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[i-choose-the-danger]

Wyll's Enchanted Boots

Set somewhere in acts 1/2, once the group is more comfortable with each other. Astarion is a little sh!t prankster

"What did he do this time?"

"Enchanted Wyll's boots," Karlach snorted. "Poor guy can't get them off."

Shadowheart sneered. "He's going to give away our location if they don't keep it down."

"You want to get in the middle of their prank war, go ahead. They've been obsessed recently. But I think Gale or Tav cast something that soundproofed the camp before they left. Pretty sure we've all been making noise."

"Help! HELP! Get these things ohooooofffff! GaHA! TICKLES! IT TICKLES! Oh my GAHAHADS! HEEEEELP!" 

"No one will save you, darling fool," Astarion was watching Wyll roll on the ground struggling to remove the cursed boots. His smile was smug and satisfied - Wyll had been especially sassy and righteous during their travels that week and Astarion had had enough. He was sitting in a chair above the downed fighter swirling a wine glass with the occasional sip. "Another few minutes and that will have made up for all of those comments on my rat diet."

"Feheheathers! Th-thousands of feathers!"

"Yes dear, I'm sure it feels that way!"

Shadowheart shuddered, but she had weighed the options in her mind. "Oi! Astarion! Those were a good pair of boots. Why did you need to waste them with a curse like that?"

The vampire put a hand to his chest in false hurt. "This? A waste? I think not dear, I am more than satisfied with the results. Wyll, darling fool that he is, may have stepped into them unwillingly but now whoever wants to laugh themselves silly can do so anytime they please. It only lasts as long as you can keep them on…" He chuckled darkly.

"And will it be your turn after he manages to get them off?" She raised a brow. 

"I'd kinda like to try," Karlach shrugged. 

"Then pull them off meeeee! HaHAhahahaaa!" Wyll wailed.

"Nah, looks too intense. Or are you that sensitive?" She teased. "You walk around camp with a crop top Wyll, can't say I blame Astarion for getting ideas."

"And he has an extra pair of normal shoes lying around somewhere," Astarion waved his hand. "Unless they're enchanted too and Gale ate them...Hm. Heh. Heheh. Good luck fighting whilst laughing your arse off."

Shadowheart clicked her tongue. "It has been mere minutes, and he is crying."

"Heeeeeeelp!"

"Enough Astarion," Karlach laughed. "He's had enough."

"Alright, alright," Astarion sighed and set his glass down. "Hold still darling. Stop kicking your - hey! Stop kicking for a minute! Yes, thank you. Excellent self control. Let me pull the left off first…that's it, dear. Here you go, Karlach. You slip it on and it'll start tickling after a few moments. I'm only giving you one boot, otherwise you may get too excited and blow us up, you sweet touch-starved barbarian. Now Wyll, if you kick me again I'm leaving this one on….Alright goooood….Aaaaaand you're free!" He stood back up with a delighted smile and offered the other boot to Shadowheart. "Curious?"

"Hells no," She crossed her arms. 

"HEH! Heheheh. Haha, oh my, heheh, ohoho!" Karlach broke out into higher pitched giggles than anyone would have thought. "Hehehey! This isn't bahahad!...This is nihihice! H-how ticklish are you Wyll? Heheh!"

Wyll stayed on the ground as he watched his teammates and friends have fun. "I'm," he gasped, "I'm happy…at least one person…can enjoy that torture device…heheh…"

"Two people," Astarion reclined back on his chair like a cat. "I'll leave the pair by Halsin's tent when they come back and then we can get a proper show. You'll be thanking me."

Shadowheart looked down at the boot, up at Karlach who had taken a seat on the ground and was giggling, and sighed as she sat down beside her. "A kind gift you've given her," She said to Astarion. "But I'm curious as to why you want to see us laugh?"

"Better a smile on your face and cheer in the camp than slowly angering ourselves to murder darling, cruel pranks lead to cruel actions," Astarion set his glass down and stood. He spoke from experience with his spawn 'siblings.' "Now then. I'm going to-"

Wyll grabbed his ankle with a playful look in his eye. "Going to what?"

"Going to escape your grasp," He shook his leg, and when that didn't work he bent over to unwork Wyll's fingers around his ankle. "Going to…to just sliiiiide myself out of here while you loons have your fun…"

"Oh I think he deserves some form of payback for that," Shadowheart smirked and helped Wyll pull the vampire's legs out from under him so he landed face-first on the ground. "Us loons do want to have our fun."

Astarion yelped and tried to scramble away again, but he soon joined Karlach in a giggle fit as the pair squeezed his legs. Wyll was working on pulling off one of his shoes as Astarion did everything in his power to not actually kill the two. "H-hey now! I, heh, I thought thaHAT you'd prank me some other wahay! Gehet off yohou weirdos! AHEH! HEE! N-not the kneHEES! HEE!"

"You've been pranking us with laughter for weeks and we're the weirdos?" Shadowheart took more pleasure than she should have from making Astarion squeak. He was on the ground squeaking from their pinching and scribbling into the backs of his knees.

