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tickletastic · 10 months

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Up and Up and Up and Up

Fandom: The Society

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Very very brief mentions of drug use, obsessive behaviour, and depression (implied bipolar)

Summary: Things are looking up for Harry, finally, so Kelly takes it upon herself to ensure that he’s smiling as much as he can in their new life.

Harry feels, almost for the first time in his life, that he may be in the clear. Like maybe, just maybe, he won’t have to worry about how he’s going to make it to tomorrow, or next week, or even maybe next month.

Before everything, before New Ham and mayoral elections and pill-popping, there had been his constant need for attention. His mother had never been much of a mom, but more of a stern, semi-regular presence in his house. He wasn’t good to her if he wasn’t making her look good, so he threw himself at school and sports and debate club, and subsequently, adderall, obsessive working out, and sleepless nights.

After, it was just him, his bed, and the uppers Campbell would give him, until the well ran dry and suddenly it was just him, his bed, and the incredibly interesting view provided to him by the peeling paint on his wall. After, it was month-long depressive episodes and getting his rations cut into half, and then a quarter, and then to almost nothing.

But now? Now he can sit patiently in the dirt and listen carefully while Grizz explains how their harvesting season will go. Now Gordie knows Harry’s family’s medical history and shows up at his doorstep each Monday with a week’s worth of mood-stabilisers. Now he has a codeword with Kelly when he’s having a really bad day and the two of them go for a long walk after she finds someone to cover their shifts. Now Harry has people that love him, and now he has the support he’s always believed he was unworthy of.

Now, though, as in right now this minute, Harry is running desperately, giggling, as Grizz and Allie are hot on his heels, Kelly laughing while she watches the chase.

“Kelly, you traitor!” He screams, managing to trap himself between the kitchen’s island and counters.

Allie stands on one side of the kitchen, Grizz on the other, and Harry calculates who would be easier to take on. The obvious answer is Allie, of course, but she’s not above playing dirty. Grizz, on the other hand, inches taller than Harry and much broader, would likely take him down in a second.

“Oho fuck,” Harry says, giggling in spite of himself at his current predicament. “Guys, don’t. I’m seherious.”

“Guys, don’t!” Allie mocks with her hands up, shaking her head, “I’m serious!”

The silliness in her action is enough to make Harry giggle harder, and he’s officially feeling the most embarrassed he’s ever been, face turning pink as he giggles in the corner like a little kid.

Grizz makes a move, faking Harry out, and Harry flinches back with a squeal. “Stohohop!”

The more the anticipation builds, the more he works himself up, giggling frantically and giving up hope of finding an escape.

Kelly appears in the kitchen’s entrance, smiling fondly at Harry, making the embarrassment even worse. “Why’d you have to tell them?”

“Don’t get all pouty,” she teases, “what if someone else had to cover my shift at the hospital one day and you needed a check-up? They would’ve found out eventually.”

“They don’t even work the hospital!” Harry shouts indignantly, “they wouldn’t have!” Harry hears Allie move and shifts to look in her direction, Grizz takes the opportunity and charges at him, grabbing him by the waist.

“No!” Harry screams as he’s tossed over Grizz’s shoulder, pounding his fists on Grizz’s back. “Kelly, help!”

“Sorry, Harry, but I have totally missed seeing you like this.”

Harry is tossed onto the couch, and within seconds Allie is looming over him, grinning menacingly down at him. “So Harry, where’s your worst spot?”

“What? Why would I- Ahahahallie nohohoho!” Harry squeals when Allie’s fingers touch down on his ribs, skittering and poking around every bone and space between them. Before he can grab Allie’s wrists, Grizz is taking both of Harry’s arms into one of his, raising them above his head. “Nohoho! Fuhuhuck yohohou!”

Allie gasps, putting on a disappointed face, “Harry, that’s so mean! Grizz is just trying to help me out, why would you say that?”

“Yeah, Harry. That really hurt my feelings,” Grizz teases, his free hand going to Harry’s neck. Instead of his shoulders scrunching to his ears, which had been the expected reaction, Harry throws his head back, snorting between his frantic giggles.

“That was adorable, Bingham. Do that again,” Grizz coos, repeating the fluttering movement over Harry’s collarbones.

“Grizz, nohoho!” Harry squeals, shaking his head from side to side. “Stahap that!”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” Grizz laughs, putting a little more pressure in his movements.

“Ihihit tickles! Grihihizz, stahahap, ihihit tihihickles!” Harry chuckles, squirming in an attempt to release himself from his captors.

Grizz’s face breaks out into a fond grin, eyes sparkling as he watches Harry dissolve into hysterics. “That’s like, the whole entire point, I think.”

Harry can only respond with a shriek as Allie’s fingers slither up and under his arms, scratching and poking as Harry giggles himself silly.

Amidst his struggling, Harry makes eye contact with Kelly, who’s perched on the chair across the room, and sees the most sickeningly fond look on her face. It’s so endearing and sweet that he has to close his eyes and turn his head to avoid turning red, surrendering himself to Grizz and Allie’s torture.

His eyes don’t stay closed for very long, though, because not even a minute later Allie is pinching up and down Harry’s sides and he is thrown into hiccup-filled silent laughter, trying desperately to regain the use of his hands. Pulling as hard as he can in an attempt to release himself from Grizz.

“Aww, does wittle Harry have terribly ticklish sides?” Grizz coos, his hand slowly moving down Harry’s torso until they’re at his tummy. Harry practically screams, arching his back so hard that he almost throws both of them off.

“UHUHUNCLE!” Harry squeals, “PLEHEHASE! UHUHUHUNCLE!”

Grizz decides to show some mercy and frees Harry’s arms, while Allie moves from on top of him and lightens her touch, moving her fingers to Harry’s ribs, where he seemed to be less sensitive.

“Never thought I’d say anything this nice about Harry Bingham,” Allie starts, smiling while Harry giggles lightly at her touches, “but this is adorable.”

“Shuhut up!” Harry exclaims, batting at Allie’s hands.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” Allie says, rubbing away the tickles from Harry’s ribs. He squirms, whining quietly, “are you serious? Even this tickles?”

Harry turns, burying his reddening face in Grizz’s thigh, and Grizz just laughs, ruffling his curls. Harry mumbles something unintelligible, not once, but twice, refusing to repeat it loud enough for the other two to hear.

Allie sends Kelly a look and Kelly smiles back, nodding. “He wants to cuddle.”

“What?” Grizz asks incredulously, eyebrows shooting up.

“He couldn’t even ask for it when we were dating without turning red as a tomato,” Kelly laughs, “he wants to cuddle.”

Harry groans, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening ears.

“Well, Bingham, looks like you’re spending an afternoon with Grizz the Cuddle Monster,” Grizz grins, repositioning Harry by the waist so that Grizz’s body is wrapped around Harry’s. Harry flips over so his face is buried in Grizz’s chest while he tries to stop his still fiery blush.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to go to go visit Eden, but that was, and I will keep saying it just to see you blush, absolutely adorable,” Allie teases, tasering Harry in the side once more as she gets up. He bats her hands away, kicking out with a giggle.

“Goho away!” Harry says, moving further into Grizz.

“Whatever, whatever, see you guys after your little nap,” Allie laughs.

“I’m gonna get going too, I’ve got an hour’s worth of check-ups to complete,” Kelly says, “but I will be back later to join the cuddle pile.”

“Whatever you say,” Grizz laughs, wrapping an arm around Harry, the other playing with his hair.

