Silly little BG3 tickle fic. This has been consuming my brain like so many tadpoles. Honestly, I'm itching to write more.
Summary: Poor little self-important Tav get's stuck in some tangling vines! Their companions are... less than helpful.
Takes place about halfway through Act 1.
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Tav was pushing their luck to begin with. Shadowheart has been so secretive about that strange artifact, but considering it’s somehow helping them not all change into mind flayers, Tav feels the group is entitled to some information. It was clear Shadowheart’s’ patients was rapidly thinning as Tav stepped right into a patch of tangling vines.
“Oh, gods damn it!” Tav curses as tangling vines wrap around their legs in an instant. Tav sensed now was not the time to ask Shadowheart for a favor…
“You look good helpless.” Astarion purrs, not making any effort to assist.
“Oh, shut up and help me.” Tav says, trying to pull their leg free. Another pair of vines catch Tav’s arms, forcing them into an awkward, splayed position. Astarion crosses his arms over his chest theatrically.
“No. If you’re going to be demanding favors without so much as a ‘please’, you can stay stuck there and become gnoll food for all I care.”
“I second that.” Shadowheart says coldly.
Tav lets out a frustrated groan as they try to pull free, failing miserably. The woody vines hold them firm. Negotiation with an ogre was no problem. Persuading others to do the unlikely or remembering an obscure piece of history? Tav was the first person asked for when it came to such tasks. But when it came to brute strength or a dexterous touch? Not so much…
“Allow me,” offers Gale, “You pulled me from my portal mishap. The very least I can do is return some approximation of the favor. Let’s see…” Gale approaches the vines cautiously so as not to become entangled himself and assesses the situation. Tav is grateful that at least one of their companions is inclined to help. “…Yes…we shall begin at the end and curl the vine inward towards the earth, moving from the weakest to the strongest point. I’ll just get this one by your dominant arm…” Gale begins to carefully loosen the vine’s grasp wrapped around Tav’s bicep. In doing so, his fingers and the vine wiggle in Tav’s sensitive underarms, causing them to emit what can only be described as a small squeak. All eyes snap to Tav, alight with curiosity. This group of adventurers hasn’t known each other for very long, but this is not a sound any of them had expected to hear from their fearless unofficial leader. Why, just the previous day they had slain dozens of goblins and now a squeak?
“I beg your pardon?” asks Gale with a wide smile, retracting his hands a moment and cocking his head at his stuck companion. Shadowheart and Astarion share a quick look of amusement at Tav’s expense.
“I -- it’s—nothing. I think the vine is loosening- let’s keep at it. Please.” Tav says, clearing their throat, trying to suppress a blush. Gale raises his eyebrows and offers a knowing smile.
“As you wish.” Gale once again reaches for the vine. As he “helps” he drags a finger along the soft sensitive skin in Tav’s underarm before lightly wiggling his fingers as well while only barely keeping up the pretense of assistance with the vines, “Tricky little devils these plants, aren’t they?”
“Mmm… Mhmm.” Tav agrees, nodding their head and biting their lip to keep laughter (or Gods forbid another squeak) at bay. A short exchange of glances passes between Gale and Tav. Gale is clearly enjoying a spot of fun, and Tav, who does not want their companions know how incredibly ticklish they are do not need any sort of illithid parasite for this silent conversation.
“Hurry up, will you? I doubt a cure is going to just stumble into the middle of the forest and find us.” Shadowheart says, irritated.
“Yes, what is taking so long?” complains Astarion.
“If I’m not mistaken,” Begins Gale with a false seriousness, “our Tav has a certain predisposition towards… kinesthetic sensations resulting in a loss of one’s motor autonomy. Most unfortunate for them, I’m afraid…”
“What do you mean?” Shadowheart demands, concern suddenly eclipsing irritation. “Is this something to do with the tadpole?” She and Astarion get closer cautiously, unsure of what exactly to make of the situation.
“They aren’t… changing…?” Astarion dares to ask, already reaching tentatively for his dagger.
“Gale, I swear…” Tav says threateningly through gritted teeth, squirming away from the wizard's teasing fingers, lightly wiggling in Tav’s underarms. The laughter threatens to burst out, despite every effort.
