also i said it before and i'll say it again. the fact that t2eb, the single most impressive writing project/challenge i've ever done, all happened in MARCH OF 2020. WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD WAS SHUTTING DOWN AND NO ONE KNEW WHAT TF WAS GOING ON. AND I WAS THERE. WRITING MY T-FIC. LITERALLY WHAT WAS THAT
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It was so much fun to screw with Roman, Virgil thought to himself. It was so easy to get a rise out of him- you didnât even have to do anything bad. Just a harmless prank would get him completely riled up- and thatâs all this was. A harmless prank.
Virgil had just enough time to hop back on his bed by the time he heard someone thundering down the hall towards his room. He straightened his face into something neutral just as Roman threw open his bedroom door, glaring at him with the most vitriol heâd ever seen on anyone elseâs face.
âWhere is he?â
Virgil raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean?â
âCut the shit, Virgil,â Roman hissed, slamming his door and marching over to hover over Virgilâs bed. He shoved an accusing finger into Virgilâs face as he continued, âLogan saw you go into my room earlier, Patton saw you leave with something in your hands. So you have one second-â
He held up one finger in Virgilâs face, which Virgil swatted away.
â-to tell me where Mr. Bear is, or so help me Zeus, I will cut every single one of your hoodies into crop tops.â
Virgil stared at him for just a second before he burst out laughing. âI have never seen you so pissed before, and itâs because you lost your teddy bear?â
Roman scoffed, throwing his hands up into the air. âItâs because you violated my privacy and stole my most prized possession!â
âWell, maybe you should keep your door locked,â Virgil muttered, a smug smile rising to his face.
Roman turned to him with a fierce determination.
âSo you admit you took him?â
Virgil shrugged. âMaybe. But if you wanna save your precious Mr. Bear, youâll need to pay the price.â
Virgil didnât know for sure what he wanted- maybe a one-time favor, or maybe a bunch of small tasks that Roman would have to complete for him. He didnât know and didnât care, but he was excited to find out how much the little prince would offer him-
The world spun as Virgil was suddenly pulled off of his bed by his ankles, hitting the floor with a loud thump. He tried to sit up, but he soon found himself pinned, both physically (because Roman was straddling his hips and holding his arms above his head with one hand) and figuratively (because Roman was looking at him with a deadly gaze that made his stomach flip in anticipation).
âOr,â Roman said, eyes narrowed and dark, âI could just make you tell me where he is.â
Virgil scoffed, but any potential retort died in his throat as he felt Roman slowly hiking up the hem of his t-shirt, exposing his stomach to the cool air of his bedroom.
âThis is your last chance to tell me where you put him,â Roman murmured, hovering his free hand over Virgilâs stomach, âor else Iâm gonna have to tickle you until you confess.â
Hearing that word made Virgil blush a bright red, and he fought the urge to hide his face in his forearm.
âW- what if I say I donât know where it is?â he managed, trying and failing to revive his previous bravado.
Roman drummed his fingers against Virgilâs lower stomach, and the dark side bit his lip.
âOh, but I think you do know,â Roman continued. His fingers began grazing all over the soft skin, making Virgilâs torso twitch under the light touch. Roman raised an eyebrow, and moved his hand back until he reached one certain spot that had made Virgil jump, scratching it just so with his nails. Virgilâs lips curled into a smile, but he was biting his cheek to keep his laughter from spilling out.
âYou know, Virgil,â Roman said casually, refusing to move his fingers from the spot where Virgilâs stomach met his side, âthis would all be over so much quicker if you just tell me where Mr. Bear is.â
âF- fuck off,â Virgil hissed. Roman hummed in consideration.
âNo, I donât think I will.â
And with that, he abruptly switched from gentle scratching at Virgilâs side to digging into his ribcage, all five fingers wiggling and prodding in between each of the bones. Virgil gasped at the sudden acceleration, and his laughter finally burst out of him.
âWhatâs the matter, giggles? You didnât think Iâd make this easy for you?â Romanâs hand moved higher, and so did Virgilâs laughter when he felt a flurry of fingers scratching at his exposed underarm. âDonât you remember that I know all of your tickle spots? So unless you want me to keep tickle-tickle-tickling you, you should really think about answering my question.â
Virgil twisted his body, but Romanâs fingers merely followed him, briefly switching sides to give his other hollow the same tickly attention. His laughter just kept bubbling out of him, and he drummed his feet against the floor.
âRo- Romahahahahan! Nahahahaha- not thehehehere!â
Roman acquiesced, moving upwards to flutter his fingers all around Virgilâs neck. It was a less intense feeling, but still wildly torturous, and Virgil threw his head back and forth as he cackled.
âJust answer the question, Virgil!â Roman insisted, although his voice was laced with amusement. âCanât you answer a simple question? Or do you just love my tickles so much, youâre being bratty and stubborn just to get more of them?â
Virgil shook his head, cheeks burning. Like, fine, maybe he kinda sorta liked when Roman (or anyone, really) would... do this to him. And maybe thatâs why he was refusing to just come out and tell him where the bear is. But Roman didnât have to say that.
âStill not talking?â Roman asked, pulling his hand back and letting Virgil catch his breath. âIâm gonna get you, Virgil. Gonna get your very worst spot, and itâs gonna tickle real bad.â
Virgil had already started giggling again, and Roman wasnât even doing anything. He watched as Roman slowly hovered his hand above his stomach once again, before extending his pointer finger in the air.
âThis little finger,â Roman said lowly, âis gonna go right in your bellybutton. And itâs gonna wiggle and tickle all over that cute little hotspot, and itâs not gonna stop until youâre tickled to tears. So Iâm gonna ask again: Where. Is. Mr. Bear?â
Virgil couldnât drag his eyes away from Romanâs finger, ominously circling in the air. He took a deep breath, met Romanâs eyes, and resolutedly shook his head.
Less than a second later, Roman plunged his fingers directly into Virgilâs bellybutton, and the emo side full-on shrieked with laughter, knees jerking upwards and hitting Romanâs back. True to his words, Roman swirled and spiraled and corkscrewed that finger right into Virgilâs very worst spot, and it tickled like hell.
âR- Rohohohohomahahan! No! Nohohoho plehehehehease!â Virgilâs laughter was frantic and desperate, but he still refused to answer Romanâs question. He wanted to hold on as long as he could
Roman released his hands (Virgil was too weak to even try to fight back anymore) and starting squeezing up and down Virgilâs side while still attacking his bellybutton.
âWhere is he?â he asked again, and he continued to repeat it. âWhere is he, where is he, where is he, where is he, where-â
âTohohohop- tohohohop drahahahahawer! Top drawer!â
Virgilâs body went limp as Roman slowed his hands, his laughter still pouring out of him. To his surprise, Roman didnât get up right away.
âSay it again, Virge?â he asked. âI couldnât quite hear you.â
He squeezed Virgilâs side again, and the edgy side light out an adorable squeal before he managed, âTop drawer! In the dresser!â
Roman patted Virgilâs flushed cheek before standing up, swiftly making his way to the dresser to look for his prize. Virgil simply laid there, feeling relaxed but somewhat sad. He knew Roman was only there for his toy, but for a while, it had been fun to play around, even if he was getting tickled half to death, and he kinda wished they could keep going-
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Roman standing over him, holding the small bear triumphantly.
âFound him!â he declared, making the toy âwaveâ at Virgil, and despite himself Virgil couldnât help but smile.
âYeah, whatever,â he muttered, and allowed Roman to pull him up from the ground... and abruptly push him back onto the bed?
Virgil blinked in confusion. âWhat-â
Before he could finish, Roman bounced onto the bed next to him, placing Mr. Bear onto Virgilâs pillow carefully, before turning to face Virgil.
âYou broke into my room, you stole my stuff, and you lied about it all,â he listed, giving the anxious side a sharp smile. âDonât you think you need a punishment?â
Virgil gaped, but as Roman pushed him to lie flat on the bed and once again hovered over him with wiggly fingers, he couldnât hide his smile at how much fun this was going to be.