"It's only fair, Astarion! Stop kicking, you know you deserve to laugh just as hard as I did! C'mon Fangs," It took a few seconds, but Wyll managed to tug the enchanted boot over Astarion's one foot and sat on the pair of legs so he couldn't pull it off. "Karlach, get his other one!...Karlach?"

She appeared to be off in her own world, enjoying the teasing magic.  

Astarion's giggles became consistent and louder. Not that being pinned and forced to take their revenge helped, but he had not anticipated the boot actually tickling so much. Shadowheart was also on his waist pinching his sides from behind with her slender fingers now. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the crook of an arm and tried shooing her hand away with the other. He shot both back down when she slid them into his armpits, and they were pinned there making him cackle. He could only writhe on the ground and laugh at their mercy - yet he would take this over Cazador's punishments any day. His teammates weren't interested in hurting him when he acted out.

This was fun.

Wyll had decided to grab Astarion's free foot. Holding it by the ankle on the ground, he scratched his nails over the sole.

Not so fun. The nails were far worse than the feathers the boot tickled with.

Wyll exclaimed, "The Blade of Frontiers always finishes his fights! Give in yet, fiend?"

Astarion arched his back, raising his head high. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes and he had the largest grin only Shadowheart could see from the angle she sat at. "Yes, YEHEHES! GET OHOHAHAFF!"

And they did. 

Shadowheart patted his back when she slid off, and Wyll got off of his legs. "Need help with the boot?" 

Still giggling, the spawn pulled himself up and started to pull the enchanted item off with far more ease than Wyll had been able to. The other boot was tossed into his lap, and he saw Karlach cross-legged wiping her own eyes. 

"That was fun!" She exclaimed. "Haven't been touched like that before. Thanks, Astarion. I'll borrow those again." 

He coughed and snuck quick glances to Shadowheart, who was smirking at him on her knees, and Wyll, who was still dangerously close to his feet. When they made eye contact he wiggled his fingers in the air teasingly. "Juvenile pranks don't go unpunished, Astarion. Truce?"

They won't hurt you. They're having fun.

I'M having fun.

He pulled himself together after a second, pulling the smirk back over his face as a familiar mask. "How about well deserved pranks? You've been a brat this week Wyll, and I'm not above making you laugh as hard as you do your enemies."

"Tickling enemies is my thing!" He shot back. "You got these ideas from Gale and I!"

As they bickered, Karlach plucked the boots back from Astarion and grinned at Shadowheart. "I'll put these by Halsin's tent. It'll sure be a sight when they get back. I'm going to go sharpen my blades before these two start tickling each other again."

"I'll join you," As Shadowheart stood, Astarion indeed leaped onto Wyll and tackled him to the ground. Straddling him, he dug into the bare skin Wyll's cropped top exposed and loud laughter once again filled the camp. 

She smiled. Without realizing it, Astarion was great at team building.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #Wyll Ravengard #Shadowheart #Astarion Ancunin #Karlach #Wyll's enchanted boots #fanfic #tickle fic #ticklish!Astarion #lee!Astarion #ler!Shadowheart #ler!Wyll #ticklish!Wyll #lee!Wyll #ticklish!Karlach #lee!Karlach #this is so wholesome

[i-choose-the-danger]

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.

#aaaaaaah pfffffft this is so wholesome #i should be writing #but i'm reading for motivation and this hit me #Baldur's Gate 3 #Gale Dekarios #reader fic #Gale x reader #ticklish!Gale #ler!Gale #fanfic #tickle fic

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Astarion's laugh, that's it, that's the post.

Also cute teef.

#when this happened in my playthrough I felt my soul leave my body #I wasn't expecting it #look at his little fangs #the way he chokes at the end though lol #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3 #i love his laugh

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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 slowly approached him, taking a moment to contain the butterflies swirling around your insides.

Once you had some semblance of control over your swirling insides, you slapped on your usual smile and strode straight towards him, "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 to stop them 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 his sudden hip-thrust. Which resulted in you falling off him and feeling rather startled by the change in scenery.

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.

#aaaaaahhhhhhh this was too cute #Baldur's Gate 3 #ticklish!Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Tav #tickle fic

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SIR??? I'm sorry but the line "The thrill of having ones tummy tickled" just took me out lmao

#Tumblr just trying to attack me today huh? #I've not gotten this line #where does this happen? #am I going to have to romance Gale now? #because posts like this are testing me #Gale Dekarios #Baldur's Gate 3

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I am perfectly normal about his laugh-

“The G in Gale stands for giggles apparently”

#GALE WHAT #when I got to this scene I gave the amulet to Astarion #so I didn't think about anyone else's laughter #Gale's giggles are SENDING me #Lord please don't let me start another WIP #I already have so many #Gale Dekarios #Baldur's Gate 3

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#forgive me #I've been playing a lot of BG3 #so there's going to be a post spam #look at his fingers though #BOTH hands #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3

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#UGH this though! #fanfic #titles #Gru meme

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McCoy, son of David, since thou art human, we cannot expect thee to fully comprehend what Sarek has requested. Spock’s body lives: With your approval, we shall use all our powers to return to his body that which you possess. But McCoy, you must now be warned. The danger to thyself is as grave as the danger to Spock. You must make the choice.

