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.
Sirius is ticklish in allllll the classic places: underarms, feet, ribs, stomach. And he is the switchiest of all the switches! He isn't shy about asking for tickles when he wants them. He'll straight up walk to Remus and drop, "I need you to tickle the fuck outta me." And Remus is more than happy to oblige. He starts almost every single tickle fight the Marauders have. And God help the poor bastard that gets teamed up on by James and Sirius. Sirius loves tickling Remus the most. Remus is such a serious person (understandably), that Sirius will tickle him practically every day.
Remus is verrrryyyyy ticklish. This dude is ticklish on his friggin' calves for goodness sake. He is ticklish everywhere. His parents were very affectionate, but Remus was bitten when he was only 5. Growing up, he didn't necessarily want physical affection as much due to the bite and his inward hatred of himself. But then Sirius fuckin' Black came into his life and touched him all the damn time. The first time Sirius found out Remus was ticklish was two days after they were roomed together at Hogwarts. James and Sirius were torturing Peter and Remus casually stated they would kill the boy if they didn't stop soon. Prompting James and Sirius to turn their attentions to Remus. Remus will deny it, but he absolutely loved it! Sirius became Remus' main tickler. A few days after one bad full moon (once he'd healed completely), Sirius couldn't take Remus' downtrodden expression anymore and proceeded to tickle the ever loving shit out of Remus. He tickled him for close to half an hour straight, only stopping every so often to kiss Remus' stupid adorable face.
omg the lil drabbles you’ve written so far are all SO cute I can barely handle it - I’ve missed your writing so much!! If you’re still up for more, maybe wolfstar with shriek? Or silent laughter if you prefer? As always thank you so much for sharing your writing with us! And happy holidays!!!
Sirius was never one for studying. What could he say? It wasn’t as though he struggled in his classes, and while it was good of Remus to bring him to the library and try to get him on task, his boyfriend really should have known better than to expect Sirius to get any work done.
It didn’t stop Remus continuing to study, despite Sirius’ increasingly annoying distraction techniques. He maintained an admirable facade of inattention as Sirius played one-sided footsie underneath the library table, then removed both of Remus’s shoes using just his feet. Sirius finally received the reaction he was looking for when he lifted one of Remus’ socked feet into his lap and began tickling it under the table.
“S-Stop it!” Remus hissed, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He kicked out at Sirius’ leg with his other foot, which gave Sirius the perfect opportunity to pull it into his lap as well and begin tickling both of Remus’ feet at the same time. “Sihihirius!”
Really, Sirius shouldn’t have been surprised when Remus pulled out his wand to hit him with a tickling hex - though they did both get kicked out of the library when Sirius shrieked at the sudden flurry of ticklish ghost-hands that attacked him at Remus’ order.
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: 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 :D
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.
Concept(s): Logan is interrogating the Dark Sides, Janus is ticklish, Remus is ticklish, Virgil is ticklish, Remus likes foot tickles
Pairing(s): N/A
Prompt(s): "Flustered"
Synopsis: Logan interrogates the Dark Sides
Trigger(s): (Mention) The word "fetish"; Innuendos (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: 925 words
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A flustering bet with Logan of all people? This was going to be fun. Remus was there for “moral support”. Of course he was.
“Now, we will begin with the digitals.”
Virgil took a flosser and applied it to Janus’ toes, making the latter aspect cackle.
“The method seems to have drastic effects on our subject. I must say, your laugh is quite deep. Is this how you naturally sound when laughing or are you covering it up like Remus does under certain circumstances?”
“IHIHIHIHIT’S MY REAL LAHAHAUGH!!”
“Very well.”
Logan nodded to Virgil to move over to Remus.
“It has come to my attention that you have a complete fascination with feet. Some might refer to it as a 'fetish', do they not?”
“Yehehehes!”
“Hmm… tell us Remus, do you or do you not prefer methods of gargalesis and/or methods of knismesis?”
“I dohohohon’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”
“Then we shall demonstrate. First, the knismesis method.”
A soft bristle makeup brush was trailed across Remus’ feet, making him wiggle around.
“Awh! These restraints won’t do. The Duke is clearly too sensitive. Stocks will be better suited for him.”
One snap and Remus’ soles were in stocks with the toes pulled back by string.
“Let’s start again but this time, start from the heel and create motions upward.”
Virgil nodded again before going back to the soft tickling method. Remus was laughing but not screaming, just tittering and chortling. A hiccup or two would escape his lips but not much else.
