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adorkablenerd · 8 months

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A Star's Laughter

AAAAAH I HAVE BEEN SO OBSSESED WITH THIS MAN AND I NEEDED TO WRITE SMTH FOR HIM!! I really hope I did him justice and that y'all enjoy this fic :) This is just some Astarion fluff cus I want him to be happy so bad

This is a tickle fic! Also there shouldn't be any major spoilers here, just some tiny things that hint as stuff that happens in the 1st act, but nothing that out right spoilers stuff!

Ship: Astarion x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Words: 2,373

Some may call it stupid to annoy a vampire, but you had done plenty of other things people would call stupid and survived, so surely this would be fine. You couldn’t help it when said vampire was so cocky and fun to mess with.

“Love?” Astarion turned his gaze from the book he was reading to look at you the best he could with your head resting on his shoulder.

“Yes, my star?” You could see a hint of his real smile come out at the pet name, but he quickly hid it, opting instead for an obviously fake glare.

“Normally I would love your never ending attention, however I would really like to read in peace.” You both knew he was lying. He had been reading the same book all morning just to get a rise out of you, claiming to be busy every time you tried to drag him out of your shared bed.

“I think you’ve spent enough time with that book today, you’ve barely even made any progress with it!” You moved your head off of him, giving him an offended look. You weren’t wrong, despite it being in his hand for the past hour, he had only gotten a couple pages further from where he started.

“Well, perhaps I’d have gotten more read if someone wasn’t so incessant on bothering me.” He didn’t even move his head to look at you this time, but you could tell he was smiling. It was a game to see who was more stubborn, and you were determined to win.

“Are you sure you’d like to continue reading rather than paying attention to me?” You used your sweetest voice and best puppy dog eyes, but he still wouldn’t look.

“I’m sure darling, this part is quite good, I think I'll be reading all day with how captivating the story is.” Well, if that’s how he wanted it, you didn’t mind being more convincing. From your spot behind him, you brought both of your hands to his sides, beginning to lightly trace around the area over the white night shirt he was still wearing. You felt his body jolt at the initial touch, but he held back his laughter.

“If it’s so interesting I would love to know more. Why don’t you tell me a bit about it?” You’re touch traveled higher, still just barely grazing his ribs, yet you could see how he struggled to stay still.

“I-I don’t think you’d care for this one, dear.” One of his hands moved to cover his ever growing smile, while the other kept the book open.

“I believe that should be for me to decide on my own. If not a summary, perhaps you could read it aloud for a bit. Surely that’s not too much to ask for?” Your hands moved again, this time to his back, nails lightly scratching up and down it. He jumped slightly, and his body leaned forward, away from the touch for just a moment, but leaned back towards you when he felt the touch leave him. You had always tried to be careful when it came to touching his back, never wanting to make him uncomfortable, but he never seemed to mind when it came to you. You could tell he was close to breaking, his body trembling trying to hold everything in. He couldn’t even respond, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to contain the laughter that was threatening to spill out. He instead turned the page of the book and tried to block out the sensations that were taking over his mind.

“Still not enough? Fine then, I suppose I’ll have to try something else.” The feeling was quickly torn away from him as you brought your arms back towards you. Despite initial relief he felt, it was quickly replaced with another feeling, one he could only describe as disappointment. It confused him for a moment, did he truly like it? Was it the gentle touch? The feeling of wanting to laugh freely that came so rarely? Or was it because it was you? He didn’t have much time to contemplate these questions, as he was quickly brought out of his thoughts by your fingers finding their way under his arms.

“SHIHIT! Youhu cheheheater!” Caught off guard, he dropped the book and broke into loud cackles. His arms had gone down on instinct, trapping your hands where they were, making it even easier to target the area. You still kept your touch lighter, but it was enough to keep him giggling as you swirled the tips of your pointer fingers in both hollows.

“Ah, are you done reading now? How wonderful, I just knew you’d come around.” You put your head on his shoulder again so you could see his expression better. From the new angle, you could see his laugh lines and realized how his fangs were always more noticeable when he was laughing. He had never looked more beautiful. You smiled at the sight, then lightly blew a small puff of air into his ear.

“EEhehe, I aham nohot dohohone! Nohow thahat I’ve lohohost my pahage, I mahay have to stahart from thehe beginihihing!” He was instigating you even further, not wanting you to stop again, not for a bit at least.

“My apologies love, by all means continue reading your book. It’s still in front of you, all you need to do is pick it up and open it.” You stilled your fingers for a moment, giving him the chance to reach out for it, while still keeping your hands in the same spot. He waited a moment, aware it was a trick, then quickly reached out anyways. As soon as his arms raised to grab it, you softly pinched at his top ribs, making them slam back down again before he could get to the book.

“Thihis ihisn’t faihihir and yohou knohohow ihit!” He complained through his giggles, body beginning to lean back into you as he lost the energy to keep himself upright.

“My beloved, we both know neither of us play fair. Now, are you ready to give up on the book?” You continued playing with his ribs as he went even more limp in your arms. It didn’t take you very long to catch on to the fact that he didn’t mind this. He wasn’t trying to get away or stop you in the slightest, and you could see the genuine happiness in his smile that he tried so often to hide.

