#switch!remus

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Arms Up Challenge. Fair enough. If the standoff was between literally any other Sides. But of course, sibling rivalry lasts a lifetime. As the two were set up for the tickly challenge, Logan wanted to make sure they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.

“So you two know the rules, correct?” “Yes, Specs. I can’t wait to beat my brother at this!” “Only if you beat me as hard as you play with your meat, little Ro Boat!”

Roman rolled his eyes as they were both finally secure to the wall with pillow lining and wrist restraints. They were both pulled taunt enough that they weren’t able to scrunch up their arms but were able to move their legs around freely. The rule? Swinging is allowed but kicking is not. Patton made his way over to the Duke’s side of the wall.

“Are you going to behave like a good kiddo this time?” “Whoever gave you that thought will be my next crime victim.”

Patton immediately plunged his fingers into the latter aspect’s pits, making Remus go straight into kicking.

“Uh uh uh! If you keep that up, mister, there will be consequences!” “LIHIHIHIHIHIKE SPAHAHAHAHANKING?! OHOHOHOHOHOOH!! THAHAHAT’S NOT LIKE YOHOHOHOHOU AT AHAHALL!!” “Being difficult, eh? How about this?” “HEY! IHIHIHIHIHI THOUGHT MY LEGS COULD BE FREHEHEHEHEE!!” “Not if you aren’t going to be a nice little Dukey!”

Remus burst into even louder laughter from the nickname being used in that awkward context. Roman was trying so hard not to kick but was unable to keep from swinging as far as he could left to right. He realized that kicking was prohibited but stomping wasn’t. He let his feet try to hit the ground every other motion.

“Roman. All of your extra motions are making it difficult to complete this task thoroughly. I will need to revoke your leg bearing privileges.” “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?! NOFAIR!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” “It is all fair, Roman. After all, you two came up with the rules for this. The first one to ‘chicken out’, as you called it, will be the winner. The loser will get a longer sentencing of underarm tickles for ‘research purposes’.”

The way Logan worded the last part of that statement made it clear that it would definitely not be for “research purposes”. This went on back and forth. Digging, scratching, wiggling, poking, and prodigy were all factors played in order to get one of them to crack. Roman eventually couldn’t take when that oh so delicate sweet spot near his upper ribs was the targeted attack. The screech and bellowing laughter that followed was the key indicator in who the winner would be as well as Roman stating that:

“ISURRENDER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA– IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI SURREHEHEHEHEHENDERRRRRR!!” “Awh! And I was just about to go for the faux claws. You can handle that, can’t you, Remus?” “Now now, Patton. The two made a deal with each other. Whoever the winner is doesn’t get attacked anymore.” “I guess that’s fair.”

Patton snaps and the bonds on Remus come off. The moral figure misjudged Remus’ weight and they both fell to the ground with a loud thud. Patton tried getting up first, only for the latter figment to wrap his arms around his waist.

“Uhh, so… no hard feelings–” “Oh, Patton~ There are no hard feelings between us~ I just want to hear you laugh and scream~”

The wiggling of Remus’ mustache against Patton’s neck made him laugh in slight fear and anticipation. Of course Remus wasn’t going to hurt him too badly. He just wanted to hear all of the joyful laughter from the intrusive aspect.

“You handle my little bro, Whale Penis! I have a date with Daddy!” “Wait! REMUS!”

Once upon a time a very silly thing happened, and now all of the Sides were friends again. If that seems like an oversimplification, well, Patton sometimes felt that way too.

Of course, nothing about that whole situation- Roman, Remus, Virgil, and Janus being turned into children, with Logan and Patton having to take on the role of parents as they desperately tried to make everything go back to normal- had felt simple in the slightest while it was actually happening. But now that it was all over, after so many confessions, secrets, and long-overdue apologies had been shared, it was honestly surprising how easily the six of them had gotten used to acting like a family.

For example, tonight they were all sitting together on their absolutely massive couch, which was just big enough for all six of them to sit side-by-side with only minor squeezing (which none of them really minded, hence why no one had suggested they get a bigger couch yet). Roman and Remus had worked together to create it-- it was kinda cute, how much they now tried to collaborate on even the most minor of creations.

A movie was on the TV, but honestly, none of them were paying attention to it. Roman and Virgil were holding hands and murmuring lowly to each other, giving each other soft, shy looks as if they were completely alone; Janus and Remus were attempting to throw popcorn into each others mouths, too busy laughing to even notice how loud they were being; and Patton and Logan, each sitting on opposite ends of the couch, were overlooking the entire soft scene with unbelievable fondness.

Every now and then they would catch each other's eyes over the heads of the children-- the other Sides! Not children!-- and smile, tired and fondly exasperated at the others' antics. It was funny how comfortable and familiar the new dynamics around the Mind Palace already were; with Logan by his side, and the others all getting along for the first time in a very long while, Patton felt like this was exactly how things were meant to be.

Suddenly there was a small noise of confusion right next to him. He turned to find Remus holding a popcorn kernel in his hand.

"Uh, ex-cuse me," he said, leaning forward and holding the kernel up threateningly. "Which one of you nerdy prince wannabes threw this at me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Roman replied in a haughty voice. "Did you find that distracting? Having someone throw something at your head while you're trying to enjoy a movie?"

Remus cackled. "I didn't throw a darn thing at you, brother mine. I would never." He finished his sentence with a sickly sweetness, batting his eyelashes.

"Oh, so it wasn't you? What about all of this?" Roman gestured to the blanket he and Virgil had been sharing, which was now covered in popcorn crumbs and kernels.

Remus shrugged, grabbing another handful and popping it in his mouth cheerfully. "Don't know what to tell you, Princey. Maybe Pop-Goes-The-Emo needs to learn how to eat without making a mess."

"Maybe you need to learn how to aim," Virgil shot back. "I don't see how you keep missing Janus' mouth, considering how big it is-"

"Excuse me?" Janus replied, jostling Virgil with his elbow. "Why am I getting dragged into this now? I did nothing wrong."

"You started it!"

"No, Remus started it."

"I knew it!"

"Oh, bite me, you-"

"That's enough, now," Logan interjected, just as Patton was opening his mouth to do the same. A moment of worry seemed to pass over the four Sides causing mischief, but luckily Logan softened his tone and his expression as he continued, "I suspect that this is all in good fun, but I would like to check if anyone is upset about anything that's been said. We can easily pause the film if anyone wants to discuss any crossed boundaries with the jokes."

Virgil wiggled a little on the couch. "Aw, come on, Logan..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, does talking about feelings embarrass you?" Logan replied, making Patton bite his lip to avoid snickering. "Because I think it's rather more important that everyone here feels loved and respected."

Janus scoffed and fiddled with his pajama set. "Of course, because we're so good at respecting one another."

