#teddy lupin is ticklish

[writingwitharlo]

Teddy Lupin & Victoire Weasley - Tickle HCs

stole some otp tickle questions from @calmturquoise and @ticklishraspberries (x,x)

Who’s more ticklish?

Teddy, it's actually ridiculous. He's just very touch sensitive. Victoire is decently ticklish too but Teddy is worse.

Who’s the lee and who’s the ler?

Teddy is definitely the lee, Vic is the ler. Sometimes Teddy gets ler moods but not super often and Vic just enjoys having big, cuddly Teddy falling to pieces.

Who gets embarrassed by tickling?

Teddy sometimes, but only when he gets tickled in front of strangers. Most of the people in his life already know what a mess he is, so then he doesn't mind. He just blushes a lot more and gets kinda tense.

Who teases the other about tickling more?

Victoire teases the shit out of Teddy. He gets all flustered and sheepish and forgets how to form sentences. It's worse when Vic first finds out about his thing for it, but he gets better after a while and only really gets affected when she catches him off guard.

Who initiates the tickle fights?

They both do. Perhaps Teddy a bit more than Vic because its on his mind more and he likes to be physical and roughhouse occassionally.

Do either of them have a tickling kink?

Teddy does. I think it took him a while to learn that it was an actual thing, but he always knew he didn't hate getting tickled.

Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Teddy. It gets all giggly and hearty.

Victoire's laugh is cute regardless.

Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

With the right touch, Teddy is ticklish practically anywhere. Like literally anywhere.

Vic has only a couple of odd places, like her sternum and her lower back.

Who gets cheer-up tickles?

Both, when the situation allows it. Victoire can get caught up on little things sometimes, and even though Teddy will happily listen to her rant or try to comfort her, there are occasions when all that doesn't work and his last resort is to tickle some sense into her.

Teddy, on the other hand, just gets into these moods sometimes where he's kinda grumpy for now reason or just refuses to talk which is usually when Vic will bring out the cheer-up tickles.

Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Both of them, all the time. They already struggle keeping their hands off each other anyways and they're a pretty playful couple, so whenever it happens, the other has a field day.

How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

I don't think either of them really remember. They've known each other for so long and have always been so close, it's just one of those things that their brains have filed away with all the other useless information.

I imagine Teddy saw Bill or someone tickle Victoire when they were little, and he heard the sound she made and knew that he wanted to hear it again.

Victoire would have found out through someone else, perhaps Harry or Ginny or even little James spilling the beans to her and Vic immediately having to find out for herself.

Who can’t take tickle bites?

Vic! It's just too much. Especially once Teddy starts growing in some stubble. She'll literally have to grab his hair and pull him away. Of course he slips them in every now and then just to be annoying.

Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

Teddy, not a morning person. Victoire, however, very much a morning person. But also sleepy Teddy is the cutest, and adding tickles on top of that just makes him all giggly and blushy.

Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Teddy. Not that Victoire is a particularly violent person, but she does squirm a lot and since Teddy is a good amount stronger than her, she's not all too worried about him getting hurt.

Who provokes the other into tickling them and how?

Teddy and through any means known to man. Hiding things Vic needs behind his back or out of reach, being purposefully annoying, snarky/cheeky replies, stretching, exposing ticklish parts 'accidentally'... you get the idea.

[marauder--harder]

R. J. Lupin 1, 4, 5, 11, 13, 18 seriously I love all your headcanons, they're great 😊

Sorry I kind of got carried away. I forgot how much I loved him, as lately I’ve been writing a lot of Sirius. 

1. Their physical weak spots

Literally any one of his scars. Someone can just stare too long and it would make him feel inferior, because deep down he knows that he is. His affliction makes him less than, in his mind, and so any physical mark reminds him of it. 

