#harry potter tickle

[bookishtickles]

Hey! I love your Harry Potter fics! I was wondering if you could do a longer one where Sirius decides he wants to test Harry's ticklishness (even though he already knows he is incredibly ticklish). Chaos ensues. If not thats okay to. Thanks!

Hey sooo I know you sent this 3 years ago and I don’t know if you still want this or even remember it, but I’m active again and going through my prompts, and you’re the first one I’m doing!

Also, breaking canon

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Sirius went up to where Harry’s room was in Grimmauld Place. The 13 year old had just moved in, and he knew Harry would be waking up right about now. He wondered if Harry remembered any of the night before: when Sirius, teasing him, poked him in the belly and heard Harry squeak and claim he’s not ticklish, he was just scared

Little does Harry know, Sirius already knows how ticklish Harry is: he tickled Harry when Harry was just a baby, and remembers how much the baby laughed when Sirius blew on his belly or tickled his ribs

Luckily Harry was already awake, looking at one of his books: Quidditch Through the Ages. When Sirius walked in, Harry grinned brightly

“How was sleeping in your new bed?” Sirius asks, sitting on the bed next to the small boy. Harry said it was good, and then Sirius continued, “By the way, you know I have to test out what I learned last night, right? And see where you’re ticklish and how much.”

Harry’s green eyes widened in an almost comical way. He stammers, “I-I’m not- d-don’t—!”

“If you’re not then you have nothing to worry about!” Sirius says mischievously as he grabs Harry’s foot and scribbles over Harry’s heel and sole

Immediately, Harry’s giggling loudly, wriggling around, trying to free his foot. “Sihihihirius!”

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Sirius smirked, tickling with more ferocity and Harry’s laugh went up a notch, but not as much as when Sirius went to the toes. Harry yelped, toes curling

“WAHAHAHAIT!”

“For what?” Sirius smirked, eyes gleaming evilly from the poor boy’s sensitivity. He dragged Harry closer to where he was sitting, raking Harry’s pajama top up to his ribs, exposing his belly. But Sirius didn’t immediately jump to his feast on Harry’s tummy, he had other spots to try before digging into his dessert. Sirius instead went to Harry’s knees, spidering them into Harry’s knobbly knees, sitting himself on Harry’s legs

Harry covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laugh, embarrassed and cheeks burning red at this situation. He shook his head no while he squeaked and giggled, but he was so touch starved for so long he didn’t mind this actually. Sirius also noticed Harry took no bother to pull his shirt down and protect his tummy…

Sirius moved up, now sitting on Harry’s waist, fingers lightly moving up Harry’s sides, “You know, I’m starting to get a little hungry.” Sirius said in a low, dangerous growl

Harry’s stomach dropped as his heart simultaneously jumped. He was all too familiar with the “I’m hungry” act from Fred and George

“A-are you?”

“But before I go eat-“ Sirius says and then spiders in Harry’s neck. This was unexpected: Harry’s shoulders scrunch up and so do his hands, trying to push Sirius’ hands away

“AGHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA!” Harry laughs loudly, trying to twist away

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sirius chuckles, kneading into Harry’s belly

This got him the best. Harry squeals in laughter, glasses falling down crooked, and now he’s really trying to wriggle away. “EEEEHEHEHEHE!”

“Now, what do we have here?” Sirius growls evilly like he’s only just noticed Harry’s belly as he grabs Harry’s wrists, pinning them down by Harry’s head. “I think this will do for my meal!” He says as he slowly leans down to Harry’s tummy

Harry could feel his heart racing and his belly tremble at the incoming attack, but also secretly excited and even happy that Sirius is making sure he won’t be able to wriggle away, nor push his head away or even try to cover his tummy because with Fred and George, it’s fun, but his instincts to wriggle away take over. But now that won’t matter

“Oh nohohoho,” Harry couldn’t help but squeak out at Sirius

“Oh yes,” Sirius says dangerously and darkly, leaning down to Harry’s belly, and blew

Harry immediately squealed, wrists futilely pulling at Sirius’ hands, and legs kicking but all he could do is throw his head back and squeal in his laughter. Sirius smirks, then leans down and blew again, his sharp, rough beard makes this tickle so much more than when Fred or George does it. Harry pleads, “NOHOHOHO MOOOORE!”

