Summary: Your partners, Chance and Parker, are in the attic with you to play Werewolf, a social deduction game. Problem is: You're a terrible liar. [THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
they/them used for the reader. lee!reader.
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You and your two boyfriends, Chance and Parker, were sat in the attic with Parker's new game: Werewolf. It was a social deduction game which you were not too thrilled about.
It's not that social deduction games weren't fun!
It's just that you were really really bad at them.
You hadn't even said a damn word before Parker looked at you and grinned.
"Y/N's the werewolf."
"100%" Chance added on with a snicker.
"W-What? No! I'm not!" You gripped the werewolf card tighter in your hand and doubled down, though your protests only made the two giggle harder.
"It's written all over your face." Parker said with a grin.
"Aw, don't worry, love. I think it's cute. Being a bad liar isn't... bad. It makes you more trustworthy." Of course Chance was immediately trying to reassure you, though it didn't do anything to cool your flushed cheeks at Parker's snickering.
"I-I can lie!"
Parker snorted and put down his card. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
You blinked dumbly. "How would I do that?"
"You could play a round of two truths and a lie?" Chance suggested as he began putting the cards back in the box, since clearly this group wouldn't actually be able to play more than 5 seconds of it.
"Yeah, Y/N, just come up with two true statements, one lie, and then we'll guess." Parker seemed perfectly fine pivoting to this game. Pretty much any type of game that involved one or both of his partners was a fun time in his book.
You thought to yourself and took a deep breath, summoning all your acting ability to convince them.
"I have a bachelor's degree..." You pondered your next statement. "I've never eaten nachos."
"Lie." Parker and Chance called you immediately with matching grins.
"What?!" You shouted. The two descended into amused laughter and your face turned red. "How did you two know?!"
"You were smiling-" Parker cackled. "AS SOON as that entered your mind. Holy shit, I wish you could've seen it. That was hilarious!"
Even Chance was having trouble smothering his laughter at your expense. "You have this habit of smiling every time you lie or," Chance snorted. "even think about lying. It's really cute."
Your face was burning and you couldn't help but pout.
"Aw, don't get all pouty. You're still fun to play with." Parker gave a few quick pokes to your ribs, causing you to flinch backwards with a squeak.
Parker's grin grew from amused to excited. "Ho-ho! What have we here? Is somebody ticklish?"
You put your hands up in front of you and sputtered out. "No! No, I'm not!"
"The most obvious lie ever." Chance snickered under his breath.
"What? I'm not! I swear!"
"Darling... sweetheart..." Chance cooed with an equally loving and teasing expression.
"You're not ticklish, huh?" Parker said, his face now inches from yours.
Against all wishes, your face contorted into a giddy smile and you looked to the side to avoid his gaze. "I'm not!"
"Just like you weren't the werewolf? And like you've never eaten nachos?"
At this point you were barely able to keep from laughing. "I-I'm... I'm telling the truth this time."
"Are you even capable of saying that with a straight face?" Chance goaded, grinning at you ear-to-ear.
"Yeah, go on. Give it a try. Convince us." Parker sat back with his legs crossed, watching you patiently.
You sat up straight and stared at the ground as you tried to collect your resolve.
"A lie's more believable if you make eye contact." Parker cooed in a sing song voice.
You could not, for the life of you, keep from smiling when you looked up at their amused expressions.
A fit of giggles broke out across the group.
"Give it a try. Think of it as lying practice. So you'll actually be able to play a social deduction game without it falling apart immediately." Parker said genuinely.
You took a deep breath and summoned all your focus. You forced your mouth into a straight line and looked straight at Parker.
"So, Y/N, are you ticklish?"
Parker's teasing grin, mixed with the anticipation, and the infuriating direction not to smile or laugh... well, you couldn't hold yourself back from bursting into a barely suppressed fit of giggles.
Your boyfriends broke into laughter twice as loud as your own.
"Seriously, love?" Chance laughed with a sincere smile.
"Hey!" You shouted, not out of anger, but out of sheer embarrassment. "It's hard not to laugh when I'm being told not to laugh!"
"You know what else makes it hard not to laugh?"
You looked over in a panic as Parker quickly closed in on you with wiggling fingers.
"N-No! P-Parker, I swehehehear!" You burst into hysterical giggling as Parker latched his fingers onto both of your sides and started wriggling them against the sensitive skin.
"Oh, wow, would've thought you were lying? I sure didn't think so!" Parker leaned in and spoke softly into your ear. "That's how you lie."
You lightly batted his hands but did nothing to truly force him from you. You figured you could handle this much until you felt Chance shuffle behind you and take hold of your wrists.
"Maybe if we get all your giggles and grins out this way, you'll be able to tell a lie without that adorably radiant smile of yours." Chance poked your cheek with a giggle.
"I dunno, they've got a lot of giggles to go around." Parker cooed as his wiggling fingers ventured up your torso to your ribs.
You lurched forward and jerked from side to side as Parker's horrible... insanely dexterous fingers picked apart every fucking nerve ending on your ribs, top to bottom.
Forget giggles, you were full on laughing, much to the amusement of your once boyfriends, now tormentors.
You felt Chance lower his head yo kiss at your neck and then your blazing red cheeks.
"Still smiling. I don't know if they'll ever be able to hold a straight face ever again at this rate."
"Nonsense. We've still got tickle spots galore to explore!"