#doomscrolling as I try to work on my WIPs #in case anyone wondered where my tumblr handle came from #it's this right here #Star Trek III: The Search For Spock #Bones McCoy

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#this post attacked me #I am wounded #WIPs #I promise I am writing #writing memes

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DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.

SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

#i'm just saying #we LIVE for comments on old fics #there is no expiration date #don't be afraid to like and comment and reblog #it's OKAY #that goes for artworks too!

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Not me sitting here trying to work on my WIPs like a good little writer and coming across this post and nearly screaming.

I can't stop looking at these gifs. Please send help. I cannot start another fic. I cannot. I will not. I won't.

Don't look at his fingers and tell me he wouldn't be a ruthless ler though. 👀👀👀

#I need to stop tumbling when I'm writing #this post is sending me #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3

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Slytherins || Tickle Headcanons

Lees:

Refuses to admit they are ticklish under any circumstance.

Can’t even say the word tickle.

Acts all tough to conceal their nervousness.

Threats turn to giggles the minute you wiggle your fingers.

Will attempt to escape and (purposely) fail.

Total squirmers, so they need to be pinned down.

Responds the best to lighter tickles.

Baby talk is absolutely killer for them.

Will wait patiently for the perfect moment to take revenge.

Lers:

Holds the reputation of being the evilest lers in the world.

When you see them start to smirk, run.

Loves the panicked yet excited look in their lee’s eyes.

If they get you cornered, you are already doomed.

Starts gentle before slowly getting more intense.

Casual and smug with their teasing.

Tends to be very observant of their lee’s reactions.

Won’t show mercy until their victim is completely tired out.

Will leave immediately after to avoid revenge.

#coming across this post as I sit here writing in my Hogwarts Legacy WIPs and the accuracy is scary lol #tickle headcanons #Slytherin

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Just calling myself out a little bit... don't mind me

#as I sit here literally trying to write in four different WIPs at once #ending/starting the year off properly #to all my fellow writers #we've got this #Loki said so therefore we have to #can't disobey Loki

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It Came Without Ribbons. It Came Without Tags.

Summary: Christmas on the Enterprise. Everyone is in the holiday spirit… except for Bones. And Jim can’t have that. Granted, this fic is about the reboot characters, but there are some elements of TOS McCoy’s life that I’d like to think carry over into the alternate universe. You’ll see. :) 

It was Christmas eve. The crew of the Enterprise was in between missions. Without sufficient time for anyone to go on shore leave to see their families, Jim had encouraged everyone to celebrate the holiday in whatever way they could aboard the ship. Recreation rooms were decorated with strings of lights. Doorways were lined with different colors of tinsel. Some of the crew members even wore decorative Santa hats. The senior crew recreation room had a huge Christmas pine tree in a corner, brightly lit and decorated with tinsel and various ornaments, including homemade ornaments from some of the crew members. There was even Christmas music playing through the ship’s speakers into the room.

Jim was happy to see the crew enjoying the holiday. He didn’t like that there wasn’t time for anyone to be at home with their loved ones, but he was thankful that they all had each other. His crew was a family. And if his time as captain of the Enterprise had taught him anything, it’s that he loved having a family. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Wait. Something wasn’t right. He saw Spock and Lieutenant Uhura by the tree, standing under a sprig of mistletoe while Uhura appeared to be trying to explain the tradition behind it. Scotty was definitely enjoying himself the most. The engineer was humming to every song that played and munching happily on gingerbread cookies. He could overhear young Chekov telling Sulu and Dr. Marcus about what Christmas traditions were like in Russia. McCoy was… Where was he?

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#reblogging this again for the holiday #it's still one of my favorites I've written #I miss this crew #Star Trek AOS #JJTrek #ticklish!Bones #tickle fic #Leonard McCoy #Nyota Uhura #Spock #Jim Kirk

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Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides. 

Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"

"It does? Good! It's supposed to."

Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"

"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."

"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels. 

"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"

"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"

"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."

"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"

Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look. 

"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly. 

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."

"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"

"Oh my gods Astarion."

"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."

"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "

"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"

Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.

"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."

"What if I only use it on you?"

"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."

"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."

"Gladly, darling."

#i am kicking my feet and screaming right now #tickle fic #Baldur's Gate 3 #Astarion #Gale of Waterdeep #ticklish!astarion #ticklish!gale #this fic made me so giddy though holy shit

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#someone send help #these images are doing things to me #i have so many WIPs i need to finish #this whole scene in the game is the DEVIL #bg3 #astarion ancunin #i'm serious please stop me #i need to finish my WIPs