"Master says no hurting friends! Shovel isn't hurting friend!"
"N-no but, ah, AH! AHA, get off! Your claHAWS!"
"Hurt?"
"N-no, but HAHA! NOT THAHAHAHAT! QUIHIHIT, quihihit, G-Gahahahale! GALE! Hehehehe, hahahahaHA!"
"Shovel? Wyll?" Gale rounded the corner past his tent, approaching the beach hidden behind those rocks. When Shovel wasn't near Karlach she was getting up to trouble, and his suspicions proved correct. Wyll's booming laughter could be heard through the whole camp.
He was on his knees in the sand as Shovel crawled around his back. Her feet were currently hanging off his horns and she appeared to be pawing at Wyll's sides upside-down with her long claws. He was twisting around as she moved too, and a large helpless grin gave away what Gale's summon was doing. He smiled at himself, pleased that she was learning less violent ways to amuse herself amongst the others. Astarion had not found it amusing when he awoke from his meditation to see her rifling through his daggers not a few days ago, but after some guidance from Gale it appeared Shovel had found better entertainment.
"Gale, Gale, sh-sheHEHE! She, haha, get her OHOFF! Your tickle demon is kihihilling mehehehe!" Wyll's arms lifted to move Shovel from his horns, but her claws dug into his exposed armpits. They came crashing down to his sides and the tiny demon readjusted her position. "Tickle demohohon! FIEND! Get ohout of thehehere!"
"Master! Shovel is making friend squeal!"
"I see that!" Gale put his hands on his hips not unlike a proud father. "I didn't think that she would take to nonviolence so quickly. I'm proud of you, Shovel."
The quasit hummed happily and finally jumped off of Wyll's back to crawl towards her master. "Master's proud? Master is proud of Shovel!" Her tail flicked.
"I am!" He knelt down to rub the top of her head. "Such a fast learner! She didn't hurt you, did she Wyll?"
"Noho, n-no, but she got me," He stayed on his knees, rubbing his tingling sides. "Gods, and here I was trying to brood. She jumped on me and started to," He paused in a blush. The other members of their party were peaking around the rocks to see what was going on, and Wyll's ticklish secret was no more. "To…well. I guess I was loud, huh? Wasn't trying to be. I ah, have a few tickle spots she exploited crawling all over me, there, sorry I…ah…"
"Please, everyone has a tickle spot or two, no need to be embarrassed," Gale approached him and offered a hand. "I hope you're in a better mood now?"
"A bit, actually," He chuckled sheepishly and stood. "But she better not do that again without permission."
"Shovel made Master proud! Shovel will make friend squeal again."
"He's only a bit better after all that? My permission is granted," Gale surprised himself with the command, and with a squeal Shovel launched herself at Wyll once more. He fell to the ground in another giggle fit as she crawled all around his torso scratching and kneading and even nibbling. The little demon couldn't be pushed off. On the bright side, it gave the others some entertainment and Wyll didn't have a chance to stay in any sort of negative mood.
A/N: I've had a hard time these last few weeks and needed to write something fluffy. This fic includes a tickle fight with Tav and Wyll trying to tickle Karlach, only to have the roles reversed. I had these #augtickletober2024 prompts in mind: #18 Tickle Fight and #22 Role Reversal by @august-anon.
What happens when you prank your favorite barbarian? Well, you won’t get burned, but you will get tickled. Fret not, though, the Blade of Frontiers will protect you, or go down trying.
Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.
WC: 3.1k
Characters: Wyll, Tav, and Karlach. Wyll and Tav are romantic partners, and they're both close friends with Karlach.
It was a classic, silly prank. It turns out that Baldur’s Gate had just about everything if you knew where to shop.
Alone in your camp, you inflated a whoopee cushion, grinning. Fifty gold well spent. And, out of all your companions, you were certain that Karlach wouldn’t kill you.
You tiptoed over to the gathering spot around the campfire. Your companions hadn’t returned from the city yet, so the coast was clear. You went over to Karlach’s usual spot and positioned the whoopee cushion under her seat. Scratch watched you from not that far away, tilting his head to the side. He abandoned the bone he was chewing on and bounded up to you. His cold nose pressing against your leg made you flinch and squeal. This startled the doggy too. You turned to him, patting his head affectionately.
“Hells, you scared me.” You scritched underneath the dog’s chin, chuckling as he wagged his tail. “This is our little secret, okay?”
Scratch licked your hand and returned to his bone. Soon enough, you heard someone approaching, and the excitement hit you like a lightning bolt. You got up to meet them halfway. “Hey!”
“Well hello,” Astarion drawled with a little wave. He approached you with a noticeably heavier bag compared to when he left. No doubt he acquired most of those items with a five finger discount. He gave you a quick once over, chuckling. “Don’t you look cheery. You must have missed us terribly.”
“Oh, you know me, not a day goes by that I don’t think of that handsome face of yours..” You smirked, quickly adding, “Although you don’t hold a candle to Wyll.”
Astarion was ready to bask in the praise, only to huff in a way that only a haughty vampire could. “How dare you! And here I thought we were friends. I even went out of my way to pick up a little trinket for you.”
Your eyes brightened as he revealed a gold and sapphire amulet. It pulsed with a magic that was unfamiliar to you, and dazzled even in the low light. You reached for it and he yanked it back at the last minute. He smirked.
“Though, if we aren’t friends, I’m happy to keep this beauty for myself.”
“Oh, come on..” You whined and made grabby hands at him, but he wouldn’t budge. His smirk broadened. “You know we’re friends!”
“Are we now?” Astarion moved the amulet along his fingers. “It’s interesting that you would change your tune once I come bearing gifts. I’m starting to think you only like me for my things.”
“That’s not true!” You pouted, “Gods, you’re not going to make me beg, are you?”
