#ler!remus

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It had been a few hours. Patton's feet felt like static, his voice was expelling various croaks and hiccups from laughing so long. Though he never shouted out his safeword, he was very close to breaking. But he was having so much fun. Then a timer went off. Patton gasped and breathed in heavily as the hands on the stocks retreated for a brief moment, only to reemerge with a damp towel to wipe his feet with. Remus stood up from his slumped posture to the side of the bed.

"It was so kind of you to come to little ol' me for tickling pleasure~"

Due to the sensitivity Patton was still facing, Patton squealed and cackled when Remus tickled his ears. Remus snorted as he held the remote up.

"Word?"

Patton stared at the remote, then Remus, then the stocks. He wiggled his toes a bit before smiling brightly and shaking his head. Remus laughed.

"Fine then! Your funeral!"

With a press of a button, the hands de-summoned then emerged once more. This time with some kind of special oil and fuzzy socks. Or what Patton thought was fuzzy. One hand used a brush to "paint" the oil on Patton's soles before the other one placed a sock on each foot. Oh no.

"Rehehehehehee! The … sohohohocks! They… tihi… tickle." "Well, they are made out of microfiber. Just a little experiment that I wanted to try out."

The hands started to massage Patton's soles with the socks still on and it became clear. This would be the thing that broke him. Patton couldn't hold back at all as he cackled with glee, his wrist now being bound down to the bed and his feet, while still in the stocks, had the toes held back with two appendages while the other two grind their knuckles on his heels.

It tickled like hell! With the added bonus of the itching powder and oil combo, this made for one of the worst tickling experience he had ever been in.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FU-FU-FU-FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!! RE-REMUS!! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!!" "My my~ What's the matter, Uh oh Daddy-O? Are you laughing or screaming?" "AH- HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- NOHOHOHOHO!! REMUS!! REHEHEHEMUS PLEASE!!" "All you have to say is that little word."

Patton tried to hold in his breath but all that did was make his cheeks puff out and make it even harder to hold back. When the damn broke again, Patton finally hollered out.

"SHROOMS!"

The hands retreated again like the previous times and this time when they reemerged, they pat the back of the moral facet's soles. After they wiped his feet again, the stocks let his ankles go as well as the wrists letting go and slithering off either side of the bed to their original sitting position on either side of the bed.

Remus clapped happily as he walked up to the bed and lifted Patton up, who was still in a partial daze. Remus snuggled Patton for a brief moment before snapping for the bed to go back to his regular coffin-styled one.

"Well… it was nice of you to stop by again! It really is no bother! All you have to do is send in a request and I'll be there."

Patton nodded.

"Thank… … you… kiddo…" "No problem!"

"Th-This is childish, Remus. Stop this a-at once," Logan replied, trying to keep his voice even and cursing himself silently for the way his words stuttered silently with his breath.

"Why? Thought I don't make any real impact on you. This shouldn't be bothering you, dork." Remus replied with a manic cackle.

Logan went to make a logical retort, still insistent on talking his way out of this situation, but his breath hitched and his words were lost when the nails Remus was dragging up and down his bare sides skittered up higher than their trail had been before, threatening to dip under his exposed arms.

That was the situation he was trapped in, it seemed. Standing in his own room, his arms trapped above his head, hands wrapped in one of Remus' tentacles to keep them easily out of the way. Remus standing behind him, hands shoved under Logan's shirt which had been haphazardously untucked from his pants in the beginning of this.... ridiculousness. At first, Logan was concerned that the Duke was going to attempt act out one of his very vocal sexual fantasies he loved to share with the world, but when the sharp nails of his hands came into contact with his sides and began a slow, ticklish trail up and down, up and down- uncharacteristically light and slow for the hyperactive, manic side- Logan realized what the Duke was hoping to accomplish.

And God damn him, it was working.

Sure, Logan had yet to utter a sound, even managing some sharp words without giving away his blight, but he was terribly sensitive and wasn't prepared for how badly the technique was getting to him. It didn't help that even though he knew, from a logical standpoint, that it made sense that he was ticklish- what with being part of Thomas, who was- the fact that it was working and sending shivers down his spine and making it more and more difficult to keep his composure made him frustrated and exasperated. He should be above such... such childish things!

And God damn it all would he just let up already??

He was so lost in his frustration and the tingles wracking his upper body that he lost track of time, and was aggressively brought back to earth by the voice of Remus.

"Alright, nerdy wolverine, I'm getting bored. Break for me bitch!" Remus suddenly declared loudly.

