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Wyll's Enchanted Boots: Part 2!

Act 2, also

It didn't take long for the group to come back. Tav, Gale, Laezel, and Halsin had spent a long day in the shadow lands searching for hints about a child named Thaniel, and had made little progress other than adding to their map, felling some enemy creatures, and meeting with some harpers. They would head northwest the next day in search of that inn they mentioned, but their day had been cut short to exhaustion.

Tav and Gale collapsed at Shadowheart's tent to heal while the others went off on their own.

Halsin was used to getting looks from his new allies, but he felt more intense gazes as he headed back. He tried to meet eyes with Astarion and Wyll, who looked away too quickly. Both looked quite disheveled and flustered.

A smile tugged at his lips. "Did something happen while we were gone?"

"Hm?" Astarion answered too innocently. "Oh, nothing much. We scavenged a ruin nearby and found fresh clothes. Wyll found some boots your size, they're already near your tent."

Wyll snapped his attention to Astarion. "You-! Nonsense, Astarion brought everything back by himself."

"Don't be modest darling, not when you went through all of that hard work trying on the enchanted clothes."

"And here I thought you were the one to make those yourself. Seems I underestimated your mischief."

Halsin was too tired to mind whatever was going on between the two. He continued to his tent near the water and stripped off his armor piece by piece, sighing in relief to change into fresh clothing after a long day in darkness.

The eyes remained on him, as they usually do when he changes. But this time something different happened.

Something very different.

He slipped into a fresh pair of boots, new ones that must have come from their scavenging, and he turned to check on the others.

He felt the boots tighten - odd - and as he took that first step he nearly crumpled to the ground. A feather-like tickle ran up his soles, and another after that. His face twisted in confusion, then realization as the enchanted boots started to tickle every inch of his feet without mercy. He chuckled and looked to Astarion and Wyll, whose grins were as wide as the druid's. He did not see Karlach and Shadowheart also looking, momentarily distracted from her healing spell.

"Oh - OH!" He stomped his feet on the ground as the magic kept tickling, and his giggling picked up. Halsin crossed his arms over his stomach and crumpled to his knees. "Wha-HAHAHA! Whahat is thihihis?!"

"Got him!" Karlach cheered. "Poor Wyll couldn't handle those things for more than a few minutes. Isn't it fun?"

"He couldn't handle being grabbed by his love handles either," Astarion teased. He pinched Wyll's exposed sides and got smacked.

"I can't help my sensitivities," Wyll pouted. He fended off Astarion's teasing fingers as Halsin belly laughed harder and louder. "Stop! Let Halsin be the center of attention, will you? I've been tortured enough today."

"Hmph. I'd wager Halsin rivals even you Wyll! He's certainly as loud."

Halsin was fully lying on the ground, kicking his legs against the dirt. He tried to remove the boots, but they held tight to his skin. He flopped back over as they dug beneath his toes. A squeal escaped him, and he pounded a fist on the ground. How long had it been since his nerves were exploited in such a silly way? Had they ever been? Certainly no one was brave enough since he became an archdruid. He had forgotten how fun it could be, and admired how it brightened the team around him. They had all been so melancholy after the creche.

"Whoa," Tav breathed as they approached the hysterical giant behind Karlach. "Where did you guys find those?!"

"Astarion did earlier today near some ruins," Shadowheart said firmly. "He and Wyll were going at it earlier. It was his idea to give them to Halsin next."

"Stop dropping names," Astarion said nervously. "Stop dropping my name. Karlach brought them to his tent, after all."

"Yeah but he can't touch me without burning, unlike you Mister Giggles," Karlach laughed. "Halsin! You doing okay?"

Their favorite gentle giant was giggling so hard he could only gargle through half-started words and jumbled pleads. He kept his arms crossed over his stomach and rolled from side to side, kicking all the while. Tears of mirth were escaping the corners of his eyes.

"Well he isn't begging for it to stop," Gale said softly. "I hope that means he's enjoying himself?"

Halsin nodded through his hysteria.

"I don't think you can take them off when you're wearing both shoes," Wyll commented. "Astarion and Karlach got them off when they were wearing one boot each, but it was impossible for me when I was wearing both…So, uh, one of us will actually need to… step in here." He grinned at himself.

Tav groaned at the pun. "You guys were in camp tickling one another while we were risking our lives fighting shadow creatures? There was a massive fucking spider man out there, goblins, undead creatures...Godsdamn it all, why couldn't you wait until we were back?! I would have loved to see Wyll losing his mind! And Karlach can be touched with these?!"

"Oh yeah," Karlach sighed. "Wish it could tickle other parts of me…"

"We have to entertain ourselves somehow while you're away," Astarion shrugged. "And look! You have your giggley show now, don't you? I didn't think it would really be so easy to fall the mighty archdruid."

"IHIHI'M GOHOHOING TO KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!" Halsin roared. He wasn't really having a bad time. Their group had been through a lot in such a short period of time and he hadn't laughed so hard in many long years. Being the center of their delight wasn't a blow to his ego, if it brought a genuine smile to everyone's faces. "GeheheHET DOHOHOWN HEHEHEHERE!" He barely managed to sit up, his entire frame shaking with mirth. He took a swing for Astarion's legs, missed, and growled as he tried to crawl forward.

"Oh~!" Shadowheart giggled. "He's mobile, Astarion!"

"Oh fuck - I'll get those boots off if you don't retaliate! Wyll and Shadowheart already got their revenge on me earlier!"

Halsin lunged again for the nearest person and managed to grab Shadowheart's leg. "Nahahahat….FOR MEHEHEHEE!"

She squeaked and knelt down to stop his fingers from curling into her knee and subsequently thigh. "Hehey! I didn't do anythihihing!" Still, she didn't put up much of a fight when he pulled her down into his lap and started to squeeze her belly. She snorted and began to giggle with a very red face at being manhandled by the group's current crush - besides Tav - and subjected to torture.

"Bah," Laezel finally spoke. "To be stroked lightly and laugh in such a way - how human. And childish."

"Please, it's fun!" Karlach threw out her arms. "Gods, as soon as I can touch you all I'll show you how a proper tickle fight should go. You'll see Laezel, they're so much fun with friends! Wyll you'll have to be my first, I already know some of your tickle spots and your laugh is so sweet! Gods, we need to catch up with Dammon."

Wyll tensed at the idea of being under Karlach's mercy, giant that she was, and shuddered in secret delight. "I'd…I'd be honored to see your joy when that happens," He said honestly but very hesitantly. "As long as you show some mercy."

"I'll watch," Laezel crossed her arms, secretly admiring Halsin's mirth. "But involve me and suffer death."

"Now that I'll avoid."

"Hehehelp!" Shadowheart giggled. "C-cahahan't! Escahahahape!"

"GihihHIHIHIVE MEhehehe Astahahahariohohohon! HaHAHAHA!" Halsin bellowed out deep belly laughter again when Shadowheart stopped clawing at his hands, and instead reached back to claw his own sides.

"Well if I'm being thrown under the bus I may as well deserve it," Astarion sighed and cracked his neck. Wyll was easy to defeat in a tickle fight, but he knew Halsin would absolutely kill him. "Tav? Or Gale? Get his arms up, won't you?"

Gale smiled and cast mage hand. It hovered in front of Halsin and Shadowheart, and with some extra concentration it grabbed Halsin's hands and lifted them. "Alright, have your fun."

"With pleasure," Tav and Astarion both descended on Halsin with Shadowheart. Halsin fell backwards onto his back, cackling madly. Fingers fluttered and squeezed over his muscled stomach, into fleshy sides, creeping into his armpits, tip-toed and counted out his most sensitive ribs. He roared when - Tav? - squeezed that most sensitive spot just under his pectorals and into his top ribs. Shadowheart was pinching the softness below his navel. He rolled back and forth in a new level of hysteria he hadn't experienced in well over a century - it wasn't unwelcome, but he was going to get them all back for this. Namely Astarion, whose fingers curling in his armpits and skittering over biceps were sending electric bolts down his spine.

"FIHIHIHIGHT FAHAHAHAIRLY!" He yelled. "GAHAAAAA! AHAHAHASSES! YOU DARE ATTACK AHAHAHAN! ALLY?! HAAaaaaaaaAAAHAHA!"

"Here," Feeling more sympathetic than the rest, Wyll sat on Halsin's legs to try and pull the boots off - he needed some form of relief. "Don't go too hard on him guys, I'm sure they've had a long day."

"Mm, I did most of the work," Gale coughed. "I finally got my fireball spell back."

"Most useful," Laezel nodded. "But it was I who had the highest body count today. You merely helped weaken them."

"Well without my fireballs we would have needed to use a revive scroll, or Withers, with the way you charge into battle."

Laezel took a moment to give Gale the benefit of the doubt. When he didn't continue with an apology for his boastful ego she uncrossed her arms and hesitantly started to poke at his sides and ribs from behind in retaliation. She used softer touches that she observed being used on Halsin, and Gale's concentration was broken instantly to a giggle fit. He curled in on himself and bent over in vain to escape her vice-like grip, but she pulled him into her chest. One arm held his waist, and the other pinched and poked at it.

"Hehehey! W-what- Lae'zel! Hehe!"

"Say that I'm more efficient in battle than you are!" She demanded, gaining confidence now that he was reacting the way Halsin was. "Suffer my superior light hearted torture!"

"Aw, aw, guys!" Karlach gasped. "Guys! It's our first tickle fight and I can't even touch you? Fucking hells that sucks!"

"Want a boot?" Wyll quickly hopped off of Halsin's legs with the enchanted boots, just in time for the mage hand to disappear with Gale's concentration. Halsin was free. "We'll get you one of these days ourselves."

"Gimme one, nobody can keep me from being a part of this!" Karlach cheered and pulled on one of the shoes so she could be a part of the tickle fight that was breaking out.

Wyll sat beside her and watched the madness erupt. "I don't think you'll need these boots when we can touch you again," He teased. "You'll have our very willing team."

With his arms free and feet no longer being tortured, Halsin had grabbed the person who wasn't running away fastest: Astarion. And that was only because he was pushed into Halsin's body by Tav and Shadowheart to avoid that very fate. The spawn squealed in fear, girlishly swatting at Halsin's large arms as they wrapped around him. Halsin managed to keep the vampire on his chest as one extremely large hand covered the entirety of his belly, and scratched at it with vigor. Astarion choked on his first cackle, and then the noises he made would have made one think a hyena had entered their camp.

"Prank an archdruid, and suffer the consequences!" Halsin roared in victory. Astarion writhed like a flopping fish on him, but he held fast. "I'm coming after ALL of you!" His large fingers scuttled to Astarion's sides, then ribs, and avoided his swinging arms by going directly into his armpits.

Astarion's arms clamped to his sides, quite uselessly, and he practically jumped out of his skin. "NAHT THERE NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" He arched his back into Halsin's chest and howled, stuck on his back. With both of Halsin's hands preoccupied, he finally managed to roll off him to the ground.

The escape attempt was stopped quickly. Halsin sat up and pulled Astarion into his lap, wiggling his fingers in those death spots all the while. "I'll be staying right here," Halsin assured him. "To teach you a valuable lesson!"

Gale made it to his knees in front of Wyll and Karlach, the unfortunate first victim of Laezel's merciless fingers. "Admit it or suffer more forced laughter!" She kept demanding. "I am the best fighter! Even now I have you lying defenseless beneath me in a hilarious fit! Suffer a most silly wrath!"

Unfortunately, Gale couldn't breathe, and therefore couldn't answer. Choked pleads and squeals and half-hearted attempts to get her to move were to no avail, and he couldn't laugh hard enough from the militant alien's insufferable tickle torture. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and it was all he could do to keep his arms firmly pinned to his sides.

Tav and Shadowheart looked at each other with bright smiles. Shadowheart looked at Astarion, back at Tav, and had to shout over the maniacal cackling and howling laughter. "Get his knees!"

"No! Really?" Tav didn't hesitate. Too excited by the prospect of seeing Astarion giddy and out of control, they knelt down in front of the pair. Halsin had wrapped one leg around one of Astarion's, but the vampire's other kicked dirt.

Just before Tav could start squeezing the trapped knee, Shadowheart's nimble fingers wormed their way under their arms. Tav squeaked at the betrayal and was pulled backwards into the cleric's chest, just like Astarion and Halsin across from them.

