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Hi!! Could you do a Bodyguard!James Potter x reader where he is guarding her during a high profile event and something happens? With a bit of angst to fluff? If you’re comfortable of course! I hope you have a wonderful day, i’m new to your page and ADORED your bodyguard james. <3

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: guns, shooting

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You shift your stance a bit and have to bite down on a whimper. 

“I’m going to have to throw these shoes out after this,” you mutter to James. “I’m pretty sure there’s blood pooling around my toes.” 

“You wanna take them off?” he murmurs back, lips barely moving as he keeps his face in a mask of businesslike impassivity. 

You sigh. “I wish.” 

“You could. Just step out of them, no one’s looking over here.” 

It’s true. Every camera in the chamber is pointed to where your mom stands on the podium, her right hand raised as she takes her oath. As much as you hate coming to these things, you can’t ignore the kernel of pride shining behind your sternum. She’s waited so long for this day, dealt with so much opposition, and now she’s finally going to be able to enact some real change. You can keep up appearances for her. 

“I’d better not risk it,” you tell James. “With my luck, the second I do—” 

You’re on the ground before you even register the sound of glass shattering. James’ grip on your shoulder is harsh, almost painful, but the noise that follows has enough adrenaline spiking your bloodstream to forget about that. The loud, rapid popping of gunfire fills the chamber. 

James’ hand moves to clasp around your elbow, but you tear away from him, headed in the opposite direction. The podium is empty. Where’s your mom? Did they get her already? Is she hurt? Did she—

You’re not fast enough to outpace James, definitely not limping around in your heels, and he gets an arm around your waist, hauling you away from the center aisle. You can’t tell where the gunfire is coming from—who has the guns?—but he pushes your head down before you can look. A low buzzing burrows into your ears. You try again to go to where you last saw your mom, but James yanks you back to his side, a cutting “Stop” hissing past his lips. Any other time, a tone like that would have you stilling like a frightened bunny, but you know he’s not the danger here. 

When you don’t listen, he lifts you off the ground. The crowd is swarming, frantic and disorganized, but James maneuvers through it expertly, running down the hall until he finds an unlocked door. The bathroom door swings open for you, and James sets you down quickly, locking it before you have a second to recover. 

You lunge for the door anyway, only for twin bands to wrap around your middle. They pin your arms to your sides and press you securely to James’ front. 

“Stop. Stop it.” His tone is as hard as his grip, dispassionate to your struggling. “You cannot fight me when you’re in danger, understand?” 

“They’re not here for me,” you plead. Your voice is scratchy with desperation. 

“No, but I am. I’m here for you.” His hold tightens, but now it’s less a restraint than a comfort. You can feel his heavy breaths tickling past your ear. “Your mom has her own detail, okay? She made it out before we did, they probably have her somewhere safe.” 

Now you can hear your breathing too. Short, stilted pants that wheeze in and out of you. You think you might be shaking. 

“That’s enough,” James says gently, starting to lower you both to the ground. Your knees give easily, relinquishing your weight to his hold until he settles you both on the tiled floor. “That’s enough, alright? Can I let you go now?” 

You’re not sure you want him to anymore, but you nod. He slips out from behind you, checking the lock on the bathroom door and then removing his gun from the holster at his hip. The sight of it makes your trembling worsen. He checks something with it while murmuring to the people on the other end of his earpiece, convoluted jargon you’ve long since ceased paying attention to. 

“She’s fine,” he says after a minute. “Your mom. They got her into an office, and now we’re all just waiting for security to clear the building before we can go.” 

You drop your head to your knees, relief like a tidal wave washing over you. You hear James’ footsteps move back toward you before his big hand lands on your head. It smooths down your hair as he squats next to you. When you glance at his gun balanced on his knee, he catches the look. 

“I have to keep this out for now,” he says, looking you in your eyes like he’s making a promise, “but the safety’s staying on unless someone tries to come in here. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

James strokes your head again, his touch weighty and reassuring. The noise outside of the bathroom seems to be lessening, but you’re not sure how much sound is blocked by the door. There could be shooting still happening just past it, people hurt or dying in the halls. 

“I’m sorry for fighting you so hard,” you say quietly. 

James blows out a breath. “I get it,” he admits. “In those situations, it’s natural to freak out and head toward the person you want to keep safe.” He flashes you a little smile. “I’m lucky it’s already my job to do that.” You grimace back, but his expression grows serious again when he says, “You just have to keep your head, though, you know? The whole reason you and your mom have protection is to make sure someone else is already looking out for you. You don’t need to worry about her, you just need to trust me.” 

You look at him. His body is still taut, ready for a fight if one comes to him, but his expression is gentle. It’s easy to forget it’s his job to take care of you when he seems to do it so naturally. Caring emanates from James like it’s the core component of his soul. 

“I do trust you,” you tell him. 

