A/N: I didn't know what to do for this one so I went with intense tickles and Patton because I rarely see Patton in more extreme situations and I think that he would secretly enjoy that. Plus, my headcanon of Remus being a robotic fanatic makes the situation even better. Hope you enjoy :D
Synopsis: It had been hours of intense tickly torture and all Patton could do was laugh. Remus was there to help with all of this.
Trigger(s): More intense tickling, Foot tickles (Not NSFW), Nearing breaking point, Safeword usage, Innuendoes, Drug mention (as the safeword) [Let me know if there is anything else]
Word Count: 527 words
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It had been a few hours. Patton's feet felt like static, his voice was expelling various croaks and hiccups from laughing so long. Though he never shouted out his safeword, he was very close to breaking. But he was having so much fun. Then a timer went off. Patton gasped and breathed in heavily as the hands on the stocks retreated for a brief moment, only to reemerge with a damp towel to wipe his feet with. Remus stood up from his slumped posture to the side of the bed.
"It was so kind of you to come to little ol' me for tickling pleasure~"
Due to the sensitivity Patton was still facing, Patton squealed and cackled when Remus tickled his ears. Remus snorted as he held the remote up.
"Word?"
Patton stared at the remote, then Remus, then the stocks. He wiggled his toes a bit before smiling brightly and shaking his head. Remus laughed.
"Fine then! Your funeral!"
With a press of a button, the hands de-summoned then emerged once more. This time with some kind of special oil and fuzzy socks. Or what Patton thought was fuzzy. One hand used a brush to "paint" the oil on Patton's soles before the other one placed a sock on each foot. Oh no.
"Rehehehehehee! The … sohohohocks! They… tihi… tickle."
"Well, they are made out of microfiber. Just a little experiment that I wanted to try out."
The hands started to massage Patton's soles with the socks still on and it became clear. This would be the thing that broke him. Patton couldn't hold back at all as he cackled with glee, his wrist now being bound down to the bed and his feet, while still in the stocks, had the toes held back with two appendages while the other two grind their knuckles on his heels.
It tickled like hell! With the added bonus of the itching powder and oil combo, this made for one of the worst tickling experience he had ever been in.
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FU-FU-FU-FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!! RE-REMUS!! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!!"
"My my~ What's the matter, Uh oh Daddy-O? Are you laughing or screaming?"
"AH- HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- NOHOHOHOHO!! REMUS!! REHEHEHEMUS PLEASE!!"
"All you have to say is that little word."
Patton tried to hold in his breath but all that did was make his cheeks puff out and make it even harder to hold back. When the damn broke again, Patton finally hollered out.
"SHROOMS!"
The hands retreated again like the previous times and this time when they reemerged, they pat the back of the moral facet's soles. After they wiped his feet again, the stocks let his ankles go as well as the wrists letting go and slithering off either side of the bed to their original sitting position on either side of the bed.
Remus clapped happily as he walked up to the bed and lifted Patton up, who was still in a partial daze. Remus snuggled Patton for a brief moment before snapping for the bed to go back to his regular coffin-styled one.
"Well… it was nice of you to stop by again! It really is no bother! All you have to do is send in a request and I'll be there."
Patton nodded.
"Thank… … you… kiddo…"
"No problem!"
His machines could be intense but sometimes Patton needed something like that after having to watch his every word and step throughout the course of the week. To know that Remus was okay with him asking whenever he wanted, that made Patton feel a lot more comfortable in a way.
To be fair, when would he ever get practice with them?
When Patton gets hit with a lee mood, he either asks for exceedingly gentle tickles or intense and mean tickles, no in-between. Today is for the latter. Still going strong for Tickletober with Day 23: asking for it!
While all the Sides could be accommodating while playing ler, it was well known in the mind palace who to go to if you were in need for a particular kind of tickling. Janus was an expert at teasing, delightedly cruel without even needing to target a lee’s death spots. Logan was thorough, leaving no spot untickled with his hands and many tools. Virgil was tricky, raising his lee’s anxiety to make them jumpy and giggly long before he touched them. Patton was playful, often utilizing games or rewards and punishments for his lee (whether or not the games were possible to win was entirely up to how mean he felt that day) and happy to let the lee fight back. Roman was dramatic, always on the hunt for the spots that garnered from his lee the best reactions (and, yes, every reaction was the best reaction). And then, if a lee wanted to be tickle tortured—like, wrecked until they were a puddle of wheezing giggles—it was common knowledge that that lee should go to Remus.
