#virgil needs tickles

[gumnut-logic]

John intervenes 1

This is all @flyboytracy 's fault with their magic gif making skills prompting fic ideas.

However I have to apologise in advance cos this fic comes with a tissue warning. Also, it was supposed to be Allie-focussed and it is, but big brother Scotty plays a very big part in this, and is most of the source of the need for tissues. I'm sorry, Scotty!

Many, many thanks to @katblu42 and @onereyofstarlight for the read throughs and the listening as I wibbled about the ending (I wrote more, but cut it). Also for the tissues needed.

So a heavy angst warning on this for a very upset pair of brothers.

Canon did it, not me! Honest!

-o-o-o-

It was dark and a little scary.

Alan peered out of the elevator into the hangars. The massive caves were quiet except for the distant sounds of the ocean and the wind whistling over the Island.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Dad said he wasn’t to enter the hangars alone as there were too many things that could hurt him. He was too little. One day, yes, but not until he was grown up.

He had, of course, been in here with an older brother or Dad. Brains had even let him in once when Scotty had been hurt, and had shown him what had happened and how he was going to stop it from happening again.

Alan suspected Virgil had asked the engineer to do it because Alan had been scared for his big brother. But the reasoning didn’t matter right at this moment.

What mattered was that he knew how to get aboard Thunderbird One.

An unseen breeze tickled his hair.

The residential elevator opened at the top of the stairs leading down to Thunderbird One’s launch bay. As Alan moved, the gaping cavern lit up automatically, lighting up all the machinery and the stairs he was creeping down.

He needed to do this.

His brothers weren’t so he would.

They spent more time arguing than anything else. Virgil in particular. At least Scotty said he wanted to go. Virgil wouldn’t let him.

The fights were loud.

And hurt.

Alan was sick of crying.

He needed to do something.

Thunderbird One glinted ever so silver and red in the overhead lights. She was massive.

And so…wow.

Alan’s heart thudded in his chest.

International Rescue was shut down. Had been ever since…it happened. His brothers had taken out their ‘birds. Many, many times.

But not anymore.

Alan’s hand seemed small on the pilot delivery system. Brains had hit it while talking a mile a minute, explaining that this was a maintenance delivery system and not the main one Scott used. Something about safety and his brother’s death-defying feats. In any case, the wide platform that assembled at the edge of the chasm below had all the guard rails an eleven-year-old could need.

Thank goodness. Brains had demonstrated how Scotty made it to his pilot chair and it looked terrifying.

Fun but terrifying.

He wasn’t as tall as Brains…yet…he had plans in that area, but he was able to reach the controls and direct the delivery platform over to the huge rocket.

A press of a button and her doors slid open.

Because this was maintenance, the pilot’s chair did not deploy and Alan was able to step off the platform and into One’s cockpit.

He stared at the chair for a moment. The quilted red silicone leather had dips where his big brother sat.

Alan adored Scott. He was his biggest brother and so cool. He’d been in the Air Force and now he flew the fastest plane on the planet and saved lives.

Well, he did until…

Alan blinked. This is where Scotty had been sitting.

A swallow and Alan climbed up. Scott wasn’t sitting here now. Hadn’t been for days.

So now Alan was going to sit here and take One and do what needed to be done.

He thumbed the switch that closed the cockpit doors.

“Alan?”

He jumped as Johnny flickered up blue in front of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going out to find Daddy.” Alan straightened in the pilot’s seat and reached for the lever to activate launch.

His older brother hovered before him with wide eyes. “Alan-“

“I’m doing this, Johnny.”

“I can’t let you, Alan.” There was no appended ‘you’re not old enough’ but it was there anyway.

“You can’t stop me!” He activated the launch procedure. He could do this. He knew enough and he was old enough.

Nothing happened.

No.

“I’m sorry, Alan.”

His brother’s voice was calm and kind but it was the trigger point, nonetheless.

“Why?!”

“Allie, -“

“No one is out looking for him! Not you, not Virgil, not even Scotty!”

“Al-“

“You’re not even down here helping!”

“Alan, we are looking!”

“Not enough! We need to do more!” He kicked his feet against the base of the chair. “Let me go!”

The pilot doors suddenly slid open. Scott was standing there, pale, hair askew, in his pyjames.

The chasm loomed below.

“No! We need to keep searching! We need to find Dad!”

Scott leapt into the cockpit, the doors sliding closed immediately behind him. “Allie!”

The Scott-the-hero warred with current Scott-the-sick standing in front of him. He was no longer recognisable. Gone was the shine of confidence, laughter, the big brother he knew and loved.

What remained was a battered mess that argued and yelled.

“I’m going out to look for Daddy.”

“No, you’re not.” Scott’s voice was parched.

“Yes, I am. Why aren’t you?”

And to his horror, there was suddenly tears in Scott’s eyes. “Because he isn’t out there, Allie.”

“He is, you said he is!” He’d heard it yelled at Virgil so many times. It had to be true.

The chair made him taller than his big brother. The partition that made up the floor Scott was standing on slid down when the rocket was in flight and became the back wall of the cabin. Alan had seen it happen when Scotty took him flying.

Old Scotty.

Not new Scotty.

His brother didn’t say anything, but a tear did run down one cheek as he climbed up the chair.

“No! We have to go out!” Alan fought off his big brother, but Scott was strong and determined.

His brother scooped him out of the chair and hugged him within an inch of his life. “I’m sorry, Allie. I’m so sorry.”

“We have to find him.” It was muffled into cotton pyjamas. Anger slipped into grief. “We have to.”

“I know.” Scott was turning, the sound of the cockpit doors opening again, the dip as his brother stepped onto the maintenance platform.

Alan was still being crushed, but found himself clinging anyway.

The cool wind of the hangars dried tears he didn’t know he was crying.

Once the platform reached the other side of the chasm, both Virgil and Grandma were there with worried words, hugs and touches.

Scott didn’t quite let him go, and it was his big brother who carried him back to his rooms and sat down with him on Alan’s bed, still holding him close.

Alan leant into his brother. “We need to find him.”

“I know.”

“We need to keep looking.”

“We-“ Scott’s voice broke. He didn’t continue.

“It’s what Daddy would do.”

Scott shook in his arms, somehow hugging him even tighter. A small, strangled sound whispered through Alan’s hair.

He tried to pull away, but Scott wouldn’t let go, holding onto Alan as if his life depended on it.

It was a long moment before his big brother spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, he would, Allie. He would.”

-o-o-o-

[oliviaischillin1204]

wake up call

Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)

Word Count: 1,476 Words

roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him

"Is he seriously still asleep?"

Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.

"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.

It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.

"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."

Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."

Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.

"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."

"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."

They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.

"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."

"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."

Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."

No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.

"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."

He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.

Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.

It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.

"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.

Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."

Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.

He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.

At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.

Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.

It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-

"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."

Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.

Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.

"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.

"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.

"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.

"It's time to get up, darling."

Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.

"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.

"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."

"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."

"I was asleep!"

Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."

"I was!"

"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.

Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.

"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

when remus gets like only mildly sick, like colds or whatever, he’s always so dramatic but when he’s actually in pain he pretends nothings wrong. vee knows him so well he can just Tell. when it’s just a stupid cold or whatever he’ll go ‘aw oh no poor you’ really sarcastically but when the real shit happens he is Forcing remus into a sickbed and hand feeding him soup and sleeping beside the bed and all that shit and Remus thinks it’s so cute

That is both hilarious and wholesome XD They're just like

Mildly Sick Ree

Remus: *dramatically sprawled out on the couch* I've been cursed with the most incurable plague! Arson to my face, airway being blocked, the clutches of poison tickling my throat, there's no hope!

Virgil: *getting Ree's medicine from the cabinet teasing* That's a real shame Your Grace if only you had listened to your Royal Emo Servant and didn't stay outside in the rain like how he told you not to

Actual Sick Ree

Remus: *claws deep into the couch pillow, head buried into it, and groaning due to an agonizing headache* Fuck! Where's my Morningstar when I need it!

Virgil: *walks in the room and sees Ree* Ree c'mon you can't be out here you need to be in bed

Remus: *burying his head more into the pillow groaning* Vee Vee I'm fine-

Virgil: *summons them both to Ree's bed, straddling the sick Duke's hips so he doesn't go anywhere, bowl of soup in hand* No you're not and you're gonna let me take care of you so you can get better

Remus: *smirks* Well mark me down sick and-

Virgil: *puts the spoonful of soup in Ree's mouth teasing* Finish that sentence and you'll be losing certain privileges when you're better

Remus: *nods melting at how good the soup is*

[chameleon66]

Laugh for Me!

Ships: Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)

Word count: 2785

Warnings: Censored swearing, Remus being Remus, mild angst, tickling, pranks, teasing (Let me know if I need to add anyhting)

Remus was unhinged in every way possible, good and bad. Part of the reasoning behind it was just who he was. I mean he is the personification of every morbid, sexual or intrusive thought that danced its way through Thomas’s head so no one could really blame him for being himself. But another part of it was because he enjoyed others' reactions to it, every reaction he got.

When Patton would scream in terror or when Virgil would hiss at him, it all filled him with glee. He loved observing the other sides reactions to his antics and figuring out what freaked them out and what didn’t freak them out.

But one reaction he did love getting from others was laughter, other’s laughing just made his heart figuratively explode in his chest. So after stewing on the fact that he enjoyed making other people laugh for a fraction of a second he created a new experiment and so began “Operation make every side laugh and figure out what makes them laugh so he can exploit it whenever necessary and also think of a shorter name for this operation.”

Surprisingly Virgil was the easiest one to figure out with minimal research, he laughed whenever Patton made a pun and Remus couldn’t tell at first if it was because it annoyed Logan when Patton made puns or if he actually liked them, so he would have to gather more data.

Luckily after some spying, he found that even when Logan wasn’t in the room when Patton made puns, the jokes always made Virgil laugh, quite honestly he was expecting something very different from ‘Charlie Frown’. But he wrote it down in his notes nonetheless as Virgil’s Hysterical Hacker (That's the name he came up with).

Patton was also elementary to figure out, as the happiest side he would laugh at a lot of things. At first Remus thought that Patton’s Hysterical Hacker would also be puns but it occurred to him Patton didn’t really laugh at puns, even if they weren’t made by himself but then Remus made a discovery.

One day as he went to the kitchen to fetch one of his Cock shaped popsicles from the fridge he found Patton sitting in the kitchen on the computer laughing like a hyena of helium, Remus almost had to be concerned if he was breathing or not.

When he asked Patton what was so funny he was shown a twenty minute compilation video of cat videos on youtube. Some cat’s fell into boxes and others played with balls of yarn but regardless it all made Patton squeal so Remus wrote ‘Cat videos’ down as Patton’s Hysterical Hacker.

Roman took a bit of investigating but as it turned out the answer was right in front of Remus' face, it was rooted in his dear twin brother’s love of Disney. One family love night it was Roman’s turn to choose the movie and he went with a Winnie the Pooh movie much to Remus’s, Janus’s and Logan’s displeasure.

Watching the movie was like folding socks level boring but then something caught Remus interest, after the gang tried to catch a ‘Backson’ all of them fell down a hole except for Piglet who then was challenged to find something to get them out of the hole with.

Piglet’s attempts were all stupid and fueled by miscommunication between Piglet and Rabbit. The scene wasn’t what caught Remus’s interest though it was Prince's not so charming reaction that got him listening.

Roman was rolling with laughter throughout the scene which led Remus’s to the ever so boring conclusion that Roman’s hysterical hacker was, family humor. Something that could be found in every Disney movie ever to exist.

Remus still wrote it down though and moved to the next side.

Janus was a challenge, despite having lived with him in the darkisde of the mindscape for most of his life, Janus never really went into hysterics, sure he’d chuckle but that was all Remus usually saw out of him.

But Remus did get an idea, Janus always seemed to be amused at other’s pain or displeasure like when Logan would get a papercut and Patton would insist on kissing it better or when Virgil’s pet spider Kat would escape his room and Patton would jump on the table and scream.

So as an experiment Remus poured a big helping of salt into Roman’s coffee one morning and when Roman began screaming of how it felt like he was ‘drinking the water of cold, unforgiving and salty seas’ Janus went into his deep villainous belly laugh at the scene. While Logan just rolled his eyes and Patton ran up to Roman all concerned like the father figment he was.

(Virgil was still asleep because he’s not a morning person)

That result said it all, Janus’s Hysterical hacker was another's pain/misfortune. Remus beamed as he wrote it down in his notes.

Hysterical Hackers

Emo widow — puns

Daddy — cat videos

Romano Cheese — family friendly humor

Lies and dulls — other’s pain

Logie bear —

But as Remus finished writing he came to a realization, there was one side left to figure out. His boyfriend. Logan.

You’d think that being his lover Remus could figure out his Hysterical Hacker with ease but now that Remus was thinking about it, he hadn’t really seen Logan laugh before. Maybe he had seen him chuckle once or twice but Remus couldn’t even recall a specific time he saw Logan do that.

That realization made Remus feel sad, He couldn’t remember a time his own boyfriend, the freaking light of his light, had laughed.

But that realization also made Remus more determined than ever to complete his research project. He'd make Logan laugh even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

It was time to get serious. Logan as the logical side didn’t spend time doodling on emotions or things like that so Remus had little to go off of. So that meant he’d need to experiment.

Remus cracked joke after joke around Logan day after day but came up empty handed each time.

Remus upped his pranking game on all of the other sides but each time Logan observed a prank happening he would only roll his eyes at the display.

Remus spied on Logan for hours on end but he got nothing even, when Logan was alone he wouldn’t laugh at anything.

Remus kept trying day after day to get Logan to laugh, he kept getting more and more desperate for it. It almost became like a craving to hear Logan laugh; it was starting to drive Remus insane. He just had to hear Logan laugh, he just had to!

After a full week, Remus had run out of patience so that meant he would need to get information straight from the source and not through spying, experiments or research.

“Logan, I need your help.” Remus rose up into Logan’s room with no warning and interrupted the rhythm of clattering keys of Logan’s computer.

Logan turned in his spinnable desk chair to face his boyfriend, Logan’s rise teemed with interest. They had collaborated on many different projects together and it only made sense really, they were a perfect pair for answering questions.

“Yes Remus, how may I be of assistance?” Logan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Remus didn’t hesitate before he started explaining his predicament to Logan.

“So I started this research project a few weeks ago about what each of the sides hysterical hackers are.”

Logan’s head tilted to the side like a curious puppy’s would.

“Hysterical Hacker?”

“What makes each side laugh, like really laugh.” Remus contextualized

“Ok, please continue.”

“So after I figured out the other’s Hysterical Hackers and I moved on to yours but I couldn’t really find anything that makes you laugh even after I did experiments, observations, you know that sciency stuff you're supposed to do.”

Logan gave a hum of understanding before he got up from his desk chair before speaking again. “I must admit I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”

“Well I could tell that much.” Remus joked sarcastically but inside he was bursting with curiosity. He had come to find out what makes Logan laugh but it appeared that even Logan didn’t know.

