A/N: Credits goes back to Fluffymary (Their art is amazing!!). I actually wrote this almost three years ago believe it or not. I had made a re-write before but wanted to add a bit more since it felt rather abrupt and short. So, with that said, enjoy 💚✨
Concept(s): Art-Based Fic, Remus being a prankster, Remus is a little shit, Remus is ticklish, The other Sides get their revenge on Remus, They are a FamILY
Pairing(s): (Platonic) DRLAMP
Prompt(s): "Remus being put in tickle jail" ~ Fluffymary
Synopsis: Remus is put in tickle jail after pranking the others for a few weeks straight.
Trigger(s): Vague mentions of a smut, Food, Innuendoes, Light Bondage (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)
Word Count: 540 words
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The MindScape nuisance was on a pranking spree as usual. Every now and then, one of the others would be caught in a trap that would put them in awkward positions that left a certain area of theirs vulnerable to sensitive attacks and some that would involve moving a couple of items every few seconds to see if the person would notice. The pranks were mostly harmless for Remus pranking standards but they were still getting slowly out of hand and since repression wasn't an option, they had to confront him sooner or later. Two weeks of this ordeal and the others were finally sick of it.
Maybe it was molasses and feathers that made Janus banshee scream, or putting the sleeves of Logan’s books on his own self-binded smut stories. Or... maybe... the time he put some of Patton's collectible Squishmellows in a small guillotine. Or dyed all of Virgil's clothes red and Princey's clothes black. Or replacing Roman's Disney collection with CDs of the original Grimm's version of the fairytales.
The Sides set up a different kind of trap for the intrusive figment. They got Janus to summon Remus, who was immediately ecstatic at the idea of having more fun. But what Remus didn't realize was that it was a trap for himself. Soon Remus’ ankles were locked into stocks, wrists bonded to the floor of the living room. He stammered, asking what this was all about.
"Oh, Remus~ You know all too well why this is happening~"
"No, I don’t, Janny! Was it the last prank?! In all fairness, I think Roman is just a poor sport. I could have actually dyed your hair white."
"That baby powder made my foundation cakey."
"Consider it an improvement, bro."
The others gathered around the stocks, with one of them snapping off Remus’ boots. Remus chuckled nervously as Roman wrote the punishment on the board that read:
Tickle Jail!
Name: Remus
Crime: He’s a little shit. Show no mercy 💚
Said aspect held back the toes on Remus’ right foot, allowing the Janus to skitter under them. Remus immediately began cackling, his body shaking and thrashing. With all of them putting their own personal spin on the torment, Remus was barely able to make a comeback or rebuttal to any of this.
Between Patton’s soft teases of "You’re in for oodles of fun, little Octo!" and "Aww~ You’re snorting! Can you count how many times you’ve done it?", up to Logan “counting” his toes, code for counting then writing it down only to then not “properly” write whatever number due to Remus’ thrashing and having to clean it to write it again, all the way down to Roman singing Nursery Rhymes.
"Guhuhuhuhuys! Wait! Sorehehehehery!"
"You have been up to your pranks for weeks now. No apologies here."
If Remus were to be honest with himself, it was too much and yet it was so much fun. He had been wanting this for weeks, for someone to give him some undivided attention. Maybe not in this particular way but it worked. He had, in fact, been a little shit and was getting punished for it. And Remus knew that the others would not stop any time soon. Which was fine by him.
IN THAT C A S E--- 👾 with ler!deceit and lee!logan or remus (or b o t h bc I'm that much of a multishipper hA—) ~ Sensey
,,,,,, felix i’m actually sorry for dragging this old ass ask back KDJFHDSJFHDSJDHJ. this was one of the very first requests i ever received on this blog and i. never did it. but i also never deleted it KDFJHDJFHDJFHDJ. soooo anyways :3
tickletober day 2- “chase”
word count: 1,571 words
Logan couldn’t tell you how this had happened. One moment, he and the others had been having a nice picnic in the Imagination. The next moment, he and Remus were diving through the leaves of the thick jungle Remus had created for the afternoon, adrenaline pounding through their veins as they desperately tried to escape.
“This way, smexy!” Remus hissed, yanking Logan none too lightly by the wrist as they bobbed and weaved through the trees.
“Do you even know where we’re going?” Logan asked, speeding up so he and Remus were running side by side.
Out of his peripheral, Logan saw Remus grin wildly. “Anywhere but there! Just keep running, nerdy Wolverine!”
“Fine,” Logan replied, pulling ahead to run in front of Remus. “But you know we can’t run forever. I still think we should double back and head for the exit, before it’s too late.”
Logan waited for Remus to respond, but there was nothing. He slowed his run until he was standing still, listening for Remus’ footsteps behind him. Nothing.
“Remus?”
No response.
Against Logan’s better judgement, he turned around, cautiously treading back the way he’d come. Part of him wanted to keep running, but a greater part of him wanted to make sure Remus was alright.
(Plus, although he’d never admit it, there was an infinitesimal part of him that was petrified by the idea of being found alone, in unfamiliar territory, by the monster they’d been running from.)
The tall trees cast threatening shadows across the entire jungle floor, making it impossible to tread quietly: every time Logan stepped on a branch and heard it crack under his feet, he was certain that the noise would attract the monster they’d been running from. But despite how loud he was being, nothing came to help or hinder him.
It wasn’t until he reached the edge of a small clearing before he realized: something else was making much more noise already.
“You stupid, pointless– who would even put a rock right there?”
Remus’ voice cut through the ambient noise of the Imagination. Creeping forward in the shadows, Logan came across the creative side sprawled on the ground after apparently tripping over a rock. Remus was scowling darkly and muttering to himself, but there was an air of electric excitement around him that even Logan could pick up on.
Hurriedly, the dark side rose up and turned in a circle, looking around the edge of the clearing until his eyes locked with Logan’s.
Remus sighed in relief, a small smile on his face as he stepped forward.