Remus didn’t often acknowledge the fact that he had a heart, usually only doing so to keep it from melting when someone sought him out for tickles. That afternoon, Patton entering his room and shyly but politely asking if Remus was busy, and, if he wasn’t, if he’d be willing to play for a bit, was almost enough to make Remus’ heart turn into mush. Infamous as a tickle monster as Patton was, he could get himself into some pretty huge lee moods, needing a comparably evil ler to counter them.
And so Patton was stood with his arms raised and hands holding an overhead pull-up bar, a properly flushed mess after a long while under Remus’ hands and lots of other goodies. The moral Side was dressed in a comfy ensemble that left his best spots open to wiggling fingers; he wore a crop hoodie borrowed from Roman and a pair of shorts with flamingoes on them. An animated feather tormented Patton’s thighs, fluttering from his knees up to the edge of his shorts, and Remus’ fingers scribbled into the soft flesh of his belly.
“You know how to make it stop,” Remus teased, leaning in close to Patton’s ear both to tickle with his breath as well as be heard over Patton’s happy chortling. Patton loved tickle games, Remus knew, and Interrogation was a classic. Before Remus had touched him, he’d given Patton a word to keep secret that Remus would be attempting to tickle out of him. Once—if—the word had been given, effectively a safeword, Patton would indicate if he wanted to play again, take a break, or conclude and get some cuddles.
Poor Patton’s only issue was that he was really bad at interrogations. He had the constitution to withstand “torture,” but, and Patton was quite open about it, he felt bad keeping secrets from his friends, so he gave up his secret words before the tickling could go on for long. “Blueberry!” Patton squealed, and Remus pulled his hands and feathers back with a smirk and a nod.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Patton,” Remus snickered. Patton leaned his head back, catching his breath. Even as he smiled, Patton’s eyes held an infinitesimal twinge of disappointment; he tried to shake it off before Remus turned his eyes back to Patton, twirling a feather between his fingers. “Another round?” the mustachioed Side asked, guessing from Patton’s still willingly elevated arms what his answer would be.
“Yes, please,” Patton replied with a bashful smile.
Remus had seen that flash of negativity pass in Patton’s expression. He didn’t care for that at all. Now was time for laughing and screaming, not guilt and discontent. A Side with more nuance might have met Patton’s inevitable deflection about such guilt with a gentler approach. Remus was more blunt. “Where would you like me to tickle for this round?” he asked, nocking the feather behind his ear.
Patton’s already rosy cheeks warmed toward scarlet, and he ducked his chin toward his chest. “Oh,” he said sheepishly. “I…”
Remus tilted his head in mirroring answer, exaggerating the movement so as to meet Patton’s gaze even as he looked shyly away.
The moral Side chuckled quietly at that. “I wouldn’t want to be greedy,” he replied, looking up through his lashes at Remus for his response.
“What do you mean?” Remus said, eyebrows furrowed.
His arms still lifted—he had a habit of not lowering them until a session was officially concluded, even if he has to use imagination magic to keep them up—Patton shrugged, eyes down once more. “That’s what’s fun about an interrogation; I know you’re having fun because you keep going wherever you like. I’d feel greedy to ask you for more.”
Remus snorted, brushing a stray strand of hair from Patton’s forehead with a motion so gentle it was almost fond. “Then we need to train you to be better at the interrogation part, sweetheart.” He could feel Patton’s face warm considerably under his touch and endearing tone. “How about this, then? I’ll tickle you until you tell me where you want me to tickle. Then you get tickled whether you talk or don’t. Win-win.”
Win-win. It wasn’t just Patton who had insecurities about taking up too much of others’ time; the other Sides dealt with that all the time. Remus was unique among them in that he didn’t care. He embodied “forgiveness over permission,” and was a firm believer in chasing desires tirelessly, even if they were uncouth or unheard of. It could get them all into trouble, but, right now and like all the other times Patton got too wound up in his own head, what he should and shouldn’t do, could and couldn’t ask for, he needed Remus’ energy to help him untangle, unwind. “Yes, please,” Patton said once more, cheeks flushed excitedly and a smile growing upon his lips to match Remus’ toothy grin.
Patton lowered one of his arms to touch Remus’ arm when the creative Side turned to trade his feather for something just as fun from the table beside him.
“Thank you.”
Before sentiment could cripple him for the umpteenth time that day, Remus snorted, though his gaze was soft as he scribbled his fingers into Patton’s hips. “You’re far too coherent for my taste.”
A/N: This story comes from the prompt list concept I had created. I decided to make them their own individual fics. With that being said, enjoy ❤️💚💙🩵
Sidenote: I do not know exactly when I would've written these since it was only very recent that I added dates to my works. The closest date I can think of is between 2021-2022.