“But if you wish, I can help you gather more data.” Logan offered and Remus didn’t hesitate before he responded.

“Yes, so where do we start Logie?”

“Firstly I’d like to hear what results you got with the other’s”

“Well P*ssys is family disney humor, papa bear’s is cat videos, Double dee’s is other pain and tickle me emo ‘s is pun of all things.”

Logan's face tinged with a blush and Remus wondered for a minute if it was something he said. Logan didn’t mind Remus’s colorful vocabulary and his usual reaction to it was an eyeroll, so what prompted the blushing?

Logan centered himself and pushed more words out. “I see, well then since everyone’s Hysterical Hacker is different, we can assume that mine is different too.”

“Lo lo are you ok, your face is all red?”

“I’m quite alright Remus.” Logan’s answer however did not satisfy Remus and he didn’t need the snake like lie detector to know Logan wasn’t telling him the truth. So Remus did the only Logical thing.

Remus ran forward full speed at Logan and tackled Logan down to the floor, sitting on his hips and hands pushing down on his belly to keep him down

“Re–Remus what are you doing?” Logan’s voice was up a few ocatives and the blush on his face got redder and spread across his face.

“You are going to tell me why you are all blushy or I will leave at the top of a broken ferris wheel until you confess!” Remus never made an empty threat and Logan knew this all too well.

“I’m fine–just get your hands off–off me!” Logan's voice also sounded a bit strained and Remus could help but wonder why. That’s when he noticed Logan’s belly trembling under his hands and before Remus could truly think it through he began skimming his fingers over Logan’s tummy.

Logan’s lips flattened and he bit down on his bottom lip which was enough for Remus to understand.

“Aww… is the nerd ticklish?” Remus asked in a baby voice that made Logan so flustered he couldn’t even get words out.

But that still answered Remus' question, Remus found a way to make Logan laugh and he’d say now was a pretty good time to exploit it.

Given Logan seemed to be able to hold in his laughter while Remus was tickling his tummy that meant it wasn’t his weak spot and that meant Remus would need to experiment some.

“Where are you ticklish Starlight?” Remus asked, pausing the movement of his hands for Logan to catch his breath and answer. Remus, being smart, also pulled both of Logan's hands above his head and put them both in his left hand freeing his right hand for tickling.

“I am not ticklish!” Logan insisted, which was the biggest lie Remus ever heard.

“Oh ok, so if I were to pinch your side then you wouldn’t react?” Remus' hand went to pinch Logan’s side and Logan’s mouth tightened around itself probably in an effort to not laugh.

“You need to laugh!” Remus stated. “I command you to laugh for me!” With that being said Remus started scribbling his nails into Logan’s side and then it was all over.

“Ahhhhhahahahahahah no no no REEhehehmush nohahahahahahaht there.” Logan’s laugh was so sweet and light and Remus became addicted to it almost instantly.

“No way Jose, now I need to find all of your tickle spots, so you make things easy and just tell me where your tickle spot is or I can tickle you everywhere until I find it.” Both of Remus’s options were not what Logan was hoping for but Remus was so adorable and maybe he would go easy on him if just told him.

All taken into consideration Logan got out in between laughs “Knees” and Remus did not need to told twice.

Remus let go of Logan’s hands and turned around and sat on Logan’s thighs. Remus' hands went onto Logan's knees and gave them each a squeeze, Logan let out a squeal and his leg began thrashing around, trying to escape.

“Someone’s got very ticklish knees.” Remus smirked at Logan as he began to trace circles around them which got Logan giggling. “But I don’t think your knees are what I’m looking for.”

“Wehehehehehell whahahahat are you lohohohahahaking for?” Logan’s speech was infested with giggles and it made the ever so stoic logical side look a little sillier.

“Your Hysterical Hacker of course!” Remus exclaimed, punctuating the sentence with a squeeze of Logan’s kneecap. “If you won’t laugh on your own, then I’ll make you.”

Well if Logan wasn’t flustered before, he most certainly was now. Remus stopped tickling his knees and Logan took the chance to catch his breath because he knew that Remus wasn’t done with him yet.

Remus carefully examined Logan trying to decide on where else to try tickling him. His sides and knees were certainly good spots but not the best spot clearly. Then Remus’s eyes fell on Logan’s feet which were still dressed in shoes and socks.

In all of the time Remus had spent spying on Logan he hadn’t really seen Logan take off his shoes much. Except when just before he went to bed.

Oh Remus was good.

Wasting no time Remus moved down and sat on Logan’s legs and began to untie the laces on Logan’s shoes, it didn’t take long for Logan to catch on to Remus' devious plan.

“No, no Remus! No, not there!” Logan tried pulling his legs out from Remus but with no success due to Remus’s weight being on top of him.

“Actually Lo lo you said you’d help me find your Hysterical Hacker and if you really want to help me then you’ll sit nice and still and let me experiment.” Remus’s voice had gone uncharacteristically flat as he talked to Logan and Logan found himself with no other options than just to sit there and wait.

Once Logan’s socks were off his feet Remus started Gently running his fingers down the arch of Logan’s foot and he was not expecting the reaction that he got.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* HAHAHAHA REHEHAHAHAH *Snort*”

Remus’s finger’s stopped and he looked back at Logan, who was bright red and now had a hand covering his mouth in embarrassment.

“Jesus f*cking christ Logan, did you just snort?” Remus asked in disbelief, were his ears playing tricks on him?

Logan looked away but nodded, Remus shocked expression turned into an ear splitting grin as he squealed to Logan. “Oh my f*ck that’s so adorkable!”

“No it’s not, it's embarrassing!” Logan argued, Remus's gears were now turning. Was this why Logan never laughed? Because he was embarrassed. Well wouldn’t do at all.

Remus grabbed Logan's foot again and began tickling the skin under his toes and that got Logan screaming.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* NHOHOHOHOHOHO *Snort* REHEHEHEHAHAHAMUHUHS.”

“Logan, you listen to me, and listen well!” Remus ordered to the laughing side beneath him. “Your laugh is amazing and you had better start laughing more often and if you don’t then I’ll tickle you until you pass out everyday, ok?”

“YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSHSHSH OK JUHUHUHSTSTST STSTAHAHAP!”

Remus let go of Logan’s foot and got up off of him. Remus sat and watched his Boyfriend catch his breath and once he saw Logan lay limp on his bedroom floor he spoke to him.

“Hey, you alive?”

“Well no thanks to you.” Logan grumbled back to him.

“It was for science, my laughy Logie.” Remus insisted to Logan.

“Don’t call me that.” Logan though found himself giggling at the silly pet name.

“But it suits you so well.” Remus came down to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek which must have changed Logan’s mind because he didn’t argue back anymore.

“Well then I need to go update notes, I love you my laughy Logie.” Remus sunk down and rose back into his room to finish up his notes.

Hysterical Hackers

Emo widow — puns

Daddy — cat videos

Romano cheese — family friendly humor

Lies and dulls — other’s pain

Logie bear — tickling his sides, knees or feet (further research might be needed for my laughy Logie)

[asksanderssides]

Hello, i feel like causing chaos.

*takes remus out of the shirt and puts virgil in there*

Behave or i destroy Romans Disney collection and virgils headphones

*puts logan and janus in a shirt*

No fighting or janus your hat will burn logan so will your books

*buts remus with patton in a shirt*

Behave REMUS! i know patton will. If you dont remus youll get soap and ill tickle patton!!

I wanna see what happens (maybe a kiss??? Maybe cuddles???? Maybe i die????)

-🪱

Roman: NOOOOO! Not my Disney collection!!

Virgil: Yeesh. If you keep shouting like that, I'll need my headphones just to drown you out.

Roman: Shut up, you love me, emo.

Virgil: You shut up.

Logan: I find fighting to be an unproductive use of time anyway. Janus, do you want to get some wine instead?

Janus: If we can move in this shirt, sure.

Remus: Hey, look at this cool worm I found!

Patton: Aaaah- I mean, uh, that's..... nice Remus. Can I get out now?

[trashyswitch]

Day 3: Cuddles

Roman wants cuddles and tickles from Patton. And naturally, Patton delivers.

Day 3! I bring back Sanders Sides again. I hope you enjoy!

It was early evening in the mind palace, and most of the sides were in their PJ’s, relaxing in their rooms. A couple sides were reading, and it was safe to assume that the other sides were watching TV. Only…there was one side who wasn’t relaxing at all. Yes, he was in his PJ’s. But relaxing? No way! Not yet! This man…was running all the way through the mind palace. 

The man, who had donned his red prince charming PJ’s, was sprinting through the mind palace and moving through the hallways and rooms. It was clear that the man was on a mission. Thankfully, everyone was in their rooms meaning there was no one in his way…meaning the Prince had only inanimate objects to dodge and move past to get to his destination. 

His destination? Patton’s mind palace bedroom. 

Roman skidded to a halt in front of the bright blue bedroom door, and knocked on it like a true gentleman. “Patton? You in there?” Roman called. 

“Come in!” The person yelled on the other side of the door. 

There was his cue! In we go! Roman practically kicked down the door to Patton’s bedroom and tackle-hugged the man that laid on the big, comfortable bed. “TACKLE-HUG!” Roman shouted, hugging his padre as tightly as he could.

Patton laughed rather loudly and hugged Roman back. “Tackle-hug!” Patton repeated to validate Roman’s desires. He rubbed Roman’s back amidst the hug, before playing with Roman’s hair for a few seconds. “I’m guessing you want cuddles too?” Patton asked next, already knowing what his answer was going to be. “You betcha!” Roman replied proudly, snuggling his face somewhat roughly into Patton’s shoulder, like a toddler. “So many cuddles! Give me all the cuddles!” Roman clarified happily before shoving his face further into Patton’s shoulder, muffling his next words too much for anyone to understand him. 

Patton smiled brightly and hugged Roman as close as he could. Roman occasionally gets into these cuddly moods, and often feels a need to show his fellow sides lots of family-like love. But he will only go to a certain side depending on how he feels that time around. 

If Roman feels somewhat unsure or shameful, Roman will cuddle with Virgil. This is mostly because the emo often feels similar feelings of hesitation, which often makes them both appreciate the cuddle session even more. Plus, Virgil’s PJ’s were polyester, meaning even more comfy to touch. On top of that, Virgil always wore his wool sweater until bedtime. So Virgil’s choice of clothing always made cuddling with him feel like you’re cuddling a living blanket. 

When Roman is feeling more curious or talkative, Roman will often cuddle with Logan. Logan is more of a talkative cuddle buddy, which can be both helpful and annoying depending on what mood you’re in at the time. If Roman is tired or patient enough to listen and add to Logan’s constant conversations, Roman will cuddle Logan. Then, endless conversations about heavier topics would ensue. This made cuddles with Logan more interesting. 

When he’s feeling playful and silly, he’ll cuddle with Patton. Patton is the most playful of the sides, and he loves playing childish games and showing lots of affection to Roman, or anyone else while cuddling the side. This was a common occurrence for every side. Patton was often anyone’s go-to for cuddles and play time. Even Remus didn’t mind cuddling with Patton because Patton didn’t judge. Patton was always a playmate or a cuddle buddy when anyone needed it. 

And today? Roman needed plenty of cuddles from Patton. 

Roman snuggled into Patton and closed his eyes, showing full trust in him. He felt completely comfortable in the father figure’s arms. He felt no need to let go. Though he wasn’t in danger, Roman trusted Patton with his life by this point. They had practically grown up together in Thomas’s head. They were practically inseparable for several decades. And today’s cuddle session was no different. This cuddle session only further proved the boys’ unbreakable bond. If there was ever a visual example of trust that needed to be studied or represented, Roman and Patton were the perfect candidates. *Poke, poke…* 

“Mmhmhmm…” *Tickle* *tickle* *skitter~ poke!*

“Mhmhmmm…Hehehe-Pahahat!” 

Well…trusting for the most part. Once in a while, Patton will test the friendship with tickles. 

“Awww, what’s wrong, Ro?” Patton asked with a bright, mischievous smile. “A little ticklish~?” He teased, poking two fingers into the prince’s side. 

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and grew a wobbly little smile. “Nohoho…Ihi’m nohot.” Roman blatantly lied. 

Patton raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” he asked with pretend shock, poking Ro’s slightly plump belly. 

“Yehes! Ihi’m suhuhure. Nohowstahahap-” Roman shoved his face into Patton’s shoulder a little bit more, muffling his giggles in the process. 

Patton giggled softly at his predictable reaction before poking near his belly button. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything except cuddling my gay little prince~!” Patton teased, using the word ‘gay’ as a double-meaning while tickling him enough to keep Roman giggling, but softly enough to not have him losing his mind yet. 

Slow and steady…that’s the kind of game Patton enjoys playing. 

“Yohohou’re tihihickling mehe!” Roman told him. Patton gasped softly. “Me?! Tickling the strongest prince to ever live?! How can this be?!” Patton asked dramatically. 

“Yohohou suhuhuck ahat lyhyhying!” Roman argued. 

“Lying?! Me?! Why would I ever lie? I am not Janus. I swear!” Patton took off his own glasses and put them on Roman’s nose and ears. “See? I have prescription glasses. Janus doesn’t have prescription glasses when he dresses as me.” Patton explained. 

Roman widened his eyes and took off the glasses really quickly, already getting hazy and overwhelmed by Patton’s terrible eyesight. “W-Well…” Roman turned around and put Patton’s glasses back on. “I know you’re not Janus. Janus wouldn’t be so quick to tickle me.” Roman admitted. 

Patton giggled and pushed the glasses up to the top of his nose. “True. Janus is not as touchy-feely.” He added. “He’d probably run away the moment you hugged him.” Patton mentioned with a laugh. 

Roman laughed as well and snuggled his face into Patton. “Can…Can you…” Roman quickly stopped his words out of pure embarrassment. “Uh…” 

Patton smiled brightly and started scampering his fingers all over his belly and ribs. “Of course I can!” he replied. 

Roman snuggled his face into Patton’s chest and giggled helplessly in his arms. Patton knows it doesn’t take much to turn Roman into a blushy mess. All it takes is a few tickles and a tease or two, to turn Roman from a healthy peach color to a bright red color. 

“Small question:” Patton stopped his fingers for a moment. “How many scritchies does it take to make a Roman Emperor laugh?” Patton asked. 

Roman covered his face with his hands to further hide his sheepish face. Though, doing this only made Patton laugh at him more. “Let’s see…” Patton moved Roman onto his lap and moved his evil little fingers over to the Prince’s hips. He wrapped both index fingers and thumbs around either hip, and squeezed into the hollows lightly. “One…” Patton counted. 

“hehehaHAHAHAHA!” Roman threw his head back and cackled hardily with pure excitement. 

“Oh my gosh- It only took one?!” Patton reacted, legitimately shocked this time.

“YEHEHES! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOO TICKLIHIHISH!” Roman argued. 