“Took you long enough, Smartwatch, I thought I’d have to leave you behind–”
Something shot out from the treetops above Remus and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking him up into the air and out of Logan’s sight.
Logan froze, his heart rate drastically increasing at the sudden terror. He heard rustling in the trees, and through the bushes, and all around him, and he spun in a circle in a frantic attempt to find where it was coming from.
A scream from behind him made him jump around again, peering into the clearing with wide eyes. There was a rustling, a crackling, and suddenly Remus dropped into the clearing– but he didn’t hit the ground.
From his half hidden position, Logan could only see Remus’ feet, kicking wildly in midair. He dared to step a little closer so he could make out Remus’ current position, but a dark laugh made him freeze in place.
“Thank you for dropping in, Remus. I was beginning to worry I had just missed you.”
Janus stepped forward from the other side of the clearing, smirking upwards. Logan craned his neck, and finally he could see Remus: the creative side was suspended in midair, held aloft by one of Janus’ arms. The arm was coming from the treetop above them, and apparently had stretched long enough so that it could securely wrap once around Remus’ waist, before stretching back upwards to grab the tree branch and leaving Remus dangling in the air by his waist.
“Oh, lurking in the shadows again, you wannabe Bond villain?” Remus hissed, struggling fiercely in Janus’ hold. “I’ll bite the shit out of your arm if you don’t let me go!”
“Is that so?” Janus asked. “Well, let’s give your mouth something better to do, then, shall we?”
Remus barely had time to gasp the word “kinky!” before he was screeching with laughter. Logan’s heart beat wildly in his ears. He tried to peer closer to see what was happening, but all he could make out was a flurry of yellow-gloved hands scrambling all over Remus’ torso.
Janus laughed along with him, moving closer and gently lowering Remus in his restraints until the creative side were merely a dozen feet above the ground.
“You know, you should really watch where you’re running, Remus. Anything could be lurking in this jungle of yours. Aren’t you so glad it’s just little old me who caught you first?”
Remus shrieked, wiggling fiercely. Logan could see a hand squeezing his hips, and his chest trembled in giddy solidarity. He couldn’t imagine being in Remus’ position.
“Now, where can I find my next victim?”
Logan’s heart dropped to his stomach. Please, Remus, he thought desperately, stay quiet for once–
“There!” Remus shrieked, kicking one leg straight forward directly to where Logan was crouching among the bushes. “Fuck him up– ahahahahaha!”
Remus’ laughter overtook his words again, but it was too late. Logan understood for the first time what “fight or flight” truly meant; his brain and his body couldn’t agree on what to do against the threat right in front of him. His eyes drifted around the clearing, slowly, trying to look for any escape routes–
Only to lock eyes with Janus’ piercing golden stare.
“Found you.”
Logan ran. His shoes slammed against the forest ground, hyper aware of the rocks and tree roots that lined the path, desperate to avoid meeting the same fate as Remus. Blood rushed in his ears. His lungs burned. And despite it all there was a wide, feral smile on his face. He was going to be caught. He was going to be found, he was going to be tickled, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He whipped around the trees, barely aware of where he was going, making sure to leap across yet another tree root in his way–
Only for the root to shoot up and catch his ankle in midair.
Logan shouted, more in shock than anything else, but before he could fall face first into the ground there was something grabbing him by the back of his shirt collar, and finally around one outstretched arm. His heart hammered, adrenaline still running through his veins, as the hands– because that what they were, of course, more yellow-gloved hands– gently maneuvered him to stand on his feet again, but facing the way he’d come from. The hands on his ankle and collar released, but one stayed wrapped around his arm.
Logan stared at it. Giggles were building up in his chest already. “Please, no–”
The hand pulled. Logan hesitated, pulling back, but the hand pulled harder, and harder, until he was forced to stumble along with it as it dragged him none too gently back down the path.
Back to the clearing where Janus had trapped Remus.
“Nnnnnnno, no no no, wait wait wait–” Logan pleaded through his growing smile. Could Janus hear him? He stumbled through the dirt, stomach swooping as he saw the light of the clearing come closer and closer. Remus’ laughter still rang out amongst the trees.
“Welcome back, Logan! Thank you so much for joining us,” Janus said grandly as he pulled Logan back into the circle. The hand returned back underneath Janus’ cape, shortening until Logan was standing only a few feet away from his hunter. “You are late, of course, which is incredibly rude, but I think we can figure out a way for you to make up for your tardiness?”
“Please!” Logan burst out. He stamped his feet, yanking against the grip on his wrist again. “J-Janus, please, this game is ridiculous, we don’t need to go any further, please, wait–!”
He yanked again, and Janus immediately let his wrist go. Logan, stunned, fell backwards onto the ground.
Just in time for two hands to shoot out and grab his ankles.
“Wait!” he shrieked, but it was mere moments before he was hoisted by both ankles and lofted upside down, lower than Remus but still several feet above the ground. His head spun as he reoriented himself, and it took him a few seconds to find Janus’ upside-down smirk in the chaos.
“Oh, why wait, Logan?” Janus said innocently. “I’m not one to play with my food.”
Logan could barely process that statement before he felt his shoes being removed from above him.
“Nahahahaha!” he burst out, already squealing and kicking his legs helplessly against the restraints. Janus stepped closer, his face mere inches from Logan’s, and laughed lowly.
“I did catch you both, you know,” he said. Remus’ laughter blended in with the shrieks Logan himself was now making, now that there were ten gloved fingers dancing all over his soles. Janus stepped forward and reached for Logan’s stomach directly. “And I think I should be allowed to savor my prizes.”
Remus is cracking his back, and ends up hurting himself. Logan tends to his injuries and quickly finds out he's faking it...
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! I forgot to upload it before I went to work...and I KEPT FORGETTING TILL NOW.
I hope you enjoy, despite it being so late.