"We do respect you," Patton replied, making Janus flush from the earnestness. "I know that after everything we've been through, we all respect each other, even if showing that respect is a work in progress. But the one thing that never changes is how much we love each other. I love you all so much!"

"Thank you, Patton," Roman droned; he too looked a little embarrassed, but his voice was good-natured. "And I apologize for anything I've said here that was uncouth. It was all intended in good fun."

"Same," Virgil said. "Sorry, Jan. About the thing I said about your mouth."

"Well, I suppose if I must accept your apology..." Janus replied. Logan fixed him with a stern look, and he huffed. "Yes, of course, you're forgiven, Virgil. And I'm sorry as well. Even though I literally don't think I did anything wrong."

"Sorry for being so silly! Can't help it!" Remus chirped. "Don't need any apologies, though. None of this actually pissed me off or anything."

"That's good," Logan replied. "Because you are definitely cleaning up your popcorn mess after the movie is over."

Remus gaped as the others burst into laughter. His lips turned into a dangerous pout, flopping back into the sofa and crossing his arms.

"Aw, come on, Remus," Patton chimed in. "I'll even help you do it! We'll get it all cleaned up in a jiffy!"

"Blah, blah, blah," he muttered, looking for all the world like a toddler put in time out.

It was all on instinct, really; Patton saw a grumpy child, and he knew what to do to fix it.

Before he could stop himself, Patton's hand made a claw shape and he vibrated his fingers directly into Remus' side.

The result was immediate, and extremely loud-- Remus shrieked, launching forward in an involuntary attempt to get away from Patton's squeezing hand. He tumbled forward and landed on the ground, scurrying backwards as he panted from the shock.

"Jesus fucking Christ and all his dick-ciples, Patton, why?" he asked, voice high and shrieky.

Patton was very aware of how all of the Sides were looking at them-- both in shock at Remus' outburst of laughter, and to see how Patton would react to his language-- but Patton didn't care. Something warm and familiar was rising in his chest, and he smiled lovingly down at Remus.

"What, you think I don't remember how to cheer you up?"

There was a beat, and then everyone else had a brief moment of fond embarrassment as they realized what Patton was talking about. They didn't talk about it much, about how Patton and Logan had taken care of them all when they had magically transformed into children, but it was never forgotten, even though the rest of the Sides (including Logan) still found the whole experience a bit awkward.

Patton turned to the others on the couch, his smile growing as they squirmed. "Come on, don't you all remember?"

He had only meant to keep teasing them, but at that moment Virgil's eyes widened to the size of quarters, and without further ado he shot up from the couch as well, jostling Janus at the same time and making the snake Side fall against Patton.

"No, I know that look, and I'm not doing this," Virgil insisted as he stepped to the other side of the room. But his eyes were bright, his cheeks were getting flushed, and there was a smile on his face that was obviously becoming harder to hide.

Patton bit his lip. "Oh, you don't wanna do this? That's alright-- what about you, Janny?"

And with that, Patton reached down and grabbed Janus as best as he could around the waist, curling him into the crook of his arm and mercilessly tickling his stomach with one hand.

"Wait wait wa-ait!" Janus gasped, hands shooting down in a desperate attempt to pry Patton's away from him. "Nnnno, Patton, this is ridiculoussss ahahahahaha! Nohohoho!"

"Aw, Janus remembers!" Patton cheered. A nervous giggle forced its way out of Remus' mouth, still on the floor as he watched his boyfriend getting tickled. Roman narrowed his eyes.

"Look what you've started," he accused, pointing a finger at his brother. "Patton's never gonna let go of this now!"

"Oh, piss off, Pissy!" Remus snapped back, a manic smirk on his face. "You started it, throwing popcorn at my head!"

"You're right," Roman said. "I should've thrown the bowl."

Remus gasped, affronted, and before he could stop himself he reached out to grab Roman's ankle with one hand, his other hand clawing down the sole of Roman's foot with reckless abandon.

Roman made a noise in between a gasp and a squawk. "No!"

He yanked his foot back, but miscalculated, and suddenly he felt rather than heard Logan's breath get knocked out of him as Roman's knee collided with the logical side's chest. Roman flushed a little; he didn't realize he'd been leaning so far into Logan's side.

"Sorry, Logan--!" His voice was cut off with a small squeak by Logan suddenly wrapping his hands around Roman's calf, holding his leg in place.

"Where are your manners, Roman?" he asked. His face looked normal, but his voice was laced with something that made Roman want to giggle just hearing it. "I believe you owe me an apology."

"I already di-ihihhid!" Poor Roman couldn't even finish his sentence before Logan started squeezing all over his trapped leg, from the back of his calf to just above his knee to the soft squishy parts of his thigh. Now both his and Janus' laughter filled the room, along with Remus' delighted giggles as he watched from the floor. Virgil was still standing in the corner, tugging on his hoodie sleeves and failing to hide his shy smile.

Remus narrowed his eyes at the emo Side. "You're just gonna hide out in the corner like a scaredy-cat, huh, Vee?"

"Fuck off," Virgil snapped back, but the effect was lost with how flustered he sounded. "You're not getting t- you're just sitting there, too!"

"I'm not just sitting here!" Remus shot back, scrambling to his feet and facing Virgil with a Cheshire smile. "I'm saving my boyfriend!"

With that, he lunged to Virgil, managing to grab the anxious Side even as he hissed and jerked away from Remus' grasp. Remus tightened his arms to hold Virgil against his chest, and dragged him over to Patton's side of the sofa.

"Special delivery!" he announced. "Care to swap a snake for a spider, Patty Cake?"

"Plehehehease!" Janus squealed, giggling like crazy

"Hm," Patton mused, smiling up at Virgil, "normally spiders scare me, but I think that one looks like a real cutie pie!"

"Patton- fuck off, Remus!" Virgil shrieked; Remus pushed him forward into Patton's lap, and as soon as Patton released Janus to catch Virgil, Remus was yanking Janus onto his feet and dragging him back across the room toward the safe spot. Still giggling, Janus gripped Remus' arm to stay upright as he caught his breath.

"Thank you, darling."

Remus preened and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Anything for my boo!"

"Ja-nus!" Virgil said. "You traitor- ahahahahaha!" His words were lost as Patton began haphazardly squeezing his sides and stomach, his large hands moving too quickly for Virgil to block.

"Plehehehehease!" Roman squealed; he'd tried to crawl away from Logan, but it was hard with how the logical side was rapidly switching between pinching his thigh and his stomach. He pointed a wobbly finger at his twin. "Rehehehemus!"

"Sorry bro-bro, but I ain't coming anywhere near you right now," Remus replied. "Someone else is gonna have to save you!"