"Guhuhuhuys!" You tittered. "Ihihihit's nohohot gohohonna work!"
"Anything's worth trying once!" Parker replied, still enthusiastic as ever. "And I'm sure as hell having a good time."
"So am I." Chance agreed. He lowered his head back to your neck and began peppering gentle and horrendously ticklish kisses over the area.
Your laughter switched to high-pitched hysterical giggling as you kicked your feet and tossed your head side to side.
You legitimately squealed when Parker began skittering his fingers over your belly.
"Of all the shit lies you've told tonight, not being ticklish is the biggest. I mean, look at yourself!" He clutched his middle and doubled over in his own fit of giggles. "Hehehe- I'm more willing to believe you've never had a single chip in your life than you not being ticklish."
Chance snorted between ticklish kisses. "God, you two are the cutest."
Just as you were getting used to the kissing sensations, you heard Chance take a deep breath and place his lips on the side of your neck.
"PPPPPBBBBBLTTT"
You genuinely SCREAMED before descending into helpless cackling.
"Haha! A raspberry? You really are chaotic evil." Parker laughed.
"Excuse you, I'm neutral good." Chance replied, raising his head from the site of that torturous raspberry.
"Which is suuuuch a boring alignment."
In their bickering there was a brief moment they stopped their tickling which gave you a blessed moment of reprieve which you spent catching your long gone breath.
"It's not boring. No alignment is inherently boring, it all depends on how you play it."
"Fine! I guess I have to be the chaotic of the party!" Parker raised his wiggling fingers and shot you a taunting grin. "You didn't think we were done did you?"
Just the sight of those fingers sent you back into a giggle fit.
Chance and Parker snickered.
"God, you're so easy to make laugh. It's the gosh darn cutest thing." Parker cooed over you. If your face wasn't already ten different shades of scarlet, it would've taken that hue at that comment.
You felt a stream of air at your ear and you squealed at a humiliatingly high pitch.
You heard Chance's amused giggling behind you. "Ticklish ears?" He whispered across the shell. You scrunched up your shoulder and giggled harder.
Not as hard as when Parker got bored and decided to shoot his torturing fingers under your arms.
Your back arched as you shrieked in impossible to restrain laughter.
"Gotcha!" Parker sang. "Boy, you're just a ticklish bundle of nerves, aren'tcha?"
You thrashed as much as you could in Chance's hold before resigning to throwing your head back on the DM's shoulder with your eyes screwed shut and surrendering yourself to your deep belly laughter.
"Laughing too hard to talk, huh?" Parker snickered.
"You think they've had enough?" Chance asked.
"I think they can take a little more." Parker glanced at Chance eagerly. "Do the raspberry thing again."
Chance sighed. "Okay, one. Any more than that and I think we may break them."
You couldn't even try to protest before you felt another agonizingly ticklish raspberry at your neck, sending your hysteric laughter into silence.
Eventually you felt Parker retract his hands and Chance release your wrists. You shot your arms to your sides and rubbed the hollows of your underarms with your now free hands.
"How'd that feel? Got all your giggles out?" Parker teased.
"Oh, that was... awful. I-I hated that." You said, subconsciously avoiding eye contact.
There was a quiet moment, but you couldn't get the guts to look at their reactions.
Maybe you were too harsh. Did they feel bad?
You felt hands squeeze your sides and you shrieked out a laugh before whipping around the see their matching grins. "So you enjoyed that, huh? Even when you were laughing so hard you couldn't talk?"
Your stomach did a triple flip and you picked at the hem of your shirt. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't like that... that'd be weird..."
Chance yanked you close into a strong hug. You felt him rumble with chuckles. "I've never been so grateful for my partner to be such a terrible liar. Even after all that it's still written all over your face. God you're so adorable."
"Guess we'll just have to tickle you all the time. Who knows, maybe it WILL make you a better liar." Parker ruffled your hair and pinched your side, giggling at your responsive squeak.
"Honestly?" Chance pulled back to face you a planted a kiss on your cheek. "I hope it doesn't."
Author’s note: THE CHANCE FIC IS HERE!!! I’ve never done a reader fic before, so I was debating during the writing process whether I should make it third person or second person, but I ultimately decided to do second person because I wanted it to sound more like the narration in-game! I hope you enjoy!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Chance & Reader
Word count: 5,260
Summary: Chance is struggling to come up with the ending of a campaign, so you help him brainstorm some ideas; however, your suggestions are targeted towards putting a smile right back on Chance’s face.
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The last time you played a campaign with Chance, it was a thrilling adventure! A genie on one end, a goblin king on the other, and you made them battle it out until there was only one victor (you teamed up with the genie). Chance sparkled at the end of it all, positively brimming with pride.
It reminded you of the first time you fell in love with him. That moment of joy that spread across his cheeks when you played a full campaign with him, and he realized someone actually enjoyed one of his creations. That moment when he called you perfect. Just thinking about it gives you warm butterflies in your stomach.
Call yourself selfish, but you want to know what else Chance has in store. What other creations are in his head that he wants to share? Of course, you love him for everything else other than his campaigns—his passionate energy, his giggles, his flustered face every time you call him cute, to name a few—but you love, no, adore his campaigns. Is it a crime you want to know more?