Although, on a happier note, I lowkey think that Remus would turn to putty in your hands if you tugged just right on his hair. :) 

And Mr. I’m-the-Big-Bad-Wolf loves nose kisses and forehead kisses and is the ticklish motherfucker you could ever meet. And he tries to hide it so hard, but it never works and you tickle him, turning him into a squirming, lanky mess. He hates it but you always do it because you love his laugh. It is so pure and deep, and even though he says he hates it, he loves it too. Because you are touching him. You aren’t afraid. And that makes him so emotionally weak. From one touch. 

4. Best places to kiss on their body

Already done. Find it here: X

5. Guilty pleasures

Also done. Find it here: X

11. Fears/phobias

That he is going to hurt someone

He will fall in love and they’d hate him

That he’d fall in love, and they wouldn’t hate him

He’s now afraid of the moon (he never quite was during his time at Hogwarts. He hated the moon, but couldn’t fear it.)

Being alone.

Running out of chocolate

Being boring

Normalcy (even though he thinks he wants it desperately. Even that scares him)

Mice used to give him the creeps. Little feet scampering everywhere. 

Being hated

13. What gets them flustered

Literally any flirting he didn’t initiate himself (I’m convinced that this witty fucker had smooth moves and nobody can stop me)

The way you smirk at him from across the room

Lowkey Sirius Black

Meeting new people

Public speaking

When you look up at him with such innocent eyes (he knows that he is nothing from innocent and you looking so pure… Dear Godric, he can’t help it.)

18. Things they’ll never admit

That he was scared of being alone during the full moons (both as a young child and after James and Lily died)

That he spent the entire day leading up to the full moon, and the entire day after, in the Shrieking Shack alone to make sure that he wouldn’t hurt anyone during his first transition at Hogwarts

That he was addicted to chocolate

or coffee

That he was staring at you

That he was really the brains behind the operations (unless, he was close to you, then he let it be known who put that dungbomb in Filch’s bed)

That he cried over James’, Lily’s, and Peter’s grave for 12 years. He went for every birthday, every New Years, every anniversary. 

That he mourned Peter’s death the hardest (for the first twelve years) because Remus was the one who brought him into the marauders. He befriended him by running off some second year who was taunting Remus during his second day, and he told him that he’d always protect him. And he failed. 

That Remus thought he did something wrong to deserve his friends dying, betraying him, and leaving. 

That he studied as hard as he did because he had to. Even for the classes he couldn’t give a shit about. He needed to prove that he was smart, so later in life, his employer might be willing to oversee his condition

That the first full moon alone after the marauders split up, he snuck back into the shrieking shack. It was the only full moon he has ever remembered fully. It was also his worst. 

That he also thought he might die that night. 

That he contemplated joining the pack of werewolves after Halloween of 1981.

That when he saw Sirius for the first time in 12 years, he wasn’t angry. He was just so relieved that he was still alive.

That he thought Teddy was ugly because he looked like him

That time he came home drunk to Tonks after another fight about his love for her, saying that he was an idiot and he really was happy she loved him. He was the happiest man in the world, and nothing he could say would change that.

That he visited his friends’ graves on his own birthday because it just didn’t feel right without them there.

That he cried like a baby when Hope got sick and died

That he wanted to hug Harry the first time he saw him, but refrained.

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[gryffindormischief]

95 lupin and tonks???? Love your writing btw

A/N: SUCH A LONG WAIT I’M SORRY.  But I did it.  Thank you for saying nice things though.  I hope you’re still around to read this :)

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Lessons

Remus takes a steadying breath, theexhale brushing across her rounded cheek, “There’s no going back if we dothis.”

Letting her gaze lock with his, Tonkssmirks mischievously, “Gryffindors don’t have a monopoly on danger Lupin.”

His brows rise challengingly but henods, eyes darting town briefly, “Together then?”

Tonks winks and both lean forward,foreheads knocking clumsily.  She letsout a huff, finger poking his side where she knows he’s most ticklish from latenights spent giggling with Sirius and a bottle of firewhisky.  “It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

Fighting back a flush, Remus sighs,“Well it’s been quite a while for me. And my experience is fairly limited. Just the one.”