“No, no! Nothing like that.” Gale assures the others quickly, allowing some of the tension in the air to deflate, “This is a pre-existing condition- at least I assume it must be. I assure you, it’s relatively harmless, easy enough to manage. Rarely fatal.” He adds with a playful wink to Tav and begins to tickle their underarms and ribs in earnest. A squeal from Tav, and the laughter pours from them like water from a burst dam.
“Don’t you- EEK!-- You aren’t funny, Ga-hahaha-le.” Tav says through giggles, trying to thrash away from his playful touch.
“And yet, you’re laughing.” Gale asserts, matter-of-factly. The wizard has one hand tickling up and down each of Tav's sides, occasionally poking at their belly, “So truth of the matter must be that either I indeed am funny or you’re…”
“Ticklish…” finishes Shadowheart, amused, “And here, I thought we were about to slit your throat.”
“Heheh- that’s preferable! Sto-hahaha-p!!” Tav giggles, and it seems as if the more they struggle, the tighter the grip the vines have on their limbs.
Astarion approaches just behind Gale, resting a hand on the wizards shoulder, leaning over with a barely suppressed grin, “Frankly, my dear, it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? This is not a very… heroic look…” His voice drips in condescension and amusement.
“Argh—Shu-hahah-t-- SHUT up!” Tav tries to sound menacing, but the giggles severely undermine the intended tone.
“I think it’s rather endearing!” defends Gale affectionately, slowing his ticklish assault to let Tav catch their breath.
“Oh, I agree; it’s positively adorable.” Astarion affirms with a nod, “Just doesn’t quite align with the whole escaped-a-mind-flayer-ship-and-now-saving-every-person-we-meet-regardless-of-our-own-safety thing they’ve got going for them.”
“You’re all staying at camp tomorrow.” Tav grumbles, “Now will one of you please help me properly?” A moment of playful hesitation from the group passes.
“Oh, alright. I suppose I shall, once again, play the part of the hero.” Astarion announces dramatically, interlocking his fingers and stretching his palms outward.
“Don’t tickle me, Astarion, I mean it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”
“Just cut the vines. Please.”
“Ah, manners at long last!” Astarion says self-satisfied. To Tav’s surprise and relief, Astarion makes quick work of the vines, cutting them off close to the ground. “There. All better.”
“Oh… thank you!” Tav says, massaging their joints to get the blood flowing properly again. Thank all the gods, the group can finally focus again!
“My pleasure. No pain? Any lingering discomfort?”
“No, I feel just fine. Now, about the--”
“Good!” The elf interrupts theatrically, “Because it’s a coward's move to torment a poor, trapped thing. Gale, you should be quite ashamed of yourself.” Astarion scolds wagging a finger at Gale who shrugs, playing along with whatever little bit is going on, “However, seeing as you’re free and fine, I think a… let’s see… five-count head start is fair…?”
“More than fair.” Shadowheart agrees, rolling her shoulders back and stretching her legs.
“Hang on!” Tav says, tensing again and backing away slowly from the other three, “Head start for what?”
“Oh, make it a 10 count.” Gale counter-offers, “Poor Tav’s had quite the day so far.”
“Alright, 10 it is. I do like a good hunt.” Astarion says and flexes his fingers, looking pointedly at Tav.
“No. No, no no- you’ve had your fun!” Protests Tav, though an anticipatory giggle escapes, unbidden as their companions take a step towards them practically in unison.
“Perhaps this will teach you to respect people's secrets.” Says Shadowheart, “Once we find your most ticklish spots, certainly. Nine…”
“Oh Gods- be reasonable! You’re acting like children!” Tav says, trying not to squirm at Shadowheart's teasing. Or perhaps, threats…
“Eight...” Gale continues the countdown where Shadowheart left off.
“We have real work to do, you’ll recall!” Tav says firmly and considers for a moment holding their ground and refusing to give into this game.
“Seven. Better get a move on, love.” Astarion says. Tav stands flustered for a moment, debating between their fight or flight options rapidly in their head.
“Six. Oh, I’d be halfway to Waterdeep now, if I were in your position.” Gale says with a small chuckle.