“It wouldn’t hurt,” Astarion paused and raised an expectant brow. But just before you acquiesced, he handed the amulet over. “But fine, I suppose I could let bygones be bygones.”
“Yay! Thanks.” You put the amulet on with his help. Then, you peered in the direction where he’d come from, still not seeing the rest of your companions. You blinked up at him. “Where’re the others? Wyll? Gale? …Karlach?”
“Oh,” Astarion sighed and rolled his eyes. “They were talking about some trash novel that they bought on the way back. Probably weren’t watching where they were going and fell into a ditch…pardon me.”
While Astarion went to retrieve your companions, you took your usual spot by the campfire. The excitement returned in full force, and you could hardly hold still. You picked up the sound of your companions’ chatter moments later.
“What’cha got there, love?” You called to Wyll and patted the seat beside you. He walked with the open book in his hand, looking up at random intervals so he didn’t walk into anything. He approached you with a smile.
“Gale recommended this,” he explained after he sat down and kissed you. “The Warden’s Grimoire. The three of us are going to read this after dinner. Perhaps you’d like to join us?”
He went into his pack to pull out another copy of the book. He extended it to you, and you happily accepted.
“Of course, it’s a date.” You smiled and pecked his lips again. Gale, Karlach, and Astarion brought up the rear. Your eyes flitted to her, and your smile widened to a grin.
“So there’s no devils in this, right? And it’s not sad?” Karlach was asking Gale, pausing to greet you with a wave. Gale shook his head.
“I assure you, there are no characters of the devilish persuasion,” he answered. “As for the mood, no, it isn’t sad. But if I say anything else, I’ll risk spoiling the ending.”
“Alright, I’ll take your word for it.” Karlach finally turned her full attention to you and beamed. “Heya, soldier! I suppose Wyll’s already told you, but I’m so excited to read this. It’s got magic, heroes, a dragon..”
While speaking, she finally took a seat in her usual spot. The loud, unmistakable sound of flatulence sounded over the camp. Astarion’s face twisted in disgust.
“What in the Nine Hells was that?” Astarion pinched his nose and gagged. “Gods, Karlach, you’re going to burn this camp down! And that’s if the stench doesn’t kill us first.”
Karlach jumped up, cheeks flushed and flames bright. “Wha- that wasn’t me!” She protested. Her protests did nothing to convince him. You leaned into Wyll, laughing into his shoulder.
Wyll sat in stunned silence before he wrapped an arm around you. He started grinning despite himself, leaning in to whisper, “What did you do?”
You couldn’t answer with how hard you were laughing. Karlach’s cushion ended up flying across the camp. She threw the flattened whoopee cushion at your feet.
“The fuck is that, Tav? Why’s that under my seat?” There wasn’t any malice in her voice as she pointed an accusatory finger at you. Your laughter made it hard for her to act mad.
“I-I don’t know…” You snickered, “I just thought you’d eaten a bad can of beans.”
Wyll tried to hide his snort with a cough. Karlach narrowed her eyes.
“Beans, huh? C’mere, I owe you one.” Karlach stomped towards you with a playfully malicious intent. Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to your feet.
“No, NO! Get away from me!” You laughed and moved to run. Then, much to your surprise and glee, Wyll stood and pulled you behind him.
“Stay back!” Wyll demanded, grinning. Moments like these were a rarity in your journey, and he was eager to be a part of this. “I won’t let you lay a finger on my love. Not while I’m here.”
You hugged Wyll from behind, giving Karlach a smug little grin. “My hero,” you sang, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek and then to the shell of his ear. “My blade…~”
Wyll gave you a quick, loving smile before he looked up to Karlach, who now towered over both of you. She cracked her knuckles and smirked.
“You two are adorable. But if you’re getting in my way, Sir Hero, then you’re in for it too.” Karlach crossed her arms. “What’s it gonna be mate?”
“It’s going to be this,” Wyll straightened up and backed away with you in tow. “You’ll have to get through me first.”
Blue flames flickered around Karlach. She grinned, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Karlach lunged towards both of you. Wyll pushed you out of the way as gently as he could so that you didn’t go down with him. He wrestled with her, but he was losing fast, especially as she scritched up his sides. His heroic stance started crumbling as he started chuckling. You weren’t willing to leave him at her mercy, so you leaped on the tiefling’s back.
“Leave him alone!” You yelled, hooking your legs around her waist. You dropped your hands to her sides and squeezed them with gusto. Karlach squealed, abandoning her own attack to fend off yours.
“Wahaha! Tahahav y-youhu fuckin’ sneheheak!” She giggled and reached around to grab your hands. She did her best not to grab too hard and stopped you, but you weren’t deterred. You leaned forward and blew a raspberry into her neck, making her shriek. “Gehehehet off!”
“Never!” You fired back and blew another raspberry into her skin. Karlach leaned back, giggling madly. She tried scrunching up her neck to block you, but you were quick to find another unprotected spot. All of her squirming made her forget to keep your hands at bay. You managed to wriggle your hands out of her grip, skittering your nails across her stomach. Karlach yelled again and fell into a deeper giggle fit.
“NAhahahaha! Youhu’re sohohoho deheHEHAHAD!” Karlach squealed again when Wyll reached up to squeeze at her hips. Her loud giggling jumped to louder laughter and she collapsed onto her knees.
“Ah, so the mighty Karlach is ticklish herself,” he chuckled. He sat up fully and knelt in front of her, gently prodding and kneading into her hip bones. Karlach buckled and laughed harder. She alternated between battling with his and your hands, yet failed at both. Wyll had a playful glint in his eye and nodded to you. “I applaud your quick thinking, love. Let’s take her down together.”