“Now, we will continue with the gargalesis method.”
“Wait. WAIT! I like the other method!”
“I see. So, what you are saying to me, Remus… is that you enjoy the pleasure of softer, feathery sensations on your feet than rougher ones? Does this have to do with your heavy fixation of feet? Or is it just your feet that give you that sensation? Does this happen every time others get their feet tickled or just when yours are the subject of torment, hm?”
Remus covered his face as it was going crimson red. Janus watched as all of this happened. Though his arms were in bonds, he was at least able to sit up on the lab table.
“I require an adequate answer, Remus. One that is preferable would be: 'Yes or No'. You may continue further explanation if warranted or needed.”
“Ihihihihi cahahan’t?”
“Hmm… I think I can work with that answer. So tell me, Remus, does tickling your soles give you a boost in oxytocin also known as the 'cuddle hormone'? It might even give off the feelings that take place when dopamine is involved. Is that correct, Remus?”
“Nohohohohohoho!”
“‘No’? Well, that can’t be possible. Considering both of those hormones are required to have emotional and even physical connections with others. Are you saying that hormones are not the reason for any of these feelings that come from the experiencing tickling?”
“Yehehehehehehes!”
“This is a very confusing subject matter. At one point, you answered 'No', indicating that you do not have an increase in oxytocin or dopamine when you experience tickling and now you are confirming that you do. Which one is it, Remus? I would like a real response from you this time. Yes or no answers will be considered as an informal statement.”
Remus couldn’t respond. With all of this going on, Janus took in what Remus was trying to say.
“He…”
“Oh! The other subject would like a chance to add to the conversation. You may speak for Remus if he is unable to do so himself.”
“He has confided in me that he likes getting his feet tickled and can barely stand when others are getting them treatment in front of him unless it is something like a spa visit. It’s not so much a 'fetish', as in if you push your foot in his face, he will not go… uhh… hard… he will just be extremely flustered to say the least.”
“Is that true, Remus?”
Remus nodded his head. Logan rolled his eyes and got up to walk over to Janus’ bed.
“I will take that as an answer. You are free to leave, Remus.”
Logan snaps and the instructive aspect disappeared. Now, all eyes were on Janus.
“Now, on to you, Janus.”
Logan summoned the forbidden black folder. All of the secrets even Janus didn’t know about were stored there.
“Your feet are the most sensitive area on your being, correct?”
“I… suppose that’s true, yes.”
“Does tickling your feet the same way as Remus have the same effects on?”
“I don’t think so.”
Logan nodded before going over to the stocks and placing both of Janus’ soles in them before he summoned a similar makeup brush like Virgil had used earlier.
“We will begin with methods of knismesis. We will start on your human half and compare it to your other, scaled half.”
Well, the theory was proven most false. Janus clearly was more sensitive to softer tickles on his right opposed to his left. Using hands were a bit different depending on pressure points, methods, and teases used.
“For you to be one that usually teases us, you sure are sensitive to it being given to you.”
Janus flushed even more at the statement, bringing him closer to cackling louder than before.
“Now it’s time for methods of gargalesis.”
Janus didn’t have time to brace himself before he started cackling and thrashing. The two lers were bent on breaking the snake aspect down to a pond of giggles.
A/N: I had this idea for a while but didn’t know what the pairing would be. It ended up being a duo between Remus and Virgil. These are more stories that comes from the prompt list concept I had created and 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.
Concept(s): Remus is ticklish, Virgil (technically) tickles Remus, Virgil owns a “tickle hoodie”, Remus gets tickled by the tickle hoodie, Remus likes soft tickles
Pairing(s): (Platonic) Dukexiety
Prompt(s): "Hoodie"
Synopsis: Remus steals one of Virgil’s hoodie and just so happened to be a special type of hoodie.
Trigger(s): Innuendos (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: 1,148 words
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Virgil was right about that old hoodie. It did provide comfort even in his lowest times. But for the embodiment of chaos, those moments where his own mind was overwhelming was truly rare. It was so often that he told himself that he should be used to it and why did it start to feel like his head was constantly pounding, even when standing perfectly still.
Though Virgil still made it no secret that he could tolerate him and Janus at best, Remus still was fond of standing in as Virgil’s annoying “older brother” and having all of the perks that came with that. Stealing his clothes and holding a random ransom in order to make it harder to get it back was one of those “perks”.