Before Logan could question the declaration, Remus abandoned his agonizing dragging of claws, kneading deep, near-painful pinching motions into Logan's lower ribs.

“A-aHAHA! N-no!”

The dam broke, and laughter poured out of the logical side as he doubled over as much as he was able. Once that flood was freed, it was impossible to keep it in as his laughter flowed unbroken now.

"Wait- Wahahahait!!" Logan protested, squirming under the devilish attack on his nerves. He couldn't believe the noises coming out of his mouth. He yelped as Remus sporadically changed spots, seeming to be searching for a spot that ignited the most laughter.

Remus settled at Logan's upper ribs since he seemed to like the reactions he received there. He drilled his thumbs into the back of his ribs as he wiggled the rest of his fingers where they were. Logan jerked forward as much as he could, shoulders shaking as he tried to get away from that devastating technique, his cackling tampering of into a snort as the air seemed to be pushed from his lungs when he failed to move away.

"Holy shit, was that a snort??" Remus asked, delighted. He repeated the gesture and earned another, then another, and another, all a few seconds apart between light cackles.

“Enohohohough!” Logan whined after finally finding his words again. His entire body felt like it was fizzling like soda, and his ribs and sides were starting to feel sore from the roughness. "R-Remus PUHLEHEHEHEHEASE!" He cried out, his feet scrambling against the ground as he stamped his feet, trying to get away as those fingers found his underarms.

"No way, this is too good," Remus said delightedly.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours to the logical side as Remus continued tickling him sporadically and expertly. He kicked his feet in an attempt to get anywhere, and, finally, kicked backwards, hoping to catch Remus and end this ridiculousness.

He gasped when the tickling stopped suddenly, and his ankle was captured by a hand. He gasped for breath, taking the break to regain his composure, but it felt impossible as dread filled him when his ankle was not released.

"Remus-"

"Well, well, what do I have here?" The man hummed, ignoring Logan's call. He held him steadfastly still, showing no signs of releasing his foot. "Seems you were begging for me to switch to here, huh nerdy wolverine?"

Logan's stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies, even if that was biologically impossible. "Let me go." His foot was bare, and he knew if Remus' manic tickling moved to that spot, he was done for. "This ridiculousness has gone on long enough, you've made your point, now let me go so I can return to my work-"

"Sounds to me like someone's begging," Remus purred, sounding delighted. "Is that nervousness I see, dork?"

Logan opened his mouth to respond, but nails were suddenly scribbling up and down his soles, and Logan lost it. Roaring laughter poured from him as he yanked at his foot and scrambled with the free one for any sort of leverage.

"REHEHEHEMUS!!" He shrieked. "STOP- STOHOHOHOP STOP NOHOHOHO!"

"Oooohh good spot!" Remus declared, scribbling at the sensitive skin. "How exciting!"

The assault on his nerves was too much, it felt like his nervous system was alight with fireworks and no amount of squirming seemed to let it up. He was keenly aware of how helpless he was, and that knowledge left him in a giddy sort of panic. He couldn't handle it!

“PLEHEHEHEASE!” Logan pleaded, unable to handle the assault on his worst spot. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!” He let out another snort as his toes were pinched. “LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHO!”

“Awww, poor ticklish Logan!” Remus cooed. "Tickle tickle little nerd~ Aww, too bad I can't reach your other foot!"

Logan was hysterical under Remus' hands. He couldn't get away, he couldn't lower his arms, he couldn't free his ankle, all he could do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And laugh he did, as Remus showed no sign of stopping any time soon.

"Logan, what's with all the noise-"

Virgil froze in the doorway, hand still on the half-open door, blinking in bewilderment at the scene before him.

"What..?"

And Logan for once, damn his dignity, didn't even care, he just saw another person, a shot at freedom, and he'd grasp for it.

"V-VIRHIRHIR-VIRGIHIHIL!! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! HEHEHELP!!" Logan cried out between his shrieks, shaking his head like his life depended on it.

Virgil snapped out of his shocked daze and stomped forward. His cheeks were pink, eyes still wide, but his voice was stern as he shouted, "Remus!! Drop him!"

Remus rolled his eyes, grinning at the emo side. "Ohhhh~ So commanding, Virgey," he drawled, and Virgil cringed. He shook it off, though, and stepped forward, crossing his arms.

"I said. Drop. Him. He's done, Remus, now back off," Virgil reiterated, voice still raised to be heard over Logan's hysterics, though it was tappering off into fits of silent laughter by now.