“Alright alright,” Sirius lets him up, but not without chuckling, “I know all your spots now. And I think your tummy may be my breakfast every morning from now on.”

[valiantphantomangel]

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.

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

Summary: (In this, Hermione plays quiddich). Harry makes the mistake of joking that Hermione and Ginny are both sweaty which sparks ruthless revenge

Takes place during HBP

@ultimatelee19

I know I already apologized for taking so long but again, I'm very sorry! Next time you have a request, it won't take as long as this did

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After an intense practice, Harry snuck the girls up to the sixth year boys dormitory to catch their breath and relax. The other boys were out elsewhere, though Ron should be back soon. Harry had lost track of his best friend once practice concluded.

"I'm so sore," Hermione grimaced. "I don't know what I was thinking when I let you all talk me into this."

Ginny didn't have that same ache. She was used to playing with her brothers back home. "Come on, Hermione. You'll get over it. You just have to keep practicing."

Hermione didn't look convinced. "I suppose."

"You were great out there," Ginny continued to encourage her.

"She's right," Harry piped up. "It was really impressive for it only being your third practice."

Hermione was smiling, her cheeks pink.

"At this rate, we'll definitely win against Slytherin," Ginny said, throwing her arm around Harry's neck.

"Maybe you can manage that without being so sweaty," Harry joked, sliding himself out of Ginny's hold.

"What?" The redhead demanded.

"Err, you're sweaty, Ginny. Hermione too."

"What?" Hermione said, frowning. "So are you."

"It's not that bad," Ginny protested. He shrugged. "It's not!"

"Sorry, Gin. Just telling the truth," he said, a small smile of amusement peeking out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes playfully. "You've done it now, Potter."

"What does that-" Harry was tackled to the floor. She straddled him. "What the- What are you doing?" He'd gone a little red given the position they were both in, her on his waist like that.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson on how not to talk to a girl," she mock scolded him.

Harry let out a high pitch gasp when her nails softly began to tickle his stomach. He'd never been tickled too much, so this sent shockwaves through his body. His shirt was pushed up, her fingers dancing over his bare skin.

"G-Ghihihiny!" He spasmed with laughter.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Next time you don't remark on a girl's appearance."

He was laughing much too hard to respond.

Meanwhile, sitting with her back against the end of the bed, Hermione was watching them, lips tugged up in a smile of her own. "I didn't know he was this ticklish."

"You and Ron never tickled him?" Ginny said, surprised.

"Well, no. We've never really thought about it, I suppose."

"Me and my brothers had tickle fights all the time," Ginny said. "Fred and George were ruthless."

"It seems to run in the family," Hermione remarked, referring to how Ginny had yet to stop.

"This is nothing," Ginny laughed. "You haven't really seen me have a go at it yet. Watch this."

She blew a raspberry on Harry's abdomen. His laughter came out as a half scream. It was singlehandedly the worst thing he'd ever experienced in all his life.

This made Hermione giggle. It was so unlike Harry to be this way.

"Ticklish, Harry?" Ginny teased. "Better hope Malfoy doesn't find out about this."

Even though Harry was technically stronger than Ginny, he was helpless in this situation. She'd rendered him weak in a matter of seconds, unable to do more than laugh and spit out gibberish.

"He's worse than Ron," Ginny said, delighted. "Fred and George used to get him good. Hermione, come on and have a go."

"Oh, I don't know-"

"Come on," Ginny insisted. "Help me teach him a lesson."

Hermione sighed. "Oh, alright..."

Harry still couldn't get his words out. It made it difficult for him to form anything resembling a coherent sentence. The last thing he could handle was for Hermione to join in. But much to his horror, one of his shoes was pulled off, as was his sock. His laughter escalated in pitch once more when Ginny gave him another raspberry, and here came his supposed best friend, tickling the middle of his bloody foot.

"Nohohoho!"

Ginny cackled, clearly pleased with how this was turning out. "I think I have a brush in my bag."

Hermione was confused for a moment, until the reasoning became clear to her. "Won't that be too much for him?"

"Fred and George did it to us and we're fine," Ginny said dismissively.