He had stolen this particular hoodie a while ago because it seemed like something Virgil wouldn’t want to have out in the open. It was a pastel purple hoodie with a soft, fleece interior that made it incredibly warm and comforting to wear. It had stitched off areas on different parts, including the hood part. The sleeves had thumbholes and were long enough to keep your hands inside of them anyway. And on top of all of that, it was weighted. Why Virgil would hide such a perfect jacket was beyond Remus.
He wore it around his room a couple of times just to get a feeling for it but soon he remembered the ransom when Virgil texted him later that day. Remus, being the cheeky ragebaiter he was, poked fun at Virgil hiding a hoodie like this because of what the others would think.
Virgil: Whatever, Remus! Just give me my shit back!
Remus: Not until you tell me what it’s for~
Virgil: Why would I do that?
Remus: Oh… just in case, I want to burn it~
Virgil's slew of angry emoji responses made it clear to Remus that the hoodie was special. Considering how neat and well-thought out the gift was, it had to be the combined effort of the Light Sides. Everything screamed "Make the new guy comfortable".
Virgil: ISTG REMUS! IF YOU DESTROY THAT FUCKING HOODIE!
Remus: Chill your dick! I still have it!
It wasn’t a long time before Virgil barged into Remus’ room as he was feeding his pet rats. He put on his “innocent” act.
“Why~ If it isn’t Raccoon Boy~ What brings you by~?”
“Fuck off, Remus! You know exactly what this is about!”
Remus cuddled Gluestick close to his chest while pulling the hoodie down.
“Oh what’s the matter? Hate to see me so comfortable~? For shame, Virgey. Haven’t they taught you better?”
Virgil grumbled under his breath before it started to dawn on him what hoodie Remus was wearing and then got a smirk on his face.
“I guess I didn’t leave the remote inside of it. That’s good.”
“I knew it! I knew there was a reason you didn’t want me to see this! It’s your jerk-off tee~”
Virgil cringed as he summoned something into his hand, possibly the remote he had mentioned.
“Ew! Gross! The hoodie doesn’t do that!”
“Oh phooey~ Everyone has become boring as fuck, I see~”
“Oh hush, Remus.”
Virgil placed the batteries that went to the remote into the back of it, a green light flashing at the top of it. Remus was trying to peek over the latter side’s shoulder to see what all of the buttons said but Virgil kept it close to himself as he readjusted another knob before clicking a button. That’s when Remus’ breath hitched. It felt as though the hoodie… came to life?? The fleece interior was now softly brushing against his back but not hard enough to invoke any type of boisterous laughter.
“H-hey… Virge?”
Remus had to put his pet down just in case things got out of hand. Virgil just eyed Remus as he seemed to be struggling more.
“Yes? What’s up?”
“What’s your shit doing to m-me?”
That last hiccup came with a snort as Remus started to feel his sides being tampered with. Virgil tapped the remote against his opposite hand as his smirk widened.
“It’s doing what it’s intended to, actually.”
“Wha… what?”
“The hoodie is meant for when I get into certain moods and don’t want to ask the others. They made this hoodie with multiple settings so I can get all of the enjoyment I want out of it. Never thought about using it on the others before.”
Remus scrunched up as he felt the soft interior rubbing against the underside of his jaw.
“You… you hahahave a tickle hoodihihihie?? No fair! Whyhyhy didn’t you ask mehehehe first?”
“And has my experience been ruined by your ‘adjustments’? Not a chance.”
Remus’ snorting got worse as time went on, especially when the rubbing got closer to his hips. His hips are so sensitive but the softer the tickles were, the more it felt like Remus would start cackling. The intrusive facet rolled around on the floor, hugging himself close as the tickling continued. He no longer wanted to fight back. Soft tickles were hard to come by, even by Janus. Sure, he was gentle in a sense, but the teasing made Remus the experience even worse.
Maybe he could ask Patton but he knew that even if Patton said yes, it would be a constant asking of “How comfortable he was” until Remus got impatient and possibly make the moral figment upset. He would rather die than tell Roman; giving out free blackmail isn’t Remus’ style after all. Logan could also do it but if he wanted to have a simple experience, which was rare, he had a fear that Logan would turn it into a long, scientific experiment.
Virgil was making this all worth it. Just letting Remus basically get himself tickled because of many factors. The first being Remus could just take the hoodie off, which Virgil recommended once the lower part of the hoodie started tickling Remus above his hipbones. The second was just telling Virgil to turn it off, especially if he was truly getting tired of sensation; Virgil would understand. But he didn’t. He just kept letting the hoodie do its thing, even putting the hood back on so that his scalp could get scratched.