Astarion was bent in half in Halsin's lap, shaking and cackling with giant bear fingers trapped and wriggling in his armpits. He started to slump over to the side and was pulled right back into Halsin's chest with a shout. He was shown a slight mercy as Halsin finally pinched his way down to Astarion's tummy again, and the poor thing snorted and twisted.

Finally, FINALLY, the squeezes and skitters slowed to pokes and slower vibrations that Astarion could breathe and gasp through. "Oh, oho, haha, heheh, f-fahack…Ah gahahads, yohou're evihihil!"

"Evil wouldn't involve breaks," Halsin pinched his hip.

"AHA!...B-break? You're not blohohoody stahahapping!"

"Look around you," He nodded to the group. Tav and Shadowheart were making each other squeak as they fought for control. Gale was wheezing as Wyll tried to talk Lae'zel into letting the matter drop. Karlach was in the middle of taking off the tickle boot, watching the group too. She gave Halsin and Astarion a wink. "I've never seen anything like it. You have made everyone so happy this evening. Even if it started at my expense, I intend for it to end at yours. Shared delight is such a wonderful gift like that, isn't it?"

"Hah? HAAAAAAHAHAHA!" Astarion swayed to the side and managed to fall over. Halsin was digging into his sides again, and focused both large hands on scribbling into the one now facing up. Astarion could only battle weakly at the stronger man's hands.

Tav and Shadowheart finally called a truce, and Lae'zel was showing Gale mercy only because he had started to wheeze more than laugh. Wyll patted his back as Karlach grabbed the boots to hide at someone else's tent. Halsin wouldn't be done with Astarion for a few more minutes. Noticeably, he wasn't begging for it to stop.

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate tickling #bg3 wyll #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 halsin #bg3 karlach #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tickle #bg3 tickling #lee!halsin #tickling #i love this story

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angelatmidnight1 · 14 days

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Congrats on finishing the game! I agree on this game being absolutely *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻 -caatnip

Thank you, it was a wonderful experience. And I’ve only uncovered a small part of the game, so I can’t wait to see what other story arcs there are 😁

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angelatmidnight1 · 14 days

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I finally finished my main playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3. Without mentioning any spoilers, I'll just say that it's a phenomenal game and it deserved every single award that they got. 🧡

#baldur's gate 3

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angelatmidnight1 · 16 days

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Sorry for the non-digital art, but I don't have a way to make it rn :// anyways, enjoy lee!Gale Dekarios from BG3! This fandom is starved and by gods am I gonna feed it.

#bg3 gale #bg3 tickling #lee!gale dekarios #super cute #rizzard of waterdeep

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angelatmidnight1 · 18 days

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It's my b-day today :D Gonna hop back into the bg3 fray.

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angelatmidnight1 · 18 days

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Happy birthday! I hope you have a fantastic day!! 🎈🎉🎁🎂 - caatnip

Thank you so much! 🥳

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angelatmidnight1 · 26 days

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Belly Rubs

Gale just needs some love and a night of laughter :) Bloodweave for sure.

"My love?"

"Yes darling?"

"There is…something I would very much like to try with you, if you will allow me."

Astarion looked up from his book at Gale, who was nervously fidgeting his hands at the tent entrance. He had frequently let Astarion in at night since starting their relationship, but tonight Gale had been at the fire until now.

He raised a brow with a confident smirk. He loved it when Gale got tongue tied. "That depends, dear. Will the ending involve one of us screaming the other's name? You forgot to cast a sound barrier last time and Laezel is still asking me to do that trick to her. I've told her it doesn't take much with you," His brows furrowed into the tease with a sharper grin, but Gale was already flustered enough from whatever he was about to request. He relaxed back onto Gale's bed. "...Oh, stop giving me those sad puppy eyes and spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I want to take you up on those belly rubs you playfully offered earlier," He admitted. "And I would very much like to make you laugh as well. I've missed your smile the further we go into these dark caverns. And don't worry - I've sound proofed the tent," He assured, as though that was what would comfort Astarion's surprise in the moment. "Now that we've finally set up camp I think we're due for some cheer."

"You want me to…? Really? Come lay down then darling," Setting the book to the side, he patted his lap. "If you can keep your hands to yourself you may get me to play along once it's my turn."

"Oh my, wait, really? I'll try my best! Thank you, truly, I was so nervous there for a bit," Suddenly giddy, Gale removed his shirt and folded it neatly on his bag in the corner. He climbed onto the bed, lying with his head in Astarion's lap.

"Ohhhh no, dear. Heh. Lay with your belly in front of me. That's what should be in my lap. Scoot up and lay across my lap like a good little wizard."

Again nervous, Gale slowly slid himself into the right position. His back popped as it extended out. "Stop when I say, ah, weave? No, red! Be easier to hear in a giggle fit, when I say red."

Astarion moved strands of hair from Gale's face in a moment of fondness. "Keep your hands behind your head, if you can. If you can't speak, pinch my arm."

Gale did as told, already smiling in anticipation. "Thanks, Astarion. I can't tell you how much I neheeded thihihis!" Slow and awkward giggles bubbled from his lips. The vampire was running his fingers lightly, so lightly, in circles around the exposed tummy in front of him. Before Gale covered his eyes with an arm he saw a much softer smile on the other's face, one that was reserved for their private moments. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy himself - he wanted and needed a moment like this.

"This is fun, I'll give you that," He made sure to not just run his fingers in circles: he made shapes and patterns in light swipes, drawing mostly stars and circles into the skin that made Gale twitch or change pitches in his inconsistent giggle spurts. "Your giggle does make me smile too, darling. So contagious. Shame that arm has to hide your pretty face. If it muffles any of those delicious giggles I'll have to do something about it."

He traced a long nail up Gale's abdomen, between his pectorals and back down to circle the edge of his navel. That made the wizard bounce and, oh yes that was, squeak. Another squeak. A snort?!

"Was that a snort? Oh, do that again!" He focused on scratching and poking around the button with some difficulty as Gale rocked himself from side to side enough so that Astarion's free palm had to steady him.

High pitched boyish, ticklish giggles filled the air and delighted them both. Despite Gale's growing hysteria he kept both arms up and covering his eyes, so only his wide open mouth was visible. He raised his head to his chest to see Astarion's hands through the cracks and allowed another snort to humor his lover.

"Yes!" He could have sworn Astarion whisper to himself, but Gale threw his head back again as those pale fingers dug into the sides of his belly that made his mind blank. Their adventures, the tasks at hand, the worry, the panic simmering under Gale's scar and chest, dissipated as his sensitive nerves overran all of that for a brief relieving few moments. He kicked a leg into the air and had to grab the sheets around his head to keep himself from curling into a ball.

And because of that, Astarion stayed on those spots. He tickled with different tactics and velocities to coax the right sounds from Gale until he was vibrating.

"SHIHIHIT! T-tihihickles, faHACK, shihihihihit! Oh gohohohods! AhastahahahaHEEE! HEEhahaha! Heheheh, shit, SHIT! Spot, SPAHAHAT! TICKLE SPAHAHAHAT!"

Astarion ran his fingertips over the sides of Gale's belly, gently dug in with his fingertips, and switched quickly to above and below the quivering navel. He chuckled a little at the contagious, high-pitched, boyish giggling and cackling his actions caused. Gale tried to roll onto his side facing Astarion, and the spawn squeezed the side facing up making Gale lie flat again.

"I've got you rolling now, haven't I?" He teased. "Those arms are having a hard time staying up, how about those two spots again?" He again went for either side of Gale's belly, left and right of the navel, scritching his nails lightly enough to make Gale yell, then cackle harder and louder again. "Is this the worst spot? Or the worst you can tolerate? I'll keep that in mind for later."

The arms could no longer stay up. Gale's hands shot down to grab Astarion's as he tried to curl and protect his attacked nerves. "Yehehehes! Bahad, bad spot…bad spot, spots. Spots…" He breathed hard for a moment and flinched when Astarion tried to rub his belly, but he shook his head. "R-red, wahait."

"I wasn't going to tickle," Astarion squeezed his hands. "Just rub it away."

Gale shook his head. "Mm-mn. Too ticklish for that."

He laughed at that and pulled stray hairs from Gale's face. "My dear wizard, feathers must make you cringe. And if they don't, heh, I'll make sure they do next time you ask for belly rubs. If you want me to do this again, anyways. I'll have you tied up squealing like a tortured gnoll with that wonderful smile on your face."

"I…I might like that," Gale's flushed face seemed to darken. "If you'd allow me the pleasure, I'll take you up on it one of these nights."

"Oho, the pleasure is mine," He curled his fingers past Gale's hands and into his belly again, and delighted in the gasp it caused. "Where else is so sensitive? I think I had you giggling when I nipped at your thighs the other night but…oh yes, you were flinching away when I licked up your neck! Oh, I like this! And you like this! What fun I'm going to have with you! A new game!" He clapped his hands together.

"Darling please don't take advantage of my nerves, not unless I ask," Gale scooted himself into a more comfortable position with his head in Astarion's lap instead. "I rather enjoy being made to laugh but not at the cost of my dignity…and, I mean yes, I'm very ticklish all over. Those spots on my belly are the worst, besides maybe my neck. Or my thighs. It's so unfair that there are two of them," He sighed.

"Isn't it?"

Gale raised his head. "How about you? What spots should I caress to make you laugh yourself into a delirium?"

"You'll have to find out."

"Now maybe? Perhaps with some rope and those feathers you seem eager to use against me?"

"Ah," Astarion shifted.

"You did say if I behaved you'd allow me to explore you," He wiggled the fingers of a hand in the air, hovering just over one of Astarion's knees. He knew that to be one spot that made the spawn jump. "I could summon a hologram to help me."

"I said maybe you'd have a chance if you managed to keep your arms up," Astarion eyed the hand nervously. "Which you didn't, sweet sensitive thing. If your hand lowers any further your neck is going to have more than my teeth against it."

The hand hovered as Gale decided what to do. He ultimately thought that Astarion wasn't being fair and he wrapped the free arm under and around his leg.

"I'll have you screaming and begging by the end of it if you lower that damn hand Gale, I mean it."

In one quick motion, the arm around Astarion's leg tightened and that hand shot for the back of his knee, as the other went for the top. "Worth it to hear even a squeHEAK!"

Astarion shouted and shook and kicked his leg. He made good on his threat- his hands dove under Gale's hair to tickle and try to stop the other before he really found any other bad spots. He flopped against the headboard of the bed and kicked his leg uselessly, because Gale had it gripped well. His mouth opened in choked gasps at first, but Gale was scribbling. He shouted again and finally laughed.

Gale, giggling and craning his neck every which way to either trap Astarion's fingers or block them out, was having too much fun to want to stop. But both hands were in his neck and he was so ticklish there dammit, so he had to sacrifice his hand on Astarion's kneecap to fight the one brushing up to his ear.

Astarion took his chance to grab Gale's hand and lift the arm with vampire strength. He focused on holding the arm up and poking at the exposed armpit, and moved his leg more freely now to roll Gale onto his side so it faced up and was easier to tickle.

"Yohou'll pahahay for thahat, brahat!"

A new peal of Gale's maniacal giggles came, and he arched his back and tried to move his other arm that was now trapped under Astarion's leg. The other leg was against his back keeping him trapped. He was fully helpless. "Shit shit HAHAHA SHIHIT! HAHA! HEEEEEE!" He kicked his leg with a squeal when Astarion pinched and poked down to the spot between his ribs and armpit.

"I told you, my sweet sensitive thing. You'll be screaming and begging for mercy before I'm done with you tonight," Astarion snickered and moved his hand all over, poking and swiping and pinching and squeezing in any spot he could reach. Gale's neck, his ear, his armpit, ribs, even his back wasn't safe from the tickle onslaught.

It was going to be a long night, and Gale got exactly what he asked for. Astarion was more than happy to deliver.

#bg3 #astarion x gale #ticklish!gale #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tickling #bg 3 tickle #baldur’s gate 3 #adorable

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angelatmidnight1 · 1 month

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Sunshine & Giggles

FANDOM: Baldur's Gate 3 PAIRING: gender-neutral Tav/ Gale WC: WARNINGS: Fic takes place after the events of BG3, so there'll be spoilers for the end of the game. Also, tickles and some swearing.

You and Gale go on a picnic, which takes quite a turn.

It was your idea to go on a picnic. You and Gale had been so busy settling into your new lives that you barely had time to spend with each other. Finally, one evening before you both settled into bed, you set down the book you were reading and turned to face your lover.