His mouth slants, expression unbearably fond. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll work on those instincts, okay? I get that it’s not an easy adjustment to make.” 

“Have you ever had to do that? Run away from the person you cared about the most?” 

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m lucky. I always get to run towards you.”

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barty is the type of person to have red bull and a cigarette for breakfast

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I’ve been seeing people writing shit their friends have done as marauders and I want to join that train:

Sirius: I don’t know how you can read all that smart stuff. Seriously, Dostoyevsky?

Remus, currently reading the smuttiest book known to mankind wrapped in Crime and Punishment paperback bc we’re at school: What can I say, us educated people are superior.

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heyo beeeerrrryyy qwq m wa finallie gonna sendie in da freakngie ASK XD soo...yous requestie is open??? Issie it possible to do a Tony and Pete fan fic with Tony wreckingie Spidey because father and son things ✨

m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

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REGULUS BLACK'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS BITING PEOPLE ‼️‼️

esppp when he's drunk. he just chomps onto the closest person. if he's sitting silently in a room with James, if they're both cuddling and he's reading a book, he'll just randomly chomps on James' cheek, arm, thigh whatever. And then if its, James he'll give it a little kiss but anyone else just *chomp*

sometimes he sneaks up on Sirius and just bites his shoulder and runs away

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good afternoon regulus bites james not just sexually but recreationally he will be reading in james’ lap and turn over and gnaw on his bicep in his spare time

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Sirius : Guys, this is my little brother. Regulus.

Remus : Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Remus.

Regulus : Hmm. Sirius never shuts up about you. (Smirks)

Peter : Oh. Without a doubt the superior brother. (Grins widely). I'm Peter.

Regulus : Pleasure is all mine, Peter.

James : ......

Regulus : And.. you are? (Judging)

James : (Eyes wide and lips part) Gay. So very gay. Very much. Gay--that is.

Regulus : ....

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Run

A/N; YO! Another fun lil Drabble while I decide on how on earth the next tiny story will play out! I really wanted to do something with a pair I haven’t seen all that often yet and soooo bam Loki and Pete! ✨

Summary; Peter plays a prank on the god of mischief, Loki remembers a little quirk the young hero possesses thanks to an involuntary squeak. Not that either of them really minded

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“Run.”

Peter did not have to get told twice as he immediately stormed off with anticipating and panicked giggles. He wasn’t sure why he decided to play daredevil and prank the god of mischief himself— well actually it was because he was bored. Hella so, with the avengers on a mission and only left behind with Loki who seemed to be engrossed by his books… boredom was inevitable.

Now what did he do you might ask; simple! He filled a bowl with pink glitter and put it at the top of the door and ultimately forgot about it until an hour later when he walked by just as the god fell into his trap.

Did he regret doing this? No. Not at all in fact as he literally snorted at the sight and told FRIDAY to take a picture.

Was he regretting it now? Probably not but his thoughts were running miles as he quickly rushed into the lounge, then the kitchen and around the counter. What would the god do when he caught him?! The avengers weren’t home until midnight! Sure he wouldn’t hurt him but it is the god of mischief after all!

Loki’s grin made goosebumps spread all over his arms and neck and a giddy smile forced its way onto his features. “Y-you know pink fihits you well.” He tried- and failed to choke back the giggle, his hand coming up to cover his mouth half heartedly. It was a sight to behold— the god of mischief hair and outfit full of shiny pink glitter.

Loki shook his head and tutted “tsk, tsk, tsk, you need to learn one thing kid; you don’t play mischief on the god of mischief.”

Peter squeaked and moved around the isle as Loki moved. “Why don’t we drop this and ohorder pizza?” The god grinned “my are we nervous Petey?” The teen gave him a small tiny whine as a reply which ripped a deep chuckle from the god.

Just that made Pete suddenly bolt for the lounge again— only to collide with something strong… or someone as he was suddenly thrown over the gods shoulder and they turned around. The decoy vanished, only further proving that he was on the gods shoulder “WAIT- wait wait NOHonononono! Loki cohome on it was a harmless prank! It’ll wash out I Promihise! UhUHUsing magic is Unfahair!” Peter tried- and failed to flail enough to get out of the gods hold, resulting in him hitting the man’s back.

Loki huffed and adjusted the boy. Peter yelped and his hands shot down Lokis back to prevent himself from falling over, only hearing the god chuckle at his reaction. They continued down the hall…. At least until the god subtly dug a little deeper into Peter’s back thigh and he squeaked out a protest “NOHo! StoHop that!yoHOu’re tickling mEHe!” Peter yelped and kicked out, one hand shooting off of the gods back to try and grapple at Lokis hands.

Loki stopped “this just got a whole lot more amusing.” The playful and mischief in the gods voice made Peter sputter and his escape efforts suddenly spiked- legs kicked out, hands flailed and a long protest of giggly “NO!”’s followed as they made their way back to the lounge. The anticipation made his already heightened sensitivity so so much worse.