Remus was spending a few minutes cracking his back. He stretched out his arms behind him, making the top and middle of his back crack and pop. He twisted his back with his hands against the couch, to crack the top and bottom of his back. Then, he moved onto his neck, and started twisting his neck sideways, as if he was trying to break his own neck.
“Remus, I would strongly recommend you refrain from turning your neck in that manner. It is dangerous, and you could leave yourself partially paralyzed.” Logan warned.
“Plus, your back cracking is annoying me.” Roman added.
Remus tsked. “Come on, Logan. Chiropractors do this all the time!” Remus reacted.
“And they are professionally trained to do such acts without causing serious harm to the human body. And you are not professionally trained.” Logan told him.
Remus scoffed and put his hand out. Suddenly, Logan had multiple pieces of duct tape on his mouth. Logan grunted angrily and started to remove them.
While that was happening, Remus went right back to cracking his neck. He turned his neck sideways on the other side, and felt 1…2, 3, 4, 5-6 cracks. He slowly let go of his neck and sighed with relief. It felt amazing.
Roman growled. “DUDE! Would you stop?!” Roman demanded.
“Or what?” Remus asked with a smirk.
“Or I’ll…I’ll…” Roman started. But he was unable to come up with anything that was satisfying for him without being too violent.
Remus laughed. “You’re too much of a coward to do anything to me.” Remus teased.
“Am NOT!” Roman yelled.
“Are too!” Remus replied.
“Am not!” Roman argued.
“Are too~” Remus sing-songed as he started cracking his neck again by pulling the back of his head over to the right.
“Am! Not!” Roman yelled. “And STOP CRACKING YOUR DAMN NECK!”
“Are too!” Remus said as he paused to feel the cracks. “And I can crack my neck if I wa-”
Remus widened his eyes as he felt a HUGE dart of pain zoom right down his spine. Remus winced and lost control of himself, falling onto his back. He tried to move his feet, but he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to move his hands, but his movement was severely limited. And moving his neck was SUPER painful. “.......Ow.” Remus muttered.
“OH GOD!” Roman shouted, running to Remus’s side and keeping his neck steady. “Did you paralyze yourself?!”
Remus chuckled awkwardly. “Ihi guess I did.” Remus replied.
Logan widened his eyes before closing them and fixing his glasses. “I would say ‘I told you’, but that would be rather rude.” Logan told him.
“...Welp…” Remus muttered.
Logan sighed and fixed Roman’s hand position so it was accurate to the recommended position in the First Aid/AED manual. Roman cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thank you.” Roman told him.
Logan smiled. “No problem.” He replied.
Logan looked at Remus, and decided to check something. “Can you feel this?” Logan asked, touching his upper neck.
“Yes.” Remus replied.
“Can you feel this?” Logan asked, lowering his hand down a little bit, to the bottom of his neck.
“Yes, but it’s a little vague.” Remus replied.
“Okay. What about this?” Logan placed his hand on his chest. Remus tried to look at his hand placement, but couldn’t move his neck much. “Kinky…I wish I could feel it.” Remus admitted.
Logan raised an eyebrow. How does he know what he’s touching? It’s not like he can see the chest right now, thanks to his chin…
“Okay…What about this?” Logan asked, poking his stomach.
Remus tensed his stomach for a second, before relaxing. “No…” Remus replied.
Logan half closed his eyes as he stared at Remus. He could easily see Remus was lying. It was so obvious…
“Telling by your words…I guess you snapped a spinal piece in between your shoulders.” Roman reacted, still sounding serious.
It sounded like Roman actually believed his brother…I guess he didn’t see Remus tense his stomach.
For now, Logan decided to go along with it. “Alright. Keep his neck steady. I’m going to have to do a physical analysis on you.” Logan told him.
Roman nodded. “Do what you must.” Roman replied, still sounding genuine and serious.
Logan put on some blue hospital gloves, and picked up Remus’s arm. His arm was completely limp in his hands. He had to admit: Remus had at least a little bit of knowledge on how paralysis worked. Or…he guessed he did.
Logan gently squeezed up and down the arm, and dragged a finger down his arm to his armpit. Remus had to hold his breath quietly for him to keep his composure. It felt like Logan might be catching on…but he didn’t know for sure. Surely the finger dragging was to check his feeling…right?
“Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked him, acting naive to his tricks as he drew his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s upper arm quickly.
“No…I don’t.” Remus got out somewhat calmly…too calmly.
Logan nodded and put down Remus’s arm. He then crawled up to Remus’s other arm and picked it up next. He gently squeezed up and down the other arm. Then, he dragged his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s other arm. “Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked, before bringing his finger down to his armpit…and giving it a little tickle.
Remus felt a lump develop in his throat. He did his hardest not to laugh, but something still came up…whether it was a cough or a laugh, Logan couldn’t tell. But Remus tried to cover it up with a few more coughs. “No…I don’t feel any of it.”
It was here that Roman noticed Logan’s feeling checks were…somewhat unorthodox. And he noticed the tickle to the armpit…and the strange sound that emitted from Remus. Now, Roman was starting to somewhat question things…
Logan got up, and felt the sides of Remus’s chest, and dragged his hands across the chest. “Can you feel me holding your chest?” Logan asked.
Remus tried to look at the chest, but couldn’t no matter what he tried. “No.” Remus replied.
Logan turned his fingers into gentle claws as he lowered his hands down to his belly region. “How about this?” Logan asked, squeezing Remus’s sides rather subtly.
Remus grunted quietly and tensed his stomach for a moment. This was when Logan finally got the confirmation: Remus was either over-exaggerating the injury, or he was faking it altogether. “No…I don’t…feel any of it.” Remus replied.
Roman narrowed his eyes as he had noticed Remus’s tense stomach as Logna held his sides. Remus…could at least feel something. Roman could tell that already. If Remus was admitting he could only partly feel it, then he would have more empathy. But Remus is downright telling Logan he feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. And telling by those reactions, he was clearly lying.