“Too ticklish for a simple-” Patton squeezed the hollows of Roman’s hips again. 

“NAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled loudly. 

“Woooow…” Patton reacted, poking his right hip. “Righty-tighty~” Patton teased evilly, watching as Roman jerked his hip away. Patton moved his left hand up to Roman’s left hip. “Lefty loosey~.” Patton declared as he watched Roman jerk his left hip to the right side. “Look at this man committing de twitches!” Patton reacted as he moved his right fingers to the right hip. “Twitchy-” He squeezed his right hip. 

“PAHAHAHAT!” Roman yelled, twitching his right hip away. 

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the left hip. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman reacted, moving his left hip away from the fingers as best he could.

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the right hip again. 

“IHIHIHI- IHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Roman yelled next, moving his right hip away again. 

“Twitch!” Patton reacted, squeezing the left hip once again. 

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH- HAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled. 

Patton giggled and moved his fingers away. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.” He decided. 

Roman calmed down and let out long breaths so he could recover. He cuddled himself into Patton again, further showing that the tickle fight mid-cuddle session didn’t even slightly change their unquestionable friendship. Patton knew he was able to test Roman’s patience all he wanted to without worrying about breaking their friendship. And even if Patton were to go overboard, Roman will still likely come back for more cuddles. 

*gasp* PPPBBBFFBBBBFFFFBBT! 

“wAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHO!” Patton shouted, kicking his feet lightly. 

Roman giggled. “Whaaat? You really thought I wouldn’t get my revenge after you tickled me?!” He asked before blowing another raspberry. 

Patton cackled and laughed all over again, not even trying to stop him. “Yohohohou’re mehehehehehean!” Patton playfully complained. 

“I’m mean?!” Roman reacted. “You shouldn’t have messed with the first Emperor of Rome.” Roman reminded him. 

Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Wohohorth ihihihit.” He declared. 

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Virgil’s Voice

Roman walked into the living room, gently leading a blushing Virgil. Virgil was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, with a ribbon loosely binding his wrists together and a soft headband covering his eyes.

“Greetings, book nerd and Padre, I have an announcement to make,” Roman said proudly, looping an arm around Virgil’s waist. “This darling ticklish emo would very much enjoy a thorough tickling, with several conditions.”

Patton leaned forward, curious, and Logan raised his eyebrows.

Roman grinned. “He has a few requests for the type of tickles we provide, but the most important is that he would rather not need to talk. As such, I will be his voice. We have discussed this all very thoroughly beforehand, right Virgil?”

Virgil nodded, biting his lip nervously.

Roman guided Virgil with the arm around his waist into the center of the room, and taking the ribbon gently, raised his arms above his head.

“If you two would enjoy participating, I’ll ask that you begin with soft traces and gentle scribbles.”

Patton was the first to stand, approaching Virgil and starting with just placing his hand against Virgil’s side.

“A very good choice, Patton,” Roman praised, both to show appreciation for Patton’s participation and also to inform Virgil of who was touching him. “He would very much appreciate if you tickle his sides and ribs.”

Virgil let out a little giggle, even before Patton did anything else.

“Aww, my cute little kiddo~” Patton coed, tracing his fingers just under the edge of Virgil’s tank top.

Virgil burst into light, easy giggles, slightly wiggling back and forth.

Logan was enticed closer by the happy sounds, and approached Virgil from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Ahh, there you are, Specs,” Roman said. “If you choose to go after his armpits, do so gently, we want plenty of warmup.”

“Are you certain you’re comfortable, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and leaned against Logan.

“He’s experiencing a desire to be non-verbal at the moment,” Roman explained. “I’m sure when he gets his words back he’ll be happy to explain more to you himself.”

“I see,” Logan said, in a tone more of curiosity than understanding. “I would enjoy that conversation with you, Virgil, when you’re ready.”

Virgil nodded again, tipping his head back to smile in Logan’s general direction.

Logan’s face grew very soft, and he trailed his fingers gently over Virgil’s neck, spidering softly just under his ear.

Virgil snickered and scrunched up his shoulders slightly, but then deliberately tipped his head to expose more of his neck to Logan’s fingers.

“Awww, you’re so ready to be tickled~” Roman teased gently, tracing his free hand ever so gently in one of Virgil’s armpits, and standing so that Virgil could lean against him.

Virgil melted into the soft tickles, giggling and blushing at the gentle teases and affection from the three of them.

Patton moved slowly from Virgil’s side to his belly, squishing and scribbling lightly, which made Virgil go from giggles to laughs.

Logan also shifted spots, tracing in Virgil’s other armpit similarly to how Roman was, but in a more fluttery scribbly way.

Once Virgil had been tickled gently for several minutes, and was starting to lean heavier on Roman, Roman sat down on the couch with Virgil in his lap. Roman lifted Virgil’s bound hands up and behind his head, and rucked up his tank too so that all of his belly was exposed.

“If one of you would be so kind as to take care of his feet, and the other his belly and especially that giggle button,” Roman said with a grin. “I will tickle under his arms, and we can all enjoy the laughs and snorts and other delightful sounds our gigglebug will surely make.”

Virgil gave a giggly whine, trying half-heartedly to hide his face in his arm.

Roman scribbled gently in both his armpits, and Virgil quickly melted against him, giggling and squirming adorably.

Patton sat down on the floor, taking Virgil’s feet into his lap, and spidering up and down his soles.

“You have the most important spot,” Roman told Logan. “He’s less ticklish on his feet and armpits, but his giggle button will truly have him drowning in tickles.”

Logan’s grin was large and sneaky as he summoned a small makeup brush.

Roman nodded emphatically, scribbling down Virgil’s sides and holding his hips.

The instant the brush touched Virgil’s bellybutton he squeaked, and then snorted, his squirming increasing greatly. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s hips to hold him in place.

He and Virgil had discussed what to do if either of the others summoned a tool, and which tools Virgil was comfortable with and where. A makeup brush on his bellybutton? Not only ok, but desired. Roman would’ve summoned one himself later on if Logan and Patton hadn’t thought of it.

Virgil’s squeaks and snorts and laughter were absolutely delightful, and Logan clearly thought the same, as he happily continued brushing in and around Virgil’s bellybutton.

“Can I have a tool too?” Patton whispered, trying to get Roman’s attention without alerting Virgil.

Roman summoned a small round brush with stiff bristles for Patton.

Patton grinned and mouthed ‘thank you’, before going to town on Virgil’s feet with the brush, and reaching up for the backs of his knees with gentle scribbling.

Virgil held out for several minutes before tapping his fingers twice against Roman’s head, the signal for slowing down a little.

Roman released Virgil’s hips, so he could more successfully evade the makeup brush, and went back to gentle tracing in Virgil’s armpits.

Virgil’s laughter and giggles were getting a little tired sounding, but Roman waited for his next signal. It was nearly five minutes later, when his wiggling could no longer escape Logan’s relentless brushing on his sweet spot, that he tapped three times.

“Alright, it seems our giggly dear is tiring out,” Roman said for him. “You don’t need to stop immediately, but let’s slow down and be done in a minute or two. If one of you would so kindly fetch a sweet drink and perhaps a snack, we would be very grateful.”

Both Logan and Patton hugged Virgil once they were done tickling him, murmuring praises and affection and love.

Logan went off to get the drink while Roman gently rubbed all the tickly spots. He lowered Virgil’s hands back down to his lap, pulling the ribbon free and rubbing his wrists and shoulders to be sure he wasn’t sore. Virgil readjusted the headband to keep his hair out of his quite pink face.

“Was it all you had hoped?” Roman asked.

Virgil’s smile told him everything he needed to know.

Virgil curled into him, and Roman held him close in a cuddle. “I’m glad.”

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

Pride and Teases

With pride month starting Virgil decided to try something new, even though his anxiety brain told him other wise, he decided why not.

Walking into his boyfriend's room on his tip toes for rainbow colored eye shadows he sees that Roman is nowhere to be found. Either on an adventure or getting food. I'll ask him for the permission after I grab what I need. He won't mind. Virgil goes over to Roman's vanity and searches through his drawers, which had surprisingly been color coded, for the correct eye shadows.

When Roman walks in he leans on the door frame, snack in his left hand with his right wrapped around his waist, watching his boyfriend go through the drawers full of makeup supplies. "Whatcha doin' darling?"

Virgil jumps a little, "Oh, there you are, sorry, I was looking to get some different colors of makeup,"

"For?"

"My face?" Virgil says sarcastically.

"You normally just wear the black and purple ones."

"Trying something new." Virgil shrugs before going back to looking through Roman's drawers for the rest of the colors he needs.

"Well, maybe you should have asked?"

"Why?" Virgil asked. He saw Romans smirk and hears his tone. There's something familiar about it.

"Because now you need a consequence for not before you leave."

That's why that tone is familiar. Virgil froze, a nervous smile on his face.

"There's that smile I love my emo storm cloud." Roman states playfully as he sets his snack down on his dresser before wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist. "Are you green storm cloud?" Roman whispers in Virgil's ear softly, sending shivers down Virgil's spine.

Virgil nods slightly, his face getting more heated every second. "Then why don't you put down the makeup and then pick it back up when were done?" Virgil puts the makeup down enthusiastically. "Aww, so eager aren't you my precious tickle-me-emo?" Roman whispers gently into Virgil's ear before laying Virgil on his bed.

Roman makes sure that Virgil gets his full consequence for not asking for the makeup before he can even think about leaving.

(Sry it's short, I just don't know how to write tickle scenes to well<3 Thx for reading, if you have constructive criticism I would love to read it. Have an amazing day/night/rest of your day.)

[Idea from @hahanamegobrrrr on the post https://www.tumblr.com/hahanamegobrrrr/670440349804756992/makeup-mayhem-roman-wants-to-spice-up-his-makeup]

[gumnut-logic]

It started off as a mild annoyance.

Scott had fallen asleep at his father’s desk. Too much paperwork, most of which he was learning on the fly. Board members doubting his ability to take over from his father and juggle International Rescue. Virgil would kick his ass if he found out. John probably already knew. 

Both elder brothers were doing their best to help. Virgil was taking on as much International Rescue as was humanly possible. John was juggling Tracy Industries almost as much as Scott while handling day-to-day IR.

His father’s shoes were massive to fill.

And he left a gaping hole in Scott’s heart.

Waking up with an imprint of his own knuckles on the side of his face and a massive crick in his neck wasn’t the best. Staring at the glow of the twelve reports still awaiting review did nothing to improve his mood.

Briefly wondering how he had managed to sleep what appeared to be at least an hour with no disturbance, he remembered that Virgil was still on the other side of the planet, John was likely busy with that same situation and the two youngest were in bed. Grandma had returned to Kansas to finalise some of Dad’s personal matters.

Scott groaned and let his head fall onto his arms again.

He was so tired.

Something tickled his neck.

Absently, he swiped at it and ended up hitting himself in the head.

A few things between his ears rattled loose.

The tickle climbed down his spine and found his ribcage.

Scott’s eyes widened and he jumped out of the chair, sending it spinning across the floor.

What the-?

It was under his shirt.

There followed a most undignified, full-bodied dance across the comms room as he attempted to get whatever it was out of his shirt.

It didn’t hurt, but it tickled like crazy. He was caught between screaming and uncontrolled giggling.

In the end, he resorted to ripping his shirt off and flinging it across the room.

The tickling stopped.

And was replaced with goose pimples as the pre-dawn breeze wafted across his skin. Scott found himself bare chested and breathing heavily.

He wasn’t afraid of bugs, but that was…strange. He eyed his shirt as if it was going to jump up and bite him.

Of course, that was the moment Gordon wandered through on his way to his morning training. The fish stood at the top of the stairs for a full ten seconds staring at his topless eldest brother standing in the middle of the room, lit only by the blue light of holo-projector on the desk.

“Interesting look there, Scott.”

Scott spared him a glare before grabbing the shirt off the floor. “Lights.”

The comms room lit up. Scott drew some satisfaction as Gordon cringed from the sudden brightness. Fortunately, the little fish scuttled off to his pool and left Scott alone without another annoying word.

There was no bug in or on his shirt. After examining it, he had no choice but to throw it back on, or continue to invite comments from the waking peanut gallery.

The sudden appearance of John on the central projector and the distant roar of the return of Thunderbird Two flicked all thoughts of bugs from his mind as the new day started even before the sun made an appearance.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was exhausted but he didn’t have time to sleep. He did give himself a few moments to sit in the kitchen, worship his bucket of coffee and stare out at Mateo as the sun rose over it. It was only blinding if he focussed on it and he didn’t have the energy to do that.

Two needed repair and she needed it now.

His last rescue had involved a volcano and she had far too many particulates in her filters. They would all need replacing before he felt comfortable taking her out again. 

After that he needed to see to Alan and help him set up for the morning’s classes. He quite enjoyed helping his littlest brother, but he enjoyed it much more when he hadn’t been up all night.

But first coffee.

So warm. So inviting.

He closed his eyes as sipped the blessed liquid that was going to give him the energy to get through the rest of the day.

He nearly dropped the mug as something tickled him under his upraised arm.

He saved the mug, but didn’t manage to stifle the high-pitched squawk.

The coffee was deposited carefully, but Virgil was out of his seat and grabbing at his clothing in an energetic frenzy.

There may have been one or two more high pitched squeaks as red flannel was rubbed and scrubbed at frantically. 

Out of desperation, Virgil tore off both his shirt and his grey undershirt and threw them on the floor. He resisted the urge to stamp on them.

It was his favourite shirt.

“Virg?”

He looked up to find Gordon, fresh from the pool, standing in the doorway staring at him.

“You okay?”

If Virgil flushed red, he wasn’t going to acknowledge it. “Bug in my shirt.”

“Really.”

“Really.” Frowning his grabbed his shirt from off the floor, eyeing it suspiciously. Screw it, he sat down shirtless in front of his coffee and resumed staring out the window.

Gordon walked past him to the stairs, frowning and shooting him the oddest looks.

Virgil ignored him.

-o-o-o-

Scott made it through to lunch and finally dug up the answers the factory manager in Oklahoma had been begging him for. He had also managed to answer the lawyers, read and sign a pile of holographic documents and have a long-delayed meeting with the Japanese CEO. At least John had been able to help with translation. To be honest, it had just been a relief to have a brother to talk to.

Surrounded by family.

Too damned busy.

The last task for the morning was a parent-teacher conversation with Gordon’s curriculum manager. Scott had suspicions that there was a little too much Olympic training happening versus school work. It was a fine balance that had to be maintained. Gordon was a good student, if a little out of the ordinary…but then what Tracy wasn’t? At least two were diagnosed geniuses, and the other three focussed on their goals to the point of blindness, himself included.

His short Air Force career flickered through his mind and he shunted it away.

He was where he needed to be. Fate saw to that.

Scott stepped into the sunken lounge and briefly wondered if he was going to be allowed to leave this room today at any point. 

A resigned sigh and he his comms. “Gordon, time for the meeting.”