“Five-four-three-” Astarion picks up the pace of the countdown with a wicked, impatient grin. Before they can count any further, Tav takes a portion of invisibility from their pack, takes off the cork drains it, and dashes north.
I’m back kind of and I have a headcanon for Ler!Gale that I may fully flesh out in another post, but anyway—
When Gale levels up in game, he traces these patterns with his hands which I’m assuming are the somatic components of different spells. I’d like to think that if he’s cuddled up with Tav, or even another companion that he has a romantic interest in, he idly does the same thing against their skin, smiling to himself as they fidget and giggle. He may or may not pretend to know what they’re laughing about, so if they call out to him, he’d respond with, “In a moment, dearest. This chapter is especially riveting..”
Confidence looks good on Gale, and I like the idea of a calm, playfully smug ler!Gale 💜✨
Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together
"Gale!"
"Astarion!"
The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides.
Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"
"It does? Good! It's supposed to."
Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"
"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."
"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels.
"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."
Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"
"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."
"I'm sohohorry!"
"Well yeah, you are now."
"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"
"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."
"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"
Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look.
"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly.
"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."
"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."
"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"
"Oh my gods Astarion."
"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."
"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "
"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"
Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.
"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"
"No."
"But-!"
"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."
"What if I only use it on you?"
"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."
"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."
All it took was one person asking, and I had my excuse!! I've been playing Baldur's Gate for the last couple of days, and I just NEEDED to wreck the poor elf! I'm still fairly early into the game, but I do know he's been through some shit (also, please, no spoilers! I'm only a bit into Act 1).
Now, of course, all the companions and my Tav would wreck their silly vampire friend~ Well, except for Lae'zel, but she'll definitely hold him still for the others lmao. Expect some more Astarion in the future!
hii thank you for feeding us with your bg3 tickle content 😫🙏🏼 I’ve been starving. Do you have any headcanons for ler!Gale with a stoic/tsundere lee!tav? Or really any of the other companions if ur not a Gale girly. tysm ❤️ [ps. tell me if I’ve crossed any boundaries / done something wrong, first time sending an ask 🙂]
A/N: Hi! You didn't cross any boundaries. I know you said headcanons, but I hope a fic was okay instead? This prompt works nicely with my favorite tav and her relationship with Gale- she's a stoic, snooty sorceress. I kept the fic gender-neutral though. I hope you like it! 💜
Pillow Talk
Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.
Pairing- Gale Dekarios x Reader (ler!Gale, lee!reader). For the purposes of this story, reader is a sorcerer.
Word Count- 3,723.
Warnings- Spoilers for Acts 1-2 (ish), swearing, rivals to lovers in the beginning, and tickles.
As a noble-born sorcerer, there’s very little you don’t know about magic. It’s flown through your family’s veins for centuries. But, Gale’s different. He knows way more than you’d ever expect. As much as you try to deny it, you fall for him, and channeling the Weave together confirms it. Much to your surprise, the feelings are mutual. As your new relationship blossoms, Gale realizes that he’s never heard you laugh before, and he seeks to remedy that.
“Can’t I just break it?”
Karlach whined as she jostled the lock on the door. The lock glowed as she touched it and suddenly sent out a pulse of magical energy. She staggered back, yelping. “Shit! Guess not.”
You maneuvered around her, shaking your head. “It’s a magical lock, Karlach. I told you smashing it won’t do anything.” You stepped closer to the locked door and held up a hand. It glowed as you channeled into your magic. Closing your eyes, you traced your fingers along the lock’s sigils. “This lock is enchanted with psychic magic,” you hissed when the lock pulsed at you, stinging your hands. “And powerful psychic magic at that.”
Gale approached you from the side, humming skeptically. “I hate to be the one to disagree, but these are illusion sigils.” He traced his fingers over the same sigils as you, nodding to himself. “It’s more of a puzzle, judging by the patterns.”
You gave him a side glance, frowning. This was a recurring pattern in your journey. When it came to magic, you and Gale always had disagreements. “...Perhaps. But there’s psychic magic at work here, Gale. Not illusion.”