Logan removed his hands and lowered them to Remus’s hips. He started digging into his hips with his thumbs. “I suppose you can’t feel any of my fingers pushing into your hips?” Logan asked.
Remus clenched his teeth, unknowingly turning his face red in the process. It was now that Roman completely caught onto the lies. Roman looked up at Logan, right about the same time as Logan looked up at Roman.
In this small moment, Roman fixed the positioning of his hands on Remus’s head, causing Remus to look at one of Roman’s hands. And in this tiny moment…Roman winked at Logan without showing Remus he knew the truth. Logan widened his eyes in response. Now Logan could see that Roman had now realized Remus was lying to them. Logan looked at Remus’s head position, before winking back at Roman to tell him ‘We’re in on it together. Let’s crack this man open’.
Roman looked down at Remus, who didn’t suspect a thing. Remus still believed he had completely fooled the boys.
“Alright. Since it seems like you’re so badly injured…We’re going to have to get you to a doctor.” Logan told him, as a subtle hint to maybe tell the truth.
“It’s about time…It’s not like I could experience a stroke or a brain bleed within this wasted time, or anything…” Remus warned.
Roman pulled out his phone and pretended to dial 911. He put the phone up to his ear, making sure the back of the phone was facing Remus’s line of vision, so he didn’t get suspicious.
Logan walked up to Remus’s head, and stablized Remus’s head while Roman ‘talked on the phone’. Logan watched as Roman ‘got off the phone a few minutes later. “Alright. The ambulance is on the way.” Roman told him.
“Good.” Remus replied.
Roman then sat down on Remus’s hips. Remus felt the weight of Roman on him, but didn’t react. “...Roman?” Remus asked, pretending he couldn’t see him, let alone feel him.
Roman smiled as he started skittering his fingers on Remus’s belly. “Yes, Remus?” Roman replied, still acting innocent.
Remus bit his lip and gulped as the worst possible solution had started to come true: They knew. “Y-Yes-”
Roman smile turned into an evil smirk. “Funny…it looks like you’re laughing, but…you don’t feel anything! How can this be?” Roman asked.
Logan looked at Roman. “Well…It could be pathological reflex…” Logan mentioned.
“Ooooh! Please explain!” Roman said.
Logan smiled and fixed his limbs. “Gladly.”
Logan pointed to Remus’s belly. “Try tickling him a little more.” Logan told him.
Roman did as he was told, now massaging and scratching his belly.
Remus was visibly sweating out of nervousness at this point. He couldn’t hold onto his facade for much longer…
“That is called pathological reflex. Say for example…if a person tickles a quadriplegic on the foot, the toes will start wiggling.” Logan told him. “So he could not be feeling the sensation…but the brain could still be reacting out of instinct.” Logan told him.
Remus could feel the giggles welling up in his lungs…And it was getting really hard to stay calm.
“Though let’s get something abundantly clear:” Logan said. “People with full paralysis from the neck down, cannot feel outer stimuli. However, paralyzed individuals CAN feel stimuli from inside the body.” Logan told him, before tickling up and down Remus’s foot. “So even though his foot is reacting, he technically should not be able to feel this-”
“Pfffftahahahahahaha! Ohohohokahahahahay! Ahahahalrihihight, Ihihi lihihihied!” Remus sat up and told them, giggling and laughing as he pulled his foot away from him.
Logan gasped and clapped his hands. “WOW! He really CAN feel! What a mIrAcLe!” Logan declared.
“Such a MiRaCLe!” Roman reacted as well, cupping his own cheeks.
Remus growled. “You thought that was SoOoOo FuNnY…” Remus reacted sarcastically.
“You know…I’m still thoroughly impressed by your ability to stay calm for so long.” Logan admitted. “But we could tell…” Logan told him.
“From the moment you let out those ‘coughs’...” Roman added.
Remus looked away, and tried to walk away. But Logan grabbed Remus’s leg and pulled him down. “Now that you’re magically healed from your paralysis…” Logan started.
“It’s time to tickle you for pretending the whole time!” Roman declared proudly.
Remus widened his eyes. “WHAT?! NO!”
Logan chuckled. “You know…Your pretending to be sick, is actually a medical condition! It’s called Munchausen.” Logan told him. “And you’d be surprised to know how long people with that condition will keep up their sickly facades. Months, years, sometimes even decades!” Logan added.
Remus yelped as Roman started tickling Remus’s foot. “Maybe if we tickle you for hours and hours…maybe that’ll teach you to not take people’s care for granted!” Roman decided.
“A fine idea you have, Roman.” Logan added.
And so…Remus was very much tickled for hours and hours. The poor man was EXHAUSTED after those dreaded tickles! But…It wasn’t all bad…Roman and Logan actually took Remus’s exhaustion seriously and gave him water afterwards. And Remus mentally promised not to fake a sickness ever again.
Characters: lee!Patton, ler!Janus, and lee!Remus in a way
Warnings: Patton pretends to be Remus, mentions of Remus, mentions of Janus, tell me if I need to add something!
A/N: Happy April! Yes, I'm still sick, but, I wanted to write something for this holiday. Enjoy!
Ask for a Hug
It was honestly harmless, Patton was just pretending to be Remus. Just for the day, so he could get closer with Janus.
"Hey Jan-Jan!" He says, plopping on the couch next to him.
"Hello, Remus." Patton, disguised as Remus, leaned on the snake, starting to hug him. "Whatcha want to do today?"
"Figure out why you're hugging me." Janus says, not pushing him away, but not hugging back either. Remus doesn't usually just sit down and immediately start hugging him.
"Because I wanna hug you!" Janus sighs, but couldn't detect a lie.
"Okay, okay." Janus rests his hands on his back. "You could've asked me, you know."
"I know, but I- Ahaha! Whahaha- what are you dohohoing?" Fake Remus asks, as he felt Janus' hands shift and start squeezing his sides.
"I know you pretty well, Remus. I know that you want tickles."