[this is actually lowkey p intense and kinda references tickling as ACTUAL torture, so be warned (itâs all consensual tho, donât even worry about that) also i was largely inspired by this post by @fluffymary, specfically the part about Roman, so iâve linked that for your viewing pleasure :3]
Roman had no idea how long it had been. At least a couple hours, if he had to guess, but his capacity for logical thinking like that was severely lacking at the moment.
âFuhuhuhuhuck! I cahahahahahahanât!â
Heâd been craving something recently. Something deeper than the fun, gentle games he normally played with the other sides.
âNohohohoho, ihihit tihihihihihickles!â
And heâd thought about asking one of them to help him, but something was holding him back. Not fear of their judgement, or the worry that they would take it too far.
âWahahahahahait, wahahahahait!â
In all honesty, he was afraid they wouldnât take it far enough.
âAhahahahahahahaha!â
Roman had wanted to be pushed to his limit, past his limit, even. He wanted to be tickled until he reached his breaking point, and then he wanted to be tickled some more. He wanted it to be torture; really, truly torture. He wanted it so much.
And so here he was. The Imagination was a wonderful tool for the creative aspect to wield. It had allowed him to bring so many fantasies to life, so really, what was one more?
He hadnât even had to verbalize what he wanted: as soon as he entered the space, he found himself spread eagle on his back, his wrists and ankles bound, stretching him taut and leaving him immobile.
There had been just a moment of hesitation as he tried to visualize how this was going to happen, but less than a second after he was tied down, two gloved hands were floating above him. Roman knew they were sentient enough to keep him guessing, but still under his control to the point that they would automatically stop the instant he wanted them to.
That knowledge made him feel a little less scared about the whole thing, so with that, Roman nodded, and the tickles had begun.
That was then. This is now.
By this point, Roman was a flushed, sweaty mess. His hair was completely ruined, his clothes had been pulled this way and that from his constant thrashing, and his voice was almost gone from the nearly-ceaseless screams heâd been releasing at the waves after waves of assaulting tickles.
As if it hadnât been bad enough already, the feeling of the hands hovering at his elbows made Roman gasp. He knew what was coming, and he was torn between exhilirated anticipation and outright fear.
âN- no, nohoho,â he whimpered, his nervous smile returning as he craned his head to watch the hands begin tracing down his forearms. They slowly and softly wiggled their fingers, making sure to just barely graze the skin as they made their descent to somewhere much, much more ticklish.
Roman tried to watch both of them at the same time, but it was impossible. His eyes flicked between them, waiting with bated breath to see which one would act first.
He inhaled one last time. âPlease-â
Both hands dove into his armpits simultaneously, and Roman screamed, tossing his head back and forth. For a couple of magical disembodied hands, they were expert ticklers, one drawing teasing spirals into the center of his pit, the other scribbling all five fingers at random against the soft skin.
Roman writhed, throwing his body back and forth as his peals of laughter burst out of him. He threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he cried out in ecstasy. So of course, the hands chose that moment of distraction to change it up: they both began drilling their thumbs into the deepest part of his pits at the exact same time.
Roman jerked his body so hard at the sensations, he actually managed to dislodge one of the hands from his underarm, sending it flying out in front of him. He curled his elbows as close to himself as his bonds would allow, shaking his head as he wheezed through his frantic giggles.
âNahahahaha- nahahat thehehere, please!â
The hands froze, and for a moment Roman was worried something had gone wrong; he didnât actually want them to stop yet, they were programmed not to stop until Roman truly wanted them to, so why-?
His thoughts were shut off as the hand heâd thrown off snapped its fingers, and he was suddenly aware of something binding around his chest. And his elbows. And his knees and his pelvis and his forehead.
Another second passed. He wiggled his body. Nothing. He tried again, straining against the new restraints. He couldnât move a muscle.
Roman felt his breath quickening. Heâd never been bound so thoroughly before. He couldnât even raise his head from the table, couldnât watch the hands anymore. He was totally at their mercy. They could do anything to him.
The realization made a spike of fear curl pleasantly in his stomach. His eyes flicked back and forth, catching a glimpse as the hand floated upwards towards his face, hovering just on the edge of his peripheral vision.
The hand trailed one gentle finger along his jawline, and Roman squealed at the electrifying tingly sensation. Then the hand patted his cheek once, like it was patronizing Roman, before it flew away out of his line of sight.
And right on cue, the two hands returned to their previous tasks, with the added restraints making the sensations feel even more tickly than before.
âAhahahahahahaha- nahahahahahaha- ohohoh my Gohohohohod!â
His peals of laughter had barely started anew before he heard one of the hands snap its fingers again.
And then he felt the hands everywhere, on practically every inch of his defenseless body.Â
One scratched underneath his chin and all over his neck, torturing Roman with the realization that the strap around his head kept him from protecting his neck at all. Occasionally it dipped around to flutter at his bright red ears, swirling a finger around the shell before returning to tease underneath his jaw.
Two were at his hips, alternating between pinching the bones and scribbling at that sensitive strip of skin right above his pantline.
Another two were stationed where his waistline met his side, ruthlessly tasering that soft little divot and making Roman howl, torso jerking uselessly against the sensations.
There were several on his ribs, he assumed, because he could feel way too many fingers crawling up and down his rib cage, each one taking the time to wiggle deeply in between each crevices, sometimes teaming up to massage a particularly sensitive bone all the way around.
Only one hand was at his stomach, but one was all that was necessary: its thumb was tucked securely into his belly button, vibrating the special spot with care, while the other four fingers all made sure to scratch and squeeze as much of his pudgy tummy as they could reach.
Four hands worked on his knees with an accuracy that would be impressive, were it not so awful: two pinching that one particular tickle spot right above his kneecaps, and two using their nails to trace designs on the undersides of his knees. Roman hadnât even realized how much he wanted to move his legs until now, where the restraint managed to keep his knee perfectly still while somehow not covering an inch of ticklish skin.
He couldnât even picture how many hands must be on his feet- there were way too many fingers, all fighting to dig into his arches and scratch at the balls of his feet and work their way underneath and in between every single one of his poor toes.
And, of course, there were the hands at Romanâs pits, his most favorite yet most hated tickle spot. It was his instant death spot, and everyone knew it- all anyone had to do to beat him in a tickle fight was to go for his pits. But in those times, he could always fight back, or get his attackers before they got him, or at the very least beg for mercy.
He had no mercy here. The hands were in tuned to his innermost desires, and they still hadnât stopped. Roman didnât think it could get any worse.
Until.
Until he felt two hands grazing somewhere new, somewhere he hadnât even been touched yet. Somewhere soft, and delicate, and so, so sensitive. Somewhere so ticklish it made the rest of the constant tickling feel like background noise in Romanâs mind.
Because suddenly there were two hands at his thighs, fingers pressed right against that oh-so-special tendon where his legs met his pelvis.
Roman had the blink of an eye to process this development.
And then the hands squeezed. And Roman broke.
It was like all of the other sensations had just been the buildup to this, or maybe it was more like by distracting his nerves at all of his other tickle spots, the sensitivity of his thighs was growing more and more, just waiting until he was right at the edge of insanity to push him over.
Spots appeared in his vision as his laughter went silent immediately. Everything else was gone. All he could feel was that awful, awful pinching at the most ticklish spot on his entire body. No one had ever tickled him there before. He was completely unprepared for the unfathomably unbearable sensation. Over and over and over again, the two hands rhythmically and incessantly squeezing each of his thighs in unison. Roman strained against his bonds, desperate to do anything to shake those hands from that spot, but with restraints at both his knees and his pelvis, there was absolutely no escape from the tickles.
Well, there was one escape, Roman knew. The instant he truly wanted the hands to stop, they would.
But they kept going. And they kept going. And they kept going.
Squeeze, pinch, squeeze, pinch, squeeze.
Roman couldnât breathe. Tears were streaking down his face. His entire body was contracting and spasming against the immobilizing bondage. He shrieked, but no noise came out- his voice had nothing left to give.
And the hands kept going.
