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"Another day at the most magical place on Earth." Roman said as he and Virgil walked to work.

"It's not the parks, Roman. It's a stupid retail store in a mall." Virgil said gruffly. It was true. Their destination was a crappy old Disney store in a half-empty mall.

"But it's Disney, Virgil. Disney! Aside from working at the actual parks, how could this get better?" Roman almost sang the last sentence, as if this retail job was a magical blessing for them.

"They could pay us more than nine dollars an hour, for starters."

"Oh, come now, Drab and Dreary. Why would you apply if you didn't love the magic at least a little?"

Virgil shrugged. "Cause I get to work with my partner instead of a bunch of strangers."

Roman clicked his tongue and let out a soft "Aw."

Virgil rolled his eyes as the two stepped into the store. It was relatively empty with just a few groups of customers checking out their massive selection of over-priced goods. Just as they were clocking in at the register their manager stepped out of the backroom with a smile.

"Hey, kiddos. Just letting you know, we have a very exciting event today!"

Virgil sighed. An 'event' at work was never good. All he wanted was a normal day. Even better would be a dead day where no one came in and he'd just get to talk with his boyfriend as they stocked shelves. But it was a Saturday, so no dice on it being empty. And now an event? Fucking fantastic...

"Greetings, Patton! What special event is it today?" Roman replied cheerily as always. Normally his sunshine-y disposition was comforting to Virgil. All times except at work. Customer service turned Virgil from a stormy snarky emo into a people-loathing ball of fury.

"In celebration of the live action Lilo and Stitch coming out, Stitch will be making an appearance at our store!"

While Roman gasped in delight while Virgil narrowed his eyes.

"Who's going to be Stitch?" Virgil asked.

"Whoever wants to be!" Patton said.

Roman immediately shot his hand in the air. "Me! Me! Pick me!"

Patton laughed and pointed. "I pick Roman!" He smiled wide as Roman pumped his fist in victory. "Virgil can you go help him put it on while I man the front counter?"

Virgil shrugged, liking the idea of hanging in the back with Roman instead of being where customers were.

"The costume's in a duffle bag behind the plush shelf. If you need help don't hesitate to grab me!"

Roman led the way with an extra pep in his stride with Virgil following behind him.

As they stepped into the stock room Roman quickly located the duffle bag and dug through it, quickly finding the costume and holding it up.

It was a massive stitch head that looked pretty accurate to the show with a fluffy body suit hanging from it.

"Oh. My. STARS! It's so cute! And fluffy!"

Virgil snickered at his enthusiasm but his smile quickly dropped to a frown. "Hold that up so the bottom is just touching the ground."

Roman did as he was told and he noticed it too.

The very top of Stitch's head barely reached Roman's ear. There was no way six foot two Roman was going to fit in that.

"Oh, for goodness sake. I get the chance to be an actual Disney character at a Disney location and I'm too flippin' tall!"

Virgil groaned. "I'll grab Patton."

Within five minutes Patton was now staring at the same predicament in the stock room as Roman and Virgil.

"Well, now, the solution's easy!"

"It is?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, Virgil will wear it!"

"What?!" Virgil half-shouted.

"Easy, kiddo. It's simple! Roman will help you get in it. He'll guide you around the store. You'll give out high-fives and hugs. You don't talk at all. Easy!"

Roman sighed dramatically. "Fiiiiiine. If I can't be cute and fluffy, I'll watch my dear boyfriend be cute and fluffy for me."

"Oh, bite me."

"C'mon, Virge." Patton whined. "Remy's out sick and as the manager on duty I need to be able to work the computers and talk to customers. You're our only hope!"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Oh, good. Thanks, kiddo. See you on the floor!" Patton waved and left the backroom, leaving the couple alone in the back with a Stitch costume.

"Well, Scaramore? Ready to embody Ohana?" Roman said, holding up the suit.

"Do you even know how to get that thing on?"

"I've worn many a costume in my years of theater. I'm sure I can figure it out!" Roman examined the Disney-ified fursuit with a raised eyebrow while Virgil took off his jacket and threw it on the nearby desk, figuring it'd be hot enough in the suit without the jackets help. Thankfully underneath he just had a tank top which was cooler than his usual sweater or long sleeve.

Roman pulled the body while holding the head and the two came apart. The head had two loops hanging from the bottom which the neck of the suit had been stretched around.

"Okay, so, I'm pretty sure these go around your arms. You'll step into the back of the suit when we unzip it, then you put on the head, then the paws."

Roman set the suit and head down and dug through the bag again. "Here's the foot paws." He stood up with said costume item in hand. "They go over your foot and strap onto the bottom. I don't think your boots are gonna fit so take those off."

"Great. Walking around a dirty mall store in just my socks. Wonderful." Virgil groused as he started unzipping his boots.