"Darling, we should go on a picnic." You announced, startling him ever-so-slightly -- he was rather invested in his own book.

He glanced over at you, "Go on a picnic?" You nodded, "Well, I don't see why not. I think that would be lovely. How about tomorrow?"

You smiled, "I'd love that."

Gale flashed you a brilliant grin in return, making your heart skip a beat, "Well, alright then. It's settled. Come tomorrow, we shall embark on another adventure of the picnicking variety."

You chuckled, feeling your insides light up with excitement, "I can't wait." You took a moment to watch him as he resumed reading his book, that adorable smile never leaving his lips. Eventually, you both drifted off into a blissful slumber.

The following day, Gale insisted on taking over all the picnic preparations, and anytime you attempted to aid him, he'd shoo you off, "I've got everything handled, my love. Please relax and allow me to pamper you."

You had to admit, you found it slightly suspicious that he was insistent on taking over, especially since it was your idea. Regardless, you left him to his devices and sat on the balcony overlooking the bay. You and him often spent time here, watching the water or reading a book. It was peaceful. Everything you needed, especially after your defeat of the brain. You felt your mind slip back into those old memories you tried so hard to forget -- the Goblin Camp, the horrors of Moonrise Towers, facing off against Orin in her murder temple, or Gortash and the look of defeat on Karlach's face.

A tear fell down your cheek just as you heard Gale's footsteps approaching. You hastily wiped the stray tear away and cleared your throat, "Tav, darling, everything--" He stopped mid-sentence when he spotted the tears in your eyes.

You forced a smile, not wanting to worry him, "Is everything ready?"

Gale's features softened as he sat beside you, "Remembering some... unsavoury memories?"

You released a shaky breath as you nodded, "Yes, unfortunately. Of course, it happens today of all days..." You trailed off, not wanting to go on a tangent, "You know what? Let's not talk about this today. All I want to focus on is you."

Gale smiled, gripping your hands, "That works for me. Come on, everything is all set up." He was like a kid in a candy shop or a wizard in Sorcerous Sundries. You couldn't help but smile at his excitement; it made you feel warm inside.

You lead you through the bustling streets of Waterdeep, a place you now consider your home. You recalled back to when you first moved here with Gale. After defeating the brain and going separate from everyone else, Gale asked if you wanted to move in with him. You naturally said yes, and the next thing you knew, you were in his tower, overlooking the busy city. It was pretty overwhelming initially, but thanks to Gale and your own exploring, you felt more comfortable here and even began calling it home.

You were pulled from your memories by the most heavenly smell to ever grace your nostrils. You felt your mouth water as Gale led you into this beautiful garden where the most extensive spread of food lay. You took a moment to take in all the smells and sights before turning to face Gale, who was standing off to the side, waiting for you to react.

"Gale! This is... amazing! Did you make all of this?" You had a feeling Tara and magic helped a bit.

The wizard beamed with pride as he nodded, "I cooked a large portion, but I did use magic... and Tara might've helped a bit."

You chuckled as you allowed him to pull out a chair for you, "It's amazing, thank you," You pecked him on the lips before settling into your seat.

He quickly ran to the other side of the table and seated himself, "Now," He excitedly started as he grabbed a dish, "Allow me to introduce you to a Waterdeep delicacy..."

You spent the next couple of hours eating some of the most delicious dishes while Gale excitedly explained their origins, how he made them, and the specific ingredients that made certain flavours pop. You happily listened to everything he said, loving how animated he got when he was passionate about something and how his eyes lit up. You didn't think you could fall in love with him even more, but here you were, gushing over everything that was Gale Dekarios.

Finally, after eating more food than you thought possible, you and Gale found yourselves walking down the beach, watching the waves lap at the shore. You both paused, taking in the sights. You intertwined your fingers with his, unable to conceal the smile on your lips. You felt at peace—more than you had in your entire life. Well, you would've continued feeling peace if it weren't for the loud fart that sounded beside you.

You slowly turned to face Gale, whose cheeks burned red, "I'm terribly sorry, I really tried to hold it in..."

You burst out laughing, adoring how the wizard's face turned redder, "I don't think I've ever heard you fart before!"

"There have been plenty of times when I've... passed gas. Just... never in your company," he sheepishly responded.

"Gale, farting is an entirely natural thing. There's no need to be embarrassed." You tried comforting him, but you couldn't contain your chuckles. Eventually, you just let them tumble out of you.

"Yes, yes. Very funny. Laugh it up, Tav." He looked annoyed, but you could see the smile underneath the façade.

You kept laughing so much that your stomach started to hurt, and Gale... well, he kept up his ruse of annoyance, "I can't believe you farted!" You pointed at him and laughed, which only fuelled his fake annoyance.

"I'm delighted a very natural process is so comical to you. Perhaps I can provide you with a new way to laugh..." There was a sudden shift that forced you to stop laughing. You weren't sure if it was the mischievous glint in his eye or the words he spoke. Either way, you found yourself back away from him.

"No, I think I'm all laughed out..." You felt your mouth go dry as he advanced towards you.

"Nonsense! There's no such thing as being 'all laughed out.'" The mischievous glint blossomed into a smirk. Next thing you knew, Gale was airborne and headed straight for you.

You yelped as he tackled you to the ground. His attack came swiftly after, giving you no time to process the events that had transpired. You found yourself giggling, but you weren't sure why. It eventually dawned on you that Gale was tickling you. His fingers jabbed various areas of your torso in random order, leaving you guessing, which made it worse somehow.

"GAHAHALE! WhaHAHAt are YOHOHOU DOING?" You screeched when his fingers grazed over an especially sensitive area.

"Giving you a reason to laugh, darling. As I said, I would." The smile on that man's face sent shivers down your spine. It looked eerily like something Astarion would sport.

He shoved his hands underneath your arms when you went to push him off of you. You screamed and slammed your limbs down, desperately trying to stop the ticklish sensations ripping through you. You furiously kicked your legs and open-mouth cackled when his fingers hit a nerve end.

"I'M GOHOING TOHOHOHO--" You were cut off by your own laughter, which had turned silent.

Gale, noticing the different shade of colour your face had turned, pulled his hands free to give you a breather, "My apologies, darling, could you repeat that? I seem to be hard of hearing rather suddenly."

You glared daggers at him, "I'm... going... to... kick... your... aHHHHHH--"

Gale's nimble fingers found their way to your stomach, which forced a rather unpleasant sound out of you. One you would rather not repeat, but the wizard seemed intent on hearing it again. Unfortunately for you, and fortunately for him, you made the sound again. It was a mixture of Minsc's screechy singing voice and an ogre having sex -- in short, it was horrendous.

Thankfully for you, Gale got a little too invested in tickling the ever-loving snot out of you, so he let his guard down. You took the opportunity to execute a move that Lae'zel had taught you. It was rather inelegant, but it ended with Gale on the ground and you straddling him. He looked rather surprised, and it would've been funny if you weren't in the middle of sucking in lungfuls of air.

"Now, hold on, we can talk about this civically..." Gale began, but you shook your head.

"Nope. It's your turn to laugh, my love." With that, you latched onto his sides and squeezed. The wizard squealed, his arms flying to grab yours, but you moved yours out of the way and moved to a different area of his body.

You kept this up for a good few minutes, managing to get his ribs, stomach and even underneath his arms. But it was when you reached his hips that got him really cackling. You deduced they were his worst spot and stowed that information away for later. Amid a laughing attack, you gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head.

You leaned down, getting close to his face and grinning as he struggled to breathe, "What's the matter, dear? You seem a tad bit out of breath."

He scowled at you, "I see the error of my ways. Now, would you please release me?"

You pondered his request while planting kisses on his face, "Mmm, no. I think I'd rather tickle you more..."

He shook his head, preemptively giggling as you grinned down at him, "Plehease, dohon't..."

His pleas were cut down when you released his arms and shoved your hands underneath them. He screamed. Loud, boisterous laughter blasted out of him like an owlbear screech. You couldn't help but chuckle yourself. Seeing him writhe underneath you, face scrunched up, was too adorable. You freed one of your hands, keeping the other in place, and worked your way down his left side.

You squeezed, grazed, and skittered his ribs, getting between each bone before stopping just short of his hip bone. Gale was practically crying with laughter when you finally gave him a break. He slumped into the sand, eyes closed, breaths ragged. You leaned down again and kissed the tip of his nose, chuckling when he blushed.

"Your laugh is adorable," You snickered.

"I'm glad... you think... so... now please... stop..." He flinched when he felt you shift, but his eyes remained closed, likely from exhaustion.

You slipped off and settled beside him, giving him a false hope before you sprang your trap, "Fine, I'll stop..."

"Thank you--"

"For now." You interrupted him, chuckling as he groaned.

"Haven't you tortured me enough?" Gale whined.

You shook your head, "No, I think I could torment you a little more."

"What have I done to deserve such treatment?" He sighed dramatically.

You grinned, "I go all-in for the revenge, you know this."

The wizard sighed as he sat up, "Yes, I know. I never thought I'd be on the receiving end of said revenge. Could you make an exception for me? Please?"

You pulled him into a hug as you pretended to ponder his request, "Well, I guess I could..." You started, feeling him physically relax, "But I don't think I will."

With that, you pushed him down and laid over the top of his chest with your back facing him. Finally, you launched your attack. The moment your fingers squeezed his hip, he screeched. You found it difficult to remain on top of him because he thrashed like a fish out of water.

"PLEHEHEHEASE!" Gale managed to cough out between his hysterical laughter.

"Please, what, darling?" You hovered your hands over his hip bones and angled your head to look back at him.

It took him a few moments, but he finally managed to string together a coherent sentence, "Plehehease stohohop tickling mehehe."

"In a moment, my love." You answered and resumed your squeezing of his hips. You only tickled him for a few more minutes before finally relenting and slipping off of him.

You lay beside him as he fought to catch his breath, "You are... evil..." He whispered, still very much out of breath.

You chuckled as you kissed his cheek, "I am, but you love it."

He grinned, "I will neither confirm nor deny that statement."

"I can always tickle it out of you," You suggested and laughed when he shimmied away from you, eyes wide with fear, "I'm kidding! At least for now, I am."

Gale rolled his eyes with a chuckle and rolled to his side, "I love you, Tav." You felt your heart soar as you went to return the sentiment, but he stopped you, "Let me finish," You clamped your mouth shut, curious as to where this was going, "I did have a more romantic evening planned, but that was thoroughly derailed." He reached for something in his pocket, his eyes never leaving yours, "Tav, love of my life, will you marry me?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes widened. You both sat in stunned silence before an overwhelming sense of joy overtook you. "Y-Yes! Of course, I will!" You stammered out.

He revealed a small ring with a beautifully decorated silver band and your favourite gem adorning the top, "You have just made me the happiest man in all of Faerûn."

You sat upright, pulling him closer and clashing your lips against his. Your kisses became more fervent, more passionate. Eventually, you had to pull away for air, but you leaned your forehead against his, a smile never leaving your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, "I love you too, Gale of Waterdeep. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You shared another kiss before walking hand-in-hand back to your tower.

A/N: I don't really know how I feel about this fic. I was procrastinating about writing it because I was worried I was going to butcher Gale's personality. I finally said, "To hell with it," and wrote it. The ending was a bit rushed, but hopefully, you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!

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angelatmidnight1 · 1 month

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I haven’t romanced him yet, but every time Halsin says “nature outdid itself with you” it makes me smile 😍

#halsin #bg3

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Could I request a Karlach x Tav reader? Where Karlach accidentally discovers Tav who normally acts tough is actually embarrassingly ticklish?

Put 'Em Up

Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.

Pairing- Karlach Cliffgate x Reader (lee!reader, ler!Karlach, tiny bit of lee!Karlach at the end). Reader puts on a tough personality and is strong like Karlach. Reader and Karlach are also in a romantic relationship.

Word Count- 2,216.

Warnings- None really, besides tickling and swearing.

Karlach asked to train with you, but she isn’t taking it very seriously. Instead, she uses it as an opportunity to flirt and get closer to you. You try to stay focused, but she accidentally finds out that you’re ticklish. It’s going to be a long match..

“Alright, babe. Hit me with your best shot.”

Karlach circled you with a bright grin, fists up. The two of you were training, and she was only too excited to tussle with you. Sure, she knew how important training was to you, but she’d take any excuse to get closer to you. You sized her up and hummed.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You took a swipe at her when she got too close, and she parried your blow. Karlach huffed.