“Cohohome on! It was just a lihittle glitter! I’m sorry!” Loki chuckled and threw the boy onto the couch in the empty lounge which he bounced off once or twice and immediately tried to get away “don’t lie to the god of mischief boy, you’re not sorry in the slightest” he warned before his hands latched onto Peter’s sides. It was true— Peter wasn’t sorry the apology just flew out of his mouth.

The girly squeal that emitted from the boy only fed the gods growing soft spot for the boy.

Peter immediately squeezed his eyes shut, turned and started wiggling around, his hands flying down to Lokis to try and catch them without much luck. The god’s hands practically flew through the boys defences, even with the Peter-tingle which only made this so much more fun — I mean worse!

“This’ll teach you not to lie or use mischief against the god of it.” Loki chuckled as he watched Peter’s cheeks heat up “NEhEhehehe IHihe- I wa- ahaHAha WaHas BoHohored!” Peter whined through hysterical giggles.

Loki hummed “I don’t see what makes you think that that qualifies playing tricks on me” he said and slowly moved over the boys stomach enlightened to hear his giggles become bubbly and childlike “now this is just sweet~” the god cooed.

Peter’s struggling lessened a little and his blush deepened. “nOHohoHO ihIHIhihi— Ihits NOhOhohot! AHAHA- LOHOKI!” Peter suddenly screeched when one of Lokis hands caught one of the flailing ankles and trailed a few scribbling fingers up his sole.

Peters enhanced strength proved to be helpful enough to yank his foot back but the attack to his hips made him recoil and shake his head, hands finally latching onto the offending fingers that drilled into the hipbones on both sides simultaneously.

“NAHAA! THiHIHis iHIs UnFaHAH- uNFahAHAir!” Loki chuckled “actually this is plenty fair.. this however..” Peter gasped when one of his hands was suddenly held up above his head and the second hand hovered just above his outstretched ribs and armpit.

“This is unfair.” The god grinned darkly. Peter spluttered and the ongoing giggles stopped him from forming a coherent word— a sentence right now was impossible.

“Are you regretting having pulled a trick on the god of mischief?”

An out. If he really wanted to he could’ve had this dropped now but at this point Peter was having way too much fun with the god and shook his head with a wobbly grin and an overall giddy expression.

Loki shook his head at the playfulness the Midgardian child had. He also wasn’t quite sure where all of that energy came from but he was more than happy to let their little game continue for awhile. “Wrong answer~”

Peter squeaked and practically jumped when Lokis hand faked out.

The boy opened one eye then the other. Loki grinned down at him, emitting a low giggly whine from the teen. “See.. I’m starting to think you enjoy this” he said and traced along the boys ribs. Gently enough not to dig in but definitely rough enough to get a sweet reaction out of the kid.

Peter giggled hysterically and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to cover his burning face as he shook it ‘no’. Though at this point his face wasn’t the only part that shimmered in a light crimson. His ears and neck joined his blistering cheeks beautifully.

Loki grinned “if you close your eyes you won’t see the attack Petey” that got him back the boys attention. The anticipating gleam in the boys eyes, the disheveled hair, the bright red hue that covered him it was a sight practically to coo over but Loki needed to prove a point and so scribbled over the boys armpit. He needed a good reaction, as far as the avengers Mission-times go they were never exactly accurate— but ho boy did he get a reaction when his fingers hit the skin.

Peter snorted, threw his head back with loud and boisterous cackles while his legs kicked out. Loki’s fingers drove the poor kid up the wall, somehow he knew exactly what spot and technique would get the kid to wither under his touch

“NAHAHA! IHIHI’M SAHA- SHOHORRYHEHEE! LOHOHOHKIHEHE- HEEE!”

With a chortle Loki let up and instead moved to tracing the kids belly “so what are you sorry for?” “Fohor pranking thehe god of mischiehehef!”

Loki hummed and squeezed his thigh where it had more or less all begun “and?” “LYHYING!” Peter squeaked out. “Lying what Pete?” The god grinned cheekily. “Don’t liehe to the god of mischief!”

Loki hummed happily “glad you came around.” He said and Peter chuckled, curling up to face the couch cushions.

“Naw don’t go hiding on me now” Peter’s squeaky giggles escaped his mouth quicker then he could cover it when the god scribbled over his back. He didn’t even know his back was ticklish!

The boy quickly turned back around and was about to say something before-

“Pete has a ticklish back?!” Came from the doorway making both, spider-child and the God of Mischief look up in utter bewilderment.

In the doorway, Sam, Bucky and Tony.

They didn’t even hear them come in.