Roman shook his head, forcing his laughter down just long enough to yell, "Logan get Remus!"

Logan chuckled lowly. "Oh, interesting. You think it's Remus' turn?"

Roman nodded desperately. Logan cast his eyes up to Remus and Janus, holding hands with nervous, giddy smiles on their faces.

"Hmm..." Logan said. All of a sudden he released Roman and stood up from the couch in one fell swoop. He wasn't much taller than Remus or Janus, but the way he rolled his shoulders and stretched made them feel very small.

"Remus, come here," he said simply.

"No!"

Logan took one step forward. "Remus..."

"Fuck no!" Remus stepped backwards, dragging Janus along with him.

"Come here-" was all Logan could get out before the chase began. Remus darted around the couch, Janus giggling madly in his wake, and Logan followed with an uncharacteristic playfulness.

Roman, catching his breath, managed to point and laugh as Remus ran. "Your turn, Dukey!"

"Fuck off!" Remus shrieked. Suddenly his heels dug into the floor, yanking Janus to a stop; Logan had reversed direction, and was now coming towards them head on. The two of them screamed, both in fear and delight, and darted in the opposite direction.

"Come on, Professor!" Roman called like a sports spectator. "You can catch them! Go for Janus first!"

"Excuse me?" Janus gasped. He paused just long enough in his running to flick Roman's ear.

"Hey!"

"Haha, nice!" Remus crowed. "Good job, babe!"

"Be nice, Janus..." Logan called. He managed to get close enough a few times to trail his hand across Janus' back, making the snake Side yelp every time.

"Nope, I'm out!" he called, yanking his hand out of Remus' grasp. He immediately stepped to the side, out of Logan's reach; lucky for him, the logical Side seemed dead set on catching Remus now, and they continued to run and duck around the furniture.

"Woah!" Patton said when Remus accidentally jostled his legs as they ran by. "Careful, kiddos!"

"Pahahaton," Virgil groaned. His face was dark and there was an adorable dimple on his cheek that just made Patton wanna coo. "We're not-- not kids!"

For a moment, Patton slowed his squeezing tickles as he readjusted Virgil, nearly pulling the other Side on his lap.

"Wanna know a secret?"

Virgil looked up at him, confused, and squeaked as Patton leaned his head down.

"You're always gonna be my kiddos, Virgey," he whispered in Virgil's ear. Virgil's blush couldn't get any hotter, especially when Patton began snuffling all over Virgil's neck and ears.

"Nahahaha!" he whined, feet banging on the floor. "Hehehehelp!"

He leaned his head against the back of the sofa just in time to catch Janus' eye as he continued to move in wary circles around the room.

"Jan!" he squealed. "Plehehease!"

Janus looked at his brother's face and softened like a wet tissue.

"Patton, honestly," he said, moving forward to stand next to the couch, "I think this... mortifying experience has gone on long enough, don't you?"

Patton looked up at him as he continued to tickle Virgil's sides. "Nope!"

"Perhaps it's time we let this game come to a conclusion?"

Suddenly Roman was behind Janus. "Perhaps not." And with that, he pushed the snake side over the arm of the couch, making him fall face first directly into Patton's lap.

"That's for flicking my ear!"

Patton made a noise of delight that was barely audible with human hearing. "Oh, thank you for the gift, Roman!" He shifted in a way that implied years of practice until he was holding both Virgil and Janus on each of his legs. His arms wrapped around their midsections and began haphazardly tickling their tummies in unison.

One would think that Janus and Virgil were actually biological brothers, the way they both clutched Patton's arm and threw their heads back in laughter in the exact same way.

"Janny!" Remus cried, looking both delighted and affronted that his brother had pushed his boyfriend directly into Patton's tickle trap. His steps faltered, just for a moment, but that was all it took before Logan could grab him around the waist and drag him (not so gently) to the floor.

Logan smiled like a mad scientist who'd brought his creature back to life. "Got you."

"Wait wait wait wait fuck no--" was all he could get out before Logan dug into his stomach with rapidly vibrating claws. Remus screamed, feet drumming wildly on the floor as Logan tickled him to pieces.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuhuhuhuck!"

"Language," Logan chastised lightly, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all. "Everyone else has had a turn, Remus. This is only fair."

"I don't need a tuhuhuhurn! This is-- hehehey!"

Remus couldn't even finish his protests before another pair of hands made their way to his sides. His eyes shot open only to see the smirky, snarky face of his twin hovering above him.

"Oh, we could never leave you out of the fun, dearest brother of mine," he sang, squishing randomly on any part of Remus' torso that he could reach. "I thought you liked playing silly games?"

"Go easy on him, Roman," Patton called out; he'd mostly stopped tickling Virgil and Janus, and was now merely holding the two of them as they got their stray giggles out. "Don't hurt him!"

"Oh please, he loves this," Roman replied. Remus screeched in indignation.

"Bullpoopy!"

Roman raised an unimpressed eyebrow. He shot his hand underneath Remus' jaw to scratch his nails along his neck, and Remus squealed, head scrunching into his neck like a desperate turtle.

Logan let out a small laugh himself, slowing down his tickling as everyone watched Remus fall into the most helpless giggles any of them had ever heard.

"Oh, goodness," Patton whispered, clearly delighted. Virgil was outright snickering at his friend's demise, and Janus' was watching on with a hopelessly romantic expression on his face.

"This is what you get for starting it all!" Roman declared, every inch of him clearly full of mirth. Logan peered down at Remus' bright red face, and brushed a bit of hair back from his sweaty forehead.

"Is that a very ticklish spot, Remus?" he asked. "Don't be afraid to tell me. I'll merely keep a note of it for later."

Remus shook his head. "I-- I--"

Immediately, Logan and Patton made eye contact. Remus sounded more wheezy than he had a moment before.

Their mouths opened at the same time, but to their surprise Roman had already pulled his hands away, a worried twinge in his eyes as he watch Remus calm down.

"Are you okay?" he asked immediately. "Did I go to far?"

Remus coughed once, causing Virgil and Janus to look even closer with matching nervous frowns to see if he was okay.

"I..." Remus said slowly. "I'm..."

Silence, for a beat.

And then Remus attacked: sitting up, pushing Logan away, and body slamming Roman until he was flat on the ground, all in one swift move.

"I'm gonna get you, Ro-Bro," he hissed, and there was nothing but giddy joy in his voice as he began tickling his brother right back.

Everyone in the group jumped as Roman screamed, loud, at the surprise tickle attack. There was a scrabble of limbs as the twins wrestled, shouts of laughter filling the room and making everyone giggly again.

"Play nice, boys!" Patton called out. Remus looked up, his tongue poking out of the corner of his cheeky smile.

