#astarion tickle

[hunting4fluff]

Since I'm waiting for poll results...

I'm also working on a head canon list for bg3 characters :)

[morgsticklee]

@tickly-deer-boy Here are some cheer up As⭐rion tickles for you! Hope you like it.

[tickly-trashcan]

Secret {Astarion x Reader}

“Why are you staring at me? You’re creeping me out,” Astarion drawled with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged. “I’m wondering what else you’ve been keeping a secret.”

Astarion huffed out a laugh. “What, you think that because I’m a vampire that I’m untrustworthy? I’m hurt, darling.”

You shook your head quickly, taking Astarion’s hand in your own. “No, it’s not that. I can understand why you kept that secret at first. I’m more curious about… well…”

You fumbled over your words, trying to find out how to phrase it. Astarion smirked and leaned toward you, your faces mere inches apart. “Curious about what, darling? If you’re going to ask about my… preferences, I would like to let you know that I’m open to almost anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You know I wasn’t going to ask about that, shameless flirt.”

Astarion laughed and cupped your cheek. “What can I say? With someone as lovely as you, it’s hard not to flirt.”

A bit of heat touched your cheeks and you smiled. “I was going to ask if there is anything I should be careful of with you. Vampire-related or not, I want to make sure I’m not making you uncomfortable at all.”

Astarion’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to correct his facial expression. He shrugged. “Darling, nothing you could do would make me uncomfortable. If anything, I should be asking you this question.”

You crossed your arms. Astarion sighed. “Well, I’m not fond of pain, but you know this. If you want to be more, erm– physical with me, I would request gentler touch.”

You smiled at that. “You’re a bit of a softie, then?”

Astarion flushed. “Well, I didn’t say that.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close. “What kind of gentle are we talking about? Hugs, kisses, tickles, hand-holding–”

“Since when is tickling considered gentle?”

You looked up at him with a small frown. “It can be very gentle, love. Can I show you?”

Astarion hesitated, but upon seeing the soft look in your eyes, he nodded. You smiled and gently began to trace your hands up his ribs, barely skittering your fingertips as you drew circles and scribbles along his ribs and sides.

Astarion could not hold back a small smile, curling into you as he shook with soft laughter. You grazed his belly and ever so slightly pinched at his hips, making him squeak uncharacteristically.

“Ah–! Hehehe, okahay!” Astarion tapped your shoulder and you ceased your tickling. He did not let go of you, however, still curled against you as you rubbed gentle circles in his back.

“How was that?”

Astarion hummed in contemplation. “Not as agonizing as I imagined. I suppose we could keep that on the list.”

You smiled and pulled out of his embrace to kiss him. He kissed you back, his own hands finding your hips while your lips were locked together. Your breath hitched and he smiled against your lips.

“Now, tell me, darling: how gentle should I be with you?”

[juneleaf]

dorian pavus and maevaris tilani are giving out free top surgeries at the lucerni

[ticklishbeans4]

HIMB!!!! THE VAMPIRE LAD!!

May I please req some soft lee astarion? I've had such brainrot over this man and would love to see him happy :3 (obv completely understand if not and hope u have a good day/night either way!!)

[ astarion - baldur's gate 3 ]

best way to heal a vampire with trauma: soft tickles

[fluffy-ami]

✧ Astarion + “wake-up” tickles

(the cute aggression i feel whenever i see him is endless, i just wanna make my man giggle i wanna see him happy i wanna play with him i-)

Ik that elves don't need to sleep, Star was just feeling all comfy, heehee. I think eventually he would feel safe enough around Tav & others to let his guard down and let them be playful with him <3

[sorcerous-caress]

I would like to maybe request the different BG3 party members finding out a Tav with a tough guy act was secretly ticklish? Just fluff all around

Finding out you're ticklish

[ fluff, nb!Reader, several characters ]

[ reader is a tough cold badass person ]

Karlach

Absolutely abuses it.

She has been trying to get you to loosen up for a while. As cool and badass she thought you were, she was sure there was a fun side to you.

Took it very personally to try to get you to laugh, bad puns, slipping on a banana peel, and even asking Gale to borrow one of his nerdy type jokes. Alas, you were as expressive as a stone wall.

Just when she was about to give up, she thought "ah what the hell?" and just went for it, full on tickling your sides. Worst case scenario, she will get put on clean duty again.

Imagine her surprise when you started cackling up. Pure sincere laughter coming from your own lips, very contagious too. She found herself laughing along as she kept denying your attempts to push her away.

Now she has a secret weapon, one she plans to use at whichever chance she gets.

Gale

Very amused.

Ah, how the tables have turned. You know he did have a theory on your aversion to touch and the distance you keep from others, and this was the most pleasant of outcomes.

"Accidentally" brushes against your ticklish spots, claims absolute innocence each time. Batting his eyelashes as he swears ignorance.

He'd have prefered a more subtle method than Karlach's, but really, who is he to say? Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her, that sometimes the easiest way is the best answer to a problem.

Shadowheart

Teases you about it.

She threatens to do it in her "maybe I'm joking, maybe not" way. Does she ever do it? Who knows.

But mostly, she can relate to you. She gets teased about her fear of wolves a lot, so she understands if you want her to drop the topic.

Wyll

Defends you.

He was always the kid in the playground who'd chase bullies away, and while this is a more light-hearted teasing between friends things, he will still defend you from Karlach surprise attacks.

You're safe next to him, don't worry, he will never use your weakness against you no matter how tempting it is to get this tough ice cold person to fall into a pit of laughter.