“N-Neheheveher.” He shook his head at you from its place on your chest. You couldn’t but laugh a bit yourself at how cute he could be at times. Hearing your laughter, a slight blush decorated his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He moved to face the opposite side as you, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Well, that won’t do at all.” You removed your hands from under his arms with ease and moved to the side, making him fall flat onto the bed. By the time he had processed that the tickling had stopped again and that you had moved from behind him, you were already on top of him, sitting on his upper thighs. You grinned down at him, hands curled into claws right above his tummy, ready to strike.

“Mhm, I think this is the best angle by far~” No matter which way he turned his head you’d be able to see his bright smile, something the vampire was less than thrilled by. He seemed torn trying to decide what to do with his hands, stuck between wanting to cover his face or cover his waist, over which your hands hovered, but didn’t yet touch. He settled on grabbing a pillow from behind him and holding it to his face, trying to hide his reactions from you.

“Still a good angle darling?” Though the words were slightly muffled, you could make them out just fine. Even when flustered he still managed to snark back at you.

“I’m still enjoying the view, though I admit, I’m a bit disappointed I can't see your beautiful face.” You placed your hands onto his sides and kept them frozen there.

“I-I’m sure, it’s truly a shame, isn’t it? Perhaps if you had just let me read you could have just admired mEHEE-” Whatever he was about to say next was cut off by you squeezing up and down his sides. His arms shook, but held the pillow to his face, though it didn’t do much to quiet his fit of giggles.

“I suppose I’ll just have to admire your gorgeous laughter instead. That is, unless you’d like to stop hiding from me and admit you love me more than that book.” Though you were sure he was enjoying himself, you wanted to make sure you weren’t going too far by giving him an easy out. One he chose not to take. Hearing your words, he pressed the pillow even more into him, trying to dampen the noises coming from him and to make sure you couldn't see him.

“Nohohot hahapehenihing!” You could still make out the words he was saying and couldn’t help but laugh again at his stubbornness. You faked a gasp, though you weren’t sure if he even heard it over himself.

“My love, you wound me so! If that’s how you truly feel then so be it. I’ll just have to prove that I’m far more worthy of your love.” His laughter rose as you spoke, both at your overdramatics and from your fingers making their way under his shirt to light scratch around his tummy.

“Ihi hohope you knohow Ihihi’m gohoing toho gehehet you fohor thihis.” It was a bit hard to feel threatened by someone who had their face shoved into a pillow giggling adorably.

“And how are you gonna do that with your hands so preoccupied? Not to mention you’re much more sensitive than me dear, it might be a bit difficult to get your revenge while you're busy trying to defend yourself.” You may have been lying a bit, but he didn’t need to know that. You moved your hands again, this time going down to his hips and tracing around the tops of them. You almost fell off of the other when his body quickly bucked up at the first touch to the new area, and you could've sworn you heard what sounded like a squeal come from him. You quickly readjusted yourself and noticed that his arms had slightly come down, his grip on the pillow loosening as well.

“Oh, what’s this? Did I find a good spot?” You picked right back up where you left off and went back to tracing all around his hips with your nails. This time you had braced yourself in case he reacted so strongly again, but were unprepared for a pillow to hit you directly in the face.

“Oohops, my hand slipped.” Now that the pillow was no longer shielding his face from your view you could see the pink that filled it, the color traveling up his ears as well. You could barely pretend to be mad, too amused by the whole situation. You picked up the pillow that hit you and tossed it off to the side so it wasn’t in the way. You put your hands around his hips and smirked down at him.

“Oh you are so dead.” Astarion didn’t even have the chance to respond before he broke into shrieks of laughter, his hands moving to grip your wrists, but not trying to push them away. The way his laugh sounded when this new area was targeted was the best by far. Though all his laughs were beautiful, this one was full of squeaks and even a few snorts, and it was heavenly. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he surrendered through his hysterics, face now a brighter red.

“Ohokahay, okahahahay! Ihi lohohove yohou mohohore thahan thehe bohohohook!” You took this as your sign to stop, and so you moved your hands away, proudly smiling down at him.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right love?” He tried to glare at you, but the smile stuck on his face took away any malice it could have held.

“Of course you’d say it wasn’t hard, you weren’t the one being tortured.” Despite his words and best efforts, you could still see the smile he was trying to hide with a pout.

“Ah yes, a truly horrible experience, I assume. Though, not once did you actually tell me to stop, you know?” He refused to meet your eyes, choosing to look anywhere else in the room.

‘Yes, well, the thought must have slipped my mind.” His hands intertwined with yours, still seeking the warm comfort of them.

“Mhm, I’m sure it did.” You leaned your head down towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“One thing hasn’t slipped my mind though darling.” He returned your gaze, giving you a peck on the lips.

“And what would that be?” His head moved closer to your ear, whispering one quick word into it.

“Revenge.” Seizing the opportunity, he quickly flipped your positions, him on top of your waist, pinning your arms above your head. The amount of energy he still had surprised you, and the quick movements caught you off guard.

“You didn’t really think you’d be getting away with that, did you?” He smirked down at you. Your mind went back to the promise he made about revenge. You knew that he would most likely stay true to his word, but you didn’t expect that it would be so soon.

“I don’t regret a thing.” You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself a bit as you spoke. Though the redness that coated his face had mostly dissipated, you could still see a bit of the pink on the tips of his ears.

“We’ll see about that~” He moved both of your hands to only one of his easily, not that you tried very hard, or at all, to stop him. You certainly had his attention now, and it would be a while before either of you thought about that book again.

#tickling #tickle fic #my writing #baldur's gate tickle #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #i think this is prob the hardest ive ever worked on a fic before #im so soft for him fr #he deserves the world

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