Gale raised a defensive hand. “There’s room for overlap, surely. However, I think I know the solution.” His eyes glowed as he reached into the Weave and mirrored the patterns on his palm. “If I follow the patterns, like so, I believe it’ll spell out the missing key.”
“Or,” You interjected and charged up a psychic pulse between your hands. “I can overload the sigils with psychic energy and destroy them. I understand this may not have been in your textbooks though.”
“Oh, charming.” Gale’s eyes flitted over to you disdainfully. “I had not planned on mentioning rank, but since we clearly are, I spent a considerable amount of time as Mystra’s chosen. Dismantling puzzles like these was my bread and butter.”
You weren’t backing down. You went through with your spell, directly interfering with Gale’s. “Don’t you mean former Mystra’s chosen?”
“Hey, c’mon, knock it off!” Karlach scolded. “If you two put half the energy into opening the door that you use to argue with each other, we’d be on our way back to camp by now! Now, hurry up.” Her stomach growled mid sentence. She sighed. “I’m starving.”
“Gladly.” Gale sunk deep into the Weave and figured out the patterns needed to unlock the door. Your psychic magic definitely helped smooth the path forward. Karlach cheered once the door opened.
“Fuck yeah!” She turned to both of you, beaming. “See what happens when you put your magical minds together?”
You followed her out of the dungeon, giving Gale a once over. “I see what happens when you pay attention at the wizard academy. The teachers must’ve adored you, Gale.” You huffed sarcastically. “Such a diligent schoolboy.”
Gale shook his head, smirking. “That couldn’t be any further from the truth! I slept through most of my lessons. And the trouble I found nearly got me expelled.” He chuckled. “Nevertheless, we can breathe fresh air now, thanks to our combined efforts. I hope we can work together again in more pleasant circumstances.”
“I’d sooner kiss a mind flayer.” You marched ahead of him, grumbling.
Wizards were so infuriating. Pompous, book-ridden, and proud. And yet, there was something to this Gale of Waterdeep. Something that interested you.
His hubris, as suffocating as it was, was tempered with true expertise. Passion, even. You’d never met anyone like him, not even in Baldur's gate. Magic was everything to you; it shielded you and brought your enemies to their knees. It was thrilling to meet someone who could match you. Plus, he had a gentle heart.
You didn’t plan on saving tiefling refugees, but beating up goblins was fun. During the attack, a tiefling child lost their parents. Neither you or Gale could bring them back to life. Still, he comforted them the best way he could.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” He hugged them when they ran into his arms. “These are horrors that no child should have to go through. I…can’t bring them back, but I do have something that I hope can bring you some comfort.”
The tiefling child pulled away, sniffling. “You do?”
Gale conjured up a necklace of illusion magic. He handed it to the child. “This necklace is just for you. I’ll teach you the incantation to trigger the magic. Before doing the incantation, you need to think of a happy memory you have with your parents. Then, you’ll be able to relive that memory so long as you keep the necklace on.”
The child took the necklace and slipped it on. They toyed with the gem at the end, which glowed with a pleasant warmth. They smiled sadly, “Thank you.”
Something stirred in you. You didn’t name the feeling, but it was potent all the same. You felt hot and your heart raced. You’d never say it out loud, but you had a crush on Gale.
Instead of joining the festivities at camp, you turned in early for the night. You grabbed the first book you saw and settled onto your bedroll. Reading usually distracted you, especially when you read about magic. And yet, your mind was occupied by Gale. After failing to get to even the second page, you slammed the book shut. You tucked the book under your arm and ventured out to Gale’s tent. If you couldn’t benefit from the book, maybe he could.
Gale’s tent was a short walk away from yours. The party was dying down, but Gale usually stayed up studying. When you arrived at his tent, though, there was a conjuration of Mystra in his palm. He gazed at the image longingly, not realizing that you were watching. You stepped closer.
“Paying tribute?”
He flinched and whirled around. Mystra’s image disappeared, and he exhaled. “You startled me, (Y/N).” he breathed. “I suppose you could say I am, in a way. Though I can’t say my soul feels any lighter.”
You gave him a questioning look. He continued.