"Aww, you're no fun," Remus pouted, but sighed dramatically and obeyed, stepping away from Logan at last and letting his arms and foot go. Logan collapsed to his hands and knees, one arm clasped over his stomach, gasping in greedy gulps of air as giggles and titters continued to flow from him.

"Thanks for playing with me, teach~!" Remus sing-songed, grinning from ear to ear. "I had a lot of fun! Can't wait to do this again sometime, ohhh, maybe with some fun toys next time! I'll let Tickle-Me-Emo take it from here." And with that, Remus strolled out of the room and shut the door loudly behind himself.

Virgil glared after Remus before closing the distance between himself and the panting side on the floor. Logan's giggling had finally died down, face still flushed as he shoved up his glasses and wiped the mirthful tears that had gathered in his eyes with his sleeve.

"You okay, Lo?"

"F-Fine," Logan replied, voice still slightly pitched and a little sore from his previous hysterics. He felt an awkward hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off after a second for both their sakes, too overstimulated and knowing Virgil was anxious and not sure what to do. "Quite fine, thank you, Virgil."

There was a moment in silence as Logan briefly considered sinking into the floor, not to transfer positions, but to simply stop existing. Then he could hear shuffling as Virgil crouched next to him, and he hesitantly looked up as a bottle of water was offered to him, Virgil's awkward, embarrassed smile greeting him.

Logan took the offering, thankful, and he didn't protest and Virgil removed his glasses from his head and busied himself with cleaning them while Logan drank.

"So... You're ticklish?" Virgil spoke up after a moment, and there was a teasing to his tone. The warmth in Logan's face quickly returned from where it'd started to fade, and he ducked his head with a quiet groan.

"Unfortunately," he grumbled. "It makes sense, we're all a part of Thomas, but still."

Patton was doing his usual weekend task of sweeping the kitchen floor. He had cute cat headphones on, and was dancing around the kitchen while picking up the dust with the broom. 

🎶“Ooo-oo-ooa! Go totally crazyyy! Forgot I’m a ladyyy! Men’s shirts, short skirts, Whoo-oo-ooa! Really go wild, yeah, doooin’ iiit iiin style!”🎶 

Patton switched to whistling as he kneeled down to pick up the dirt with the dustpan. With the dirt in the dustpan, Patton stood up and walked towards the garbage under the sink. 

He opened up the door under the sink, and started to pull out the garbage…

Suddenly a flash of green filled his eyes! “PEEK-A-BOO!” 

Patton screamed and dropped the dustpan, falling backwards onto his butt. “Owww…” Patton rubbed his back and glared at the garbage. “Remus!” 

Remus was clapping his hands, just celebrating the reaction. He took some of the dust from the pan, and held his hand out flat. “Smokescreen!” He suddenly blew the dust into Patton’s face! 

Patton screeched and started waving his hands everywhere. “HEY!” He spit and coughed as he tried to get the stupid dust away from him. “You’re disgusting!” 

Remus giggled and leaned against the corner of the garbage bin. “Oh boo hoo…Poor Patty dropped the dust all over the floor! Whatever will he do?” Remus teased in a passive aggressive tone. He expected Patton to cry like a baby, or pout like a child. Or maybe even grumble like an angry puppy. 

But a whack to the head with the dustpan? 

That was so far down his list! 

“OW!” Remus held his forehead, and stared at Patton with a deranged look of shock. “What the f***?!” 

“Clean it up!” Patton shouted. 

Remus’s shock slowly turned sly again. “Aaa ha ha…No.” He responded. 

“Clean. It. Up.” Patton warned again. 

Remus just laughed. “Or what? You’ll hit my poor little head again?” He taunted. 

…A single swing of the dustpan touched down on his cheek, sounding more like a slap than a proper hit. And good lord…That one stung. 

“Oooww…Who died and crowned you the royal bastard?” Remus grumbled. 

“Your mom! Now CLEAN UP!” Patton shouted at him. 

Remus stared at Patton for a few seconds…before slowly bursting out into laughter. He clutched his stomach, letting out the most genuine, yet deranged laughter he had hiding in his system. He was laughing so hard, in fact, that he accidentally flew back and knocked the garbage bin, and himself, onto the ground. “HOHOLY SHIT! And I thought it was never possible to get you mad!” Remus reacted. 

“Ohoho, I’m not mad…” Patton let him know, lifting his chin as he adjusted his smirk. 