“Well, as you know I’m an excellent teacher.  I even have references,” Tonks shoots backflirtatiously.

Before he can parry her thrust, afrustrated cry sounds, chubby fingers grabbing at Remus’ frayed sweater.  “Sorry little man, your mother is quite adistracting siren.”

Teddy seems to smile at this, althoughhe’s been assured it’s likely gas, Remus still thinks his son enjoys the Lupinbrand of humor.  He tickles Teddy’s bellyplayfully before looking back toward his wife, face lit with an affectionatesmile, eyes watery.  “Shall we?”

Nodding once decisively, Remus’ fingersfind the fastenings on Teddy’s nappy, fighting to recall his last bout ofdiaper duty nearly two decades ago.  Bothparents hold their breath and Remus quickly uses one hand to hold the nappy inplace, recalling a rather comical impression of a fountain by one Harry JamesPotter when Sirius drew the short straw around changing time.

His heart twinges at the thought of hisfriend, but he pushes past it as he and Tonks continue the process of washing,drying, and dressing their progeny with careful but increasingly practicedfingers.

After Teddy’s been fed, the triosnuggle close on the worn couch, Tonks’ bubblegum pink locks brushing againsthis stubbled jaw as Teddy’s fist finds its way to his gummy mouth, eyelidsdrooping.

As he stares into the crackling fire,relaxed – or as relaxed as he can be considering – Remus’ mind shifts back tohis first patient.  Pressing a kiss to Tonk’s forehead, hemurmurs, “Thank you, for letting me pick Harry as godfather.”

She hums contentedly, nuzzling closer,“Of course.  Harry’s wonderful.  Plus I’ve a feeling he’ll be bringing along alovely godmother of sorts.”

Remus smirks against her hair, “You’relikely right.”

He can feel her rumble with laughteragainst his chest as Teddy drops off to sleep, “Assuming he stops being a uh,”she pretends to fumble for her words, “��self-sacrificing git’ as a certain redhead titled him.  Is that a requirementfor Gryffindor males?  Or were you his specialtutor?”

Pinching her side playfully, Remusslips from the couch, lifting Teddy from her grasp, “Enough of that Dora. Some people like being putfirst.”

Tonks’ eyes go dark at that as shestands on tip toe and whispers breathily, “In the right circumstances, yes.”

Brow quirking, he returns her stare, “ExactlyNymphadora.  However, I feel you may need to be reminded.”

With a lingering kiss pressed to hislips, Tonks saunters toward the bedroom, managing to only stumble once in theprocess, and calls over her shoulder quietly, “Ready when you are Professor.”

[writingwitharlo]

Teddy Lupin

Tickle Headcanons

Lee

practically ticklish everywhere (with the right touch)

death spots: hip area, armpits and knees

spicy time spots: neck, feet/palms, belly button

has a tendency to curse while being tickled

absolutely dies from light tickles (especially with nails)

but if kept at a steady pace, will undoubtedly get hard

never backs down from the prospect of a tickle fight, even if the chances are slim that he can win

Ler

has a secret memory bank of everyone's tickle spots

revels in the sound of protest

has a talent for tickling people without even intending to, it's just the way he touches

producing a solid laugh can be such a turnon

rarely pins someone fully to always leave the opportunity for retaliation

when he does though, that means trouble

[writingwitharlo]

Waking Up Beside You

A/N: Did I write this is one sitting? Yes. Is this the first tickle fic I've written in the last 2 years or so because I am absolutely Teddy Lupin trash? Also yes.

1677 words

Teddy/Victoire (Tedoire)

Summary: Victoire knows the most effective way to get Teddy out of bed.

Waking up beside Victoire in the same bed, was still something Teddy hadn't gotten quite used to. It was their spring break and unlike the rest of the Potter-Weasley clan, Teddy had decided he would be returning home for the two weeks they got off.

Mainly because he had promised Lily he would spend all his time with her, now that she was all alone at home with her brothers at Hogwarts. And Harry and Ginny had already made sure he could stay with them for a while. This would be his very last spring break before he left Hogwarts in the summer, so he had to make the most of it.