"Yes, Daddy!" he replied. The he immediately dove down and blue a raspberry against Roman's tummy. The other side shrieked yet again.

"That's not nihihihice!"

Remus cackled evilly, and Patton considered stepping in himself to give that stinker a taste of his own medicine, but before he could move someone else beat him to it: Virgil, who wiggled off Patton's lap and onto the floor, crawled over to the two wrestling Sides, and attacked Remus' ribs with a flurry of fingers.

The snort that Remus released cracked through the room, and now he was the one laying on the floor, writhing helplessly as Virgil attacked him.

"I got you, Princey," he called over the fray, smirking at his boyfriend as Roman caught his breath. "Now hurry up and help me finish him."

Roman grinned brightly. "With extreme pleasure."

He dove in as well, and between the two of them Remus was well and truly screwed, batting at the four hands that were now wrecking him from every side. He tried to give back what he was getting, but it was just too easy to overpower him.

Logan's chuckles were low, but Patton could hear them despite the noise in the room. The two locked eyes and shared a secret smile before Logan's eyes drifted over to Janus, still half-sitting on Patton's lap.

"What about you?" he called. "Don't you want to help Remus?"

"He got himself in that mess," Janus said, cheeks flushing again as he looked at the tickle fight in the middle of the room, "and I'll have nothing to do with it."

Like a horror movie jumpscare, Remus shoved his upper body towards the couch, making both Janus and Patton squeak with surprise.

"Yes you will!" he said between giggles, and before anyone else could react he grabbed Janus haphazardly and yanked him backwards, making them both tumble back onto the floor-- and into the middle of Roman and Virgil's tickle attack.

"Human shield!" Remus screamed. He locked his hands behind Janus' back, keeping his boyfriend trapped on top of him.

"Wait-- no! No, no, Remus, nohohohoho!"

But it was too late: Roman and Virgil took no time at all diving in to tickle Janus all over his back and sides as he shrieked and squealed and squirmed.

"Evil!" Janus shrieked, trying desperately to push off of Remus' chest. "No-- no kisses until you letmegohohoho!"

Virgil cooed, leaning closer to Janus' ear. "Aw, you don't wanna kiss your boyfriend? Sucks for you, Jan." He finished the statement with leaning over to press a kiss to Roman's cheek, causing their respective brothers to make noises of disgust.

"You're dissssssssssgusting!" Janus gasped through his laughter. He gathered his strength and shoved Roman away from his little brother, drilling his fingers into Roman's ribs as the other side fell back on his haunches.

"Nah-- ahaha-- no!" Roman gasped. He keeled forward, grinning and giggling against Remus' stomach. Virgil tried to reach forward to push Janus' hand off of Roman, only for Remus to easily grab the anxious side's wrist and hold his arm out for Janus' other hand to dive under with wiggling fingers.

Around and around and around it went-- hands and fingers and curses and teases and giggles flew. Roman blew breathless raspberries against Remus' tummy while Janus fought to keep his fingers vibrating wildly under Virgil's arm. In turn Virgil dove down to scrabble his nail's blindly against Janus' back, while Remus did the same on either side of Roman's neck. The peals of laughter rose and melded into one loud happy harmony, and it wasn't long before the four of them were breathless with giggles, tickling without even seeing who they were attacking.

It was messy, chaotic, and perfect. Just like their family.

Patton wasn't sure when things had started to slow down. All he knew was that there was a sudden drop in the volume of the twins laughter-- it seems they had finally tired themselves out, and were now panting heavily from their disheveled positions on the living room floor. Virgil's giggles still rang through the air, albeit less desperate and more happy than anything else, until Janus relented with one final squeeze to his brother's belly before he, too, flopped back to the floor.

There they lay, those four Sides, curled like pretzels in a giant puppy pile, catching their breath and letting their last few giggles peter out. Patton took the time to examine the room: furniture shoved out of place in the mad scrambles to escape the tickles, the couch cushions were pulled out and squashed against the floor, and there was popcorn everywhere. He made eyes with Logan, expecting to see that familiar chagrin he knew so well, but was instead greeted with a look of nose-wrinkled affection.

"Blankets?" he mouthed, and Patton grinned. He reached over and grabbed one of the blankets they'd been using on the couch, and without warning threw it over the four Sides on the floor.

"Ah!" Virgil yelped first; he was the only one who saw it coming, but that half-second warning wasn't enough to save him or the others from getting absolutely draped in the oversized blanket. "D-- Patton!"

"Hm?" Patton said, grabbing the other two blankets and flinging them on the pile with ease. "Can't hear you!"

Someone was giggling again from inside the pile, probably Remus. Janus emerged first, his hair adorably mussed.

"Patton. Why."

"You looked so comfy! I wanted to help!"

"You could've helped us off of the floor."

"Aw, but you looked so cute down there." Patton giggled, lightly kicking at Janus' shoulder, causing him to hiss with displeasure.

Logan gave a light laugh. "You all did just play a very strenuous game." He reached out and patted a random ankle that was sticking out of the pile; it jerked back in over-sensitive self defense, Roman's gasp of laughter giving away its identity.

"Remus started it," came his muffled response. Remus blew a raspberry, worming his way out from underneath the covers.

"Oh, please, I didn't do shit! It was Pattycake!"

"Yes, it was!" Patton said proudly. "And I'd do it again!" Without warning he slid himself onto the floor and grabbed Remus around the waist, holding the squawking Side in a tight hug.

"My little kiddos," he cooed, and yes he knew he was laying it on thick but that was part of the fun. "Having so much fun together! It makes Logan and I so happy when you all play so nicely, I'm very proud of you--"

"Fine okay enough!" Janus shrieked; Virgil was reduced to desperate hissing as Roman buried his face in his hands. Remus pretended to gag, but Patton could feel how tightly he was returning the hug.

"Alright," Logan said warmly, silencing the group. "Let's regroup. Roman, Janus, will you fix the pillows and blankets, please? Virgil and Remus, go get some more snacks-- preferably ones that won't make a mess when thrown."

Patton watched as the other Sides, with good-natured grumbling, began working together to get their movie night back on track. It made something heavy in his chest get a little bit lighter.

He started when he realized Logan had joined him back on the couch, this time sitting right next to him. The two locked eyes, unable and unwilling to stop the soft smiles growing on their faces. Logan fumbled for Patton's hand, and he turned it over so they could lock their fingers together.

"Please, please, please" He chanted like a prayer, begging for some sort of gratification.

"Be patient, Siri." He whined but obeyed. You finally got your pants down. Before he could make any moves, you grabbed him by his raven hair and held him in place. He couldn't help but drool at the sight of your hard cock. He looked up at you with tired eyes as a means of silently begging. You felt as though he had been teased enough, so you gave in and pushed your throbbing desire into his warm mouth and a wanton moan escaped your lips as well as Sirius'. You fucked Sirius' slutty throat until tears ran down his pale cheeks. Before you came, you decided Sirius deserved a reward. You tried to pull out of his mouth but Sirius fought back. So, you pulled on his dark locks harsher this time. He moaned girlishly and then let you go.