Character(s): Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders
Concept(s): Roman is ticklish, Remus is ticklish, Patton is ticklish, Logan tickles Roman, Remus tickles Patton, Patton tickles Remus, Arms Up Challenge, Playful brotherly rivalry, Remus refers to Patton as "Daddy" (non-sexual), Remus refers to Logan as "Whale Penis"
Pairing(s): (Platonic) Logince, Intruality
Prompt(s): "Challenge"
Synopsis: Roman and Remus have a stand-off to see who can keep their arms up the longest
Trigger(s): Caps (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: --- words
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Arms Up Challenge. Fair enough. If the standoff was between literally any other Sides. But of course, sibling rivalry lasts a lifetime. As the two were set up for the tickly challenge, Logan wanted to make sure they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.
“So you two know the rules, correct?”
“Yes, Specs. I can’t wait to beat my brother at this!”
“Only if you beat me as hard as you play with your meat, little Ro Boat!”
Roman rolled his eyes as they were both finally secure to the wall with pillow lining and wrist restraints. They were both pulled taunt enough that they weren’t able to scrunch up their arms but were able to move their legs around freely. The rule? Swinging is allowed but kicking is not. Patton made his way over to the Duke’s side of the wall.
“Are you going to behave like a good kiddo this time?”
“Whoever gave you that thought will be my next crime victim.”
Patton immediately plunged his fingers into the latter aspect’s pits, making Remus go straight into kicking.
“Uh uh uh! If you keep that up, mister, there will be consequences!”
“LIHIHIHIHIHIKE SPAHAHAHAHANKING?! OHOHOHOHOHOOH!! THAHAHAT’S NOT LIKE YOHOHOHOHOU AT AHAHALL!!”
“Being difficult, eh? How about this?”
“HEY! IHIHIHIHIHI THOUGHT MY LEGS COULD BE FREHEHEHEHEE!!”
“Not if you aren’t going to be a nice little Dukey!”
Remus burst into even louder laughter from the nickname being used in that awkward context. Roman was trying so hard not to kick but was unable to keep from swinging as far as he could left to right. He realized that kicking was prohibited but stomping wasn’t. He let his feet try to hit the ground every other motion.
“Roman. All of your extra motions are making it difficult to complete this task thoroughly. I will need to revoke your leg bearing privileges.”
“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?! NOFAIR!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
“It is all fair, Roman. After all, you two came up with the rules for this. The first one to ‘chicken out’, as you called it, will be the winner. The loser will get a longer sentencing of underarm tickles for ‘research purposes’.”
The way Logan worded the last part of that statement made it clear that it would definitely not be for “research purposes”. This went on back and forth. Digging, scratching, wiggling, poking, and prodigy were all factors played in order to get one of them to crack. Roman eventually couldn’t take when that oh so delicate sweet spot near his upper ribs was the targeted attack. The screech and bellowing laughter that followed was the key indicator in who the winner would be as well as Roman stating that:
“ISURRENDER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA– IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI SURREHEHEHEHEHENDERRRRRR!!”
“Awh! And I was just about to go for the faux claws. You can handle that, can’t you, Remus?”
“Now now, Patton. The two made a deal with each other. Whoever the winner is doesn’t get attacked anymore.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
Patton snaps and the bonds on Remus come off. The moral figure misjudged Remus’ weight and they both fell to the ground with a loud thud. Patton tried getting up first, only for the latter figment to wrap his arms around his waist.
“Uhh, so… no hard feelings–”
“Oh, Patton~ There are no hard feelings between us~ I just want to hear you laugh and scream~”
The wiggling of Remus’ mustache against Patton’s neck made him laugh in slight fear and anticipation. Of course Remus wasn’t going to hurt him too badly. He just wanted to hear all of the joyful laughter from the intrusive aspect.
“You handle my little bro, Whale Penis! I have a date with Daddy!”
“Wait! REMUS!”
Patton burst out in laughter as he was carried out of Logan’s lab and Roman would soon be in the same state of hysterical laughter.
A/N: Credits goes back to Fluffymary. Another old re-write. Enjoy 💙🩵
Character(s): Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders
Concept(s): Art-Based Fic, Patton is ticklish, Logan tickles Patton, Patton has ticklish hips, Logan experiments with flossers on Patton's hips, Logan is a bit of a tease, Logan loves to experiment with new methods of tickling, Patton's animal trait comes out (briefly)
Pairing(s): (Platonic) Logicality
Synopsis: flossers on the hips 👀 (for lee patton) ~ Fluffymary
Trigger(s): Caps (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)
Word Count: 373 words
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"Wh- what kind of experiment?"
