back and bonking Patton's head in the process. He seemed unharmed as he sat up and went rigth back to scribbling. Thankfully, Patton was merciful enough to only do that trick once, but Logan felt overwhelmed by the tingling lighting up his back.
"PahahaHAHAtton plehehehease!!" Logan gasped out, shaking his head and flexing his hand in his hair.
Patton giggled, giving one last good tickle before stopping. Logan caught his breath, turning his head to the side to breathe fresh air and ignoring the mess he'd made of his hair. "Sorry Lo, that was just too adorable to pass up." Patton said with a smile. "You okay?"
"Quite alright," Logan replied after a moment, trying to wipe the smile off his face as he readjusted his messed up glasses. "No thanks to you."
Patton laughed. "Oh please, you never told me to stop."
A blush bloomed on Logan's face as he quickly cleared his throat. "A miscalculation!"
"Whatever you say Logan," Patton said fondly. "Now, do you still want that massage? No tickles this time, I promise." A pause. "On purpose, anyways."
Logan considered. A beat passed, two, before he buried his face into his arms. "...Yes, please."
A/N: Credits goes back to Fluffymary (Their art is amazing!!). I actually wrote this almost three years ago believe it or not. I had made a re-write before but wanted to add a bit more since it felt rather abrupt and short. So, with that said, enjoy 💚✨
Concept(s): Art-Based Fic, Remus being a prankster, Remus is a little shit, Remus is ticklish, The other Sides get their revenge on Remus, They are a FamILY
Pairing(s): (Platonic) DRLAMP
Prompt(s): "Remus being put in tickle jail" ~ Fluffymary
Synopsis: Remus is put in tickle jail after pranking the others for a few weeks straight.
Trigger(s): Vague mentions of a smut, Food, Innuendoes, Light Bondage (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)
Word Count: 540 words
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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."
If Remus were to be honest with himself, it was too much and yet it was so much fun. He had been wanting this for weeks, for someone to give him some undivided attention. Maybe not in this particular way but it worked. He had, in fact, been a little shit and was getting punished for it. And Remus knew that the others would not stop any time soon. Which was fine by him.
Patton walked into the room to see all five of the other sides. Perfect!
“I’ve been in a ler mood allllll day,” Patton announced. “I’m gonna go get some tools, and when I return there’d better be a little lee waiting as a sacrifice or else I’ll be coming after each one of you~”
Patton happily walked away, a spring in his step. He trusted them to do the right thing.
He happily picked out an assortment of feathers, brushes, and other fluffy things. This was a day to tickle gently until the lee melted into an adorable little puddle, exhausted and giggly.
Patton returned to the living room to see a very pink and shy-faced Roman. He was laying on the ground, already a bit squirmy. His own sash and Remus’s were tying his hands to the legs of an armchair, holding his arms up above his head. Logan’s tie held his ankles together, and there was a black belt connecting his ankles to the leg of the coffee table. Roman’s shirt had been removed, and Virgil’s hoodie was draped over him to keep him warm until Patton got back.
Patton’s eyes sparkled. How wonderful~ And they all participated, betraying poor Roman. An excellent excuse to wreck each and every one of them.
He sat on Roman’s hips, delighting in the teeny squirms underneath him.
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Virgil didn’t know why but he was in a very touchy feely mood today, and it unsettled him. He’s not the touchy feely type. So why he was in the mood to be in the sweet and warm embrace of a loved one, and never let go until the day he died was beyond him.
But nonetheless he still felt these feelings, and it seemed as though they weren’t going anywhere. So, he said ‘ah, f** it.’ And acted on the feelings. Which is why he was now standing in front of Pattons door.
He hesitated at first, but then, he begrudgingly knocked on the door awaiting the sweet welcoming words of his favorite friendly father figure figment. Just then, he heard a ‘Come in!’ And opened the door.
There on the bed laid a happy and content Patton on his stomach, coloring in a ‘Winnie The Pooh’ coloring book. “Hey kiddo!” He looked up to see his dark strange son looking at him, with a small loving smile. “What can I do ya’ for?” He asked, in his signature dad voice.
“Oh nothing.” He replied. “I just kinda wanted to… uh- well, I just thought you would wanna maybe… er- do you think we could, maybe, possibly…. Cuddle…??” It took him painfully long to blurt it out, but, when he finally did Patton looked at him with an excited ear to ear smile.
“Well, of course kiddo!! I’d love to!” He exclaimed. He shifted so he was now laying on his back, with his head against a propped up pillow. He then patted a spot next to him, for Virgil to lay. Virgil slowly walked over, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He gave a half smile at Patton, and then plopped himself down next to him, immediately cuddling up to the cardigan wearer.