But for now he was at Shell Cottage. Quiet, peaceful Shell Cottage. It had always been one of his favourite places to come. Not only because usually it mean the would be able to spend time with Victoire but also because he gave him a sort of peaceful feeling, he couldn't quite place. Teddy guessed that this is what a home should feel like.

Of course he had spent many nights at Shell Cottage, always welcome for sleepovers and movie nights. But not waking up on the pull-out couch was a nice change.

Victoire's room was cool, and clean and homely. As part of an extension Bill and Fleur had built onto the tiny cottage as Victoire and Dominique got older, one side of the room opened up straight onto the beach. The large glass doors stood open now, the light curtains swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. With the days starting to get warmer, Victoire liked to leave the doors open at night.

The bed was pushed up against the wall, like it had always been, with the pull-out couch sitting just opposite. Neither of them minded this change though. Victoire because she had an excuse to climb over her boyfriend whenever she needed to get up for something. Teddy because he got to smush Victoire into the wall until he heard her huffs of disapproval.

Teddy wasn't sure what time it was. It was probably later than it felt but he wasn't quite ready to open his eyes just yet, focusing instead on the sound of the waves crashing in the distance and the occasional seagull announcing its presence.

He could feel the cool air move against his bare back, laying on his stomach with the side of his face mushed into his pillow. It was no surprise really. Victoire usually ended up hogging the covers. And Teddy didn't mind, being the one to run a little hot sometimes.

With a deep sigh, he shifted his pelvis to the side, allowing his leg to stretch out fully so his foot dangled just off the bottom end of the mattress. With the calming white noise from the waves and the cool air lulling him in again, Teddy was as good as asleep again when he felt it.

Fingers grazing against his lower back, following the waistband of his boxers. They were harmless, nothing to be worried about. If anything, they could have helped him drift off again, had they only stayed on the same course.

Travelling upwards along his spine, Teddy had to suppress a shudder. But the goosebumps along his arms were inevitable. It wouldn't be long now.

"I know you're awake," came the gentle whisper from beside him, bright and with the sound of a smile evident in the tone.

"Uh-uh," replied Teddy with a sleepy rasp.

"No? Huh," thought Victoire out loud. "Must have been imagining it then." Soft lips brushed against his shoulder lightly before the covers moved and all of her warmth pressed against his back.

One arm slipped around him and gently rolled him onto his side somewhat, allowing Victoire to engulf him as the big spoon. He didn't fight her, letting himself roll back against her front comfortably. With both of her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him securely in place and her chin propped against his shoulder, he could have stayed like this for hours, just enjoying each others company.

Of course Victoire had something else in mind.

"You sleep well?" she whispered as she placed warm kisses against his neck.

Teddy nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips as he melted into her. It didn't take long for Victoire's hands to begin wandering again.

Her flat palm rubbed against his chest for a little while, eliciting a quiet hum of contentment from the other.

"You wanna come take a shower with me?" Victoire's hand paused once it had traveled down against his stomach.

Teddy was presented with a dilemma. Of course he wanted to take a shower with her, but that also meant leaving the comforts of the bed and especially her warm grip.

"I see," Victoire replied with a hint of mischief in her voice as she practically read his mind without him ever uttering a word. "I suppose we need to wake you up some more then."

Teasingly her fingertips began sweeping against his stomach, causing him to inhale sharply and suck in his belly some. Round and round they went, circling the center casually.

It took Teddy's sluggish brain a moment to realise what kind of information his nerve endings were receiving. But as soon as they did a whiny "Nooo," could be heard giggled out and one hand moved down to grab hold of her wrist.

Victoire paused her attack as soon as Teddy grabbed her but the moment she noticed he wasn't actually doing anything to stop her, the teasing fingers were back, zeroing in on his belly button.

Victoire didn't have unusually long nails but in moments like this Teddy could swear they were like claws. With every sweep and scrape they managed to produce a different sound. Pretty quickly Teddy was a giggly mess, and this was only from one hand.