The last thought that passed through Romanâs head, before he fully lost himself to this most wonderful torture, was that maybe the hands would never stop. Maybe he would spend the rest of his life here. Maybe he would lose himself to these sensations, and he would never come back. Only time would tell.
[aka âi have no self control and this now must go under a cut bc it is a) 6440 words of ridiculousness, and b) 100% self-indulgentâ. thanks for sticking around, yâall. love ya, mwah]
It was a normal day in the Mind Palace. Patton and Virgil were cooking in the kitchen (well, Patton was cooking; Virgil was sitting on the counter and showing him memes on his phone), while Logan and Roman were resting in the living room (they had started out on opposite ends of the couch, but somehow had come together until Roman was lying against Loganâs chest, perfectly content to nap in that position for the rest of the afternoon.
Yeah, it was a very normal day in the Mind Palace. But not for long.
Logan couldnât honestly tell you what was had started his playful mood. Maybe it was the way Virgil had come downstairs with no hoodie, one of the rare signs that he was feeling comfortable with physical touch today. Maybe it was the way Pattonâs humming and singing as he cooked started to sound more and more like the nursery rhymes they were all so familiar with. Maybe it was the way Roman was nestled against his chest, looking so calm and so content, and yet all Logan could imagine was tickling him to tears.
He smiled softly, and he began moving the hand that was resting on Romanâs stomach in small, not-so-tickly circles. While he kept his gaze on his book, he took note of the way the Roman shifted subtly under his palm, crinkling his brow just a bit in his half-asleep state.
âLogan,â Roman warned lowly.
Logan pretended not to hear him, instead allowing his fingers to drift even lower on his stomach, giving a quick scratch below his belly button to make him jump.
âLogan!â
âHm?â Logan finally replied, casually shifting his gaze from his book to Romanâs pout. âCan I help you, Roman?â
Roman huffed, the beginnings of a blush lighting his face. âStop.â
âStop what?â As Logan spoke, his hand sped up, moving to scratch all around Romanâs trapped tummy. Roman squeaked, pushing himself backwards to escape the tickles, but all that did was trap him even closer against Loganâs chest.
âLoga-an!â he insisted, fighting hard to keep his laughter out of his voice.
âStop what?â Logan repeated, leaning down to graze his lips against the shell of Romanâs ear. âStop what, Roman? I canât stop unless you use your words.â
His breath against Romanâs neck, plus the teasing lilt of his voice, made the creative side squeal softly and try to scrunch his neck up.
âWhy?â was all he could manage, his voice a high pitched whine.
Logan hummed in consideration. âBecause Iâm feeling particularly happy today,â he answered honestly. Roman stopped squirming for a moment as an âawwâ fell from his lips, smiling at Logan fondly.
Logan quirked a brow. âAnd you know what would make me even happier?â
He felt Roman freeze against his chest. When he spoke, his voice was low with anticipation, and his smile now had a nervous tinge to it.
âTickle fight?â
Logan smirked. âTickle fight.â And with that, he blew a large raspberry right where Romanâs neck met his shoulder, and the creative side gasped, slamming a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
âWhy arenât you laughing, Roman?â Logan asked, desperately fighting to keep Roman pinned against his chest. He knew he couldnât hold him back for long, so he focused on breaking his resolve as quickly as possible. âIf youâre not laughing, then this must not tickle. Do you want me to-â
He reached for Romanâs thigh, only getting one good squeeze in before Roman squawked, launching both of them onto the floor at an impressive speed.
They grabbled for a moment, but it was no use: Logan was quickly pinned underneath Romanâs weight on his hips, smirking down at him with a dangerous expression.
âI hope it was worth it,â was all he said before shooting both hands in to wildly scribble at Loganâs tummy.
Logan broke immediately, releasing a stream of high pitched giggles as he desperately batted at Romanâs quick hands.
âAhahahahahahaha- Romahahahahahan!â he cried, but other than that made no move to actually stop him. Roman grinned. He loved how easy it was to make Logan break.
âOh, Logan, you like experiments, right?â he asked brightly. âCan you help me with one? Does it tickle more when I do this-â
He trailed his nails all along Loganâs skin, from the bottom of his ribs to the top of his pantline, scritching and skittering the lightest tickles he could manage. Loganâs giggles came even faster, throwing his torso back and forth in an attempt to escape.
â-Or this?â Roman finished, abruptly switching to squeezing as much of Loganâs pudgy tummy as he could grab. Logan screamed, especially when Roman began twisting one finger into his bellybutton.
âOh, calm down, Specs. This isnât even your worst spot!â
Logan refused to reply, or maybe he was more ticklish on his stomach than Roman remembered, because his giggles only starting coming faster and higher pitched. His eyes, which had been frantically darting around as he looked for an escape, finally managed to focus on something behind Roman.
âHehehehehelp- Virgihihihil!â
Romanâs eyes widened, and a quick glance behind him confirmed that the anxious side had made his way to the living room, and was now watching them on the ground with barely concealed amusement.
âSo thatâs why it got so loud in here, huh?â
Roman grinned. âHey, Virgil, can I get a hand here? Mine are kinda full.â As he spoke, he began drilling his thumbs into Loganâs tummy, sending him further into desperate laughter.
Virgil looked between the two of them for a second. He put a hand to his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
âYeah, I could help you, Roman,â he pondered, ignoring Loganâs pleading for help below him. âOr...â
His eyes glinted, and before Roman or Logan could react, Virgil called, âHey, Patton! Can we get some help in here?â
Logan gasped. âNohohohohoho!â
Eyes wide with delight, Roman grinned at Virgil. âHey, thatâs not a bad idea, Virge!â Already his mind was buzzing with all the ways Patton, the Mind Palaceâs other tickle monster, could help him. Two lers meant one could pin a leeâs arms while the other went to town on their tummy; one could focus on the upper body and one could focus on the lower body; plus, even Roman had to admit that Patton was the best teaser in the Mind Palace, and the thought of him using that talent on Logan was incredibly enticing.
He was so caught up in imagining the tag team tickles he and Patton would give to Logan, that he didnât notice when Patton entered the room behind him.
âOh!â Patton gasped, turning to Virgil with a light in his eyes. âAre we having a tickle fight?â
He wiggled his fingers towards Virgilâs stomach, but Virgil merely batted him away with a laugh and blush.
âActually, uh,â he started, âThey both asked for help, so I wanted to ask you...â
His eyes narrowed, and as he jerked his head in Roman and Loganâs direction, he continued, âWhose side are we on?â
Patton looked from Virgil to the others and back again. His smile grew, and he nodded at Virgil, moving to creep up behind Roman, who was still totally distracting with tickling Logan.
âYou should probably give Logan a break, Roman,â Patton said sweetly, and after giving Loganâs stomach one more good squeeze, Roman relented, sitting back to admire the thoroughly giggly side below him.
âGo ahead and catch your breath, Teach,â Roman cooed. âBecause I-â
He was cut off as Patton grabbed him from behind, pulling him off of Logan and onto the floor, where Patton easily straddled Roman.
âRoman,â Patton said with as much sterness as he could muster, âDid you give Logan a surprise tickle attack? Thatâs not very nice!â
Roman blinked in confusion. He shook his head, indignant. âWhat? No! Logan started it!â
Patton shot a look at Logan, who was curled up on his side and still giggling his head off. He turned back to Roman.
âIt looks like Logan is all tickled out for right now, but I think someone else needs a little punishment,â he teased. Romanâs eyes widened, and over Pattonâs shoulder, Logan was now sitting up, smirking at him smugly.
âBut- not fair!â Roman sputtered. âLogan-â
âWas minding his own business until you got him all riled up, yes, we know,â Virgil interjected. He, of course, suspected Logan wasnât quite as innocent as Patton may have believed, but that didnât mean he wasnât gonna let this opportunity to wreck Roman pass him by.
Kneeling to the ground, he managed to grab both of Romanâs wrists and pinned them to the ground. Smiling over Romanâs face, he continued, âArenât you so glad Pat and I are here to help?â
Roman flushed. He tugged on his arms, but Virgilâs grip was secure.
âPlease,â he started, a nervous smile forming on his face, âplease, please, I didnât do anything!â
Patton ignored him, instead looking to Virgil over his head.