However, for Harry, he was not fine. The bristles tickled worse than Ginny or Hermione's nails did. His laughter was louder, panicked. He'd meant to say stop, but it came out unintelligible.

It was horrible, much worse than the tickling curse could ever be. It was also massively embarrassing. The door to the dorm was shut but Harry shuddered to think of what people might think should they be able to hear him.

"Hey, Hermione, switch with me!" Ginny called.

He hoped his best friend, who was much more sensible than the rest, would decline and leave his feet alone instead of engaging in such foolishness. But as it so happens, Hermione did not feel that way.

He was given a brief resting period where they quickly changed positions. Harry heaved a breath of air. His stomach as sore, his throat dry and there were tears that'd leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

But just as quickly had it stopped did it start yet again.

The dormitory was once again filled with his desperate laughter. Harry thought he might truly be dying. It must be it. He would meet his demise right here and not at the hands of Voldemort, but two ruthless girls he'd mistakenly considered his friends.

Hermione's fingers on his stomach were no better than Ginny's had been. She skittered them all around his abdomen, sliding them up and dragging them back down. She left no part of him untouched.

And then, unexpectedly, the door opened up.

He supposed luck was on his side for once when it turned out to be Ron. Harry would have been quite mortified if it had been one of the other boys.

He expected some sort of questioning to commence, with him wondering what the bloody hell they were doing and why they were doing it. But nothing of the sort happened.

"Rhohon!" He yelled out. "Phlhlease help!"

Ron's eyes darted from him and to the girls. Harry wished he could use legilimency to find out what he was thinking, because all he did was come down on his knees, giving Harry a false sense of hope, giving him a raspberry and leaving just like that.

"Nhohoho! Comehehe bahahck!"

[lilactickles]

I imagine this transitional period between draco being an asshat & him slowly moving into the friend group / getting ✨ closer ✨ to harry - where he is just starting to open up and practice being a normal & kind human being (level: hard) & harry throws a playful poke to his side during a game or something and draco just…jumps out of his skin and then there’s a pause where they’re thinking like, ‘a few months ago this would be the weirdest thing ever’ and draco would naturally start raging in response to feeling embarrassed but now he’s just bright red and stuttering through his attempts at acting natural and harry smirks and finally feels comfortable teasing him back / giving him a taste of his own medicine and playfully mocking him because that reaction was raaaaather peculiar for big bad draco 🫢

[ilomiloio]

um hi

i'm so awkward idk what to write

hi i'm ilo 😭 he/him n a minor. i'm a boy?? idk LMAO but im very 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 so don't be scared

but yeah this is a tickle blog (embarrassing ik) but it's sfw and i'm not trying to be weird?? but yeah i write

request if u want but there's a verrry 50/50 chance i will not write it because im just getting back into it

fandoms:

percy jackson (tv series + tsats)

red white & royal blue

our life (beginnings and always) (I LOVE COVE)

a date with death

spiderman: across the spiderverse

the marauders (i don't know most of the lore)

i'll prob think of more but yeah😭 but anyways um. bye dms r always open

[moongeonight]

the mysterious creature

Summary: Hagrid brings a new magical creature to his class and asks Harry to volunteer to show off his... curious ability.

A/N: Sorry if it's a bit short I wrote This at 2 a.m 💀

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They were going to start a new class with Hagrid, everyone was talking about what animal he could bring this time.

Instead, Harry despite the fact that he really likes Hagrid he was no un the mood to deal with dangerous creatures.

"mm I hope that is not like the last time..." Hermione said a bit nervous.

"heh yeah, I hope this time he shows us unicorns or something like that" ron said trying to stay positive.

"As long as it doesn't devour us that would be great..." Harry said in a bad mood.

At that moment Hagrid arrived with a box that clearly contained something inside.

"Well I think you're all here, So today I'm going to introduce an animal that I'm not supposed to show until sixth year but I wanted to make this class special, so I brought it for this class".

Hagrid said excited thinking that the others shared his emotion but the truth is that they looked more worried than excited.

"So... Are you going to show us now?" It wasn't Harry's intention to be rude but he clearly wanted the class end.

"Oh right... I present to you this magnificent creature!" Hagrid said taking the animal that was inside the box.

And it looked like a fox but smaller and more fluffy, also instead of having only one tail it had many.