“NOHOHOHO!” Karlach cackled. You grinned and increased your efforts, thumbs kneading into the spot just underneath her ribs. Karlach wound her arms around her torso, trapping your hands, only to flop onto her back as Wyll continued to squeeze her hips. “CHEHEHATERS! Youhu two are gonnahahaha regret this!”
“Yeah? Big talk from someone who’s so ticklish,” You teased. “Maybe the beans would’ve been a safer option, huh?”
Karlach let out a wheeze between her laughter. “Youhuhu little—I’m gonna—”
“Going to…?” Encouraged by your antics, Wyll leaned in as if to hear her better, snickering when her response got lost in her laughter. “There doesn’t seem to be any heat behind that threat. Just a heap of laughter, if I’ve ever heard any.”
You two were pushing it. If Karlach managed to break away, you two were gonna be in a world of trouble. It was safer to tickle her until she admitted defeat, and that’s exactly what you’d planned on doing.
Then again, when has anything in your party ever gone to plan?
Just as you two thought you had her on the ropes, especially as she cackled with your hands in her armpits, Karlach seized your arms with a surprising amount of speed. She pulled you down on the ground with her, and you went down screaming.
“Thought you could win, huh?” She growled playfully, breathless but grinning wide, “You two are finished.”
Karlach flipped your positions so that you were rendered fully immobile underneath her legs. Wyll stumbled back from the sudden movement. Before he could scurry away, Karlach grabbed a handful of his tunic and pulled him down beside you. Both of your arms were pinned at your sides, and her grin spelled trouble in every spoken language in Faerûn.
“Alright, love birds,” she sang, putting a hand on your side and her other one on Wyll’s ribs. “Who wants to sing first?”
“S-Shihihit,” Wyll stammered and giggled as she tapped her claws expectantly over his ribs. Squirming was futile, as was trying to reach you, who’d also started giggling as Karlach poked into your skin. “Hold on, Karlach! We can still tahahalk!”
“Talk?” Karlach snorted. “After you two ganged up on me? To hells with that. It's payback time. And I’ll start with you, hero.”
She wiggled her claws over his ribs with more purpose, knuckles kneading into the spaces between the bones. Wyll jolted and giggled louder. He tried to roll away from her tickling hand, but she was persistent, easily following his movements. She noticed that his giggling grew frantic when her hand ventured near his sides or stomach, and she’d definitely use that to her advantage later.
“Wahahait!” Wyll yelled and arched upwards when she suddenly jumped to his armpit. She used her thumb to dig into the muscle, and he shook his head through his laughter. “Wahahit, Karlach!”
“Nope! You brought this on yourselves,” Karlach smirked and explored his armpit with her wriggling claws. She was still absentmindedly poking at your sides, and you squealed when she poked into an especially ticklish spot. Her gaze flitted to you and her smirk widened. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Tav.”
Karlach’s hand now scampered across your waist, finding purchase on your hip bones. She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until you were squealing with laughter.
“Cohohohme ohohohn!” You squeaked and bucked around as she alternated the squeezes along your hips. “It was juhuhust a prahahank!”
Karlach grinned as she kept up the relentless assault, alternating between gentle and firm squeezes along your hips. "Oh, just a prank, huh?" she teased, her voice full of mock innocence. "Well, this is just payback!"
While she spoke, she prodded into Wyll’s tummy, and his frantic giggling jumped into loud laughter. She poked into his abdomen a few more times before reaching under his shirt to tickle. Wyll’s laughter got even louder. His volume rivaled yours as he tried to turn over onto his side.
“Gods, nohohoho!” Wyll’s legs drummed against the ground as her claws circled his navel. “HAhahaha! N-Not thehere—”
But Karlach stayed right there. She lightly raked her nails around his navel, spidered up and down his belly, and ended each ticklish touch with a playful poke. It didn’t take much else to get him into stitches, and you weren’t far behind him.
“Man, after all that talk and bravado, this is where you end up?” Karlach addressed Wyll while she continued to tickle his belly. She giggled, “This’ll teach you two not to mess with me.”
During all of the commotion, a mage hand slinked its way in not too far away. You almost missed it from how hard you were laughing. Hope surged in you; maybe instead of the Blade of Frontiers, a knight in magical armor would save the day.
“Gahahale! GALE!” You laughed and bucked as Karlach tickled up your side. “Help us!”
Gale was smiling as he used the mage hand to pick up the discarded books. When Karlach looked his way, he raised both his and the magical hand in surrender. “No, no. I’m just going to get these books to safety. Creases can prove difficult to remove. And, well, fire and paper certainly don’t mix…”
“Smart man,” Karlach chuckled. “More than I can say for these two troublemakers.”
She doubled down on tickling you and Wyll. She leaned down to blow raspberries into his belly while she suddenly pushed her hand under your arm. Both of you screamed, and your cackles echoed over the camp.
Astarion was sitting not too far away from Gale. He was shaking his head from the silliness of the situation, and the wizard’s nerdy love for books. “Well, there goes my hopes of having a quiet evening,” he sighed. “Ridiculous. I am traveling with children…”
“I’d say Karlach is owed some revenge for the mischief Tav started,” Gale answered. He made the mage hand set the books away in his tent. “Surely, with your background as a magistrate, you’d agree that this is fair retribution?”
“No, not exactly,” Astarion snorted. “I’d prefer a little bloodshed if it’s all the same to you. But I’ll settle for this…entertainment.” He poured himself a glass of wine and sat down to watch the show.
Gale tsked and lit a fire under the cooking pot. “You’d have them draw blades over a whoopee cushion? That is not a court that I’d want to involve myself in.”
Astarion ignored his chiding. He shook his head as he watched the one-sided tickle fight from the comfort of his tent.
Wyll howled as Karlach nuzzled further into his stomach and continued blowing raspberries. His cheeks flushed and his legs kicked wildly at the ground. His resolve cracked, and he could barely get a word out in between his howling laughter.