âWhere do you think I should go first, Virge?â he asked, skimming a hand over Romanâs trapped torso and making him squirm. âI mean, I know our little Prince is ticklish all over, but itâs so hard to choose! His tummy! His neck! His thighs! What do you think?â
Virgil hummed, looking down at Romanâs flustered, semi-murderous expression.
âYou should probably go for his sides first, Patton,â he responded oh-so helpfully. âHeâs super ticklish there, right, Roman?â
Roman clamped his mouth shut, but he couldnât hide his bright smile as Patton began walking his fingers up and down his sides, paying a special amount of attention to the divot at his waistline.
âNo! Iâm not- not ticklish!â he managed, despite letting out little huffs of breath as he felt Patton scratch his fingernails against the soft skin.
Pattonâs eyebrows shot up. âOh? Not ticklish? Not ticklish at all?â
His fingers stilled, and Roman took a few quick breaths, shaking his head.
âNope! Not at all, not ti-icklish no please!â
Patton quirked his head, the picture of innocent confusion as he began squeezing up and down Romanâs sides. âBut youâre not ticklish, Roman! Youâre so big and strong, thereâs no way you have such a silly weakness.â
His hands moved up and down the skin, not hesitating to curl his fingers around to scratch at Romanâs back while his thumbs wiggling into his tummy. Roman bit his lip, throwing his head back and forth as he felt the laughter threatening to burst from his throat.
Patton finally stopped, allowing Romn to take a few deep breaths before locking eyes with him again.
âSee? Not ticklish,â Roman insisted.
Patton nodded seriously. âOh, of course. Not ticklish.â
The two held eye contact for a few seconds before Pattonâs hands started to move- he reached behind himself, latching onto Romanâs thighs. Roman tensed.
âStill not ticklish?â Patton asked casually. Roman chest shook with barely concealed giggles. He took one more deep breath and opened his mouth to respond.
âNot- ahahahahahaha! Nohohohoho! Not thehehehehere!â
Patton quirked his head again, a teasy smile gracing his lips. âWhy are you laughing, Ro-Ro? Youâre not ticklish, right? Even if I tickle-tickle these cute little thighs, right? Aw, Roman, youâre such a big boy, of course youâre not ticklish!â His coos were awful, and Roman whined through his laughter, wishing he could hide his burning face.
His hands shifted to flutter his fingers on the soft skin of Romanâs inner thighs, and he bucked wildly, desperate to throw Patton off.
âPlease- ahahahahaha- not there!â
âNot here? Okay!â Patton didnât hesitate before shooting his hands upward to squeeze at his sides yet again, ruthlessly accurate.
Roman gasped with laughter, tugging even harder against Virgilâs grip. âNo, no, no, nonono-â
âYes, yes, yes yes yes!â Virgil replied, smirking at Romanâs growing panic. âPatton, donât you think his armpits look a little lonely?â
Roman shook his head, but Patton smiled widely at Virgil.
âI was just thinking that, kiddo!â And with that, Patton began slowly spidering his fingers up Romanâs sides.
âHere they come, Roman,â Patton sang. âMy wiggly, tickly claws are gonna make you laugh and laugh and laugh...â
âNo!â Roman screamed, turning his body as much as he could. âPat! No! I cahahahanât- canât take it!â
Patton giggled, melodious and sweet. âSure you can! Just be a good boy and keep those arms up nice and high for me, okay?â
With one great scream, Roman yanked his arms out of Virgilâs grasp, slamming them down to his sides... just in time for Pattonâs fingers to find their way into his hollows.
âNohohohohoho! P- Pat- Patton!â Roman screamed, throwing his head back and writhing on the ground underneath Pattonâs touch.
Patton pretended to gasp as he cooed, âOh no! My hands are stuck!â His playful smile turned predatory as he sighed and said, âI guess Iâm just gonna have to keep tickling you until you let them go, huh, Ro-Ro?â
Roman gasped, head weakly falling against the floor as Patton began scratching his fingernails all around Romanâs hollows.
Virgil smiled smugly, leaning over Romanâs laughing face as he taunted, âWell, that was pretty stupid of you, wasnât it, Princey?â
Bright peals of laughter were Romanâs only response, because Pattonâs fingers wiggling inside his armpits were somehow ten times more ticklish than when his arms were up. But despite knowing this, Roman could not make himself lift his arms again, keeping him in what was basically a ticklish hell.
Logan sat back and watched. Seeing Roman get tickled by the Mind Palaceâs worst tickle monster was incredibly satisfying, but he couldnât deny that he still wanted to play. His eyes drifted from Roman and Patton, to Virgil, who was merely watching the two of them with a cocky smile.
Virgil tsked as he stood up, eyeing down at the giggly creative side below him.
âI guess if you donât want me holding your arms up, I can go ahead and get started on your feet-â
He cut himself off as he felt Logan grab his arm, pulling him off balance as he stumbled backwards into his solid chest.
âIâm sorry, did you think you were safe?â Logan said lowly in his ear, breath warm and tickly.
Virgilâs eyes widened. âWhat- you son of a bitch, I saved you!â His harsh words were slightly weakened by the fact that his mouth was turning up in a nervous smile, and his cheeks were quickly growing pinker, and his voice was a little too high pitched to be scary.
âAnd I thank you for that,â Logan replied stomberly, before he smirked. âAnd now itâs your turn, Virgil.â
He dove in to press a kiss on the back of Virgilâs neck, and the emo side couldnât hide the squeal that escaped from his lips. He heard Logan chuckle lowly behind him, blowing warm air all over Virgilâs senstive ears, before pressing three more kisses right behind his earlobe.
Virgil jerked away from the tingly sensation, but Logan only followed him, and the two wrestled each other for the upper hand. Virgil squeezed Loganâs hip, making him jerk away with a yelp, but all Logan had to do was claw his fingers around Virgilâs belly, and the anxious side went down to the ground, Logan easily straddling his waist and pinning his hands below his knees.
âPlease, Logan, please, you donât have to do this-â Virgil begged, unable to stop his body from wiggling as Logan slowly rolled up his t-shirt to exposed his bare belly.
âOh, I know I donât have to do this,â Logan replied, giving Virgil a look that sent shivers down his spine. âBut please understand, I want to do this. Very, very much.â
Virgil gasped as he felt fingers skittering up and down his sides, lightly scratching at his ribs. He giggled, leaning his body as far away from the touches as he could manage- which was, unfortunately, not very far.
âVirgil, how much do you know about anatomy?â Logan asked airily. Virgilâs eyes widened, and he shook his head wildly.
âNo! No! Nohohoho, plehehehease-â
âSo you donât know anything about it?â Logan interrupted, eyes flashing with something dangerous. âWell, let this be your first lesson.â
He grazed his fingers up and down Virgilâs ribcage, and Virgil gasped, frozen in delighted shock for just a moment before falling into wild giggles.
âThe human body has 24 ribs,â Logan stated, speaking loudly to be heard over Virgilâs laughter. âWould you like me to count yours?â
âNo! No cohohohounting- hey!â Virgilâs protests ended with a squeak as Logan started wiggling his two index fingers against both of his lowest ribs.
âOh, come now,â Logan chirped. âHere, Iâll even make it easy for you and count by twos. Letâs see now, thereâs two... four... six...â
As he counted, he moved his fingers up a row, taking his time to prod his fingers all over and in between each bone on either side of Virgilâs ribcage. Virgil gasped and held his breath. He knew this game. He would not move. He would not move. He-
Logan wiggled his fingers on one specific spot halfway up Virgilâs ribcage, and Virgil had no choice but to squeal helplessly as his body jerked back and forth, desperately trying to escape Loganâs tickles.
Logan clicked his tongue in disapproval. âNo, stay still, Virgil. Now I have to start over.â
âNohohoho!â Virgil managed through his giggles, kicking his feet as Logan started from the bottom once more. âLogahahahan!â
âDonât distract me, Virgil,â Logan practically sang. âOr else Iâm gonna have to start all over again.â He wiggled his fingers at Virgilâs lowest rib, and the emo side dropped his head on the floor, covering his face with his hands as he giggled helplessly.