The session lasted some time before Virgil powered it off. Remus sat up quickly from his slumped position with a visible pout.
“Why’d you stop it?”
“It’s been two hours, Remus.”
The emerald trait scoffed.
“I’ve been tickled worse for longer. Hit me, Emobolt~!”
Virgil hesitated. It wasn’t often to see Remus want something so… casual and soft. But just because it was a rarity didn’t mean that he shouldn’t indulge a little. Somewhat revenge for some of the nonsense Remus has put him and the others through and somewhat Virgil actually enjoying seeing Remus so happy just be tickled softly.
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, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders
Concept(s): Remus is ticklish, Virgil tickles Remus, Logan tickles Remus, Remus is a prankster, Roman gets blackmail on Remus, Roman is ticklish, Hair Dye prank
Synopsis: Remus pulled one, too many pranks on Logan and Virgil; the two get their revenge on him
Trigger(s): Sexual Innuendoes, Caps (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: 751 words
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“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE–”
The sound of glass shattering and a loud thud, followed by boisterous cackles didn’t seem to faze the logical aspect. That was a fairly common occurrence. Remus was a prankster, no less than his brother. Maybe it went a bit too far this time. But why not red food dye in the shampoo bottles of the anxious trait so that he would have the same color scheme as his twin.
Logan sighed, knowing the route that Remus would take. He got up from his place on the couch, walked over to the second doorway to the living room that would make them come out to the dining room and waited for him. Just as he calculated, Remus came flying through the doors and right into his arms. The sudden impact caught the brazen figment off guard.
“The fuck?! OH! oh shit~!”
Virgil came into the room, hair still slightly red from the soap.
"May I get an explanation for this?"
Logan was unbothered by the thrashing side in his grasp.
“Remus put dye in my shampoo!”
“It was food dye! Honestly! You have no idea how hard it is to put real dye in shampoo bottles and it actually works?! You are just being a sore, fucking loser, Virgey~”
“I’ll show you a sore, fucking loser!”
Logan stopped Virgil from tackling Remus to the ground, effectively grounding the latter side before saying:
“Virgil. There’s no need to be violent. However, what Remus did was uncouth to say the least. He should receive a respectable punishment for his behavior.”
“Go to hell, Logan! I don’t need to be punished by you two!”
Then Remus thought about it further before a bright smirk spread across his face.
“Unless… of course… you’re into that~ Is this what you wanted, Logs~? The two of you spanking me raw~?”
Logan held Remus’ wrist up with one hand, adjusting his glasses with the other.
“Corporal punishment is not considered to be effective in getting correct and positive results in recent studies. I think a better punishment can be utilized here. Virgil, do you mind getting Remus hips for me? I need to make sure he is secured for this.”
Virgil took hold of Remus, to which the latter figment smirked.
“Oh, so you are both going to strip me? What position would you like, Teach?”
“Nope! We are not doing this shit!”
Virgil squeezed Remus’ hipbone, making him scream and cackle for a moment. Logan, still securing Remus’ wrist behind his back, took no acknowledgement of the emerald trait’s motions. Once he was properly secured, Logan put his hands on his ribcage. Logan wasted no time clawing into each individual rib and scratching at the bone itself. Virgil was drilling directly into hipbone all the while Remus was screaming with laughter. The “punishment” went on for about 10 minutes before they stopped. Remus was gently placed to the ground on his stomach.
“I would say that this was a good example of ‘positive reinforcement’. Would you like to experience the other type of reinforcement?”
Logan gave Virgil a look then gazed down at Remus’ socked soles. Virgil grinned, making his way around Remus.
“Nohohoho way, Whale Penis! I’d rahather get impaled by Roman’s sword!”
“Nonsense. You would much prefer this method. Most would refer to it as ‘cool down’ rather than call it by its psychological terminology.”
Remus didn’t know what the hell Logan was blathering about but knew that it was probably going to get worse from here. The two started scribbling lightly and rubbing circles into the Duke’s feet. Before he could object to any of that, he melted into the carpet. The three of them never took notice of the figure behind them that was definitely not filming this as blackmail for later. Changing his entire bedroom into a Disney Villain’s wet dream was living his worst nightmare.
When Roman was about to walk away, the singular floorboard that everyone avoided squeaked, getting the others’ attention. Roman’s phone was still on and pointing directly at them to show that it was recording.