Urged by curiosity, and a want to see your lovable GM, you make your way to your office. When you walk in, you already see Chance sitting at your desk with the D20 right beside his arm. He’s scribbling on pieces of paper scattered around the desk. You see character sheets, sketches, and pages filled with notes. There’s an intense look of focus on his face. You even see some pages crumpled up and tossed on the floor behind him. You know Chance will clean those up later. The mess isn’t what you’re worried about.
Noticing your presence in the doorway, Chance perks his head up, his eyes smiling brightly behind his glasses.
“Hello there, my love!” his voice radiates with delight.
“What are you so busy doing over here?” you ask, even though you most likely know the answer. You slide your hand off the doorframe and make your way over to stand next to Chance.
“I’m working on a new campaign!”
Yep, called it.
Coming up behind him, you lean down and lovingly drape your arms around Chance’s neck. Your heads nestle close together.
“Ooh, can I hear?”
“Why, of course!” Chance beams. “As long as you’re okay with a monologue?”
“I’m all ears,” you rest your chin on Chance’s shoulder.
Chance lights up, then moves a few note pages and sketches of his world into both of your views.
“So… you’re a Guardian of a village that’s rich with magical energy. So rich that even the soil itself can be used as an ingredient for casting spells. All of the energy in the village is ‘pure’ magic, like healing, light magic, and nature based spells. Though, being a place with so much power makes your village a target. To keep any dark forces away, the local spellcasters have harnessed the village's magic to create a protective barrier surrounding it, like a dome, that only the pure of heart can pass through.”
Chance points to his sketch of the barrier. “Recently though, the barrier has been flickering. An outside force is draining the village’s power. In its weakened state, dark forces have been able to push their way through the barrier and attack the village! You’ve been able to fight off the dark forces with ease, but it’s only a matter of time before the barrier completely falters, leaving you and the people to fend for themselves.
“So, you set off to find the source that’s draining the power. After traveling a bit, running into a few battle encounters, and gathering information, you find yourself at a cave. Walking in, you can already sense traces of the stolen magic. There, you find the villain behind it all…” Chance’s description crescendoes. “...And, that’s all I got right now.”
“It sounds great,” you say to the wonderful world he’s created. “You sound disappointed though.”
Chance sighs a little, knowing that you see right through him. “It’s just that I have all this build-up of an adventure, but no pay off. I can’t decide on what the final boss should be. Why are they stealing power, how are they stealing it, what powers or abilities for battle mechanics will they have because of it?” Chance’s head droops a little. “I’m… still trying to figure it out.”
You can tell from Chance’s expression that he’s a bit anxious thinking about this. It’s not that he won’t figure something out eventually—he always does—but it’s the fact that he wants to find an answer now, and the answer just isn’t coming to him.
It breaks your heart to see him this way. There’s only one option to fix this.
You softly smile and pick up your head a bit, your arms still around him.
“Well…” your pause makes Chance glance over his shoulder. “What if the final boss is… a snuggle monster!” you lower your voice to a playful growl near the end and nuzzle your face into Chance’s neck. The GM scrunches his shoulders to his ears and lets out some of those adorable giggles you were hoping for.
“Stohop, I’m trying to focus!” he says through his wide smile as you pull your face away. “That tickles!”
“I am helping you focus!” you insist.
Chance chuckles, “This is focusing?”
“Yeah! I’m helping you generate some boss ideas!”
“I don’t think a snuggle monster is going to work,” Chance smiles. “Love the enthusiasm though.”
You uncurl your arms from the GM and stand up straight to present a new idea. “Okay, okay. If not a snuggle monster, then how about,” you gasp mid sentence for theatrical effect, “a dragon, who’s draining the village of its pure energy by absorbing it from the villagers themselves! For the way the dragon is stealing the pure magic from the villagers is from absorbing the purest sound of all—laughter!”
Chance leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, a smile still on his face. “Now you’re just pitching me the idea of a tickle monster, aren’t you?”
Yes, that is exactly what you were thinking.
You shrug. “You could call it that. But picture this! The Guardian walks into the cave and sees the dragon perched on top of a high rock. Their fantastic red scales shimmer with the magical energy they’ve stolen. The dragon takes notice of the Guardian’s presence, turning its large head towards them.”
You extend and arm towards Chance, inviting him into your imaginary scene. “What does the Guardian do?”
Chance’s smile grows into a smirk. You know he can’t resist a good story. He stands from his chair, truly getting into character.
“The Guardian says, ‘Hark, dragon! I don’t want to harm you, but if you refuse to give back my village’s power, I will have no choice but to thwart you!’”
Your expression lightens, happy to see Chance playing along. Now you have to keep up with him, like two enthusiastic theater kids performing in a game of improv.
“‘A bold claim Guardian, coming into my home, demanding my power that I have so rightfully stolen! I can see the power inside you too… Yes! You’re just full of the radiant energy they call laughter!’” You pause to add a visual description. “The dragon crawls down from their rock, looking at the Guardian intently as they approach closer with every step, circling him.” Playing up your role, you also approach Chance slowly as you speak.
“‘Enlighten me, Guardian…’” you lean forward on your toes to be nearly face-to-face with Chance, smirking, “Are you ticklish?"
Chance breaks character to let out an embarrassed giggle. He answers as the Guardian, “‘Uh… no. No.’”
You lean back on your feet, then take a step back. “Roll me a deception check.”