Meanwhile, Patton was still teasing and cooing at Roman, muttering too softly for Logan to hear him, but judging from how bright Romanâs blush was, it was highly effective. Out of his peripheral vision, Logan saw Patton dip in to blow a few well-placed raspberries against Romanâs neck, forcing Roman to squeal desperately as he writhed on the floor.
Logan turned his attention back to Virgil, smiling as he heard how frantic his giggles were coming now that Logan had finally reached his highest ribs.
âPatton just gave me a very good idea,â he confided in Virgil, mercifully pulling his hands away and letting Virgil slump limply on the floor, a goofy smile on his face. He froze in anticipation as he felt Logan slowly rolling up the hem of his t-shirt, lowering himself until his mouth grazed Virgilâs skin, feeling it jump and twitch under his lips.
âLogan, please,â Virgil begged, but Logan ignored him. Instead, he shot him a look over the rim of his glasses, smiling wickedly as he saw Virgilâs blush deepen.
âNow, Virgil, this might tickle.â And with no further warning, Logan blew a noisy raspberry right against Virgilâs exposed side.
Virgil shrieked, body jolting like Loganâs touch was an electric shock. He babbled incomprehensible pleas of mercy, but Logan ignored him in favor of taking a deep breath and blowing another raspberry, this time just to the side of Virgilâs bellybutton. Then one right below his bellybutton. Then one right on his belly button.
Patton finally looked over his shoulder, taking in Virgilâs wide smile and tear-stained cheeks ad Logan blew rapberry after raspberry on his uber-sensitive tummy. Patton felt his protective instincts, the ones that he felt when he saw Logan getting tickle tortured, kick in.
âHang on, kiddo! Iâm coming!â
He turned his attention back to Roman, whose face was turning as red as his sash.
âAlright, Princey,â Patton cooed, âWill you pretty please let go of my hands so I can go save Virgil?â
Roman screamed in response, shaking his head frantically. âI cahahahanât! It tihihickles!â
âAw, I know it tickles so badly. But if you can just lift your arms up, then the tickles will stop! Isnât that what you want?â
The creative sides laughter only got louder- probably because Patton was now vibrating his thumbs into Romanâs highest ribs while still wiggling his fingers under his arms. Hey, just because he wanted to help Virgil, didnât mean he was just gonna stop tickling Roman.
Logan, meawhile, had switched to spidering at Virgilâs hips with one hand while swirling a finger inside his bellybutton with the other, pressing kisses to his stomach whenever he got the chance. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking at Patton.
âIt seems Roman doesnât actually want you to stop tickling him, Patton. Please, feel free to tickle him for as long as you want. Iâll take good care of Virgil over here.â
Hearing Loganâs smug voice reminded Roman that it was his fault that Roman was getting tickled to death right now, and Roman still really wanted to see the usually stoic side get wrecked. So he mustered up all of his remaining strength, and forced his arms up, freeing Pattonâs hands.
âGehehet Logahahan! Pahahatton! Get Logan!â
Patton giggled and ceased his attack, placing a quick kiss on Romanâs forehead before turning on Logan, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
âLogi Bear,â he growled playfully. âHere comes the tickle monster!â
As soon as he heard Pattonâs words, Logan abandoned Virgil and tried to escape, but he just wasnât fast enough: Patton grabbed him around the waist and (gently) forced him onto the ground, lying face-down with Patton on his thighs.
âN-no, no, Patton please!â Logan begged, already giddy from all of the laughter in the room. But it was no use: Patton dug his fingers into Loganâs sides, wiggling his fingers against his pudge in a ruthless attack.
âA tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle, Logie Bear!â Patton cheered, laughing as Logan squealed and tried to buck him off. âOh, are you squirmy, Logie? A squirmy little gigglebug? Aw, come on, Logan, donât try to get away! I know you love my little tickle-tickle-tickles all over your tummy and sides! Just lie still and let the tickle monster tickle you, you sweet thing!â
Patton only laughed. âSorry, honey! Itâs your turn!â He began humming a light, teasy tune as he pushed Loganâs shirt as far up as it could go, easily baring his entire back.
âHey Logan, do you remember this one?â He leaned closer, bracing himself with one arm so he could hover his mouth right over Loganâs ears, while the other hand began its slow, torturous climb up Loganâs back.
âThe itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout,â Patton sang, voice infuriatingly teasy and babyish. The song, plus the way his fingers were gently spidering up the back of Loganâs ribs, made the logical side scream and thrash his body as much as he could under Pattonâs weight.
âDown came the rain, and washed the spider out!âÂ
Patton dragged his nails down Loganâs back, scratching that wonderfully evil sweet spot at the back of his hips, and Logan howled, arms weakly reaching backwards to bat at Patton.
Patton avoided his arms with ease, shift backwards so he could hover his mouth over Loganâs upper back.
âOut came the sun and dried up all the rain!â And with that, Paton began kissing, nibbling, and blowing raspberries all over Loganâs shoulderblades. He squealed at the touch, his voice going even higher when Patton continued to flutter his fingers along his lower back.
âAnd the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout again,â Patton finished, scribbling his fingers all up and down Loganâs spine. The logical side kicked his legs out, but the rest of his body lied weak and limp on the floor, completely overtaken by Pattonâs tickles.
âStohohohohop! Plehehehease!â
Patton hummed in consideration. âBut youâre so cute when you get all giggly, my little Logan!â
âNohohoho,â Logan whined, pressing his face into the floor to hide his burning blush. Patton tsked.Â
âOh, yes you are!â he cooed. âMy little gigglebug. My sweet little snickerdoodle. My ticklish little cutiepants!â As he spoke, he continued scratching his fingers in just the right spots on Loganâs lower back to send him further into hysterics, the teasing making him a hundred times more sensitive.
Virgil laid on the floor where Logan had left him, catching his breath from the ruthless tickle attack. He stretched his arms out, and managed to hold down one of Loganâs ankles, dragging his nails all the way down Loganâs sole in one swift motion.
âNa-ahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohoho! Ahahahahaha!â Loganâs laughter took on a wholly manic tone, suffering under the feeling of his two worst spots being tortured at the exact same time.
Virgil worked his thumb into Loganâs arch, snorting as he had to dodge Loganâs other foot.
âWatch it, Teach!â he called. âCanât handle your feet getting tickled?â
âYou- you- you know I cahahahanât!â
Virgil tsked. âToo bad.â He corkscrewed his index finger in between two of Loganâs toes, and the logical sideâs body siezed, his laughter falling silent.Â
Immediately Patton and Virgil pulled back, and even Roman sat up to make sure Logan got his breath back.
âYou good, kiddo?â Patton asked, moving off of Logan so he could breathe unrestricted.
Logan coughed, nodding. âYes, Iâm- Iâm fine, that was just-â
âToo much?â Virgil asked, guilt laced in his voice.
âJust a bit,â Logan admitted, âbut Iâm not upset, Virgil. I just canât take both at once, but we can keep going.â
Patton giggled. âAw, little gigglebug still wants some tickles?â he cooed, pinching Loganâs cheek. He shook his head, an embarrassed grin rising on his face.
Virgil hesitated, but he trusted Logan to be honest with him. Still, he sat back, a cocky smile on his face as he said, âHey, Pat, maybe you should take the lead? We all know Loganâs got a lot of hotspots on his back. Why donât you find them all?â
His grin grew as Logan swore and Pattonâs gasped.
âWhat a good idea, Virgil!â he replied. He turned his attention back to Logan, gently pushing him over until he was back on his stomach. Despite his grumblings, Logan really didnât protest, assuring everyone in the room that he was still okay with the game.
As Virgil watched Patton give Logan some torturously light tickles in his most vulnerable spots, he was barely aware of Roman crawling over to flop down beside him until he felt a flutter of fingers at his neck.
âGah! Donât!â He jerked his head away, shooting Roman as much of a scowl as he could muster. The creative side smiled coyly at him.