"Sir, please! I'll be good! Just let me suck you off please!" He cried as if he had done something wrong. You stroked his cheek and shushed him.

"Shhh, Siri. You aren't in trouble. Quite the opposite. I think you deserve a reward. Bend over for me, yeah?" His teary eyes met yours for a split second before he bared his nakedness to you. You grabbed the bottle of lube left open by Remus and used it to lube up your fingers before plunging them into Sirius. He shook from the stimulation. You immediately found his most sensitive spot and kept hitting it with the tips of your fingers. "What do we say, Sirius?"

"Thank you! Oh, thank you, sir." He sobbed as he fucked himself on your hand. Now, It was your turn. You roughly flipped Sirius on his back and shoved your cock deep in him. He clung onto you for dear life and cried desperately for you to fuck him harder despite your already brutal pace. He was always the one out of the group to want rougher treatment. Though, that usually meant he was the most sensitive one afterward.

"Daddy- Mm- Siri looks so good getting filled by Y/N. Doesn't he James?" Remus chimed in. He was now picking up the slack for James and fucking him roughly. James was just left a crying puddle of pleasure and his eyes rolled back with every thrust that Remus made.

"Answer him, James." You cooed. James tried to whine a response but was too caught up in his impending orgasm. Remus took in James' cries with a sloppy kiss on the lips. Sirius saw and pulled you in.

"Can- can I have a kiss, sir?" He asked shakily as you pounded him into the carpet. You happily obliged and gave Sirius an equally messy kiss and he moaned and sobbed into your mouth. Soon, All the Marauders would reach their breaking point and they would all cry out as they came. You didn't bother cleaning up. You all just crawled into your extra large, shared bed. You and Remus whispered sweet nothing to your subs and they reciprocated until all were asleep.

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Remus had placed down a tiny collection of tools to help him get the job done. He had an old fashioned timer, and plenty of energy to let out. “Okay. You ready?” Remus asked. Roman had looked at the tools for only 2 seconds…and was already a giggling, blushing mess. “Ohoho nohoho…Cohome on, why did you have to bring those into the game?!” Roman asked. 

“Because it’s funny! And I need a way to win too.” Remus argued playfully back to him. 

“Buhut you do! For heaven's sake, you have nails!” Roman reminded him. “...Well yeeaah…” Remus mumbled, blowing on his nails playfully. “But you know me. Tools are a good addition to a game like this!” Remus told him. 

Roman bit his lip. “Ihi guess…” he muttered. 

“Alright.” Remus slammed his hands onto either side of the carpet. “Your goal is to keep your arms up for as long as possible. If you drop your arms for any reason, then you get 5 minutes of additional tickles.” Remus told him. Roman tensed up, and covered his mouth. “Ohono…” He mumbled. 

Remus smirked and wiggled his fingers at him. “Does that mean you’re ready?” Remus asked. 

Roman let out a sigh to calm down, and lifted his hands up above his own hand. “Okay. Ready.” Roman replied. 

Remus nodded and started the stopwatch. “Go!” Remus touched his fingers down on Roman’s armpits the moment the stopwatch began. Roman jumped and froze in place, his surprise evident on his face. “OH-” Roman gasped and squeaked helplessly as he felt both sets of fingers gliding down his armpits to his ribs. “eeEEEEHEHEHEEEEK!” Roman shouted. 

“Kiiitchy kitchy koooo~” Remus teased, bringing his fingers uuuup and doooown his ribs. “Let the tiiiickles completely destroooy yoooouu.” Remus teased. 

Roman clenched his fists and shook his head. “Sssstahahahap!” Roman reacted. 

“Are you going to keep going for a while longer?” Remus lowered his fingers down the armpits to his middle ribs. “Or…Are you going to give up and lower those arms for me?” Remus asked with a big, evil smirk as he raised his fingers back up to his armpits. Roman’s arms finally fell down, crushing Remus’s hands under his armpits as Roman giggled helplessly on the ground. “Hehehehehehe- Dahahahang ihihihihit.” Roman yelled. 

Remus gasped as he removed his hands and stopped the stopwatch. “Success!” he exclaimed, before cracking his knuckles. “34 seconds!” Remus declared. “Now for the most ticklish 5 minutes of your life~!” Remus declared next, before turning on the timer. “5 minutes starts NOW!” Remus shouted as he started skittering his fingers all over Roman’s belly and sides. Roman wheezed rolled onto his side, laughing and cackling loudly as he tried to cover up his ticklish spots. “WAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman shouted. 

Remus smiled. “Coochy coochy coochy coo, Ro-Ro~!” Remus teased. “Which side tickles more? Left side?” Remus squeezed the left side.

Roman gasped and squealed, shaking his head as he snorted and giggled. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Roman pleaded. 

“Oooor the right side?” Remus asked next, squeezing his right side. 

Roman snorted and giggled, covering his mouth with his hands. “MMMM! MMMHMHMHMHMMM!” He screamed, all muffled. 

Remus smiled and turned Roman onto his back before taking in a deep breath. “Raspberry incoming!” Remus yelled before blowing a raspberry. 

Roman screeched. “WaitWAITWAAHAHAHAHA! NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman screamed, unable to stop Remus no matter what he tried. “PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE! HEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled super loudly. 

Remus giggled and looked at the timer, right as it went off. 

[BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!]

Remus turned off the timer and rubbed his hands together. “Now: Another round of ‘arms up’?” Remus asked him. 

Roman was too busy giggling and holding his knees in fetal position, to answer Remus’s question. “Hehehe…Hohohohold ohohon…” Roman muttered. 

“Still alive?” Remus asked. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” He asked. 

“Nohoho. Yohou didn’t.” Roman replied. 

“Aww fuck…I failed my one mission in life.” Remus muttered, annoyed. 

Roman giggled a little more and rolled himself over onto his back. “Alright. Another round!” Roman declared, placing his hands above his head. 

Remus chuckled and readied his hands. “Round 2?” Remus clarified. 

Roman nodded. “Go for it.” 

Remus clicked the start button on the stopwatch before touching his hands into his armpits again. “Tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle~!” Remus teased, fluttering his fingers in the hollows of his armpits. 

“OhoHOHO NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEEE!” Roman laughed, struggling to keep his arms up. 

“You struggling yet, Romulus?” Remus teased. 

Roman nodded his head while clenching his fists. “Yehehes! Whahahat doho yohohou thihihihink?!” He asked. 