“Ha! Easy! My Guardian character has a plus ten in deception.” Chance picks up the red D20 near his papers. “I don’t even have to look at the die to know that it’ll succeed. Watch.”
Chance keeps his eyes on you as he tosses the D20 onto the desk. When he hears that its clatter across the table has come to a stop, he crosses his arms and smirks, never once looking at the die.
“See?” Chance grins.
You on the other hand, seeing the number on the die, also cross your arms and smirk, even wider.
“Chance…” your voice rises as you say his name, like you're telling him, look behind you.
Now the man’s face drops with concern. “What?”
He spins his head towards the desk, spotting the die.
It’s a Natural 1.
His eyes widen and his arms fall to his sides in a defensive position.
“Oh no…” Chance turns to you, already incredibly giggly.
You quickly lean forward on your toes again, like you’re about to pounce. “‘Lying to me, are you Guardian?’” You take a big step forward to corner him. Chance hits his back on the desk and leans a hand on the surface. His other hand is in a curled up fist, covering his flustered smile.
“‘Well, it looks like your fib revealed more than it hid,’” you continue as the dragon. “‘Tell me then, Guardian. Where are you the most ticklish?’” you punctuate your sentence with a poke to Chance’s belly. The man squeaks and throws his hands up to cover his blushing face.
He lowers his hands to peek at you.
“Dohohon’t make me say it!” Chance’s words are coated in sweet giggles.
“‘I won’t make you say it. But this just means I’ll have to find out for myself!’”
You lunge your hands forward and squeeze Chance’s sides, scribbling into his torso. Immediately, a giggly squeal bursts from Chance and he slams his arms down, curling his head into his chest as bouncy laughter explodes from his mouth.
“The dragon digs their claws into the Guardian’s sides! They’re not inflicting pain though, they’re tickling him!” you narrate like a G&G campaign. “The dragon begins absorbing the energy of the Guardian’s pure heart through their very adorable laughter!”
“HeheheHEY!” he calls out, squirming to the side, “I didn't even gehehehet to rohohoholl initiative!”
“Oh, right. Well, the dragon gets to go first anyway, no matter what,” you quickly make up the rule.
“Thahahat’s unbalanced! AHA!” Chance cackles when you crawl your dragon ‘claws’ up to his ribs, causing him to fold to his left.
“Are you questioning the GM?” you grin.
“I thohohohought I wahahas the GM!” Chance wiggles towards the end of the desk. He grips the edge to keep himself standing. “I’m the one whohoho wrote thihihihis story!” he jokes and twists to the side, accidentally leaning too far and losing his hold on the desk. He tumbles to the floor with a thud, landing and facing the ground.
Worried, you quickly kneel down by Chance’s side. “Are you okay, Chance?” you ask as he flips himself over to face you. The worry inside of you subsides when you hear him still giggling.
He adjusts his glasses and looks up at you with a smile still wobbly from his giggles. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Okay, good.” You ease your face back into a warm smile, which then morphs itself into a devious smirk. “Because this boss fight isn’t over yet!” you exclaim with clawed hands that dive right back into Chance’s sides.
He jolts and his joyful giggles return in an instant. “Hehehehey!” he kicks his feet from the surprise attack, but he admires your dedication towards how the show must go on. Instinctively, he begins to curl his knees to his chest, but you put a stop to it by sitting on his legs and becoming a wall between his knees and his torso, allowing you free range to continue your tickle attack.
“The Guardian tries to flee, but the dragon pounces on top of them! Their tickly claws pull the Guardian’s oh so adorable giggles out of them, absorbing their power! The Guardian has disadvantage on their next attack! What is their next move?”
“I-” Chance covers his blushing face, giggling sweetly into his hands. He turns his head to the side as if he was about to bury his face into the floor.
“But the Guardian was too stunned to speak!” you tease. “The Guardian forfeits their turn!”
“Nohoho! Wait!” Chance springs into action. He grabs your wrists from his sides, holding them above him. He tries to stop himself from giggling so he can take a second to catch his breath. “The Guardian grabs a hold of the dragon’s claws, and… and attempts to grapple them, s-so he can negotiate!”
“Hmm, okay then. Let’s do a strength check.” You gently slip your hands from Chance’s and reach towards the desk to scoop up the D20. A wobbly smile and a slight blush across his cheeks still adorn Chance’s features.
You roll the die on the floor beside you. “Ah, a seventeen.”
“Ha ha! Success!” Chance cheers. “So the the Guardian says-”
“Ah! Not so fast, Chance. You still have disadvantage on your next attack, meaning this grapple is at a disadvantage!”
Chance curls up into another bundle of laughter. He covers his red face and flutters his feet behind you. He peeks through his hands. “I forgot!”
You roll the dice again. Looking at the results, you suck air through your teeth. “Oooh, sorry Chance. Looks like a five. Your grapple fails,” you say with your ‘claws’ out and looming over him, already making your partner sputter.
“Ohohoho no!” Chance giggles in anticipation. Another laughter-filled yelp releases from him when you land on his ribs. His precious laughter returns to your ears as he rolls as far as he can to the side and wraps his arms around his torso, not once trying to shove, or stop you from continuing the game.