A short minute later the other hand began scribbling just below his pectoral muscle. Throwing his head back against her shoulder with a laugh, he tried in vain to protect his chest with his only other free arm.

For a moment Teddy could only lay there and take it, his brain unable to come up with a way to help. But as Victoire's fingers abandoned their job of teasing the rim of his belly button to dipping into the shallow divot, his body acted on his own accord.

With a yelp he used his weight to break free from her grip to roll face down, onto his stomach, elbows clamped tightly against this sides but his hands trapped beneath his chest. Victoire laughed softly, propping herself up to observe him catching his breath through residual giggles.

"You're mean," he huffed, turning his head to the side to face her. His eyes had finally fluttered open and moved up to meet her gaze. The look she gave him had Teddy breathless for a moment longer.

Victoire grinned as she reached over to run her fingers through his hair. "But you make it so easy when you're all sleepy. Can't really blame me for that."

Teddy shook his head with a quick chuckle and let his eyes fall shut again, focusing on the fingers scraping against his scalp. "Guess you'll have to enjoy your shower solo then," he mumbled defiantly.

Victoire sat up fully and straddled his lower back within seconds. "Oh, no, I don't think so," she whispered against his ear as she leaned down to him. Teddy's arms clamped tighter against his sides in anticipation but he should have known it would be no use.

Lightly but without hesitation, Victoire's fingers swept up and down the back of his rib cage where his arms couldn't quite protect him. Travelling the full length of his back, from his shoulder blades to where she was straddling him, the touch sent tingly sparks through his body and brought back the goosebumps.

The giggles burst out a lot faster this time, only muffled by Teddy pressing his face into the mattress. If it wasn't for the unbearably light touch, this could have actually been relaxing.

He wiggled his torso, as if that was going to dislodge her somehow but Victoire could tell this wasn't going to give her the result she was looking for any time soon. So instead she scooted down until she was straddling the back of his thighs.

Teddy was half expecting her to ambush the backs of his knees or maybe even his feet, so the sound of surprise that he made when two hands snaked between him and the mattress was something else. "That's not allowed!" he cried out through a laugh, lifting his head in order to press his pelvis further against the mattress.

But Victoire had already found her target. Three fingers on each side curled around the extruding hip bones which were only made easier to latch onto by Teddy's attempt to hide them.

"Vihihic!" he howled, freeing his hands from beneath his chest and bringing them down to grapple at her arms.

"Yes, hun?" Victoire replied casually, as if she wasn't just wrecking her boyfriend to pieces. "Something on your mind?"

"You-Ah! Dohon't- Come ohohon!" Words were really not coming easy to Teddy. With his last good thought he lifted his pelvis, now able to reach beneath him for Victoire's hands and tug them aside.

"I'm awake," he panted, hips plopping back down. "I'm awake." Victoire had a move to retract her hands but Teddy wasn't releasing them just yet.

"Good," she chuckled, watching him affectionately. "You can get your revenge once we had some breakfast."

Teddy smirked a little and turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Oh, you know me so well," he joked, finally releasing her and sitting up once she climbed off of him.

They shared a sweet kiss, sitting there in the messy tangle of covers before pulling away and just looking at each other with a laugh.

Yeah, waking up beside Victoire was definitely something Teddy could get used to.

[writingwitharlo]

Sound of Comfort

Summary: Teddy isn't a happy bunny, but there is something that can always lift his mood. (tiny bit of angst, little bit of comfort, loads of fluff)

Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley

A/N: no idea what this is but it's whatever, enjoy, i like this idea, haven't really seen this much i don't think

The silence in the Hufflepuff common room was disrupted by the sound of footsteps descending down from the entrance.

Victoire looked up from the book she had been reading to occupy herself as she waited for Teddy to return from his evening's detention. Earlier that day, he had asked her to help him with a potions assignment and, of course, she wouldn't leave him hanging, even though it was already getting late.