"Nohoho I dohohon't! Cahahan't Ihihi hug myhyhy friend?" He tries to push himself off of Janus, and ends up with his head in the snake's lap. Janus stops tickling him.
"Of course not." Janus runs his hands through fake Remus' hair, and he almost looks relaxed. That isn't normal either, he thinks. Usually he'd bite Janus' finger when he did that.
That wasn't Remus.
"You feeling okay today?" Janus asks, continuing to pet his hair.
"Uh-huh. Are you?" Not a lie. So he wasn't sick, so this person was definitely not Remus.
"Mhm. You seem off today. Tell me why." Janus moved his hand down to his belly. "One chance, Remus."
"Wait, don't! I-" Patton grabbed his wrist, holding it tight. "I'm not... off."
"Really?" Janus asks, starting to wiggle his fingers into his tummy. Fake Remus curled up as much as he could, starting to laugh adorably. He couldn't keep the facade when he was laughing this much, and on his worst spot, too?
"Jahahanuhus!"
"Too ticklish there? Hm?" Janus asks, watching as his disguise slowly slipped off, him obviously trying to fight it.
"Nohohoho! Stahaha!"
"Hm, and why should I do that?"
"Ihihihi!"
"Oh, come now, can't you hold out for a little longer before I stop? You can do it."
"Nahahaha!"
"No? Are you sure?"
"Jahahanuhus!" The disguise had already faded out, for the most part. Just a few, smaller bits were left.
"Don't worry, I'll stop soon. Promise."
"Stahahap nohohow!"
"Mmm... no thanks, this is too much fun."
"Jahaha! Stahahap!" He watched as the last streak of grey in Patton's hair dissipated.
"Fine, fine." Janus stopped moving his fingers, but Patton didn't let go of his wrist. He rode out the residual giggles.
"Whyhyhy? Ihihisn't fahahair."
"Yeah it is."
"How'd you knohohow?"
"Remus and you are complete opposites. I could tell by the time you sat down on the couch."
"You didn't hahave tohoho tihihickle mehe."
"You're right. But, it's the simplest way to get someone to turn back into their normal selves.
"Dohoes it wohork on you?"
"Uh... no. It doesn't. Anyways. If you wanted a hug, you could've just asked. Even as your normal self."
"Buhut-"
"No, I don't want to hear it. If you want a hug, you ask for a hug. Okay?" A pause.
"Cahan I have a huhug?"
"Of course. But, you're going to need to give me my hand back." Patton smiles, releases his wrist, and then gives him a big hug. Janus squeezes him back, placing a delicate kiss on his forehead. "You don't need to pretend to be someone else to get my attention, you know."
Remuses Lee moods where always extremely powerful.
And Janus was the only very evil ler around, that won't stop till he safe words.
And that's what Remus remembers as Janus finishes tieing him up. Making sure he couldn't get away.
Remus looks to the left, where there was a table of different fun tools. Feathers, hair brushes, flossers, electric toothbrushes, scrub brush. And baby oil. And that already made a big smile on his face in anticipation.
And a squeak as Janus sneaks some fingers on his belly, wiggling. And the thing that made it easier, was Remus was just in his boxers. That Janus made him ware, or it wouldn't happen.
Remus giggles Abit as janus keeps going. "Already broken huh, that's 'really' a surprise with this powerful Lee mood of yours." Janus grins at Remus.
Remus tried to wiggle away, bit couldn't move much. And as soon as Janus stopped, Remus knew he was grabbing something, but what really made Remus in pure Lee joy.
Janus summoned his extra arms, each arm was holding one of each tool, buzzing in the air.
And all Remus heard before losing his mind as all the tools landed in all his tickle spots, was Janus saying
"let's see how long it takes for you to lose your mind."
--
Remus was losing his mind. In a very enjoyable way
Janus had a feather under his chin, toothbrush in his belly button, floser in the center of his right pit, a hairbrush and scrub brush on each foot.
All at once making Remus paralyzed in tickly euphoria. And that's how they both loved it.
But after 5 minutes of straight tickle torture, Remus finally screams, as loud a he can "OCTO"
And with that, everything stopped, deceit set everything down and untied Remus quickly, letting Remus curl up in a ball, in infinite giggles. Janus laying a blanket on himself and Remus and let's Remus snuggle right up to him "do you feel 'worse'" Janus asked
Remus soon calmed and lays his head on jans chest.
"so much better snakey face. Thank you"
And as soon as that left Remus, he feel asleep. Snuggled close to janus, and Jan follows suit.
“Sirius, come on, you can do better” James said as he received his fifth pillow whack to the face.
“Alright then…” Sirius said before pouncing on James and tackling him to the bed. The two boys began one of their common wrestling matches. Remus peered over his book and sighed. Peter sat on his bed looking at the wrestling pair. He smiled but said nothing.
“Argh! Sirius! Trim your damn nails will you?!” James yelled as Sirius accidentally clawed at him.
“Absolutely not! The longer my nails, the sharper my claws!” Sirius responded, still wrestling James. James managed to kick his leg out and flip himself over, sending Sirius flying off the bed.
“Oi!”
“Sorry Padfoot, better luck next time eh?” James smirked.
“Just because you are a stag, Prongs, doesn’t mean you’re the alpha…” Sirius groaned, rubbing his back as he sat up. Remus sighed audibly.
“Can you two not go five minutes without attacking each other?” He said, not looking up from his book.
“Can you not go five minutes without your nose stuck in a book?” Sirius sassed back. Remus ignored him. James and Sirius looked at each other, James rolled his eyes and smiled but Sirius raised his eyebrows mischievously.
“Sirius…” James muttered under his breath, well aware of what Sirius’ facial expression meant. Sirius slowly crawled over to Remus’ bed and lifted up his hand. He quickly wiggled one finger under Remus’ foot and Remus shrieked and pulled his foot back.
“Sirius, don’t you dare…” Remus warned. Sirius leaped onto his bed and narrowed his eyes at Remus.