“I’m so using that next time.” Tony chuckled. Peter whined “mister staaahaaark!” Loki gave a low chuckle. “And someone’s gone soft” Tony continued making the god flush bright red “he just needed an attitude adjustment and I happened to find out a rather interesting fact about our spider” He said and eyed Peter who immediately started giggling his little heart out.

“You should probably wash out the glitter before it gets everywhere.” The captain said as they walked in.

Peter chuckled. “I got him good though” he said before noticing the warning and menacing grin that spread on Loki’s features.

The boy squeaked and rushed out, incoherent words spilling all over the place with giggles prepped in. Probably leaving a trail of “nohooo”‘s and “I’m sorry”’s

Loki chuckled and shook his head.

The boy really has a weird thing for getting in trouble.

“You too reindeer games” Tony called from the kitchen which earned an eye roll. But Loki didn’t protest any further. The glitter had to leave.

Once out of earshot Tony grinned “FRI!”

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new type of play

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If you want to turn the Raspberry Experiment into a fic/drabble/whatever then go ahead 😁 I love your works and would love to see what you come up with ❤️

Could I give you a starter: "Let's try an experiment." :)

Whatever you do, I'd love to read it :)

"Let's try an experiment."

Peter 3 looked up from where he'd pinned his younger brother to the bed.

"I don't want to," Peter 1 interjected.

"Hush, child," Peter 2 said, putting a finger in One's face and looking to Peter 3. "What experiment?"

"A raspberry experiment."

"NO."

"I'm listening."

Peter 3 grinned mischievously. "I want to see which spots take best to raspberries," he gestured down to Peter 1 with a nod of his head.

"Noho!" Peter 1 pleaded, already giggling as playfully nervous butterflies filled his belly. Neither brother had shaved their faces in quite a bit. This was bad.

"That's a great idea! I'll start," chirped Peter 2. The oldest brother bent down and blew a stubbly raspberry into the crook of Peter 1's neck. The ticklish teen couldn't help but shriek girlishly and scrunch his neck as much as he could.

"That's too easy! I was thinking..." Peter 3 trailed off as he scanned the littlest brother's splayed figure, clad in Star Wars pajamas handed down to him from Peter 2. Three suddenly dove down and planted a raspberry to One's inner bicep, just slightly below the bend of his elbow, which was pinned beside his head. The kid shrieked with surprised giggles.

"Whyhyhyhy! Thahat suhuhucks!!"

The older brothers laughed along with him.

"Poor guy! Is there anywhere you aren't ticklish?" With that, Peter 2 held One's fingers splayed and placed a raspberry to his brother's palm. The ticklish buzz shot through his arm and made the teen giggle uncontrollably, pulling for his limbs back.

"Aaaw!! Your hands, dude?" Peter 3 scratched around his palm with his nails, holding his fingers back. Peter 1's laughter doubled, and he buried his blushing face in the covers as best he could while his brothers cooed relentlessly.

"Wait, I wanna try something," Peter 2 said. "Flip the nerd."

"He-EY!" Peter 1 was rolled over onto his stomach before he could protest. Peter 2 pulled up the back of his shirt and placed a merciless, prickly raspberry onto his lower back. Goosebumps rose along his spine

"AAAAAHAAHAHAHA-!!"

Poor Peter 1 thrashed uselessly, receiving another raspberry slightly higher on his back from Peter 3.

"Gotta leave no ground uncovered, buddy," Peter 3 explained.

Peter 2 affirmed this by blowing a raspberry on One's shoulder blade. Peter 3 alternated and blew one on the back of his neck.

"GaHAhahAHAhAAAA! MeheHEHEANIE-"

"It's for science, Peter."

"Yeah, science, Peter."

Peter 2 flipped the giggling teen back over and yanked his t-shirt up a bit, blowing a raspberry to his lower ribs and earning a screech. Peter 3 traded places with him and planted one beside his belly button, earning a snort. After only a little more teasing for his cuteness, his brothers let him up. The youngest pulled the covers onto himself, thoroughly exhausted. Peter 3 ruffled his hair.

"Goodnight, stupid," said Peter 1.

"Goodnight Elmo," Peter 2 teased, pinching his side. Peter 1 yelped and swatted at him.

"Shut up! You're probably just as ticklish as me! You are me!"

"Uh-huh. Good luck finding out," Peter 2 said, with a tone in his voice implying that Peter 1 best not try.

The two older brothers shut the door behind them as they left him to drift off.

"It's dumb, how cute he is."

"SHUT UP," came a muffled yell from Peter 1's room. Peter 2 and 3 burst into laughter, making Peter 1 grin from under his covers.

"Damn super hearing!"

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Regulus: why did you throw him off his broom?

James:

James: healthy and positive spirit of competition?