You take it as a sign to continue and your slithering dragon voice returns to the scene. “‘Ah! Looks like you still have some strength left in you. Which means you still have a lot of laughter left inside that’s free for the taking! It seems I need to find a weak spot… I ask again, Guardian, where are you the most ticklish?’” You worm your hands into Chance’s underarms, testing a new spot that earns a cascade of fast paced giggles; however, you already know the answer to your own question.
Chance manages to stay in character with a burst of bold dialogue, “‘I am a Guahahardian for the people of thehehehe village! I must stahahahay strong! I’ll nehehever tell! Never!’”
You could melt right there on the spot at the lovable sight, but you have to keep yourself in character too. “‘Ah, bravery. Foolish really, but admirable. It seems that I’ll just have to find out for myself then…’”
You pause your tickling for a moment to pick up the D20 again. When Chance sees in his peripheral vision that you’ve grabbed the die, he lifts up his head from the floor in a playful panic.
“W-Wait! What are you rolling for?”
“I have to roll if the dragon is able to perceive where you’re the most ticklish,” you smile and poke Chance’s tummy. He flinches forward and giggles.
You roll the dice near your side and await the clack across the floor to end.
“Oh boy…” you say.
“What? What is it?” Chance says in giggly suspense.
You carefully pick up the die between your fingers, holding it in the same position it landed and place it in the palm of your hand to prove that you didn’t move the number. You hold it out to Chance.
Nat 20.
“It’s a natural twenty,” you say with the biggest smirk.
Chance starts giggling wildly again. He holds out his hands in defense over his tummy. “Wait! Wait, wait! Can I roll for persuasion?”
“Nice try, but not against a Nat 20!” Without further delay, you plunge your hands into Chance’s tummy, squeezing and scribbling his most ticklish spot. Chance barks out a loud laugh before his booming belly laughter fills the entire room. This whole time he’s avoided the tactic of shoving, but once his stomach is the target of tickles, he wastes no time trying to playfully nab at your hands or pushing them from his tummy. He curls himself forward, trying to wrestle and get a better grip on your wrists, but another squeeze the little chubbiness on the side of his belly sends him back onto the floor.
Chance lets out a snort. He covers his face with his hand for a moment, dissolving into the cutest giggles that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Was that a snort?” you forget that you’re supposed to be acting like a villainous dragon, lost as you drink up Chance’s smile. “How cute!” you nearly squeal.
Chance’s cheeks flush even redder beneath his glasses. “Hehehehaha!!! It's- hehehe!! It’s a crihihihitical hit!” he drops his hand down from his face to continue pushing at your fingers.
“Indeed it is!” You return to your role as a narrator. “The dragon, using its keen senses, discovers that the source of the guardian’s power is in his belly! The beast strikes down with their claws, digging, vibrating, swiping into the guardian’s belly to draw out hordes of the purest laughter that’s ever graced their ears!” You scribble your clawed hand at the center of his stomach while also crawling your other hand to his ribs, causing Chance to lift himself forward again as he tries to curl up in a ball.
“‘Mwahahaha!’ the dragon laughs. ‘I’ve truly found the core of your power. And now, your laughter is mine! All mine!’”
Chance grips to your wrists for dear life to hold himself up. “Hohoholy Crit! It tihihihickles!!!” his voice rises in pitch. “Ohohokay! OKAY!!! I’m ohohohout! I surrehehehender!”
Immediately, you pull your hands away from Chance with a smile. Chance slides his hands off of your wrists and plops to the floor. He lies there as he catches his breath and residual giggles trickle from his system.
After giving him a few moments to recover, you gently grab Chance’s arm and help him sit up.
“You okay, Chance?” you check up on him.
Chance puts a hand on his chest as he gets out a few more giggles. He nods, “Yeah. You got me good.”
You can’t help but huff out a little laugh at that.
“So, what happens to the Guardian and the dragon now?” Chance asks.
“Oh, well,” you think up a quick ending, “Hearing the guardian’s adorable laughter, emphasis on the adorable, the dragon has a change of heart. They released the guardian and learned that there’s no need to take all the laughter all for themself when they can share it and use it for good. The end!”
Chance lifts a brow, a soft smile gracing his features. “What? That’s it?”
“What? You didn’t like it?” you joke.
“The dragon turns good? Just like that?”
“Oh yeah? Well, what do you have in mind Mr. GM?” you purposely challenge him.
Chance welcomes the challenge. He grins. “Welllll, I think it should go a little something like this.” Chance clears his throat. He moves his arms wide with a grand motion, getting into GM mode. The inflection he uses to narrate his campaigns makes its appearance.
“The dragon is taken aback by the Guardian’s laughter! Has the dragon ever heard something so joyful, so pure before? Perhaps they’ve been missing out. As the dragon reflects, the Guardian is given a chance to breathe and concoct a plan! The dragon goes in for another strike, but the Guardian has a trick up their sleeve…”
Chance picks up the D20 from the floor and rolls it. He smiles at the outcome.
“Ho ho! And with an eighteen, he succeeds!”
Chance launches himself towards you. You screech and try to turn and run, but he wraps you in his arms and pulls you close to him. You're already giggling as he sits you in his lap, your back facing his chest. Chance adds a few pokes to your sides that make your heart flutter with anticipation.
“Using dirt from his village he keeps in one of his pouches as a material, the Guardian casts a spell, shrinking the dragon to a human size he can finally grapple!” Chance narrates over your shoulder. You can hear the smile growing in his words.