"Tell that raincloud above your head to move it. You love theater and acting! You may hate the spotlight, but you're not in the spotlight. You're under a giant character mask. You don't even have to smile!" Roman rambled as he continued to examine the costume.

Virgil slid off his footwear and stepped onto the cool tile in his dark purple socks. "Okay, fair point. I can deal with little kids and scowl the whole time and they don't even know."

"There you go!" Roman grabbed the body suit and unzipped the back. "Just step inside and then we'll put on the head."

Virgil grabbed onto Roman's shoulder to steady himself as he stepped into the thick fluffy costume. Roman then helped him shimmy it up his body up to his ribs.

"Now before you put on the sleeves we put on the head and do the straps under your arms." Roman grabbed the mascot head and raised it high. "Sit down on the chair so I may properly gift you your crown."

"Getting to sit at a retail job? Hallelujah." Virgil smirked and sat as he was told.

"Here we go!" Roman slowly lowered the head onto Virgil.

Virgil watched as the world darkened and his peripheral vision disappeared, now staring through two dim eye holes.

"Smells like vinegar in here."

"Vinegar? That's a new one."

Virgil shrugged.

"Raise your arms." Again, Virgil did as he was told.

It was all going well and good, getting into a Disney fursuit, until Roman's fingers swiped at his underarms.

Virgil sharply inhaled and flinched away purely by instinct. Fuuuuck that.

"Virgil? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Princey. Just be careful."

"Are you hurt?" Roman asked and, annoyingly, decided to prod the area very soflty.

Virgil violently jolted away from the touch and shouted. "Just put the fucking straps on!"

"Well that's what I was trying to do when you decided to be a big baby about it." Roman lightly tugged on the straps in his hands, thus yanking on the head of the suit. "Here, let's try again." This time his fingers were so insanely delicate as they wrapped the tight straps around his armpits that Virgil couldn't help the noise that escaped his lips.

Roman paused in the middle of his attempt, his fingers still in his pits. "Was that a laugh?"

Virgil was gritting his teeth trying to pull himself together. "No." He winced at the crack in his voice.

There was long terrifying pause.

"Viiiiiiirgil..." Roman wiggled his fingers and Virgil snorted.

"Juhust get thehe fuhucking straps on!"

Roman broke up into a fit of laughter. "You're ticklish. This is tickling you. That's priceless! Old dark and broody over here is tiiiiiicklish~" Roman's fingers picked up their pace, now prodding and fluttering at the sensitive flesh. Virgil's arms shot to his side and he couldn't help but crack up into helpless laughter.

"B-Bahahahastard! Fuhuhuhuck OHOHOFF!"

He couldn't see much, but he could FEEL Roman's shit-eating grin beaming at his expense.

"Tickle tickle tickle-me-emo!" He purred. Virgil felt his face go hot, and not just because the mascot head was warming up.

"Shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck uhuhuhup!"

Roman snickered. "You sound the opposite of intimidating. You've got the laugh of a little kid. It's adorable!"

Virgil shot his hands up, gripped Roman's wrists with as much might as he could muster, and pried them from his underarms.

"Alright, fine. We do need to get this costume on." Roman laughed as Virgil took a few deep breaths to smother the last of the giggling.

"I will end you." Virgil glared up at Roman but he couldn't see him past the cartoon alien head.

"Now, raise your arms."

"You're gonna tickle me again!"

Roman chuckled. "No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"If you keep arguing with me I will tickle you again. Just raise your arms, you whiny baby!"

Virgil growled and raised his arms.

As soon as Roman started looping one of the straps under his arm, they slammed down to his side again.

Roman busted up laughing. "Virgil, I swear I'm not trying to tickle you this time."

"Bullshit!"

"I swear to Zeus! Raise them back up."

Virgil groaned loudly.

"If you bring them down again I will tickle the crap out of you."

"Shuuuuut the fuck up." Virgil groaned even louder to a comical degree.

Roman held the straps on his shoulders. "I'm going to loop these around your arms. You are going to KEEP your arms up until I'm done. Alright?"

"Just fucking do it."

Roman quickly wrapped the loops around Virgil's arms successfully! Right before the arms came crashing down. Well, as down as they could be. The straps actually held Virgil's arms up halfway.

"I told you to keep them up!"

"Whatever! They're done, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but I'm not done with you." Roman snickered and began wiggling his fingers up and down Virgil's ribs and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" He cooed in a babyish voice.

Virgil exploded into loud hiccupy laughter. "ROHOHO! Yohohou DIHIHICK!" He jolted side to side, and, horrifyingly, found that he couldn't lower his arms enough to fight off the offending fingers. That coupled with the fact that he couldn't even see the damn fingers attacking him made everything waaaay worse. "STAHAHAHAPPIT!"

"Aaaaand... release!" Roman raised his hands, releasing Virgil from the ticklish sensations.

Virgil panted and tried to rub the remaining tingling away but couldn't!