“You wanna be little spoon?” Patton asked in a loving voice. Virgil nodded, shoving his head deeper into Patton’s chest to hide the growing blush. “Aww, you’re too cute to handle sometimes Virge…” he said stroking Virgil’s hair to soothe him, and relax him. His breathing leveling out as he quickly muttered out “nno’ cute…” he said in a sleepy tone, before inevitably falling asleep.
After about half an hour of relaxing scalp scritches and head rubs from Patton, Virgil then started shifting slightly as Patton switched from head scratches to shoulder scratches. “You alright there Virge?” As Patton asked that he then proceeded to take his scratching fingers downwards to Virgil’s lower back.
That’s when he started squirming back and forth. “Ohh, I get it.” Patton just then had the realization of what was happening. “Are my back scratches tickly tickling you?~” he asked in a borderline baby voice. That’s when Virgil started quietly whining, the little back tickles were bad enough but Virgil couldn’t handle the teasing too!
Yes, I know what you’re thinking. ‘Oh but he’s still asleep’ and to that I say he is slightly asleep. The more and more Patton keeps up the tickling -albeit very slight and gentle and light tickling yes, but it still tickles- the more and more awake and coherent he becomes. “Hey Virgie~” he called out. “I think someone’s about to get tickled in their favorite spot~” he said before fluttering and lightly scratching behind Virgil’s ear and in the crook of his neck.
If he wasn’t awake before, he was now. That had woken him up enough that he was now a puddle of light squeaky giggles. “Your gunna kill me with cuteness!! Stop bein’ so darn adorable!~” he said in a teasing tone. “EHEHEHheheh!! PAHHAhahaehehe!” He was a squirming scrunched up pile of laughter. “Aww, is this your melt spot?” Patton asked as he fluttered at a spot where Virgil’s jawline met his neck. When he did that Virgil just laid there with his neck half scrunched up and just melted into the touch.
“Oh… my g- Are You Purring!?” Patton started hearing low vibrations in Virgil’s giggles that almost sounded like purrs. “Nohohaha, Ihhhehehmhm nohahat!” He protested. “Mhmyyeheh voice ihisss juhusst sscrahachhyyehe!” He managed through the remaining giggles. I say ‘remaining’ because Patton was so thrown off by the sound that he unknowingly stopped tickling Virgil.
“Well either way, it’s adorable!” He said, with a genuine smile on his face. With that, he started the tickling and fluttering back up again. After a while Patton got bored, so he decided to pull Virgil up into his lap so he could explore other possible tickle spots. “Hmm…” he gave Virgil’s right lower ribs an experimental poke. Which resulted in Virgil clamping his arms to his sides and letting out a slight giggle.
Patton, liking the result he got, continued with the same motion on every other rib, and he got the same reaction every time. By the time he was satisfied, Virgil was a giggling panting mess. He loved every second of it. Patton then gave other experimental pokes all over Virgil’s tummy, and he was a giggly, squeaky, wiggly mess.
“Do you wike having youw tummy tickwed?~” Patton asked in a baby voice, that made Virgil audibly whine and cover his rising blush, as Patton kept poking around his stomach. That is, until he found a spot that made Virgil squeal and hide his face more. “What was that Virgie-Wirgie?” He poked it again and got the same squeal, but this time it earned him a few leg kicks and an ‘Ack!’. -which he was very proud of-
“Is this little button right here whats making you all squirmy?~” if Virgil could protest his teases right now he would, but he couldn’t. He was too busy being flustered by them to fight them, right now. Virgil was pulled from his train of thought though, as he felt a poke delivered to his navel. He gasped and laughed briefly.
“Oh~ Is this a good spot??~” Patton asked, delivering another poke and a quick flutter to his bellybutton. Patton was a little taken aback at how eager Virgil was to respond, and not only respond but give a nod. After about another 20 something minutes of this, Virgil was getting a bit restless. So, when Patton finally delivered a good 2 and a half minutes of armpit tickles Virgil signaled that he was done.
“You tired kiddo?” Patton asked, before Virgil even nodded Patton was already laying them back down on the bed, to have a nice nap together. With that, Virgil could confidently say today was a good day.
And, he wouldn’t be opposed to spending any other days just the same…
Had to hit you guys with some Sanders sides so take some Patton and Virgil! Virgil needs to give us more smiles anyways so Patton, NOM IS NECK RN/silly
Virgil had been fidgeting all day, and Patton is worried about him. When he asks Virgil what's bothering him, he's left completely shocked by the answer, but still eager to help.
A day late...Could be worse. I hope you enjoy! And Sanders Sides is back for Tickletober!!!
Patton had been aware of Virgil’s quirks for a while now. He knew that any sort of loving action would make Virgil embarrassed and surprised. He knew Virgil didn’t really like hugs, unless it was a special occasion. And Patton especially knew that Virgil fidgets when he’s really anxious or nervous.