“AHAHAHAH! Ka-Karlach, plehehease!” he gasped, barely able to get a word out in between the bursts of uncontrollable laughter. “I only wahahnted t-toohoo help Tahahav!” His breath hitched as she nuzzled into his side.
“Oh? You mean this lil’ shit right here?” Karlach sat up, grinning, and turned her attention to you. She already had one large hand kneading into your armpit, and now honed in on both. You shrieked again and arched your back.
“WYLL!” You uselessly tried to pull your trapped arms down to your sides. Karlach paused her tickling only to pin both of your arms above your head, giving her more room to tickle. “NOHOHO!”
Wyll was grateful for the reprieve; still, he gave you a half playful, half apologetic smile as Karlach wrecked ticklish havoc on your armpits. “Apologies, my love.”
Trying to pull your arms out of Karlach’s grip was similar to trying to pry something out of a Steel Watcher’s hand: impossible. Her hand jumped from one armpit to the other, alternating between skittering and prodding into the hollows. Your laughter went up in pitch and you bucked your hips.
“KAHAHARLAHACH!” You squealed and threw your head back, laughing loudly. “STAHAHAHA!”
Surprisingly, Karlach slowed down, but she didn’t let up. “Yeah? You ready to tap out?”
In a logical world, you should’ve said yes. But logic wasn’t always fun, and you were having a lot of fun. You shook your head despite yourself, grinning widely.
“Never,” You blurted out before falling into a deeper pit of laughter. “I r-reehehegret nothing!”
Even Astarion looked surprised at your defiance. Karlach busted out laughing and re-pinned your arms underneath her. This gave her free range to resume her fervent scribbling along your armpit, while using her free hand to squeeze at the side of Wyll’s stomach.
“You hear that, Wyll? Your love’s got more fight in ‘em than I thought.” Karlach smiled at the warlock’s surprised shriek and laughter. “Guess we can’t bury the hatchet after all.”
“WEHEHE CAHAHN!” Wyll yelped and protested as he tried and failed to turn onto his side. “We cahan! Kahahrlach-”
This time, Karlach didn’t stop until there were tears in your eyes. She gave both of you one last ticklish poke to the armpits and belly before backing off.
“What about now?” Karlach cocked her head to the side, looking at both of you expectantly. “Think we can call it even?”
“Yes!” You immediately chimed in, still giggling. You laid on your side facing Wyll once she let the two of you go. “We can call it even. Truce, please…”
“That’s what I thought.” Karlach giggled and helped the two of you sit up. You laid against your boyfriend, and Karlach smiled fondly. “Later, lovebirds. I’m gonna go get some dinner.”
“...Next time,” Wyll whispered in your ear and playfully leered at you. “Let me do the talking.”
Having finished his wine, Astarion stretched out over his cushions, grateful that the chaos concluded. “Ridiculous,” he repeated to himself, though an almost imperceptible smile laid on his lips.
For the tickletober prompts, I give you two for BG3!
39. "But touch is my love language!"
For Karlach/Wyll, most definitely because I read it in her voice. And!
81. “Go away. I'm moping.”
For Rolan or Astarion and another partner/partners of your choosing! The sass sounds like them. Also, there are zero Rolan tickles out there!
no longer taking these prompts, just catching up!
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Thank you for the prompts! Here's the first one, and I'll post the second one in another post! Hopefully this isn't too ooc because just like the last one, i wrote it at like midnight last night lol (and also have not played bg3 in over a month and my grasp on the characters has loosened oops)
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Love Language
Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3
Ship(s): Wyll/Karlach
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Wyll/Ler!Karlach
Word Count: 244 words
Summary: Karlach decides to be a little distracting while Wyll's helping prepare the camp's dinner.
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“Karlach, please–” Wyll said, trying not to stutter. She wasn’t making it easy on him, gliding her claws easily around the exposed skin of his abdomen. Maybe he should invest in some new clothes to wear around camp – they didn’t leave him much protection when certain tickle monsters started getting ideas.
“But touch is my love language,” Karlach whined from behind him, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “You wouldn’t leave me bereft, would you?”
“Of c-course not, dearheart, but I really need to finish this.”
“Come on, you can leave the stew for Gale to finish. Spend some time with me!”
Karlach switched from a teasing glide to skittering her claws all around his sides and stomach, tugging up his shirt even further to get at more skin. Wyll broke down in giggles, doubling over where he sat preparing the camp’s dinner and trying to peel her hands off of him. She huffed a laugh in his ear, making him tuck it against his shoulder to protect it from any more ticklish breaths.
“Wait, please–!”
“Aw come on, I haven’t heard you laugh in ages. Tickle tickle, Wyll!” She pressed a near-burning kiss to his temple. “Let’s see that smile.”
“I am smiling, I promise!”
“Just gotta make sure you don’t stop, then!”
Wyll had a feeling that he wouldn’t get back to the stew for a long while yet. Gale might have to finish it for them, after all.
Hey! I love your BG3 work so much! Could I please request prompt 34 ("That's just a roundabout way of saying 'I like it'.") with lee Wyll and ler Astarion (or anyone else you think fits) if you feel up to it? Thank you!!!
find the list of warmup prompts and which fandoms i am taking here!
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yeah yeah yeah sure thing!! This one feels OOC to me but idk how to fix it so i hope you still enjoy it!! Thank you for the prompt!!
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(Not) Just Business
Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3
Ship(s): Astarion/Wyll (pre-slash!!)
Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Astarion/Lee!Wyll
Word Count: 547 words
Summary: This was just a business arrangement, something to make sure Astarion stayed full enough to be useful. Wyll wasn't supposed to go and be all endearing about it.
