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Tickle attack- But you’re so nonchalant that you’re not ticklish.

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Reimagined Tickling #6

Winx Club/K-Pop Demon Hunters

A fic for the literal final minute of 2025!

A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

For this one, I'm using the scene from Winx Club where a pixie tickles Darcy into helplessness...

And doing a variation on that with...

…Huntrix!! (Specifically Mira.)

Mira’s fingers strummed the yew pole of her gokdo. Alone, silent. Focused. The intense and earthy scent of pine prickled her nostrils. Lots of memories were in this place.

The lush evergreen getaways of Bijarim Forest…in addition to being a terrible climate for black leather armor…held great spiritual significance to the Hunters, and to the generations of shamans before them. During the band’s formation, Celine sometimes took them to the forest shrines to pray and hone their weapon skills. But this time, the trio of devil-slaying dynamos weren’t visiting for a history lesson, nor a concert. Rumors had been flooding in from all over Jeju Island that local women’s husbands were mysteriously disappearing, supposedly seduced by evil forest spirits with magical delicacies (probably ramyeon, or maybe delicious sandwich platters) and stolen away to hell. To everyone else, it was nonsense…pure, checkout-line-at-the-drugstore tabloid garbage. But to the Hunters, it could only mean one thing…

…no, not magicians. (Or LSD.) It meant the ureongi gaksi demons were back.

These tiny female sprites lived inside discarded snail shells, fashioned into homes which all nestled together like the Smurf village of Junji Ito’s dreams, where they cooked up all manner of alluring and fragrant dishes to lure lonely men’s souls to the underworld. The way to a guy’s heart was through his stomach, after all.

And now, at least a dozen of them were hopping around in parabolic arcs on the forest floor, to escape from the giant Huntress lady who menaced them.

“Grrrrr; I don’t talk, but I…Gah! …I bite, full of venom, uh…ur…spittin’ facts, you know that’s how it’s done done DONE!!” Mira rapped aggressively as she swung her pike like a baseball bat. These damn things were so tiny. The Honmoon rippled with each successive strike, and bands of light swallowed the Lilliputian women as soon as they were felled. “If I knew we were doing pest control I would’ve brought a freaking bug zapper!”

Her blade took two dozen more victims that day. In a shower of pink sparks and splintered bark, bride after bride was sent back to the demon realm. It wasn’t long before the only sound left was the rustling of the canopy above, and as far as Mira could tell, she was alone.

“Heh. Last one,” she smirked…until one final sprite leapt from the tree and landed right on the bridge of her nose.

Oh, of course.

Incensed, she reached up to flick the tiny creature away, but it made a surprise move and scurried quickly into her wristband. She tried to snatch it, but it slid through her fingers and right down her arm. This humanoid gnat had pins and needles instead of limbs, and it made Mira’s skin crawl.

“Hey, that itches,” she snarled and scratched at her forearm. Before she could catch the little bug, it slipped even deeper into her costume, down her ribcage ladder and along her side, until it reached a particularly soft spot on her waistline…and suddenly, it began to scratch.

“W-hait, now it tickles! Heh! Now it tickles!”

The back of Mira’s neck buzzed. She frantically started grabbing and smacking her suit, but it was no use…the diminutive maiden was too fast. “Huheh! Hey, would you stohop it…Get off me!!”

The leather had betrayed her. Her skintight bodysuit clung to her like melted glue. Her belly trembled at the demon’s touch, and she crashed helpless to her knees in the dirt. With each new tingly pinch and poke, more hot gushes of laughter rolled up through her stomach and out her throat…she almost felt sick. She couldn’t stop.

Mira didn’t know what this gaksi was thinking, but she hazarded a wild guess:

“Let’s see you sing now.”

———

Enormous black boots, too big for the feet inside them, clomped over a decorative bridge. A small manmade brook, perfect for tourist-trappy Instagram photos, bubbled beneath. It was quiet…tooooo quiet. (Dun-dun-duuuuuuuun) Readying her shinkal, Zoey struck a dramatic ninja pose. Laser-focused. She was totally ON it.

“Allll-right…come on out, you mean little boogers,” the youngest huntress growled. “Where are you hiding?”

To Zoey’s surprise, she actually received a reply, but not at all the one she expected. It sounded like a young woman calling out to her, somewhere off in the distance, strained and hoarse and…laughing?

“Huh Ha-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Heh…Gnk! Nn-Heh-Heh Huh-Huh!!”

Her bedazzled ears perked up. The chuckling voice that she heard was husky, rough, and wheezy, as if it were being forcibly squeezed out…not very loud, but sharp, and it carried far even through the thick, humid air. It sounded just like…

“…Mira?! No way! She found them already?!” Zoey immediately turned in the direction of the sound and thundered through the trees. All she had to do was follow the giggles, and in no time at all, she reached an isolated clearing, a short distance off from one of the less-trod walkways.

And there on the ground, in a patch of dull-green paperplant only broken up by rivers of raspberry hair, was Mira—rolling around, arching her spine, kicking and slapping the earth and clawing at her leather-clad limbs like a rabid animal. Did she take a bath in poison ivy?