“I hope we can put our earlier disagreement behind us, (Y/N).” He said, taking a few steps towards you. Your heartbeat quickened. “It’s just been so long since I’ve collaborated with anyone regarding magic. I understand that we may have different approaches when it comes to wielding it.”
You waved your hand dismissively. “What’s done is done. Why were you just conjuring an image of the goddess?”
“Oh, that. Well..” He trailed off as if he was unsure of what to say. Then, he cleared his throat. “The longer we embark on our journey, the less connected I feel to the Weave. And, it’s everything to me. It always has been..” He sighed heavily, then looked at you with a sudden air of curiosity. “I know we haven’t seen eye to eye, but from one arcane user to another, would you like to channel the Weave with me? It’s a wonderful experience.”
You put down the book you were carrying, shifting awkwardly. “I’ve never done it. I never feel far from the Weave’s embrace, so I haven’t felt the need to.”
“Lucky you,” Gale chuckled. “Still, my offer stands. I can show you how to do it. What do you say?”
This was usually when you’d rebuff him. Not this time. Your curiosity piqued, and he did look handsome in the candlelight.
“Show me.”
Gale’s eyes brightened. He smiled. “As you wish. Follow my lead.”
Channeling the Weave was effortless. Gale was a wonderful teacher: patient, eager, and generous with praise. The air was sweet, and you felt safe in the Weave’s embrace. You closed your eyes, and your mind wandered again. To home. To Gale. To the thought of your lips pressed together in a passionate kiss—
The connection flickered. You forgot yourself. Your eyes snapped open and found Gale. He looked back at you with an equally surprised expression.
******
It took a week for you to face Gale again. You were terribly embarrassed. All of that melted away when, surprisingly, he reciprocated your feelings.
“I must be a powerful wizard indeed,” He was saying quietly to you during another one of your travels. “If I managed to charm the likes of you. I’m flattered, truly. And, might I say, you have incredibly good tastes.”
“Shh. Do you ever stop talking?” You returned in a hushed whisper, holding back a smile. You and Gale were walking behind Karlach and Astarion, and you didn’t want to catch their attention. Gale noticed the hint of your smile and gasped.
“Is that a smile I see? Oh, I’m afraid you’re done for.” He smirked and leaned into you. His breath tickled your ear, and you shivered. “I haven’t even begun to work my full array of charms on you.”
“What’re you two talking about?” Astarion cut into the private conversation, a curious glint in his eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen (Y/N) speak so much.”
Your smile instantly fell. You frowned, “It’s nothing that concerns you, Astarion.”
“Oh, come on.” The spawn pouted. “You’re no fun at all. What’s a bit of gossip among friends?” He looked at the two of you expectantly, but he didn’t get an answer. He huffed. “Ugh, fine. Be that way.”
Once he turned away, Gale whispered to you again. “Let’s continue this conversation in private tonight, hmm? I could prepare a meal.”
“Fine,” you agreed, nodding. “I’ll bring the drinks.”
After dinner, you stayed in Gale’s tent to read together. Many of your companions were either asleep or involved in their own pursuits, so they didn’t notice your empty tent. You were buried under a purple blanket with a book on your lap with him beside you.
“Comfortable?” Gale asked as he cozied up to you. You nodded and pushed half of the blanket to him, which he happily accepted. “Excellent. Now, tell me, when did you realize you were hopelessly enamored with me?”
You looked up suddenly, and he was grinning. A blush creeped up on your cheeks. You smirked. “I believe I could ask you the same thing.”
“You very well could. But, since I asked first..” Gale’s grin widened. “I’ll admit, it is a long list. There are the impassioned debates we have, my words, my award winning smile…”
“Awards?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Who’s given you these awards?”
“Three people, actually.” Gale feigned offense. “Why, there’s me. Myself, who’s a great fellow…”
“Stop.” You nudged his arm, giggling. “You can’t give yourself awards. They don’t count.”
“According to whom?!”
You covered your face, muffling your giggles. “Gods, you’re ridiculous.”
Gale laughed. When you uncovered your face, he was smiling warmly. “I’ve never heard you laugh before. It’s a beautiful sound.”
Your blush deepened. The truth was that you didn’t laugh much, if at all. You usually spurned the company of others, but you felt comfortable in Gale’s presence. You shifted, turning your attention back to your book. “Thank you. Now, are we going to read, or am I to sing your praises all night?”