“Sirius…” Remus warned again.
“But I wanna play,” Sirius whined.
“I’ll throw you a bone then,” Remus said, sarcastically. Sirius let out a small growl but Remus kept eye contact.
“Alright Wormtail, let’s go to the common room. Too much sexual tension in here for my liking,” James said, walking out of the dormitory with Peter on his tail. Neither Sirius nor Remus broke eye contact. Sirius shuffled up the bed but Remus had brought his knees close to his chest so he was protected...or, at least, he thought he was.
“Come on Remus, I know you like it…” Sirius teased, Remus went bright red and quickly hid his face behind his book.
“Reeemussss” Sirius sang out, shuffling closer. Remus stayed hidden.
“I only want to tickle you…” Sirius teased again, Remus let out an involuntary squeak. “Aww, see? How can I not tickle someone this adorable?”
Remus sunk lower into his bed, his face now a bright red. Sirius smiled at his boy, his heart pounding. He couldn’t wait any longer to hear those precious giggles so he quickly ran his fingers up and down Remus’ side. Remus instantly burst into giggles and twisted on his side, but his attempt to escape ended with Sirius’ hand trapped under Remus’ side. Sirius took advantage of this and wiggled his fingers quicker, earning a high pitched squeal from Remus.
“You are so adorable...cootchie coo…” Sirius cooed, using his free hand to squeeze Remus’ other side. Remus burst into giggles and twisted from side to side, sinking so low that he ended up lying down. Sirius moved his hands to Remus’ stomach but Remus kept his knees pinned to his chest, blocking Sirius’ hands.
“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so. I’m gonna get that tummy…” Sirius teased. He knew Remus loved baby talk even though he would never admit it to anyone other than Sirius. He prized Remus’ legs away from his chest and straddled his waist. Remus was still hiding under his book so Sirius tutted.
“Put the book down, Remus. I want to see the look on my victim’s face when I torture them…”
Remus shook his head, a firm grip on the book.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way…”
Silence.
“Very well.” Sirius said, a hint of assertiveness in his voice. He wasted no time in digging into Remus’ armpits. Remus shrieked loudly and pulled his arms down, involuntary trapping Sirius’ tickling hands. Remus thrashed about under Sirius. His grip loosened and the book fell out of his hands. Sirius quickly grabbed it and put it on the side table, careful not to damage it. He looked at Remus who instantly hid his blushing face under his hands. Sirius bit back a smile.
“Now what did I just say about wanting to see your face?” He grabbed Remus’ wrists and pinned them to the side of his head. Sirius’ eyes drifted over his boyfriend’s torso before locking eyes again with Remus, a wicked grin forming on his face.
“Padfoot wants some ribs..” Sirius bent down and began nibbling on Remus’ ribs. Remus top was a thin material which offered very little, if any, protection from the tickling. Sirius made audible nomming sounds as he gently nibbled each and every rib. Remus was screaming with laughter.
“S-S-S-SIRIUS PLEASEHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THERE AAAHHAHAHAHAHA”
Sirius moved down and nuzzled his head into Remus’ sensitive tummy, basking in the sounds of Remus’ squeals, screams and pure laughter. Remus’ squirming meant his top had ridden up, which certainly didn’t go unnoticed. Sirius let go of Remus’ hands to alternate between squeezing at his hips and tickling at his waistline. Remus tried to push Sirius away but was too weak.
“AHAHAHAHAHA SIRIUSAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP”
“I’m sorry, does this tickle?” Sirius asked, spidering the poor boy’s tummy with one hand and running the other hand up and down his side. The mention of the word “tickle” sent Remus’ laugh up another octave. He arched his back and screamed before falling into uncontrollable laughter. Sirius snaked his hands underneath Remus and began tickling his lower back, an unusual spot that only Sirius knew of. Remus screamed louder and convulsed into silent laughter, thrashing about as Sirius tickled his worst spot. Sirius kept this up for another minute before then taking pity on his helpless boyfriend.
“Okay okay I’m finished, it’s okay. Breathe.” Sirius said. He removed his hands from Remus’ back as Remus let out residual giggles.
“There we are.” Sirius said before gently planting a kiss on Remus’ waistline. Remus let out a quiet squeal which made Sirius laugh. He shuffled upwards and positioned himself next to Remus. He moved Remus’ head so it was resting on Sirius’ chest whilst he played with Remus’ hair. Remus adjusted himself so he was now cuddling up close to Sirius.
“You okay?” Sirius asked.
“Y-yeah” Remus said, pulling Sirius in closer.
“Good,” Sirius replied, briefly spidering his fingers over Remus’ shoulder blade.
“Siriussss,” Remus giggled out, squirming.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist hearing those giggles,” Sirius said. He held Remus tightly in his arms until they both slowly drifted off to sleep. James and Peter returned half an hour later to find them both lying there.
“Idiots.” James said as he pulled a blanket out and wrapped them both in it.
Remus squealed as he landed on the pile of beanbags and cushions he had spent all morning dragging into his room from various places in the mind palace. He wriggled onto his front, pushing himself back up. “Again!”
Patton faked an incredulous gasp. “Again? You want me to throw you again?”
Remus giggled, babbling and making grabby motions with his hands, making Patton chuckle.
“Oh, okay, then. Just one more…” He said, scooping him into his arms and nuzzling his cheek lovingly. “You ready, squirt?”
“Yeah!”
Patton chuckled, setting him down and gently gripping his wrists. “Hold on tight, now!” He lifted him slowly, letting him dangle by his arms and swaying him too and fro. Remus cackled delightedly, curling his legs up.
“Cana-bah!”
“Yes, baby- cannonball!” Patton cooed. “And we’re launching in three…” He swung a little more. “Two…” Remus squeaked in excitement, tipping his head back. “One… Go!”
