Tickle Fanfics

Brotherly Tickles

(Vampire diaries fanfic)
Requested by @STARGIRL246AA

Summary: After Jeremy disrespects a witches cemetery, he is cursed with a very unique spell.

This wasn't the first time Jeremy had come back stoned. Elena had finally had enough of his wreckless behaviour and kicked Jeremy out the house for the night. He wasn't that bothered at the time. But as the night grew cold, he started to regret his decision.

Jeremy threw his cigarette onto the woodland floor. As he put it out with his foot, he felt something underneath. He started to dig at the ground, the dirt getting in between his fingernails.

He gave out a sudden gasp as he uncovered what was underneath. A witches head.

He jumped up and back away from his discovery, clinging onto the tree behind him. He stared for a while before building up his courage to wonder back over. Another decision he would regret.

The head suddenly moved and gave out a terrifying shrill as a ghost look-a-like rose up from it.

Jeremy gave out a shriek of his own and ran as fast as he could. Just as he was about to make it out of the forest he tripped over a rock, knocking himself unconscious as his head collided with the tree infront of him.

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"Wakey wakey."

Jeremy shot up, nearly colliding with Klaus' forehead. He licked his lips, tasting a strange taste in his mouth as he sat himself up on the coach he had been placed on.

Fear filled him as he quickly realised where he was. Jeremy jumped off the couch and ran towards the door. He opened it and ran straight into Elijah's chest. Elijah swang the boy over his shoulders with ease and placed him back onto the couch.

"What do you want!" Jeremy shouted angrily at the vamps.

"Why would we want anything from you brother?" Elijah questioned with a caring tone.

Jeremy gave them a confused look, trying to figure out what they were planning.

"Im not your brother." He stated.

"You must have hit your head pretty hard."

Jeremy reached his hand to his head, not feeling any pain but his hand was covered in blood.

"Don't worry, I gave you some of my blood." Klaus smiled at him, completely out of character.

Jeremy instantly felt sick and started gagging and spitting till the taste dissapeard.

"C'mon brother, clean yourself up." Elijah handed him his handkerchief. Rolling his eyes when the boy refused it.

"Fine, I'll do it. Your staining the couch." Klaus grabbed the handkerchief from Elijah's hand and began removing the blood from the boy's forehead.

Jeremy pushed him away. He didn't know what to do, both of the most feared vampires in history are both babying him. Not only was it really weird, it was extreamy out of Character. Especially klaus.

"Stop being so stubborn." Klaus started to clean him again.

"Get off me!" Jeremy shouted, once again shoving his hands away.

Klaus started to get impatient and pinned the boy to the couch with one hand, using the other to clean him. He also noticed blood soaking through Jeremy's t-shirt. He lifted it up and started to wipe the blood down.

Jeremy bit back a smile and squirmed. He looked up to see Elijah staring at him with an amused look on his face.

"I think our dear brother is ticklish." Elijah smiled.

The young Gilbert's eyes lit up with fear and his struggling became more intense as Klaus looked at him with a mischievous smirk.

"No I'm nohohot" He giggled nervously.

Klaus began squeezing at Jeremy’s sides, wiggling his fingers. He immediately started to laugh and squirm.

“Nohohoho! Stahahahp!

“Sorry, but you lied to me!” Klaus teased. “Gotta face the consequences!"

Jeremy didn’t have much of a fight response when he was tickled. Instead, he went limp after a couple seconds and let out squeaky, high pitched laughter. “K-Klaha Klaus!” he yelped. “That’s nohohot fahahair!”

Klaus laughed, pinning the kid down on his back very gently to tickle at his tummy. “Hm? Sorry, I can’t understand you, I think you’re laughing too hard!”

“Thahaha tickles!” Jeremy squealed as Patton lifted up his shirt to scratch at his belly-button.

“Good! It’s a perfect punishment for lying to me and it’ll cheer you up,” Klaus told him, smiling at the merry laughter coming from the boys mouth. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Let’s see, how many ribs do you have?” He continued to tease.

“H-humans hahahahahah–have twehehenty four ribs!” Jeremy laughed. “You dohohon’t need to cohohount them, Klaus, nohooho!”

“Twenty-four, huh? Let’s check!” Klaus walked his fingers along Jeremy’s ribs. “One, two, three, four–oh, you’re wiggling too much, I’ve lost count!” The game was usually more effective on younger kids–Elijah used to fall for it every time, but Jeremy wasn’t protesting as hard. “I guess I’ll have to start over. One, two, three–no, stay still!”

“I cahahan’t!” giggled Logan. “It’s an involuntary respohohonse!”

“Hm, I’ll just have to hold you still then!” Patton tucked his leg over Logan’s to hold them down so he couldn’t kick, then used one hand to pin his wrists up above his head. Logan kept giggling. “Okay, that’s better! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” The higher he climbed with his fingers along Jeremy’s side, the louder the kid’s laughter became. Klaus grinned. “Nine, ten, eleven, twelve! Yep, twelve on that side!” He gave Jeremy’s armpit a poke, eliciting a squeal. “Now I’ve got to make sure it’s the same number on both sides.”

“I-i-it is, I prohohomise!”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna check anyway. After all, you did lie to me earlier.” Klaus  started at the top on the other side, working his way down. “One, two, three…”

Jeremy pressed his head back against the mattress, trembling as he laughed.

He let go of Klaus’s wrists so his arms could fly back down to his sides, trying to protect the ticklish spots but actually ending up trapping Klaus' fingers there. “Oh, dear, whatever shall I do now?” Klaus teased, wiggling his index fingers into the sensitive skin. “Does that tickle?”

“Yehehes!” Jeremy protested. “Klaus!” His laughter was weakening. “O-ohokay, I gehehahahaha! I get it! Plehehease!”

“Please what?” Klaus inquired, but he started to slow down.

“Stohohop, no mohohore tihihickles!” pleaded Jeremy.

Klaus pulled his hands away. “Had enough?”

Jeremy nodded, still giggling. He allowed klaus to resume cleaning him even though most of the blood had been smeared off from all his struggling. He didn't protest in fear of going through the torture again. He sat there for a while, trying to figure out what was happening.

This was way longer than I intended for it to be but I'm not complaining 😂. I'm sorry for the characters being out of character but it's Very hard for me to imagine Klaus tickling the shit out of Jeremy. Hope you like it.