“FAB. Be there in two.”

Gordon was true to his word and appeared almost immediately, loud shirt and shorts as eye blasting as usual.

Scott reached out dropped a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. At sixteen, already Gordon’s accomplishments required a cabinet to hold all the trophies. With the loss of their father, Gordon had stumbled with the rest of them, but he was regaining his feet fast. He had to. This was his chance. The 2056 Olympics waited for no excuses.

This time it started on his wrist.

The faintest of tickles.

It was a tickle, not an itch. It played with nerve endings just like someone had their finger gently brushing across the surface of his skin.

It travelled up his arm as he snatched his hand away from his brother.

It was in his shirt again.

There were words as he once again found himself grabbing at his shirt.

“Scott, what?”

He was vaguely aware of the concerned expression on his brother’s face, but he was too busy trying not to giggle or scream.

His shirt ended up on the floor again.

Gordon stared at him a full five seconds, his face caught between incredulity, worry and hysterical laughter. Being Gordon, the laughter won out.

Scott ignored him and poked his shirt with his foot.

Of course, that was the moment John flickered in to advise that the curriculum manager was ready for the meeting. Scott had to admit that somewhere in the back of his wasted brain, there was something quite funny about the expression on the space monitor’s face.

Gordon, of course, had tears running down his face and was useless.

Scott had a lot of experience keeping his composure. He needed it all at the moment. “John, could you please ask Ms Smithson to hold for a moment, I need to grab a shirt.”

John bit his lip, obviously holding something back. But, ever the professional, he didn’t say anything but, “FAB,” before blinking out.

Scott picked up his shirt with two fingers and made a beeline for his bedroom.

At least he got a moment outside of the comms room.

-o-o-o-

A new shirt found, Scott made it through the interview. Turned out Gordon had been really working hard and with a small adjustment to his curriculum, he should be able to manage both his training and his graduation with only a small delay. Scott was satisfied that it would be the best for the athlete at this time.

The grin on Gordon’s face made it extra worthwhile.

Scott turned back to the desk after the meeting, but the list of messages awaiting his attention just hurt to look at.

Screw it. He deserved food, another room and maybe even some brotherly conversation. A quick check on Virgil’s location placed him, as expected, in the hangars. The engineer had not been happy that his ‘bird had suffered during last night’s rescue. Virgil was as bad as he was. His brother hadn’t slept, International Rescue his highest priority.

Scott sighed. How could they be expected to go ahead like this?

Lunch. Food. He struggled to focus his mind. Had he had breakfast? He couldn’t remember.

An elevator ride and he walked out into the cool underground caverns that housed the great green behemoth that was the love of his brother’s life.

It wasn’t hard to locate that brother. The profanity was extreme for Virgil and it had Scott quickening his step around the great plane. He found him harnessed and hanging in front of Two’s starboard intake. The swearing was moving into European languages, never a good sign.

Scott shouted up at the dangling engineer. “Virgil?!”

“What?!” A spanner fell and hit the concrete two metres in front of Scott. Despite himself, he jumped.

Virgil stared down at him owlishly for a whole handful of seconds. “Sorry.” It was muttered, honest, but grudging.

“Can you come down?”

“Why?”

“It’s lunch time.”

“I’m not hungry. I’ve got to get this done. I’ve got to replace part of the filter housing.”

“Well, I am hungry and you haven’t slept. Come down.”

“I’m fine! This can’t wait!”

“Damnit, Virgil, get down here now!”

The glare that hit him from above was dark and fuelled from the bottom of a desperate coffee pot. Scott had no doubt of that.

But one more muttered expletive and his brother rappelled down to the concrete floor. Dressed in flannel with his maintenance harness secured over ratty jeans, Virgil was covered in dust and grime.

Didn’t dull his fury though.

The fact he was so angry, so out of character for the generally calm and quiet engineer was more than enough proof that his brother needed rest.

“What do you want, Scott. I have to fix my ‘bird otherwise she can’t fly and we can’t answer the next call.”

“I’m having some serious doubts we can answer the next call anyway. Look at yourself, Virgil. You’re exhausted.”

“Kettle, pot, Scott.”

“Exactly! Eat lunch with me.”

Those dark brows wrinkled even further, brown eyes making that subtle switch between engineer and concerned brother.

Scott supposed he should have expected this. Maybe he was asking for it, hiding from a decision he knew he was going have to make. 

Offering himself up as a sacrifice in order for Virgil to make the decision for him.

He was so goddamned tired.

This time the tickle started on his calf, just above his right sock.

He wriggled, frowning, shifting his feet.

It climbed up his leg and he let out a squawk somewhere between a giggle and a profane word that would have had Grandma washing his mouth out with soap.

“Scott?”

It was running around and around his thigh. Scott cracked and grabbed at his leg, spinning on the spot as Virgil reached for him.

Whatever it was, it was fast. Up and down his leg as if anticipated his attempts to grab it through his jeans.

“Scott, what is…oh, shit!”

The eldest Tracy spun to find Virgil hanging upside down in his harness grabbing at his shirt.

The tickle in Scott’s leg took the opportunity to breach his waist band and play with his navel.

Buttons flew across the hangar as Scott tore the shirt from his body. 

There was nothing on his belly.

Virgil squawked and writhed, still upside down.

The tickle appeared back in Scott’s pants, this time behind his left knee. He didn’t hesitate, shedding his shoes, he shucked his pants and tossed them aside.

Finally, finally the ticklish feeling stopped. But Scott was left in his black short briefs and socks.

And damn it was cold in the hangars.

Virgil was still writhing upside down, unable to shed clothing due to his harness. “Goddamnit, Scott, help.” There was the sound of ripping flannel as heavy lifting muscles resorted to force.

Scott grabbed at his brother’s harness and wrapping an arm around those broad shoulders, released the safety line. Virgil weight was considerable, but Scott stabilised him enough for the engineer to get his feet beneath him. A fumble with the harness buckles and the support fell to the concrete with a clink of its metal links.

Torn flannel followed.

Two layers of shirt stripped, Virgil suddenly took a deep breath and dropped his hands to his knees, letting his head drop. “It’s stopped.”

Both brothers heaved in air for a moment.

“What the hell was that?” Virgil looked up at Scott.

“I have no idea. Third time this morning.”

“Second.” Virgil’s voice was all breath.

“Happened before?”

Virgil nodded. “Over coffee.” A frown. “Gordon came in afterwards. This isn’t a new prank is it?”

Scott stared at his brother for a moment. “Gordon was there both times this morning.”

Virgil’s shoulders dropped. “I’m going to kill him.”

“He’s not here now.” Scott looked around before hesitantly poking his shirt enough to activate his comms. “Thunderbird Five, could you give me a location on Gordon?”

“Scott? You okay?”

“I will be once I find Gordon.”

“He’s on the pool deck, apparently studying. The meeting went well?”

Scott frowned. “Yes, a few small changes will make room for his training. Gordon was very happy with the plan.” Could explain the studying.

“That’s great news.”

“Yes, it is.” He wondered how happy John would be if he could see him standing in his underwear next to a shirtless Virgil.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Perhaps his brother didn’t need to see. “I’ll let you know after I’ve spoken to Gordon.”

“Okay. Remember fratricide is not an option.”

“Don’t spoil it for me.”

-o-o-o-

A clean pair of pants and two shirts later they found Gordon exactly where John said he would be. The sixteen-year-old was camped out on a pool lounger with a portable holoprojector, his tablet and even a print book open beside him.

“Gordon?” The strawberry blond head remained focussed on the tablet. 

“Gordon!”

Scott jumped. Hell, Virgil could yell when he needed to.

Gordon looked up calmly. “Virg? Something wrong?” Scott watched his little brother take in their state of undress. Neither of them had shoes on or had done up their shirts, just in case. “What are you guys doing?”

“What do you think?” He stepped down onto the pool deck, gesturing to his open shirt. “This is on you, and you know it.”

A blink. “Know what?”

Beside Scott, Virgil lost it. God, a tired Virgil was a cranky Virgil. “What did you put in our clothes?”

“Er, nothing?” Gordon appeared to realise he was tackling the family bear in a fury, a rare, but never good thing. He put down his tablet and stood up, backing away a little. “Now, Virg, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You’re kidding me.”

Another step back. “Uh, no. I really have no idea what you are talking about.” Pleading eyes darted to Scott.

If Scott wasn’t so tired, he might have found the whole reversal of roles between himself and Virgil somewhat ironic. As things were, he reached out and gently wrapped his hand around Virgil’s arm.

His hand only made it part way around one bulging bicep. When the hell had that happened? He tugged gently. “Virg…”

That resulted in a pair of furious brown targeting him. “What?! He could have caused a serious accident. What if it happened while I was up in the intakes? Whatever the hell he did, it was dangerous.”

Okay, so Virgil had a point.

Gordon held up his hands. “Honest, guys, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“So, you know nothing about an…irritant in our clothing?” Scott stared him down.

“Uh, no?”

He held his little brother’s expression a moment longer. It would likely have been even longer, but Gordon suddenly frowned.

And grabbed at his pants. “What the hell?”

Both Scott and Virgil stared as Gordon started dancing around the pool deck tearing at his clothes. His squawk turned into a giggle as he squirmed. “Omigod, stop!” The giggle became a laugh and Scott found himself holding back from joining in. Beside him Virgil snorted before running in to help their struggling little brother.

He needn’t have bothered. Gordon gave out an exaggerated laugh before throwing himself in the pool.

The sudden silence was almost shocking.

“Gordon!” Virgil stood on the side of the pool staring down at his brother under the water. Two strides and Scott was beside him as Gordon resurfaced, hair in his face, gasping and shirtless.

“Oh my god, that was hilarious!” He coughed out another laugh and threw his shirt onto the deck. “I want to know how you did that.” Gordon grinned up at them.

“We didn’t do it.” Virgil’s voice was sharp.

“Wha-? You’re kidding?” 

Scott shook his head as Gordon levered himself out of the pool.

“Then who? And how?” The swimmer shook the water out of his hair and coated his brothers in the process. At Virgil’s snarl, Gordon’s grin was unrepentant. 

Well, when he looked at it that way, there were only two possible choices and this was not a Brains concept in the slightest.

It was Gordon who said it first. “Alan? Where are you? That was so cool! You gotta show me how you did it!”

Scott didn’t expect an answer. He expected to have to hunt his little brother down like he had Gordon, oh, so many times. So, he was surprised when Alan slunk out of the kitchen with some kind of remote in his hands.

“Alan?” Virgil’s voice spoke of the shock Scott was attempting to process in his head. Alan was a good student. Precocious and bright, but far from the prankster his brother was.

Gordon bounced over to his little brother. “That was so cool! How did you do it?”

“Nanobots.”

“Nanobots.” The word fell from Virgil’s mouth. “You used medical technology for a prank?” 

Scott reached out and grabbed Virgil’s arm again. “Alan, explain yourself.”

The boy’s shoulders dropped. “Failed experiment for school.”

Scott blinked. “What?” None of this was making sense.

And suddenly he was shot with a pair of anguished eyes. “I only wanted to make you laugh!”

Scott stared.

The bicep under his hand wilted.

“Allie?” Gordon’s voice was curious, but soft.

Those blue eyes shifted to the fish. “They don’t smile anymore, much less laugh. So, I thought a little medical intervention might help.” And those hurting eyes flickered to Virgil.

The sound that issued from the engineer was heartbreaking.

While Scott’s brain was uncharacteristically caught in freefall, Gordon presented a parachute. “You made ticklebots?!” His amber eyes were wide with amazement.

As always, Gordon’s joy was infectious and Alan relaxed just a little, a small smile curving his lips. “Yeah, kinda.”

Gordon bounded over and grabbed his brother in a massive hug. “I am so proud!”

Scott let go of Virgil and took several of the steps between himself and his little eleven-year-old brother.

Gordon continued to gush, asking a range of technical questions with such enthusiasm that the small corner of Scott’s mind that was still functioning alerted him that this could be a bad thing for his future sanity.

But right now, he was fixated by those blue eyes, so reflective of his own that were staring up at him.

“Alan?”

Gordon stopped his babbling, but took up a defensive position beside his little brother. Something inside Scott bent and broke just a little.

But his focus was on Alan.

Those blue eyes looked down, breaking contact. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you laugh.”

“So, you tried to tickle us?”

Defiance shot those eyes back up. “Well, I wasn’t going to drug you, was I? Nothing else was working! You and Virgil are just so sad and busy and John is never here anymore and…and…no one laughs anymore!” A frown. Those eyes flickered past Scott and crumpled. “And you’re crying again.”

Scott turned and found Virgil struggling with his emotions, a tear running down his face. Aw, shit.

Alan turned away and took a retreating step, but a blur of red flannel and the youngest was swept up in desperate hug. “I’m sorry, Allie.”

A muffled “’s’not your fault.” But Alan was clinging to his brother like a life raft.

Scott blinked several times. The thought that his genius little brother had to resort to technology out of desperation to see a smile hurt somewhere deep down where he had buried his own tears.

An amber gaze saved him from drowning. Gordon stood on the other side of Virgil and Alan, his shoulders straightening. “So, Allie, can I borrow your bots?”

With that single sentence, the moment snapped with a chorused “No!” from the both eldest. Virgil tumbled backwards in his haste to stand up.

Gordon feigned innocence. “Why not? I have my own experiment to perform. You know, for mental health reasons.”

“No, Gordon.” Scott’s tone was full commander, but the fish just grinned up at him. Hell, he was caught wondering if Gordon would ever obey him.

“Gordon.” Virgil’s voice had that deep grumble of warning.

The fish shrugged and relented. “Eh, your loss. It was going to be brilliant.”

“Sure.” Scott’s tone dripped sarcasm.

“But!” Gordon grinned. “Allie wins the trophy for the concept and invention!” He wrapped an arm around his little brother’s shoulders. “I am so proud.”

Alan smiled up at the fish with appreciation.

Scott held out his hand and those shoulders dropped, the smile disappearing.

“Alan.”

More the reluctant and pouting tween he was, his little brother handed over the remote. Scott glanced at it before handing it off immediately to Virgil. The engineer would be able to make more sense of it than he ever would.

Scott held out an arm and blue eyes stared up at him for just a split second before dashing into the hug the eldest was desperate to give him. Both arms wrapped around Alan and he buried his face in blond hair. “I’m sorry, Allie.”

“’S not your fault.”

“Doesn’t matter. I will try to do better.”

“’S not your fault.”

A glance in Virgil’s direction only to find the big man fighting back tears again. Even Gordon’s expression was a little broken…until he realised Scott was looking at him, then the goofiest of grins split his face and he crossed his eyes.

The laugh that fell from Scott’s lips was almost strangled by a sob.

The devilry that suddenly appeared on that face overrode every other thought with mild fear.

Gordon didn’t disappoint. Sliding up behind a teary Virgil, he darted in and tickled their bear of a brother.

Virgil squawked and wriggle danced out of reach.