Remus smiled innocently. “Oh great! Looks like I can keep pulling these-” 

“I’m livid.” Patton interrupted. 

Remus’s smile slowly dropped as his brain started registering his face. That wasn’t a calm smile…That was an evil, mischievous smile! “Well…Ain’t this something?” Remus said in a cowboy accent. 

“Clean it up!” Patton ordered, pointing to the garbage can. 

“No can do, sunshine.” Remus teased. 

“CLEAN IT!” Patton shouted. 

“No need to yell, I heard you the first time.” Remus reassured him rather casually. 

“IT’S YOUR MESS!” 

“.....And?” Remus laughed a bit. “Wha- You expect me…To clean up dirty things?” Remus giggled. “Patty please…” He pointed to his own clothes. “Do I look like a maid to you?” Remus teased. 

“I don’t care! You made the mess, you clean it!” Patton ordered. 

“Or what?” Remus stuck his tongue out. 

“Or I’ll make you!” Patton ordered. 

Remus laughed a little too hard at that. “Ohoho, you’ll make me?” He let out a giggly sigh. “I’d like to see you try.” 

Patton widened his eyes. Oh…So he’s gonna be like that, huh? Alright, game on! 

Without any warning, Patton sprinted at Remus. What was he intending to do? Remus had no clue! But regardless, Remus was too cunning and flexible to let Patton get what he wanted! If you’re gonna play rough with Remus, you have to earn your win. 

And so, Remus slipped out of the way, leaving Patton struggling to stop himself. “Oopsie!” Remus teased. 

“You little-” Patton turned to him. “GET OVER HERE!” Patton shouted. 

“Oooh! A Mortal Combat reference? I’m impressed!” Remus teased. 

“I told you…to clean the mess YOU MADE! And would you listen to me? NO!” Patton shouted. 

“Well, yeah! I’m the stinky man!” Remus declared. Right as Patton sprinted up to him, Remus grabbed his arm and pulled him into his chest. “And I’m thinking Mr. Grumpy here…” Remus roughly threw him to the carpet. “-Needs some anger management therapy.” 

Remus lifted up Patton’s shirt slightly to access his bare belly. The moment Patton felt it, he froze and squirmed. “Remus, NO!” Patton shouted. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” He argued. 

“Oh don’t you worry, sweetcheeks…I won’t touch you.” Remus reassured him. 

“Then what are you doing right now?!” Patton signalled to his stomach, which was clearly being touched. 

“Oh, that’s easy!” Remus’s fingers started skittering. “I’m tickling you!” He declared. 

Patton did NOT anticipate the tickles at all! He immediately guffawed and covered his mouth. “NOHO! REMUS, DON’T YOU DARE-” Patton stern words immediately dissolved into high-pitched laughter the moment his belly button was gently clawed at. 

“Don’t I dare, what? What is it I mustn’t dare do, Papa?” Remus asked. 

“DOHOHON’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” Patton wiggled and squirmed as laughter kept endlessly spilling from his mouth. 

“Ohohoho, but I DO dare! I dare to tickle you a million times over! Cause as Roman would say…” Remus smirked and scratched at Patton’s lower belly. “Laughter is the best medicine!” 

Patton squealed and snorted, cackling between snorts. That was one of his worst spots! Patton tried his hardest to push Remus’s hands off him. But either this stinky man works out in his spare time, or Patton’s arms are getting weaker the older he gets! 

Because Remus? He is STRONG! Like, uncharacteristically strong! I suppose stinky doesn’t mean lazy, but still! Where did all this strength come from?! 

“Hmmm…The wheel seems to be turning, but…” Remus giggled and traced a finger close to Pat’s left side. “The hamster appears to be dead.” Remus playfully remarked. 

REHEHEHEMUHUHUS! HAHAHAHA- PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” Patton begged. 

“Oh wow! Is the therapy helping you?!” Remus asked excitedly. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Patton shouted back with the best stern face he could muster.

“Welp-” Remus resumed tickling his entire belly with both his hands. “I guess I gotta keep going until it works!” 

Patton threw his head back with a long, almost freeing fit of cackles. As much as Patton was angry before, now he couldn’t even be mad, even if he tried! And the longer Remus kept tickling him, the less angry he felt! And Patton couldn’t tell if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. On one hand, he never expected this from Remus, of all people. But on the other hand…He was a little bit impressed! Remus may be the stinky, dirty side, but…He knew how to deal with Patton in the right way. 