"I am... going... to KILL YOU!"

"You don't mean that." Roman raised and kissed Virgil's hand and Virgil only forgave him a little bit.

"Fucking watch me."

"Alright, alright." Roman said dismissively. "Now stand up so I can zip up the back."

"No more tickling while I'm trying to get in the fucking costume, okay?" Virgil snapped.

Roman stepped directly in front of the stitch head and stared into the eye holes so Virgil could actually see him. "I promise not to tickle you anymore today while trying to get you into the costume."

Virgil supposed that would do. Roman didn't break promises.

"Alright." Virgil stood. "Zip me up, Princey."

"With pleasure, my dear."

As said, Roman zipped him up and put on his hand paws with no more tickling. Virgil actually let himself relax.

Then came the foot paws.

"Give me your foot." Roman had taken a knee and had in his hand one of the giant foot paws. Virgil begrudgingly acquiesced and gave him his foot. As soon as Roman held it, his fingers gently resting on his sole, he jerked back as much as the costume would allow.

Roman laughed. "As I promised I'm not intentionally tickling you."

"You promised not to tickle me at all. Purposeful or accidental."

"It's not my fault you're so damn ticklish!"

Virgil gave a hilariously over dramatic groan, trying to cover up his embarrassment. "Just be careful, dammit!"

"I am TRYING."

Roman grabbed the edges of the foot paw and quickly slid it over Virgil's foot, only tickling him a little bit, which was still enough to garner a squeak.

"One more paw and you're fully ready to get out there."

"Thank god."

One more quick slide of the paw and one more snicker and the costume was on!

Roman stepped back and admired it all. "I can't believe Stitch himself is blessing our store with his presence."

Only for Roman would Virgil ever do this...

"Ohana means family." Virgil said gruffly. Roman positively BEAMED. "Family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten."

Roman squealed and pulled Virgil in for a giant hug. "That was adorable!" Roman made another squeal of delight. "This is the best day of my life."

"Don't get used to it."

Roman pulled away and grabbed Virgil's hand. "Now let's get out there and meet some guests."

As Virgil was guided through the hall leading to the sales floor, he understood why he needed someone holding his hand. He couldn't see shit.

When they were on the floor he rarely saw a kid before Roman pointed them out. He'd see a small circle of the area with people passing him by and hear something like. "Hello there! Do you want to get a picture with Stitch?"

Virgil would crouch down and search for the child, find them, and offer a high-five or hug. Then pose with the kid for pics.

It was indeed hot in the suit. He was starting to sweat with all the fur and insultation as they walked around and interacted with guests.

After Stitch's allotted time and after Virgil's feet with no support started to ache standing and walking on hardwood, Patton let everyone know that Stitch was leaving for now and to say goodbye to him. Virgil waved silently and was led back to the backroom.

"You did amazingly, Stormcloud. How was it? Did you have fun?" Roman asked as he led him to the stock room.

"Not the worst way to spend a shift. And I got paid for it, so, that's nice."

"Wonderful. Now for our next order of business." Roman unzipped Virgil's back, pulled off his hand paws, and pulled the body suit to around his waist. Virgil then sat in the chair, ready for the head to be removed as Roman moved in front of him.

"I can't wait to be out of this th- HEY!" Virgil yelped as Roman fluttered his fingers at his exposed pits.

"What's the matter?" Roman snickered.

"You promised-"

"I promised not to tickle you while you were getting IN the suit. I said nothing about getting out."

"You motherfucker I swear-" Virgil was cut off when Roman started tickling every inch of him he had access to, his underarms, his ribs, his sides... "Ihihihih'm gohohohonna kihihihill yohohohohou!"

"So you've said."

It didn't take long for Romans tickling fingers to find Virgil's belly.

Virgil absolutely HOWLED with laughter as soon as Roman attacked it.

"Ohoho! Did I find your tickle spot?" Roman teased.

Virgil was going insane. Sure, the tickling itself was bad, with embarrassingly hysterical laughter being punched from his gut with every breath, but his inability to defend himself even a little or even fucking SEE the tickling was driving him nuts. All he could do was thrash in the chair he was practically being straddled in.

And when Roman's hand slipped under his shirt and a finger dipped into his navel, Virgil SHRIEKED.

"CRAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAPPIT!"

"Why would I? You seem like you're having fun. I know you're smiling under there!"

"FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!"

In the hall, a door opened with a squeak.

"Kiddos?"

The tickling sensations stopped.

"I don't know what's going on back here but can you please not scream? Me and a couple customers were worried."

Oh god.

"Sorry. Virgil's just so ticklish it's hard to get him out of costume."

Oh Virgil was MORTIFIED.

Virgil stomped his foot hard on Roman's toes.

"OW! What the Hell was that for?"

"For tickling me, you ass!"

Patton broke up a fit of giggles. "You guys were having a tickle fight?"