“Huhuh......HUH-Hehn! .....Hn! Z-ho.….Zoey, save me, Huh-Huh Heh-Heh HEHH-Hn!”

Zoey gasped. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, she pirouetted into the air and hurled one of her blades forward…straight toward Mira’s stomach.

“Huheh! No…noho wait Zoey! Waihait!”

SsssSHING!

……………….

Am I dead? Mira froze and looked down.

The knife had stopped micrometers short of her skin. It pierced the surface of her costume, stuck like a dart into a slight bulge of leather just above her belt, right where the gaksi was tickling her. Bullseye. A puff of heliotropic smoke ruptured from the small slit in Mira’s costume, echoed by a high-pitched wail, and in an instant the demon imp writhed and thrashed and was gone.

Whew. Mira’s head returned to earth. Last one.

“Mira! How could you let them ambush you like that?!” Rumi gasped, bursting suddenly out of the thicket. She’d arrived just in time to see everything but not actually be of use.

“She was tickling me; I couldn’t help it,” Mira muttered quickly…maybe if she got the words out as fast as possible, she reasoned, she wouldn’t have to dwell on the embarrassing truth for too long. Rumi, judging by the uncomfortable grimace on her face, empathized. But not everyone was so understanding.

“Ugh! You are such a big fat liar!” Zoey’s cheeks puffed up. Her lips shrank into an adorable heart-shaped pucker. She looked shocked, if not downright scandalized.

“Wha….huh? What are you talking about?” moaned Mira, still annoyed, still on her back, and still out of breath.

Pouting, the maknae raised her fingers up to form air quotes, swayed her hips sarcastically, and dropped her voice several octaves…she played the perfect Mini-Mira. “All that stuff about ‘Ohh, I’m not ticklish at all;’ ‘That’s not gonna work on meee;’ ‘Nuh-uh, tickle fights are sooo lame’…you were totally just avoiding me!”

“Oh come on, Zoey, I…”

Mira didn’t get to finish her excuse. In one swift movement, Zoey squatted and bent down over like a vulture, thrust both hands forward, and dragged her extra-long fingernails in shivering scrapes through the valleys of mesh fabric beneath Mira’s armpits.

“AAARGHH; that’s so shaharp!” Mira groaned, wiggling in the dirt. Her arms pulled in tight, bent upward like a squirrel’s. It didn’t sound like she was laughing that hard, but Zoey could see her sister’s stiff neck muscles reddening and throbbing from the strain. “Huheh, Huh-Huh Huh-Huh! *hyuck* Stooooooop...”

“Gotcha-gotcha-gotcha!”

Thankfully, Zoey’s angry little scritches only lasted a moment or two before her evil side was sated, and the eldest Hunter finally got the break she deserved. After a few more deep breaths, the exhausted Mira stretched out a hand to her bandmates. They owed her a lift up.

“Huhhh….Urgh….you……agh….you suck, Zoey.”

Gently, the girls hoisted Mira to her feet, draping her arms over their shoulders for support (while Zoey struggled against the temptation to grab her by the pits again). But they didn’t have time to recuperate. Never lose focus, not for a second. They still had work to do.

“You know what the weirdest thing is, though…” Zoey chimed in… “I am really craving some kind of ureongi kimbap right now.”

Womp, womp. The others gagged miserably.

“Ew, Zoey…” whined Rumi. Her stomach gurgled.

“I am literally never eating snails for the rest of my life.”

That was enough of that. As soon as Mira’s lungs were strong again, the trio harmonized a quick low note, and the resulting tremor in the Honmoon darted across the forest floor in a flash of fluorescent blue, before settling around a nearby bush. Built-in sonar.

Aha…there was the demons’ hiding spot.

The hunt was back on.

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💬 67 🔁 3421 ❤️ 17973 · Huntr/x as the Trix Additionally:

⬆️ As soon as I saw this amazing Hun/Trix fanart, I knew what I had to do. I’m a little out of practice, so it’s not great.

Fun fact about writing this: There are no cultural equivalent to fairies in Korea, so I started looking for a folk tale to use for inspiration and wound up finding the story of the ureongi gaksi (snail bride). Then of course I needed a fitting temperate setting to place this in and decided on Bijarim Forest…apropos of nothing, something about it just stood out to me during my research, as if plucked from thin air and placed in my lap. After this, while checking to make sure I had all the right terminology for everything, I learned that Zoey’s throwing knives are called shinkal, and they were inspired by a ritual tool that belongs to priests from a specific sect of Korean shamanism (Musok)…on southern Jeju Island. That place actually is important to the lore of KPDH. So all these story elements coalesced together totally by coincidence. For a silly, inconsequential, and not-particularly-eloquent tickle fic, written by a dumb white guy who knows jack shit about Korea, I thought that was really cool.

Hi Tumblr! Here’s my first proper tickle-themed artwork 🪶

To be honest, somewhere in the middle of working on it, I started to dislike how the drawing was turning out, but in my intro post I promised to show you all the stages of my growth as an artist.

If anyone actually likes this, I’ll be genuinely surprised… but also super happy! 💕

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