âCall it revenge for holding me down earlier, âkay, Doom and Gloom?â Roman punctuated his sentence by scratching underneath Virgilâs chin, only to yelp as Virgil tweaked his hip in retaliation.
The two locked eyes.
Roman poked Virgilâs stomach. Virgil squished Romanâs side.
Roman scratched at Virgilâs lower ribs. Virgil squeezed Romanâs thigh.
Roman worked his hand into Virgilâs underarm. Virgil dragged his nails along the underside of Romanâs jaw.
That made Roman let out a short squeak. âNo! Stop!â He reached around to tease Virgilâs upper back, sending him into giggles.
âNot- not until you stop!â Virgil retorted breathlessly, latching hs hands around Romanâs knees and giving them a fair amount of scratches.
The two giggly messes went around and around, prodding and teasing at each of the otherâs tickle spots, both of them too tired to fully engage, but not wanting to be the first to give up. They leaned closer and pressed their foreheads together, their giggles rising out of pure giddiness from the silly game they were playing.
An âawwingâ sound brought them out of their game, and Roman and Virgil looked over, pulling apart as they realized they were being watched by Patton and Logan.
âLook at those cuties!â Patton said to no one in particular, watching them with a loving expression on his face. âI could just eat you up!â
Virgil and Roman flushed, gazes darting away from Pattonâs teasing face, until Loganâs expression caught their attention. He was still teary eyed and pink-cheeked, but he was looking at them with a great intensity.
He pointed to Patton, making extreme eye contact with the others, and Roman and Virgil smirked, nodding. Patton looked between the three of them, and suddenly all four of them were on the same page.
Patton stood up quickly, pretending to stretch as he stepped away from the others.Â
âOh, gosh, look at the time!â he chirped, moving backwards as his three friends all stood up and began moving towards him in unision. âI think I need to, um, water my hamster and feed my plants, so-â
He didnât even finish his sentence before he spun around and took off running, the other three in hot pursuit.
âPatton!â Roman called, diving around the furniture, âjust give in!â
âYou know weâre not gonna stop until we get you, Patton,â Logan added, shifting on his feet like a goalie as he tried to anticipate Patton next move.
Patton was grinning wildly. âCatch me if you can!â
He dove out of the room and bounded down the hallway, laughing as he heard Roman and Logan arguing over whose fault it was that he got away.
He was just a few feet from his room at the end of the hallway before something grabbed his sweater, jerking him back.
âThought you could get away?â Virgil asked, and now it was Pattonâs turn to squirm at the feeling of warm breath against his ear. Before he could respond, he felt Virgilâs arms going around him and lifting him into the air, until Virgil was carrying him bridal style back down the hallway.
Patton squealed, clinging tightly to Virgil. âVirgil! Put me down now!â
Virgil hummed in consideration before shaking his head. âNah, I donât think I will.â
As they got closer, Patton could hear Roman and Loganâs voices getting louder. Roman and Logan, whom Patton had just tickled to near-death. Who were waiting to tickle him back. Who were not gonna stop untl he was a teary, exhausted mess.
Patton turned to Virgil, eyes wide.
âI warned you, Virgil.â
Patton took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right in the crook of Virgilâs neck, making his knees buckle as he squealed in desperation.
âP- Patton! You- nohohoho, stohohohop!â Virgil managed, laughter raising as Patton furiously shoved his fingers down to wiggle blindly at Virgilâs tummy and sides.
âIâm sorry, kiddo!â he replied. âI didnât wanna do this!â Which was a lie, honestly, but Virgil couldnât call him out on that, because now Patton was nibbling at his neck and collarbone, and Virgilâs arms were going weak, letting Patton get closer and closer to escaping.
âPahahahattohohon! Nohohot fair!â
âHm?â Patton replied, pressing his mouth against Virgilâs skin to send vibrations down his neck. âWhatâs not fair, kiddo?â
âAhahahaha- itâs your turn!â Virgil screamed, falling against the wall for support. He gasped for breath, giggles streaming out even after Patton had pulled back.
âItâs your turn,â he repeated once more. âItâs fair.â
When he finally managed to calm himself, he cracked his eyes open slowly, shocked to find Patton just looking at him, not even trying to get away.
â... I guess youâre right, Virge,â he said softly, a nervous smile gracing his face. âIt is my turn, huh?â
Virgil blinked in surprise before he smiled back, and he recollected Patton in his arms before marching back towards the living room.
âGot him,â he announced to Logan and Roman, who were watching the two of them like predators stalking their prey. âI think heâs sorry about earlier- arenât you, Patton?â
He pinched the back of Pattonâs thigh in his hold, and Patton gasped, clinging tighter to Virgil. He nodded frantically.
âYep! So sorry!â
Logan and Roman watched him with twin expressions of softness mized with determination.
âWe forgive you, Patton,â Roman said, stepping forward run his hand through Pattonâs hair. âWe know you just love playing with us.â
He pressed a small kiss to the top of Pattonâs head, surprising the others with his tenderness.
âIndeed,â Logan said next, joining Roman to rub a hand up and down Pattonâs forearm. âIt was all in good fun, we know that.â
He gave Patton a kiss as well, this time on his temple. Patton giggled lightly, leaning into the touch.
âYou know what else we know?â Virgil asked. He leaned close to Pattonâs ear, fluttering his eyelashes to give him butterfly kisses on his cheeks as he murmured, âWe know how much fun it is to get you back.â
His pressed his kiss underneath Pattonâs ear, and the moral side squeaked, twisting his head away.
âWhy?â he whined. Roman, Logan, and Virgil shared a look.
âBecause,â Roman replied, âyouâre adorable.â Kiss on the shoulder.
âAnd lively,â Logan added. Kiss on the neck.
âAnd fun,â Virgil said. Kiss on the nose.
âAnd gentle.â
âAnd ruthless.â
âAnd loving.â
âAnd soft.â
âAnd warm.â
âAnd perfect.â
âAnd fun.â
âVirgil said that already, Roman.â
âI mean, itâs true.â
It didnât even matter, because Patton couldnât hear them over his own giggles; each compliment was paired with a tickly kiss on his upper body, all over his face and neck and shoulders and chest. Virgil laid him down on the ground, easing up his polo shirt, and they kept going, scattered kissing and compliments all over his skin.
By the time they pulled back, Pattonâs chest as heaving with laughter, his tummy as red as his cheeks from all of the kisses.
âAre- are you done?â he asked, unable to keep a note of disappointment out of his voice. The three of them shared another look before turning their devious smiles toward Patton.
âJust take advantage of the break, Padre,â Roman replied, patting his cheek with care.
âYouâre gonna need it,â Virgil muttered. Patton turned to him, his stomach flipping at the ominous tone of voice.
âWhat- what do you mean?â
âI think we all know that was just a warmup,â Logan said. Before Patton could respond, Logan shifted just slightly, until he was hovering his hand right over Pattonâs hips.
Pattonâs mouth shut with a clack. Oh, no.
Virgil shifting backwards, easily settling next to Pattonâs knees. âI mean, itâs gonna tickle really bad, but I know you can handle it.â
âOr maybe not. Weâll find out,â Roman added cheerfully. Patton looked at him with anticipation as he crawled over the floor, coming to settle at Pattonâs feet.
Patton started giggling again, shaking his head in anticipation.
âNo, no, no, no, no,â he babbled. None of them made any move to tickle him first; instead, they all hovered their hands right over his worst tickle spots, watching him with dangerous grins as he worked himself up into a hypersensitive state.
Fnally, he couldnât take it anymore.
âWhen are you gonna start?â
âWhen you ask,â Virgil replied immediately. Patton flushed.
âI donât wanna ask!â
âThen I guess weâll never start,â Logan finished. His fingers twitched, causing Patton to jerk his hips away, to no avail.
âWe can just stay right here, Patton,â Roman said, voice low and teasy. âJust feel our fingers, wiggling so close to your vulnerable little tickle spots. Can you feel it? Does it tickle already?
He could feel it, and it did tickle already, but that didnât mean he could just outright say it.
âHow about this?â Virgil added. âLetâs make it a countdown. When we hit zero, you ask us politely to tickle you to death. If you donât ask, weâll try again. And again. And again. All night long if we have to.â
Pattonâs giggles were bubbling up in his chest.
