Day 15: Tickle Fight
Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Beau, lee!Mollymauk
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A/N: Little mighty nein snippet of a friendly spar between Molly and Beau that turns into a tickle fight
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Beau nearly has Molly on the floor, when Jester betrays her and changes the direction of the fight with just two words.
“Try tickling!” Jester suggests excitedly with a cheer from the sidelines.
“No—” Beau starts, and Molly makes a happy little sound, wriggling his arms and trying to get a grip on her. “No no no no no- don’t you even- naHA get OFF!” Beau cries. “Fuck you! Ahah no no NO—”
Beau goes rigid for a few long moments before struggling away from Mollymauk in an awkward dance. “No— you bahahahastard! Stop!”
“Of course, soon as you admit defeat!
“NnnHH- no!” Beau huffs out just before she breaks down into full on laughter, her knees buckling and sending both her and Molly to the floor.
There’s a scramble, limbs flying everywhere as Mollymauk fights to keep his advantage. Both of them shout as they laugh and tussle across the floor. Beau deflects a hand only for the other to appear at her other side, and then once she has them both a tail flicks over the back of her neck. She growls in frustration and tries to grab all of Molly’s extremities at once. He gives her a goofy, vicious grin.
Molly is pushing his way back onto Beau and tickling again when a finger flicks up Molly’s foot and he jolts unexpectedly. Flipping around, Molly scans for where the intruding tickle came from, he has Beau’s hands preoccupied up here… Fjord grins back at him triumphantly. Yasha is smiling too, a little stern wiggle of her eyebrow and her finger scratches down his sole again. Molly yelps, before his foot is snatched up into the crook of Yasha’s arm.
“Wait—” Molly gulps.
Beau cheers as Molly flails off of her, trying to twist his leg out of Yasha’s grip. To his dismay, Fjord reaches for his other ankle and hastily tows it in.
“Shitshitshit no— I-I was winning!” Molly complains, laughter edging into his voice.
Beau scrambles all the way free of a now distracted Mollymauk and turns and starts to dig into his ribs in retaliation. Molly shrieks at the unexpectedly quick turn of his luck.
“Tickle fight!!!!” Jester shrieks with a huge smile before pile driving her way into the fray.
“Nonono wait! F-fuck you! Fuck you fuckyoufuckyoufuck—” Beau’s voice cuts off into a bitten off squeal of laughter. Mercifully, her hands draw back from tormenting Molly to try to protect herself from the unexpected turn of events. He kicks his way free and launches himself backward to pluck at Yasha’s ribs.
Caleb and Nott give each other a soft smile, staying out of the fray for the time being.
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Why is everyone in the world except me unable to figure out the optimal way to load a dishwasher, this is such a burden. I don’t want to be a dishtator but I can’t allow a variety of opinions when it just makes SENSE for wine glasses to be over here where the tray is deeper. You put a small leg-less glass there you’re going to run into problems later can’t you see that?? no long-term vision. No sense of greater strategy, but you can’t live in the moment while loading dishes. You know when fairytale princesses don’t want to marry and give would-be suitors impossible trials, well that would be a good one. I shall plight my troth to the first person who can load an entire dishwasher without doing anything preposterous
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