Regulus:

James: he looked at your ass

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Okay!! hmmm so I feel both reggie and james don’t get enough lee! Moments in fics (in mauraders fics I’ve seen anyway) Soo maybe like switch? I’m not that creative like you are soo I can’t give a specific prompt in grand detail but maybe james wanting to be annoying and tickling reggie when he’s in his usual bad mood but james paying the price for it in the end? Something like that? but feel free to do something completely different :)

you’re content is literally amazing !!🤍🤍

-friendly anon (might reveal myself when confident enough lol)

Not in the mood..

A/N~ AHH YOURE SO SWEET!!!!! I totally agree, these cuties deserve so much more love.. Love the prompt btw!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!!

(P.S. I have my suspicions as to who you are but I would love to know I’m so curious!! There’s no pressure but I’d love to finally meet my friendly anon<33) ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

LEE~ Regulus & James

LER~ James & Regulus

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💙THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI💙

It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. A picture perfect scene.

But Regulus was too busy hating the world to notice it.

If he’s being honest he doesn’t know why he’s angry today, he just is??

Normally there’s a reasonable explanation for his anger but he can’t seem to find one..

Right now he just wants to flaunt his teenage angst by glaring at the patch of grass he was currently picking at.

But then his dumb boyfriend decided he wanted to show up and be annoying. Damn Potter and his stupid pretty face.. and his ridiculously soft hair…

Maybe Regulus didn’t mind him being there.. Yeah he kinda liked the company.. but that wasn’t going to get in the way of his pointless brooding, no way!!

“Reggie I’ve been looking everywhere for you!!”

James was grinning ear to ear as he bounded over to him, he looked a bit like a puppy Regulus thought. “What are you doing moping by yourself when you could come play quidditch with me!?” James asked, his energy was practically radiating from him.

Regulus would have agreed, how could he not with the way James was looking at him? But he wanted to keep up his angry facade a while longer. Gotta uphold that reputation you know?

“I’ll play later, I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied focusing back on his grass plucking.

“But I’m so booored.” James whined. He was now sat next to Regulus, their knees knocking against one another.

“Then go and annoy Sirius or something.”

“Sirius is busy being all mushy with Remus, they kicked me out of the dorm.. I don’t want to think too much about why.” He shuddered.

Regulus wrinkled his nose, he didn’t want to think about it either.

He also didn’t want to think about the fact that his boyfriends hands seemed to be wandering awfully close to him. (Not like that you dirty minded scoundrel)

“Regulus I’m not gonna leave you alone until you say yess.” He smirked poking the younger boys stomach.

He turned his head away, stifling his laughter into the back of hand.

“C’mon just one round? I’ll go easy on you!!” He teased, hands creeping up Regulus’ sides.

“Jahames I don’t want to plaHAY QUIDDITCH RIHIGHT NOW!! GO AWAHAY!!” He shrieked as James reached his lower ribs.

James’ cheeks were practically splitting in half with how wide he was smiling. He hadn’t expected Regulus to lose it that quickly but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Aww would you listen to those giggles!! Not so moody and mysterious now huh Reg?” “I hahahate you soho muhuch.” Soft giggly laughter pouring from his mouth. “We both know that’s a lie my love.” James replied while admiring his blushy mess of a boyfriend.

Regulus saw his chance and quickly reversed their positions pushing James to ground and pinning his arms to his sides.

“You really thought youhu were going to gehet away with that? I don’t think soho Potter.” He spoke trying to seem intimidating. In reality he just looked like a giggly little kid.

But god was that kid about to wreck his boyfriend.

James immediately tried to wriggle out of Regulus’ firm hold but he was already weak from the anticipation. Regulus wasted no time tracing over his loves worst spots adoring every squeal and shriek he made. He loved him so much. But not enough to show mercy just yet~

He spent the next few minutes exploring every last spot he could think of.

“REGGIE PLEAHEHESE!!”

“James you’re practically a walking tickle spot it’s hilarious!!” Regulus teased through his own laughter.

“Are you sorry for annoying me?,” He eased up slightly not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

“I aham!! I’m sohorryhy” His laughter was frantic and bubbly as Regulus slowly dragged his fingers across his lower stomach.

“Are you sure~” Regulus asked digging his thumbs into the other boys hips.

“YEHEHEHES I PROHOMISE!! PLEAHESE STAHAHAP!!” His laughter turned silent and Regulus took that as his cue to stop. He pulled his still giggling boyfriend into his arms.

“Youhure ehevil.” Laughter dying down, James snuggled into Regulus’ chest.

“But you love me, idiot.” He smiled fondly at him while gently rubbing away any remaining tingles from his attack. They laid there limbs tangled together for who knows how long. Neither of them truly cared, they were content with each others silent company. Until Regulus broke the silence.

“Hey James?”

“Mm?”

“You still up for quidditch?”

“Maybe later.. I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied hugging his boy closer.

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Sirius: *puking in the toilet*

Peter: ah is it a hangover?