Patton let go, watching him fly from his grip and flop face-down into his nest, cheering and clapping as he resurfaced. It would never stop amusing him, how Remus would cling to his legs and bounce up and down, begging to be picked up and hurled into the nearest pile of soft objects. And, naturally, he was happy to oblige. Even now, when it was almost nap time and he should be trying to calm him down rather than rile him up even more. Because how could Patton say ‘no’ when he gave him that sweet little gap-toothed smile?
“Again!”
Patton laughed. “Gosh, you’re just insatiable, aren’t you, kiddo?” He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. “But it’s almost two o’clock, Reemie, you know what that means…”
Remus blinked. “Na’ time?”
“That’s right, sweetie, time for a lie-down.”
He physically deflated at those dreaded words. “Bu’... bu’, ‘m not tired…”
“I know, ducky, I know…” Patton winced. If his smile was his kryptonite, the threat of his tears flat-out destroyed him- something Remus knew very well.
Hamming it up, he gazed up with his big, brown eyes, his bottom lip trembling pitifully. His twin had definitely taught him that little trick, Patton thought as he willed the ache in his chest to go away. All of the books said that he had to be stern, he had to lay down the rules and stick to them-
“P’ease, one more?”
… Well, then. Just how on earth was he supposed to refuse that?
He bit his lip, trying to hold back his grin, before sighing in defeat. “Fine. One more.” He held up a single finger. Remus was too busy scrabbling to roll out of the beanbag excitedly to notice, chirping happily as Patton crouched down to pick him up
“You, Mister, are far too cute for your own good.” He poked his freckled nose. “Ready?”
“ ‘eady!” He said, raising his arms to allow Patton to lift him, squealing when his feet left the ground and he started to swing back and forth. “Wheeee!”
“Patton?”
The pair of them turned around to discover Logan had stuck his head around the door, looking at Remus’ mountain of stolen pillows bemusedly. Patton beamed when he saw him.
“Hey, Lo-lo! What’s up?”
The logical side stepped into the room. “Hello, Patton. I thought I would come and wish Remus a pleasant rest before he fell asleep, but I can see that the two of you are… Otherwise occupied.”
Patton grinned. “Oh, yeah, we were just playing a game together- weren’t we, cupcake?”
“Yeah! Yeah!” Remus peeped.
Logan sighed. Oh dear.
“Whilst I appreciate you were only trying to have fun, encouraging this kind of playful ruckus before a nap is not conducive to a healthy and efficient period of sleep. Not to mention how terribly unsafe it is to be dangling him by his wrists and tossing him into… Whatever this set-up is.” He gestured to the pillows and beanbags behind him.
“That’s our nest! We’ve been using it to build all kinds of fun stuff- like a spaceship, and a castle- ooooo, that was a fun one, wasn’t it, honey?”
“D’ agon!”
“Yeah, Lo- we defeated and conquered the land held captive by the evil dragon-witch!”
“Yeah!”
Logan pursed his lips, trying his best not to let his insides melt at the heartwarming display of silly affection, before narrowing his eyes as he scanned ‘the nest’ in closer detail. “... Is that the cushion from my desk chair?”
Patton chuckled. “I don’t know, kiddo, why don’t you ask the little troublemaker here?”
Said troublemaker was busy kicking his feet restlessly. Logan was so boring when he bickered with the others like this. Like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Wah, wah, wah...
Logan huffed, folding his arms over his chest and glancing at the toddler dangling from Patton’s grip. He slowly crouched so that they were eye-level.
“Remus? Did you take the cushion from my room?”
He looked up, the picture of innocence with his sparkling eyes and brown curls. A poster-child for the adorable little cherub-type- the sort of baby who was good-tempered, well-behaved, and perfect in every way.
Pbffffffft!
… And apparently, blew raspberries when he didn’t want to confess to the theft of other people’s property.
Patton sputtered. Logan blinked, frowning.
“I beg your pardon?”
Remus giggled mischievously before blowing another even louder than the last.
Pbffffffft!
Logan raised an eyebrow. Remus cackled at the unimpressed look on his face.
“Hey, hey, kiddo- what was that for?” Patton enquired gently, struggling to subdue his own laughter. “You know we don’t blow raspberries when somebody says something we don’t like…”
Remus just continued to laugh, clearly very amused that he had rendered Logan speechless. “Ra’ bee’! Ra’ bee’!”
“It’s okay, Patton. I understand.”
Remus quietened down at the sound of Logan’s dangerously calm voice, looking at him curiously.
Logan narrowed his eyes, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at his lips. “Clearly, he wants me to blow one back.”
With that, he pushed his hands up the bottom of his tiny sweatshirt and held him in place, pressing his mouth against the warm skin and blowing hard.
Pbffffffft!
Remus shrieked, immediately bursting into loud, joyful laughter and wriggling and squirming as much as he could- which was, frankly, impossible given that Patton was still holding him tightly by his arms.
“Oh, no, kiddo!” He cried, a massive grin on his face. He loved when Logan was in a silly mood and wanted to play with the babies like this. “Looks like the tickle monster got you!”
“No no nohoho!” Remus yelled, giggling hysterically and kicking his legs. One of them hit Logan in the chest, which apparently only spurred him on, as he started scratching his ribs at the same time as blowing another raspberry.
Pbffffffft!
“Logiiii-hehehe!” Remus squealed, his dimples visible from how hard he was smiling. “Nohoho!”
“No?” Logan spoke into his pudgy belly, making him laugh even harder. “But I thought you wanted me to give you some raspberries!”
It was getting difficult to hold back his own grin by this point. Patton had given up completely, and was openly laughing alongside Remus as he tugged at his arms. Logan slowed down a little bit and started blowing shorter puffs of air all around his sides and tummy, earning boisterous, squeaky giggles that were, categorically, the cutest thing he’d ever heard in his life. However, he knew that he would have to show some mercy soon.