“Is it helping yet?” Remus asked playfully. 

“Hahahaha- Ahaha lihittle…” Patton muttered. 

Remus gasped dramatically. “It’s working?!” Remus asked excitedly. 

“Hehe- Hahahaha! Y-Yehehehess!” Patton responded. 

“Well daaaamn! That was quicker than I thought!” Remus reacted, lessening the tickles. “I guess you really ARE the Dad of the group!” Remus teased. 

Patton’s loud laughter lessened to giddy, high-pitched giggles. “Yohohohou ahare- Hehehe! Aha daharedevil!” Patton said through the giggles. 

“Ooooh!” Remus stopped tickling him and leaned on both his hands. “Soooo…Are you saying my dare was a good thing now?” 

Patton nodded his head and looked at him. Patton’s smile slowly softened as he recovered from the giggles. “Yeheah…I guess.” 

“You guess?” Remus smirked and squeezed his sides a few times. “What do you mean ‘you guess’?” Remus asked. 

“eeEEHEHEhehehee! Rehehemus stahap!” Patton told him, gently grabbing his wrists. 

“Okay, fine.” Remus stopped and stared at him for a few minutes. “Feeling less murder-y?” 

Patton sighed. “Would you be mad if I said ‘yes’?” He asked. 

“Oh god no! That’s my job!” Remus helped Patton up onto his feet. “And since you impressed me with your stern parenting…” Remus reached down and picked up the broom. “I will clean up the garbage.” Remus told him. 

Patton widened his eyes at him and adjusted his glasses. “You will?” 

“Yeah! So long as you continue blasting Shania Twink.” Remus teased with a wink. 

Patton raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He opened his phone and opened up Spotify. “And it’s Shania Twain.” He turned on the song from before. 

🎶Whoo-oo-ooa! I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feeellll…🎶

Remus grinned, stepping closer. “You don’t want me to let you go~?”

He circled his wiggly lee, teasing pokes drawing out little squeaks as he tried to figure out where he wanted to start.

“Oh just get on with it!” Virgil demanded.

Remus was behind him now, and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting both hands on the little strip of exposed belly. Virgil gasped and squirmed.

But before he could properly start, there was one thing Remus needed to know. He was impatient though, tracing lightly on the soft belly.

He leaned in, letting his mustache tickle against Virgil’s neck and ear. “How many laughs do I get to hear~?” He asked. “Giggles and snorts, or big belly laughs, or do I get even the shrieky crazy laughs?”

Virgil squirmed and kicked, halfway to giggles already.

Remus worked his hands under Virgil’s shirt, where they could reach even more of his extremely ticklish tummy. He nuzzled against the back of Virgil’s neck. “Well~?”

Virgil was already all giggly and squirmy and Remus had barely done anything! “Nohot quite crahazy… but lohots.”

Finally free to tickle, Remus started scribbling all over Virgil’s jiggling belly. Virgil burst into laughter, kicking his feet and trying to swing back and forth. Remus kept happily nuzzling at Virgil’s neck, his arms around him making sure he didn’t get far away from Remus’s fingers. Laughing Virgil was best Virgil, by far.

“I wonder how long I can keep you here,” Remus mused, one hand wandering to scribble little circles around Virgil’s bellybutton. “All laughing and all mine~ Mine to tickle and tease alllll I like~”

“It tihihickles so bahahahad there!” Virgil laughed, kicking harder.

But Remus noticed he only kicked forward. If he kicked back he’d get Remus in the shins, but other than what seemed accident, he hadn’t even tried to.

“Then I should focus there more~ shouldn’t I~?”

Remus squeezed Virgil’s hip with his other hand, getting a very satisfyingly loud squeak.

Virgil shook his head, laughing too fast to answer as Remus’s fingers sped up and circled closer to his most ticklish spot.

“Oh but I love tickling there~” Remus complained, scribbling around and around and around, but not closer.

Virgil snorted and laughed, kicking and squirming as if he could escape Remus’s skilled fingers.

Remus put his other hand up Virgil’s shirt to tickle his exposed armpit.

Virgil squealed as Remus’s fingers started wiggling. “Nohohohot bohoth!”

“Why not~?” Remus teased.

“Plehehehease! Tickles so bahahad!”

He decided to have mercy on his shadowling. Besides, if he wanted lots of laughs, he’d have to let them be a bit lighter at the beginning. He left the button temporarily, scribbling light and fast in both armpits to make Virgil laugh so fast it all came out in snorts.