Patton was gently rolled over onto his left side, Logan sitting behind him. Logan refiled through a bag that Patton couldn't see both making a self-congratulatory noise. He presented Patton with the electric flosser that he had pulled out. Another fine tickly piece of equipment designed by the beloved Prince and Duke duo. Instead of the traditional flosser tip, it had a stiff pipe cleaner end that had a medium roughness it to it.
"I propose using “tools” on your hip bones may provide a… rougher reaction."
Patton stammered for a moment as Logan powered up the flosser.
"M-my hips?? My hips are… really bad though, Lo! I don't want to get too loud! It is rather late, don't you think?"
"Of course. This is an awful spot on you, correct?"
Patton nodded. Logan hummed as he moved his thumb as if to turn it off. Patton relaxed a bit before hearing the flosser get louder. He popped one eye open to see Logan know kneeling over him slightly.
"Let's see how quiet you can be~"
The flosser was placed on Patton’s right hip bone, scratching against the skin that Logan had allowed it to poke and prod against. The moral aspect shrieked, immediately thrashing this way and that. Patton's legs flapped and jerked as Logan smirked, taking in Patton’s feeble attempts to escape the torment that was happening to his body. Patton gripped onto the comforter for better security, feeling his voice getting louder and hitching at times.
"This is merely experimental but I guess I could stay here… forever~"
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Patton was currently switching between deep croaks and cackles as Logan bounced the tip on his hips as if he were writing words and sentences on that one spot. Tears were now streaming down the moral facet's face yet Logan did not quit the torment. He was going for other spots with various prods and scratches that made Patton arch his back. The latter side kept letting out long strings of cackles for the duration of the time. However long Logan planned to do this was how long Patton would have to try to not make his voice any louder, which was easier said than done.
A/N: SPOILERS FOR THE NEWEST EPISODE! ["Why is Dating Scary?"] I loved this episode so much and the younger versions of them were so adorable so I wanted to write for each of them.
Sidenote: Left Brain and Right Brain with be written as an acronym in the tags so if there is already a tag made for them, let me know so I can fix it, please and thank you ^^
Character(s): Logan Sanders (+ Left Brain), Roman Sanders (+ Vision), Patton Sanders (+ Right Brain), Virgil Sanders (+ 20y Version), Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders
Concept(s): Roman gets tickled by Vision, Roman tickles Vision back, Patton gets tickled by Right Brain, Right Brain tickles Patton back, Logan gets tickled by Left Brain, Logan tickles Left Brain back, Younger Virgil gets tickled by Virgil, Virgil tickles Younger Virgil back, Remus gets revenge on Janus, Everyone is ticklish
Pairing(s): N/A
Synopsis: Short drabbles of the Sides and their younger halves; Remus getting his "revenge" on Janus for not being in the video
Trigger(s): N/A (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)
Word Count: 196 words; 150 words; 303 words; 202 words; 195 words
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Roman
"Stop with your… shoulder… trickery, older me!"
"Well, I would stop if you would just…"
What started as playful shoving, turned into full-on roughhousing as the two started clamping their hands down on different parts of the body, including Vision taking a jab at Roman's underarms. This caused the prince to jump back a bit and cover that area!
"Ah ha! I seem to have found your weakness."
"Oh great. Another person to be a pain in the—"
Roman squawked as Vision went under his underarms.
"Lihihihittle me! Se-seize this!"
"Little you?! I'm 21!"
"Stihihihill— AHAHAHAHAHA! NOTTHERIBS!"
"I will vaniquish thee with the power of three… fingers!"
Roman curled into himself.
"Nohohohoho! No fingers! Stop pohohoking me!"
"Never! You will surely perish here, or my name isn't—"
Vision squealed when Roman squeezed his sides. Vision let go of Roman for a moment, only to get trapped into a semi-bear hug by the creative aspect.
"Come n-now, bigger me. I was just messing around."
Vision giggled when Roman went for his sides.
"Yes, of course~ And I want to play a game. Let's see how long it takes before you are cackling like a witch~"
"EHEHEHEVIL! NOHOHOHOHO!"
~_~_~_~_~_~
Patton
"And you just look so precious! I could literally just squeeze you!"
Right Brain snickered as Patton squished his face and booped his nose.
"Well it's nice to see that I went from being a little ol' tadpole to big ol' froggo!"
Patton nodded as he gave Right Brain another tight hug, this time accidentally scratching his back in a very tickly way. The younger Patton giggled again.
"Bahahahack! My bahahack!"
"Oh what is it, RB? Ticklish back?"
Right Brain gasped and giggled more pressure was applied to his spine by a few walking fingers.
"Mehehehehe?! Nohohohoho!"
"Why yes! Yes, I will tickle tickle you because you deserve it, RB!"