Scott couldn’t help it. 

He laughed again.

“C’mere, Virgie, I wanna ticklebot you!” Gordon exaggerated tickling fingers at his brother before jumping into what became a hilarious chase around the pool.

Scott couldn’t help but grin even more.

Alan outright laughed.

And something lifted just a little from Scott’s chest.

“Thank you, Allie.”

Surprised blue shot up at him.

“You’re right. We need to laugh more.”

Virgil ended up in the pool.

Gordon jumped in after him.

And Scott hugged his littlest brother so much closer.

-o-o-o-

The afternoon relaxed into together time. Phones rang but were ignored. John was dragged down from orbit. The barbecue was lugged out, food found and cooked for dinner and a comfortable feeling that had been absent since their father had been lost, found its way onto the Island.

Gordon cherished it.

Virgil continued to be a touch emotional during the entire time, grabbing random brothers and attempting to smother them with his arms. Scott was quieter, but even Gordon noticed he was far from Alan at any point that entire afternoon and evening. John was quietly puzzled about the whole thing until he suddenly grabbed at his shirt and jumped and jiggled about.

“Oh, so that’s how it works.” Virgil was staring down at the remote control in his hand, poking at it.

John let out a squawk and fell onto the couch writhing.

His shirt was thrown off moments later.

“Hey, Alan, how do you turn them off?”

Therein followed some discussion on Alan and Virgil’s part, followed by Scott and his two cents when he felt it appropriate.

John started yelling at them after a very short period of time, still writhing on the sofa.

Gordon thought it was absolutely hilarious and had trouble keeping his feet while laughing.

All in all, it was a fantastic afternoon and evening.

Scott fell asleep on the couch with his arm wrapped around a snoozing Alan five minutes into the movie Gordon had chosen. Virgil lasted another five minutes before caving into a faceplant on one of the cushions. His snores made it difficult to hear the movie, but the remaining three brothers cared not a whit. By the time John joined them in the land of the exhausted, the movie was little more than soundscape.

But Gordon wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was something that they had been missing for so long. Gordon sat there fake watching the movie and honestly holding back a few tears at the thought. Alan was right. They needed more laughter. His big brothers, John included, were shouldering so much now their father was no longer with them, and yes, his thoughts stumbled on that acknowledgement. God, he missed his dad. But they all had to do their part.

If there was something Gordon wanted to do, it was bring back the laughter. If it took itching powder and dye, if it took silly hats and fake tattoos, if it took everything he had, he would see his brothers happy.

They all had to do their part.

And he would make this his.

-o-o-o-

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Gone

Having issues with my post’s again. So If you are reading along with this then you may need to check you’ve not missed previous chapters.

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Originally this was the final chapter. However, a year later I added the Epilogue - which some of you who originally read Gone may have missed. I’ve added the epilogue at the end of this chapter save waiting.

Thank you to everyone who’s read and commented on these posts. Hope you enjoy these final 2 chapters 🥰

Previous Chapter 53 - Home

Chapter 54. Soul

Everyone had continued to celebrate Virgil’s homecoming, with the party only being wound down when Virgil had begun to grow tired from the day’s activities and had experienced some pain. As he had not wanted to leave the gathering, Jeff and Scott had placed him comfortably on the sofa, while Brains gave him his medication. Shortly after, even though they had all been chatting quite loudly, Virgil had drifted off into a deep sleep.

As none of them had wanted to disturb him, they all made their way into different sections of the household. Not wanting to be far from Virgil’s side, all four boys and their father had gone outside and were now enjoying the evenings warmth from the side of the pool. Except, of course, for Gordon who had decided to take the opportunity, and enjoy an evening dip. Meanwhile, after completing the process of cleaning up, and packing away any leftovers, Ruth, Parker, Kyrano and Tin-Tin had decided to head to their rooms, while Brains had gone straight into his lab, so he could continue his work on some new experiment.

Penelope however, had made herself comfortable next to Virgil, wanting to be with him should he wake. She was glad she had remained when he began to stir from a nightmare. “Hey, it’s okay,”

“Pen?”

“Yes, it’s me,” she soothed, “no one’s going to hurt you!”

Virgil opened his eyes and smiled up at Penelope who was now holding him in her arms. “Hi.”

Penelope looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it was just a bad dream.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

Virgil sighed. “It was just the usual.”

“Hood?” Penelope frowned.

“Yes,” Virgil nodded sadly.

“He’s never going to be able to hurt you or anyone else again, you do know that right?”

“Yes,” Virgil confirmed, “according to the doctors and John, the nightmares are my minds way of processing what’s happened.”

“That does sound like something John would say!” she stated, with an amused smile. “So, other than the bad dreams, how are you feeling?”

“I’m good,” Virgil answered honestly, “how could I not be when I’ve woken up next to you?”

“Charmer!” Penny smiled, kissing him tenderly.

Virgil returned the kiss and then looked around the room. “Where is everyone?”

Your father and brothers are outside,” Penny informed him, “Brains is in his laboratory, and your grandmother, Tin-Tin, Kyrano and Parker have retired for the evening.”

“And why aren’t you in bed?”

“I wanted to be here when you woke up.”

“Oh, you did?” Virgil grinned tickling her.

“Virg, stop!” Penny giggled. “Do you want me to get your dad, or one of your brothers?”

“No,” Virgil said, stopping and pulling her closer to him, “I’m very happy it’s just me and you!”

“Oh, you are?”

“Most definitely!” He replied, kissing her once more.

They both continued to hold each other until Virgil spoke once more. “So, how many of them were hassling you for details about what’s going on between us?”

“Just Tin-Tin, and what about you?”

“All of my brothers!” Virgil chuckled.

“And what did you tell them?” Penelope asked.

“Nothing, I guess I thought it was best to discuss the matter between us first.”

“I believe that would be a good idea!”

They looked at each other, both wanting to speak what was in their hearts, both slightly scared of the others reaction. Eventually, Virgil broke the silence. “I’ve always liked you, but I was always worried that if I did make a move, you wouldn’t feel the same way, and our friendship would be essentially ruined. Then there was Anderbad.”

“Mm… That was some night!” Penelope smirked.

“It certainly was!” Virgil grinned.

“And since then?”

“Well, I know we both agreed at the time that we would remain friends, but after what happened with the Hood, I realised that sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s nearly been ripped away from you… He nearly took everything, but thankfully he didn’t... And it made me reflect upon things… Life is too short to not speak out about your true feelings!”

“And what are your true feelings?” She questioned coyly.

“I want you to be more than just my friend with the occasional added benefit,” Virgil exhaled nervously, as he looked deeply into her eyes, “Penelope, I love you!”

“I love you too!”

“You do?”

Penny nodded. “Of course, I have for a long time… And I would love to be your ‘official’ girlfriend.”

“Good,” Virgil said, kissing her passionately.

They both remained wrapped in each other’s arms until Penny noticed Virgil was staring longingly at his piano. “Do you want to play?”

“I wish I could, but I can’t exactly use the pedals with two broken legs. Plus, I’ve only just started having light physio on my dislocated shoulder, so I’m not too sure how long I can use my right hand.”

“I can play with you.”

“You know how to play the piano?”

“Yes,” Penelope answered, “from ages 5 to 16, my father insisted! Although, I desperately wanted to learn to play the drums.”

“Drums?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with the drums?”

“Absolutely nothing!” Virgil answered. “Did you never get to learn?”

“No, my father said they were unladylike!”

“Unladylike?” Virgil exclaimed. “There’s been some awesome female drum players!”

“I know,” Penelope said, “that was my comeback… But father had spoken, so I made do with the piano. Secretly I loved it, but I pretended to detest every minute of course… So, do you want to play?”

Virgil nodded enthusiastically. “Where’s my wheelchair?”

“Just here,” she answered, pulling herself off the sofa and pushing the chair over which had been tucked away in a corner of the room. “Do you want me to fetch one of your brothers or your father, so they can help you into this?”

“That’s okay, if you inch it a little bit closer, then with your help I should be able to slide into it.”

“Are you sure?” Penny questioned. “I really wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her.

“Okay,” she said, a hint of concern still in her voice, “but if I see any indication that you’re in any pain, then I’ll be getting Jeff.”

Virgil nodded his confirmation while Penny edged the wheelchair a little bit closer. Then with her support he easily slipped into the chair on the first attempt. “Well, that was easier that I thought it would be,” Penny observed, “however, if I find out you attempt to do that without any help, then you will not hear the end of it! Understood?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Virgil smiled at her innocently.

“Mm… Well, make sure you don’t!” She warned, pushing him over to the piano. “So, what would you like to play?”

“I don’t mind,” Virgil replied, while she adjusted the piano chair so both herself and Virgil could reach the keys comfortably, “there’s some sheet music just over there.”

Penelope rifled through the variety of music books that were on the shelf that Virgil had pointed at, eventually she brought one over. “How about this to start with?”

“Ah, that’s perfectly easy,” he remarked, when she rested the page on Edward MacDowell’s, ‘To a Wild Rose,’

“Well, you may be a genius when it comes to playing the piano. However, it’s been a fair few years since I attempted to play, and this was one of the very first pieces I learned.”

“Then this is perfect,” Virgil commented, gazing fondly at her.

“Okay then, are you ready?” She asked.

Virgil kissed he once more. “I am now!”

Penelope relished his lips on hers and then smiled at him sweetly, as they both began to press the keys, allowing the melody to sing out. “Virgil Tracy, you are far too good to be playing with me,” Penelope observed, as she faltered a few times, while Virgil’s fingers glided effortlessly across the keys.

“Nonsense,” Virgil remarked, “you are doing wonderfully!” As the tune built to a crescendo, a cough interrupted them. “Oh, hi guys.” Virgil said, glancing up at the five faces standing in the doorway.

Jeff gazed at him sternly. “I would normally reprimand you for getting into your chair without any help.”

“But?” Virgil grinned.

“But,” Jeff added, moving over with his four sons to stand by the piano, “it’s too good hearing you play!”

“it feels great to be playing!” Virgil stated.

“How did you get in your chair?” Scott asked.

“Penelope helped me.”

“Penny, you managed to lift him?” Gordon giggled.

“Hey,” Virgil interrupted, “I’m not that heavy!”

“After all that cake and apple pie you shovelled down earlier,” John chuckled, “I’m not too sure!”

“Hey!” Virgil protested, “Why am I suddenly getting picked on?”

“Because, you are home,” Gordon informed him, “there’s no more special treatment for you now!”

Virgil pouted for a few seconds and then grinned. “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way!”

“Great, because the jokes will be ‘wheeled’ out!”

Virgil shook his head at Gordon’s bad pun, and then looked at Alan, who was uncharacteristically quiet. “Everything alright little bro?”

Alan nodded. “Just wondering if you could play something?”

“Yes, of course. Anything in particular? Virgil enquired.

“Can you please play…” Alan hesitated.

Virgil smiled at him knowingly. “Do you want me to play moms song?”

“Yes please,” Alan answered enthusiastically, “if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” Virgil replied.

“Where’s the sheet music?” Penny asked.

“There isn’t any. Mom was always going to write it down but unfortunately, she never did. Thankfully, she taught it to me and now it’s all up here,” he informed her, pointing to his head, “I really should write it down though.”

“So, do you need any help?” She questioned.

“I should be alright using my right hand for this piece, I’ll use it to count towards my physio time,” he laughed.

“And what about the pedals?” She enquired.

“Yes please,” Virgil confirmed, “they won’t be needed to much, so I’ll let you know when,”

“Okay,” Penny smiled getting herself comfortable.

Virgil prepared himself, then paused as he looked at his family. “Are the rest of you okay if I play this?”

“Yes,” Scott, Gordon and John replied.”

“Dad?” Virgil enquired.

“I would love to hear it son!”

Virgil nodded, closed his eyes, and began to play.

They all exhaled slowly, as they watched Virgil’s fingers slowly caress the keys. Each one of them becoming transfixed by the melodious tune as they all thought back to just a few weeks prior when they had sat and wept together, each believing they would never hear this captivating, incandescent sound again. Now though as the notes continued to radiate from him, each one of them was brought back into the present. Here was Virgil, he wasn’t gone, he was here with them, and his musical soul was once more filling their home.

** **

Chapter 55. Return - An Epilogue.

It had been 1 year and 3 weeks since he’d sat here, a lot longer than he’d anticipated. Yes, the doctors had told him it would take a while to get back to full physical fitness, and he had achieved that, way before they had expected him to. However, it was the unseen injuries that had held him back, the ones the doctors hadn’t picked up on, but his family had spotted straight away.

The nightmares… Ones where he was still being held by the Hood, still chained, the camera set up in front recording everything as the whip was brought down onto his bare skin again and again. These, of course, had woken him with silent screams, occasionally vocalised, but a family members presence, and the realisation that it was just a dream quickly settled him, then sleep came once more. However, there was, of course, the flipped around nightmares, the ones where he’d be the one staring at a screen, watching a brother being tortured, and he’d be screaming out in pain, but every time there had been nothing he could do to save them. Gut-wrenching cries would fill their island home, awakening all the inhabitants, and would see him physically shaking for several hours in someone’s arms… Thankfully, agreeing to talk had helped and the dreams had eventually dissipated, however, an unexpected flashback when Gordon playfully dunked him in the pool (To when the Hood’s men had submerged his head and held him repeatedly under the water) had set off an anxiety attack, which had reawakened the nightmares, and he was once again back at square one… A vicious circle that happened on more than one occasion.

Eventually, with time, and many one-on-one sessions with various members of his family the mental healing eventually caught up with the physical, and that had in turn led to this point, him sitting here… 1 year and 3 weeks later, which was 386 days, an exact total of 9,264 hours… Not that he’d been counting…

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts, “are you okay?”

A short breath out, he glanced back at Gordon, who was now buckling himself into the co-pilots seat. “Yes… Yes, I am!” Turning back to the control panel… His left hand, which now had a treasured silver wedding band on, reached forwards, he didn’t need to even think about what he was doing, even after all this time, he knew his girl like the back of his hand. She moved forwards, trees parting for her, allowing the sunlight to light her beautiful green paint… God, it really had been too long…

“So, are you going to do the honours?” his brother asked.

“You bet I am!”

Gordon settled back as the green machine raised herself, ready and waiting. “Then she’s just waiting for your final command.”

Pressing the final button, then holding the controls in his hands, Thunderbird 2 shot into the air…

Virgil felt the smile light up his face… “Thunderbirds Are Go!”

[greywake]

FabFiveFeb2023

I know it's not February any more. Shhh!

Here is my effort for the last of @gumnut-logic's FabFiveFeb prompt challenges. I finally did it!!

The prompts were: Kayo, "I know it was you", sharp, wanted, hairpin, home.

I didn't use "home", but as it's set in the Tracy villa maybe that counts?

Enjoy!

AO3 link here for those that want it.