âThree...â
He couldnât do this. He was going to die.
âTwo...â
... But he wanted to do this.
âOne-â
âTickle me please!â he blurted, slamming his hands over his mouth. But it was too late.
The second his words were out, all three of the others dove in to attack him simultaneously.
And it was around this moment that all three of them remembered something about when the Mind Palaceâs biggest tickle monster finally gets wrecked:
Patton was a screamer.
He shrieked relentlessly as Logan starting drawing delicate designs all over Pattonâs hip bones, as Virgil squeezed the spot just above his kneecaps in rhythm, and as Roman scratched a nail along the wrinkles of Pattonâs feet. There was hardly any actual laughter,just wordless wails of gleeful agony, but as the other sides sporadically paused their individual attacks to let him catch his breath, there was nothing that could stop the furious giggles easily spilling from his lips.
And then Logan would switch to vibrating his thumbs in the divots of Pattonâs hips, and Virgil would work his hands underneath Pattonâs legs to tease the soft skin of his knee pits, and Roman would work his fingers underneath and in between each and every one of Pattonâs toes, and the screaming laughter would start anew.Â
âA tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle, Patton!â Logan cooed, taking on Pattonâs favorite form of babytalk. âTickle-tickle here, and tickle-tickle there, and tickle-tickle everywhere!â
âAw, can Patton not handle some tickles in his most favorite spots?â Virgil asked. His fingers played hopscotch over Pattonâs kneecaps as he continued, âJust sit back and take it, Popstar. We all know how much you love it.â
âWhereâs that spot, Padre?â Roman called. âI know thereâs a spot under one of these toes that makes you scream all high-pitched and crazy- oh, there it is! I think Iâll stay here a while, how about that?â
This game went on for an undetermined amount of time- by the time Patton, voice hoarse and scratchy, finally gave his safeword, the sun was setting, casting the room in a warm glow.
No one spoke for a while, until Patton raised his weary head. He waved at the three of them vaguely.
âCâmere.â
After a moment of hesitation, Logan, Roman, and Virgil all moved to join Patton in cuddling on the floor.
Logan summoned water for all four of them, and Patton summoned all of their favorite snacks, and Virgil dragged all of the blankets and pillows in the room onto the floor, and Roman snapped his fingers and started a Disney movie on the TV.
The four of them curled up together, warm from the blankets and from their laughter and from each other. They didnât have to talk about it. They all knew they felt the same.
It wasnât a completely normal day in the Mind Palace. But it was a good one.
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âNo,â Virgil insisted, his eyes wide in fear. He crawled backwards on the floor, desperately trying to get away from the two figures looming over him.
Deceitâs eyes were dark, four of his arms extended and ready to strike. âYou brought this on yourself. You shouldnât have tried to get away.â
âPlease, I didnât mean it, I wonât do it again-â Virgil babbled. He felt a wall against his back.
âOh, damn right you wonât do it again!â Remus crowed, his gleeful smile just as terrifying as Deceitâs stoic expression. He cackled as Deceit shot out two arms to trap him in place aginst the wall. Remus knelt down next to Virgil, who was fruitlessly attempting to worm his way out of Deceitâs hold.
âKnow why?â Remus asked, bringing his face close to Virgilâs terrified expression.Â
âBecause weâre never gonna let you go again.â
With that, Remus leaned forward and blew a huge raspberry on Virgilâs neck.
Immediately the emo sideâs demeanor went from scared to giddy, his face scrunched up in laughter as he kicked his legs frantically.
âNo no nonono, Remuhuhus!â he squealed, his laughter rising as the creative side merely burrowed deeper and blew another raspberry, making sure that he wiggled his mustache enough to tickle Virgilâs sensitive skin.
âHm?â Remus hummed against the skin. âWhatâs up, Stormy?â
Virgil couldnât respond; his attention was rather forcefully grabbed by two hands digging into his sides, the thumbs wiggling mercilessly into his stomach.Â
âDeedee!â
Deceit snickered. âAw, Virgey, are you having fun?â
He shook his head, but no amount of protests could hide the goofy smile on his face. Remus and Deceit shared a look before attacking Virgilâs neck and belly button in unison, making their victim shriek with laughter as he desperately attempted to curl away from the tickles.
The two lightened up their tickles for a moment, letting Virgil catch his breath. He was silent for so long that Deceit and Remus dropped the act, coming closer to him to ensure that he wasnât hurt.
Virgilâs eyes darted open just as the two of them were face to face with him.
âI think,â he said, eyes darting between the two of them, âthat someone else needs a turn.â
Without warning he leapt forward, grabbing Remus and pinning him to the ground, scrambling to sit on his thighs. He wasted no time in digging his hands into the creative sideâs hips, relishing in the way Remus immediately broke into full cackles.
âV- Vi- Virgihihil!â he gasped, his laughter coming faster as Virgil moved one hand to claw at his tummy while the other stayed spidering at his hips.
Remus turned, weakly raising an arm to Deceit. âDehehehe- hehehelp!â
Deceit paused for a second, looking between the two of them before smiling.
âWith pleasure.â
Remus watched through bleary eyes as Deceit extended four arms, moving them down past Virgil, toward Remusâ... legs... oh, fuck.
âNo! No no nonono, Deedehehehe!â Remusâ pleads went ignored as Deceit used two hands to torture Remusâ knees, while the other two slipped off his shoes and went to town on his soles and toes.
Remus writhed, throwing his head back and forth. Virgil slowed his hands, watching with delight as Deceit wrecked Remusâ two worst spots.
Remus looked up into Virgilâs teasy face. A lightbulb went off over his head. Through his wild laughter, he subtly pointed to Deceit, making rather intense eye contact with Virgil as he did so. The emo side seemed to understand, because he casually swung himself off of Remusâ body.
Deceit paid him no mind, having too much fun tormenting Remusâ little piggies while tracing shapes behind his knees. He was having so much fun, in fact, that he was completely unprepared for Virgil and Remus lunging forward, each of them grabbing two of Deceitâs arms in their hands, yanking him within their reach.
âWhat?â Deceit started, shocked at their brevity. He opened his mouth to complain, but then each of them let one of his arms go, using their now free hands to begin poking and prodding all along his ribs.
âHa-!â Deceit squawked, flushing at the undiginified sound, but he could barely think about that when Virgil and Remus were now expertly tag teaming on his ribcage, Virgil pinching up one side as Remus pinched down another.
âOh, I just love a little payback,â Remus crowed. âDonât you, Virgil?â
Virgil didnât respond, just chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Deceitâs spine. He tried to reach his other two arms out to pull them off or tickle them back or anything to make it stop, but he was wholly shocked by Remus and Virgil darting their hands in to wiggle their fingers at his, now exposed, armpits.
âUh oh!â Virgil mocked. âDouble the arms, double the pits...â
âDouble the tickles!â Remus finished, and the two continued, alternating between Deceitâs ribs and his pits.
Deceit laughed and laughed, thrashing fruitlessly to escape. He could barely focus on anything, but he eventually came to a belated realization: he only had 4 arms right now. Which meant...
He screwed his eyes shut, digging deep within himself to concentrate on manifesting his other two arms. He kept them low to the ground, out of sight of his current torturers. While Remus and Virgil taunted him, Deceit was focused on snaking (pun intended) his arms behind the two of them, slowly raising his hands in the air, hovering them over their backs, until-
Virgil and Remus jumped and squealed in sync at the feeling of fingers skittering up their spines. They whipped around in confusion, only to fall backwards into mirthful giggles as each of the hands darted forward to attack their tummies.
Deceit sighed in relief as they released his other arms in their laughter, allowing him to move forward and lean over them ominously.
âOh, that was very, very silly of you,â he said, eyes narrowed. âLooks like the Tickle Monster is gonna be busy for the rest of the day.â
It was a calm, comfortable evening. The lights were low, the blankets were warm, and the TV was providing a pleasant background noise as Patton and Deceit cuddled on the couch.