Leaning back to take a deep breath, he blew one more right over his belly button, making him scream, before sitting back on his heels, his hair messed up and cheeks slightly pink. Remus panted, laughter still flowing out as Patton lifted him up properly to cradle in his arms.
“Whoopsy-daisy! I gotcha, kiddo.” He said, holding him close. Remus buried his face into Patton’s shoulder as his final few giggles disappeared. After a while he started rubbing his nose against his chest, bringing his fist to his mouth to slip his thumb in when he thought neither of them were looking. Patton chuckled.
“Well, it looks like you finally managed to tire him out, Lo-lo!”
Logan huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. Teaching lessons to bratty three year-old turned out to be quite the arduous task, even if the loving smile on his flushed face said otherwise. He was about to stand up and leave when a hand suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Patton wiggled his fingers, looking down at the logical side with that warm smile that always made Logan’s heart flutter.
“Wanna help me put him to bed?” He asked, looking unfairly lovely as the mid-afternoon light glowed orange behind him.
He ducked his head a little, smiling to himself, before looking back up with a nod. He took Patton’s hand, pretending not to notice how it made his heart race when he squeezed it, and led them both to Remus’ room, where they tucked him in and set a timer to come back and wake him up.
Little did they know that they wouldn’t need to, because in exactly fourty-five minutes Remus would spring out of bed and charge into the common room, dressed in Roman’s knight costume and declaring revenge on Logan for earlier. And since dismissing the requests of such an honourable cavalier would be terribly impolite of him, how could Patton not help to hold Logan’s arms down so that he could have at all of his worst spots?
Hmmm. Ler Logan and Lee Remus, if you are up for it. Remus starts to bother Logan while he is working and Logan gets payback with tickles, knowing secretly that Remus wanted this to happen. ??? :)
Remus had been trying to get his attention for a solid half hour. Cold or wet things touching him, disgusting sounds, and flashes of something in the very corners of his vision.
Thankfully, this was Logan’s room, and he had a strong suspicion he knew what Remus wanted. He pushed a button, and out of the ground popped stocks.
These had absolutely not been his idea, Roman had installed them especially to torture his feet. However, he could not deny that he pushed the button to make them appear more often than Roman did.
He wasn’t surprised a moment later to hear the click of the stocks closing.
“Loooo, I’m stuck. You have to help me now.” Remus said.
Logan got a tiny grin on his face. Remus wasn’t stuck. He could remove the entire thing in half a second, and had absolutely put himself into the situation.
“Oh no, you’re stuck,” Logan said drily, not moving an inch except to push a button.
An entire organizer full of tools appeared, and Logan didn’t miss the tiny gasp from behind him.
Finally Logan turned around, mildly surprised to see Remus laying belly-down. He really must be in a strong mood to reveal his death spot so readily.
He sat down on the backs of Remus’s thighs, speaking in a monotone. “Oh dear, it seems the lock is jammed. You’ll have to kick them open.”
Remus gave a halfhearted shimmy. “I can’t. I’m stuck.”
Logan just set his fingers on Remus thighs, just above the tender place behind his knees, and Remus gasped.
“I wonder how I can make you kick hard enough to open the stocks,” Logan said, with a smirk, but keeping his voice perfectly even and disinterested.
He just pressed a little with his fingers, not wiggling or anything, but Remus was already squirming. He walked his fingers forward very slowly, and Remus squirmed more and more the closer he got.
As inclined as he was to scribble over the tender spot and make Remus shriek, he knew it would be much better the more he teased. So just before his fingers got there he lifted them.
“I suppose I’ll have to try something different.”
He set them on Remus’s calves, lightly dragging them towards himself. A whine started deep in Remus’s throat, getting louder the closer he got. But he stopped just before again.
Remus flailed, and knocked over the tool organizer, spilling the tools out right beside Logan.
Logan did not hesitate to silently pick up a feather and saw its edge right in the most sensitive spot. There was a high squeal, and Remus’s whole body tensed. Logan suspected that Remus was still attempting to pretend that this was an accident, and thus trying to hide his reactions. That simply would not do.
“It seems you aren’t kicking at all. I’ll have to do something about that.”
He picked up a makeup brush in his other hand, and used them both at the same time, sometimes both on one knee, sometimes switching hands, but never stopping.
If he’d had a lack of reactions before, he certainly wasn’t now. Remus was screaming with laughter and pounding the ground with his fists, his feet kicking as much as was possible while trapped in stocks.
Logan dropped the feather, scribbling with his fingers and getting some very pleasant shrieks by poking in just the right places.
He moved up, tickling the lower parts of Remus’s thighs, where his shorts didn’t cover. Remus wasn’t nearly as ticklish there, and it was a break for him without actually being a break. And it just made him more sensitive every time Logan faked moving back to his knees.
After he deemed it to be sufficient, he picked up a second makeup brush and moved them both to the backs of Remus’s knees, moving them in small circles, back and forth, over and over, exactly the same. He entirely ignored Remus’s screeching and desperate pleas.
Remus was kicking so hard Logan thought he might actually manage to break the stocks, but slowly his strength was sapped, until his laughter was weak and reedy, and he could barely twitch despite the torture Logan was dealing out.
But Logan knew Remus. Once he got to this level of Lee, he wasn’t done till the tentacles came out.
So Logan sent a quick, silent, mental request to Roman, and was rewarded with a small jar appearing in front of him. Of course, on top of the jar was a note that said ‘you’re next’, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
He opened the jar and dipped the brushes in to get just a little of the glittery dust.
As soon as the dust touched the backs of his knees, Remus’s laughter went silent, punctuated with snorts and gasps. Logan was surprised that he held out a full minute as Logan kept brushing away before a tentacle grabbed his wrist.
Logan stopped immediately, snapping to remove the residue of the tickling glitter. Remus giggled and panted against the floor while Logan unlocked his feet and draped a blanket over him.
In Logan’s experience, Remus didn’t much like to be coddled, but he could sit beside him and stroke through his hair as the gasps and giggles turned to snores.