"wooow!" "How cute!" "We can pet it" "is it dangerous?" the class said in delighted with the creature.

"oh nono he is not dangerous at all and about if you can pet him.. For that I need a volunteer" Hagrid said making an amused expression.

Sudently all the students backed off leaving Harry with his own thoughts in front of everyone, and when he realized it was already too late.

"Eh-? But I don't want to..." They didn't let him finish when Hagrid grabbed his arm to lead him to where the creature was.

"Very good Harry! Thanks for offering, now listen this may seem like a strange question to you but... Are you ticklish?" Hagrid asked quite normally.

"Eh?! Well I'm not sure..." Again Harry couldn't finish his sentence because Hagrid was already speaking to the class.

"Listen everyone, this creature is harmless but it has a particular characteristic, with his tails it tickles people when they gain their trust or in other cases when they feel threatened" Hagrid said placing the creature in Harry's arms.

"Wait! Hagrid don't-" Harry had to shut his mouth as the creature began to gently tickle his ear with its furry tail.

"AaH! Waihit- nohoho hagrid- take it away from me!" Harry squealed, trying to take it off himself but the creature was stubborn and clung to him more which tickled him more.

"ooh excellent Harry! You can tell that she already have confidence with you!" Hagrid said ignoring Harry's giggles.

"i dohohon't cahahare- just take it out!" Harry start to desperated when the creature began to tickle his armpits.

"hahaHAHA NOHOHO!" Harry could only say in response.

"aahh don't worry Harry this is normal though... Normally people don't laugh a lot, you must be very ticklish right?"

Hagrid asked innocently, not knowing that when he said that Harry's face heated up and he blushed more than he already was.

"DAMIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!STOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEASE" Harry swear he felt more ticklish with this tickling creature.

To his bad luck, the creature also started tickling his neck and right there he broke completely.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harry laughed like a crazy, he wondered how long it had been since he'd laughed like that.

He tried to remove the creature again but it kept clinging tighter to him, he reached a point where he fell to the ground laughing with the creature on the top of him.

"oh! ok I guess that was a enough of demonstration" Hagrid said finally taking the creature from him.

"ahaha...ah." Harry didn't know what to say, now he had his classmates and his friends laughing quietly at him, though… he wasn't going to lie, it felt good to laugh after all this time.

[veryblushyswitch]

TICKLISH HERMIONE IS SO ADORABLE!! 🥺💖

May I request Lee Hermione and Ler Ron and Harry? She can be so tense sometimes I feel like they'd tease her about it lol.

totally agree, I'm sure the reason "Relax and be a normal person and not a nerd for once" is the number one reason for them to tickle her

They are sillies ✨

[kippipies]

obligatory beach episode

[reererfjernfibeufkjebq]

Oops.

Sorry it's been a hot minute. I've been a tab busy with college admissions and stuff. I have to work on my portfolio and uhhh... most of my most recent art is this kind of stuff, so I can't exactly put it in there... anyway, here you go.

[bookishtickles]

Yes bitches, I am back with another Harry Potter fic! And just like I said a few months ago, I am deep on the Hedric train right now, so guess who’s in this fic 🥰

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Harry was curled up against Cedric at the moment, his head against Cedric’s chest, Cedric’s arms wrapped around him. The two of them just fit together, they always have

And yet, Harry can’t shake a fear he has

“Cedric?”

“Hm?” Cedric had his eyes closed, clearly relaxed in this moment

“Are you worried about the third task?”

Cedric’s eyes opened and he looks at Harry. “No.” He says. “We’ve made it this far, what could possibly happen in the third task?”

“Well,” Harry started to say, “It’s just that- I mean- someone had to put my name in the goblet, and I still don’t know who or why. I’m just… worried.” Harry had tried to convince himself he wasn’t in danger, and yet, he couldn’t completely rid himself of the fear he had, although he was also relieved this was about to be over

“I’m going to be in the maze too, you know. I’ll protect you.” Cedric said, tightening his arms around Harry. “And so I think you should try to relax.” Cedric says, leaning in and planting a kiss on the base of Harry’s neck

What he didn’t expect was for Harry to squeal, shoulders scrunching up, felling Harry’s legs kick

But it doesn’t take Cedric long to put two and two together. He leans up to look down at Harry, smirking. “Ticklish?”