Virgil's face was burning and he was so glad it was covered.

"A very one-sided fight, yes." Roman agreed.

"Okay, kiddos. Just keep it down, and do get him out of the costume soon. I expect traffic to pick up a bit." Patton chuckled and left. As soon as the door opened and shut Virgil punched Roman in the shoulder.

"Ow! Oh, you're asking for it now."

Virgil held up his hands. "We're supposed to be quiet!"

"Guess you'll just have to stay quiet cause we're not done. You still have foot paws to take off." Roman said smugly. "But, first. I need to see your smiling face."

Virgil glared, though he knew his boyfriend couldn't see it.

"Which means..." Roman tapped his finger at Virgil's underarm.

Virgil let out a reluctant whine causing Roman to chuckle in amusement.

"You can take it." He said and grabbed the velcro part of the straps. "Ready?"

"No!"

"Too bad."

Roman didn't even pretend he wasn't trying to tickle him. That bastard took his sweet ass time pulling the straps around his armpits while skittering his free fingers at the exposed skin.

Virgil's core was starting to ache from laughter and it was getting on his nerves.

"There!" Roman raised his hands and Let Virgil slam his arms down ot his sides and catch his breath. "Now let's see that pretty face."

Virgil would've given anything to have pulled himself together to give Roman the mother of all scowls.

Instead Roman got to see his burning face with a shaky wobbly smile plastered over it.

"Awwww, there he is."

"Your days are numbered."

"You know, Stitch still has to get his foot paws off."

Virgil narrowed his eyes.

Roman did the same.

The two were still.

Then they both launched for Virgil's feet. Roman grabbed one, yanked it close, and began spidering his fingers at the socked sole underneath the paw. Virgil immediately fell out of the chair cackling.

"Shhhhh. Don't wanna scare the customers do we?" Roman cooed.

Virgil instantly slammed a hand over his mouth, trying desperately to smother his never-ending hysterical laughter as he pounded the floor with his free hand.

"Tickle tickle, my dear. I just want you to know..." Roman leaned in close to his partner's ear. "I am NEVER letting this go."

"Stohohohohop! P-PLEHEHEHEHEASE AHAHAHAHA!"

And his foot was released. Virgil yanked his foot back and reached down to rub his sole. The bodysuit around his waist and foot paws made it difficult but he was desperate enough to make it work.

"Alright, Captain Giggles, let's get you out of the suit for real." Roman gripped the two paws and yanked them off with one swift motion.

"I'll take it from here!" Virgil growled.

Roman laughed and stood back with his hands up in a mock surrender. Virgil shakily stood up and shimmied the suit off his body.

Finally. Fucking finally. He was completely out of the damn suit.

"You!" Virgil turned and pointed at his partner with a snarl. "You are so dead."

"Aw, come now. Don't pretend you didn't have fun."

"In no fucking universe was that fun."

"Psh. You love it when we mess with each other." Roman jabbed a finger at Virgil's chest. "And I know you. I know when you're serious and when you're playing. That was play fighting. Don't pretend I'm wrong. I know I'm right."

Virgil scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

The two were alerted with a squeaking open and close of a door.

"You kiddos about finished? We got a bit of a rush." Patton entered. "Oh, and I hope you had fun, Virgil. Cause Stitch has three more appearances today! Roman will you help Virgil get dressed again in about an hour?"

The two looked at each other. One with fear, One with absolute delight.

Roman was going to regret his misdeeds. He just didn't know it yet. Only Virgil did, because on that specific day Roman's misdeeds included dragging his snug and sleepy little brother outside in a fucking snowy setting. For a fucking snowball fignt, as if they never fought indoors. Making his toes numb, making his breath steam like a dragon's.

The worst thing about this snow was that it didn't show their footprints. Virgil squinted over his shoulder. The air was still and thick with anticipation, not disturbed by so much as a sigh, but he knew his usually noisy mindmate was close.

- I'm gonna make you eat snow! – He roared the first thing that came to his mind, because Logan wasn't around to say this wouldn't be nutritious.

Just like he expected, Roman couldn't resist responding and giving him directions.

- I'm gonna give you a snow bath! That might make you stink less.

Such an insinuation from Remus' twin wasn't anything Virgil was willing to swallow. He narrowed his eyes against the glaring snow as his fingers tightened on the snowball he was holding. It could have been lumpier than any of the royal perfectionist's, but he wouldn't know that before it's shattered against his face.

With his best battle cry, Virgil leaped over the snowdrift that was making his sixth sense tingle. To save him from looking stupid, Roman was indeed curled up there, perfectly camouflaged EXCEPT for his ridiculous red hat. He didn't even get on his feet before Virgil shoved him into the snowdrift without holding back. What else are brothers for?

- Can you believe I did it with one hand? – the emo scoffed, still taking a few cautious hops away as his other hand still held the snowball.