It only takes Harry mere minutes of the peace to fall asleep, and he doubts he’ll go another sleepless night again now that he’s in the better part of the after, now that he’s living in the now.

#the society #harry bingham #allie pressman #grizz #kelly aldrich #ticklish!harry #ticklish!harrybingham #the society tickle fic

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tastybluesprite · 2 years

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Lockets and bad tempers

This is my first Harry Potter fanfic lol. Which is pretty shocking seeing as I’ve been a HUGE Harry Potter fan since I was in 4th grade. I wanted to write this because the deathly hallows is undoubtedly the darkest installment of the series and a lot of horrible and sad things happen. I always imagined something like this to happen with them when I realized that the horcrux can lower your mood from it’s evil power and make you angrier and more evil. It’s a bit short lol but I didn’t have time to make it any longer.

Warnings: None, tickling

Summery: When Harrys mood is affected by the horcrux, it’s up to Ron and Hermione to help make him feel better.

It was a cold night, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were trying to have the rare bit of rest they hardly got these days. Mostly they were running around and trying to escape death eaters, while trying to work out where the rest of the Horcruxes were. They had the locket though, so it was definitely a start.

They took it in turns to wear it. This time it was Harry’s turn.

“I wonder what Fred and George are doing now that Diagon Alley isn’t safe to run a shop anymore.” Ron said conversationally. “I expect they’re helping with the Order aren’t they?” Hermione suggested. “What do you think Harry?” Ron turned to his best friend.

Harry was quiet for a moment and then replied “Oh… I dunno.” Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. “Harry give me the locket.” Said Hermione finally, “we agreed that if it starts to change us we take it off.”

Harry sighed and reluctantly gave her the locket. She put it in her pocket.

But taking the locket from Harry didn’t change his mood so quickly. They knew something was really wrong when Harry snapped at Ron for making a joke about Harry and Ginny getting married one day.

“Harry you have to stop acting like this!” Hermione insisted. “Or what?” Harry snapped back. “Or we’ll have to use extreme measures.” Hermione replied, giving a small grin to Ron, who returned it with his own grin, understanding where Hermione was going with this.

Even Harry’s bad mood couldn’t over power the curiosity. “What?”

Ron then got up and tackled Harry out of his chair and onto the ground. Harry, having a rotten mood on his side, was able to fight back against this pretty well. But then Hermione joined in, so that the pair of them were ganging up on him, he couldn’t fight back so well anymore. Soon Ron, who had himself sat behind Harry, had his arms pinned to either side of his head. “Guys! Let me go!” He protested as he tried to yank his arms free.

Hermione sat by his side, “Harry please, you need to calm down!” She told him. She then began to poke his stomach, which cause him to gasp. “Wait! Wait, wait, guys! Dohohont!!!” The 17 year old suddenly dissolved into giggles, as Hermione was lightly scribbling her fingers at his belly. “Guhuhuys stohohop ihihit!” He cried, trying to block out the maddening sensations. “Not until you cheer up.” Hermione told him simply. She decided to kick it up a notch and began to squeeze and dig into his stomach. “AHAHAHA OHOHOKAHAHY STOHOHOP IM SOHOHREHYYY!!!” Harry writhed around, desperately trying to get Hermiones hands away from him. Hermione finally stopped and Ron let go of his arms. Harry scrambled to sit up, his arms protectively wrapped around his stomach. “I’m sorry guys… I didn’t mean all that stuff…”

“That’s alright mate.” Said Ron reassuringly, “we know it was just the locket making you be like that. You just needed time to get it together.” He patted Harry on the back. Harry figured he should learn to keep his emotions in check so just to avoid them using that particular cheer up method on him. Though he would only go as far as to admit it felt nice to laugh like that after so long.

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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“aw, c’mon, show me that smile..” w/ lee whoever, i just thought it was a cool sentence

"Awww, c'mon! Show me that smile~"

Harry had been in a piss-poor mood all morning, courtesy of Donald Menken himself, who'd left the company in a state of disarray since being fired. The stress of trying to restore Oscorp to a respectable and trustworthy corporation was getting to him, especially on that particular day. He glanced up at you, blankly, before proceeding to turn down the corners of his lips in a spiteful scowl.

You furrowed your brows with a laugh of disbelief. "Whehen did you get so petty?"

"Since the burden of fixing Oscorp's reputation when I wasn't the person who ruined it, was dropped onto my shoulders by both Donald Menken and my dead father."

"Felicia's already sorting out the situation with the board, Harry. You need a break. You've been through hell and back the past several months and now that you're cured, and back in charge of Oscorp," you paused your rant to snatch the tablet from his hands, "you can afford to rest for one day, at least!"

"No, I really caaAAAAAAN'T! Y-Y/N! H-HEY! PFFFT! D-Don't- DOHON'T EHEVEN THIHIHINK AHABOUT IHIHIIIIT!" It was pure music to your ears to hear Harry's high pitched and rapid giggling. The moment was made all the more sweet by the fact that Harry was actively leaning into your touch and remaining planted in his chair despite his squirming.

"You are going to rest, mister!" You demanded. "If I have to tickle you until there's a permanent smile stuck on your face and you can't think about anything but how giggly and bubbly you feel, then SO BE IT, HAR!"

Harry hiccuped with laughter and gently held your wrists in his grasp when you playfully squeezed both of his knees, thankful that your tactics were already helping him forget his troubles for the day.

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YOU'RE OUT HERE WITH ANOTHER 10/10 PROMPT AGSJDJDJJE /gen /p THANK YOUUUU

I will never ever tire of writing about this honeybun experiencing the joy he deserves 🥺🥹💛 /gen

~ Ushu 💜

#sugar-answers #tickle drabble #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #lee!harry osborn #ticklish!harry #ler!reader

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valiantphantomangel · 7 months

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Hi! Do you think you could do a Cedric X Reader where he likes to trap Reader in tickle hugs until she falls to the floor and he follows her down and wrecks her on the floor?

The boyfriend

"you know Y/N for someone who is very bratty your awfully ticklish" Cedric said with a grin as he tickled your sides while trapping you in a bear hug from behind.

"what did I do this timehihihihih" you giggle as you lean back against him, squirming in his hold.

"nothing but you're just too adorable for your own good" he said with a grin as he spidered up your sides and blew a raspberry in your neck.

"CedricHIHIHIH" you laughed loudly as you fell to the ground to try and escape his tickling which of course didn't work because the smug bastard just followed you down and pinned your back against his chest, giving him full access to all your death spots.

"Now where should I go next" he mused as he squeezed your knees which you laughed almost hysterically at and tried to hit him "Hey! That's not very nice!".

He pulled your arms up and wiggled his fingers in your armpit.

"NO HAHAHAHAH" you cackled as you squirmed around.

"Aww~ tickle tickle tickle~" he cooed as he scribbled over your tummy.

"CedricHIHIHIH!" You scream with laughter as you trash around.

"yeah that's my name" he grinned as he continued his tickle attack.

You continue to laugh for what felt like hours before your laughter went silent and Cedric stopped, pulling you up to sit on his lap with a fond smile while wrapping his arms around you gently.

"You are the worst" you giggle as you breath heavily, leaning into your boyfriend's embrace.

"And you are the sweetest, most adorable and coolest person ever" he smiled as he booped your nose and snuggled with you for the rest of the night.