Harry immediately blushes. “N-no,” he says unconvincingly, as though he didn’t just squeal at the feeling of Cedric’s lips on his skin

“You don’t sound so sure.” Cedric leans into Harry’s neck. “I’m just going to check-“ and with that, he blows a raspberry on Harry’s neck

Predictably, Harry collapses into laughter, “STAHAHAHAP!”

Cedric grins at him again. “See, you are ticklish.” He says triumphantly now that Harry doesn’t have a chance to deny it. Harry scrunches his shoulders back up, but that’s not longer Cedric’s target. “I’m gonna have fun with this,” he growls as he pulls Harry’s shirt up

Harry’s face falls. “Wahahahait!” He’s already giggling and trying to wriggle away, but unfortunately, he’s still trapped in his boyfriend’s much stronger arms

“Wait for what?” Cedric asks, before planting ticklish kisses up Harry’s side, from his hip to up his ribs. Harry giggles sweetly, squeaking, and covering his face with one hand while trying to bat Cedric’s lips away with the other

“I thought you liked when I kiss you?” Cedric says, turning Harry onto his back and getting up, sitting on his legs, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning them down by his head. Harry’s insides wriggled nervously as his belly felt extremely vulnerable; his hands were pinned and he couldn’t move them at all, his shirt was pushed up to his ribs exposing his belly, and Cedric had a hungry gleam in his eyes and his head was far too close to his tummy for comfort

“I-I do,” Harry says nervously. Cedric was like a spider leering at his prey caught in the web

“Then you should have no problem with this.” Cedric growls playfully and leans down, pressing nibbly kisses to Harry’s tummy

Harry squeals before laughing, trying to pull at his wrists to push Cedric away, but he couldn’t move at all. He was trapped and completely at Cedric’s mercy

“AHHHH CEHEHEHED!” Harry squeaks

“Your belly is deliciously ticklish.” Cedric teases, watching Harry blush even more. “How about I just eat it?”

And than he does it; he puts his mouth on Harry’s belly and blew

“AHHHHHH NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAAAT!” Harry squeals in laughter, and then felt another blow. “EEEEEE CEHEHEHEHEDRIC!”

“Alright alright.” Cedric chuckes and lets Harry up. Harry’s hands immediately shoot down to cover his tummy. “Don’t think this is the only time I’ll do that.” He smirks evilly

Harry would never admit it, but he is rather excited for it

[valiantphantomangel]

Next week I'll hopefully have out another fic, the Cedric one is taking a little longer then I thought but I am working on a Loki and Bucky tag team tickle fic

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

Promises, Promises

Summary: If Hermione's not going to come to Hogsmeade like she promised, well then Ginny's just going to have to make her

@jona-lea

Ginny waited down in the common room for close to twenty minutes before she was fed up. Hermione promised she would go to Hogsmeade with her this weekend and she still wasn’t down here yet. 

She had no one else to go with. Colin was studying for an upcoming exam. Luna was with Professor Flitwick along with other students for an extra credit opportunity, and as for Ron and Harry, they both had detention with Snape. 

Hermione had told her she would go along once she made some more headway on a charms essay that was due soon. Ginny knew what essay she was talking about, it wasn’t even due for another week! 

Huffing, she went up the stairs to Hermione’s dorm. As expected, she found her friend on her bed with papers scattered around her. She didn’t even look up when the door opened whilst she scribbled away on her parchment paper. 

“You’re late!” Ginny said, annoyed. 

“What?” Hermione said cluelessly. She did lift her head now, realization coming over her. “Oh, Ginny. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” 

“Fine,” Ginny said impatiently. “Are you ready now?” 

Everyone else was already gone. She was hoping to get a butterbeer and a good spot to sit at in the Three Broomsticks. The more they waited, the more crowded it would get. 

Hermione looked apologetically at her, making Ginny groan. “I just want to finish this one thing.” 

“We’re half an hour late!” 

“We have plenty of time,” Hermione said dismissively, going back to what she was doing. 

Ginny plopped down on the bed, ignoring the look of annoyance sent her way for making the papers move. She didn’t want to wait much longer but knew it was impossible to get Hermione away from her homework. If Ron and Harry were here...maybe. 