- You little!.. – the man in white bellowed with snow flying off his fluffy hat as he struggled to pull himself out. Although it was hard to take him seriously like this, Virgil didn't stay around to hear the rest of the sentence.

Roman wouldn't admit it of course, but it dawned on him very soon that he should not have challenged Virgil. Being the smallest yet fastest side made him a nearly impossible target, and damn, someone taught him to throw hard... Roman inhaled the frost with a whistling noise as he was struck by a physically painful reminder of Remus.

- ...brat! – he sputtered while Virgil laughed in the distance. After the prince blinked the pain away, there was no one in sight.

Alright, he still had a chance. This emo was used to skulking in dark environments. Which, well, was not the case right now.

Panting with a snowball in each hand, Roman was crouching through the leafless scenery. Where... did... he... go?

- Stormcloud... Don't be a coward... – the prince called, willing the teasy lilt into his voice that usually came naturally. He paused at a faint crack overhead. Of COURSE! The trees!

He didn't have a counter plan, he just looked up against his better judgement.

Virgil had another talent. Playing with reflexes.

The crack was followed by as much snow as an average branch could fit crashing down on Roman, chilling him from head to toe and blinding him once more. The last thing he saw was a small yet ominous figure on another branch.

- What the HELL! – Roman cried, shaking the stinging mass away. – Don't you EVER get tired?

- I'm nearly falling asleep here! – Virgil shouted back in that voice which made it difficult to know if he was being sarcastic. – Now are you gonna surrender or what?!

***

Revenge.

The seven letters kept pulsing in Roman's head even as he came inside and snapped into dry clothes. Even as Virgil boiled some water and handed him a cup. Even as they sat by the bar counter and drank their tea together. Maybe because his muscles still ached, or because every look Virgil gave him was a smug one. Still, whatever prank came to his mind in the meantime was either too cruel or more aggravating than humbling.

His body being uncomfortable wasn't helping. He pulled one hand from where it was warming up on his cup to rub his flank.

- Dude, you actually gave me bruises.

- What do you wan' me to do, kiss them better? – Virgil shrugged. – You would've been as tough as me if no one went easy on you.

The prince didn't let himself feel bad for him, in favor of acknowledging the implication that Roman couldn't win fairly. Virgil brushed past him to carelessly drop their mugs in the kitchen sink.

- Come on now, loser, you owe me cuddles.

It didn't click after this phrase. Not even after Roman closed Virgil's door from the inside and flopped onto his bed. But when Virgil lay down as well, so stunningly peaceful in contrast to his own self on the battlefield, the dragon turning into a domestic skink...

His eyes were closed, unaware of Roman's narrowing dangerously. When he shifted closer and put his arms around Roman's neck, the prince didn't object. A few seconds passed quietly, if only because the taller side allowed them to. Then, he started to spider his hand around the other's back, avoiding rubs that would relax Virgil further. The emo whined in protest (he would've surely described it as humming, but Roman knew better).

- Mm, no. I'm gonna sleep.

- Mm, yes. I'm gonna keep you awake some more, actually, – Roman mocked, leading his hand down to Virgil's side.

He wished he could take a picture of his brother's face when the realization struck. He wished he could save the startled squeak when he snuck under Virgil's sweater for a little squeeze.

- FUCK! No! COLD!

Roman laughed heartily, certain it wouldn't be long until Virgil would join in. He wasn't even speaking in full sentences anymore!

- Uh oh! Where is your toughness now? – Roman proceeded in spite of Virgil's own hands trying to force him out, giving another squeeze.

Right on the belly.

- SHIHIHI-HIHIT! – Virgil arched his back, his laughter breaking out with gasps and snorts. It seemed he was actually tired after their game though, because his struggling was only growing weaker. Much weaker than Roman knew he was capable of.

- Can you believe I did it with one hand? – he smirked, moving again to prod Virgil's ribs. It led to another snort right in his ear. Outrageously adorable.

He lowered his head to the point he was practically lying on top of Virgil and could whisper in his ear.

- Imagine what two could do...

His hands spread over Virgil's upper body, digging into the sensitive skin they found everywhere. Any strategy he had in mind was abandoned as he just tickled and tickled.

In turn, Virgil abandoned his attempts to defend himself, covering his face instead. Since this probably counted for capitulation, Roman only kept going for a minute. Alright, two. It's not like Virgil ever bothered to throw an insult or say “stop”.

Once Roman decided to be merciful, Virgil removed his hands from his eyes but didn't open them, not even when the prince summoned a glass of water and put it to the other's lips. Not even when Roman curled around him again, soaking in the quiet leftover laughter. His frantic breaths soon turned into soft sleepy ones. He was warm, giggly, thoroughly red, and Roman loved him this way.

The prince hid his nose in his brother's neck to keep it warm during their nap.