#tickle fic #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ticklish ribs #ler!cedric #harry potter tickle #adorable #bear hugs #ticklish hugs #ticklehugs

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tickle-bugs · 7 months

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The Ol' Kentucky Welcome

Summary: Eggsy’s attitude gets him into trouble at Statesman HQ. Whiskey and Tequila show him how they handle mouthy recruits with too much pride.

Anon: Hey! Love your work. I was trying to think of something I haven't read. So, kingsman and golden circle. Maybe eggsy, whiskey, and Tatum s characters get real drunk one night, start teasing each other and a full out brawl of a tickle fight happens!!! You can do it!!! Thanks!

Loose handwaving at and spoilers for Kingsman: The Golden Circle.

Becoming a Kingsman had done wonders for Eggsy’s impulse control and sense of self. He’s got restraint now, and better judgement—he doesn’t blindly chase a whim without considering the consequences first.

This is what he tells himself as he poaches a bottle of premium Statesman Reserve whiskey from a supply closet rather ominously labeled ‘This Ain’t For Sharing, Friend’. He makes sure to shuffle the bottles to disguise the large gap left behind on the shelf.

He settles in at the Statesman briefing room table, loosening his tie and shirt collar. He unbuttons his jacket and, in a rare flash of bad manners, kicks his feet up onto one of the nearby chairs.

The thought of Harry scolding him for it tugs at chest.

“Now what do we have here?” Whiskey whistles lowly, ducking into the doorway. Tequila fits in beside him. Eggsy gives a mocking salute before popping the cork on the bottle. He grabs a polished crystal glass from a platter on the table and pours himself a hefty bit.

“Looks to me like we’ve got a thief, Whiskey.” Tequila arches his brow. “Y’ain’t learned your lesson yet, Galahad?”

“Gentlemen.” Eggsy smirks and lifts his glass. The sharp kiss of the liquor burns his tongue, but it washes back with a smoky smoothness unlike anything he'd ever tried. He smacks his lips loudly, enjoying the slight twitch of Whiskey’s eyebrow in response.

“Thought you fancy-types were supposed to be polite.” Whiskey puts his hands on his hips.

“And I thought you brutish types couldn’t make something so delicious.” Eggsy angles the glass in the light. The liquid seems to glow.

Tequila ducks past Whiskey and takes a seat at the table, helping himself to a glass. He clinks glasses with Eggsy and they share another sip. Both of them sigh in unison, sinking deeper into their chairs. Whiskey throws Eggsy’s feet off his chair and takes a seat.

“You’re lucky I ain’t reportin’ you to Ginger Ale for theft.” Whiskey fixes himself a glass. He takes off his hat and rests it on the table. He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the back of the chair.

“Report me for what?” Eggsy cocks his head. “You fine, upstanding gentlemen cracked open a bottle of your own reserve to share with your guest and I just had to say yes. Would hate to be impolite.”

Whiskey glares. Eggsy sips innocently.

“I like this motherfucker, Whiskey.” Tequila laughs, muffling himself in his fist. Whiskey shifts his glare.

“‘Course you do. You can’t keep your mug outta trouble to save your life.”

“Least my mug ain’t ugly,” Tequila grumbles. Eggsy snorts. Whiskey turns to fish for a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. As he leans forward, a silver shine peeks out of his pants pocket. Eggsy gently plucks a shiny lighter from Whiskey’s pocket and tucks it into his own.

“Champagne mentioned you’re a cheeky bugger.” Eggsy knocks shoulders with Tequila and winks.

“I dunno what that means.” Tequila frowns. They both watch Whiskey fumble around for the lost lighter and keep smooth, straight expressions.

“You get into shit. He’s fond of you?” Eggsy gestures at him. Tequila nods.

“Yeah, well…he wasn’t always. I’ve always been a bit of a firecracker. Didn’t make the best choices. Got people hurt. Built up a reputation for bein’ a problem, and Champagne started makin’ me own it.” Tequila watches his whiskey swirl in his glass. Eggsy hums thoughtfully.

“Sounds like Harry. He didn’t let me get away with shit. If I did something reckless, it was my arse on the line. But sometimes it paid off.” Eggsy smiles and thinks of stealing Harry’s cab on his way out of initiation.

“To good mentors.” Tequila inclines his head respectfully and raises his glass. Eggsy clinks their glasses together.

The three of them pass the time draining the bottle and looking out over the twinkling lights of the distillery buildings. A boyish mischief settles into Tequila, one that grows as the liquor in the bottle sinks. Whiskey starts to slur his words, but he maintains a hunter’s focus.

“Tell me somethin’, Eggsy. What brought you to Kingsman?” Whiskey watches him over the rim of his glass. His stare is piercing.

“Hm. Harry did. Not so different from Tequila, I reckon. I’d made a right fuckin’ mess and Harry saved me from it. Gave me a job. He saw something in me that no one else did.” Eggsy traces his fingers along the edge of his cup. He glances absently towards Harry’s cell and sighs quickly. Whiskey follows his gaze.

“Did your lepidopterist friend teach you to have sticky fingers, or do you just like causin’ problems?” Whiskey holds his hand out. Eggsy rolls his eyes and hands over the stolen lighter.

“I’ve always been good at nicking things. S’fun.” Eggsy grins and produces Whiskey’s wallet. Whiskey grumbles under his breath and snatches it.

“Feels like you’re the only one of your people that ain’t all hoity-toity. What other secrets are you hiding?” Tequila leans forward. The question grates against Eggsy’s better instincts. He searches Tequila’s face for the slightest bit of ill will. All that sticks is the way light catches softly on his eyes. Eggsy hums and turns his eyes to the ceiling to think.

“Well, my girlfriend bein’ a princess isn’t much of a secret anymore, so…I was a gymnast for a bit.” Eggsy grins. Tequila’s eyes light up and he starts snapping in Whiskey’s direction. For each snap, Whiskey gives a disgruntled hm until eventually they’re just swatting at each other.

“Whiskey, don’t we have them flippy bars down in the gym?” Tequila sniffs, blinking as the liquor hits his sinuses. Eggsy perks up. A spark of excitement picks up atop the warm flush of liquor in his stomach.

“We do. For Statesman agents. Y’know Rum and Cognac get real touchy ‘bout their stuff.” Whiskey raises an eyebrow.

“Well, we’re workin’ together now, ain’t we? ‘Sides, Rum and Cognac ain’t here. Let’s walk him down there. I wanna see what he can do.” Tequila claps Eggsy on the shoulder. Eggsy gives his best winning smile. Whiskey grumbles, then downs the rest of his glass.

“Fuck it. Fine. Five minutes.”

…

They stumble down to the Statesman training facility, passing by a very tired Ginger Ale who opts not to ask why Eggsy’s wearing Tequila’s hat (pretty simple, it’s ‘cause he nicked it). Whiskey puts his thumb to a scanner and the wall unfolds for them.

The lights click on in rows, lighting the industrial space. Eggsy gasps like a kid on Christmas morning.

Sophisticated weight training and combat equipment sit in neat rows. Eggsy locks in directly past that, drifting unconsciously towards a heaping pile of chalk bags. Pommel horses, beams, bars, and hanging rings sprawl out on a spring mat, all in pristine condition. A few launchpads and trampolines lay near the equipment. Eggsy laughs incredulously as he takes it in. Nostalgia flutters in his chest.

Eggsy immediately unbuttons his shirt, folding it cleanly and crisply. He shoves it and the cowboy hat into Tequila’s arms, adjusts his tank top, then works to unlace his shoes. The moment his feet are free, he sprints for one of the springboards. He hits it clean, just like he’d learned, and pushes off the vault, twisting through the air. His landing is a bit messy, but it’s functional, and he takes off to the parallel bars next.