Her mouth opened as said boy came into view, ready to ask him how it went, but seeing the dark and tired look on the Hufflepuff's face, her lips shut again. Victoire got to her feet, ready to greet him with a hug, or whatever he needed but before her hand could even made contact with the older boy's arm, he had already pulled away and muttered a low 'Don't touch me' as he headed straight for the boys' dorms.

Confused and concerned, Victoire exchanged a look with Teddy's best friend and fellow Hufflepuff, Caden, who had been lounging around the common room as well.

(Caden and Teddy were the only two Hufflepuff boys sorted into their year, meaning their dorm was only ever occupied by the two of them. This obviously contributed to both of them becoming very close friends, and essentially like brothers.)

Caden shrugged and jerked his head in direction of the boys' dorms, gesturing to Victoire that she should follow him. The Ravenclaw simply nodded and made her way quietly to their shared dorm room.

Carefully, she opened up the door and peeked inside. At first she was unsure if Teddy was even there; the lights were off and there seemed to be no sound. The pile of shoes and clothes next to the dresser, however, told her otherwise.

Victoire inhaled deeply before stepping inside, gently shutting the door behind her but with enough force so that Teddy was aware somebody else was present. With a quick flick of her wand she ignited a couple of lamps, flooding the room in soft warm light.

"Teddy?" she spoke softly, observing the lump underneath the covers on the far left bed. When it didn't move, Victoire approached slowly, settling down next to it quietly and resting a gentle hand on top what she could only guess was Teddy's shoulder.

They stayed like that for a little while until the lump moved, but only enough to lift one corner of the covers. Victoire didn't need to be told twice; she took the corner and scooted closer to the warm body underneath, draping the covers over the two of them.

Victoire's arms slid around his torso as she pressed herself close to the other's back, her nose burying into the back of his neck. Only their heads were now poking out from the covers. Teddy had stripped off his jeans and socks, leaving him in his boxers and the long-sleeve shirt he had worn all afternoon.

"What happened?" Victoire whispered quietly, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

"It's stupid," Teddy grumbled, his voice a little raspy.

"It can't be that stupid if it made you this upset."

There was more silence and Victoire almost accepted that she would not be finding out today, but with a huff Teddy began explaining the argument he had gotten into during his detention with a Slytherin boy.

It didn't sound like it had been a serious argument, but by the end of it Professor McGonagall decided to check on them, just as they reached the height of the argument. Of course the Slytherin threw him under the bus and Teddy got dealt another days detention.

Victoire couldn't help the soft giggle that spilled over her lips, causing Teddy to look back over his shoulder at her. She slightly released her grip on him, allowing him to turn over and fully face her. "Sorry," she whispered, placing a hand over her mouth. She didn't mean to be insensitive.

Teddy pouted at her, but he already seemed less upset than when he had first returned. Nevertheless, Victoire opened up her arms for him, allowing the Hufflepuff to snuggle close. His head rested against her chest, tucking itself beneath her chin as his arms snaked around her body instinctively.

Victoire's fingers found their way into the other's blue hair, combing through the soft curls. "Tell me, what can I do to chase away this grumpy-grump?" she asked softly, scratching the back of Teddy's scalp and smiling as she felt him melt into her touch.

Teddy didn't reply with words, only a soft groan.

"Is this helping?" Victoire asked with a chuckle, focusing the gentle scratches to the base of his scalp.

Another hum.

Victoire laughed, letting her head fall back onto Teddy's pillow. It would never stop being adorable how much Teddy's mood could be affected by physical affection, it was like dating a human sized puppy.

Teddy's arms tightened around her, drawing her closer by her waist. He had his arms placed between her cardigan and the vest top she was wearing, giving his hands full access to rub her back.

The Ravenclaw smiled to herself, letting her eyes flutter shut as she felt his warmth traveling up and down her back slowly before sliding back around her waist.

One thing Teddy inherited from his father was his lankiness. Built tall and lean, his arms could easily fully encompass Victoire in their grip. He held her so close, that his hand could reach the respective opposite sides of her waist.