Despite the fact Patton was having fun, when Right Brain got his small bit of revenge by getting his sensitive ears, he didn't fight back. It was so fun to just be able to look back on him in nostalgic.
~_~_~_~_~_~
Logan
"So you are me… but from the future?"
"Yes. Though I would believe that this shouldn't make any logical sense."
"It, in fact, does not."
Left Brain kept circling Logan, clearly in awe of meeting him older self.
"And you claim that you don't feel emotions?"
"It doesn't make sense for me to, no."
"But that would be a logical fallacy. Seeing that the brain creates the stimuli that would cause emotional reactions to occur one would assume that it must come from the brain naturally."
Logan stiffened at that remark. That's when Left Brain noticed and tried his best to backtrack.
"Wh-what I meant to say was that… it's nothing against you— us. We are the brain, or at least, one half of it."
Logan shook his head and put a hand on Left Brain's shoulder.
"You made a… veracious statement. I can't disagree with it wholeheartedly."
Left Brain's eyes widen.
"So you can feel emotions??"
"If your theory is correct, then, yes. Yes, I can."
Left Brain lightly gripped Logan's hips and made him slightly jump, choking out a chuckle. The younger logic looked on in awe.
"Ooh~ Fascinating~"
"Now… wahahait! Left… plehehehease!"
"I didn't know we had ticklish hips! Right Brain always is going for my neck and sides."
Logan tried to lightly shove Left Brain away but to no avail. Eventually, Logan just let his ankles buckle, toppling over onto the ground. Left Brain stopped.
"Are you okay… uhh… Logic?"
"Affirmative."
Left Brain helped Logan back up once Logan's breathing became neutral again.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
"Now…"
Logan puts Left Brain into a gently side hold as he poked the latter's hipbone.
"… I think a requital is an order."
"Whahahahat? Nohohohohoho."
Logan didn't enjoy this. Absolutely not. His younger self wasn't adorable in anyway. That would be silly.
~_~_~_~_~_~
Virgil
"Neat jacket, Anxiety~"
"I actually have a name now. Virgil."
The young fearful trait stared at Virgil for a moment, his fingers grazing Virgil's palm. The older Side snickered under his breath.
"Woah! What was that?"
"Uhuhuhuh… I'm tickl—"
Oh right. His younger self was very reserved and didn't get tickled until later in life when he met the Light Sides officially. Virgil snickered more as the younger version of himself gripped his hand and scratched into the crevices.
"Cool!"
"Ehehehehehehe! Nuhuhuhuhu!"
The latter Virgil stopped after a few minutes, which allowed Virgil to take a few breaths to stop from cackling louder.
"Whahat did you stop for?"
"I felt you were getting more uncomfortable. So I stopped."
"Ihihihi… I was fine…"
The younger anxious trait blinked a few times before nodding. Virgil held his hands out and asked if his younger self wanted to feel the sensation too. He nodded slowly. Virgil wiggled his fingers into the others palm, causing him to back up more against the wall, using the other hand to hold onto Virgil's shoulder.
"Nohohohoho! Ihihihit's weird! It feheheheels weird!"
"That's what it's supposed to feel like. Let's see if the backs are ticklish too."
"Oh… oh nohohoho…"
~_~_~_~_~_~
Remus & Janus
"… and you just LEFT ME HERE! All aloooooone!"
Remus' theatrics were always welcomed… if Janus hadn't already spent the better half of the day dealing with the others dramatic asses.
"You were alone for a very limited amount of time."
Remus pouted.
"It's not fair! I wanted to go too!"
"And do what exactly, darling?"
"Have fun!"
"We didn't even get to see you or me in the past."
Remus gasped.
"How booooring! We were a dynamic duo even back then!"
"Yes, yes. I know you are upset but in essence… I wasn't the one to entirely keep you repressed today."
"Suuure, Janny."
Remus tackled Janus down to the bed and held his arms up. The snake aspect jumped out of his skin a bit when Remus, scratched behind his ears.
"Revenge is best served cold~"
"Remus? Rehehehemus no!"
Remus giggled evilly as he watched Janus try to squirm away from his tickly fingers and tentacles. It was all playful bickering and fighting. Nothing too serious but still he would have Janus there until he passes out or he apologizes. Janus had a lot of resistance against Remus' antics so this would take a while.
It started with going to the kitchen in tears from another emotional crash. Next it was Patton being held up by two of Remus’ tentacles. Patton shrank a bit as he tried blinking the tears out of his eyes so that they would go away faster.
“A-a-ah… Re-mus…”
“Whatcha frowny about Froggo~?”
“Oh it’s nothing, kiddo! You don’t have to–”
Patton felt his shirt rise up but Remus’ hands hadn’t moved yet. Then he heard the smooth chuckles of the deceptive trait.