The Sneak Thief

Kayo frowned at the empty space on her dressing table: Her favourite hairpin was missing. An elegant silver and enamel display of orchid flowers with a handful of pretty stars dangling from delicate-looking chains. Perfect for a red carpet or to dress up an otherwise casual outfit. In reality, it contained a finely crafted and wickedly sharp calhelium blade and one of her most useful hidden weapons.

It had been in its rightful place this morning but now, just before the family dinner that the whole household was suddenly available for, it was gone.

She checked on the floor around the vanity and even dragged it out to look behind just in case, but no luck.

None of the boys would risk their limbs on a prank like this. Well, Gordon might, but he was still playing it safe around her after her retaliation for his last prank. She figured she still had another two weeks before his need for mischief overcame his common sense. 

Grimacing in discontent, Kayo neatened her hair in its ponytail and stalked out of her rooms and headed to the kitchen, eyes alert for any hint of the missing object.

"Hey, Kayo, everything okay?"

She looked up to see Virgil trotting along the hallway towards her with his little black shadow in tow. "My hairpin is missing."

He frowned. "The orchid one?"

She nodded, a suspicion forming as Turbo attacked Virgil's foot then took off back towards the main levels of the villa like her tail was on fire.

Virgil snorted at the kitten's antics before turning back to his sister. "I'll keep an eye out for it."

"Thanks. I'll see you at dinner."

She continued down to the comms room, eyes scanning for the missing item when a quiet growling came from above. She glanced up, meeting the baleful gaze of the kitten, her tail whipping back and forth.

She returned the glare. "I know it was you, Turbo."

The tail stilled then the animal darted out of sight.

The security operative muttered under her breath as she hurried up the stairs to the mezzanine level. Before she had time to react a little black and silver blur shot past her and down to the kitchen level.

An exasperated huff left Kayo's lips as she spun on her heel and raced after the little menace, taking the steps down three at a time. "I don't care if you wanted it, Turbo! My hairpin is not for kittens!"

She skidded to a halt just before she could barrel into the kitchen island and made a desperate grab for the cat. She missed by a whisker as the fluffy miscreant jumped onto the counter, gathered herself, and launched at a bewildered Scott who had spun to see what the ruckus was.

He yelped as needle-sharp claws secured the landing on his chest before scrambling up to his shoulder.

"What…?"

Kayo gave Scott a placating smile as she approached before returning her glare to the furry criminal perched on his shoulder.

"You think that just because John's not home yet Scott will be tall enough for you to get away?"

There was a muffled "mrrah!" of complaint as Kayo reached up and gently picked Turbo up by the scruff of her neck, disengaging any errant claws from Scott's shirt, and held the kitten up at her eye line.

"My hairpin, please."

Turbo glowered, appearing to consider her options, then dropped the ornament into Kayo's waiting hand.

"Thank you."

The kitten gave an answering chirp and snuggled in close as Kayo brought her to her chest.

Scott broke the tableau as he snorted his amusement. "Are we sure that animal is a real cat and not some kind of shapeshifted witch or something?"

Kayo grinned as she tickled Turbo's chin affectionately. "She's just very clever, that's all. She'd have to be to sneak onto Tracy Island without me knowing."

"Mrrrp!"

"See." Kayo giggled. "Turbo agrees."

Scott muttered something under his breath and shook his head as he turned back to making dinner.

"That's right, Turbo. It's our job to keep the boys on their toes. No more stealing from my rooms though." Kayo murmured to the furry bundle in her arms.

She couldn't help but giggle as the look the kitten gave her clearly communicated that she was making no promises.

[oliviaischillin1204]

Lovely Little Logan

[olivia's note: hello friends! this is another work from anne onymous, whom i love. this fic is also primarly about age regression (specifically with logan regressing) so keep that in mind! thank you SO much anne!!!]

Logan couldn't stand being babied, he despised it. He's not cute and adorable like Patton, he's logic. He's serious, mature and dignified. He's possibly the only side that truly acts like an adult. But whenever someone tries to talk to him as if he's anything less than that, it…does something to him. Something he considered embarrassing. He's managed to hide it well up to this point, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the charade up. He expressed his hatred of being spoken to in such manner and the others usually complied, although Patton sometimes accidentally slipped up and Roman would do it on purpose in an attempt to annoy him. Perhaps that's exactly why after a brief bickering, he decided to do the one thing Logan couldn't handle. With tickling added.

Logan cursed himself for not seeing it coming. He should've known better than to aggravate Roman instead of just agreeing to disagree and now look where it's gotten him: pinned to the floor, blushing a shade of red that could compete with Roman's sash and giggling like an infant. "Aren't you just a ticklish little baby? Who's a ticklish little baby?" Roman cooed as he played Logan's ribs like a piano. "Nohohohoho, Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan begged. "Aww, please what, baby boy? Please…get your belly? Does someone want tummy tickles on his ticklish tummy-tum? Is this what you wanted, cutie-pie? Laugh for the tickle monster, Logi-Bear!" Roman teased, scribbling across Logan's sensitive tummy. Logan couldn't even speak among his squeals and laughs, this was so humiliating. He could feel his composure dissolving away. "Ok, Princey. Knock it off before he short circuits." a voice said from behind.

Roman turned around and saw Virgil, smirking. Roman groaned and stopped tickling, giving Logan a chance to catch his breath. "You're such a fun killer." Roman whined. "Did it occur to you that maybe I want a turn?" Virgil asked. Roman gave a sly smile and wiggled his fingers threateningly, causing Virgil to roll his eyes. "I meant a turn at tickling Logan." Virgil explained. Logan made a noise that could only be described as a strangled sound of protest that got jumbled, mixed up and scrambled while escaping his mouth. "Aw, what's the matter, Logic? Cat got your tongue?" Virgil taunted, sitting on Logan's arms to pin them down. "Oh no, Lo-Lo. Now there's two tickle monsters. Whatever will you do?" Roman teased. "Sorry?" Logan said with puppy-dog eyes, hoping this would work. "Why, thank you, little star. Such good manners. What a big thing to do. I accept your apology." Roman remarked. Logan sighed in relief, thinking this might be over. "But you're still getting the tickles." Roman continued.

Logan's eyes widened in shock but before he could protest, it was too late. Roman went back to skittering across his sides and stomach while Virgil went to town on his ribs and armpits. Logan kicked and bucked as he laughed hysterically. "Tickle tickle tickle, giggles!" Roman cooed. "Cootchie cootchie coo, I'm tickling you!" Virgil teased, catching on to the recurring theme of the teases. "Vihihirgil, nohohoho! Plehehease!" Logan squealed. "Please what, blushy baby? You need to use your words. Can you do that for me, little cutie?" Virgil gushed. Logan tried as hard as he could to hide his face in his arms but with Virgil sitting on them, it was impossible. "Aww, who's a blushy baby? Who's a blushy boy? I think you are, yes you are! Aren't you just adorable?" Roman teased. Logan bucked and kicked desperately but he wasn't strong enough to knock Roman off. Especially in this state, weakened by laughter and…what his friends were saying.

"You doing ok, Roman?" Virgil asked. "I've had years of practice with Remus. Compared to him, this is smooth sailing." Roman assured. "It's not the bucking I'm worried about, it's the kicking. He might get you if you're not careful." Virgil explained. "Maybe we should invite Patton to join us. Wouldn't that be fun, Logi? Patton playing with your ticklish little toesies, me tickling your sensitive belly and Virgil poking around your ribs?" Roman taunted. Logan shook his head as much as he could. "Nah, he'd probably stop us because we've already been at this for a while and knows Logan told us not to talk to him like a child." Virgil argued. "You hear that, Logan? We get all your giggles and squeals to ourselves. You're ours to tickle and tickle forever!" Roman teased. "Nohohohoho! Nohohot foreveheheher!" Logan cackled. "Yes! Forever and ever and ever!" Roman cooed.

Logan wasn't sure how much longer he could take this. His maturity was slipping away and he was struggling to form real sentences. "Oh Logan? This tickle monster is getting a little hungry." Virgil warned, getting off Logan's arms and wrapping his own around his ribcage, Logan's back pressed against his chest. Roman almost fell off Logan when he noticed Virgil lying underneath him. Before he could ask what he was doing, his question was answered when Virgil started nuzzling and nibbling at Logan's neck, making ridiculous noises as he did so. Logan squealed, giggled and squeaked as his neck was attacked. "Nohoho, dohohon't eheheat mehehehe!" Logan squeaked. "Aww, why not? The tickle monster's so very hungry and you have such a yummy neck." Virgil teased before going back to what he was doing. Logan couldn't believe he said something so ridiculous and swore himself to silence.

"Speaking of hunger, your belly looks rather empty, you poor little thing. But I can fill it up for you." Roman said, slowly lifting Logan's shirt up. "With raspberries." Roman added, blowing on Logan's tummy as much as he could which caused the usually stoic side to scream with laughter and figuratively melt. Logan couldn't fight anymore. All he could do was lie there until this eventually stopped. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. "Alright, you two. That's enough. He needs a breather." a voice said. Roman and Virgil looked up to see Patton looking down at them, sternly. They relented and stopped. Virgil let go of Logan and stood next to Patton while Roman got off Logan's waist and joined the others, leaving Logan curled up on the floor and trying to get the last of his giggles out. "You good, Logan?" Patton asked. Logan gave a weak thumbs up. "Sorry if we went too far." Roman said. "You're mean." Logan whined. "Aww, came on, Logan. Don't be grumpy." Patton said. He noticed Logan's tone and pout seemed rather childish and it gave him a theory.

"Where's Daddy gone?" Patton asked as he hid his face in his hands, causing everyone to look at him rather confused. "Peek-a-boo!" Patton exclaimed, revealing his face and noticed Logan trying to suppress a smile. He repeated the action and Logan burst into giggles. "Aww, there's that smile!" Patton cooed, booping Logan's nose and chuckling when he tried to bite him. "Oh, you cheeky little monkey! How do you feel, kiddo?" Patton asked as he held up his fingers. Logan looked deep in thought before pushing down six of Patton's fingers, leaving four remaining. "Good job, Logan! Ten minus six is four! You're so smart!" Patton praised. "Can someone please explain what is happening here?" Roman asked. "I think we just discovered that Logan is a little." Virgil replied. "A little what? Confusing?" Roman queried. "No, he's an age regressor." Patton said.

"A what?" Roman asked. "An age regressor. You know, that thing where somebody's mind goes child-like as a coping mechanism for things like stress, trauma, or other mental health issues? They think and act younger, usually as a little kid or a toddler or sometimes a baby? Ring a bell?" Virgil explained. "That's a thing? Phew, I thought I was losing it." Roman sighed. "You do it too?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, every now and then when things get a little overwhelming. You do too, huh?" Roman inquired. "Sometimes, but I was referring to Logan that time." Virgil confessed hesitantly, clearly not ready to talk about it openly yet. "Well, now that we know, how would you like a caregiver, Logi-Bear?" Patton asked. Logan to clapped excitedly, causing Patton to laugh. "I guess that's a yes." Patton chuckled. "Would it be stupid to ask what a caregiver is?" Roman asked. "Someone who takes care of you when you regress." Virgil explained. "So like babysitters?" Roman joked. "Sorta. Or like a parental figure." Virgil replied. "And as your new parental figure, I think these clothes are much too grown-up for a little one like you." Patton said, playing with Logan's tie before summoning a new outfit.

Logan looked down at himself and beamed. He was wearing a blue stripey t-shirt, overall shorts, socks covered in rockets and black trainors. And even better, the front pocket on his overalls had a pacifier clip with a dark blue pacifier covered in silver stars attached at the end of it. He immediately popped it in his mouth, sucking away happily and smiling widely. "I thought Logan felt four, four year olds don't use pacifiers." Roman remarked. "Actually, there's a lot of reasons someone might use pacifiers, Roman. It could be for fidgeting, to stop you biting your nails, to help you sleep, to stop yourself from over eating, to de-stress, or just for fun." Patton explained. "Yeah, I almost always regress to four and I use a pacifier every time. You should seriously try it at least once, it's soothing as fuck." Virgil blurted out. "He said a bad word!" Logan protested. "Virgil!" Patton scolded. "Whoops. Sorry L, my bad. I'll make a mental note to avoid swearing when you're regressed." Virgil apologised. "Well, thanks for the info. But I think we've forgotten something very important: Every child needs a plushie." Roman said, summoning Logan's plushie of himself and handing it to him.

"It me!" Logan exclaimed, bouncing with excitement. "That's right, starlight. It's a mini-you. You're so clever." Roman cooed, gently ruffling Logan's hair. "Careful of his hair, Thomas's thing effects all of us." Virgil cautioned. "I'm being careful! Jeez." Roman barked. After more explaining and talking, everyone decided to watch a movie in the living room, letting Logan pick, of course. They were surprised when Logan picked a Tinker Bell movie but it made more sense when the scene of Tinker Bell and her friend experimenting with pixie dust came up. As the movie played, they noticed Logan was yawning quite a bit and rubbing his eyes a lot. "Looks like it might be naptime for you, kiddo." Patton advised, Logan nodding sleepily in response. Virgil summoned a blanket and Roman summoned a pillow, placing them carefully on the couch for Logan. Patton tucked him in and read him a bedtime story, but it wasn't enough to help him sleep.

"How about a lullaby?" Roman offered, gently removing Logan's glasses. Logan nodded, too tired to talk. Roman began to sing Darling's lullaby from "Lady And The Tramp" and it seemed to be exactly what Logan needed. "La la lu, la la lu. Oh my little star sweeper. I'll sweep the stardust for you. La la lu, la la lu. Little soft fluffy sleeper. Here comes a pink cloud for you." Roman sung as Logan closed his eyes, snuggling up to his plushie. "La la lu. La la lu. Little wandering angel. Fold up your wings, close your eyes. La la lu, la la lu. And may love be your keeper. La la lu, la la lu, la la lu." Roman sang, smiling as he noticed Logan had drifted off to sleep. "There now, little star sweeper. Dream on." Roman gushed. In the past, Roman would've seen this as a chance to get some blackmail material. Logan napping on the couch with a pacifier in his mouth and cuddling a toy? He would've seized the opportunity to get a photo faster than you can say "Instagram". But that was then. Right now, he couldn't stop gazing at his sleeping friend.

"This might sound stupid, but I never realised how much Logan looks like Thomas without his glasses." Virgil commented. "Nah, I'm with you. I never noticed either." Patton agreed. "Shhhhh!" Roman hushed. "Sorry, Roman. You're right, let's leave him be." Patton whispered. The three quietly walked away from the couch and left the room. After half an hour, Roman decided to check on Logan and found him half-asleep/half-awake. "Something wrong, little one?" Roman asked. "Thirsty." Logan said quietly. Roman summoned a space themed sippy-cup filled with warm milk and gave it to the sleepy side. After drinking it all, Logan quickly dozed off again. Roman smiled. He could get used to this. If this was a new thing that would become frequent, he wouldn't mind it one bit. Sure, it was different and unexpected, but it was also really cute. He decided to go find Patton and let him know Logan has two caregivers now.