She sighed, eyes wandering. Strange as it might sound, Hermione’s feet caught her attention. She was wearing just socks, white ankle ones. 

An idea sprung to mind. 

Ginny used to be tickled a lot by her brothers, usually the twins or Charlie. Hermione was probably ticklish too. 

So maybe if she...

Hermione was oblivious to what she was thinking and the grin that slowly came over her. Discreetly, Ginny scooted a bit closer, using the tip of her fingernail to drag it down her foot. Hermione jerked like she’d been hexed, looking frazzled and, if she were to guess correctly, embarrassed. 

“What did you do that for?” 

“What?” Ginny said innocently. 

“You know what,” Hermione said, with a bit of a blush. “I don’t like being tickled.” 

“Why not?” Ginny did it again. Hermione moved her leg away, tucking it underneath her for safety. 

“Because I don’t,” Hermione’s voice had gone up in a bit of a panic. 

“Why?” Ginny had to ask. 

“Because...” The question flustered Hermione. “I don’t know. I just don’t like it.” 

“Alright, fair enough.” Hermione visibly relaxed. 

“Now can I go back to my homework? I promise you that I’ll be done soon.” 

“Alright,” Ginny shrugged. “But if you’re going to study, I’m going to tickle you.” 

“Wha-what?” 

“It’s only fair,” Ginny added. 

Hermione was clearly debating with herself on what to do. Ginny suspected she didn’t think she was serious about it, not really. “Just give me ten more minutes,” she said. 

She made the grave mistake of stretching her leg back out, eyeing Ginny for a second, turning her focus back on what she’d been doing. 

Ginny pretended to look nonchalant, like she wasn’t about to enact some devilish plan. She gave it a couple minutes, using a few of her fingers to tickle at the top of her foot, right under her toes. 

Hermione bit her lip, refusing to look at Ginny. It didn’t get better for her; the red-head softly let her fingers travel up and down the socked foot. Her toes scrunched, she was trying to keep herself still and not flail it like Ginny suspected she wanted to. 

“You’re stronger than me,” Ginny commented. “I would’ve moved by now.” 

Hmm, what if she just... 

She rolled up the sock, not all the way, just enough that it was above the heel. Grinning slyly, she scratched right there. There were giggles now, muffled ones. If Ginny had to bet, she didn’t think Hermione would last much longer.   

“I think someone’s a little ticklish.” 

Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She squirmed. “Ghininy, stop!” She begged. 

“Are you ready to go?” Ginny asked pointedly. 

Hermione was really being stubborn. Despite wanting the tickling to end, she shook her head. 

“Fine,” Ginny shrugged. 

Ginny might not be as strong as her brothers, but she was stranger than Hermione. She pinned the bushy-hair girl down, papers moved out of the way so they wouldn’t get wrinkled. She could have easily used her wand to put Hermione in body bind but this was much more fun. 

Hermione was in a plain t-shirt, thin enough that it wouldn’t protect her. That shirt was pulled up just a smidge, revealing her stomach. She wondered if this would be a bad spot. Charlie used to get her good here. 

Ginny’s finger skittered over the sensitive skin, clawing up her sides, around her navel and even where her lower ribs began. Hermione was not prepared for this, dissolving into helpless laughter. She could do nothing but take it, her body seemingly weakened already. 

“Tickle, tickle, Hermione,” Ginny teased just like her brother’s used to do to her. She wasn’t even being as rough as they would have been and Hermione couldn’t take it. 

“No...no more!” She squealed. 

“How about here?” Ginny switched gears, going for the older girl’s neck and under her chin. Merlin, she was sensitive there too. Hermione kept throwing her head around to escape the red-head’s fingers. “Or here?” One of her arms had risen to stop Ginny, leaving her underarm perfectly exposed. 

“Okay!” Hermione cried out, tears gathering in her eyes. “Okay!” 

Ginny slowed the tickling down but did not stop. “Okay? You’ll go?” 

“Yes!” Hermione shot out quickly. 

Gnny snickered, removing her hands and allowing Hermione a moment to catch her breath. She got off the bed and smiled down at her in satisfaction. 

“Good. Now get your shoes on or  and let’s go. I need a butterbeer.” 