“I should be saying that to you,” she chuckled. “But fine, just know that just because you’re playing nice doesn’t mean that I will.”

You smirked. You and Karlach were still early in your relationship, and there was a lot that she didn’t know about you. Although she was much taller and muscular than you, you could hold your own in a fight. In fact, you were known for your fighting prowess in Baldur’s Gate. You didn’t buy into the hype; you could rarely tolerate the company of others. But, Karlach was the exception. And she was in for one hell of a surprise.

“Damn, you’re strong.”

Karlach grunted as you pinned her on her back. Both of you were out of breath from wrestling each other. It wasn’t easy to get her down, but you managed. You straddled her waist and had her arms pinned above her head. “Way stronger than I thought..”

“I know,” You forced her arms back down when she tried to pull away. “I've flattened more people than I can count in Baldur’s Gate.”

Karlach breathed out a laugh. “At least you’re modest about it, huh?” She continued fidgeting in your grip, making it harder for you to keep her down. “I’ll be honest, I can’t remember the last time anyone’s pinned me. Usually it’s the other way around, heh. But, I could get used to this…”

The tiefling gave you a cheeky grin. One that made you exhale slowly through your nose.

“Karlach,” Your cheeks flushed slightly. “Don’t start.”

“Ooo, bossing me around now?” Karlach’s grin widened, and her engine glowed. “That’s hot..”

You shook your head, your blush darkening. “Shut up.”

Karlach craned her head up to you with a challenging smirk. “You gonna make me?”

You stared at her, flustered, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you met her halfway and kissed her lips deeply. She hummed in surprise and happily returned the kiss. Her lips were warm, soft, and familiar. You got lost in that kiss. And, she had the opportunity to flip your positions.

When your back hit the ground, you grunted softly. Karlach pinned your wrists by your sides and gave you a triumphant grin.

“Gotcha.”

You groaned. “I should’ve known you would cheat.”

“Hey, all’s fair in love and war! And, I uh, really love you.” Karlach’s voice softened as she gazed down at you. “A lot.”

“I love you too.” The love she expressed to you was still overwhelming. Not in a negative sense, but it still felt a bit foreign to you. Before the nautolid, you were content to spend your days alone. Now, you weren’t sure what you’d do without Karlach’s bright presence, even if you didn’t express it. You ended the tender moment by adding, “Now let me up so I can kick your ass.”

Karlach threw her head back with a laugh. “I don’t think so. Maybe I like you here, with me on top.” She shot back, wiggling her eyebrows. You bit back a smile, giving her your best stern look.

“We’re supposed to be training,” Your voice came out strained as you tugged against her grip. Your arms moved a couple of inches, but Karlach held on tighter, now using much more of her strength. “Not goofing off.”

“I know, but who says we can’t have a little fun too?” Karlach leaned down towards you. You leered at her. “Don’t give me that look, (Y/N). Gimme a smile.”

She kissed your cheek. Your forehead. Your nose. Your other cheek. You wiggled your head as she attacked your face with kisses, unable to stop your smile.

“Thihis isn’t training!” You protested. You continued squeaking and struggling until she moved the kisses to your neck. The kisses got sloppier, and each one ended with a loud ‘mwah’. You shivered and inadvertently squealed when her lips found a ticklish spot.

Karlach froze. There was a curious glint in her fiery eyes.

“What was that?”

“Er, nothing.”

“Nothing? Are you sure?” A worried look came over Karlach’s features. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Your cheeks flushed again, but this time for a different reason. One of your closely guarded secrets was how ticklish you were. And it was for a good reason; you, alongside Karlach, were the muscle of your party. It was often said that you learned how to fight before you could walk. Any enemy that wasn’t afraid of you changed their tune when they saw the thrashing you’d given their friends. You didn’t want anyone to know that you could be taken down by something as embarrassing and childish as tickling.

With a deep breath, you pulled down hard against Karlach’s grasp, freeing your wrists. Your feet found purchase on the ground and you sat up. You parried her attempts to grab and re-pin you and, after minutes of back and forth grappling, Karlach suddenly hoisted you in the air. Her claws dug into your sides with enough pressure to tickle, and you inadvertently wheezed. Karlach froze again and turned you around in her arms so that you faced her.

“Am I tickling you?” The curious glint in her eyes turned playful as she held you in the air. Your heartbeat quickened as you stared back at her.

“No, you aren’t. You’re just squeezing a bit hahard—” A slight giggle escaped you, and you coughed to mask it. Karlach held you in a gentler grip, giving your sides a much softer squeeze. You gasped, “P-Put me down..”

“I don’t know,” Karlach obliged by setting you back on the ground. But she kept her hands on your sides, squeezing just below your rib cage. You batted her hands away with another concealed giggle. “That sounded like a laugh to me.”

“It wasn’t!” You held one arm closer to your torso protectively and resumed your fighting stance. “Enough talk, let’s keep at it.”

“Right, sure.” Karlach chuckled. There was something about her tone and the way she now sized you up that made you feel wary. But, you pushed the feeling away, charging her and initiating another grappling session.

Instead of responding how you thought she would, where maybe she’d drag you back to the ground or pick you up again, her hands ended up on your torso again. She gripped your hips, squeezing and prodding them, and you choked back more laughter.

“Whahat the hell ahare you doing?” You grabbed her wrists, fighting with her grip, but she didn’t let up. Your laughter was getting harder to hold back. You accidentally stumbled backwards during your attempt to free yourself from her grasp. Karlach happily followed you down.

“Not ticklish my ass, you’re laughing!” She accused, poking randomly along your torso. You frantically grabbed at her wrists and grit your teeth.

“Noho I’m not!” You arched your back when she prodded at your belly, squealing again. “Stop thahat!”

“Then why’re you laughing, huh? What’s so funny?” Grinning, Karlach straddled your waist, trapping your flailing arms at your sides. Her hands descended onto your ribs and she scritched up and down the bones. You bit your lips to halt your impending giggle fit.

“N-Nohot laughing…” You gasped, trying to tug your arms free. Now, Karlach was utilizing her full strength on you, and she was determined to keep you down. You arched your back when her hands scampered back down your sides. She alternated between poking and squeezing and you pinched your eyes shut. It tickled so badly, but you were determined to hold out. Your partner’s giddy, teasing voice echoed in your ears.

“(Y/N), baby, I know you wanna laugh..” Karlach smirked. She pinched your hips again, kneading them, and you wheezed. She giggled. “Better admit it before I really start tickling you.”

You tried to ignore her, your feet drumming against the ground as she kept tickling. A silly grin spread across your face. She clawed at your belly again, and the dam finally broke.

You tossed your head back, giving in to your loud, wheezing laughter. “FUHUAHA! KAhaharlach, stahahahp!”

Karlach’s eyes brightened. “Oho, I knew it!” She cheered. She drilled her thumbs into the sides of your belly, and you wheezed again.

You were laughing too hard to answer her. You shook your head back and forth as you fell into a deeper pit of laughter. Eventually, you were able to give her a minimal response. “FAHahahaha offhahaha! Gehehehet off of mehehehehehe!”

“Mm, maybe later,” she snickered. She eased off your stomach and pulled your arms above your head with one hand. You tried to yank your arms free before she could fully pin them, but she moved fast, and your squealing fell flat. She wriggled her claws at you tauntingly. “All this time, and I had no idea you were ticklish!”

“Youhuhu wehehehren’t suhuhposed tohohoho!” You fired back, still giggling from the previous attack. You watched her claws and squirmed under her. “Dohohn’t you dare! Let me up!”

“Oh, I dare, soldier,” Karlach chuckled. She hovered her hand just inches away from your torso. “Besides, I still got a match to win here.”

Again, you shook your head. You were nothing if not stubborn. “Karlach,” you started warily. “Let me up. This isn’t what wehehehe agreehehed toohoo-”

Karlach alternated pokes between your sides, earning yelps and squealing giggles. “Say uncle!”

You squealed louder as she suddenly reached up and scribbled into your underarms. You tugged at your arms with all of your strength, but they didn’t budge. You made a poor attempt to hold back the giggle fit that overtook you.

“Kahahaharlahahach!” You whined, giggling harder when she increased her efforts. “Nohohoho tickling! Youhuhuhu chehehater!”

“Say uncle,” she repeated, smiling widely. Your underarms didn’t seem all that ticklish, so she went back to your torso. Your giggling turned frantic, and when she poked into your tummy, you wheezed. Her tail wagged behind her as she did it again, again, and again.

“NOHOHO-” You snorted, which amused Karlach even further. She switched from poking to kneading her thumbs into the sides of your stomach. You laughed loudly and bucked your hips.

“Damn, no wonder you were able to pin me,” Karlach was saying as she squeezed and scritched over your tummy. “You’ve got all this muscle!” She added to her comment by kneading her thumbs back into your skin, which earned her another wheeze. You blushed deeply.

“NOHOHOT FUHUHUNNY!”

Karlach snorted. “I’m serious! You’re the whole package: strong, smart, attractive. Oh, and adorable. Heh. It’s a miracle my engine hasn’t given out sooner ‘cause of you.” She slowed down the tickling, stroking her claws just above your belly button. Your laughter died down to heavy giggles, and you were able to catch your breath. “I’m still waiting on that ‘uncle’ by the way.”

You didn’t plan on giving it to her; you were nothing if not stubborn. During her tickle attack, she’d eased up on her grip on your arms. You were tired, but your tenacity gave you just enough energy to pull yourself free from her hold. What you did next was out of your norm, but as far as you were concerned, it was completely warranted.

“You wanna play like that, huh?” You threw yourself at her, sending both of you crashing on the ground. It was harder to get her pinned down like you did earlier. But, once your fingers dug into her sides, Karlach burst into loud laughter.

“It wahahahahs wohohohohrth ihihihihit!” Karlach squealed and bucked her hips as your hands darted all over her torso. She was hot to the touch, but it didn’t burn, and you were gonna have your revenge. Soon enough though, Karlach was able to reverse your positions again, aiming straight for your belly. She held you in her arms this time, and she didn’t let up. She buried her head into the crook of your neck, kissing and nuzzling into your skin, and you finally tapped out.

“ALRIHIHGHT! Okay! Uncle!”

The tickling stopped and you laid your head back to catch your breath. Karlach held you flush against her chest. The sparring session was a workout for her too, and she was almost as breathless as you were.

“That was fun,” Karlach said after a while, chuckling. “We’ve gotta do this sparring thing more often. I haven’t had that much fun in, well, ever.”

“I don’t think our enemies would expect us to tickle them, Karlach.” You answered, shaking your head affectionately. There was a small part of you that wanted to be angry at a sparring session turned tickle fight, but it was difficult for you to be angry with her. “You, on the other hand, are in for it once I catch my breath.”

Karlach grinned, and you could feel her engine glow behind you. “Bring it on, (Y/N)."

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to post, but I hope you like the story!

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 tickle #bg3 tickle #bg3 tickling #lee!reader #bg3 #karlach x reader #karlach #ticklish!reader #ler!karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav

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angelatmidnight1 · 2 months

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Your fic was such a nice read! Now i see what you mean about that academia banter between your tav and gale, and im 100% here for it :)

Thanks! 🙏🏾 And yeah, I was hoping that came through. I really like the idea of a rivalry between sorcerers and wizards.

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angelatmidnight1 · 3 months

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Your Gale fic has absolutely melted me!! I love it!! Thank you for sharing your amazing writing with us!!!

Thank you so much 💜. I had a blast writing the fic :D

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angelatmidnight1 · 3 months

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hii thank you for feeding us with your bg3 tickle content 😫🙏🏼 I’ve been starving. Do you have any headcanons for ler!Gale with a stoic/tsundere lee!tav? Or really any of the other companions if ur not a Gale girly. tysm ❤️ [ps. tell me if I’ve crossed any boundaries / done something wrong, first time sending an ask 🙂]

A/N: Hi! You didn't cross any boundaries. I know you said headcanons, but I hope a fic was okay instead? This prompt works nicely with my favorite tav and her relationship with Gale- she's a stoic, snooty sorceress. I kept the fic gender-neutral though. I hope you like it! 💜

Pillow Talk

Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.

Pairing- Gale Dekarios x Reader (ler!Gale, lee!reader). For the purposes of this story, reader is a sorcerer.

Word Count- 3,723.

Warnings- Spoilers for Acts 1-2 (ish), swearing, rivals to lovers in the beginning, and tickles.