Victoire let out a content sigh, planting a couple gentle kisses to the top of the other's head.

Teddy slowly lifted his head, looking up at the Ravenclaw with a face of innocence. "I think I know what might help," he mumbled quietly.

Victoire raised a questioning eyebrow, bringing one of her hands up to brush a stray curl out of Teddy's face. "Yeah? And what would that be, my love?"

Before she had even fully asked the question, Victoire knew she was in for trouble.

Teddy's eyes darkened slightly and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

Only a sharp inhale of anticipation was heard before the poised fingers struck their target. Victoire let out a shriek of surprise at the meticulously executed attack before she was subjected to a peal of giggles. The fingers rapidly clawed at the softer parts between her lower ribs.

It wasn't often that Victoire found herself on the receiving end of these torments. Quite early on, even before they started dating, Victoire was aware of Teddy's persistent physical touches. A squeeze to the knee, an arm wrapped around the shoulders, a quick scribble to the back of the neck, it was Teddy's most frequent gesture of affection. So it only made sense that the Hufflepuff boy craved similar gestures in order to receive the same affection.

It didn't take long for Victoire to realise that Teddy would purposefully put himself into situations that would make him victim of a good tickle. Whether that was being extra sassy with his responses, or annoying Victoire when she was trying to study, or even just playfully tackling Caden to the nearest cushioned surface, it would always eventually lead to the same scenario.

Now that Victoire and Teddy had spent more time together and learned more about the other's ways, it almost came natural. Of course, this was one of the less common situations.

"You're mehean!" Victoire protested as she tried to push Teddy away by his shoulders. His grip was so tight, however, there was absolutely no chance she would be able to free herself.

"I'm just taking up your offer to help me," Teddy replied, the smile on his face much to smug for the Ravenclaw's liking.

Every now and again, Teddy would get into these moods where nothing but a squirming Victoire beneath him could quite satisfy.

Teddy let one of his hands climb higher up Victoire's ribcage, forcing her to clamp her arms down, which was futile since another set of arms was already in the way.

"Nooho! Ted!"

Teddy grinned and halted his attack. His grip loosened and his hands settled flat against her back where they wouldn't do any real damage.

"Merlin," Victoire panted, a few residual giggles still bubbling over. "Next time, give me a head's up at least." She looked down at Teddy's still smug face and rolled her eyes, planting her hand on his face and shoving him away. "You had planned this from the start, didn't you?"

Teddy chuckled as he flopped onto his back. "I didn't actually"

He looked back at her with sincerity. "After you laughed at my detention story, I was reminded that your laugh is actually really comforting."

Victoire wanted to roll her eyes at his sappy reply but from his face she could tell that he was actually being serious and the tips of her ears turned a little warm. "You couldn't have just said that?" she huffed also flopping onto her back.

Teddy shrugged, biting down on his bottom lip. "Where would be the fun in that?"

There was a moment of silence between them, with Teddy watching Victoire, unsure if he had overstepped some line and with Victoire staring up at the dorm ceiling, still a little breathless.

"You're really going to be the end of me, you know that?" Victoire suddenly spoke, sitting up and discarding her cardigan before laying back down.

Teddy's eyes widened in confusion and he propped himself onto his elbow, unsure what she meant.

"You get five minutes. Do your worst."

"W-What?" Teddy asked.

"You heard me."

Teddy got onto his knees, the covers now long forsaken as they slid off the bed onto the floor. "Are you serious? You are serious." He could barely contain the grin that split across his face as he straddled just one of her thighs, giving her enough freedom to kick him off if she really felt the need to.

"Don't eye me up like that, Lupin. Just get it over with already." Victoire wanted to squirm under his intense gaze and felt her body heat up slightly. Even with his disheveled hair and crumpled shirt, he could still express something menacing if he wanted to.

Teddy hovered over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. "You're the best girlfriend, did you know that?" he murmured, pressing his lips against hers for a moment.