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Wyll couldn’t ever say that Astarion didn’t at least try to make his feedings enjoyable. Wandering hands massaging away any tension they found, a few coaxing kisses, warming up the neck first with lips and tongue and the barest scrape of teeth — enough pleasurable feelings to help dull the pain of the inevitable icy sting of his bite.
It was supposed to be relaxing, to turn Wyll into putty under his fingers and fangs. To make it feel nice enough that Wyll wouldn’t take this privilege away, tenuous as their agreement was. What it was not supposed to do was raise Wyll’s tension tenfold and send him squirming half off the bedroll.
“Sorry,” Wyll said as Astarion pulled his hands and lips away, shifting back into place. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Astarion sat back and crossed his arms. “I understand that you’re the princely, heroic type and all, but there’s no need to be so self-sacrificial on my account.”
Wyll raised his hands in surrender. “No, it’s not that. It’s just– Well–”
“Spit it out,” Astarion snapped.
“It tickled a bit, that’s all.”
Astarion paused, his brow furrowing. “It tickled.”
Wyll squirmed under him, rather flustered judging by the way he would no longer meet Astarion’s eyes.
A traitorous smile tugged at Astarion’s lips and he quickly shoved it back down. He did not think this was cute, not in any fashion. It was ridiculous and childish and wholly unprofessional. This was a business arrangement, nothing more, and Wyll was not fulfilling his end of the bargain.
Instead, Astarion dragged his gaze over Wyll’s upper body, hoping his expression landed somewhere around disdain. “Just how ticklish are you?”
“I don’t– it doesn’t matter. Look, I don’t mind it, it’s fine, we can continue. You can get what you need and then we can both forget about this.”
Astarion raised an eyebrow, losing the battle with his smile once more – the blabbering was new, and rather disgustingly endearing. “Don’t mind it?”
Wyll’s eyes widened, like a deer caught on the wrong end of a crossbow. Eugh, feelings. Astarion was going to be sick.
“I don’t–”
“That’s just a roundabout way of saying ‘I like it,’ if you ask me.” Astarion examined his nails, picking at a bit of dirt he found under them. “Then again, what do I know?”
Wyll didn’t answer, avoiding his gaze once more. Astarion hummed, giving him a moment to stew in it, before leaning over Wyll once more.
“Do try not to move too much,” Astarion cautioned, positioning himself over Wyll’s throat. “This might tickle.”
Wyll barely had a moment to suck in a startled breath before Astarion began his ministrations once more, though this time a bit more deliberately ticklish. Quiet giggles filled the air and though Astarion could hear Wyll’s feet shifting and kicking behind his back, Wyll was able to stay remarkably still even with the heightened sensation. It was just another way to distract Wyll, Astarion told himself, just so that the bite wasn’t too much for him to agree to come back. The smile on his face was because of his impending meal, it had nothing to do with the disgustingly adorable snorting laughter filling the night air.
Hello hello! Here is my @squealing-santa gift for the very cool @/wrestling!anon!!
I tried to pick out two of your prompts and did my best to hit them both, so I hope you enjoy! I also only went with two of the characters listed (Astarion and Wyll) because I feel like I can't quite grasp Gale's characterization yet, and I'm still only in Act 2 of my playthrough thanks to work so I have no idea what Halsin's deal is yet lol. I figured I'd write best with my own game's romance (Wyll) and the character I get the most spoilers for online (Astarion) lol. I hope my characterization works out well enough, and once again, I hope you (and other readers) enjoy!!
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Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3
Ship(s): Astarion/Wyll
Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Astarion/Switch!Wyll
Word Count: 2250 words
Summary: When Wyll asked Astarion to dance, he did not expect it to end in such a ticklish situation. He had no intentions of letting this go without a bit of revenge.
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Dancing, Astarion thought. How sickeningly sweet.
But of course, it was Wyll. Astarion wasn’t sure what else he had expected. He was rather the fairytale prince type, not really the kind you take for a quick romp in the forest. In fact, Astarion doubted Wyll would agree even if he suggested it. A younger man may have found it romantic, but Astarion only found it to be a hindrance. It tended to be much harder to manipulate people without sex involved, in his experience.
That is, if Astarion even wanted to keep going through with that plan. It was all so much easier before feelings got involved.
Of course, none of his plans meant that Astarion was willing to drop his snark entirely. “Tell me, does this actually work for you?”
Wyll raised an eyebrow at him and, of course being the cheeky little thing he was, suddenly pushed Astarion out into a wide spin before pulling him close once more. “You tell me. You’re the one who accepted the offer to dance.”
“Come now, darling. You can’t tell me that you don’t crave a bit more… physicality, hm? Intimacy?” He pulled Wyll even closer, adjusting his grip to be just this side of innocent.
Wyll laughed, his eyes cutting to the side to avoid Astarion’s. Astarion could hear his pulse quicken, could smell the blood rush beneath his skin.
“I’d say this is rather physical already,” Wyll said, “wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, you know what I meant.”
Astarion snuck a few fingers beneath the hem of Wyll’s tempting little cropped shirt, sliding them up his side – only, he didn’t get very far. Wyll made a strange, strangled noise in the back of his throat as he buckled in on that side, now dancing away from Astarion instead of alongside him. Astarion froze in his tracks.
“Too far?”
Wyll stood up straight, rubbing at the back of his neck with that horribly endearing self-conscious chuckle of his. “No, no, sorry. You did nothing wrong.” He chuckled again. “Just a bit ticklish there, is all.”
A predatory grin spread across Astarion’s lips and he swept in close to Wyll once more, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him flush. He watched Wyll’s throat bob. “So open with such sensitive information, my dear.” He tsked. “Seems a bit unwise, doesn’t it?”
Wyll rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Everyone’s at least a little ticklish somewhere – would do me no use in hiding it, now would it?”