After an hour, Logan woke up rather confused. When did he fall asleep? Why was he on the couch? Wait, is he sucking a pacifier?! Logan spat it out and frantically searched for his glasses. He felt them on the coffee table and quickly put them on, looking around and froze in shock. His clothes were different, Disney+ was on the TV, there was a sippy cup on the coffee table and he was holding his plushie of himself. What just happened?! Logan thought hard to figure this out. What did he remember last? He was having a disagreement with Roman, he tackled him to the floor and tickled him, he teased him with baby-talk and Virgil joined in, then Patton stopped them and–oh no. The others know! His secret he tried so hard to hide was out and there's nothing he can do! Logan summoned his signature outfit and cleared everything away when Patton walked in. "Hey Logan! Looks like you're feeling big again. Had a good nap?" Patton inquired. Logan remained quiet. He wanted to cry, but that would trigger another regression and that's the last thing he wanted right now. Patton seemed to catch on to Logan's discomfort and knew this needed to be dealt with. "Sit down. Let's talk." Patton said as he sat on the couch, patting the spot next to him. Logan sighed and sat down.

"None of us think any less of you for this, Logan. We don't view you any differently than before. There's nothing wrong with this. If this is how you deal with what you need to deal with, or something triggers it and it happens, it doesn't hurt anyone. It's completely ok and no one is judging you." Patton reassured, rubbing Logan's shoulder assuringly as he processed these words. "Not even Roman?" Logan mumbled. "Especially not Roman! He's practically smitten with you when you're little. Before I came down here, he was just asking me to ask you if you wanted him as your caregiver too." Patton revealed. Logan stopped fighting his feelings and burst into tears, clutching Patton tightly. "I sorry." Logan whimpered. "It's ok, kiddo. And I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide this from us." Patton said, wiping away a tear from Logan's cheeck. "Now, where's that cute little smile of yours, huh?" Patton asked, squeezing Logan's sides. "Nohohoho! Nohohot agahahahain!" Logan squealed in surprise. "Yes, again! Roman and Virgil had their fun with you, I gotta catch up." Patton reasoned. As Logan giggled and wiggled around in Patton's lap, he thought to himself that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps it was a good thing this happened.

The End.

[ticklishprincey]

Did I forget to put boundaries and all the other good shit before posting a fanfiction? Maybe. You can't prove anything. ╚»★«╝ Hi! I'm Echo, I use he/they pronouns. I write sfw tickling fanfictions/headcannons/other things for lots of different fandoms (mainly whatever I'm hyperfixated on at the time). ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ I take requests, but I will ignore/block any asks/blogs containing any of the following: ✎NSFW/kink culture ✎Sexual tickling/tickle kink ✎Smut with or without tickling (makes me uncomfy either way) ✎Ageplay/DDLG/CGL/Any other form of ageplay ✎Feet (nothing wrong with them I just don't do feet period) ✎Yandere ✎Canonically gay characters shipped with females ✎Canonically lesbian characters shipped with males ✎Canonically aroace characters shipped with anyone ✎Voice teases (sorry I'm a lee I can't say the freaking word out loud) ✎Random DMs if I don't know you/follow you ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ That being said, I take requests on a lot of things, not just tickling asks. Here are a few of the things I will reply to/accept: ✎SFW tickling ✎Age regression/pet regression ✎Art (sometimes if I'm feeling up to it) ✎Tickle headcannons ✎Regression headcannons ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ Lastly, here are most of the fandoms I'm in and the pairings I would be over the moon to write about: (✰ = platonic , ✿ = romantic , ♫ = happy to write either) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo & Moxxie ✰Blitzo & Fizzarolli ✿Millie & Moxxie ✿Asmodeus & Fizzarolli ♫ Stolas & Blitzo ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor & Lucifer ✰Alastor & Husk ✿ Husk & Angel-Dust ✿Vaggie & Charlie ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello and literally any one of the turtles help I'm obsessed ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Percy & Nico ✰Hazel & Nico ✰Jason & Nico ✰Will & Apollo ✿Will & Nico ♫Leo & Nico ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Encanto ✰Camilo and literally anyone I love this character so much ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Dear Evan Hansen ♫Connor & Evan ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Black Butler ✰Sebastian & Ciel (he doesn't have a father figure okay the child needs a hug) ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Gravity Falls ✰Mabel & Dipper ✰Ford & Dipper ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Sundrop & Reader ✰Moondrop & Reader ✰Glamrock Freddy & Gregory ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki & Izuku ✰Shinsou & Aizawa ♫Denki & Shinsou ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade & Floyd ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Voltron ✰Keith & Shiro ♫Keith & Lance (yes I am aware it's not canon let me mourn) ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Sanders Sides ✰Roman & Remus ✰Virgil & Patton ✰Virgil & Janus ♫Virgil & Logan ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ✎Avengers (mainly Spiderman tbh I'm obsessed) ✰ Peter & Tony (I need Tony to adopt this sweet boy it's a need) ◦•●◉★◉●•◦ Anyway, thanks for reading my essay, enjoy my content and stay hydrated!

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[mythica0]

Salty to sweet

🎂: Sanders Sides

🧁: Virgil, Logan

🍫: Roman, Remus

🍭: Prinxiety, Intrulogical

🍨 fic

TW: foul language and Remus . Just Remus.

Salty to sweet

It was just one of those days.

Both Logan and Virgil were feeling kinda grumpy. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, if Logan had his vocabulary cards correct.

Logan had been in his room working all day and got snippy at anyone who tried to talk to him .

Virgil was listening to his emo music and ignoring everything around him.

This did not sit well with the creative brothers; Roman & Remus, who were each sides respective boyfriends.

The two were currently talking about it in their shared room.

“Ugh! I’m at a loss! Virgil won’t even open his door, how am I supposed to cheer him up!” Roman said in exasperation.

“I don’t know,” started the other twin, “but I think I have an idea of where to start.”

❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙

The plan was fairly simple, however, there was one insy winsy tiny little massive problem.

The twins had to get their boyfriends out of their respective bedrooms and into the living room first.

Roman thought that by telling Virgil he was watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and asking ‘would he like to join?’ Would do the trick, and it did.

However Virgil wanted Roman to make some food and change into his onesie first. Not too hard.

Remus was having a bit more trouble. “Ugh, sword fighting whale penises! He keeps insisting that he needs to work! I can’t get him to take a break and come down!”

Roman winced at Remus’ exclamation before recovering and saying “have you tried offering crofters?”

Silence.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t think of it!” Roman snorts at his brothers corny wording as Remus types the message and hits send, the text sends, and remains read for about 2 seconds before a (likely very eager) reply of “I’m on my way” comes through.

Remus laughs lightly at his boyfriends response before lightly tossing his phone on the couch. Roman , after doing so, texts Virgil telling him that he has the movie ready to play, popcorn in the table, and is up to dress code.

Both boys arrive downstairs at roughly the same time, Logan first, wearing his usual polo shirt, jeans and Necktie. Virgil lagging behind a bit, in his skeleton onesie.

Remus grabbed the crofters out of the fridge and set it on the table with some bread just in case.

“Oh. “ Logan stated , his way of showing surprise. “I was not informed we would be watching a movie. “

“That’s because you didn’t let me finish. I offered crofters and you immediately came on down. “ Remus scoffs, not unkindly.

“Fair point. “ Logan nods and pushes up his glasses.

“So are we getting started or what. “ a grumpy gruff town states from the other side of the room.

“Yep! Let’s settle down on the couch, hmm?”

The wordless response is that both sets of boys sit on the couch.

Sneakily, the twins enact their plan. They snake their arms around their boyfriends, holding them in a way that they couldn’t escape , without being uncomfortable or realizing what’s going on.

“Actually , Virgil. Me and Remus have a surprise for you guys before we start. “

Virgil hums and Logan says “the correct phrasing would be Remus and I”

Remus just responds by saying “hush, nerdy wolverine. “

Then, with a silent countdown, the twins start ‘attacking’ their boyfriends, scribbling at their sides and poking their tummies.

Both boys , suprised, immediately burst out laughing .

“Whahahahat theheheh fuhuhuhuhck? “ Virgil manages through his laughter . “You better hope Patton doesn’t hear you! Or you might be tickle tickle tickled even more!” Roman teases, his smile growing when Virgil breaks out in a light blush.

“Thihihis. Ihihihis nohohot aha vehehehery gohohood suPRHIHISe” he squeaks at the end when Remus squeezes his thigh.

“You are in No position to be rude, teach.”

“Ohoho shihiHIhIt.” Logan responds

“Hey look brother, we turned them from salty to sweet! “ Roman exclaimed

“Indeed we did, but I think we could use a bit more sugar!”

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The boys continued for a while just like that, teasing their boyfriends and playfully scribbling against their ticklish spots, before Roman gets an idea, a very very evil idea .

Giving his brother a look that says “follow along” Roman speaks “Y’know, we added some sugar into this salty dish, but I think it needs a little extra kick.” He says, grinning evilly

“Oh, I agree, what kinda kick were you thinking?” Remus catches on quickly, matching Roman’s grin as they both continue to assault their lovers with tickles .

“Something fruity , that’s for sure “

“Like us!”

Roman sighs, “like us. However, I can’t think of what fruit to add. Do you have any ideas?”

“I was thinking…. Raspberries?”

“I couldn’t of come up with a better idea!”

“Ohohoho nohohoho . Nohohohot thahahat!” Virgil exclaimed , although he didn’t really mean it. He had to admit, if only to himself, laughing this much was starting to make him feel better.

Logan was very much in the same boat . His mood having been greatly impacted.

I hope your ready! In three, two, one, “ Remus started

“PBBbBBbBbFFt” both twins raspberried at the same time .

“AAHHHahahahahahhahaHa! “CRAHHAHap DoHOHont DoHOhoo THaHAHat!” Logan

“No can do!” That was Roman. Remus nods , they both breathe

“PBBbbBbBbbFFfFT”

More raspberries. More laughter.

After a while, the twins stop, leaving two very giggly sides curled up in their laps.

“So, we still up for a movie?” Roman says, lightly shaking the remote .

Both boys just nod weakly.

As the opening song plays, the twins both think

‘Definitely turned them from salty to sweet.’

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[caffeinecoffeesnek]

You don’t mind?

Janus is craving touch an affection, but above all he craved tickles. But he knows full well he’ll never get any of it because he knows none of the other sides like him at all, so he makes the choice to stay quiet about it. But with careful eye, one side catches on to it an eventually alerts the rest of them to the touch-starved snake who slipped right under their nose with what he truely wanted.

Tickle fic!

(Includes: touch-starved snek, ler everyone, Possibly DRLAMP??, A bit of angst then fluff, tickles, Swearing! And it’s very long!)

Touch. Oh how deeply Janus craved it, the warmth of another side as he cuddled them, their warm gentle hand holding his hand or his cheek or stroking his hair, god it made him melt inside, but the one thing he craved more was being tickled. He hadn’t been tickled in years an almost forgot what it felt like, all he remembered was the enjoyment of the strange tingling feeling as fingers danced or skittered across him, or the beautiful feeling of the tased ripple feeling of raspberries on his skin or even just the very light touches on his scales made him all wriggly.

But he’s imagining an fuzzy melty feeling quickly vanished when he remembered the current moment he was in. In his room, on his bed, laying under the sheets as his alarm went off for the start of the day, Janus groaned an turned his alarm off, rubbing his eyes as he sat upright while the terrible feeling of his stomach clawing at his insides returned to torture him. He sighed an got up, grabbing his hat off the bed pole an walking tiredly to his closet.

After getting dressed in his normal outfit he slipped his gloves on an listened to see if he could hear anyone awake. When he heard nothing he walked out of his room an closed the door behind him, while he walked his stomach clawing at his inside grew worse as he walked passed everyone else’s doors in the hall, just wanting to go in an snuggle into their bed an up to the side while they slept. Janus got downstairs and began making a tea, he really wasn’t too hungry for food but it helped him a little bit so he just got some of Pattons cookies out of the jar an nibbled on one as he waited for the kettle to finish boiling. He could taste all the love Patton put into his cookies an as much as it helped a bit it also made things worse since he wanted- no, needed that same love from someone, literally anyone. But the reality came back to bite him when he remembered that everyone disliked him with every fibre in their being an how much he’d fucked up with everyone an hurt them. So it lead Janus to believe that he just was undeserving of anyone’s time, love an affection. He acted like it didn’t bother him but inside it really destroyed him.

He’d pushed Virgil away an made him leave. He’d pretend to be Logan twice an made him feel un-listened to everyone. He’d pretended to be Patton and fucked with his emotions an feelings which now led him to being insecure. He’d messed with Roman and then made him also insecure an if that wasn’t enough he’d compared him to the side he feared most to become an actually called him evil. An now he’d left Remus on his own when he promised he wouldn’t leave him. Fuck was their anything he didn’t do wrong?

Janus let out a shaky sigh as his heart sank further at the memories an thoughts of it, tears faintly starting to well up an blur his vision as he grabbed the kettle an poured the boiling water in his cup an bounced his tea bag around in the water. He picked his cup up an sipped it, not even noticing or caring that he wasn’t holding it by the handle, no matter how much it burned. Just then, he heard someone coming downstairs, he had gotten so used to the daily routines that he could detect which side it was from many different ways an sounds, the footsteps were normal paced, a bit heavy, but quite in check with the timing as they walked down the stairs an to the kitchen. “Logan.” Janus greeted with his every day voice all while without looking up from his cup. “Janus.” Logan greeted back as he began making his normal black coffee.

Janus glanced over and watched Logan made his coffee, god he could so easily ask for cuddles or tickles right now and be free of his cravings- but Logan wasn’t touchy feely and probably wouldn’t do something so childish so he kept his mouth shut about it. Around an hour an half later Patton came downstairs to start on breakfast for everyone as per normal. “morning kiddo’s.” Patton spoke cheerfully. “Good morning Patton.” Logan replied while I just gave a nod as I finished my tea and placed it in the sink. Everyone was starting to come downstairs an wake so this was normally the time I go back upstairs an back into my room, occasionally I’ll stay downstairs for a while longer but very rarely now days. I walked back up the stairs an into my bedroom an closing the door, Damn it! I had the perfect opportunity! I could have told them everything, or even just Patton- would they have cared though? No of course not that’s stupid

I sighed softly and sat at my desk as my stomach clawed at its walls, begging for touch or love or just- something!? But I knew I wasn’t ever going to get it even though I didn’t know how how longer I could keep this up. I tapped my fingers on the table as I thought, not realising that hours had gone past until there was a knock at my door and a familiar voice “Kiddo, Lunch is ready!” I heard Patton call out, I sighed an stood up as I heard the playful sound of footsteps leave. I suppose I can try sit down with everyone- even if that may cause some trouble.