The alcohol writhes in his system, but he doesn’t care. How can he? It’s been years. Coach’d told him he was good enough for the fucking Olympics and he hadn’t touched a set of bars since. The flex of the bars is a comfort to him. He flips and twirls, holding crisp handstands and tucks through muscle memory alone.

He dismounts beautifully from the parallel bars to the pleasant thrum of adrenaline and a smattering of applause.

“Hoowee, that was somethin’!” Tequila ruffles Eggsy’s hair, destroying the last hold of the gel on his head. Eggsy laughs and swats him away.

“Hats off to you, kid. Takes a lot of skill to pull that off.” Whiskey nods in respect. Eggsy returns it.

“I ain’t gonna lie, I thought you were gonna fall on your ass. I’m impressed.” Tequila slugs his shoulder with a brassy laugh.

“Thanks, Tequila.” Eggsy grins roguishly. “Mind givin’ me a boost?”

“Sure.” Tequila follows Eggsy over to the high bar. Whiskey loudly clears his throat.

“Boys, this has been…eye-openin’, but we really should get goin’. Early start tomorrow, I imagine. And this one’ll be fit to collapse when the time difference catches up.” Whiskey inclines his head towards Eggsy.

“Sorry, bruv? Can’t hear you all the way over there.” Eggsy gestures to his ear with a cheeky grin.

“I said—“

“No, no. If you have something to say, come whisper it in my fucking ear.” Eggsy snickers, hearing Merlin’s voice in his head. Whiskey rolls his eyes and saunters over.

“Look, I respect you ‘cause Champagne respects you. Other than that, you’re still a brat that oughta fall into line. Let’s turn in for the night. Both of you.” Whiskey raises his eyebrow. The honey tones of his voice make his annoyance all the more amusing.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Get me with your skipping rope?” Eggsy smirks. Tequila mutters a quiet aw hell and takes a step back.

“Maybe I will, you little shit.”

Eggsy comes to terms with a number of things about himself in that moment, and he puts them all away to process sober. Instead, he gestures for Tequila to give him a hand and reaches up for the bar.

Tequila picks him up by the waist, and it’s not the smooth, assisted lift he’s used to. It’s the clumsy grip of a drunk surprised by weight. Tequila does lift Eggsy up to the bar, but at the cost of his dignity— he spasms and makes a high-pitched noise when Tequila’s fingers press into his waist.

In hindsight, he should’ve seen the way Whiskey’s eyes narrowed at that.

“What the hell was that?” Tequila squints up at him.

“Nothin’. Thought you were gonna drop me. Bugger off.” Eggsy kicks weakly in Tequila’s direction. He backs up, hands raised. Whiskey steps in, hands on his belt.

“Get off the bar, Eggsy.” Whiskey sniffs authoritatively. The logical Kingsman agent buried in Eggsy’s brain sets off warning bells, but Drunk Eggsy, who is obviously of much sounder mind, ignores it.

“Make me, Whiskey.” Eggsy starts to swing in the space he has. Not enough to kick anyone, but enough to look like he will. He manages to rotate clumsily around the bar once, then hangs back down in front of Whiskey.

“You want me to embarrass you in front of your new friend? Okay.” Whiskey steps up to Eggsy and makes a show of sizing him up. Then, quicker than the draw of his pistols, his hands latch onto Eggsy’s sides and squeeze until he’s screaming and plummeting off the bar. Eggsy’s short life flashes before his eyes as he falls bodily into Tequila’s arms.

“Are you fucking mental?” Eggsy goes to shove Whiskey, but Tequila holds him back.

“Woah, watch that mouth of yours!” Whiskey laughs, eyes glittering. “You told me to make you. Your wish is my command, friend.”

Eggsy kicks, trying to break Tequila's hold, and he catches Whiskey right in the balls. He makes a noise like a wounded donkey and folds over. Eggsy snickers. Whiskey whips his reddening face up and glares.

“Now you’ve done it. Tequila!” Whiskey tosses something his way and he catches it. Eggsy barely has time to react before his arms are bound and hoisted in the air above his head. His toes brush the ground. The bar above him creaks in protest but does not give.

Whiskey puts his hands on his hips again. Eggsy wonders if that’s a cowboy thing or an American one.

“Skippin’ rope, bitch.” Whiskey grins, sharklike. “Now…you done with the whole insubordination routine or am I gonna have to give you the ol’ Kentucky Welcome?”

Eggsy snorts derisively. He tests his bindings. They hold steady. Fear starts to pierce through his liquid courage.

“I’m honored, bruv, but I’m in a committed relationship—“

Whiskey clicks his tongue and crowds into Eggsy’s space. He immediately steels himself for violence—what else would there be besides violence? He’s been jumped before. He’s no stranger to the predatory tilt of Whiskey’s head. He sets his jaw and glares.

“When Tequila first joined up, he carried a bit of them clownin’ instincts with him. That didn’t fly with Champagne. We had to figure out a way to take him down a few pegs without hurtin’ him. So, the Kentucky Welcome was born.”

“Aw, fuck you, Whiskey. Seriously, man.” Tequila pipes up from behind Eggsy.

“What does this have to do with me? I know you Americans love to hear yourself talk, but I’m not interested.” Eggsy tries to pull free. Nothing. Whiskey’s gaze gets softer, more mischievous. The change is deeply unnerving.

“Well, you remind me of Tequila. You’ve clearly got a good head on your shoulders, but you’re a little shit. So I’m gonna deal with you the same way we used to deal with him. Last chance, kid. You comin’ quietly or are we gonna have to drag you?”

Eggsy flinches when Whiskey reaches for him—years of habit die hard—and prepares himself for the hard crunch of knuckles into his ribs. Instead, he’s met with a gentle and persistent scritching.

A confused noise bubbles up at the back of Eggsy’s throat, quickly chased by a wobbly smile. He ducks his head and bites his lip.

Oh what the fuck?

Kingsman had taught him to resist the most painful and stressful of scenarios, but they’d never taught him what to do about this. Tilde’s maybe the only person who knows that he’s ticklish, and even then…he can convince her to let him go by kissing her senseless. Eggsy doubts that’ll work here.

“Uh oh, Galahad. Don’t tell me something’s botherin’ you?” Whiskey presses an insincere hand to his heart. Eggsy’s brain stutters for a moment as he realizes that Tequila’s the one scratching at his ribs.

“Fffffuck you.” Eggsy exhales sharply through his nose and closes his eyes--nope, that’s worse. So much worse.

Whiskey tickles under his arms and Eggsy yelps, bright laughter tumbling after. It shouldn’t be this bad—Tilde’s done far worse to him in jest, but somehow the teasing grin of his begrudging allies gets under his skin. His arms flex as he tries to pull himself up and away, but his strength collapses with every breath.

“Aw, y’all are twins.” Whiskey leans around Eggsy to smirk at Tequila.

“Whiskey.” Tequila’s languished tone being hilarious really doesn’t help things. Eggsy’s entire face scrunches as he tries to find his way back towards composure. A hiccup sneaks into his chest, and then he’s giggling incessantly. His chest feels like the sparklers he’d run around with as a kid, bright and fizzling and dissolving with every breath.