Remus: no he walked in on James and Regulus shagging this morning

Peter:

Peter: oh

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Hiii i love your ficsss🤍🤍

could you write a lee regulus fic?? he's one of my favorite characters too!!!

Sorry if something is written wrong I don't speak English well so I'm using the help of the translator

When we were younger

A/N~ AGH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO WRITE LEE REGULUS!! You didn’t give me much prompt so I played around a little hehe. I hope you like it :D (P.S your English is perfect my dear!!)

LEE~ Regulus Black

LER~ Sirius Black

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Regulus was in a bad mood.

This wasn’t a very uncommon event but it seemed to be worse than his usual brooding and his friends were starting to notice.

“Regulus, are you alright mate?” Barty asked, finally giving in to Evan and Pandoras looks of concern.

“I’m fine.” He snapped glaring at him. He felt bad for being so rude but he had bigger problems right now..

The quidditch final was coming up soon and with him being seeker there was a lot of pressure on him to do his best.

On top of that he had, had the worst day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong.

This morning he spilt his breakfast all over himself and knocked his tea into someone else’s in the process.

On the way to his first class he accidentally walked through Nearly headless Nick. During his second he realised he had forgotten the homework and then received double for that night.

Finally, at the end of the day when he believed his bad luck was over his idiotic classmate blew up their potions project and they now had to start from scratch.

All Regulus wanted to do was sit in the common room and be angry. As much as he appreciated his friends for caring about him, he isn’t the greatest at showing it.. So scowling at the floor it is.

At least that was his plan until his brother showed up.

“There’s my favourite brother!!” Sirius exclaimed, perching himself on the arm of the sofa Regulus sat upon.

“I’m your only brother Sirius.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you all grumpy about huh? Barty said you were getting snappy, everything ok Reg?”

“I said I’m fine!!” He spoke through gritted teeth. Why was everyone so interested in bothering him today?

“Well that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.” Sirius mumbled moving closer to his brother.

“Look, if you’re just gonna sit here all doom and gloom I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures.”

God he’s dramatic. What was he on about anyway??

The others were still in the room and were as confused as Regulus.

“What do you mean drastic measures?” Evan piped up.

“Well my dear Rosier, when we were younger and Reggie here was in one of his moods I had my ways of making him smile.” Oh shit.

It all came rushing back to him now. Memories of laughter and so called tickle monsters. He was panicking, he couldn’t let his friends see that. No way. He had to get out of there before Sirius could embarrass him.

Sirius knew exactly what Regulus was thinking and as he attempted to bolt for the door Sirius tackled him to the ground.

“Sirius get off!! This is childish-” He was cut off by wiggling fingers reaching his sides.

He clamped his mouth shut refusing to give Sirius the satisfaction. Sirius wouldn’t give up that easily though.

“You and I both know who’s going to win here little brother, you might as well give up now and save the us the hassle.” He could see Regulus was close to breaking but that boy was stubborn as hell.

He used one hand to lift his arms above his head using the other to continue his ticklish onslaught.

“Regulus you leave me no choice.. You asked for this” He smirked shoving both hands under his brothers arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Regulus cackled.

He completely lost it, loud and boisterous laughter erupting from his chest.

Sirius grinned so wide he thought his face would split in two. Seeing Regulus like that was so rare nowadays, he was soaking up every last giggle while he still could.

“Are you gonna stop being so angry at the world?” Sirius teased poking at his ribs.

“YEHEHEHES” Regulus was so worn out from laughing that all he could do was oblige.

“Annddd who’s the greatest brother of all time?” He slowed the attack to hear the younger boys answer.

“You’re soho duhumb.” He giggled through heavy breathing.

“That’s not an answer.” He stated rapidly squeezing his sides again.

“OKAY OKAHAHY IHITS YOUUU!! PLEAHSE SIRIUHUS!!” He begged throwing his head back in hysterics.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed ruffling regulus’ hair.

What the two brother failed to remember was that there were three slytherins standing watching this whole scene play out.

They would tease Reg about this later but for now they’d leave the two have their moment. After all it was nice to see their friend smiling for once.

Just like when they were younger<33

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7 w/ barty x evan👀👀👀👀

Tickletober Day 7~ Flustered

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LEE: Evan

LER: Barty ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

💙WARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC NSFW DNI💙

“Evan.. are you blushing!?” Barty teased, wiggling his fingers along his sides. Poor Evan who had been trying to sit comfortably on his boyfriend’s lap, was now subject to Barty’s very tickly shenanigans. He was growing more and more embarrassed by the second. The noises he was making weren’t exactly something he was proud of either..

Barty on the other hand was VERY proud of the noises he was currently eliciting from the other, and how incredibly blushy it was making him. “Aww Evan you’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this!!” He remarked, his hands worming their way under his arms. “BAHAHARTY STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!” Evan cackled throwing his head back against his very pleased boyfriends shoulder.