“Both sound wonderful, though I’d settle for hearing you laugh again.” He slid close to you so that your arms touched. You smiled, keeping your eyes down on your book.
“I’m sure there will be something I can laugh at you about soon.” You chuckled lightly and turned a page. “All in good time, love.”
“You’re terrible, you know?” Gale gently squeezed your side with his free hand. You fidgeted and jostled your book. A metaphorical lightbulb went off in his head, and you eyed him suspiciously.
“(Y/N)?”
“Yes?”
“Are you-”
“No.”
Gale chuckled. “I haven't finished my question.” He discarded his book to the side. He leaned into you with a small, knowing smile. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, are you ticklish?”
You shook your head. “I’m not.” You pressed your arm against your side, settling for holding your book with one hand. “You just startled me.”
“I see.” Gale hummed, rubbing his beard in thought. You thought that would’ve been the end of it, but after a brief pause, he was smiling again. “I do apologize, but I again disagree with you. The signs point to the opposite, I’m afraid.”
“There aren’t any-”
He squeezed your side again. This time, you squeaked and squirmed out of his reach. Gale smirked.
“Right. No signs.” He answered coyly, extending an arm out to reach you. He idly wriggled his fingers and you leaned away even further, unable to hide your grin. “None at all.”
“Gale,” You started warningly, propping yourself up onto your knees. This made your book tumble off of your lap. “I’m warning you. Don’t try it.”
“Surely there’s no harm in a bit of experimentation, is there?” Gale was testing the waters. He observed your body language. If he noticed the slightest bit of discomfort, he’d back off. Your gaze was sharp, but your wobbly grin told him that he hadn’t pushed too far. “You make one claim, I make another. Yet, it’s impossible for both claims to be correct.”
You put your hands out defensively as he inched closer. “D-Don’t come any closer.”
Gale stopped moving. His smirk broadened. “Of course. If that’s what you want, I will humbly oblige.”
Something was off. As a sorcerer, you could detect magic, and he definitely had a trick up his sleeve. It just wasn’t one you were expecting.
The sneaky wizard conjured a hologram of himself behind you. It had crept up behind you while you backed away from Gale. By the time you noticed it, it was too late. It fluttered its fingers into your sides, and you shrieked.
“Gahahle-?!” You let out a short laugh and curled into yourself. You shoved away the hands and whirled around to see the hologram. “Youhu bahahstard.”
“You’ve quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” Gale clicked his tongue, watching you and the hologram with amusement. “It’s actually one of the many qualities I like about you. That, your strength, and your obstinance.”
While he spoke, Gale’s hologram lightly poked at your torso, earning gasps and curses. If it reached a ticklish spot, it was rewarded with a startled giggle. Both Gale and his hologram wore the same smirk. “Are you absolutely sure that you’re not ticklish, my dear?” The wizard spoke over your snickering. “Based on my observations, that theory gets weaker with each passing minute.”
“I’m nohohot!” You bit your lips, muffling any would be giggles. You were losing the battle with the hologram’s hands. Instead, you checked it with your shoulder, trying to bump it hard enough to make it disappear. That tactic not only failed, but gave the hologram the opportunity to pull you in close. Now, with one arm around your waist, it gently pinched and scampered its fingers along your ribs. You exhaled sharply and bit your lip harder. “K-Knohock it off, Gahale-”
Gale held up his hands, feigning innocence. “I’m not doing anything. I haven’t moved, just like you asked.”
“G-Get rihihid of the holograham!”
“Oh!” He made a big show of realizing what you meant. His eyes flicked to the hologram and he charged up a spell in his hands. Or, it looked like he did. You knew better than that; he did nothing. He chuckled sheepishly. “Apologies, I’m afraid he has a mind of his own. There’s nothing I can do.”
“Youhuhu are deahad-”
Gale’s hologram teased your upper ribs with his fingertips. Hissing through clenched teeth, you squirmed in its hold, winding your arms tight around your torso. His fingers were trapped now, so he scribbled his fingers in a side to side motion along your ribs. The laughter was begging to be free, and it made itself known the longer you fought it off. But, if you were going down, you were going down swinging.