Although they had started the night sitting next to each other, the two sides had moved closer and closer to each other until Deceit was practically curled up in Pattonâs lap, their hands clasped together in front of him. It wasnât often that the snake side was so open to physical touch, but Patton certainly wasnât complaining.
âTired, lovebug?â he asked as Deceit yawned for the third time in as many minutes.
âMhmm,â was the only reply he got. Patton smiled softly and pulled the other side a little closer to his chest, unwittingly prodding his fingers into Deceitâs side as he did so.
In his half-alseep, blissed out state, Deceitâs genuine reaction to the touch was a small, light giggle.
âNo,â he whined, actually whined. He batted Pattonâs hand away. âTickles.â
The silence that followed his offhand comment shouldâve set him off that something was going to happen, but it wasnât until he caught a glimpse of Pattonâs smile in his peripheral vision that his brain caught up with his mouth.
âYouâre ticklish?â Patton asked, glee and mischief lacing his voice.
Deceit stiffened, suddenly much more awake than he was a moment ago. âAbsolutely not.â
âBut you just said-â
âI was lying,â he interjected, but his voice lacked his usual cool confidence.
âNo, I think I know what you sound like when you lie, sweet pea,â Patton teased. âPlus, I definitely heard you giggle just now.â
Deceit squirmed, a blush already warming his face at Pattonâs words.
âWell, you misheard me, because Iâm not ticklish,â he muttered.
Big mistake.
Patton tightened his grip around Deceitâs waist, pulling him closer and resting his head on his shoulder.
âNow that? Thatâs a lie, honeybunny.â And with that, Patton began bouncing his fingers up and down Deceitâs ribs.
Deceit gasped, slamming a hand over his mouth. Patton laughed lowly in his ear.
âI thought you said you werenât ticklish?â he asked, leaving little pinches as he wiggled his fingers up and down Deceitâs ribcage. He could feel Deceitâs chest bouncing with the effort to not laugh. It was an adorable attempt, truly. But it wouldnât last long.
âUh oh,â Patton cooed. âDoes someone have some giggles stuck in their tummy? I think I should help you get all those itty-bitty giggles out, huh, bumblebee?â
His hands moved lower, scribbling all over Deceitâs tummy and laughing as he watched Deceitâs hands jerked to grab at Pattonâs, leaving his barely-contained smile out in the open.
âOh, Deedee,â Patton sang, making Deceit scrunch his neck up at the tingly sensation. âDonât ya wanna laugh for me?â
Deceit lost his grip on Pattonâs hands, and his body as they spidered up his sensitive sides until they sat in Deceitâs armpits- not tickling, not moving, just there.
The two sat there for a minute before Patton leaned closer to Deceitâs left ear, ghosting his breath over his scaled skin.
âThree...â
Deceitâs eyes widened, and he tried to squirm away, but he quickly found that any movement at all made Pattonâs fingers tickle his armpit.
âTwo...â
Pattonâs breath was warm, and it sent phantom tickles down Deceitâs spine. He shook his head, but he knew what was coming.
âOne.â
Patton began scratching his fingers all over Deceitâs hollow, while blowing a raspberry behind his left ear at the exact same time.
Deceit screamed with laughter, completely blindsided by the double tickle attack on not just one, but two of his worst spots. He writhed on Pattonâs lap, struggling against his instinct to keep his arms clamped at his sides, because the fact that Pattonâs hands were âtrappedâ against the sensitive skin made it tickle so much more.
âOh, so you are ticklish!â Patton crowed. âTickle tickle tickle, my little chickadee! Kitchy kitchy goo!â
Deceit squealed, Pattonâs words sending sparks through him. Then he heard Patton take an exaggeratedly deep breath, and he barely had time to say âPlease!â before Patton was blowing another raspberry, this time on the back of his neck.
They played this game for a while, Patton tickling and teasing Deceit while Deceit fell into hysterics on his lap. After what felt like forever, but was only a few minutes, Patton finally pulled his hands out and rubbed them soothingly over Deceitâs forearms, pressing a couple kisses to his neck that made him shiver.
âSorry, dearie,â he murmured. âI know you donât like it that much-â
âI didnât say that!â Deceit burst. He immediately wished he could take the words back, but as he looked at the surprised expression on Pattonâs face, he merely sighed fondly.
âI didnât say that,â he repeated, grabbing Pattonâs hand and lacing their fingers together, bringing it to his lips and giving him a kiss. Patton smiled wider than he thought was possible.
âThen can I keep going, snickerdoodle? Please?â
Deceit sighed again, but his good natured smile on his face betrayed his act.
âThis is not fair, this is not fair, this is not FAIR!â Remus screams broke down into unintelligible laughter, occasionally snorting as Deceit hit yet another tickle spot.
âWhatâs not fair?â Deceit challenged, his two middle hands vibrating their thumbs into Remusâ tummy. âIf I have six arms, Iâm going to use them.â
Remus couldnât respond to that, too busy kicking his legs as Deceit managed to pinch and squeeze at both of his knees at the same time. With his arms being securely pinned by Deceitâs final pair of hands, the creative side had no choice but to take whatever Deceit did to him.
âHm, I think someone might have a little tickle spot or two,â Deceit drawled, completely comfortable as he watched Remus fall apart below him. âDonât struggle, honey. Think of it as just me using a... âtactical advantageâ.â
His fingers suddenly skittered outwards to spider up and down Remusâ sides, while his other two hands crawled even lower and started tweaking his toes.
Remus gasped, pulling his arms in any attempt to free himself from Deceitâs grip, but Deceit only laughed.
âOh, does someone think they can escape?â he cooed. âPoor little Remus, stuck in my trap. Nowhere to go and no one to save him!â
Remus was in a giddy panic. The tickles were driving him crazy, and Deceitâs snarky voice felt like bugs crawling across his skin, and he couldnât do this, he was going to die giggling on the floor like a fool all because of Deceit and his goddamn six arms.
Remusâ eyes burst open. Idea.
He let himself fall even further into laughter, thrashing his body and screaming just a bit louder than he naturally would. He snuck a peek at Deceitâs face, took in the joyful expression he got whenever he got the chance to tickle Remus to death, and after a few moments, he felt Deceitâs hands slow, his fingers resting in the dips of Remusâ hips and underneath his toes.
âAw, does somebody need a little break?â he asked sweetly, shifting slightly in his position on Remusâ hips. âGet your breath back, darling, because when I start again Iâm not stopping-â
In a flash, Remus was lunging at Deceit, startling him enough to make him fall backwards and accidentally release Remusâ hands. With the agility of a man whoâd spent his entire life dueling with his brother, Remus threw himself on top of Deceit, reversing their positions.
Deceit paused in shock before laughing incredulously. âOh, if you thought it was bad before, you are gonna get it now-â
But Remus only grinned, because at that moment there was a flurry of movement and green, slimy skin, and suddenly Deceit was rather thoroughly pinned by Remusâ own tentacles.
There was a beat of silence before Deceit began tugging at his bonds, his cocky expression dropping into one that could only be described as fear.
âLet me up and Iâll do anything you want, anything, Remus, Iâm serious!â
âGiving up already?â Remus asked. Deceit nodded immediately.
âYes, yes, Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, please let me go, please donât tickle me-â he babbled. He never was afraid to beg, Remus recalled.
The creative side hummed, pretending to ponder, before shaking his head with a cackle.Â
âNah!â
And with a snap, one tentacle began hovering over Deceitâs torso. It gave a little wave to Deceit, who was still shaking his head and begging for mercy, before coming to play with Deceitâs ribs.
Oh, Remus wished he had a camera with him. To see the great Deceit immediately break down into the most helpless, desperate laughter youâve ever heard, all from one little tentacle playing hopscoth across his ribs.
âRehehehehehemus!â he squealed, voice somehow going even higher when another tentacle starting wiggling along the other side of his ribcage, while even more took their places in all six of his underarms. âPlehehehehehease!â
Remus merely laughed, settling back to watch his tentacles take Deceit apart without him even having to lift a finger.
âAw, donât struggle, honey! You should be proud of me, you know, for using my âtactical advantageâ-â