- Sleep tight, little skink.

~~~

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."

It was Virgil and Roman’s 6 year anniversary of being boyfriends. They’d started dating in 2019, after finally getting along.

Since it was their anniversary, Roman wanted to do something special. So he did what he normally does and was extra about it.

He had bought this beautiful red velvet dress that wasn’t too tight or too flowy, that gathered at the chest and tapered at the bottom. Along with some fancy black heels with red on the bottoms, and a nice matte lipstick.

Virgil however was not privy to all of this, it was a surprise that Roman was planning for him. He knows Virgil how never seen him in a dress, well, other than that one time. But that was more for himself.

What Roman doesn’t know about Virgil is the reason why he’s never seen Roman in a dress. He’s too scared.

Virgil’s scared to see Roman in a dress because in his mind ‘Roman is absolutely gorgeous, why would I not be scared?!’

So it’s never happened, until today. Virgil came down stairs to see the living room and kitchen spotless. He even smelled freshly baked brownies. (Virgil’s favorite)

Virgil walked out into the kitchen only to see Roman in a red dress with heels and lipstick on with an apron over top. Virgil swore he’d seen Marlyn Monroe.

“Oh, Virgil! There you are, I wa just about to call you down to tell you I made brownies.” Roman said turning to Virgil and taking off the apron. Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off of Roman.

“What’s wrong? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost… everything ok?” Virgil fixed his expression back to normal. “C-couldn’t be better.” His voice cracked a bit.

Virgil reached around Roman to take a brownie but Roman grabbed his wrist. “They’re still hot, love. You have to wait.” Virgil looked up at Roman’s eyes and got pink from the pet name.

Roman took both of Virgil’s hands into his and went in for a kiss. Virgil closed his eyes as he embraced it, locking lips with his boyfriend. They broke the passionate kiss and Roman guided Virgil onto the couch.

Virgil couldn’t process what was happening and sat on the couch as Roman brought Virgil in to snuggle at his side, with one arm over Virgil’s shoulder.

Virgil instinctively laid his hand on Roman’s chest but felt it was bare and pulled away, looking Roman up and down.

“What is it, honey? Why’re you staring at me?” Virgil froze, staring at Roman’s eyes as he got more flush. Roman saw his rosy cheeks and it clicked.

“Ohh… I get it. You’re flustered by my new look, aren’t you?~” Roman asked in a teasy tone. As Virgil just sat there, and looked away flush getting brighter.

“It’s ok. I think it’s cute~” Virgil sharply inhaled at that and covered his face, sinking into the couch. “What? Can’t look at me cause I’m sooo pretty?~” Roman leaned closer to Virgil as the emo leaned away a bit.

“Don’t ignore me. I know you just love me like this~” Roman traced a finger over Virgil’s sleeved arm as he said that. To which Virgil pulled away, whining.

“Oh? Is someone a bit sensitive right now?~” He traced his finger back up Virgil’s arm and at his neck, as Virgil squeaked and scrunched his neck. Still covering his face.

“Cmon, handsome… I know you wanna tell me just how much you love this~” Virgil brought his knees to his chest still not talking and trying not to giggle.

“Alright. If you’re not gunna talk I’m gunna make you~” Roman pushes down Virgil’s legs and shifts into his lap, with his arms around Virgil’s shoulder and started kissing his neck.

Virgil tries to scrunch up more but Roman’s head is in the way, as he kicks his feet, trying his best not to giggle.

“Is this what you wanted all along?~” Roman lifts one hand and traces a finger at his boyfriends neck, watching as he lifts a shoulder to block the traces, his ears getting pink.

“Would you look at these lovely little things? I wonder if they’re ticklish too?” Takes the finger and traces it up Virgil’s neck to around his ear. Virgil kicking his feet still.

“You have such defined features. It’s so hot~” Roman starts kissing his jawline, as Virgil moves his head down and away from the kisses, now squeaking slightly.

“How dare you reject my love! I guess we gotta do this the hard way~” Roman shifts and pushes Virgil down on the couch, sitting on his hips as he goes down to kiss at his collarbone.

Virgil squirms and drums his feet on the couch, as he whines a bit from not being able to giggle. Roman hears this and moves back to kissing his neck. Making Virgil finally break.

“EheHE! Ihi cahant! Prihincehe!” Virgil wiggles and kicks in his giddy state, as Roman keeps it up adding a few fingers fluttering at the other side of his neck.

“Nnnhehehe!” He tries to scrunch on both sides, but it’s too hard with Roman’s face nezzled in the crook of his neck.

“You enjoying this, my love?~” Roman put two fingers under Virgil’s chin to make him look at the prince. Virgil uncovers his face to look at his boyfriend with wide eyes and a growing blush.