As a noble-born sorcerer, there’s very little you don’t know about magic. It’s flown through your family’s veins for centuries. But, Gale’s different. He knows way more than you’d ever expect. As much as you try to deny it, you fall for him, and channeling the Weave together confirms it. Much to your surprise, the feelings are mutual. As your new relationship blossoms, Gale realizes that he’s never heard you laugh before, and he seeks to remedy that.

“Can’t I just break it?”

Karlach whined as she jostled the lock on the door. The lock glowed as she touched it and suddenly sent out a pulse of magical energy. She staggered back, yelping. “Shit! Guess not.”

You maneuvered around her, shaking your head. “It’s a magical lock, Karlach. I told you smashing it won’t do anything.” You stepped closer to the locked door and held up a hand. It glowed as you channeled into your magic. Closing your eyes, you traced your fingers along the lock’s sigils. “This lock is enchanted with psychic magic,” you hissed when the lock pulsed at you, stinging your hands. “And powerful psychic magic at that.”

Gale approached you from the side, humming skeptically. “I hate to be the one to disagree, but these are illusion sigils.” He traced his fingers over the same sigils as you, nodding to himself. “It’s more of a puzzle, judging by the patterns.”

You gave him a side glance, frowning. This was a recurring pattern in your journey. When it came to magic, you and Gale always had disagreements. “...Perhaps. But there’s psychic magic at work here, Gale. Not illusion.”

Gale raised a defensive hand. “There’s room for overlap, surely. However, I think I know the solution.” His eyes glowed as he reached into the Weave and mirrored the patterns on his palm. “If I follow the patterns, like so, I believe it’ll spell out the missing key.”

“Or,” You interjected and charged up a psychic pulse between your hands. “I can overload the sigils with psychic energy and destroy them. I understand this may not have been in your textbooks though.”

“Oh, charming.” Gale’s eyes flitted over to you disdainfully. “I had not planned on mentioning rank, but since we clearly are, I spent a considerable amount of time as Mystra’s chosen. Dismantling puzzles like these was my bread and butter.”

You weren’t backing down. You went through with your spell, directly interfering with Gale’s. “Don’t you mean former Mystra’s chosen?”

“Hey, c’mon, knock it off!” Karlach scolded. “If you two put half the energy into opening the door that you use to argue with each other, we’d be on our way back to camp by now! Now, hurry up.” Her stomach growled mid sentence. She sighed. “I’m starving.”

“Gladly.” Gale sunk deep into the Weave and figured out the patterns needed to unlock the door. Your psychic magic definitely helped smooth the path forward. Karlach cheered once the door opened.

“Fuck yeah!” She turned to both of you, beaming. “See what happens when you put your magical minds together?”

You followed her out of the dungeon, giving Gale a once over. “I see what happens when you pay attention at the wizard academy. The teachers must’ve adored you, Gale.” You huffed sarcastically. “Such a diligent schoolboy.”

Gale shook his head, smirking. “That couldn’t be any further from the truth! I slept through most of my lessons. And the trouble I found nearly got me expelled.” He chuckled. “Nevertheless, we can breathe fresh air now, thanks to our combined efforts. I hope we can work together again in more pleasant circumstances.”

“I’d sooner kiss a mind flayer.” You marched ahead of him, grumbling.

Wizards were so infuriating. Pompous, book-ridden, and proud. And yet, there was something to this Gale of Waterdeep. Something that interested you.

His hubris, as suffocating as it was, was tempered with true expertise. Passion, even. You’d never met anyone like him, not even in Baldur's gate. Magic was everything to you; it shielded you and brought your enemies to their knees. It was thrilling to meet someone who could match you. Plus, he had a gentle heart.

You didn’t plan on saving tiefling refugees, but beating up goblins was fun. During the attack, a tiefling child lost their parents. Neither you or Gale could bring them back to life. Still, he comforted them the best way he could.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” He hugged them when they ran into his arms. “These are horrors that no child should have to go through. I…can’t bring them back, but I do have something that I hope can bring you some comfort.”

The tiefling child pulled away, sniffling. “You do?”

Gale conjured up a necklace of illusion magic. He handed it to the child. “This necklace is just for you. I’ll teach you the incantation to trigger the magic. Before doing the incantation, you need to think of a happy memory you have with your parents. Then, you’ll be able to relive that memory so long as you keep the necklace on.”

The child took the necklace and slipped it on. They toyed with the gem at the end, which glowed with a pleasant warmth. They smiled sadly, “Thank you.”

Something stirred in you. You didn’t name the feeling, but it was potent all the same. You felt hot and your heart raced. You’d never say it out loud, but you had a crush on Gale.

Instead of joining the festivities at camp, you turned in early for the night. You grabbed the first book you saw and settled onto your bedroll. Reading usually distracted you, especially when you read about magic. And yet, your mind was occupied by Gale. After failing to get to even the second page, you slammed the book shut. You tucked the book under your arm and ventured out to Gale’s tent. If you couldn’t benefit from the book, maybe he could.

Gale’s tent was a short walk away from yours. The party was dying down, but Gale usually stayed up studying. When you arrived at his tent, though, there was a conjuration of Mystra in his palm. He gazed at the image longingly, not realizing that you were watching. You stepped closer.

“Paying tribute?”

He flinched and whirled around. Mystra’s image disappeared, and he exhaled. “You startled me, (Y/N).” he breathed. “I suppose you could say I am, in a way. Though I can’t say my soul feels any lighter.”

You gave him a questioning look. He continued.

“I hope we can put our earlier disagreement behind us, (Y/N).” He said, taking a few steps towards you. Your heartbeat quickened. “It’s just been so long since I’ve collaborated with anyone regarding magic. I understand that we may have different approaches when it comes to wielding it.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “What’s done is done. Why were you just conjuring an image of the goddess?”

“Oh, that. Well..” He trailed off as if he was unsure of what to say. Then, he cleared his throat. “The longer we embark on our journey, the less connected I feel to the Weave. And, it’s everything to me. It always has been..” He sighed heavily, then looked at you with a sudden air of curiosity. “I know we haven’t seen eye to eye, but from one arcane user to another, would you like to channel the Weave with me? It’s a wonderful experience.”

You put down the book you were carrying, shifting awkwardly. “I’ve never done it. I never feel far from the Weave’s embrace, so I haven’t felt the need to.”

“Lucky you,” Gale chuckled. “Still, my offer stands. I can show you how to do it. What do you say?”

This was usually when you’d rebuff him. Not this time. Your curiosity piqued, and he did look handsome in the candlelight.

“Show me.”

Gale’s eyes brightened. He smiled. “As you wish. Follow my lead.”

Channeling the Weave was effortless. Gale was a wonderful teacher: patient, eager, and generous with praise. The air was sweet, and you felt safe in the Weave’s embrace. You closed your eyes, and your mind wandered again. To home. To Gale. To the thought of your lips pressed together in a passionate kiss—

The connection flickered. You forgot yourself. Your eyes snapped open and found Gale. He looked back at you with an equally surprised expression.

******

It took a week for you to face Gale again. You were terribly embarrassed. All of that melted away when, surprisingly, he reciprocated your feelings.

“I must be a powerful wizard indeed,” He was saying quietly to you during another one of your travels. “If I managed to charm the likes of you. I’m flattered, truly. And, might I say, you have incredibly good tastes.”

“Shh. Do you ever stop talking?” You returned in a hushed whisper, holding back a smile. You and Gale were walking behind Karlach and Astarion, and you didn’t want to catch their attention. Gale noticed the hint of your smile and gasped.

“Is that a smile I see? Oh, I’m afraid you’re done for.” He smirked and leaned into you. His breath tickled your ear, and you shivered. “I haven’t even begun to work my full array of charms on you.”

“What’re you two talking about?” Astarion cut into the private conversation, a curious glint in his eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen (Y/N) speak so much.”

Your smile instantly fell. You frowned, “It’s nothing that concerns you, Astarion.”

“Oh, come on.” The spawn pouted. “You’re no fun at all. What’s a bit of gossip among friends?” He looked at the two of you expectantly, but he didn’t get an answer. He huffed. “Ugh, fine. Be that way.”

Once he turned away, Gale whispered to you again. “Let’s continue this conversation in private tonight, hmm? I could prepare a meal.”

“Fine,” you agreed, nodding. “I’ll bring the drinks.”

After dinner, you stayed in Gale’s tent to read together. Many of your companions were either asleep or involved in their own pursuits, so they didn’t notice your empty tent. You were buried under a purple blanket with a book on your lap with him beside you.

“Comfortable?” Gale asked as he cozied up to you. You nodded and pushed half of the blanket to him, which he happily accepted. “Excellent. Now, tell me, when did you realize you were hopelessly enamored with me?”

You looked up suddenly, and he was grinning. A blush creeped up on your cheeks. You smirked. “I believe I could ask you the same thing.”

“You very well could. But, since I asked first..” Gale’s grin widened. “I’ll admit, it is a long list. There are the impassioned debates we have, my words, my award winning smile…”

“Awards?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Who’s given you these awards?”

“Three people, actually.” Gale feigned offense. “Why, there’s me. Myself, who’s a great fellow…”

“Stop.” You nudged his arm, giggling. “You can’t give yourself awards. They don’t count.”

“According to whom?!”

You covered your face, muffling your giggles. “Gods, you’re ridiculous.”

Gale laughed. When you uncovered your face, he was smiling warmly. “I’ve never heard you laugh before. It’s a beautiful sound.”

Your blush deepened. The truth was that you didn’t laugh much, if at all. You usually spurned the company of others, but you felt comfortable in Gale’s presence. You shifted, turning your attention back to your book. “Thank you. Now, are we going to read, or am I to sing your praises all night?”

“Both sound wonderful, though I’d settle for hearing you laugh again.” He slid close to you so that your arms touched. You smiled, keeping your eyes down on your book.

“I’m sure there will be something I can laugh at you about soon.” You chuckled lightly and turned a page. “All in good time, love.”

“You’re terrible, you know?” Gale gently squeezed your side with his free hand. You fidgeted and jostled your book. A metaphorical lightbulb went off in his head, and you eyed him suspiciously.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Are you-”

“No.”

Gale chuckled. “I haven't finished my question.” He discarded his book to the side. He leaned into you with a small, knowing smile. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, are you ticklish?”

You shook your head. “I’m not.” You pressed your arm against your side, settling for holding your book with one hand. “You just startled me.”

“I see.” Gale hummed, rubbing his beard in thought. You thought that would’ve been the end of it, but after a brief pause, he was smiling again. “I do apologize, but I again disagree with you. The signs point to the opposite, I’m afraid.”

“There aren’t any-”

He squeezed your side again. This time, you squeaked and squirmed out of his reach. Gale smirked.

“Right. No signs.” He answered coyly, extending an arm out to reach you. He idly wriggled his fingers and you leaned away even further, unable to hide your grin. “None at all.”

“Gale,” You started warningly, propping yourself up onto your knees. This made your book tumble off of your lap. “I’m warning you. Don’t try it.”

“Surely there’s no harm in a bit of experimentation, is there?” Gale was testing the waters. He observed your body language. If he noticed the slightest bit of discomfort, he’d back off. Your gaze was sharp, but your wobbly grin told him that he hadn’t pushed too far. “You make one claim, I make another. Yet, it’s impossible for both claims to be correct.”

You put your hands out defensively as he inched closer. “D-Don’t come any closer.”

Gale stopped moving. His smirk broadened. “Of course. If that’s what you want, I will humbly oblige.”

Something was off. As a sorcerer, you could detect magic, and he definitely had a trick up his sleeve. It just wasn’t one you were expecting.

The sneaky wizard conjured a hologram of himself behind you. It had crept up behind you while you backed away from Gale. By the time you noticed it, it was too late. It fluttered its fingers into your sides, and you shrieked.

“Gahahle-?!” You let out a short laugh and curled into yourself. You shoved away the hands and whirled around to see the hologram. “Youhu bahahstard.”

“You’ve quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” Gale clicked his tongue, watching you and the hologram with amusement. “It’s actually one of the many qualities I like about you. That, your strength, and your obstinance.”

While he spoke, Gale’s hologram lightly poked at your torso, earning gasps and curses. If it reached a ticklish spot, it was rewarded with a startled giggle. Both Gale and his hologram wore the same smirk. “Are you absolutely sure that you’re not ticklish, my dear?” The wizard spoke over your snickering. “Based on my observations, that theory gets weaker with each passing minute.”