What a mistake that was as it left his neck totally vulnerable to his evil boyfriends attack. Barty wasted no time in taking advantage of one of his personal favourite spots on Evans. His reasoning for this was the adorably frantic reactions he received when he exploited that specific area.

Evan would scrunch up his shoulders in attempt to dodge the ticklish sensations, but once he would succeed in protecting one side of his extremely sensitive neck, Barty only moved to the other!! There was no escape from his boyfriends torturous raspberries.

Evan was at the point where he was so terribly flustered from it all that he couldn’t even manage to look Barty in the eyes.

“Why on earth would I stop when we both know you love this~” Barty chuckled nuzzling his nose against his giggly boyfriends ear while still continuing with his side and under arm attacks. Evans face darkened from a light pink blush that was dusting his cheeks to a deep red ranging from the tips of his ears the base of his neck. Eventually Bartys attack came to an end and it left Evan an embarrassed pile of giggles.

“Evan you’re soho red!! God I love bullying you.” Barty was laughing as he pulled his former victim closer to him.

“Shut uhup i hahate you!!” Evan groaned shoving his face into the taller boys shoulder.

“Love you too giggles~” and with that they settled comfortably on the sofa with Evan releasing the last dregs of his laughter and Barty enjoying every second.

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 20 - Cursed

Tighnari x Cyno

A/N: the amount of times Cyno calls Tighnari 'Nari' in this one is ridiculous, but do I regret it? I certainly don't dkdkfkf This one also got longer than the others, so I hope you enjoooy iiitt

"A curse?"

"Yes, something like that," Cyno said, smiling tenderly when Tighnari pressed a kiss to his forehead as he placed a cup of tea in front of him. “Thank you, Nari– some treasure hoarders disguised as Akademiya students were discovered stealing some ancient scrolls that no one has been able to decipher,” he explained, taking a quick sip of his tea as Tighnari sat beside him on the couch. 

“That is weird. To think the Akademiya would let something like that slide… but if they do not know what is written on the scrolls, why do you say you’ve been cursed?”

Cyno wrapped an arm around Tighnari’s shoulders, leaving the cup on the little table in front of them. “Well, apparently, the reason why these scrolls were well hidden was because anyone who is in contact with them, gets cursed."

"Did you touch them, Cyno?"

Cyno tensed up. Oh no, that was Tighnari's nagging tone.

"N-Nari, I didn't know they were cursed! They only said so when I had put them back! I promise!" 

Tighnari frowned. "And what kind of course is it?"

"W-Well, they don't know. They say it's something different each time. Some people forget who they are, some others fall into a deep sleep, s-some others lose their vision?"

Tighnari gasped and quickly got on his feet. "Are you crazy?! What are we going to do?! When is it going to happen?!"

"N-Nari!" Cyno took his hand, trying to pull him back to the couch. "They say the curse has an immediate effect, so whatever is going on, it's happening right now," he said, trying to calm his lover. "Also, the curse has a limited time! It depends on the person, they said, but most of the times, it goes away within a few days! I remember who I am, I am wide awake and I still have my vision, see?" 

Tighnari looked at him intently, his eyes lingering in the glowing purple of Cyno's vision. It was true that Cyno didn't feel extraordinarily strange. He was tired, but that was only natural after a long day of work and the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach were also common when seeing Tighnari. Everything was just as always.

Tighnari hummed, sitting back beside Cyno. “Well, you should tell me if you feel anything strange.”

Cyno smiled, nodding softly. “I will, Nari,” he said, leaning in to kiss Tighnari’s lips. The forest ranger kissed him back gladly; for a moment Cyno grew worried, would he pass the curse to Tighnari if they kissed? That’d be troublesome, indeed, but once he felt Tighnari’s breath fanning across his face, he couldn’t hold back. 

Cyno gently cupped Tighnari’s face and pulled apart from the kiss so he could tilt Tighnari’s head back and kiss his neck. Tighnari shivered and when Cyno kissed a sweet spot under his jaw, he giggled. 

“You knohow that spot tickles.” Cyno flinched heavily, pressing his body against Tighnari’s with a soft squeal. “Cy-Cyno? What’s wrong?”

Cyno blinked, pulling apart, looking at Tighnari’s face and then at his face. “Did you just… tickle me?”

Tighnari tilted his head to the side. “No? I said you tickled me- whoa!”

Cyno flinched again, jerking to the side and letting out a soft giggle as he felt something brushing against his side. He was certain Tighnari’s hands weren’t touching him. And when he quickly checked his side, there was nothing, not even a bug crawling up his skin. Was he imagining things?

“Are you okay, Cyno?” Tighnari sounded worried again and Cyno was quick to take his hands and kiss his fingers. "Is this about the curse?"