“Y’know, I wish I had tried this when I first caught y’all. Prolly woulda gone a hell of a lot faster.” Tequila’s voice floats past Eggsy’s ear. Eggsy manages a giggly growl and a halfhearted headbutt in his direction. Tequila tuts at him and folds his fingers into Eggsy’s waistline.

He makes a noise at a pitch that threatens to shatter every lightbulb in the room. Tequila’s calloused fingers strum Eggsy’s nerves like guitar strings and it tickles, fucking shit—

Tequila hooks his fingers just so and Eggsy kicks. Whiskey snags his ankle before a second devastating impact can occur. They make tortuous eye contact.

“Whiskey—“ Eggsy attempts to appeal to the cowboy’s humanity with what Merlin fondly calls his nuclear puppy eyes.

Grinning wickedly, Whiskey shakes his head and reaches for his trapped foot.

Eggsy’s eyes bug out of his head.

He wrenches his leg free, twists his hands, and flips upwards. Managing a gold-worthy handstand into a dismount, he frees his wrists and lands smoothly. Eggsy playfully curtsies. Tequila starts to clap. Whiskey smacks him upside the head.

“Alright, I’m done playin’ around. Grab him. If we’re caught down here at this hour it’ll be my hide.” Whiskey gestures for Tequila to step in. He does so, still a little off-kilter from the liquor.

Eggsy rushes in, expecting a clumsier rendition of the fighting style he’d been so painfully introduced to. Instead, Tequila smoothly blocks his blows and hoists Eggsy over his shoulder like a sack of fucking potatoes. One of his arms locks behind Eggsy’s thighs as they start to walk for the door. It takes him a moment to even process being upside-down. The sway of Tequila’s gait shakes some blood into his brain.

“Aw, y’all are twins.”

“—deal with you the same way we used to deal with him—“

A lightbulb clicks on in Eggsy’s head. He shouldn’t…but he could…but he shouldn’t—

He shoves his hands under Tequila’s arms. Before he can blink or breathe, they’re in a heap on the ground. Tequila’s cackling dead weight presses the air from Eggsy’s chest.

“Thought you’d put up more of a fight, bruv.” Eggsy’s eyebrows raise. Tequila shrieks at him in response. Eggsy manages to wiggle free and hop lightly to his feet as Tequila gathers his wits.

“There’s one of you and two of us. Be wise.” Whiskey cracks his neck. Eggsy looks over at Tequila and smirks devilishly. Tequila pales.

“I like those odds.”

The flurry of motion as they charge each other sets off the ‘fight’ center in his brain, but there is some comfort in knowing no harm is on the table. Eggsy flips and twists out of their grasp, taking advantage of his flexibility to pull off increasingly ridiculous dodges. He neatly sweeps both Whiskey and Tequila’s legs out from under them.

“Little help?” Whiskey gestures lamely at Tequila.

“Nah, I’m done. Y’all are nuts.” Tequila lays on his back, putting his hat down over his face. He folds his arms behind his head. Whiskey curses at him. Tequila gives him the finger.

Whiskey grabs Eggsy by the back of the shirt--really, he should know better--and Eggsy sweeps him again. Whiskey’s ready for it this time, though, and he manages a pin faster than Eggsy can roll away. Whiskey plants himself on Eggsy’s back like he’s settling on a bull.

“Aren’t you tired? Goddamn.” Whiskey sighs. Eggsy winces at the texture of the mat against his cheek.

It reminds him of Roxy and agonizing training sessions, of hours of sweat and bruising and his face stinging from being slammed into the mat. Even past the wave of grief, he remembers the shape of her smile when she would lecture him about letting her pin him on his stomach.

“Indefensible,” she’d say, prodding the back of his ribs. “You’re a sitting duck like this.”

And every time he’d roll his eyes, hooking his fingers behind her knees--

Oh. Hm.

As best as he can, he reaches back and latches onto Whiskey’s thigh, squeezing just above his knee. Whiskey hollers and tries to phase right through the floor. Eggsy rolls them over and pursues, squeezing and squeezing until Whiskey is a wheezing pile on the floor.

Eggsy flips onto his feet. He knows he’s imagining the fond, ghostly squeeze on his shoulder, but he puts his hand on the spot anyways.

“Now I’m tired. Goodnight, fellas.” Eggsy salutes with a wide grin, stepping over both cowboys. He gathers his belongings and saunters for the door, whistling pleasantly.

Whiskey rubs a hand over his face as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Kid’s fuckin’ lucky I like him,” Whiskey grumbles, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

“Might not wanna speak too soon. He took your hat.” Tequila puts his own ten-gallon back on his head and gestures towards the door with a whistle. Whiskey growls and shoots to his feet.

“Motherfucker! Eggsy!”

#my fics #this fic truly wrote itself. i blacked out and it just happened #and then i realized i didnt properly read the prompt and then rewrote it lol #is this good? *vague mumbling and shrugging*. did i have fun? absolutely #kingsman #ticklish!eggsy #eggsy unwin #ticklish!whiskey #agent whiskey #ticklish!tequila #agent tequila #<- contenders for some of my silliest tags #theres an au in my head where roxy merlin eggsy and harry play cowboy with the statesman agents for a while #mostly bc i want cowboy roxy...#anyways ive wanted to write kingsman forever! thx for the prompt hope you enjoy <3 #also anon 'you can do it!!! thanks!!!' has been in my head since you sent the prompt. like yea i CAN do it!!! thank YOU!!!!

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ticklishraspberries · 1 year

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Shameless (Draco/Luna)

Summary: Luna is never embarrassed, which means Draco has to be the one blushing. Neither of them really mind. (Based on a prompt by @itslittlegiggle that I’ve been hoarding in my inbox for god knows how long! Hope y’all enjoy it!)

It had been quite a surprise for Draco Malfoy to realize that he was pining after Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw girl in the year below him, and probably the most teased girl in Hogwarts since Moaning Myrtle had been alive. He felt himself drawn to her individualism, her quirkiness, and how she acted like none of the bullies made the slightest dent in her armor. Not only did she hold her head up with pride when people made jokes about her clothes, her jewelry, her beliefs, or her relationship, but she refused to change a thing about herself to make it stop

Of course, he would come to learn that the bullying did get under her skin, when he found her wandering the halls, searching for her shoes that had been stolen once again. As a Prefect, he should have given her detention. But he was going soft for her, it seemed, as he instead took it upon himself to help her look, and after they found the pair of pink shoes hanging from a suit of armor’s hand, she had given him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

And, well, it had sort of spiraled from there, until eventually, the halls of Hogwarts were filled with whispered gossip about how Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood were apparently going out. Most people said that Draco could do better - he scoffed at that, as if those people knew what he wanted. Others questioned if Luna had snuck him a love potion or put him under some sort of spell. He may or may not have hexed a fourth year for implying it. And despite all the rumors, Luna had no issue coming up to him in the halls and wrapping her arms around his neck, ignoring the eyes on them.

If there was one thing about Luna that still managed to surprise him, it was her shamelessness. It was as if embarrassment was simply not an emotion she was capable of. She lacked a filter, and would often say strange and taboo things. The thing that had really proven this was when Blaise had teasingly asked if they were headed off to shag, and Luna had replied: “No, but we will probably be kissing. We haven’t actually had sex yet.” and Draco had gone bright red and pulled her away while his friends laughed. She hadn’t meant to embarrass him, she just simply saw nothing wrong with announcing that.