As he pulled apart, he grabbed each of her wrists and slowly brought them together above her head where he pinned them easily with one hand.

Victoire swallowed, instinctively tugging at her arms but not surprised when they barely budged. "I hope you know that you'll be getting your share after this."

Teddy chuckled and took in the body beneath him, his eyes getting caught on the strip of skin now visible as the hem of the thin top had rucked upwards.

"Oh, god," Victoire whispered and Teddy looked at her with a smirk, his free hand coming up to lightly trace across the bare skin.

With a suppressed squeak, Victoire tried to suck in her belly as much as possible. Not that that was going to save her.

His hands were warm and gentle, but tickled nonetheless. Only when a finger dipped into her belly button and wiggled deep against its base did Victoire break, a loud clear laugh erupting.

The touch felt like it was coming from inside her body, causing the Ravenclaw to twist her pelvis from one side to the other but with no success.

Now that Teddy had begun he was not holding back. A claw formed over the center of the belly, the fingers twitching just ever so slightly and yet were enough to produce a completely new sound of desperate laughter.

As the tormenting fingers passed by her ribs and reached Victoire's armpit a little while later, she could feel that she was reaching her limit. There was no way of telling how many minutes had passed. For all she knew, it could have been 2 or twenty.

Teddy gave her the shortest of breaks to catch her breath before lightly tracing sloppy lines and circles from her upper arm to her upper ribs and back again.

"Ahaha, fuhuck!" Victoire snorted, making a move to bite at his hand.

Teddy gasped, retracting his free hand but keeping her pinned with the other. "Did you just try to bite me?" he asked accusingly, that certain look in his eyes that always left Victoire feeling giddy and hot.

"Nobody said... I couldn't," she replied factually while still trying to catch her breath.

Teddy licked his lip as his eyebrows shot up and he nodded slowly. "Very well. Nobody said I couldn't either."

Before Victoire could even process his words, Teddy had released her arms, using both hands to grab ahold of the vest top's hem and revealing her full stomach to which he pressed his face, playfully biting and nibbling at the skin.

Victoire shrieked. Not only were the gentle nips and the occasional swirl of his tongue torturous, the 7th year was also starting to grow in a decent amount of stubble, meaning with every movement, the prickly hairs sent tiny electric sparks through the Ravenclaw's nerves.

Said Ravenclaw trying her best to curl in on herself but it was no use. Teddy had found his new target, which meant the only defence was offence.

With her head thrown back in laughter, Victoire blindly searched for his open spots. One hand managed to find its way across the back of his shoulder and into his armpit while the other explored every inch of his exposed neck.

Needless to say, Teddy's attack did not last for much longer, interrupted by scrunched shoulders and shouts of protest. Victoire's revenge was quick to follow.

Only when Caden eventually returned to the dorm were they able to agree on a truce. As they collapsed next to each other, cheeks burning and stomach's hurting, both of them knew they weren't leaving that bed until the next day.

[writingwitharlo]

the struggles with body shots

based on this fic by me

just so we're clear, i'm reposting for @ticklepinions and for them alone

[writingwitharlo]

I love the idea of Teddy just being so ticklish that you could lightly poke his side only once and he’ll jump almost 3 feet to get away.

And to think that with Harry being his godfather, that guy can be pretty ruthless since he knows almost everyone’s weak spots so he knows he needs to win those battles.

I actually headcanon Teddy as not hyper ticklish but just ticklish absolutely everywhere and when he goes a longer period without any physical affection he definitely craves it, so when getting poked he'll definitely jerk away and squawk a little bit.

I could imagine James being pretty bad too, like maybe one time Teddy is baby sitting the Potter kids and some rough housing happens because James is a tornado and Teddy is an Aries, and somehow they land on the topic of Teddy being ticklish. And at every family event after that, without a doubt there will be a dog pile with Teddy at the bottom getting tormented by the Weasley clan

[writingwitharlo]

I need more people to talk about Teddy Lupin being ticklish.