“Hey now! Let’s not get hasty.”
“Oh, but Roman. You inserted yourself into the situation. I think it is best we show him what real ‘positive reinforcement’ is like.”
With that, the three chased after the crimson aspect, tackling him to ground. These rounds of sneak attacks went on for a few hours before they all were tuckered out by all of the running, laughing, and screaming.
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): Janus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, (Character) Thomas Sanders, Virgil Sanders
Concept(s): The Sides tickle Thomas, Patton tickles Remus, Remus tickles Janus, Thomas is ticklish, Remus is ticklish, Janus is ticklish, Remus refers to Patton as "Daddy" (non-sexual), Thomas and his Sides swear, Roman and Virgil appear (briefly)
Pairing(s): N/A
Prompt: "Sides"
Synopsis: Thomas is being hostile towards his Sides; they help remedy that
Trigger(s): Innuendoes, Swearing, Caps (Let me know if there are any more)
Word Count: 1,365 words
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Lethargic. That’s how this day was feeling. No amount of doom scrolling on his feeds or playing Subway Surfers was going to help with this sudden decrease in energy. The embodiment of high energy, however, seemed very unfazed by their host’s clear lack of any motivation to do literally anything. Remus scoffed.
“If you’re so bored, then why not hang out with your new fuck buddy?”
“I don’t feel like bothering Nico, Remus.”
The sluggish weight on his mind, emotions, and body made him also unfazed by Remus’ antics and dirty word play.
“Well, Thomas~ What the fuck do you want me to do about it?!”
“I want you to piss off! That’s what!”
Remus shrugged off the backwards comment.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t you have something better to do like finding your fuck buddy?”
“I’M TRYING TO HELP YOUR PATHETIC ASS!”
“WELL STOP TRYING TO HELP BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT!”
Thomas knew that he couldn’t tune Remus all the way out but he could focus his mind… mind… Logan? Logan! The logical trait rose up in Thomas’ room a few moments later.
“I’m busy! What do you–”
“Hey, Whale Penis! Our little skin puppet is being a raging cunt!”
“I feel the same about you.”
“Hey, Jan-Jan!”
“And there goes my attempt to shut you all out.”
The human curled up even more into the pile of blankets, pulling the hoodie to his jacket over his head. Janus merely smirked at how childish Thomas was behaving. He put his hand under the covers to snatch Thomas’ phone out his hands.
“Nooooo~! You’re gonna make me crash– FUCK!!”
“That’s what you get for being a sour puss!”
“That’s it!”
Thomas launched himself off the bed and attempted to tackle Remus before Logan got in front of him.
“Thomas, stop. You’re not helping either.”
The small spurt of anger subsided as Thomas sighed and with zero buildup, collapsed to the ground, groaning in emotional despair.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“Because, like it or not, we actually care about you dearly, Thomas. Remus’ way of showing that is a lot more direct than you probably need. There is another way for us to show you that–”
“Shut it, Snake Face!”
Thomas was being unusually snarky for some reason. Janus summoned Patton silently, who was cursing quietly under his breath about something. So that might be the source of the problem.
“Patton?”
Patton’s eyes widened as he turned around, acknowledging where he was. He put on that “I’m fine” smile and cheerfully asked what they needed.
“To figure out why Thomas is so… abrasive all of a sudden.”
“It’s just unlike Thomas.”
“Oh, I’m not entirely sure.”
“Ooh, Daddy~! You have the tongue of a Captain!”
Patton’s emotions started flaring up again, for some reason. When he tried speaking again, a croak came out instead. He sighed, giving up entirely on trying to call Remus out on his negative behavior.
“I’ll… I’ll be more careful with emotions.”
“Actually, we kind of need your help. I think I’ve come up with an idea to help Thomas.”
Janus placed himself over Thomas’ stretched out arms.
“W-what are you doing, Janus?”
“Holding up your arms. Logan, will you secure his ankles?”
“My pleasure.”
Thomas started getting this sinking feeling in his stomach.
“You… you’re not planning on getting revenge, are you?”
“No. What would ever give you the thought~?”
Remus was now bouncing on his toes.
“Ooh~! Are we going to tickle the douche? I call dibs on his neck!"
“The goal isn’t to torture him, Remus."
“Awh! Why not?"
“Thomas being in a depressed stupor doesn’t give us a reason to be needlessly cruel to him."