And Virgil had been fidgeting a lot lately…
One day, Patton decided to sit down beside Virgil while he was playing a video game.
“Hey kiddo.” Patton greeted.
“Hey.” Virgil muttered, flicked his wii remote to the right, watching the screen as the dog ran down the field.
“Playing frisbee?” Patton asked.
“Yup.” Virgil muttered, grunting as the frisbee hit the ground before the dog could catch it. “I keep messing up.”
Patton looked towards Virgil with slight worry. “Would it be easier if you stood up and played?”
Virgil sighed and threw the frisbee again. “Nope. I don’t want to.” Virgil replied, watching the dog run for the frisbee. “Come on, come on, come on-” Virgil let out a breath. “Oh thank god…She got it.” Virgil mumbled.
Patton smiled and clapped his hands. “Yay!” He cheered.
Virgil smiled slightly and picked up the frisbee before throwing it. “Go on.” Virgil told him.
Patton looked at Virgil. “Huh?”
Virgil looked to Patton. “I assume you wanted to talk about something?” Virgil asked him.
Patton was a little thrown off guard. Maybe his intentions were more obvious than he thought. “Y-Yeah…I did.” He replied.
“Okay. Then shoot.” Virgil told him.
Patton sighed and looked down at his own lap. “What’s been bothering you lately?” Patton asked.
Virgil took the frisbee and threw it again. “Nothing’s been bothering me.” Virgil told him. “Why?” He asked, looking over at Patton while the frisbee soared in the air.
“Well…you’ve been very fidgety lately.” Patton admitted. “I thought you might’ve been anxious about something.” He explained further.
Virgil looked at the high score. “When was I fidgeting?” Virgil asked, clicking the home button to go to the home menu.
Patton bit his lip. “Earlier today, when we were lying on the couch.” Patton told him.
Virgil froze for a moment, staring in front. He slowly put down his wii remote and looked at Patton. “Uhhh…” Virgil bit his lip and lowered his head slightly. “Well…”
“Why were you anxious?” Patton asked.
Virgil let out a shaky breath as he recalled what was going on in that moment. His head had been all over the place during that hour. He could remember the exact words that were filling his mind while he laid with Patton on the floor of his room. 3 simple little words wouldn’t stop repeating themselves…
“Virgil?” He heard beside him. “You’re doing it again…” Patton told him.
Virgil looked down at his own hands, and noticed he was fidgeting with his fingers again. He supposed just the thought of those 3 words were enough to make him act like this. Dammit…why do his hands always reveal his inner anxiety? Sensing no other option, Virgil finally spoke up. “It’s…not what you think it is…” Virgil tried to explain.
Patton tilted his head. “Oh?”
Virgil let out a breath. “It’s not…It’s not anxiety…It’s a nervous tick.” Virgil admitted.
Patton softened his expression a little bit. “A nervous tick?”
Virgil nodded his head. “I was nervous because…I wanted to ask you for a favor.” He slowly explained. He huddled his hands closer to his chest as he finally sputtered out the words. “P-Pleasetickleme…”
Patton widened his eyes. “What? Can you repeat that?” He asked. Patton thought he had caught the words, but he really needed to triple check.
Virgil whined. “Can-Can you please tickle me?” Virgil asked, looking at Patton with a look of desperation and fear in his eyes. His fidgeting had intensified from this question alone. He looked like he was going to explode if he didn’t fidget.
Patton raised his eyebrows and slowly smiled. “Really?” Patton tilted his head slightly with a look of curiosity. “You want me to tickle you?” He asked.
Virgil whimpered and hid his face with his fidgeting fingers. “Mm…Mhm…” He mumbled.
Patton’s smile grew teeth as his whole face brightened. He walked up to Virgil and very gently grabbed his outer elbows. “Virgil…”
Virgil tensed up slightly, fearing the worst. He knew Patton wouldn’t ridicule him…but he knew very well that Patton could tease him…Or worse, Patton may reassure him with a saddened tone of voice. Though he knew Patton meant well, the saddened tone would tell Virgil that Patton felt betrayed. Patton likely thought Virgil already trusted him…and if that were the case, then why didn’t Virgil ask him earlier? All of these were thoughts that went through Virgil’s head.
Patton let out a slow breath. “Do you trust me?” Patton asked him calmly.
Virgil opened his eyes with slight surprise. “Y-Yes…I do.” he replied.
“Okay.” Patton almost whispered. Patton very gently moved Virgil’s hands down, and placed both his hands onto his shoulders. “Where would you like me to tickle you?” Patton asked him with a gentle smile. Everything about Patton’s attitude was non-threatening…more non-threatening than usual. It was…a little odd, but not unwelcome.