“I’m nohohot!” You bit your lips, muffling any would be giggles. You were losing the battle with the hologram’s hands. Instead, you checked it with your shoulder, trying to bump it hard enough to make it disappear. That tactic not only failed, but gave the hologram the opportunity to pull you in close. Now, with one arm around your waist, it gently pinched and scampered its fingers along your ribs. You exhaled sharply and bit your lip harder. “K-Knohock it off, Gahale-”

Gale held up his hands, feigning innocence. “I’m not doing anything. I haven’t moved, just like you asked.”

“G-Get rihihid of the holograham!”

“Oh!” He made a big show of realizing what you meant. His eyes flicked to the hologram and he charged up a spell in his hands. Or, it looked like he did. You knew better than that; he did nothing. He chuckled sheepishly. “Apologies, I’m afraid he has a mind of his own. There’s nothing I can do.”

“Youhuhu are deahad-”

Gale’s hologram teased your upper ribs with his fingertips. Hissing through clenched teeth, you squirmed in its hold, winding your arms tight around your torso. His fingers were trapped now, so he scribbled his fingers in a side to side motion along your ribs. The laughter was begging to be free, and it made itself known the longer you fought it off. But, if you were going down, you were going down swinging.

As a last ditch effort, you channeled your magic and sent out a small shockwave. It didn’t do any damage, but it did blow things around. Your goal was to break Gale’s concentration on his hologram spell, and it worked. Gale yelled as he stumbled back, and the hologram disappeared.

“Did you just-” Gale looked bewildered. He wasn’t hurt, but his scrolls and books were in a disarray. “Certainly a bit of tickling didn’t warrant an attack on my person!”

“It absolutely did.” You breathed. You rubbed the ticklish sensations out of your skin. “You attacked first, and I responded accordingly.”

“You did not respond accordingly!” Gale picked up one of the books that fell. He dusted off the cover. “You could’ve put a crease in my Magical Histories book.”

For whatever reason, that amused you. It amused you so much that you busted out laughing. Gale made the quick decision to cast a sound barrier spell around his tent, so that your loud laughter wouldn’t disturb your companion’s sleep. You laughed and laughed, collapsing on the floor, and Gale’s cheeks flushed.

“What is so funny?” Gale had to resist the urge to laugh along with you; your true laugh was highly contagious. Once you calmed down, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“You’re-” You couldn’t get through your sentence without snickering. “Youhu’re such a dork.”

“Wha- I will not stand for an attack on my person and my character.” Gale suddenly teleported to you, wrapping both of his arms around your frame. He scribbled across your sides, ribs, hips- anywhere he could reach. You squealed and, arms flailing, fell back into a fit of giggles.

Despite your ticklish panic, you still had some fight in you. While he was invested in tickling your ribs, a highly sensitive spot, you took the opportunity to tickle him back. You shot a hand up and buried it in the crook of his neck, tickling with purpose. Thankfully, he was ticklish too.

He immediately scrunched his neck, giggling hard. “O-Ohohoho nohoho you don’t!” He yelped and abandoned tickling you to wrestle with your hands. You grinned triumphantly.

“You left me no choice,” You wriggled your hand free from his neck and found his side, squeezing repeatedly. Gale giggled louder and gripped your wrist, but this didn’t deter you.

A tickle fight was on, and Gale was determined to win. There was a war of flailing arms and hands before the wizard emerged victorious. With a sudden burst of strength that was sure to make him sore in the morning, he pulled you down to the floor with him.

He set you on his lap, using one arm to pin your own arms to your sides. He didn’t hold on too tightly; you could’ve gotten away if you really wanted. He only held on with just enough strength to keep you from tickling him. Now, with his free hand, he kneaded into your hip bone. You lurched forward, giggling loudly, and he put his leg over yours to keep you put.

“Nahahahaha!” You squeaked as he jumped to your other hip bone. The floodgates were open now as you squirmed in his hold. “Gahahahahle!”

Now, it was his turn to grin triumphantly. He snaked his fingers up your sides, tweaking them with the lightest touch. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck. “There we are, dearest. Much better.” He chuckled into your skin, which only made you laugh louder. “And, if you won’t say it, I’m happy to do it for you. You,” He scampered up to your ribs, playing them like a piano. “Are,” A hand burrowed into your underarm, earning him yelps and cackles. “Definitely ticklish.”

You didn’t realize it at the moment, but the longer he tickled you, the more you sank into his arms. Soft, playful moments were a rarity, especially given the journey you were on. You’d never, ever say it out loud, but you were enjoying yourself. As smug as he was, Gale was being very gentle. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Do you think we could at least agree on that score?”

You hid your face with one hand, letting out a squealing laugh when his hand landed on your stomach. “NOHOHOHO!” You returned, laughing loudly, as you squirmed harder in his lap. He prodded into abdominal muscles and held you a little bit tighter.

“The signs are all there,” He whispered into your ear, teasing you, while he scribbled and poked into your belly. He let go of your arm so that he could use both hands to tickle. You didn’t realize the shift, so you curled into his arms instead of pushing his hands. “There’s the squirming, the squeals, and the laughter, which is quite enchanting…”

You finally grabbed onto his wrists, but still didn’t really stop him. It wasn’t until he gently kneaded his thumbs into the sides of your belly that you finally relented. “OKAHAHAHAY! I’M TIHIHCKLISH, GAHAHALE!”

He immediately stopped, rubbing his palms over your abdomen. “I’m happy we can finally agree on something.” He chuckled. He moved his hands off to the side. “And, I’ll let your cheeky comment slide. What’s more interesting to me is that you had the chance to move my hands, and yet you didn’t. I’m going to make another claim and suggest that you enjoyed yourself.”

You laid your head against his chest, breathing deeply. “And…if I did?” You tried to sound defensive, but there wasn’t any venom in your words. Gale smiled, resting his palm against your cheek.

“Then you’d only be more adorable to me, if that’s even possible.” His thumb rubbed along your skin as he took you in. “Gods, you’re beautiful. And that’s laugh- it’s something of the heavens, truly. I could listen to it all night.”

“But not tonight,” You tapped his nose, chuckling. “I’m exhausted.”

“No matter. I’m sure we’ll have many more nights like these to come. If you’d still like to join me, that is.”

You shifted in his lap so you could face him. You grinned. “I think I could make the time. Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“I would love that.” Gale’s smile widened as he leaned into you, and you met him halfway, pressing your lips into his. Maybe it was because you’re both spellcasters, but the kiss was nothing short of magical.

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Astarion's Folly

@angelatmidnight1 and I are very excited to finally share this fic with you! We've been working on this beast of a fic for a couple of weeks now! We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. Happy reading, folks.

FANDOM: Baldur's Gate 3 PAIRING: gender-neutral Tav/ Astarion WC: 3,712 WARNINGS: Fic contains some spoilers, swearing, and tickles.

Astarion thinks things are getting a little too friendly at camp. He comes up with a solution, and chaos ensues.

Things were getting too chummy at camp. That wouldn't do for Astarion.

Sure, he preferred when he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder. But, occasionally, he loved a good bout of debauchery. And, he knew just how to cause some. All he had to do was start with you.

You hadn't had a good bath in months. You finally saved up enough gold to pamper yourself -- you purchased fancy soap and a spell to heat up water. There was a little spring near your camp that you scoped out; it was secluded, the water was pristine, and you happily snuck away one evening. It. Was. Heaven.

You almost didn't get out of the water... until your skin started to prune. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly climbed out, covered yourself with a towel, and returned to your bedroll, where your newly cleaned shirt sat. Well, where your freshly cleaned shirt should've been. You recalled setting it on your bedroll after drying it in the sun all day. Only, it wasn't there. You furrowed your brows as you began tearing apart your camp.

Where the hells...? You straightened out and scratched your head, eyes scanning the catastrophe that was now your area. I could've sworn...

You wracked your brain for any possible reason why it wasn't there. Did someone mistake your shirt for their own? Impossible. It was hand-crafted by a family friend and was pretty unique -- bright green with white embroidery running down the sides. In the middle of your head-scratching, Astarion, who had been lurking in the distance, watched you in amusement. He watched as you continuously ripped apart your campsite, cursing under your breath, your face growing redder and redder with frustration. It was hilarious.

He eventually approached you, sporting his trademark smile. "Looking for something, darling?"

You regarded him with a huff. "Yeah," you continued, rummaging through your belongings. "My shirt. I left it right here..." With growing frustration, you motioned at the area, "Now it's gone."

"Oh, dear. That is quite… the predicament." Astarion schooled his expression into bewilderment; over two centuries of playing pretend, it had its advantages. This was child's play for him. He ducked when you tossed an empty bag out of your tent, biting back a grin. "It wouldn't have been a green shirt, would it? Floral embroidery?"

You whipped around with an expectant look. "You've seen it?"

Astarion shook his head with a frown. "No, I'm afraid not, my dear. I just had it committed to memory. It is a beautiful piece of clothing." He stepped further into your tent, drinking in your form from behind. "But, if you're really unable to find it, would it be so terrible? You look delicious without it..."

Your cheeks flushed, and you fought to conceal your smile as you turned to face him, meeting his flirtatious grin with one of your own. "As much as I'd love to walk around topless for you, it may prove unwise for the battlefield, love."

Astarion put a hand over his chest in mock surprise. "You'd walk around topless, just for me?" His grin widened, his voice turning husky. "Mm, don't make promises you can't keep, darling…" Your face only grew redder, which of course, made that damn smile grow wider.

Despite being flustered, you flicked your eyes down to his lips and closed the gap between you and him, "Maybe I'll keep this promise.." You began, brushing your lips against his. You grinned when you felt his breath quicken, "If you could keep an eye out for my shirt..." You pulled away abruptly.

Astarion groaned, "Oh, you're such a tease." He released an exaggerated sigh, "Fine, I'll keep a careful eye out for it." He agreed. You swore you caught a slight twinkle of mischief in his eyes but thought nothing of it. That was Astarion just being Astarion... right?

The next thing your beloved swiped was your favourite mug. Arabella made it with love after you saved her from the Druids. You adored that cup. Astarion, on the other hand, hated it. To him, it was an eyesore. But you loved it, so he kept his opinions to himself... mostly. You always used it for your morning coffee, washed it, and put it away with your belongings. However, when you went to retrieve it, the damn thing was nowhere to be found. Like before, you tore apart your tent -- cursing yourself for losing such a treasured item. If you didn't have your morning coffee, you were... less desirable to be around. Sure, you could fetch another, but it wasn't the same. Coffee tasted better in your mug.

Astarion had really outdone himself this time. He had snagged the cup from your bag, and with a bit of sneaking, he was able to stuff it into Lae'zel's bedroll. Well, one thing led to another, and now you and the githyanki were at each other's throats.

"It didn't just walk over here, Lae'zel." You snatched your mug from her grasp. "Why do you have my mug? You know how important it is to me!" Lae'zel just so happened to find the mug tucked into her bedroll. You, being the highly noncaffeinated person you were, lost your collective shit.

Lae'zel scoffed, not amused by your thieving accusations. "I have as much use for it as a dragon has for swords, ishtik. I assure you, I did not touch your blasted mug." She fired back, putting one hand on her greatsword. "Now, do you wish to accuse me further, or shall we settle this the Githyanki way?"

You felt a firey rage that rivalled the hells explode inside of you. You summoned a fireball in your left hand and jabbed your finger at the gith, "You know what, you snivelling-nosed--"

Out of nowhere, your pale companion stood between the two of you, "Now, now, as entertaining as it'd be to watch the two of you rip each other to shreds," Asterion held a hand out in front of both of you to keep you at bay. "This is a simple misunderstanding! It's been a very tiresome few days. We're all exhausted. I'm sure you left it out in the open, and our... friend here accidentally took it."

"I do not make mistakes." Lae'zel deadpanned, and Astarion suddenly felt that standing between the two of you was a terrible idea.

"My point exactly! You purposely took my mug! You thieving--" You were cut off by Lae'zel running at you. Astarion narrowly avoided the rampaging gith and stood off to the side with a grin. Of course, seeing you hurt wasn't ideal, but he revelled in the drama.

Thankfully, Karlach broke up the fight before things got too violent. It ended with you calling Lae'zel a thief and a coward and the gith threatening to end your life in very imaginative ways -- Astarion had to remember to write those down for... research purposes.