“‘It’s too late, Guardian! I have already drained you of all of your pure energy! It’s mine now!’” you growl, keeping in character.
“‘Then it seems like I’ll just have to take it back exactly how you took mine!’” Chance declares. He wastes no time beginning his tickle counter-attack, pressing his fingers into your ribs and sides. You jolt and a wave of your laughter immediately leaps into the air. You twist and clamp your elbows down, but it does little to help since Chance’s arms are in the way and his mischievous fingers are already skittering in the area.
With your defenses weakened, he repositions his hands under your arms. You squeak from the new tickle spot and kick your legs out.
“Chahahance!” you call his name out through your giggles.
The GM answers you as the Guardian, “‘Who is this ‘Chance’ you speak of? Or what is this ‘Chance’ you speak of? Is it a spell? Oh, you sly dragon! Lucky for me, your giggles’—your adorable giggles, if I may add. Hehe— ‘are disrupting any incantation of a spell, rendering it ineffective!’ You have disadvantage on all of your next attacks.”
“Ahahahall of them?!” you squirm to the side as Chance scribbles a hand to your ribs.
“Okay, okay. Just your magical attacks,” he provides a compromise.
“Thehehen the dragon tries to use their strength to shohohove the guardian bahahahackwards!” you dig your feet into the ground and lean back, but only slightly to act like you’re shoving him. You didn’t actually want to knock Chance off of you while you both were enjoying this moment.
“Then let’s do a strength check, shall we?” Chance pauses his attack. He holds you up with one arm wrapped around your torso, his hand resting right on your belly. Your giggles quiver just by his hand being perched there.
Chance reaches over to grab the D20. As he does, you steal a quick kiss on his cheek. Chance freezes, and a warm blush quickly follows.
“H-hey!” he lets out a flustered giggle as he turns his red face towards you. “Stealing a kiss from the GM won’t help you get advantage, you know.”
“It was worth it to see you blush like that,” you tease him.
“Flattery will not help you now,” Chance states. “But, it is appreciated.”
Chance continues with the game and tosses the D20 near his side. He reads the number.
“Hmm, okay! With a ten, I’ll say that you push the Guardian off your back, but the Guardian quickly swoops to the side and is able to retaliate!” Chance does as he says, leaning to your left and tickling your sides and belly from there. With another eruption of laughter, you tilt to the side and wiggle out of his lap right onto the floor. You roll onto your back and flail your arms forward as Chance’s tickles follow you down. He straddles his knees above your hips so he’s hovering directly in front of you as he delivers his vengeance.
You opt to wrap your arms around your torso and bat at his hands to change your defensive maneuvers. “‘Cuhuhuhurse you, Guahahardian!’” you try to sound menacing through your laughter, failing even more miserably than the definition of miserably.
“‘Are you trying to put a curse on me?’” Chance says in character. He lets out a soft laugh as his shy self the more he looks at your smiling face. “Or are you trying to use a charm spell on me because… Holy Crit. You’re so cute. Your giggles are making me smile,” he fawns over you with a warm blush. His head tilts to the side as he soaks in the beautiful scene in front of him. Your cheeks flush after hearing his words and you curl your head closer into your shoulder as you sink further into your own giggles.
He could sit here all day, seeing you like this, but he shakes his head out. He’s got a campaign to run. “Right, Chance! Focus!” he smiles to himself.
He returns to the story, “The guardian is able to knock the dragon onto their back, pinning them to the cave floor. The Guardian has the advantage, but they have to be careful of the dragon’s swinging claws!”
As if on cue, you reach up and successfully get a ticklish squeeze at Chance’s side.
“H-hehey!” he giggles and gently catches your hand. He temporarily pauses his wiggling fingers. “You can’t attack! It’s not your turn yet! Plus, you didn’t even roll to see if you would hit.”
You use the momentary break from the tickles to refill on air. “True, but I didn't have to wait for my turn! I was using my reaction attack!”
“Oh ho ho! Is that how we’re playing it?” Chance’s glasses almost seem to twinkle at the fact that you’re bringing in other G&G mechanics. He lifts his hands from you to stretch his fingers with his palms out, then he extends his arms out to his sides. His fingers wiggle like his own pair of claws and he looms over you like a monster ready to strike.
You curl your arms close to your chest, giggling at his display.
“‘Do your worst, Guardian!’” you declare. You already ball yourself up tighter after your declaration of war.
“Oh, you’re asking for it now!” Chance smirks like a scheming gargoyle. He plunges his hands into your torso, adding more pressure and quickness to his tickles. He switches from spot to spot, skittering in one place and digging in another. There’s a playful roughness to it that makes your giggles rise and your body twist and squirm.
“The Guardian can see the dragon’s once shimmering scales turning dull. Though, their smile is still as bright as ever. The Guardian can feel his magical energy returning to him, but he needs to find the final source of the dragon’s power that will release the village's magic from their control, and stop the dragon once and for all!”
Once more, Chance pauses and grabs the twenty-sided die. “He does an investigation check…”
Your tummy twirls with giggle-filled gymnastics as you await for the sound of the die to finish its roll. He leans over to look at the number.
You see Chance smile from ear to ear.
“Oh ho ho! And with a natural twenty, he does!”
“Another one?!” you laugh in shock. You see Chance’s hands bounding towards your belly and you frantically try to wrestle, shield, and shove his hands away.