They embrace each other once again and share a passionate kiss. Roman with both hands on Virgil’s face, and Virgil just laying there soaking in all of it.

The break and Roman moves to Virgil’s jaw just under his ear, he squeals and scrunches up pushing at princy’s head. Roman keeps going though, loving every giggle coming out of his mouth.

“You’re so noisy… I thought you’d be quieter.” Roman teased, scritching a finger behind Virgil’s other ear. “I’ll remember that for when we’re in bed.” Roman snickers at his joke.

“Rohomahan! HeheHEE! Shuhut uhup!” Roman stopped and looked at Virgil. Hair all disheveled, eye makeup smeared, hoodie almost completely wiggled off of him and best of all, the biggest grin you could ever see.

“So… you wanna do this again sometime, or…” Virgil looked at Roman red in the face and covered his face again, the prince still sitting on him.

“Hey, it was just a thought!” Virgil groaned and whined in his hands. He’s not gunna forget this for a long time.

~Bonus~

Patton walked into the kitchen earlier that afternoon to smell something delicious. “Ooh! Brownies!” He eyed the brownies and grabbed 3 of them, and shoved them in his mouth.

“Ah, ah Patton. Those are for Virgil.” Roman pulled Patton’s hands away. “Oh yeah, happy 6 year anniversary by the way! Also love the new dress!” Patton mentioned, going to bother Logan.

Remus had been causing a lot of havoc today. He’d been bothering Thomas, he’d been annoying Roman (like usual), and now he’s even beginning to annoy Logan. And let’s just say, it takes A LOT to annoy Logan. And so, Logan has decided to set the record gay…

Because as everyone knows…Logan, nor Remus, are straight. 

Logan walked up to Remus right as he was getting ready to launch a big balloon into the air. “Remus, we need to discuss something.”

Remus looked at Logan with a smirk before letting go of the balloon, sending it flying. 

“Remus-” Logan caught the balloon with two fingers, stopping the balloon right in its tracks without even looking. “That’s enough tomfoolery.” Logan ordered. 

“Tomfoolery?!” Remus reacted. “What are you, 96?!” He reacted. 

Logan raised an eyebrow. “No, I’m 35 years old. You are too, as a matter of fact.” Logan replied. 

Remus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Alright, four eyes. What’s twisting your nipples?” Remus asked. 

Logan sighed. “More like ‘who’.” Logan replied. “And the answer is you. You’re being quite annoying.” He told him. 

“When am I not?” Remus asked him. 

“Let me rephrase that: You’re being more annoying than usual.” Logan replied. 

“Aww…poor muffin can’t handle a little fun in your life~” He teased. “Gotta hate when the fun police gets involved…” 

“Remus…” Logan sighed. “All I’m asking is that you keep it to a minimum.” He responded. 

Remus bursted out laughing at that. “Keep it to a minimum…That’s a laugh and a half…” He muttered. 

“Okay…” Logan sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I’m asking too much from you.”

“Boy are you ever…” He muttered. 

“The least you can do is explain why you’re doing it.” Logan explained. 

Remus guffawed. “Seriously?! Don’t you know I never have a reason?” Remus teased. 

“You could just admit that you’re bored and looking for something to do.” Logan replied. 

“Please…that’d be too nice of me.” Remus mumbled next. 

“You want something to do? I can think of a few things.” Logan told him. 

“As if you’d have good ideas for me…” Remus muttered in a sassy tone. 

“You could help me get rid of the spider in the bathroom.” Logan told him. 

“Hell no! I’m bold, not brave!” Remus reacted, pulling out an eyeliner pen and a green mirror. 

“You could help me collect the recycling.” Logan offered. 

“Can I call you cardboard? Cause the BOREDOM IS REAL!” Remus reacted. 

Logan rolled his eyes. “Well, then I don’t know what to tell you.” Logan told him. 

“I wanna do something FUN!” Remus told him. “Something evil! Something to get you out of your shell!” Remus told him. 

“I will assure you, I do not need to ‘get out of my shell’.” Logan told him. 

Remus sank out of frame, and rose up behind him. “Peek a boo!” He declared. 

“Remus, no.” Logan ordered. 

Remus drew a finger up and down his arm. “You’re always so serious…” Remus muttered, poking his side. “Laugh for once, Logey!” He yelled. 

“Now why would I need to laugh?” Logan asked him. 

Remus smirked and grabbed Logan’s glasses. “Let me borrow these for a sec…” He put them onto his face like a librarian, and pulled out a book. “Laughter can have many short-term and long-term effects. It stimulates your lungs and heart, it lowers stress, and it even relieves pain!” Remus reacted, putting the glasses back onto his face. “So HA!” 

Logan rolled his eyes as he adjusted his glasses. “I don’t need to- laHAHAUGH-?!” Logan jumped and covered his mouth as he felt tickles against his side. “Remus NO!” Logan ordered. 