“Lying again, are we? That is very fitting for the embodiment of morality~”
“Jan? Ree? What is this about?”
“Time to cheer up, Uh oh, Daddy-O!”
Remus’ tentacle that was around Patton’s wrists rose up a little more so his knees would bend. Now that second tentacle could comfortably wrap around Patton’s thigh so he was secured in the air.
“All stranded, Janny!”
“Indeed~ Now will you tell us why you are upset Patton?”
Patton felt his toes being held back before two hands scratched into his soles. He burst into giddy giggles.
“Jahahahan!”
“Aww~ Such a cute little tadpole we have here~”
Remus wiggled his finger into Patton’s navel, causing tears to spill from the moral facet’s eyes.
“Rehehehemus!”
“Aww, what’s the matter, Daddy~? Can’t stand the tummy tickles~? Are you going to keep moving around like a caught fish on a line~?”
Patton’s bashful blush went down to the nape of his neck as he tried wiggling more, only for Janus to put a hand under each of his armpits and claw. Patton went limp and just cackled insanely.
“Ooh wee! Found a cackle corner~ Let me find one~”
Remus let the tip of his tentacle that was around Patton’s thigh wiggled and “kissed” Patton’s inner thigh.”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“FOUND ANOTHER ONE!! HAHA!!”
“REE-EEP!!”
Janus squeeze one of Patton’s sides as he fell into even more peals of laughter to which Remus started teasingly cooing at him.
“Aww, look at you! Can we keep him, Dee?”
Janus smirked as he went for a different tickling method of Patton’s soles.
Patton hiccuped and cackled for hours after. At least he wasn’t sad anymore.
“Oh, I don’t know… give me 10 more minutes and I might reconsider…”
Warnings: Mouth tickles, tickly kisses, tickly nibbles, mention of bugs, mention of ghosts, comfort with no angst, teasy nicknames. This is Lee!Patton with Ler!Logan. Around 2.000 words. They are just being soft and cute. It can be viewed as both platonic or romantic, I personally like to think they are in a queerplatoic relationship.
Kanene’s notes: Heya, beaaans. I hope you’re doing great today!! Sooo, today (23, november) is MY BIRTHDAY!! and therefore this blog’s birthday! So this fic is kind of a gift from me to myself and also something nice to my followers as well. I hope you all like this just as much as I liked to write. Thank you for sticking with me for so long. <333333
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Logan woke up to a cold feeling prickling at his skin. He scrunched his nose, a low hiss coming from his lips in annoyance for being suddenly pulled from his warm, nice sleep slumber. His vision was blurred, both by the tiredness and the natural darkness of the night. However, even without his glasses he managed to make sense of the form which sneaked under his comforters.
"Patton...?"
"Sorry." The one being called murmured, immediately scurrying to occupy the warm spot at his side, adjusting the comforter to cover both of them and taking the opportunity to press his face firmly on Logan's chest.
Uh. Strange.
"Patton, it’s..." His voice was slightly hoarse at the edges, the rational part of his brain saying he should drink a cup of water and being quickly shutted down by his body, who barely managed to turn a glance to the clock on his desk with all the little energy he had. "Three in the morning. Please don't tell me you were still-"
He was cut by Patton pressing his face even firmer on his chest, a displeased, yet low groan reverberating in the silence.
"Not now," And with that Logan's resolve completely crumbled under the vulnerability that showed in those words, his arms pulling the other closer by instinct, hiding his face on his disheveled hair, lips planting a comforting, awkward kiss there. "Please."
"Of course."
A sigh of relief escaped from Patton's mouth, his muscles relaxing again and, when Logan realized nothing more would be said or done by the other, he let go of the string that kept him awake.
...
He woke up again to his own alarm, turning it off before having his morning stretches interrupted by Patton, who hugged him more with a soft sound, using the hand that wasn’t somewhat contorted under his torso (how did he even manage to get to this position?) to hold tightly to his shirt, soft snores and low nonsenses scrambling out of his lips in protest.
Logan huffed, pretending that no, his heart wasn’t melting, don’t be illogical.
He just… Patton seemed rather distressed when he went to sleep last night, so maybe Logan could spoil him this morning. Just a bit. Just for today.
His fingers gently drowned themselves in the wild, soft curls of the cat lover, occupying themselves in scratching and massaging his scalp, watching with a soft hint of a grin when Patton melted even more in his embrace, slightly tilting his head so he could enjoy even more the head scritches.
“Cute.” Logan’s mind unhelpfully supplied. He made a face at the feeling blossoming on his chest.