Your words are drenched by giggly anticipation. “Nohoho! Noho! Wait, wait! Cha-AHAHAHAHAnce!” you scream mid-sentence when Chance pushes through your defenses and scribbles his fingers at your belly. You kick out your feet behind him and playfully push at his hands. He keeps one hand on your belly at all times while his other hand travels along your ribs and sides.
“Sorry, my love, but the die has revealed the truth. With an explosion of laughter brought forth from the dragon, the Guardian finally regains the last bits of their magical essence! It seems like the Guardian and the dragon both share the same weakness of their belly being their most ticklish place.”
“My behehehelly is less tihihihicklish than yohohohours!” you claim, pointing at Chance. Your arm immediately clamps down again from fingers wiggling into your underarm.
Chance lets out a shy chortle at your statement. “Fair. ‘But, since we know each other’s weaknesses, dragon, how about we team up? It appears that you enjoy the sound of laughter, so why don’t you use your abilities for good and join me as a protector for the village?’”
“Ahahahand what if I dohohohon’t?” you sass, reaching your limit, yet still taunting your GM.
“Then it’s more tummy tickles for you!” Chance vibrates his clawed hand into your stomach. You screech and swing your limbs wildly again.
“OHOHOKAY! OKAY! CHAHAHANCE- I- I mehehehean, Guahahardian!!! I’m persuaded! Nohoho need tohoohoo rohohoholl!”
Chance pulls his hands away and stops, his smile victorious. He moves from your lap and takes a seat next to your side. He ends his story while you recover and let out your remaining giggles. “And with that, the dragon relents. The pure magic of the village is saved, and the dragon, now an ally of the Guardian, learns to find joy from laughter without actually having to steal it.” Chance pauses, an idea clicking in his head. “The end.”
A stream of excited giggles releases from Chance. “Hehehe! See? Now wasn’t that a more fulfilling ending?” he gently takes your hand in his and lifts you to a sitting position.
You clutch at your stomach, but a short chuckle and your smile show Chance that you’re happy.
“You gave the dragon more development. I’ll give you that.”
“All thanks to you,” he beams.
“So does this mean you have an idea for the final boss now?”
“Hmm, well sort off.” He rubs a hand to the back of his neck. “The whole ‘tickle monster’ bit will have to be cut, hehe… But, a villain who’s stealing pure magic because they were never able to experience that kind of affection naturally for themselves? Now that’s a strong motivation I can work with!” His words become faster the more he’s excited, “Oh! And maybe there is a dragon who’s a mini-boss that does ally with the party! Maybe they are working for the villain, or maybe they’re a distraction from the true culprit! Ohoho, there’s so many options now that the doors are open!”
You can’t help but smile to see Chance happy and with his creative juices flowing again. It would honestly be hard for you to simply get up and leave him to it after sharing this time with him. You don’t want to leave his side just yet.
“Do you mind if I help you?” you ask politely, knowing that building a campaign is an activity Chance holds near and dear to him.
“Holy Crit! Are- Are you kidding?!” Chance is elated; he puts his hands on his chest. “Yes! Please do! I would love that! I may have to keep a few details hidden for when we actually play, but it would make me the happiest GM to be able to share this with you.”
His reaction makes your heart soar. You gently wrap your arm around his and snuggle close to him. “Who knows, maybe you don’t have to hide those details if we GM as a duo instead.”
“Hmm, now that is something I wouldn’t be opposed to doing with you,” he says in a flirtatious tone. He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with that blush that says, I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Afterwards, you both stand and grab an extra chair, placing it right next to the one Chance was sitting in. You take your seats at the desk and sit shoulder to shoulder with one another. You exchange ideas, discuss different characters, and brainstorm a campaign well into the night that you know for certain is being made with so much love.
@tickleartfight attack on @blushyteddybear (though tbh as a DP fan this is also very indulgent for me haha). When Logan breaks out the gentler tickling claws instead of the adamantium claws to put Wade in his place.
the fact that my WiFi went out for 2 days is homophobic ANYWAYS
YEEHAW I MADE IT THIS YEAR BABYYYY
thank you to @tickleartfight !! i'm team pokes, yippie!! as you can see im fine w any of my favs being in either position, and you can draw them w whoever!! yayyy
theo's "ref" is under the cut, it's really just him shirtless in one cause you can just put that mf in any outfit. just keep the top surgery scars and bear features <3
ooga booga shirtless man whoa
also yes, he has paws instead of hands. this is important. do with this information what you will.
Do you like the feeling of being tickled whether or not you want to admit it? Extraordinary
You deserve tickles. Not just any random tickles. ALL. THE. TICKLES.
The ones you absolutely love to feel? Are you Mr Krabs? Cause you know I'll be asking if you're feeling it now.
The ones you dream and fantasize about? Once upon a time? Nah, ALL upon a time (don't think about this response too much, stick with me here)
The ones that make you all fuzzy and can't stop smiling in anticipation? It ain't delivery, It's de-tickles
The ones that make you wanna say "Stahahahp" but you know they'll keep coming? Sublime. (If you can't see me, I did the Ken thing where he walked around the corner)
Any tickles you want. Exactly how you want them. Manifesting them for you as we speak. Your laughs(from small tiny eeps to silent cackles) are adorable and the world cannot get enough of them.