Virgil looked at Patton as he lowered his hands with a small blush. “Uhhh…” He giggled a little bit. “My…My neck…” He admitted.
Patton smiled brightly. “Feather? Or fingers?” He asked next, summoning a feather in his left hand while wiggling his right fingers.
Virgil smiled a little bit more as his blush deepened. “Hehehe…Hehehe…F-Feheather please…” He muttered awkwardly.
Patton moved the feather to his right hand. “Now:” Patton pointed the end of the feather at his face. “I’m only gonna tickle you, if you let me. Meaning you’re not allowed to hide your entire neck.” He warned. “You can hide one side of the neck, but not your whole neck. Okay?” Patton explained.
Virgil nodded his head. No hiding his whole neck. That’s doable. “Okay.” he replied.
Patton started right away. He started off fluttering the feather right under his chin. “Tickle tickle tickle~” Patton teased.
Virgil squeaked and hid the front of his neck. “eEEK! Nohoho!” He giggled.
Patton smirked. “How about…” Patton fluttered the feather on the right side of his neck. “A flutter-flutter-flutter here?” Patton teased.
Virgil giggled and curled to the right. “Hehehe! Hehehehe-!”
“Awww, such a cute little giggle!” Patton teased. “Maybe a little flutter here?” Patton moved the feather to the left side.
“Hehehe- hahahaha!” Virgil’s giggles grew into laughter as the feather fluttered against his lower neck, and up towards the jawline. “Pahahahat- Hahahaha! Hehehehee!” Virgil looked away from Patton, too embarrassed to even look at Patton at this moment.
But Patton didn’t really need to look very hard. He knew Virgil was embarrassed about this whole thing…And despite all his reassurance, Patton knew he’d never believe him. But the fact that Virgil wasn’t covering up his entire face with his hands, told him everything. Virgil didn’t feel a need to completely cover his face because…there was a little bit of trust there. Virgil trusted him enough to off-handedly show Patton his flustered face.
Patton’s feather fluttered down the jawline, back towards the chin.
“Hehehehe! Pahahahat-!” Virgil laughed.
“Yeeeeesss?” Patton responded.
“Ihihihit ticklehesss!” Virgil told him.
“Really?!” Patton gasped. “You mean to tell me…” Patton fluttered the feather against his lower neck. “THIS tickles you?!” Patton reacted.
Virgil covered his mouth and squealed. “Pahahahat!” He shook his head. “Nohohoho teheheheasihihihing!” Virgil reacted.
Patton giggled. “No teasing? But that’s not fair!” Patton gently placed his fingers under Virgil’s chin to keep it up, before fluttering his feather under the chin.
Virgil bursted out giggling and laughing right away. “Pahahahat! *snort* Cohohome ohohohohon!” Virgil giggled.
“You poor, unfortunately ticklish soul!” Patton teased, somewhat referencing Ursula from The Little Mermaid. “♫So shy, so thrilled~!♫” Patton sang in the same melody as the song. “♫This one wanted to be tickled-♫” Patton pointed to Virgil. “♫-This one chose to trust his dad-♫” Patton pointed to himself. “♫And do I help him?♫” Patton fluttered the feather in Virgil’s face. “♫Yes indeed~♫” Patton declared as he tickled the front of his neck.
Virgil snorted again and squeezed his eyes shut. “Mehehehehean.” Virgil mumbled.
Patton tilted his head while raising an eyebrow. “Mean, huh?” Patton asked.
“Yehehehes!” Virgil replied.
“That isn’t mean.” Patton got rid of the feather and tickled both sides of his neck with his fingers. “Now THIS is mean.” Patton declared.
Virgil squealed and cackled, trying to stop his fingers with his hands. “HAHAHAhahaha! Hahahaha- Nahahaha!” Virgil snorted and gave up his defenses to cover his mouth instead. His stupid snort was making itself known, and he didn’t really like it.
Patton stuck out his lower lip. “Aww…I like your snort.” Patton admitted.
Virgil opened his eyes and took one glance at his Padre’s sad face…and sure enough, that was all that was needed to drop his defenses. Virgil slowly removed his hands from his face, showing Patton the visibly red face in its entirety.
“There it is!” Patton tickled under his chin a little, before booping his nose.
Virgil giggled a bit at the chin tickles, before going cross-eyed with surprise at the nose boop. “Huh?” Virgil looked back towards Patton. “O-Oh…Heheh…”
Patton placed his hands onto his cheeks. “Do you want me to stop?” Patton asked him.
Virgil bit his lip and looked away slightly. “Uhh…N…No…” He mumbled.
And that was all that was required to continue the neck tickles.