However his attention quickly went back to the one who went to sleep on ungodly hours, trailing his hands lower and lower on his scalp until his nails were carefully drawing senseless lines and shapes on the unprotected neck, gaze totally focused on how Patton’s smile grew bigger and a sea of mumbly, giggly words started to escape from his lips, eyes closed and movements clumsily slow.
“Noho…”
Ok. Maybe his heart was melting. But just the tiniest, littlest bit.
“Yohoung ghost... nohoho tickles!”
Logan chuckled quietly, briefly wondering what was happening on Patton’s dream and how much time he could keep this before the one with curly, bouncy (which, interestingly, was also an adjective that could be used to describe Patton’s general personality) hair would wake up and realize what was really happening.
Afterall, Logan was a person endeared by science and its quirks, therefore, it seemed likely an experiment was in order.
His other hand crawled over the other’s stomach until it reached his side in an almost-there touch, the tip of his fingertips just barely touching the skin and going back and forth, back and forth, sliding from one spot to another. Patton squirmed weakly, his nose scrunching in an adorable expression before a quiet, high pitched sound which sounded suspiciously as a hint of a squeal.
“Don- dohohon’t… call your friends!”
Logan shoved, gently, his face on his neck, chuckling as his efforts concentrated in slowly and lightly poke his way to the ticklish ribs, his embrace preventing the other to roll out of the bed, more lovely giggles escaping freely and filling the air.
“No floating hands, too!”
Logan hummed seriously in response, entertaining Patton’s sleep-talking while adjusting his position so his breathing would be in that ideal position - right behind Patton’s left ear - therefore he would be able hear more of those sleepy, low squeaks.
“...s...silly... You’re silly billy ghosts.” The protest lost all its already inexistent heat when pronounced in between such a bright smile and quiet titters, Logan mused. He did, however, wondered if he could escalate the, quite silly, indeed, experiment since the other showed no signals of discomfort or even any hints that he would be waking up any soon.
He wormed his hand to one of the cat lover’s armpit, wiggling his fingers there with a little bit more of vigor, - which, compared to the others “attacks”, wasn’t a lot, - just enough to make Patton giggle a tad louder, his squirming getting stronger for a piece of second before he melted completely on Logan’s hug, more soft yelps escaping from his mouth.
“I... admit. Plehehease.”
“Hm?” Logan offered, curious to see to what direction the dream had wandered.
“I lohohove the…tickles!” He smiled. “ Dohohon’t stop!”
Logan yelped in surprise, not expecting that kind of answer.
‘We get it!!’ All of Logan’s braincells screamed in sync while the attacker was hit by a sudden, quite strong, urge to hear that same sentence over and over and over again, pronounced in between more awake, squeaky-er and louder laughter, with gleaming eyes full of joy staring at him and maybe even a bit of red taking over Patton’s features. ‘You! Are! Adorable!’
“Is that so, Patton?” He questioned, his tickling halting to a stop, his hand back to comb the wild curls.
“Lohoho?” Small frown forming, eyes moving behind fluttering eyelids.
“It’s me, indeed.” Logan watched the seconds that took for vivid eyes to blink open, gaze locking on his, consciousness beginning to grow stronger and stronger as the pieces of time went by.
“Good morning, Patton.”
“ ‘ornin, Lo’an.” He yawned, tangling their legs together even more. Logan scolded his features to contain the smirk that struggled to take over his face.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked, instead.
In a blink, Patton seemed to freeze, wide eyes carefully scanning him. Logan tilted his head slightly to the side, using the tatic Roman taught him for when both would be caught in the middle of their shenanigans by their parents and wanted to distract them with what their most dramatic one liked to call ‘The cute, confused puppy face’.
It was also quite endearing how much Patton seemed to be distracted by it, as well.
Patton blinked. And then he smiled, not a hint of suspicion on his expressions.
“Yes!” He sighed, briefly closing his eyes in a smile. “I had a very nice dream.”
Logan huffed, a hint of playfulness painting his features, goosebumps following his fingers as he trailed his nails in preparation to attack, again, the unfairly sensitive neck. “I noticed, with your uncontrollable giggles.”
It took a couple of heartbeats for his words to sink in. Enough time for a song to end, for a cat to throw something from a high place under the disapproving glare of its owner and for a star to explode and to begin to shine. Enough moments for the one who just woke up to realize what the gleam on the other's eyes meant and for his face to be completely tinted in red, his body automatically trying to squirm to far, far away, only then realizing how much their cuddling position left him all nice and trapped in Logan’s arms.
“Nooo…” He whined half heartedly, face one more time finding its hiding spot on his partner’s chest. Logan’s chuckles reverberated through his body, his breath teasing the tickle spots on his ears which - unfairly - buzzed, seeing much more ticklish than the normal by the way a loud squeak filled the room and all his nerves tingled with an anew excited energy.