“I think you’re too ticklish to survive this game.” Remus admitted. 

“FIHIHIGHT MEHEEEE!” Roman shouted back. 

“Okay!” Remus removed his fingers for a moment, and started moving his index fingers closer and closer to the hollows of Roman’s armpits. Roman widened his eyes and looked back and forth at the fingers. He could see them visibly getting closer to his armpits, knowing he would have to make a choice to either risk getting destroyed with tickles and being unable to cover up his armpits, or lower his arms down and get another 5 minutes of tickles. 

Roman held his breath and tensed up, awaiting the fingers in his armpits. Remus noticed his moment of bravery, and decided to have a little fun. He brought his fingers back and grabbed a tool from the tiny collection. Adjusting it, Remus brought the tool up to Roman’s belly button, and clicked the button. 

BzzzZZZZZ! 

“GAH!! HAHAhahahAHAHA!” Roman cackled, clenching his fists again and shaking his head left and right helplessly. “NOOOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIRRR!” Roman shouted at him. 

“All is fair in a game of ‘Arms up’!” Remus replied with a smirk. 

Roman finally threw his arms down to cover up his armpits. Remus pulled his fingers out and stopped the stopwatch. “45 seconds! You beat your first record by 11 seconds!” Remus reacted. 

Roman was hugging his arms, unable to contain his giggles as he kicked his feet like a ballerina. 

Seeing Roman’s feet kicking like this, gave Remus an idea. He grabbed the hairbrush from his collection and brought his foot into a headlock. “5 minutes of tickles, starts NOW!” Remus started the timer and spun the hairbrush in his finger before ‘brushing’ his foot. 

“Wait, WHAT?! eeEEEHEHEHEEEK!” Roman yelled, kicking Remus’s back with his other free foot. 

“Goodness, I forgot how ticklish your feet are!” Remus reacted, continuing to brush the arch of his foot. 

Roman pulled on his foot desperately as he struggled to overcome the tickles. It was usually really, really difficult to get out of Remus’s grip when he’s overcome with motivation. And this time was no different. He held his head with his hands and shook his head wildly, unable to explain just how ticklish his foot was. Remus knew this very well, and happily exploited this fact often. 

But as if it couldn’t get worse…Remus pulled out a blending pencil and started poking it right in between his toes. And OOOOOH MY GOD, did that ruin the man! Roman had gone completely silent after only a couple pokes! His toes were just way too ticklish to be touched, let alone tickled! 

[BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!] 

Roman went completely limp the moment he heard the alarm go off. He could not be more thankful to hear such a sound. The most annoying sound in the world…was like beautiful piano music in his ears. He thanked the stars he hadn’t died at the hands of his brother on this blessed day. 

“Another round of arms up?” Remus asked him. 

Roman shook his head persistently. “Nohoho. Nohoway. No way…” Roman replied. “Not again.” 

Remus tilted his head. “R-Really?” He asked. “Not even a little?” He clarified. Roman shook his head. “Nuh uh! You’re brutal as a tickler.” Roman replied. 

Remus’s face began to soften slightly. It began to dawn on him that maaaaybe he was tickling him a little too harshly. He began to think of ways to make it up to his twin brother…Maybe…

Maybe some revenge is in order? 

Remus switched out the electric toothbrush head and placed it down in the pile. He pushed the tools over to Roman with a big smile, before laying himself down close by and placing his arms above his own head. “Okay. Your turn!” Remus told him. 

Roman blinked in surprise and was taken aback. Was…Was Remus…giving him the tools…to tickle him? Roman looked down at the tools, before looking back up at Remus. “R-Really?” Roman asked. 

“Yeah! I wanna play too.” Remus admitted. 

Roman narrowed his eyes at him, before crossing his arms. “How do I know you won’t attack me the moment I tickle you?” Roman asked, well aware of Remus’s usual methods of cheating. 

Remus summoned a red ribbon around his wrists and placed them above his head. “There. No tickle-backs.” Remus replied. 

Roman rolled his eyes. “I know you too well…you’re perfectly capable of tickling me, even if your hands are tied.” Roman reminded him. “Well…” Remus thought for a moment…before letting out an awkward chuckle. “Okay, maybe that’s true. But…give me a chance.” Remus told him. “This is your one time to get me back. Take it, or you may lose that chance.” Remus told him. 

Roman hesitantly scooted himself up to Remus. He slowly picked up the feather duster that was hidden amidst the collection, and fluttered it on his belly with great uncertainty. Remus’s giggles filled the room for a little bit. This was his attempt to show Roman that he wasn’t playing him. He was going to let him tickle him. 

Remus’s laughter was enough to convince Roman to keep going. He slowly grew a smile as he fluttered the feather duster on his belly and sides more, before moving up to his armpit. The moment Remus guffawed at the armpit tickles, Roman was fully confident. He picked up the stopwatch, and clicked the start button. Roman was going to take advantage, and completely wreck this man with every tickle tool he had at his disposal. 

Remus sighed but said nothing. He leant back on his hands and shut his eyes, lifting his head up to feel the breeze again. Sirius reached over and gently tickled under Remus’ chin. He swatted Sirius hand away. 

“Sirius come on, I’m trying to relax.” 

“You’ve had an hour to relax, I wanna have some fun now.”

“I am having fun,” Remus responded. 

“Well I’m not,” Sirius said before squeezing Remus’ side. Remus twitched and slapped his hand away again. 

“Now I am…” Sirius said before launching himself at Remus. 

“Wait, Sirius, don’t...come on!” Remus protested but Sirius was now sitting on top of him, pinning him to the ground. 

“Initiating Remus’ relaxing massage” Sirius said in a robotic tone. 

“No, Sirius, don’t you dare…” Remus warned. He knew the robotic voice all too well, it meant that Sirius was so bored that Remus was gonna pay the price for it. 

“Beginning countdown. Massage beginning in 5...4...3…”

“Sirius…”

“2...1…”

“Sirius stop this!” Remus protested. Sirius locked eyes with him and smirked. He stopped the robotic voice and bent down slightly.

“Computer says no,” he whispered loudly before beginning his attack. His hands latched onto Remus’ sides before he began massaging them quickly. Remus yelped loudly and burst into giggles. 

“SIRIUS!” He shouted.

“Massage. Massage. Massage.” Sirius repeated over and over again in a robotic voice. He wasn’t looking at Remus but his heart was full from the sound of Remus’ laughter. 

“SIRI-AAHH-SIRIUS STOP” Remus screamed as Sirius found his ribs. 

“ALERT! TENSE SPOT DETECTED. MUST ELIMINATE!” Sirius shouted just before he quickly moved his fingers up and down Remus’ ribs. Remus was screaming loudly now. 