As a last ditch effort, you channeled your magic and sent out a small shockwave. It didn’t do any damage, but it did blow things around. Your goal was to break Gale’s concentration on his hologram spell, and it worked. Gale yelled as he stumbled back, and the hologram disappeared.
“Did you just-” Gale looked bewildered. He wasn’t hurt, but his scrolls and books were in a disarray. “Certainly a bit of tickling didn’t warrant an attack on my person!”
“It absolutely did.” You breathed. You rubbed the ticklish sensations out of your skin. “You attacked first, and I responded accordingly.”
“You did not respond accordingly!” Gale picked up one of the books that fell. He dusted off the cover. “You could’ve put a crease in my Magical Histories book.”
For whatever reason, that amused you. It amused you so much that you busted out laughing. Gale made the quick decision to cast a sound barrier spell around his tent, so that your loud laughter wouldn’t disturb your companion’s sleep. You laughed and laughed, collapsing on the floor, and Gale’s cheeks flushed.
“What is so funny?” Gale had to resist the urge to laugh along with you; your true laugh was highly contagious. Once you calmed down, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
“You’re-” You couldn’t get through your sentence without snickering. “Youhu’re such a dork.”
“Wha- I will not stand for an attack on my person and my character.” Gale suddenly teleported to you, wrapping both of his arms around your frame. He scribbled across your sides, ribs, hips- anywhere he could reach. You squealed and, arms flailing, fell back into a fit of giggles.
Despite your ticklish panic, you still had some fight in you. While he was invested in tickling your ribs, a highly sensitive spot, you took the opportunity to tickle him back. You shot a hand up and buried it in the crook of his neck, tickling with purpose. Thankfully, he was ticklish too.
He immediately scrunched his neck, giggling hard. “O-Ohohoho nohoho you don’t!” He yelped and abandoned tickling you to wrestle with your hands. You grinned triumphantly.
“You left me no choice,” You wriggled your hand free from his neck and found his side, squeezing repeatedly. Gale giggled louder and gripped your wrist, but this didn’t deter you.
A tickle fight was on, and Gale was determined to win. There was a war of flailing arms and hands before the wizard emerged victorious. With a sudden burst of strength that was sure to make him sore in the morning, he pulled you down to the floor with him.
He set you on his lap, using one arm to pin your own arms to your sides. He didn’t hold on too tightly; you could’ve gotten away if you really wanted. He only held on with just enough strength to keep you from tickling him. Now, with his free hand, he kneaded into your hip bone. You lurched forward, giggling loudly, and he put his leg over yours to keep you put.
“Nahahahaha!” You squeaked as he jumped to your other hip bone. The floodgates were open now as you squirmed in his hold. “Gahahahahle!”
Now, it was his turn to grin triumphantly. He snaked his fingers up your sides, tweaking them with the lightest touch. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck. “There we are, dearest. Much better.” He chuckled into your skin, which only made you laugh louder. “And, if you won’t say it, I’m happy to do it for you. You,” He scampered up to your ribs, playing them like a piano. “Are,” A hand burrowed into your underarm, earning him yelps and cackles. “Definitely ticklish.”
You didn’t realize it at the moment, but the longer he tickled you, the more you sank into his arms. Soft, playful moments were a rarity, especially given the journey you were on. You’d never, ever say it out loud, but you were enjoying yourself. As smug as he was, Gale was being very gentle. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Do you think we could at least agree on that score?”
You hid your face with one hand, letting out a squealing laugh when his hand landed on your stomach. “NOHOHOHO!” You returned, laughing loudly, as you squirmed harder in his lap. He prodded into abdominal muscles and held you a little bit tighter.
“The signs are all there,” He whispered into your ear, teasing you, while he scribbled and poked into your belly. He let go of your arm so that he could use both hands to tickle. You didn’t realize the shift, so you curled into his arms instead of pushing his hands. “There’s the squirming, the squeals, and the laughter, which is quite enchanting…”
You finally grabbed onto his wrists, but still didn’t really stop him. It wasn’t until he gently kneaded his thumbs into the sides of your belly that you finally relented. “OKAHAHAHAY! I’M TIHIHCKLISH, GAHAHALE!”