“I guess…"
“‘Ooh~! Is Thomas’ emotions make your dick limp?’”
“H-hey! Don’t impersonate me!”
“Jan. Be nice.”
For a moment, Thomas had forgotten all about the fact Patton was there. This also made him forget how ruthless his aspects can be when they try to cheer him up. If he was being especially stubborn, they would go for those death spots but would have to cover up his mouth so that he wouldn’t blast their eardrums out.
Janus summoned all six arms and began pinching up and down Thomas’ sides. The latter person burst into airy hysterics, wiggling and shimming to get away from the overwhelming amount of fingers touching him. Those 6 hands soon turned into 10 as the others started kneading his sides too. Remus found one particular spot near his underarms that made him jerk harshly.
“A good spot! Hey, Thomas! How would you feel if I were to start digging, digging–”
“REMUS!!”
“Yep! This is a great spot!”
“Remus. We aren’t torturing Thomas, remember?”
“Oh, you three are no fun!”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
“Remus. Slow down.”
“That’s what he said!”
There was a momentary pause as the others got Remus’ hips and started an onslaught of squeezes to them. The way Remus’ entire demeanor changed was laughable.
“NO! NONONONOOOOO!! STAHAHAHAPTHAT!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
“See? It’s no fun being on the other end, now is it, kiddo?”
“Ohohohoho… ehehehehehe… gohohoho to hell, you twink!”
The three went back to ganging up on Thomas before two more figures appeared.
“What the hell are you doing to–”
“Well, that’s surprising to say the least.”
“Vihihihihihigil… Rohohohohohoho… hehehehehelp me!”
“What happened?”
“Thomas being a jackass so Snakey came up with a plan to fix that.”
Virgil rolled his eyes and plopped down next to Logan.
“I guess I can help you guys out. Wanna help, Roman?”
Roman, already ecstatic about it, summoned claws for everyone to use.
“Of course, Doom and Gloom!”
Again with the feeling of a million fingers, this time amplified because of the claws. Thomas wasn’t going to be able to stand this much long–
“Nohohohohoho! PahahahahahaTTON!”
“Oh, look! Thomas also has ‘saddles’.”
“Whahat are ‘saddles’?”
“They’re like you and Jan’s ‘stirrups’ on the thighs but there on his sides. Just look at how much they can stretch and wiggle. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle~!”
Thomas’ face was so red that even his ears were burning. He covered his face up in his elbow.
“Awh! You’re so shy about this. It’s okay. Logan also has them!”
It was Logan’s turn to flush as he scolded the moral facet for bringing him into the conversation like had not just previously called out how “thick” Roman and Janus were. Thomas’ thrashing became stronger as he was eventually able to turn his wrist around and somehow, consciously and unconsciously, squeezed Janus’ hip. A slight hiss escaped the deceptive trait as he moved back until he realized what he was doing as Thomas tried to sit back up.
“Oh, no you don’t, you little–”
“waitwaitwaitwait– I’msorryI’msorryI’msosohohohohohorry!”
“Oho, you’re going to be sorry alright~!”
Thomas shook his head as he felt Janus hold down his wrist and place two more over his mouth.
“Remus.”
“Yeah?”
“… … Get. Him.”
“Ha! Thought you would never fucking ask~!”
Thomas thrashed even more as Remus very slowly, so incredibly slowly clawed into the section of the neck closest to the latter person’s shoulder blade. Thomas’ screams were only partially quieted by Janus’ gloves. He was noticeably red all over now that the Sides believed that his feet were also red.
“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH SUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
“Now, we can’t understand you like that, Thomas? What are you saying? Are you apologizing to us about your terrible behavior from earlier?”
Face. Ears. Hands. Neck. Sides. Stomach. All were red as Rudolph’s nose. Virgil gave them the signal to stop and give Thomas some time to breathe. The six figments waited for Thomas to calm down completely before asking if he felt better.
“Yehehes– Yes, I do.”
“Good to hear, kiddo.”
“Aww, does that mean there won’t be a round 2?”
Thomas scooted back away from them, covering his sides.
“Nohohot right now, Remus.”
“Oh, boo! Fine! Let’s get Janus!”
“No! ReMUS!! Get off of me!”
“Payback for last week, Snake Boi~!”
Laughter sounded throughout the bedroom again but at least it wasn’t Thomas’. The others watched the two aspects before joining in and it led to a fight to see who had the loudest laughter. The winner ended up being Remus but that was no surprise to anyone.