“Awww! Listen to that little laugh!” Remus reacted as he tickled his other side. 

“Remus don’t you dahahAHAHARE!” Logan shouted at him, trying to turn himself around. 

“But it’s so cute!” Remus reacted as he fluttered his fingers against his neck. 

“Nohoho!” Logan squeaked and raised his shoulders up. “Ihihit’s nohot cuhuhute!” Logan yelled. 

“But it IS!” The moment one side of his neck was covered, Remus went for the other side. “Kitchy kitchy koo~” 

Logan wheezed and let out a long, bubbly cackle. “No-dohohon’t!” Logan giggled. 

“Oh my gosh, your laugh!” Remus reacted. 

“Remuhuhus!” Logan reacted, his voice going unusually high-pitched. 

“It’s so cute, I’m gonna throw up!” He reacted, laughing a bit. “Someone get Roman in here, cause this is adorable!” He mentioned. 

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Logan raised his voice as he ran away from the duke. Remus watched Logan with a giggle as “Yohou’re so infuriating!” Logan yelled. 

“Oh come on…” Remus smirked. “What’s wrong with a little tickling?” He asked. 

Logan tried to run further, but was stopped in his tracks by Remus’s rising body. “GAH!” 

“Surprise~!” Remus wiggled his fingers. “Come to papa, little lee~” He teased.

Logan tried to get away, but was stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around his middle. “Ohno-” Logan gasped and reached his arm out when he saw someone walking by. “HELP!” Logan shouted. 

The person turned to the source of the call. “Logan?” The person reacted. “Who goes there?!” Roman yelled, pulling out his sword. 

Remus revealed himself from behind Logan. “Well hello there, Roman~!” Remus giggled. “Worry not. I was just getting little Lo-Lo here, to laugh a little.” He explained a little too casually. 

Roman tilted his head. “...What?” 

“Roman, please!” Logan asked him. “I-I did nothing wrong!” 

Remus giggled. “Well that’s not exactly true…” Remus mentioned. “I’m just trying to make you giggle a little!” 

Roman moved closer with a worried look on his face. “Remus…What did you do?” 

“Oh nothing…Just a little tickling!” Remus tickled his neck to prove it. 

Logan squeaked and tried to stop his fingers. “eEEEHEEHEE- REHEMUS NO!” Logan shouted. 

Roman dropped his jaw. “Oh my god- He’s ticklish?!”  

Remus squealed excitedly. “YES!” He reacted. Remus fluttered one finger against Logan’s chin, earning him a squeak. “Tell me brother: When was the last time you heard Logan laugh?” He asked. “Like, genuinely laughed.” 

Roman chuckled. “I’ve never heard him laugh even once.” Roman told him. 

“Never?!” Remus clarified. 

“Pretty much.” Roman replied. 

“Perfect!” Remus declared before holding up Logan’s chin. “Why don’t you help me get some sweet, sweet cackles out of Logey-bear?” Remus asked him. 

Roman smirked slightly, and nodded his head as he put his knife into his belt. “Sure!” Roman rubbed his hands together as he figured out where to tickle. “Let’s see…” He muttered. 

“Roman…” Logan warned. “This isn’t what I meant by ‘help’!” He protested. 

“Oh I know…” Roman cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers. “But this is just more fun!” He explained right before dragging a finger up his belly to his ribs. “Besides…” Roman scratched his finger on the bottom front ribs. “I’d like to be one of the first to hear you cackle.” Roman told him rather happily. 

Logan grunted and squeezed his one eye shut, trying to hold his laughter in. “N-No!” He muttered, showing immense determination. “I…Won’t…Let you…” 

Roman tilted his head. “Oh?” He giggled. “Won’t let me what?” He asked. 

“Won’t…l-let you…Hear me-” Logan gasped and let out a surprisingly long squeal! “eeeeEEEEEEK! NOT THE NECK, NOHOT MY NEHEHECK!” Logan shouted, desperately shaking his head. “YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHASS!” He shouted. 

“Whoa, was that a swear word?!” Roman asked. 

“Looks like he can cackle AND swear!” Remus exclaimed. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE!” Logan pleaded. “IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!” Logan let out a snort. “HAHAHAHA- LEHEHEHET MEEEEE GOHOHO!” Logan yelled at them. 

“Awww, poor Logan!” Remus reacted, moving his fingers to the back of his neck. 

“So tickle-tickle-ticklish,” Roman tweaked his belly, earning a giggle from Logan. “-And nowhere to run~” 

Remus laughed. “Oh, he did try to run once…” Remus gently held up his chin. “But that didn’t work out well for ya, now did it?” Remus teased, looking right at him. 

Logan pulled his chin away with another snort. “IHIHIHI- *snort* IHIHI’LL GEHEHET YOU BOTH FOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!” Logan yelled through his cackles. 

“Welp…Might as well make the most of it!” Roman declared.  “That’s the spirit!” Remus cheered. 

As much as the boys knew they might die for this, they were still more than happy to make him laugh. And unfortunately for Logan, it turns out it’s not just the creative twins that are blackmailing him…