He had spent so much of his life caring what other people thought of him, it was refreshing to be someone who couldn’t give a damn. While he tried to sit up straight and look put-together, Luna had no problem sitting cross-legged and slouched over, as comfort was her priority. And when he felt something was too silly, too un-Draco-like to do, she would gently push him out of his comfort zone and urge him to have fun.

He realized that he was actually a quite good artist when he allowed himself to doodle, and that he loved cuddling more than he ever thought he would. Perhaps Luna’s favorite discovery so far was the fact that Draco Malfoy was apparently incredibly ticklish, and it flustered him to no end.

“I don’t see why you get so shy,” she mused, her fingers trailing lightly over his neck. “Everyone is ticklish. You just happen to be more sensitive than most people.”

Shrugging his shoulders up, Draco tried to hold back his giggling to no avail. “It’s childish!” he replied, and he could feel the blush rising in his face.

Luna giggled too, and ran her fingers down his spine before moving outward to tickle his sides. “It’s not something you grow out of. And besides, I find it quite cute.”

Draco squirmed, laughing in a way that only Luna seemed to draw out of him, whether it be with this playful torment or her amusing antics. “I am not cute!” he said, trying to sound intimidating and failing miserably.

“Agree to disagree,” she replied, smiling fondly. “Besides, do you think I should be embarrassed for being ticklish?”

He shook his head, not trusting his mouth to form words as she toyed with his lower ribs.

“So then why should you be? I think you’re just being too hard on yourself. You’re allowed to have fun, and I know that you’re having fun, because you never push me away.”

Merlin, this girl was going to be the death of him. His blush had spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears, and he buried his face in her shoulder as he laughed, hands grasping at her robes. “Please stop talking,” he said, not meaning it at all.

She laughed, a light and airy sound that still pulled on his heartstrings. “You don’t mean that. You love it when I talk. Even when I’m flustering you.”

When her hands went under his arms, his laughter reached a new octave, and he felt her giggling along with him. She was right, that it was normal to be ticklish, and she was also right that he didn’t mind when she tickled him. Maybe it was silly to be embarrassed about it, but he didn’t care. She had enough shamelessness for the both of them, after all.

When her fingers stilled, she snuggled into him and kissed one of his flushed cheeks with more tenderness than he felt he deserved.

Luna was full of surprises, and Draco loved to experience each one, even if it left him blushing like mad.

#druna #druna fic #druna fanfic #hprarepair #hp rarepair #ticklish!draco #tickle fic #ticklefic #hp ticklefic #hp tickle fic #hp #harry potter #draco x luna #luna x draco #raspberry writes #hp fic #hp fanfic

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leegemma · 1 year

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Hi! It's Gemma.

So I wrote this one really really quickly and I only now realized that I was supposed to work on my marvel one 😫. So I am so sorry and I promise to finish the marvel one very soon.

This one is a harry potter one! Now, here's the thing: last time i watched a Harry Potter movie was probably 5 years ago. But I was a huge fan when I was younger, so I hope it's fine.

Enjoy:))

Warning:

This is a tickle fic!!!

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You looked up to the sky, looking at the pretty sky on this pretty summer day. You were sitting outside next to the lake with your three best friends. Chatting about anything.

"We'll have to take an exam later today. Have you prepared, Ronald?" Hermione turned to look at the scared looking Ron.

"I- I don't want to answer that!" Ron huffed and crossed his arms.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't. Harry, what about you?"

Harry, who was looking lost in thought (as always), turned to hermione. "Hm?"

Hermione groaned. "Seriously, you two! You have to study more! I bet y/n did!"

All three heads turned to you, which made you blush slightly.

"I uhh... yeah, I think I'm ready."

Hermione proudly at you. "That's what I'm talking about!"

She went to pull you in for a friendly side hug but was stopped when Ron poked her side. Instead, she squealed and jumped. "Ronald!"

You looked over to see Ron smirking a bit at Hermione, then shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe that'll get you to stop annoying me and Harry." He then jumped right at the girl and started tickling her mercilessly.

You quickly jumped out of their way and crawled over to where harry was sitting.

"You don't want to get in their little fight?" He asked you, an amused expression on his face.

You shook your head and smiled at him. "If anyone ever found out how ticklish I am I don't think I'll be able to walk aro-" you slapped your head onto your mouth. Eyes widening.

Suddenly Hermione's hysterical laughter calmed down and you looked over to see both her and Ron staring at you blankly. Only starting to smirk evily a couple of seconds after realizing.

You got up and went to hide behind Harry.

"N-no! Harry's not gonna let you!"

"Let us what, y/n?" Ron asked teasingly.

"Why do you look so scared, y/n?" Hermione started wiggling her fingers towards you.

"Stohop! Harry, help!" You held on to his shoulders while he was still sitting on the grass.

"No can do." He shrugged again, a smile on his face this time.

"Jeherk" you giggled in anticipation, trying to protect yourself from the two monsters who were slowly making their way towards you.

"No. I don't think we will." With that, Ron quickly grabbed your arms and wrestled you to the ground gently. Managing to pin your arms over your head while he sat behind your head.

"That's great, thank you Ron." Hermione came over and sat on your hips. Giggling with you as she started slowly stroking your neck.

After about a minute of gentle tickles, Ron was starting to get bored and decided to take matters to his own hands by quickly letting go of your wrists and digging into your armpits. Making you scream.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I guess that means go..." and with that, she started kneading your sides and hips.

"Harry! Get her legs and feet!" Ron yelled.

Harry seemed to think about it for a while, then nodded and walked over. Sitting next to your legs and digging under your knees.

"I CAHANT ANYHYMORE!" You finally said after a few minutes of heaven torture.

The three giggled and got off you. Hermione immidiatly going in to hug you and the boys slowly joining in.

"I hope we didn't take it too far?" She moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You shook your head, your face heating up. "It was actually kind of fun..."

Ron started smirking again and was just about to poke your side when you moved out of the way. "Buhut noho mohore! I had enough for today"

Ron went back to hugging you. "Whatever you say..."

#harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #reader #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!ron #ler!hermione #ler!harry #tickle fics

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writingwitharlo · 2 years

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If you write for the pairing Sirius x Harry then how about #32. “It’s been a while since you laughed.”

I love their godfather-godson bond and I was SO upset when Sirius died because Harry finally had someone to love him in that fatherly way! (please excuse my rant)

Maybe it’s the summer where Harry gets to stay with Sirius and Sirius wants to make sure that Harry feels loved.

I love your work btw!🥰🥰

Comfort in Silence

a/n: i've never written for them and tickles with parental figures are always tricky but i tried, also changed the wording a tiny bit set during that summer in OotP

(Potterverse; Harry, Sirius)

1210 words

Tickle Trope Prompts

It was hard to get to sleep. Harry might have felt inclined to blame Ron's snoring, or the unsettling sounds of Kreacher creeping through the house, muttering to himself.

But in truth, it was most likely the endless thoughts rushing through Harry's mind. Swirling words, some voices not his own, circling back on themselves, branching off to dark caves and turning into foggy mist.

Harry sighed. A whiny creak of the bed signaled his movement as he sat up. Even once his glasses were on, it was hard to make out anything in the dark. He knew roughly where Ron's bed was since it was right next to the door - that didn't stop him from knocking his knee against the corner with a soft thud.

His face scrunched up, teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep from hissing out in discomfort. Not that Ron would wake, even if he did. Spending any time with the Dursley's always turned Harry quiet, adamant to make as little noise as possible. It would take a few days to break that habit.

A breath of relief left him once he shut the door behind him, resting his head against it in an attempt to compose himself.