As he spoke, Wyll’s fingers snuck up Astarion’s own side, repeating the same motion that had Wyll dancing out of his arms. Astarion gasped at the sensation, wrenching himself from their embrace entirely on instinct. The sensation was unfamiliar and familiar all at once – something he knew he had to have felt before, but had no recollection of experiencing. He couldn’t help but stare down at his body as if it had betrayed him.
“See? Everyone’s ticklish somewhere.” Wyll paused, stepping closer. “Did– did you not know you were?”
“Trapped under control of my vampire master the past two hundred years – would you?” Astarion scoffed, refusing to meet his eyes. “Not exactly the time for warm fuzzies.”
“No. No, I suppose not.” After a moment, Wyll stepped closer again, lightly resting his hands against Astarion’s hips. “Never too late to find out, you know?”
Astarion couldn’t help but gape at him. “Are you suggesting I willingly allow you to exploit a weakness of mine for, what, your own enjoyment?” He smirked. “Why, Wyll, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Wyll laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course not – it’s just, you ought to know your own vulnerabilities, should you not?”
Astarion raised an eyebrow. Wyll’s grin turned sheepish – but only slightly.
“Alright. I am known to have a bit of a mischievous side.” His thumbs rubbed circles into the divots of Astarion’s hips, just the right amount of pressure to avoid a tickle. “But I would never take advantage of you in that way if you didn’t wish it.”
Astarion rolled his eyes, a fond smile spreading across his lips without his permission. “Gods, don’t be such a hero.”
The words were barely out of Astarion’s mouth before the soothing circles at Astarion’s hips became gentle squeezing. An undignified noise escaped him before he was able to seal his lips shut. He doubled over and scrabbled for Wyll’s wrists.
“I’m not hearing a ‘no,’” Wyll said, his voice filled with so much humor and fondness that it might’ve made Astarion feel ill if he hadn’t already been preoccupied.
“You ass,” Astarion replied instead.
Wyll clicked his tongue. “Maybe this will help teach you some manners.”
Astarion opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a rush of air as Wyll started wiggling his fingers up Astarion’s sides. While the squeezing had been gentle enough, the skittering of Wyll’s fingers was absurdly soft. The light touch was maddening in a way that Astarion couldn’t place, sending him squirming and lost to mortified giggles in mere moments. All of Cazadors horrible tortures, with his cold hands and rough grip, all of the people he’d lured back with his body, with their hungry touches and grasping hands, none of them could have prepared him for this – the delicate fingers of someone who cared for him (albeit through his own manipulation) picking him apart with such ease.
And the worst part was, Astarion found that he didn’t quite mind it. In fact, he actually rather liked it, as horribly embarrassing as it was. It was a kind of intimacy that he had never considered before, and one that wasn’t tainted with nearly so much history. And of course, the handsome smile spreading across Wyll’s face at Astarion’s ridiculous reactions was quite the bonus, even if it was at his expense.
Of course, it became much harder to think the longer Wyll took advantage of his sensitivities. Astarion had no idea that tickling could be so distracting, so consuming. He doubled over as those skittering fingers reached his ribcage, his hands coming up to try and muffle the laughter now escaping him. Wyll laughed along, and they both laughed harder when he managed to maneuver his hands up into Astarion’s underarms, causing him to stumble to the ground.
“Get out of there!” Astarion said, half-heartedly trying to shove Wyll away with one hand, while trying his hardest to shield his reactions with the other.
“If that’s really what you want!”
Astarion quickly learned that was the wrong choice, as Wyll shimmied his fingers out of Astarion’s underarms and swiftly set to poking and prodding around Astarion’s stomach. Through squinted eyes, Astarion could see Wyll watching his every jump and flinch, trying to catch his reactions through his fingers, no doubt cataloguing them to use exploit later.
“See, this isn’t quite so effective.” Wyll punctuated the sentence with a few playful squeezes to his sides.
“Seems plenty effective to me!” Astarion griped, trying to grasp for his hands.
Wyll cocked his head with a grin. “Oh, it certainly works, but you seem to do better with a… softer touch.”
With that, the skittering fingers were back, and a mortifyingly high-pitched noise burst from Astarion’s lips. It was absurd how much the method could change the intensity of the tickle, and even more absurd how badly a touch so soft could affect him. And of course, he was proved right in his previous hypothesis when Wyll seemed to focus particularly on the places he had made note of previously. All Astarion could do was roll around in the dirt and dead leaves, too uncoordinated to do anything to save himself even if he wanted to.
And then Wyll started jumping between certain areas of his upper body at random. His stomach, his ribs, his stomach again, his underarms, his hips, his sides – Astarion could barely keep track of the sensation. All he could do was laugh, no matter where it showed up next. His hips seemed to be particularly weak to this type of touch, and Wyll certainly enjoyed his time taking advantage of that. Even still, though all the playful torment, Astarion couldn’t say he exactly minded, though he would never let Wyll know.
And then Wyll’s fingers jumped up to Astarion’s neck, no warning at all. The tickle was still there, and certainly still effective, but Astarion’s breath caught in his throat. For the first time in all his squirming, he finally lurched away from the touch. One hand flew down to support himself as he tried to sit up, the other flying up to pry Wyll’s fingers away.
Ever so attentive, Wyll pulled his hands away immediately. Instead, he moved to help Astarion sit up, rubbing his back as if to help him catch his breath despite the fact that Astarion didn’t really need to breathe anyways. It was a sweet gesture. Wyll was a fool.
“No neck,” Wyll said. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
Astarion scoffed. “Please, as if there would be a next time in the first place. No, you’ve had your fun now, darling.”
Wyll only shook his head, a twinkle in his eyes. “Whatever you say, Astarion.”