As I walked downstairs I saw everyone else was already sitting at the table as Patton brought lunch over, I took a quiet breath an walked over with my normal look an took a seat closest to the end of the table. I was sat next to Logan which I suppose gave me some sort of Relief but that was quickly followed by uneasiness when I noticed Virgil sitting across from me, I avoided eye contact with him an started eating lunch after I thanked Patton who smiled an sat down, his arm brushing against me as he went by, even through the clothes I could feel the warmth of his touch an it make me jolt, but only slightly.

What I hadn’t noticed was the side directly across from me had noticed my jolt after seeing Patton brush against me and even that caused him to become suspicious and after lunch when I was about to retreat back upstairs, someone grabbed my wrist. I looked up to see Virgil eyeing me off, my wrist burned with warmth from where Virgil gripped my wrist but I could tell something was up “alright, what have I done now?” I asked bluntly, mostly expecting Virgil to go off on me again or something. What caught me off guard completely was when he asked “is- everything okay?”

I stood there for some time, had Virgil just asked me that? Was he just faking his concern? Was he actually worried? I snapped out of my thoughts as Virgil cleared his throat “yes- ‘I’m fine’” I lied, but I could tell Virgil didn’t believe that for one moment “I know when you lie. What’s going on” he quietly snapped. I was a bit taken back by this but I sighed, choosing to play along “oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that your grabbing my wrist and snapping at me? I don’t need your pity or you pretending you care because Patton told you to check on me.” I hissed back but quietly as to not draw more attention.

I yanked my wrist free an kept walking but felt someone’s arms around me in seconds, god it burned but it felt so nice, I looked again an paused when it was Virgil. “W-what are you-“ I went to ask but I was quickly shushed, an not even 10 seconds later I felt a hand stroking my hair. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on but at this point I didn’t care, I leaned into him an rested my head on his chest as he slowly lowered us to the ground, still stroking my hair so ever gently.

I didn’t notice the others coming around (Patton especially) but I didn’t care at the moment, someone was touching me- I couldn’t believe it, I felt like water to the dying. “Storm cloud, what are you doing with Mr.Lies-?” I heard Roman ask which snapped me out of my trance. “He needs touch. I saw it at lunch when Patton brushed against him, your touch starved aren’t you” I felt him look at me, along with the rest of them. I was quiet for a while, still not trusting this but I nodded softly. “Oh kiddo.. why didn’t you tell us?” “Because.. I didn’t deserve it- not after everything I’ve done to all of you..”

There was silence for a minute and I thought I’d screwed up again, I got ready to make a dash when I felt another pair of arms around me, then two, then three then- 4? I opened my eyes an my eyes had to be deceiving me, everyone was hugging me- even Remus- I didn’t know what to say, but the burning grew and I felt so much better so I just snuggled into the touch. After a while they pulled away but Virgil stayed holding me “Janus, all you did is in the past now, you must let this go” Logan spoke “and your always preaching self care snakie-“ Remus said but stopped as he got an idea, the rest of them getting the same and I was confused until I was pinned down.

I watched as Patton and Logan pinned my arms, Virgil sitting on my waist and The twins sitting on both of my legs. At this point I realised what was going on and started blushing as I felt my lee mood start to rise once again. “Poor jannie, who’s been so busy with everyone else that he didn’t look after himself” Patton teased as I felt him undo the buttons on my shirt. “Such a Shame and then lying about it too us! That just won’t do!” Roman sprung as I felt him and Remus taking off my shoes and socks, “n-now now, l-let’s not be to hasty” I stammered out.

“Naw, is someone nervous? Don’t be, we’re all just gonna get our sweet revenge” Virgil grinned as he placed his hands on my now bare stomach, making me blush more but I couldn’t help but smile nervously. “N-not nervou-OUSHSHSHS!” I shouted and laughed as Virgil started rapidly squeezing my sides, I squealed an arched my back a bit as Logan and Patton dug into my pits, letting out hissed laugher as my tongue came out. I was honestly glad they were holding me down because I would have been bucking like a bull.

I almost screamed as Remus and Roman started tickling my soles, Roman especially getting at my toes. “Awww, look how much he’s enjoying it” Patton teased as Virgil let up, a signal for the others as well as they all let up, I laid their giggling for a bit before getting my breath back “so, you think you can handle more?” Virgil questioned with a teasing tone. I blushed and tried to hide in my shoulder. “I believe we need an answer Janus” I heard Logan speak as he tweaked my ribs which caused me to giggle and try to wriggle away, I blushed heavily as I mumbled “..again..”

“Sorry snakie we didn’t hear you~!” Remus called as I felt a cold liquid on my feet, oil. I whined but sighed “a-again! Please-!” I managed to blurt out which made the others grin (even Logan) “oh we’d be happy to give you more~ but we’re gonna be here a while~” Virgil spoke as he started skittering his fingers over my stomach as his other hand squeezed my hips. I jolted an laughed, squeezing my eyes shut as I just accepted my fate.

But I have to say, it’s a fate I’d accept any day and now I can come to any of them whenever I need.

[trashyswitch]

The Search For The Missing Laugh

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D Give this person some love!!

Patton had been telling dad joke after dad joke since breakfast. While Roman and even Virgil gladly laughed at his witty wordplay, Logan hadn’t even cracked a smile. Still, that didn’t stop Patton from telling all the jokes he had left in him after Roman and Virgil went to help Thomas with something. “Why were the elephants late for their vacation?” Patton asked. Logan merely sighed in response. “Because they forgot to pack their trunks!” Patton exclaimed before laughing at his own joke. Logan groaned, wishing Patton would just stop. “Aw, come on, Logan. That was funny!” Patton chirped. “Perhaps to you, but not me.” Logan said. “Probably because you have no sense of humour.” Patton grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know that I do have a sense of humour, I just don’t find your jokes funny.” Logan informed. Patton pouted. Logan never laughs at his jokes. He never laughs, period. He just wanted to make his friend laugh, but how? Then it struck him. There’s one thing that makes Thomas and the others laugh. It was risky, it may not even work, but it would be worth it if he could pull it off. “Oh dear. I think I see what the problem is.” Patton said. “You need to get better at comedy?” Logan suggested sarcastically. “No. You lost your laugh.” Patton said. 

Logan did a double take to ensure he heard Patton right. “Lost…my…laugh.” Logan echoed. “Yes. But don’t worry, Logan. I consider myself a Hufflepuff and Hufflepuffs are good finders. Not to brag, but I have quite the skill of finding laughs and getting them out in the open, so I’ll help you find it.” Patton rambled, pulling Logan into a cuddle and grabbing his wrists to raise them above his head. “Patton, what are you…?” Logan protested but was silenced when Patton gave him a look that filled him with…excitement? Unease? He wasn’t sure, but he stayed quiet and kept his arms up. “Now, the trick is to look for hiding spots on your body. You see, sometimes instead of coming out of our mouths, laughs like to hide in other body parts or just get stuck there. Like the armpits for example, they fit pretty snug in there.” Patton said, poking and prodding the mentioned spot. Logan’s mouth curled into a grin as he tried his best not to laugh. “Excuse me, Logan’s armpits. Have you seen Logan’s laugh today?” Patton asked, as if this was a normal situation. Logan almost snickered at Patton’s silly behaviour. Him talking to his body parts as if they could talk back was so ridiculous, it was almost worse than the tickling. 

“Hmm, guess they don’t know. Maybe your ribs know. The ribs are a really good spot since there’s so many rib bones to fit between.” Patton narrated, spidering his fingers up and down the logical Side’s ribcage. Logan was now biting down on his lips in hopes that if he doesn’t laugh then Patton will give up and leave, but the fact he was practically narrating everything and doing something as silly as trying to have a conversation with his body parts wasn’t helping. Not to mention he’s never been tickled before, so he wasn’t used to it and had more difficulty fighting it off. “Hi there, Logan’s ribs. Logan lost his laugh, do you know where it’s hiding?” Patton inquired, gently scratching between each rib. He was disappointed by the silence, certain that Logan would’ve cracked by now. But he wasn’t giving up. “Guess my guessing skills are a little off today. Better keep trying. You know, the toes are a pretty good hiding spot too. Laughs can hide under or between them.” Patton said as he released Logan from their cuddle and moved down to his feet. Patton wasn’t sure if Logan was taking a break and getting his strength back, or forgot he could simply leave because he didn’t protest or make a run for it as he put his ankles in a headlock and removed his socks. 

“Pardon me, Logan’s toes. Are you hiding Logan’s laugh by any chance?” Patton asked, wiggling his fingers under the sensitive digits. Finally, the dam burst and Logan broke into a fit of surprised laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha! Nohohoho! Pahahattohohon! Hahahahahahaha!” Logan squealed, wiggling and fruitlessly attempting to pull his feet back. “Yay! You got your laugh back! But it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from your toes, it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere else. Oh well, guess we gotta keep looking!” Patton exclaimed. Logan was so embarrassed. After seeing him in this state, Patton will never take him seriously again. Oh well, that’s a future problem. For now, he hasn’t laughed like this in a long time, might as well try to enjoy it. “Another great place for a laugh to hide in is in the bellybutton.” Patton said as he moved his tickly hands up the back of Logan’s knees then across his thighs and over his hips until he reached his belly, enjoying every snicker and giggle that came out of Logan along the way. “How do you do, Logan’s bellybutton? Were you the one hiding his laugh the whole time?” Patton asked as he straddled Logan’s thighs, moved his shirt up and began circling his finger around the mentioned spot. Logan couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out as he squirmed in anticipation, never feeling so flustered in his life. Boy, was that statement about to be made wrong.

“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Patton sang, holding back snickers of his own when Logan covered his mouth to muffle his embarrassed squeal. “One step…two step…” Patton continued, walking his fingers closer to the naval before noticing Logan’s hands shot under his glasses to cover his eyes. Using his free hand, Patton gently removed Logan’s glasses and placed them on the coffee table. He didn’t want them to get broken during their fun. “There. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. A tickly under there!” Patton exclaimed, wiggling the digit in the bellybutton. “GAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan bellowed, thrashing around and pounding his fists on the couch. “Yup, this is definitely where all your laughs were hiding. Better make sure we get them all out so this doesn’t happen again. Good thing that song usually lures them out.” Patton commented, not that Logan could hear him over his own loud boisterous laughter. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the unbearably ticklish sensations in his navel, astounded that something as simple as a wiggling finger there could make him laugh this much. It was…exhilarating. And exhausting. Thankfully, Patton finally stopped. But he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. 

“I think we’re making some real good progress. Your laughs are coming out just fine, but there’s still a few stubborn ones still stuck. Good news is, sometimes they come out of hiding for a good joke. Knock knock!” Patton said. After catching his breath, Logan decided to indulge Patton against his better judgement. “Who’s there?” Logan asked. “Me, the dad joke king, here to tickle his way into your heart! Tickle tickle tickle! Cootchie cootchie coo!” Patton replied, tickling nearly every and any tickle spot on Logan his hands could reach. His ribs, his armpits, his tummy, even around his neck and ears. “Thahahahat’s nohohohot evehehehen a johohohoke! Hahahahaha!” Logan protested through his non-stop laughter. “Then why are you laughing so much?” Patton teased, watching Logan squirm side to side. As he observed the unusual wiggling closely, it appeared like Logan was trying to untuck the rest of his shirt, rendering his sides vulnerable. “Awww, does little Logi want his Sanders Sides tickled? All you had to do was ask me nicely!” Patton teased, lifting his shirt all the way up to his ribs and squeezing his sides. Jackpot. Logan practically melted at the touch. He occasionally squirmed, but he stopped trying to wiggle away and his laughter was bubbly and happy.

“Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles! Hahahahaha!” Logan giggled. “Aww, does it tickle? Does it feel tickly and make you giggly? Is Logan a ticklish little cutie?” Patton teased, kneading and spidering over Logan’s sides with a few squeezes and pokes mixed in. Logan couldn’t help but squeak and squeal at the changing tactics, Patton seemed to completely randomise the order so he couldn’t predict what was next, each new surprise method seeming to tickle more than the last. “Boy, all this laughter-looking has made me hungry. You know what I’m in the mood for?” Patton asked. Logan shook his head, no idea what was coming. “Some raspberries!” Patton exclaimed before blowing into Logan’s belly, making the logical Side burst into belly laughter. This was somehow more ticklish than the bellybutton tickles yet not as unbearable, and definitely more fun. However, it was just as hard on his lungs. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHATTON, PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!!” Logan cackled. “Aww, just one more?” Patton fake-whined. He was just joking, but Logan seemed to actually be considering his rhetorical request much to his amusement. “Fine, just get it over-WIHIHIHIHITH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Logan shrieked, surprised by the unannounced raspberry on his tummy. “Ok, I’m full now.” Patton said when he finished, getting off Logan.

Logan curled into himself, letting the remainder of his giggles out as he caught his breath. Even though Patton had stopped, it was like he could still feel the phantom vibrations and tickles on his body. He’d never admit it out loud, but that was amazing. Once his breathing steadied and he could think clearly again, he remembered his glasses on the coffee table and put them back on, surprised to see Patton holding out a glass of water. “Oh. Thank you.” Logan said, taking the glass and sipping carefully as Patton sat next to him and rubbed his back. “You good?” Patton asked. “Yes Patton, I’m perfectly adequate.” Logan replied, putting the glass down. Patton pulled him into a hug which Logan cautiously reciprocated. “Don’t worry, Tickle Time’s over, only Cuddle Time now. But it’s good to know that now I have a way to make you laugh.” Patton remarked. “Well, there goes my dignity.” Logan sighed. “Huh? What do you mean?” Patton asked, letting go and facing Logan. “Patton, don’t patronise me. I know that after what just happened, it’s highly unlikely you’re ever going to take me seriously again.” Logan huffed. After that harsh confession, Patton’s expression went from confused to concerned very quickly. 

“Why would I do that? Just because you’re ticklish, doesn’t mean you’re any less smart than you were before. It doesn’t change anything. Besides, I’m ticklish, Roman’s ticklish, heck, even Virgil is ticklish, but that’s just because we’re a part of Thomas and he’s ticklish. It’s just natural, it’s no big deal. You’re still the smartest person I know and I’m always gonna listen to you.” Patton assured. Logan was quiet as he took a minute to process what Patton said. “I know you don’t consider yourself a feelings-y kind of Side, so if it makes you feel better, I promise not to tell the others about any of this.” Patton added. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan said. Patton pulled Logan into another cuddle and laid down. Logan returned the embrace and rested his head under Patton’s chin. “Now that the moment of concern has passed, do you suppose you could perhaps once again stimulate my sides with gargalesis?” Logan asked shyly. “Is that fancy-talk for “please tickle me”?“ Patton teased. Logan blushed and nodded. Patton smiled and wiggled his fingers into Logan’s sides, making the logical Side giggle and snuggle into him more. Little did they know that Virgil and Roman were back and watching them from the top of the stairs. Roman initially took his phone out to get some blackmail material but Virgil snatched it, making Roman pout. The two watched on quietly as their resident glasses geeks had their moment.

The End.