The final time Astarion stole something, he got cocky and made a mistake. It was dinner time, and you had decided to eat at your tent. The last fight took a lot out of you, and all you wanted to do was curl up in your bedroll and drift away. You noticed you had forgotten something and stood up to quickly retrieve it. You even made a mental note of where everything was, just in case the mysterious thief decided to snatch something of yours again. When you were far enough away, Astarion crept over and grabbed your spoon, his mind churning with all the places he'd stuff it. Unfortunately for him, you returned sooner than he anticipated, forcing him to scramble away.

He stood to the side, doing his best to look as inconspicuous as possible. Of course, you noticed him instantly, and he was acting stranger than usual. Alarm bells sounded in your head as you hurried back to your tent, and lo and behold, your spoon was missing. You scoffed as you recalled the other times your items had suspiciously vanished. He was always nearby whenever something disappeared. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to prove he was the culprit. You had to formulate a rock-solid plan to get a confession out of him. You couldn't accuse him outright -- he'd find a way to worm out of that.

After some thinking, you came up with a brilliant idea. One that was foolproof. Astarion was lounging in his tent, reading a book, looking a little too invested. He glanced up when he heard you approaching. The spawn wore a genuine smile reserved for you and you only. It melted your heart, but you were on a mission, and no amount of smiling or sweetness would stop you from completing it. You sat next to him and smiled sweetly at him, taking a moment to contain the butterflies swirling around your insides.

You took a moment to collect yourself before slapping on your usual smile, "Astarion?"

"Hmm?" He glanced up and grinned as he saw you approach, "Yes, darling? What can I do for you?"

You sighed as you stepped into his tent, "I don't have much of an appetite tonight, and then I saw you, and, well... you look delicious." Your eyes roamed down his body, "May I join you, love? Maybe you can tell me about the book you're reading."

Your flirtatious greeting caught him off-guard -- that was his thing, not yours, "Oh, I suppose I could do with some company. Come here," He scooted over to make space for you, "I won't bite."

You happily accepted his invitation and settled next to him. "Can I cuddle you?" You asked, which threw him off even more. Since when were you this affectionate?

Still, he didn't miss a beat. He masked his surprise with another chuckle. "I'd like that very much, my dear."

You leaned against him and wrapped your arm around him, "So," You slid your hand down his side, "What're you reading?"

"Oh, this?" He gestured to the book with a shrug. "Just an old collection of poetry. Not all that interesting, I'm afraid."

Your heartbeat picked up as your fingers twitched in anticipation, "Perhaps you would like to hear my favourite story, darling?"

Astarion noticed your rapid heart rate and couldn't help but smile. He had that effect on people, especially you. "Of course, darling. I'm all pointed ears, my love.

You flashed him a sickly sweet smile, "Once upon a time, there was a handsome elf vampire named Astarion..." You shifted ever so slightly, preparing to pounce, "He had a nasty habit of taking things that didn't belong to him. His beautiful and very patient partner, Tav, loved him very much. One day, one of Tav's things goes missing. They know not where, but they ripped apart their tent for this lost item. Their beloved, who had taken said item, approached Tav, offering his aid, even though he was the one who stole it."

Astarion felt the blood drain from his face, which was impossible. He was dead, after all, "My love, I never stole--"

You placed a finger over his lips, "Hush, darling. I'm not finished," You grinned at the fear in his eyes, absolutely relishing it, "The next item to go missing was Tav's favourite mug. Astarion, with his nimble fingers, placed it in the grumpy Lae'zel's belongings. Why? For the destruction it would reap, of course. Tav's darling Astarion loved chaos. He revelled in it. So, when Tav and Lae'zel prepared to fight each other over this mug. He watched with great amusement..."

"I did try to stop the fight..." The vampire spoke up, only to trail off when he saw your death glare.

You stared him down, daring him to utter another word. When he remained silent, you continued, "Tav's darling dearest made a mistake. He got cocky. You see, Tav gave him the benefit of the doubt. Each time an item had gone missing, he was there to aid them in their search. Which Tav admittedly found odd, but he always offered words of encouragement or offered to keep an eye out for their lost item. So, any suspicions Tav had were soon quashed."

Astarion made an attempt to slip out of your grasp, but you held on tighter, making him flinch, "Darling--"

"However," You cut him off, "One fine evening during dinner, Tav's spoon went missing. No one else stood nearby except for their beloved. Who looked awfully suspicious. So imagine Tav's surprise when they returned to their tent to find their spoon missing. At that moment, they recounted where their darling Astarion had been for each theft. He was there when Tav's shirt vanished, and although him being there wasn't suspicious at first, a slight twinkle in his eye made Tav feel... off. The next odd occurrence was him stepping in-between Tav and Lae'zel from tearing each other apart. Astarion would never purposefully stop a fight. Then, the third and final time, well, that was just obvious..." You finished your story by digging your fingers into his side.

Astarion yelped and lurched forward to escape the tickly fingers. "WHAAhat do you THIHInk you’re DOHOHOing?” A high-pitched squeal escaped him when you skittered down his side and squeezed his hip.

"I know it was you!" You fired back, pulling him back against you. He twisted in your arms, hands flying around to catch your wrists. "You can't tell me everything I mentioned was a coincidence, Astarion!" He managed to escape from your grasp and went to run, but you tackled him to the ground and latched your fingers onto his sides like leeches, making him scream.

"Whahahat?!" The spawn yelped again when you went for his tummy. After a bit of flailing, he managed to grab your forearms. "Thahat… that prohohoves nothing! I'm guhuhuilty of existing in camp?"

"Not exactly." You straddled his waist while fighting against his grip, leaning in to whisper -- your breath tickled something awful on his incredibly sensitive ear. Astarion's eyes widened, and he sputtered out a curse, shaking his head and madly giggling. "If it wasn't you, maybe you saw who it was. Either way, you know something, and I'll tickle it out of you."

"NOHohohohoho!" He released your arm and covered his ear, and with your newly freed limb, you repeatedly squeezed just above his hip, and he snorted. “Youhuhuhu lihihihttle s-shihihihit! Geheheheht off of mehehehehehe!”

"I'll get off of you if you tell me what I want to know!" You gave his sides a few more squeezes before you finally stopped and gave him a cheeky but expectant smile. Astarion continued to giggle and huffed.

"As I've already said," He squirmed under you, trying to get his footing so he could sit up, "I have nothing to do with your items disappearing! Nor do I know who it is! Have you ever considered that perhaps you're just hopelessly forgehehehtful--!"

You made your way up his ribs, forcing an array of sounds out of him. Astarion open-mouth cackled as he frantically caught your hands and fought to pull them away. "Gods, you're stubborn." You teased. "But that's alright. We can do this all night~." You upped your antics, using your nails to rake up and down his ribs.

In an act of desperation, he bucked his hips, sending you toppling over. He took the opportunity to scramble to the exit of his tent. Unfortunately for him, you were prepared for this. You extended your arm, letting the magic flow through you as you summoned your Mage Hand spell. The hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him towards you.

"That's cheating!" He shouted as he clawed at the ground, desperate to find purchase. Once he realized it was a losing battle, he rolled onto his back and prepared for your attack.

"I will use every advantage I have against you, Astarion!" You shouted as you lunged at him, hands sneaking underneath his shirt, which had become untucked during the commotion.

When your fingers came into contact with his skin, loud, boisterous laughter tumbled out of him like fresh taffy -- it was music to your ears. You had become so accustomed to his fake laugh that when his real one shone through, you had to pause for your brain to process the sound. It was bubbly and wild, so unlike his usual façade. You chased the sound, going up and down his sides, getting the divots between his rib bones, scratching at his belly, digging into his hip bones, just anything to get him to make that delightful sound again. Thankfully, it didn't take much. It was such a beautiful sound; hell, he was beautiful.

Eventually, you slowed your attack enough for him to speak, "I'll ask again, Astarion. Where are my things?"

He lay motionless underneath you, aside from the occasional twitch when your fingers skimmed over a wildly ticklish spot. Eventually, when he realized you had no intention of stopping, he spoke, "I dihidn't take ahanything!" Astarion whined, acting as though you were brutally torturing him.

"Lies!" You shouted, and you made the split-second decision to bury your hands underneath his arm.

The sound that escaped him was equally as hilarious and perplexing. It reminded you of the sounds a rothé would make during mating season, mixed with a dying goblin. You had to hear that again. You called upon your Mage Hand again, and just as he was gasping for air, you pulled his arms over his head and used the hand to keep them in place. Before Astarion could dream of speaking, you went in for the kill. Your fingers found his underarms, and as if things couldn't get any worse, you scooted down to blow a raspberry on his stomach. Much to your delight and Astarion's dismay, he made the sound, followed by another and another.

"Astarion, what in the hells is that sound you're making?" You struggled to contain your laughter, which earned you a scowl, or what you assumed to be one through his tears of mirth.

"I'M GOHOHOHOING TO KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU-- ACK!" He yelped when you blew yet another raspberry over his stomach.

"I'm sorry, Astarion. Could you repeat that? I can't hear you over this loud laughter!" You raised your voice into a shout for added effect, and he was not amused. He had to think fast; otherwise, he feared you'd make good on your promise to tickle him all night.

Just before you could blow another raspberry, he yelled, "Wait! Dahaharling, hold on--”

You looked up and cocked your head to the side. "Yes, my love?" Instead of the raspberry, you traced your fingertips along his stomach, making him shudder and giggle. "Do you have something to tell me?" You arched an expectant eyebrow.

Astarion nodded repeatedly. "Yehehes! Yes, b-buhut you hahahve to stohohp tihihickling me first!” You obliged, but you kept your hand on his stomach. He breathed hard, still grinning from the phantom tickles.

"Thehere we go, see? We can be civilized about this," He fidgeted under you to test your grip on him. You still had him pinned where you wanted him. He mentally cursed, but that didn't stop his mind from finding another means of escape. In the meantime, he'd do the next best thing: sweet talking. "Now, I'll admit, I may have… acquired a few of your things. A harmless prank, really. Keeps the edges sharp as we go about our little adventure, hmm?"

You leered at him. "So, you took my things," you went back to stroking his stomach and sides, making him gasp and giggle. "And you lied about it?"

"Nohoho! No, youhuhuhu wehehere tickling me!” He argued, yelping when you pinched his hips. You stopped before he drowned in giggles, "I wahas under duress!"

You knew what he was doing and wouldn't fall for it. Walking your fingers back up his sides, you moved towards his underarms, and he immediately tensed up. "Last chance, Astarion. Tell me where my things are."

"Alright, alright! T-Take it easy, my love…" He breathed, fidgeting under you again. "Your spoon is in my right pocket. As for your shirt, I left it in the red maple tree where I usually hunt. You can't miss it."

You hummed, more or less satisfied with his answer. You patted his pants until you felt the utensil and fished out of his pocket. You also made a mental note to go and retrieve your shirt. But, it was such a rarity to see Astarion truly laugh. What's more, he did admit he was guilty…

Instead of climbing off of him, which he also expected, you flashed him a mischievous smile that spelled trouble in every language spoken in Faerûn, "Just to be clear, you're saying you did, in fact, take my things, right?"

Astarion's brows furrowed in confusion as panic rose inside of him. He slowly nodded as his mind frantically came up with a plan. Your spell, Mage Hand, required you to maintain concentration. He could escape if he somehow found a way for you to lose it. The question was, how would he make you lose focus?

"I see... well, lucky for you, I only tickle thieves." You smirked as your fingers found their way back to his underarms. Astarion screamed as his body flopped to the side; no amount of pulling would free his arms.

"NOAHAHAHA!" Astarion cried out and thrust his hips. You were a little too invested in your tickle torture. You hadn't accounted for this, and you toppled over with a shout because of your lack of preparation.

That was the key to breaking your concentration. The spell broke, freeing Astarion. He rolled away from you, scrambled to his feet, and sprinted. You took a little too long to collect yourself, you weren't able to grab him before he escaped. You shouted his name as you got your feet underneath you and took off after him. You chased him for a good while before you both collapsed under the same tree where your shirt was hanging from.

All in all, it was a productive day. Astarion got a hefty dose of his own medicine, and you vented your frustrations without raising your voice. Bonus: you got to hear his adorable laughter.

#astarion x reader #ticklish!astarion #lee!astarion #ler!tav #bg3 tickle #bg3 tickling #astarion x tav #Baldur’s gate 3 tickle #astarion #astarion ancunín #reader insert #baldur's gate 3

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 months

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I'll be honest; I started Baldur's Gate 3 as an Astarion girl. I've romanced him and a few other characters since then...but, Gale? He's such a sweetheart omg. His nerdy personality pairs so well with my aloof, noble-born sorceress tav 🥰. I've only started the romance scenes with him yesterday, but they have this competitive academia banter that is adorable.