“And why not, Patton? Please enlighten me…” Logan slowly crawled his hands under his shirt, enjoying the sight of the other wiggling, with a small, wobbly smile plastered on his face as cold fingers began to trail tickly-ticklish tracks on his back, finding those truly delightful, sensitive spots right where his ribs connected with his back and attacking them with just the necessary amount of scribbles and prodding to make Patton arch his torso and run directly to the tickly kisses that were waiting for his defenseless neck.
“Lo! Lo-lo, that is not-” He gasped when a stray kiss attacked that place under his chin, fishing a thoughtful hum from his attacker, who didn’t take long before he began to concentrate his efforts in abusing that very specific spot, high pitched laughter following his moves. “Not fair. Wait! Logan!”
“So my name is Logan now? According to your previous, and I must point out, empty protests a few minutes ago I was just a ‘silly billy ghost’.”
Patton squealed in (surprise surprise!) protest, no words except for an incoherent mumbling falling from his lips as he hugged his partner close.
“Or maybe you’re the one who is feeling silly right now?” Logan tsked, taking his sweet time to explore with scratches and scribbles the weaks spots between the cat lover’s shoulder blades, catching more wiggles and squeaks. “Well, since you seemed so keen to find a nickname for me, maybe I should return the favor. What do you think?”
“Dohon’t be mean!”
“I can assure you that is not my intention in the slightest. Nicknames, you see, are actually a fairly common way to show affection through terms of endearment.” He ignored Patton’s snort in order to adjust his arms, pulling his body up so he would be able to nuzzle his partner’s stomach, being gifted with louder, uncontrollable laughter and hands trying, halfhearty, to push his head away as he took as his new duty to press raspberry after raspberry at every single inch of ticklish skin.
After a couple of minutes he paused to appreciate the mirth shining on Patton’s expression, who smiled even bigger when his eyes were caught, bubbly giggles spilling and filling their room.
“Maybe I should call you a Squeaky Toy?” Logan’s hand shot to his sides, the surprising squeezes pulling reactions from the other that only proved his point.
Patton blew a raspberry at him in protest, after his titters subdued.
“I see, I see.” Logan began to walk his hands to his armpits, each poke and vibrate of fingers making squirms to take over Patton’s body. “Maybe calling you my Wiggly-wiggley-Worm will suffice, them? It seems like a very fitting nickname.”
“Nohoho! No worms!”
Logan chuckled, fondness flowing from every teasy word.“No worms, then. But what about bugs?” He abandoned his plan to attack his armpits and decided, instead, to place his index fingers, one on each cheek, and swirl them. More high pitched giggles following every spiral, every wobbly line drawn on the unusual tickle spot. “Tiny bugs trailing and tickle-tickle-tickling all of your tickle spots, slowly transforming you into a very quite silly, quite giggly bug, too. Doesn’t that sound delightful, my silly Giggle Bug? To just giggle and giggle until you’re no more than a cute mess of laughter?”
Patton squealed, hugging himself and shaking his head, only to squeal and hug himself more as the soft scribbles continued to attack his face. He loved and regretted (but not really) the night - during those late sleepover’s hours when everything and anything loses and gains a new meaning - he “accidentally” confessed that his cheeks were a soft tickle spot for . That added with nice nicknames and gentle ticklish traces? He felt like he was going to melt at any moment.
“No mohohore, behehear!”
Logan stopped, staring at him with a quirk of his eyebrow. “I can’t tell… Are you being genuine? Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes.” Titters continued to take over his words, mingling themselves with soft snorts at Logan’s serious nod as he rubbed Patton’s cheeks, the firm touch making the insistent tingles go away. Patton couldn’t stop his happy smile from going from one ear to another.
“Thank you, my blushy bear.” True to his nickname, Logan’s ears painted themselves in a lovely shade of red, a pout-y huff escaping from their owner. “Or should I continue to call you my silly billy ghost?” Patton tiles his head, as if he was truly considering the options, a poke on his side made his pose crumble under a few stray giggles.
“You know, we could always continue the experiment until I find a fitting nickname for you.” Logan threatened, rolling his eyes, not unkindly, when Patton pouted at him, holding their hands together. “Don’t use your so-called ‘puppy eyes’ on me. You started it.”
Patton chuckled and hugged him, not really denying anything as he hummed happily.
Logan found himself thinking about love and care and that kind of warmth that fills your heart, fulfilling your entire body in a few seconds..
Oh, well. Patton kissed his eyelids and he hummed in response. It seems like they would be late for breakfast.