“Speaking of fun–” Astarion ran a hand through his hair, trying to ruffle his curls back into place “– I believe it’s my turn.”
Wyll’s eyes went wide, but Astarion pulled him down to be flush with Astarion’s chest before he could make any moves. Though Wyll put up some semblance of a struggle, Astarion was easily able to roll them over, allowing him to loom over Wyll. It was almost endearing how little he was trying to actually fight back. Not to mention, few people would trust a vampire to put them on their back like this. If Astarion’s heart had still had a beat, he was worried it might’ve skipped one or two. As it was, he could hear Wyll’s heart give a stutter of its own.
Wyll gave him another one of those charming nervous chuckles. “Now Astarion, I’m sure we can talk about this.”
Astarion grinned, lowering his voice into a purr. “Oh my dear, you can talk all you wish. In fact, why don’t we start with whichever patch of skin is most likely to make you scream.”
“I’m no fool, Astarion. No man in his right mind would give up such sensitive information so willingly.”
Astarion leaned in closer, so his lips were brushing against Wyll’s ear. “Sensitive information indeed, hm?”
Wyll shivered, but at this point, Astarion was unable to tell if it was from pleasure or from ticklishness. Either way worked in his favor, so instead he set about his revenge. He started at Wyll’s hips, just as Wyll had begun with him, and started wiggling his fingers up Wyll’s sides and ribs. His giggles were music to Astarion’s ears as he shimmied back and forth beneath Astarion’s form. He tossed his head back with his giggling, baring his neck so temptingly, and Astarion couldn’t help but watch the way his throat bobbed with his laughter.
Still, Astarion wasn’t quite getting the reactions he desired. The giggles he garnered between Wyll’s hips and underarms were adorable, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. Astarion jumped down to Wyll’s sides again, giving them a few quick squeezes. He may have taken more than a few pointers from Wyll’s own attack, but it wasn’t as though he had much experience of his own to draw upon. Astarion felt his lips bloom into a devious grin at the flinch the touch garnered him and the louder laughter that followed.
“I see – you’re a bit opposite to me, then.”
Astarion could practically smell the blood as it rushed to Wyll’s cheeks, even if the blush didn’t show on his complexion. For the first time since Astarion began, Wyll started shoving at Astarion’s hands, though the laughter had clearly weakened him.
“Shut up!”
Astarion tsked. “Who knew the Blade of Frontiers was so easily embarrassed.”
He moved his prodding and squeezing inward, and finally Wyll shouted out a frantic, “Shit!” through his laughter. Wyll lurched up and tried to double over, not making it very far thanks to Astarion still looming over him. He scrambled for Astarion’s hands, fumbling blindly and ultimately making no difference to his torment.
“Ah – have I truly found my target so easily?”
“Yes!” Wyll shouted as he collapsed back into the dirt, his head thrown back once more as laughter wracked his body. “Yes, Astarion, please!”
Astarion slowed his fingers to a creeping spider, keeping Wyll in near-frantic giggles even with the light touch. He hummed thoughtfully. “But darling, how can I really be sure without completing my exploration? After all, most people would admit anything under torture.”
Wyll’s head tipped up and he stared at Astarion with wide eyes. Even still, he didn’t tell Astarion to stop. His blood may have been rushing, but it certainly wasn’t due to fear.
“Wait–” His voice was giggly and bright, his eyes clear from any distress.
Astarion hummed. “Condolences, but I believe I’m obligated to investigate further.” He leaned in close, their noses brushing. Astarion could almost taste Wyll’s giggles on his own lips, but he didn’t dare close the distance himself – he had to play this game at Wyll’s pace, after all. “Best prepare yourself for a long evening, my sweet.”
He certainly didn’t imagine the way Wyll’s heart sped up at those words.
No one is sending me bg3 tk headcanons so i will speak a few of my own. please send me bg3 asks lol. these little gremlin people in my computer are all i can think about
Wyll is definitely more of a ler than a lee in my mind, BUT i see that man in a crop top every single night, you cannot tell me he is not also crazy ticklish. And he definitely doesn't mind it -- he just doesn't want it too much. He much prefers making his romantic interest smile and blush and laugh, and waxing poetic in that wonderfully romantic way of his to make them blush even more. I ask what we are and he compares me to the sun at different times of day in a way that makes me swoon?? Imagine how he'd describe your tav's smile and laughter and flushed cheeks. My god I am so in love with this fictional man.
I have not gotten to a point in the game yet where my bestie Karlach is all fixed up (i only just started Act 2 about 10 hours of gameplay ago -- i expect to be here for another 30-40 hours at least before we finally reach Act 3 lol), I can only assume it happens for her, and i think that when she is fixed up she would go WILD with the tickle fights. She would find it so, so much fun. She probably loves tickling, on all sides, and given how bold she is when she comes onto you the first time (I am so sorry i had to turn you down girlie ✌️😔 i already had my eyes on Wyll), I think she would definitely have 0 problems asking to be tickled or to tickle someone else
i think if i tried to tickle Lae'zel she would kill me. But also we have like, medium approval because I am too nice for her and so i don't know a lot about her lol. Y'all who have had better relationships with Lae'zel or who have romanced her should tell me your thoughts, y'all probably have much better understandings of her character than I do, I would love to know what you think about Lae'zel and tickles
Gale insists he is not ticklish. He tries to distract you with fancy words and long sentences until you forget what you were talking about in the first place, because all of a sudden you're like. Talking about the history of Waterdeep or smth. Anyways, he does this because he is wicked ticklish. And I don't think he necessarily minds being tickled, but I definitely think he's the kind of guy to wanna keep up appearances for as long as he can lol. Gale lovers please correct me if I am wrong, but I always get distracted by his long-winded explanations and fanciful way of speaking (is this how people feel when they talk to me??? i am also extremely long-winded -- as you can see from this post -- and people think i speak funny and in an abnormal manner also lol). That long-windedness comes in handy with teasing though, I'm sure.