Not just you Lees (You adorable cuties you), but you Switches too. Because when y'all in the mood, you bet we're gonna flip that switch like a muhfuggin pancake you delectable thing you.
You’re craving tickles that badly hmmm? Got yourself in a bad lee mood?~ <33
It’s okaaaay, I’ll be gentle! I’m just gonna liiightly wiggle my fingers on those sides of yours…awh look how precious you are when you’re all giggly and squirmy~
Moving on to your cute little tummy! Oh? Is this a bad spot?~ You squealed so adorably! Kitchy kitchy koooo~
You’re just the cutest wittle thing aren’tcha?! Yes you are! Yes you aaaaare! Tickle tickle little one!~ Yes yes, I know how much you can’t stand hearing that word. It makes your cheeks go all red and bright~
I might just have to keep going for a while, you’re just so cute! Tickle tickle tiiiickleeee~ <3
“humans truly are fascinating..” you grumble, a choked laugh escaping your lips as you tried your best to hold in your laughter while tendrils slowly roamed around your torso. they stretched your arms above your head, pulling your arms down even the slightest becoming impossible. all you could do was tremble, as you were completely exposed to the curious yet gentle tickling from your symbiote.
it didnt help that his face was directly in front of yours, staring intently at you, observing every reaction you gave to each move he made. a toothy grin greeting you everytime you peeked your eyes open while shaking your head to distract yourself from the sensation.
“does this tickle?” venom rumbled, making you gasp as his tendrils moved their way to your ribs, poking sporadically, each one making you squeak and jerk at every single touch. he chuckled at your reaction, a low laugh thundering through your head.
you desperately try to keep your thoughts organized, as since hes already found out your deepest secret, whats stopping him now from finding what works best on you?
pretty much nothing, as his tendrils were getting horribly close to a spot you did not want him finding out about. but nevertheless, it was impossible. he knew everything, and was reading you like a book at which poke made you react the best.
then the tendrils travelled to your collarbone. you tensed up unknowingly in preparation for where he almost got to, until finally realizing he stopped. you opened your eyes breathing heavily, only to see his usual shit eating grin, even wider than usual.
“each and every thought you have, you cant hide.” he sneers, his tongue flicking at your neck, a screech near threatening to come out. “we share the same thoughts, there's nowhere to escape.”
Picture if you will: A cute, spunky, outgoing young pâtissier with freckles and brunette pigtails, who loves to tickle almost as much as she loves to bake.
She expertly wields culinary wordplay and uses her kitchen tools as unique implements of laughter (little rubber spatulas, forks of all sizes, basting brushes, an electric eggbeater with paintbrushes and feathers where the mixer parts should be, etc)…but her most favorite technique of all is to knead and squish into soft, ticklish bellies with her hands, like she’s mixing a big ball of dough.
Sometimes, she uses a piping bag to doodle cute little swirls of icing right onto her lee’s tummy (and might call them “her little cupcake” when she does it) and then slowly wipes it up with her finger, or even licks it off. The girl has a sweet tooth when it comes to stomachs.
Whether she’s baking or tickling, the secret ingredient is lots of love. Her goal is to fill up everyone’s belly one way or another…if not with delectable breads and fine desserts, then with laughs! ^^
-This man gives off the biggest “soft ler” energy I’ve seen in my life.
-He has so, so many tickling tools at his disposal. He can use his pull to suspend someone in mid-air, defenceless, or to hold one body part totally still (this works especially well with very squirmy lees).
-There’s also his biolight. When fine-tuning it at Vishkar, one of his healing prototypes had the unusual side effect of intensely tickling the area it was applied to. While he eventually managed to solve that issue, he still keeps a few devices with the old version on, which he deploys whenever he feels like teasing someone on his team (Baptiste and Symmetra are his usual targets). He’s also able to craft biolight “leaves” that are softer, firmer, and way more tickly than any regular feather (though he doesn’t do it much).
-Ultimately, though, he favours a hands-on approach, holding the other person down or in his arms and tickling whichever spots present themselves.
-Has a gentle yet utterly devastating tickle technique. It mainly involves him constantly running his fingers over the lee’s body, with pressure firm enough to get them squirming and snickering, stopping and giving extra attention to wherever gets a good reaction.
-He’s not very talkative when tickling someone, but he makes those few words count. Very fond of complimenting his lee, such as telling them how pretty they are (he loves doing this just after getting squeals and/or belly laughter from an extra bad spot). Other common teases include noting how ticklish his lee is in a certain area, and gently commenting on their endurance (”Most people can’t handle being tickled here, but you’re taking it so well!”). And all of this is said in a tone of voice so steady and calm that you can’t tell if it’s teasing or genuine encouragement, which of course makes it so much worse.
-Maybe the only person in the world able to look composed and seductive while being tickled… at least for the first few moments. Pretty much unable to resist any ticklish sensations at all, starts laughing and fidgeting even at the softest touch.
-Light scratches tickle him way more than they have any right to. For some reason, his reaction gets more intense over time even if you keep your touch gentle. Just tickling like that on his belly or waist (both extra sensitive regions) and seeing him go from sporadic chuckles to louder, slightly panicked giggles to outright hysteria is a joy to behold.
-Absolutely the kind of person to be embarrassed about how loudly they laugh while being tickled (depending on who his ler is, he’ll either be comforted or teased about it afterwards).