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHA SIRIUS PLEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHA” 

Sirius snapped out of the robotic tone and smiled fondly at his boyfriend. Remus’ hair was now a mess and his face was scrunched up. He looked so happy and adorable. Sirius stopped briefly to let him breathe.

“Aww, you’re so cute” Sirius said, his hands resting on Remus’ sides. 

“I-I’m not” Remus breathed out. 

“Yes you areee” Sirius sang, very gently squeezing Remus’ sides. 

“Nohoho I’m not” Remus giggled out, his face turned red. 

“Aww you’re blushing!” Sirius teased. Remus lifted his hands to cover his face. 

“Am not,” he sulked. 

“Oh but you are, you’re my blushing little boyfriend” Sirius teased again. Remus let out a huff but said nothing. 

“Admit you’re blushing or I’m gonna get you again…” Sirius warned. Remus made a little squeak but said nothing. 

“Fine.” Sirius said, sternly. His hands slid under Remus’ arms and began tickling. Remus shrieked and slammed his arms down. 

“NO!” He shouted. Sirius laughed. 

“Oh yes...now admit you’re blushing” Sirius said, speeding up the tickles. 

“IHIHIHIM NOT!” Remus screamed out, overcome by the ticklish sensations. 

“Admit it.” Sirius said again, his hands now moving down to Remus’ tummy. But this was his biggest mistake. Though Remus shrieked and laughed once more, his hands now latched onto Sirius and he used the remainder of his strength to push Sirius to the side and sit on him. Sirius was now in trouble.

“Oh you’re so going to regret that,” Remus warned. Without hesitation, he launched his hands onto Sirius’ tummy, a spot that was so much worse on Sirius than it was on Remus. 

“NO WAIT!” Sirius screamed. 

“I did my waiting…” Remus said, winking at Sirius. His slender fingers danced around Sirius’ torso as he admired his boyfriend’s laugh. 

“YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITAHAHAHAHAHA” Sirius screamed out as Remus attacked his lower tummy. Remus smiled and slowed his attack to gently skittering his fingers over Sirius’ ticklish tummy. Sirius let out little giggles. 

“Aww look at you giggling away, you’re the cute one now,” Remus cooed.

“Shhuhuhut uhuhup” Sirius giggled out, trying to prise Remus’ fingers away from his sensitive tummy. 

“What’s wrong baby? I thought you were enjoying this?” Remus teased, picking the speed up a little.

“Nohohoho” Sirius shrieked as Remus dug a finger into his belly button.

“What’s this? Are you..? No way. Aww you’re blushing!” Remus teased. 

“SHUT UP NO I’M NOT!” Sirius shouted, blushing harder. 

“Yes you areee” Remus cooed, copying Sirius’ teases. “Just admit it darling and I’ll stop.”

“NO!” Sirius yelled. 

“Okay then.” Remus said, calmly. He shuffled down a bit and grabbed onto Sirius’ thighs.

“REMUS WAIT!” 

“Yes my love?” 

“PLEASE” 

“Please what?”

“PLEASE….DON’T”

“Please don’t what?”

“TICKLE ME!.......WAIT!”

“You asked” Remus said, his fingers now squeezing and spidering all over Sirius’ ticklish thighs. Sirius screamed bloody murder and tried to wriggle about but he was trapped.

“Admit you’re blushing and I’ll stop” Remus said, blatantly trying to copy Sirius. 

“NO!” Sirius yelled. 

“Fine, I’ll keep going.” Remus kept squeezing one thigh with one hand and used the other to spider across his lower tummy again. Sirius tried swatting his hand away but it was no use. 

“I CAHAHAHANT BREATHE AHAHAHAHA” 

“If you can talk, you can breathe.” Remus said, coolly. 

Sirius thrashed about underneath him, screaming and laughing. He was getting more and more red in the face. 

“OHOHOHOHOKAY I GIVE I GIVE”

“Say it.”

‘I…..I….I….”

“Say. It.” 

“I’M BLUHUHUHSHING” Sirius cried out. Remus stopped immediately and Sirius instantly retracted his hands and hid his face. 

“Awh, my little blushy boy.” Remus cooed. He smiled at Sirius for a moment then laid down on top of him, cuddling him close. 

“Are you okay?” Remus asked. Sirius nodded and slowly removed his hands. 