He immediately stopped, rubbing his palms over your abdomen. “I’m happy we can finally agree on something.” He chuckled. He moved his hands off to the side. “And, I’ll let your cheeky comment slide. What’s more interesting to me is that you had the chance to move my hands, and yet you didn’t. I’m going to make another claim and suggest that you enjoyed yourself.”
You laid your head against his chest, breathing deeply. “And…if I did?” You tried to sound defensive, but there wasn’t any venom in your words. Gale smiled, resting his palm against your cheek.
“Then you’d only be more adorable to me, if that’s even possible.” His thumb rubbed along your skin as he took you in. “Gods, you’re beautiful. And that’s laugh- it’s something of the heavens, truly. I could listen to it all night.”
“But not tonight,” You tapped his nose, chuckling. “I’m exhausted.”
“No matter. I’m sure we’ll have many more nights like these to come. If you’d still like to join me, that is.”
You shifted in his lap so you could face him. You grinned. “I think I could make the time. Shall we seal the deal with a kiss?”
“I would love that.” Gale’s smile widened as he leaned into you, and you met him halfway, pressing your lips into his. Maybe it was because you’re both spellcasters, but the kiss was nothing short of magical.
okay but could I prompt 72. "Hold up, I'm supposed to be the mischievous one in this relationship!" with Bloodweave???
find the list of warmup prompts and which fandoms i am taking here!
UPDATE: there's a sequel!!
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Sure thing sure thing!! Keep in mind that i am a slow gamer without much time to game so I still haven't finished my first runthrough, and also I am not romancing either of this characters so idk how in-character this actually is dskjfhsdf Hopefully this is good!! Thank you for the warm-up prompt!!
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Mischief
Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3
Ship(s): Astarion/Gale
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Astarion/Ler!Gale
Word Count: 431 words
Summary: Gale gets a little mischievous when it comes time to retire.
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Astarion didn’t do this sort of thing. He didn’t stay the night, didn’t cuddle up in dark tents and warm bedrolls. Before a certain wizard wriggled his way past Astarion’s defenses, he couldn’t even remember the last time someone touched him without his skin crawling.
And yet here he was, wiggling his way underneath a pile of soft, richly colored blankets (and how did Gale lug all those around when they moved camp?) with Gale doing the same at his back (his back) and he’d grown so used to the routine that he didn’t even falter once. Every cell in his body should have been screaming with unease, but all Astarion could manage was a huff of faux-annoyance as Gale slung an arm around his waist.
That was, until Gale started tracing nonsense patterns against his skin, mind clearly still lost in the spell scrolls he’d been pouring over before they retired for the evening. Astarion’s traitorous muscles twitched under Gale’s fingers, his stomach sinking in on itself to escape the delicate touch. He knew better than to attempt a prayer, but Astarion hoped beyond belief that Gale was too occupied with his own thoughts to notice his body’s involuntary reactions.
Unfortunately, he had no such luck. Gale paused for a mere moment, making an inquisitive little hum in the back of his throat, before his touch returned, light and quick and fluttering. Astarion snatched Gale’s wrist before he could do something embarrassing like gasp or flinch or – gods forbid – giggle, and rolled to face him.
“Now hold on a moment,” Astarion said, refusing to clear his throat and give himself away. “I believe I am supposed to be the mischievous one in this relationship.”
The corners of Gale’s eyes crinkled, the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Is that the case? I wasn’t aware there could only be one mischief-maker in a relationship.”
Astarion tightened his grip on Gale’s wrist as it tried to break free. Unfortunately, it was the perfect moment of distraction for Gale’s other hand the slither underneath Astarion’s side and pluck briefly at his ribs. This time, Astarion was unable to keep his gasp contained, even as he jerked away.
Gale murmured something under his breath as his grin stretched to full strength, and Astarion felt the familiar shift-pulse in the air of a spell being cast as the smell of ozone filled the tent.
“Now, Gale–”
“Perhaps we ought to test that theory.” Gale twisted his hands out of Astarion’s weakened grip, poising them to attack. What do you think?”