“I am okay, I just felt a little itchy on my side, that’s all. Did I scare you?” 

Tighnari hummed affirmatively, but soon was humming pleasantly as Cyno started to kiss his neck again. Tighnari smelled so good, Cyno wasn’t sure if it was his ointments and oils, but he smelled fresh and nice and-

“Cynoho, stohop doing that, it really tickles- again?!”

Cyno shrugged his shoulders, giggling when he felt a tickle under his ear, the exact spot where he was nuzzling his nose to smell Tighnari’s scent. Why was that happening? It seemed that every time Tighnari said that word Cyno would feel-

Oh.

Oh no.

Tighnari gasped, “Cyno… do you have a tickling curse- ah, you do!”

Again, Cyno giggled, shivering when he felt something akin to fingers brushing down his spine. He had a tickling curse. How humiliating, of all things, it had to be a tickling curse? Really? He had to admit, though, this was better than losing your memories or your vision, but still… wasn’t it a bit too stupid? And was this triggered only when Tighnari said any variations of the word tickle? Would other people also trigger the curse if-

“Tickle.”

Cyno doubled over, laughing when an invisible hand clawed at his tummy. “Nahahari!” Cyno looked up at him with an arm around his middle. “Stohop saying that!”

Tighnari giggled, “so this is the curse? Perhaps the scrolls knew you didn’t have bad intentions?”

Cyno blushed, “that’s silly, Nari. Now, I think we should go to bed and rest for-

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Cyno threw his head back, laughing loudly, his hands clawing at his sides in an attempt to make the sensation go away. It felt like someone was squeezing up and down his flanks, but there wasn’t anything there, only the pure tickly sensation. 

“I think the scrolls knew you were very ticklish.”

“Nahahahari, plehehease! Dohohon’t say that word!”

Tighnari laughed. “Oh, I wish I had a Kamera right now, you look so cute. How does it feel to be tickled by actually nothing, Cyno?” Cyno couldn’t talk between his laughter as the tickling latched to his hips. He jerked and squirmed around the couch as Tighnari chuckled and giggled seeing his reactions. “Hey, if I say I want to tickle your ribs, does it work? Oh, it does.”

Cyno cackled, wrapping his arms around his ribcage, but the tickling spread from the lowest one to the highest, making him shiver and arch his back, the sensation unbearable. 

“Nahahahari! Dohohon’t be mehehean!” 

“I am not mean, maybe if we make use of the curse it will fade away sooner?” Probably because he was already overwhelmed by the tickling, Cyno thought that that wasn’t such a bad idea, but he could barely say anything as the tickling wrapped around each of his ribs, making him hiccup already. “Maybe, if it tickles more it’ll be faster!”

No, he was just being mean!

“Nahahari, don’t you da-

“Maybe some tickles under your arms will do the trick.”

“AHAHAHAHA! N-NAHAHARI!” Cyno clamped his arms to his sides, shrieking with laughter. Of course Tighnari had to get his worst spot, right? He soon became incapacitated by the tickles and could only throw his head back in hysterics. “NOHOHO!”

Tighnari chuckled seeing his lover laughing his head off. “Tell me, do you feel less ticklish?”

Cyno was howling, tears of laughter falling down the sides of his face. He certainly didn’t feel less ticklish, if anything, he felt even more ticklish the more Tighnari said the word. Oh, it seemed he was really going to die because of this curse. Dying of laughter wasn’t so bad, was it?

“Okay, I won't say the word. Stop now- oh it worked! Does the curse respond to my commands?” Tighnari said and Cyno collapsed on the couch, laughing still as the sensation stopped all at once, leaving him twitching at the residual tingles under his arms. “Are you okay there, Cyno?”

“N-Nahahari,” Cyno whined, trying to sit up. “Y-You are soho mehean,” he said before feeling Tighnari’s lips pressing against the tip of his nose. 

“And you are so cute,” he said, wrapping his arms around Cyno’s waist. “I am glad this was your curse, Cyno. I was really worried.”

Cyno huffed, wrapping his arms around Tighnari’s shoulders. His poor lover, he really had a bad time thinking that something terrible would happen to him, in that case, tickling was not all that bad. 

“I think you’ll have to stay here until the curse fades off,” Tighnari said and Cyno nodded. “I wouldn’t want anyone accidentally tickling my boyfriend.” Cyno started to giggle, feeling the tickling against his ears. “And seeing his cute smile as he gets the tickles on his hips.” Cyno nearly pushed Tighnari off him as the tickling kneaded at his hips. “Or his tummy?”

“Nahahahahari! Stahahahap!”

Oh, Tighnari was really going to kill him!

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James *to Reggie*: Hey, baby girl ;)

Regulus: Why did you call me that?

James: It's a term of endearment!

Regulus: It's wrong. I am neither a baby nor a girl :/

James: ...

Regulus: I am autistic though.