“I love you” Sirius whispered

~~~

Lethargic. That’s how this day was feeling. No amount of doom scrolling on his feeds or playing Subway Surfers was going to help with this sudden decrease in energy. The embodiment of high energy, however, seemed very unfazed by their host’s clear lack of any motivation to do literally anything. Remus scoffed.

“If you’re so bored, then why not hang out with your new fuck buddy?” “I don’t feel like bothering Nico, Remus.”

The sluggish weight on his mind, emotions, and body made him also unfazed by Remus’ antics and dirty word play.

“Well, Thomas~ What the fuck do you want me to do about it?!” “I want you to piss off! That’s what!”

Remus shrugged off the backwards comment.

“You don’t mean that.” “Don’t you have something better to do like finding your fuck buddy?” “I’M TRYING TO HELP YOUR PATHETIC ASS!” “WELL STOP TRYING TO HELP BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT!”

Thomas knew that he couldn’t tune Remus all the way out but he could focus his mind… mind… Logan? Logan! The logical trait rose up in Thomas’ room a few moments later.

“I’m busy! What do you–” “Hey, Whale Penis! Our little skin puppet is being a raging cunt!” “I feel the same about you.” “Hey, Jan-Jan!” “And there goes my attempt to shut you all out.”

The human curled up even more into the pile of blankets, pulling the hoodie to his jacket over his head. Janus merely smirked at how childish Thomas was behaving. He put his hand under the covers to snatch Thomas’ phone out his hands.

“Nooooo~! You’re gonna make me crash– FUCK!!” “That’s what you get for being a sour puss!” “That’s it!”

Thomas launched himself off the bed and attempted to tackle Remus before Logan got in front of him.

“Thomas, stop. You’re not helping either.”

The small spurt of anger subsided as Thomas sighed and with zero buildup, collapsed to the ground, groaning in emotional despair.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” “Because, like it or not, we actually care about you dearly, Thomas. Remus’ way of showing that is a lot more direct than you probably need. There is another way for us to show you that–” “Shut it, Snake Face!”

Thomas was being unusually snarky for some reason. Janus summoned Patton silently, who was cursing quietly under his breath about something. So that might be the source of the problem.

“Patton?”

Patton’s eyes widened as he turned around, acknowledging where he was. He put on that “I’m fine” smile and cheerfully asked what they needed.

“To figure out why Thomas is so… abrasive all of a sudden.” “It’s just unlike Thomas.” “Oh, I’m not entirely sure.” “Ooh, Daddy~! You have the tongue of a Captain!”

Patton’s emotions started flaring up again, for some reason. When he tried speaking again, a croak came out instead. He sighed, giving up entirely on trying to call Remus out on his negative behavior.

“I’ll… I’ll be more careful with emotions.” “Actually, we kind of need your help. I think I’ve come up with an idea to help Thomas.”

Janus placed himself over Thomas’ stretched out arms.

“W-what are you doing, Janus?” “Holding up your arms. Logan, will you secure his ankles?” “My pleasure.”

Thomas started getting this sinking feeling in his stomach.

“You… you’re not planning on getting revenge, are you?” “No. What would ever give you the thought~?”

Remus was now bouncing on his toes.

“Ooh~! Are we going to tickle the douche? I call dibs on his neck!" “The goal isn’t to torture him, Remus." “Awh! Why not?" “Thomas being in a depressed stupor doesn’t give us a reason to be needlessly cruel to him." “I guess…" “‘Ooh~! Is Thomas’ emotions make your dick limp?’” “H-hey! Don’t impersonate me!” “Jan. Be nice.”

For a moment, Thomas had forgotten all about the fact Patton was there. This also made him forget how ruthless his aspects can be when they try to cheer him up. If he was being especially stubborn, they would go for those death spots but would have to cover up his mouth so that he wouldn’t blast their eardrums out.

Janus summoned all six arms and began pinching up and down Thomas’ sides. The latter person burst into airy hysterics, wiggling and shimming to get away from the overwhelming amount of fingers touching him. Those 6 hands soon turned into 10 as the others started kneading his sides too. Remus found one particular spot near his underarms that made him jerk harshly.

“A good spot! Hey, Thomas! How would you feel if I were to start digging, digging–” “REMUS!!” “Yep! This is a great spot!” “Remus. We aren’t torturing Thomas, remember?” “Oh, you three are no fun!” “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” “Remus. Slow down.” “That’s what he said!”

There was a momentary pause as the others got Remus’ hips and started an onslaught of squeezes to them. The way Remus’ entire demeanor changed was laughable.

“NO! NONONONOOOOO!! STAHAHAHAPTHAT!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!” “See? It’s no fun being on the other end, now is it, kiddo?” “Ohohohoho… ehehehehehe… gohohoho to hell, you twink!”

The three went back to ganging up on Thomas before two more figures appeared.

“What the hell are you doing to–” “Well, that’s surprising to say the least.” “Vihihihihihigil… Rohohohohohoho… hehehehehelp me!” “What happened?” “Thomas being a jackass so Snakey came up with a plan to fix that.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and plopped down next to Logan.

“I guess I can help you guys out. Wanna help, Roman?”

Roman, already ecstatic about it, summoned claws for everyone to use.

“Of course, Doom and Gloom!”

Again with the feeling of a million fingers, this time amplified because of the claws. Thomas wasn’t going to be able to stand this much long–

“Nohohohohoho! PahahahahahaTTON!” “Oh, look! Thomas also has ‘saddles’.” “Whahat are ‘saddles’?” “They’re like you and Jan’s ‘stirrups’ on the thighs but there on his sides. Just look at how much they can stretch and wiggle. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle~!”

Thomas’ face was so red that even his ears were burning. He covered his face up in his elbow.

“Awh! You’re so shy about this. It’s okay. Logan also has them!”

It was Logan’s turn to flush as he scolded the moral facet for bringing him into the conversation like had not just previously called out how “thick” Roman and Janus were. Thomas’ thrashing became stronger as he was eventually able to turn his wrist around and somehow, consciously and unconsciously, squeezed Janus’ hip. A slight hiss escaped the deceptive trait as he moved back until he realized what he was doing as Thomas tried to sit back up.

“Oh, no you don’t, you little–” “waitwaitwaitwait– I’msorryI’msorryI’msosohohohohohorry!” “Oho, you’re going to be sorry alright~!”

Thomas shook his head as he felt Janus hold down his wrist and place two more over his mouth.

“Remus.” “Yeah?” “… … Get. Him.” “Ha! Thought you would never fucking ask~!”

Thomas thrashed even more as Remus very slowly, so incredibly slowly clawed into the section of the neck closest to the latter person’s shoulder blade. Thomas’ screams were only partially quieted by Janus’ gloves. He was noticeably red all over now that the Sides believed that his feet were also red.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH SUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” “Now, we can’t understand you like that, Thomas? What are you saying? Are you apologizing to us about your terrible behavior from earlier?”

Face. Ears. Hands. Neck. Sides. Stomach. All were red as Rudolph’s nose. Virgil gave them the signal to stop and give Thomas some time to breathe. The six figments waited for Thomas to calm down completely before asking if he felt better.

“Yehehes– Yes, I do.” “Good to hear, kiddo.” “Aww, does that mean there won’t be a round 2?”

Thomas scooted back away from them, covering his sides.

“Nohohot right now, Remus.” “Oh, boo! Fine! Let’s get Janus!” “No! ReMUS!! Get off of me!” “Payback for last week, Snake Boi~!”

~~~

"MORNING, JANUS!!"

Janus scowled and simultaneously screeched at Remus’ sudden appearance. A sneak attack from the Duke wasn't as uncommon as one might think. Janus should be used to it but alas, it was something that he desperately tried not to let get the better of him. But the question still remained if 6:30 in the damn morning was the appropriate time for this? That something Janus was not prepared to answer.

The only thing that snapped him out of his slightly confused state was Remus pulling up his nightshirt enough for his stomach to be exposed. He was comfortable enough around Remus for the idea of showing off his scales to not bother him as much as it might for the other Sides. However, with the expression Remus had, Janus knew it wasn't a good thing that he was about to do. Though he was in a bit of a panic on the inside, he kept his displeased look plastered on his face.

"Remus? What exactly are you doi–" "I see you have the Monday Blues~! Let me fix that~"

With that, Remus blew into the snake aspect’s belly which made Janus shriek. Janus had to bite his forked tongue to not start belly laughing. Oh, he saw what Remus was up to. So, he wanted to play like that? Fair game then! Janus noticed the latter trait’s shirt had fallen down due to Remus' positioning due to his tentacles being attached to the ceiling. Janus put as much pressure on Remus’ stomach as the emerald trait did on him. The intrusive facet yelped as he felt the harsh blowing against his lower right side, nearly falling to the ground.

Janus caught him before he did though. All six arms out and completely set on wrecking the other aspect of Thomas' mind. Remus thrashed as best he could but could not fight against Janus' multitude of arms without the fear of accidentally hurting him. This went on for a couple of more minutes before Remus bound Janus’ hands together with his own extra appendages. Janus let go, letting Remus recover on the living room floor. It wasn't long before Remus popped back up, ready to start again.