Grimmauld Place really had earned its name. Grim and old. Flecks of dust lingered heavily around the dim candle light. Harry's socked feet shuffled along the worn floor, muffled footsteps accompanying the creaks down the stairs. It wouldn't have been surprising to have a ghost turn at any corner.

Harry didn’t know where he was going. Initially he intended to go make himself some tea, always a welcome comfort. In the end, he found himself wandering aimlessly. Even though he could feel how tired he was, it was still better than flopping from one side to the other for hours.

It wasn’t until he passed that damned room with the singed tapestry, which Sirius had only shown to him earlier that day, the thought occurred that he might not be the only one awake.

Hesitant, Harry pushed the door open. It stood ajar and there was definite light flooding out from the small crack. He couldn’t say he had been expecting to find his godfather inside, but he could say that he wasn’t surprised.

Sirius let out a heavy breath when he felt the presence of another. From the sheepishly caught look Harry thought he saw, made him wonder if he had expected someone else. Remus perhaps, ever scolding and mothering towards Sirius.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Sirius asked, his voice not able to carry the accusatory tone that the words held.

Harry shrugged, his hands disappearing into the pockets of his PJ bottoms as he stepped closer slowly. “Shouldn’t you be?”

Sirius’ face lit up, a familiar, little twinkle behind his eyes. Not a day had passed that he wasn’t reminded how much of James transferred to his son. “Who are you, my mother?”

The corner of Harry’s mouth twitched upwards for a couple seconds. “God, I hope not.

The two fell silent. A sense of comfort lingered in each other’s presence. Perhaps that was how Harry had found himself in this room in the first place.

The boy sniffled, bringing his hand up to itch his nose against the back of his hoodie sleeve as he shuffled over to one of the worn armchairs. The amount of times he had sneezed that day alone, the dusty air irritating his nostrils, was ridiculous.

Sirius gazed at the tapestry for a while longer, hands tucked in the pockets of his scruffy waistcoat before letting out a heavy breath and turning his back to take up the other armchair.

Harry watched him every step of the way, unable to avoid picturing him in the very same room as a boy his age. He slid down in his seat slowly as Sirius turned his armchair to face him some more, his arms wrapping around his middle so he could hold onto the sides of his hoodie, his hands needing somewhere to go and finding comfort in the feeling of the fabric between his fingers. Especially as he became more and more aware of his godfather’s watchful gaze.

“What?” Harry brought his feet up to rest against the armrest of Sirius’ seat. “Haven’t become a Legilimens in your spare time, have you?”

A sharp nasal exhale, which might have been a laugh at any other time, broke through the air, making Harry’s eyes flicker up. He caught the tail end of a warm smile. But Sirius shook his head. “No, unfortunately. Don’t have the patience, I’m afraid. Did you?”

Harry huffed out a sarcastic snort and shook his head.

“What’s troubling you, son?”

“Nothing’s troubling me. Why would you think that?” More sarcasm. Sirius quirked an eyebrow but decided against his initial instinct to sass him back.

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh,” Sirius pointed out rather plainly.

Harry caught his eye for just a second, then shrugged, his arms wrapping a little tighter around himself as he fixed his gaze on his knees instead. “Not much to laugh about as of late.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Your friend Ron doesn’t seem to agree.”

“That’s Ron. I’m not Ron.”

“Right, I forgot. You’re just a grumpy sourpuss. My apologies.” Sirius brought his hand down, rough hands scribbling over the top of Harry’s foot.

The boy inhaled with an air of surprise, his foot jerking away from the touch but it was gone as quickly as he appeared. “Don’t,” he huffed, hesitantly bringing his foot back.

Sirius considered his godson for a few long seconds. It wasn’t until Harry dared to look at him again that he saw the sympathetic smile his godfather was wearing, as if preemptively apologising. “You know I have to now.”

He was already leaning forward in his seat before Harry’s body even got the signal to move, a hand gripping onto his ankle to keep it in place and without warning, the bottom of his foot was under attack.

Harry yelped but refused to make any more noise by pinning his bottom lip between his teeth. That didn’t stop the reluctant giggles from escaping, despite being muffled and clearly held back. He seemed to have forgotten that he had hands of his own as he only used his other, free foot to push at the offending hands.

“Hm, yeah, that seems a bit better.” Sirius' comment was so casual, it was annoying but still held that tone of amusement, which only made Harry’s ears heat up.

“Shaah-...up. Stop- Sir-Sirius!”

Only when he felt those torturous fingers crawling towards the back of his knee, did Harry remember he had more than just one leg to fight back. He sat up and gave his leg another yank, hands grappling at wrists.

“It wasn’t a proper laugh but I’ll let it count,” Sirius announced, reclining back into the chair with a satisfied grin.

Harry only shot him a glare with his knees now pulled to his chest, despite the ghost of a smile still lingering.

When Harry awoke, a frayed blanket was draped over his curled up body, most likely placed there by his godfather, also asleep in the other armchair.

#did i rush to the end #possibly #am i upset about it #not really #did i proofread #absolutely not #harry potter #harry potter tickle fic #ticklish!harry potter #sirius black #tickling #tickle fic

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amazingmsme · 6 months

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Ya Don’t Say?

AN: Slowly starting to catch up on tickletober, here’s day 21! I’m cursed with the constant need for twin peaks tickles but remain unable to come up with a good prompt. Just a cute lil fic with Cooper & Sheriff Truman! Hopefully I’ll write something longer for them in the future!

By now, everyone at the sheriff's office knew that Agent Cooper was a bit of an odd ball, especially with his seeming lack of shame. He was an open book, prone to oversharing. Good thing they all were eager to listen and free of judgment.

They were at the diner, surprisingly empty after the lunch rush. They sat in the corner of the bar, tucked away against the wall as they took a break from discussing the case. Sheriff Truman had just cracked a joke, nudging Cooper's side while he chuckled at his own silly pun, making him flinch away.

An apology was on the tip of his tongue when Cooper said, "Careful, I'm pretty ticklish." It was so casual, the way he said it, as if he didn't know the trap he just set for himself.

"Ya don't say," Sheriff Truman said, looking at him with a downright feral grin. His had immediately found the same spot, wiggling his fingers between his bottom ribs. Cooper jerked away with a choked off giggle, arms clamping down against his sides.

"Ihi just said be careful!" he reprimanded playfully. Sheriff Truman shrugged, a rather smug look settled on his face.

"I am being careful. Practically no witnesses."

Cooper's soft smile twitched ever so slightly downward as he looked around at the empty diner. He caught Norma's eye, silently pleading for help, but she merely smiled at him and continued wiping down the counter. He looked back at the sheriff, hands hovering in front of himself defensively.

"You don't have to do this," he said, but the wide grin said otherwise.

"Quite the contrary," Truman said, prodding his sides. Cooper doubled over, leaning over the bar as loud, carefree laughter filled the Double R. His hand snuck under Cooper's shirt, and he shrieked, slipping sideways off his chair until he was wedged against the wall. He giggled and weakly tried to fend off the roaming hands. "I can't believe you'd keep such crucial information from me!" he teased, playing up his anger as one hand scribbled over his tummy and the other squeezed up and down the side closest to him.

“Hahaharry, quihit ihihit!” Despite his words, he was barely trying to put an end to it. He was leaning against the wall, arms tucked close to his chest with a wide, carefree cackles flowing from his open mouth smile.