I have 2 fics I'm working on featuring Gale, one as a lee and one as a ler, but I have no idea when they'll be done 😅

#baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 months

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Heyy!

Would you be open to write a tickle fic with William Afton/Steve Raglan tickling the reader silly for misbehaving on the job as his assistant?

Hi I’m so sorry, but I’m not into the FNAF fandom, so I don’t think I could do this fic justice 😞

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 months

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Smile For Me

Hi, @supermarvel-fics! I'm your squealing Santa this year. It's my first time writing for the Scream series, but I really hope this fic is to your liking. I'm a big fan of the series myself :D. I hope you have a great holiday season and a wonderful 2024!

Word Count- 2,169.

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of death, and tickling.

Fandom- Scream (1996).

Pairing- Stu Macher x Reader (Friends to lovers- two characters falling in love and character A finds out character B is ticklish (ends in kissing and confessing) Characters are both 18 in this fic.

It’s been a string of dark days for Woodsboro, California, as the Ghostface attacks ravage the town. Stu distracts you from your worries by inviting you over to his place. What was supposed to be a chill night of movies turned into playful tickling and heartfelt confessions.

Diiiiing!

High school didn’t usually dismiss at 9:00am. You didn’t crawl out of the warmth of your bed for two hours of instruction. But, these weren’t usual times.

A killer was on the loose. People were going missing, lives were being lost. Woodsboro High couldn’t keep you safe. So, they sent everyone home with a strict curfew to be enforced in the evening.

Even in a crowd, you felt afraid. Ghostface could be anywhere. He could strike at any time. You didn’t even bother going to your locker. Instead, you were one of the first students in the hall, holding your backpack strap in a death grip.

You walked as fast as your feet could take you. But, someone behind you was faster.

Unlike you, Stu was thrilled to have a siesta from school. He burst out of his boring history class with a huge grin. He scanned the crowd for you and, when he saw you, he pushed his way forward.

“(Y/N!)

In the commotion of the busy hallway, you didn’t hear him approach. So, when two strong arms hoisted you into the air, you screamed.

“No, NO! Let me go!” Your limbs took on a mind of their own, flailing about violently. If Ghostface was gonna take you out, he’d have a fight on his hands. Stu yelped and, after getting clocked in the jaw, he immediately put you back down.

“Hey, HEY! It’s just me!” Stu wailed. He rubbed his jaw, wincing. “Fuck, that hurt…”

You sighed an exasperated sigh. “Damn it, Stu.” You stepped towards him, closing the gap, and tenderly put a hand on his jaw. “You scared the hell outta me. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Stu’s eyes softened. The two of you had been friends since elementary school, and it wasn’t really a secret that he adored you. He made an agreement with Billy that they weren’t allowed to hurt you. Ever. You were his calm in the storm that he and Billy were bringing to Woodsboro.

And, for you, Stu was your light in the darkness. The Ghostface attacks had you on edge. You hadn’t been sleeping well, lacked focus in class, and constantly looked over your shoulder. A part of you wished that Stu took the ordeal more seriously. But, a larger part of you was grateful that he still found ways to make you smile. He leaned into your hand and gave you a little pout.

“Sorry enough to come by my place tonight?” Stu’s pout turned into a bright, hopeful grin. “My parents won’t be home, and Randy hooked me up with some killer movies. All that’s missing is you~.”

He ended his statement with a poke to your nose. You smiled, playfully batting his hand away. Then, you released his jaw and sighed.

“I don’t know, Stu. I’m tired.” You replied. Then, as if on cue, you yawned deeply. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of, well, ya know.”

Stu nodded. But then, he gave you another bright smile, leaning his taller frame towards you. “That’s exactly why you should come over! Ghostface’s got nothing on me.” He bragged and flexed his muscles. “Look, I’m so buff, I’ll totally protect you, (Y/N).”

You regarded him with a smirk. Then, you reached up to feel his bicep. Stu gasped and made a dramatic show of leaning into you. You tried to hold him up, but he was too heavy, and he nearly made you fall. You yelped and stumbled back into a nearby locker, scolding him without malice.

“Stuhu!” You laughed and grabbed onto both of his arms to keep yourself upright. Stu snickered and hovered over you. He gently shook your hands off of his arms and took them into his own. He squeezed them affectionately, thumbs rubbing the top of your hands, and his blue eyes gazed into yours.

“Let me protect you, alright?” He asked softly. You froze and held his gaze. There was a sudden warmth in his eyes, and you felt your cheeks heating up. After a beat, you nodded.

“Alright, if you really promise to protect me.”

Although the safety of your home comforted you, you needed a distraction. And, Stu seemed happy to deliver. Stu confirmed this with a wide grin.

“Awesome!” Stu cheered. He suddenly scooped you up, making you squeal, and carried you through the crowds. Once out of the school, he put you down, patting your back. “Come by at six tonight. Oh! And bring food! Can’t have a movie night without food.”

You smoothed out your clothes, returning his grin. Honestly, he could’ve gotten lost in that smile. “I’ll bring the best of Woodsboro’s culinary delights. You can count on it.”

Stu whooped and did a fist pump. Then, with another laugh, the two of you parted ways.

Burgers, fries, and sodas spelled the perfect night-in for you. Stu’s house wasn’t too far from yours, but your older brother insisted on dropping you off. You waved goodbye as he pulled off and carried the food to Stu’s door. You had to put the sodas down to knock on the door. Seconds later, the door opened, and Stu greeted you with a huge grin.

“There you are! Right on time.” He gave you a quick hug and helped you bring the food in. Once inside his home, you felt your shoulders drop. You’d been over his home so many times, it brought you a sense of peace. A rarity in the current state of Woodsboro. You followed him to the living room and set the bags down. He did the same. Then, he turned to you, playfully pushing you back onto the couch.

“HEY!” You caught yourself with your hands, snickering. Stu flopped beside you, and you lightly shoved his shoulder. “That’s how you treat someone who brought you food?”

Stu chuckled and cozied up to you, putting his head on your arm. “Maybe.” He smirked. He reached forward to grab the remote and his fries. “Now, shhh! The movie’s starting.”

You rolled your eyes, but otherwise relented.

Stu picked out a scary movie for the two of you to watch. His head was still resting on your arm and, despite your best efforts, you flinched at the jump scares. You shielded your eyes from any more scares, and Stu looked up at you curiously. He smiled.

“D’aww, you’re kinda cute when you’re afraid.” He cooed. He poked your cheek, snickering as you reeled away from him.

“Cut it out, I’m not cute.” You argued, keeping your eyes shielded. You moved your hands when you felt him shift under you. He sat straight up, suddenly poking your side. You slammed your arm to protect the area. “Aha! Stu!”

“I don’t know,” he mused, now harboring a playful glint in his eye. “That’s the cutest little giggle I’ve ever heard. And you know what?”

You didn’t respond, but when you felt the couch cushion dip, you jumped to your feet out of instinct. Just in time too, because Stu had scooted closer to you, wriggling his fingers in the air. You giggled nervously, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Stu, don’t you dare-”

“Oh, I dare, (Y/N)!” He grinned mischievously. He made the conscious effort not to dip into his Ghostface voice. “I wanna hear that adorable giggle again.”

He shot up from his seat and lunged towards you. You yelped and narrowly dodged him. You ran behind the couch for cover and tried to run around it. But, Stu mirrored your movements, moving left and right with you respectively. “Where ya goin’~?”

“I’m gonna kill youhu-” You snickered and made the last minute decision to grab a pillow for self-defense. Stu’s eyes widened and, after a dramatic gasp, he covered his mouth with both hands.

“You’re gonna kill me? With a pillow? Oh my god, have mercy!” Stu pretended to sound terrified. Then, he suddenly vaulted over the couch, easily ripping the pillow from your hands. “I don’t respond well to threats! Now, you’re gonna get it!”

You screamed and took off running. Stu’s grin widened; he loved a good chase. He stayed hot on your tail and chased you through the house. He easily caught up with you and, just before you could book it upstairs, he wrapped both of his arms around your waist. He dragged you back to the couch and tossed you onto it.

“Baaad move, (Y/N)! You don’t run upstairs when someone’s chasing you!” He playfully chastised. He straddled your waist and poked at random spots on your torso. You squealed and bucked your hips, giggling frantically. “Haven’t you watched any movies?”

“Nohohoho!” You whined and wrestled with his hands. You managed to get a couple of pinches on his sides, making him squeal, but he was faster and stronger than you. He gathered your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head. Then, with his free hand, he alternated pinches along your hips. You arched your back and giggled harder. “Thihihis isn’t fuhuhuhny! Lehehet me gohoho!”

“Nope! No can do, I’ve gotta have those cute (Y/N) giggles.” Stu snickered and suddenly reached up to spider his nails along your neck. “Give ‘em to me!”

You yelled and scrunched your neck. “NOHahahaha! Stuhuhu stahaha!” You protested and whipped your head around, trying to avoid his fingers. After a couple more scratches, his hand found your side, and he squeezed at it rapidly. You arched your back again. “STUHUHU!”

“(Y/N)~” He responded in a singsong voice. He scritched across your stomach to get to your other side. “Poor baby, does it tickle?”

“Yehehehes!” You whined and fell deeper into your giggle fit. “Plehehehehease stohohohop!”

“But I haven’t even tickled your armpits yet!” Stu argued. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, only to be met with a smug grin. “What? That wouldn’t be a bad spot, would it?”

“NO! Not there, Stu, plehehehease!” You started giggling again when he poked and prodded up your side. You squirmed, trying to roll away from you, but his weight on top of you kept you pinned to the cushions. “Plehehease nohohot thehehere!”

Stu smirked up at you, teasing your rib cage with his blunt nails. That was your second worst spot; you squirmed around more violently, gasping in between giggles.

“Here I come, (Y/N)...” Stu taunted. He pinched at the spaces in between your ribs, earning short barks of laughter. “I’m gonna get you..”

You shook your head back and forth, laughing harder as he kept moving up. “Nahahaha dohohon’t!”

Stu’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Would you fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book?

“Don’t what?” He asked, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. You snorted and pushed your head against his, making him chuckle. “Hmm~? Don’t what, buddy?”

“Tihihihihickle mehehehehe!”

No way. Stu switched to the other side of your neck to nuzzle. You pinched your eyes shut, now full-on laughing. “Well,” he breathed into your skin, making you laugh harder. “If you insist!”

Stu let go of your wrists and, in one fluid motion, plunged his wiggling fingers under your arms. You screamed and slammed your arms against your sides, which trapped his hands in place.

“NOHAHAHA GEHEHEHT OHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHE!” You kicked your legs against the couch, your loud laughter filling up every corner of the room. “PLEHEHEHASE!”

“Listen to you, listen to that pretty laugh!” Stu laughed along with you and drilled his thumbs into your armpits. You squeezed your arms against your sides even more, falling deeper into a pit of laughter. “You’re such a cutie. Tickle, tickle, tickle, cutie pie.”

You blushed and writhed under him, laughing yourself silly. While tickling your armpits, Stu returned to nuzzling your neck. He blew quick raspberries into it when he felt especially mischievous. As much as you kicked and laughed, you weren’t going anywhere. It was the raspberries that pushed you into hiccupy laughter, and after one more raspberry, Stu stopped tickling you.

You breathed heavily. Ticklish sensations still plagued you, so you were still very giggly. “Youhu’re suhuhch an ahahashole.”

Stu laughed. “You don’t mean that. You love me!” His eyes softened again as he looked at you; disheveled hair, a wide smile, those beautiful (e/c) eyes. “Right? Cause I’ve definitely got a thing for you, (Y/N).”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Your face spelled surprise, but somewhere in your heart, you already knew. “Really?”

Stu climbed off of you so that you could sit up. “Hell yeah, I do.” He repeated, patting a spot beside him. You obliged by scooting beside him, so that you were pressed against him. “Want me to prove it?”

That’s what you needed. Proof. Something sweet to seal the deal. You nodded. Then, wrapping an arm around you, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Deeply.

You leaned up into that kiss and smiled. Stu smiled too. He’d kill to keep that smile on your face.

#scream 1996 #stu macher #stu macher x reader #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #scream tickle #lee!reader #ler!stumacher

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