[ticklishraspberries]

Enchanted Feathers (Ginny/Luna)

Summary: Luna experiements with tickly magic. (For the last week of @august-anon's Tickletober prompts!! Happy Halloween!! Sorry this one is so short, I have had a very busy month and this was all I had time for. Hope you enjoy it anway!!)

Ginny is sitting on the couch, reading a book when she notices out of the corner of her eye: A small, white feather soars into the room. It floats right over to her and stops in front of her face, tilted to the side like a curious animal’s head.

Her face flushes pink as a fond grin overtakes her features.

“Luna?” she calls, the smile evident in her voice.

Luna does not answer with words, but another feather flits into the room. And another, and another. They all got close to her, practically shaking in anticipation in the air.

Ginny can’t but giggle preemptively. “Luna, what are you doing?”

More feathers, now of varying shapes and sizes join the mix, just floating there in front of her, waiting for some sort of signal. Ginny imagines that Luna is hiding just by the doorway, holding in her mischievous laughter, wand in hand, ready to give that very signal any second now.

Ginny’s face is still burning, and her lips have been curled in a smile this whole time. She’s giddy with excitement, flustered beyond belief, and completely smitten with her wife.

“Baby, c’mon,” she says, voice wavering.

Luna’s blonde head pokes out from around the corner. “C’mon? Alright!”

With a wave of her wand, the feathers all spring into action. They attack Ginny’s ears, neck, knees, and feet, basically any spot that was not covered by her clothing. Her book is long forgotten, and she’s squirming wildly against the couch, giggles spilling out from her lips.

The feathers don’t really tickle that much; Ginny usually needs a firmer touch to get her laughing, but the ridiculousness of the situation, the adorableness of her wife’s antics keeps her giggling anyway.

Her eyes are squeezed shut, so she doesn’t see Luna approaching until the blonde has already pounced on her, fingers joining the mix. Her laughter doubles in volume, and Luna’s little magical experiment is deemed a success.

[ofqueensandwitches]

My mum, one of the most conservative religious women I’ve ever known, literally looked at me in the eye today after we rewatched PoA and said:

“Admit it; if you weren’t so deep in compulsory heterosexuality back then and basically conditioned to ship Jily and Blackinnon, you’d have been all over Prongsfoot the way you are now with Buddie.”

And I was just…too stunned to speak.

[moongeonight]

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Hi! This will be my list of fandoms for tickle fics and occasionally headcanons

I post on this blog when I feel it so sometimes I disappear and sometimes I post like crazy hehe sorry not sorry

(I don't write for y/n or readers)

Danganronpa (All games and anime)

Arcane

Mob psycho

Attack on Titan

Spy x family

Harry Potter

Villainous

Death note

Evangelion

The disastrous life of saiki

Assasination classroom

Nimona

The lorax

Hazbin hotel

JJBA (Until part 6)

(I will expand the list as I learn how to make fanfics and feel comfortable writing more characters)

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

currently snowing where I am so thought I'd make a cute lil cozy fluffy fix for ya'll (plus, who doesn't like those)

Hope you all are well, I recently got sick and finally am rid of whatever sort of illness it was. but I'm just gonna get into the swing of things again now that I'm better so what better way to do that than write a fic for ya'll

but anyway, enjoy!

Sirius didn't know what this feeling was. A sort of misplacement.

It happened every few weeks or months, where Sirius would wake up and not feel right in his bones. As if his soul was uncomfortable in his body.

It wasn't like the regular winter or autumnal melancholy, but a deeper feeling than that. It weighed him down for however long it stuck around, dragging within him like some sort of ball and chain.

You could usually tell when it happened, the symptoms were pretty obvious. He was less energetic and wasn't in on any pranks or mischief making, he ate less and dressed more proper instead of his usual mushed up look, and either avoid the others like the plague or follow them around like a helpless puppy.

He rarely ever talked to anyone about it (as far as Remus knew) except for James. He would wordlessly crawl into James' bed when he felt the need to and they would talk (so he presumed, they always put up a silencing spell. He used to wish he could know what they talked about behind those curtains, to be included in their mystery conversatios. It hurt sometimes how Sirius would hide away all of the things he found ugly about himself and only show them to people he truly trusted. Of course, those memories were years ago, before they had even started dating so now he got to see plenty of Sirius' parts. Both the good and bad.)