“Mm, no. I don’t think I will,” he said slyly, poking sporadically up and down his sides. “Hey Norma, how’s breakfast coming along?” he called out across the diner, raising his voice to be heard over Cooper’s loud laughter.

She knew what he was doing, but it was always nice seeing the FBI agent smile. She’d never heard him laugh like that before.

“About five minutes,” she answered as she made her way back to the kitchen.

“You can handle five minutes, right Coop?”

“No wahahait!”

“Sorry, got no time for waiting!”

One thing about Sheriff Truman: he always used his time wisely.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 21 #special agent dale cooper #sheriff truman #dale cooper #harry truman #twin peaks #twin peaks fic #twin peaks tickle fic #ticklish!cooper

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potatohater · 1 year

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Probably the best tickle scenario you could’ve find where Sirius and Remus discovered that Harry is ticklish‼️‼️ im in my hp phase please

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If Sirius wouldn’t die I bet that Harry and him would live in some apartment together. They also invited Remus A LOT.

Once during the summer Remus was relaxing in the living room when he heard some strange noises from other room, and then Sirius ran up to him with the biggest smile on his face that he’s ever seen screaming that: HARRY IS TICKLISH. While Harry doesn’t understand a word because he has never been actually tickled. And here he is – 15 years old boy, standing into the door frame, holding on his stomach because what the hell was that feeling that made him giggle? Remus and Sirius gave each other “that” look and they attacked. Because Harry has never experienced that, he didn’t even try to hold his laugh, and it was high-pitched, boyish and absolutely adorable. He was so much like James in this way, they had similar spots and laugh sounded familiar. He squirmed a lot tried to hide his face, or shut his mouth. It was priceless.

This actually repeated a lot of times, especially when Remus was at their house. (he poked one of them and said that it wasn’t him). And also he was the one that said to Harry that Sirius has the same weakness; now that was getting interesting. It doesn’t matter, what Remus was doing, he always left his things behind and just watched them. It was that moments that he missed with them. Separately and both. He knew that James would be happy to watch his best friend tickle the shit out of his son.

Sooner or later Sirius would understand that Remus was starting half of the fights, so in the middle of another one, he just whispered to Harry that Remus is not better than him, and that was an actual point where the fun began. When Harry asked was it true, Remus insisted that he is a werewolf, and they are NOT ticklish, and that he didn’t even know how it felt like. And it was a lie.

So basically they all had fun with each other, I just love the idea that Remus and Sirius raised Harry 😭

Maybe I’ll write a fic with this idea, who knows🤭

#father son tickles #ticklish harry potter #harry potter tickle #ler!sirius #ler!remus #I love it

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tickletastic · 7 months

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PRNDL

Fandom: The Society

Ship: Harry/Allie

Summary: Its been three years of fugitive and somehow Allie has managed to hide the fact that she can't drive... until now. Day seven of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: playtime!

Allie was only mildly embarrassed when she confided in Will, on the eve of the annual game of fugitive, that she had never in fact learned how to drive. She was far too embarrassed to share with Harry, who had given her the shiny keys to one of his mom’s untouched cars, eyes bright as he promised she wouldn’t be able to catch him. She feared that he may be right when Will hysterically attempted to explain the gas pedal and the brake to her in the middle of the driveway at 4am. She thought she understood, kind of, but it didn’t stop her nervousness from clouding her need to win the competition.

Nearly 24 hours later, she finds herself in a sleek, black Rolls Royce, waiting for Harry to blow the horn. He introduces the rules, as he has for the past two years, and reminds the group of the teams, which had been pinned up at city hall for going on three weeks. He smiles a cheeky, private smile in Allie’s direction before letting the horn off, bolting off to hide.

The mandatory few seconds go by and Allie watches as the cars around her rip down the road, off to hunt their prey. She stalls, looking around at the emptiness that has become in the last minute or so, before putting her foot on the gas. She jolts forward with the car’s speed as it tears down the road, going from 0 to 60 in less than 10 seconds. The speed scares her enough to take her foot off entirely until she is comfortably coasting at a moderate 20mph. She realizes she’s going slow, but she’s too scared to go any faster. Surely she’ll still be able to find someone.

She spends an entire twenty minutes slowly coasting, having only traveled a total of two blocks. She’s realising now that she’s never had to go through being on the ‘it’ end of fugitive, and it’s a lot harder than just running and curling up somewhere dark.

She slows to a stop, deciding that she can walk faster than she’s comfortable driving at, grabbing the flashlight Harry had told her was stored in the glove box.

Allie wonders, as she walks down the well-lit street, how they’ve managed to keep the lights on for as long as they have. The game, played on the last day of summer every year, would’ve been kind of eerie in the dark. Suddenly, she hears a rustle in the twigs behind her and turns quickly, but sees nothing there. She stands still, skeptical that someone isn’t hiding in the bushes, until she sees a car turn on the street, their headlights illuminating her and everything around her, and her eyes fall on Harry’s face in the bushes.

“You asshole,” Allie yells, stomping over to him, “you would’ve scared the crap out of me!”

“And that’s my fault, how?” Harry laughs, stepping out from behind the bush, “aren’t you supposed to be in a car anyway? I’ve been waiting like an hour for you to drive past.”

Allie cheeks dust pink, her hands suddenly seemingly incredibly interesting to her. “I, uh- Harry, I don’t know how to drive.”

Harry bursts out laughing, sputtering out between breaths, asking Allie why she hadn’t just told him, saying that he would have taught her years ago, that he would have even given her one of the cars in his driveway. When he looks up, Allie is blushing to her ears, expression caught between embarrassment and frustration. Harry tries to gather himself, panting a little as he catches his breath.

“Hey,” he says, grabbing Allie in a hug, “you could’ve just asked me to teach you.”’

“Maybe I didn’t want some asshole to teach me how to drive,” Allie teases, jokingly fighting out of Harry’s hug. Harry holds fast until Allie starts pinching his ribs and he yelps, bringing them both to the ground. He recovers quickly during their continued wrestling, and gets Allie pinned.

“Bad choice, Allie,” Harry grins mischievously, a brush stroke away from a smirk. “This is what happens when you get caught by a fugitive instead of the other way around.”

Harry’s fingers make quick work teasing Allie’s ribs, and she’s quick to start giggling, shaking her head and desperately trying to grab Harry’s hands. She snorts when Harry pinches her bottom ribs, arching her back off the ground. She’s trashing everywhere, legs kicking, arms grappling for Harry’s.

He spiders his fingers over Allie’s collarbones and her giggles get shrill while she tries to block his fingers with her shoulders. “Hahaharry nohoho! Ihihit tihihickles! Ihiht tickles! I’m sohohory!”

“Well,” Harry says, making a show of leaning his chin on his fist, “I don’t think I’m satisfied.”

His fingers spider down to her tummy and she screeches, hiccuping and snorting when she writhes in the grass. Harry drills into her hips and squeezes the skin above her belly button, relishing in how hard she laughs and shouts each time. Eventually he slows down, letting up and rolling onto his side in the grass next to her.

“You alright, Allie?”

She rolls onto her side to face him, leaning on her elbow. She leans forward and kisses him, tangling the fingers of her free hand in his hair. “I am, but you’re evil,” she laughs when they part.

Harry stays frozen in place, staring at her with wide eyes after they had pulled apart. She grins back at him, eyes sparkling. He’s snapped out of his trance when Allie spiders fingers under his chin, pulling back with a squeal. She gets up and runs, giggling as she goes.

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it, Pressman.”

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