Shadowheart is another one I can't get a read on. I have had really good approval with her from the beginning, we are somehow besties, and yet i know so little about her. She is very hard to read. I have no idea what her thoughts and opinions are here lol. I think she would regard me with great disdain if I tried to tickle her
Astarion,,,,, i don't think he'd vibe with most people tickling him, OR tickling most people. Purely from existing in fandom, despite not romancing him (yet -- he is next on my list. I can fix him), i know a lot of spoilers for his general arc in a romance. I don't think he would let anyone but his lover touch him like that (or touch anyone but his lover like that), and only after a lot of healing. It's a very vulnerable situation to put oneself in!!! I feel like for the first long while he'd be far more interesting in ler-ing, he would have to be pretty comfortable and secure to feel comfortable in a lee situation.
For Tickletober day 21, New Discovery!
(yes, it is almost a week late -- if youre looking for someone to blame, check this post lol)
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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Ship(s): Wyll X Tav
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Wyll/Ler!Tav
Word Count: 880 words
Summary: Tav was excited enough to have finally gotten a kiss. To discover that the Blade of Frontiers was ticklish on top of that? They were never going to let this go.
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The kiss was gentle and chaste, but even still it made Tav’s heart race in their chest. Wyll smiled slightly against their mouth and they released a shaky exhale through their nose, pressing even closer. It was only a short second more before Wyll began to pull back.
Instinctively, Tav’s hand came up to his waist, fingers brushing gently against the skin exposed by his casual wear. Wyll inhaled sharply, pulling away completely as he flinched back. Tav froze, their hand now floating in the air between them.
“Wyll?”
Wyll huffed a little self-conscious laugh, glancing down and shifting his weight. “I – well, then. Um, you’ve got a party to get back to.”
Tav took a half step forward, their hand still hovering near his waist. “Are you still injured? It wasn’t an easy day – I’m spent, but Shadowheart stayed back at camp. She should have a spell or two if you need it.”
“No, Tav, it’s–”
“Or we can find you a healing potion, if you don’t want to bother her.” A smirk tugged at their mouth. “She was rather interested in her bottle of wine when we last spoke.”
Wyll gave that laugh again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not injured, it’s fine. Though I appreciate your concern.”
Tav shifted their weight, blinking at him. “Are you lying to me?”
“No.” Wyll shook his head. “I promise. Just, ah – a little sensitive, that’s all.”
Tav’s eyes flickered over Wyll’s form. His nervous expression (only partially from the kiss, by their estimations), his almost defensive posture (as if he was preparing to run), the way his own hand hovered protectively near the exposed strip of skin. Tav wasn’t very well-versed in these sorts of things, but it wasn’t exactly a difficult deduction to make. A grin began to spread across their face.
“Who would’ve thought, the great Blade of Frontiers is ticklish.”
“Few people, in fact, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t spread it around.”
Tav cocked their head, taking a step forward and grinning wider when he took a matching step back. “Oh, of course not. I rather like the thought of keeping this information to myself. Of course, whether it remains secret is much more up to you.”
Wyll’s eyes widened. “Tav, no–”
“After all, it’s you who’ll have to keep quiet. Not me.”
Tav darted forward and Wyll yelped as he tried to scramble backwards. Unfortunately, the downside of hiding from a party on a reedy riverbank seemed to be getting tangled in the reeds at the most inopportune times. Wyll went down quickly with a crunch of wet sand and a rustle of leaves and Tav followed swiftly after, their fingers already searching along his exposed waistline.
“T-Tav, come on!”
They chuckled under their breath. “Did you really expect me to make this discovery and not take advantage?”
“I didn’t expect you to find out at all!”
Tav scoffed, planting their hands on either side of Wyll’s head, giving him a bit of a breather. His face had started to look a bit strained from holding back his laughter. Wyll took a few deep breaths as they stared down at him with a raised brow.
“We were attached by the lips mere minutes ago,” Tav said, their voice flat, “and you thought I wouldn’t find this out?”
Wyll opened his mouth to reply, and they took that opportunity to bring a hand down and poke their fingers into his side, relishing in his stutters. “I-I didn’t realize it was – hey!”
He snatched their hand from where it had been trying to sneak up under the jagged hem of his shirt, his grip firm. They smirked, allowing it to go limp in his grasp.
“No?”
“No.”
Tav nodded and wiggled their wrist out of his grip, shooting their hand up under his arm while they still had the chance. Wyll threw his head back, horns digging grooves into the wet sand beneath them, and laughed, long and hard. Tav couldn’t help but giggle along, giving him a teasing little coo as he slammed his arm down to his side to try and block out the sensation.
“Tav,” he managed through his laughter. “Tav. Okay!”
With a smile threatening to make their face sore, Tav acquiesced, wiggling their hand out from under his arm and sitting back on their heels. After a couple deep breaths, Wyll sat up himself, fixing them with the worst attempt at a glare they’d ever seen.
“Oh, come off it,” they said. “If you really hated it, you would’ve told me to quit it sooner.”
Wyll averted his gaze. Tav laughed.
“Next time, dear, I won’t be nearly so merciful.”
Wyll pressed his lips together, letting out a quiet hum. “I suppose I should gather my own information now, then.”
Tav tilted their head to the side, blinking at him. He smirked.
“After all, I can’t let these sorts of heinous attacks go unpunished, can I?”
Tav raised up on their knees, holding their hands out in front of them as if it would provide them any sort of protection. “Wait–”
“I think a bit of revenge is in order, don’t you?”
Needless to say, it was a while yet before Tav made a reappearance at the party.