On days or nights he felt that sense of longing or depression, he would crawl into Remus' bed and they'd talk or not talk. Whatever Sirius needed at the time.

This time was one where he wanted to talk. It was morning before classes and the others had already left. Remus was never a morning person so he stayed and slept in, snoozing his alarm every few minutes.

Sirius walked over and opened his curtains timidly. Remus turned and looked before smiling.

"Can I come in?" Sirius murmured. Remus nodded and rolled over to open the blankets for Sirius to crawl into which he did gladly.

"You wanna talk or jus' 'ere for a cuddle?" Remus slurred, blinking awake.

"Both?" Sirkha shrugged. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' shoulders, ducking his face into his shoulder to hug him. They stayed like that before Remus pulled back.

"M'kay, what's up?" Remus asked, resting his head on his pillow but remaining eye contact.

"I don't really know, I just-" Sirius sighed, looking away. "How do you feel upset about something that you don't feel upset about?"

"Like, I feel sad about my body right now but my head knows I'm hot and I have no reason to dislike myself but I do." Sirius explained, looking up at him.

Remus paused, letting the air settle. "Feelings and emotions can be confusing. Sometimes you can't control or rationalize them. They can be wildly incorrect but you still feel them not matter how you much you try to rid of them." Sirius looked away again. "And that's okay." Remus turned his face so that he'd look him in the eye. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is just feel, even if that's all you can do."

"No one's gonna judge you for being human and not loving yourself all the time." Remus smiled.

Sirius gave a small smile back. "What's bothering you this time?" Remus asked.

"Just my scars," Sirius replied, tracing up and down Remus' arm as he spoke. "Memories of how I get them, the pain I experienced as I got them, the house." Sirius shuddered slightly, shaking his head. "God, the house."

"I understand." Sirius knew he did but felt glad to be reassured. "My scars get to me too."

"Yeah, but, your scars are badass!" Sirius said immediately. Remus eyerolled but he was smiling. "Yours are like battle scars, they make you even hotter. Mine are just evidence of where I came from."

"If anything your scars are "battle scars", with all the fighting you and your mother had." That got a chuckle out of Sirius. "Mine are self-induced and you know that." Remus aimed a poke for Sirius' middle. Sirius swatted away his hand.

"Don't be mean."

"Don't be such a grouch." Remus snarked back, poking him again.

"Don't tickle me." Sirius grabbed his hands, or tried to.

"Oh, sorry, was I tickling you?" Sirius grinned and rolled over, hiding his face.

"You know you were, you meanie!" He said into the pillow.

"Can't help it, you're too fun to mess with." Remus leaned in and spoke in Sirius' ear, hands moving to wiggle against his sides.

"Rehemus!" Sirius shouted, arms slamming down to protect his sides.

Remus only grinned and continued. Sirius flipped over to properly defend himself but only succeeded in revealing more spots for Remus to "torture".

"No, wait, don't!" He laughed as Remus pinched along the bottom of his stomach. He threw his head back and cackled, hands weakly hitting Remus in the arms and shoulders.

"Hm? Don't what Padfoot? Honestly you're making no sense right now." Remus tutted, kissing the corner of Sirius' outstretched mouth.

"Tickle me! Don't tihihickle me!" Sirius giggled, yelling when Remus slipped his hands underneath his loose sleep shirt.

"Tickle you? Well if you insist." Remus shook his head and drilled his fingers into the bottom of Sirius' ribs, kissing different places his mouth could find. Sirius was lost in his own mirth, back arching, squeaking all the while squirming like mad.

Remus backed off and just trailed his fingertips across Sirius' sides lightly. He tugged up his shirt to inspect the scar that ran across Sirius' side, three prosice lines cut evenly on his left side, his mother's doing. He traced the lines a few times till Sirius caught his breath.

"You're an awful boyfriend." Sirius scowled, but there was amusement in his eyes. Remus only laughed and kissed him again.

"Better?" Remus raised his eyebrows.

"No, but I'll accept your measly apology for now because we have class in twenty minutes." They both hopped up from the bed.

"But I expect a hundred more later!" Sirius shouted from the bathroom. Remus shook his head in the moment but fulfilled Sirius' request and some.

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