Those aren't his thoughts, just the devil's on his shoulder.

Laezel

Doesn't get it.

What do you mean ticklish? What even is that.

Gith don't really get tickled. Their skin doesn't allow it much. She is a bit fascinated and curious about it. After all, it must be a great weapon if it reduced a formidable person like you into a jumpy offbalance prey.

Yes, she will keep it in mind if she needs to take you down one day. It is the excuse she allows herself on why she keeps staring at you whenever you laugh.

Minthara

While Wyll will attempt to defend you, Minthara doesn't even have to try.

If everyone in here wants to keep their throat unslited, they better not even think to place their grubby hands near you.

Says she did use it as a form of torture in interrogations before. It wasn't very effective since the target would end up incomprehensible.

Astarion

HA

HA HA HA

you poor thing.

His bullying puts Shadowheart's light hearted teasing to shame, he WILL fully throw digs at you every chance he gets.

Brings it up always, asks if you're at risk of falling prone to laughter because your shirt's fabric was too soft. Jokes about how feathers must be knives to you huh.

He isn't big on touching, so your physical body will remain safe. Your mentality, however, is a different case.

Halsin

He is too, very ticklish. How did he get people to stop bringing it up? Simple, turn into a gaint bear.

It's not so fun watching someone fall on you from laughter when it's a gaint cave bear with rows of sharp teeth.

But really, it's not so bad. And here he will help you practice your bear exaggerated laughter to make your teeth look sharper.

[angelatmidnight1]

If a bear laughs in the woods...

A/N: I really wanted to write something for #augtickletober2024 and wrote a quick fic for lee!Halsin and ler!Astarion for the week 4 prompt by @august-anon.

Astarion and Halsin are spending the night together outside the noise and chaos of Baldur’s Gate. Astarion wants to help him unwind and discovers that he’s rather ticklish. 

WC: 1.8k

Pairing: Astarion x Halsin (romantic)

Halsin laid underneath Astarion in a forest clearing outside of Baldur’s Gate. Both were shirtless, and the Archdruid’s large hands roamed the spawn’s body. Astarion was pressing gentle kisses into his neck and working his way down. He got minimal response as he nibbled just above the collar bone; a spot that he knew Halsin liked. His brow furrowed, and he glanced at the large man under him.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

Halsin’s gaze snapped to him. “Ah, yes,” He breathed, which did nothing to dampen the confusion on Astarion’s face. He sighed. “Forgive me. I have had a lot on my mind as of late.”

Astarion sat up, tracing the man’s jaw with delicate fingertips. “Well, don’t leave me in suspense. Let’s unpack what’s in that pretty head of yours.”

Halsin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which were still heavy with worry. “For a city that promises safety and substance, there is rampant poverty. Food, shelter, clean water…nature provides these at no cost.” He sat up as well and pressed his forehead into his lover’s. “And yet Baldur’s Gate withholds these from those in need, charging prices that could never be afforded.”

“Life in the big city, I’m afraid,” Astarion hummed. “There aren’t many who would even give the destitute a second thought, if they ever had them in the first place. It’s sweet that you care.”

Before Astarion could draw back, Halsin’s hand palmed the back of the vampire’s head. His fingers curled in the soft white hair. “I want to do more than care about them, Astarion. They need help, otherwise they will drown in a sea of poverty and be forgotten.” 

Astarion gently shushed him, reaching around to interlace his fingers with his. “All in good time, my dear. We can’t save them tonight. All we can do right now is take care of ourselves, rest, so that we are in a better place to help.”

After a moment of silence, Halsin sighed. “You’re right. I only wish that I didn’t feel selfish for indulging tonight.”

Astarion took Halsin’s hand and brought it around so he could kiss his knuckles. “I don’t know of anyone more deserving to be selfish now and again.”

Halsin splayed his fingers, giving the spawn more room to kiss. “I’m not used to putting myself first,” he admitted. He wrapped his free hand around Astarion’s waist. “There’s always been a cause to fight for, a grove to protect, lives to safeguard..”

“Mm, yes, the ever-noble druid,” Astarion chuckled. He stopped peppering kisses along his lover’s hands, guiding it towards the ground. “You’re all heart, Halsin, but that heart needs tending too. And that’s where I come in.” 

He pressed himself into Halsin, pushing him further back. Halsin held his waist a bit tighter to anchor himself. He looked up at the vampire, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Indeed?”

“Indeed,” Astarion repeated, earning a bigger smile from the druid. “Let me pamper you for once, hm? You don’t have to be the hero every waking second.”

“Pampered by you? I suppose there are worse fates.” Halsin let out his first chuckle of the evening. Astarion grinned. 

“You’ve no idea. Now hush, no more fretting.”

Astarion, still holding his lover’s hand, returned to kissing along his neck. This time, when he nibbled over his collarbone, he hummed a low, pleasured hum. Encouraged, he kissed lower, pressing soft kisses into his chest and torso. When his lips skimmed over his stomach, Halsin shivered, an almost imperceptible chuckle escaping him. Almost, because Astarion’s heightened hearing picked it up.

The vampire slightly cocked his head to the side, eyes glinting with curiosity.   “What was that?”

Halsin looked down at him. Astarion heard his heartbeat quicken. “Just a bit sensitive is all.” 

“Sensitive, hm?” Again, Astarion kissed Halsin’s stomach. He could feel his muscles twitch, and another chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. When he looked up again, he was smirking. “Are you sure that’s all?”

“Perhaps a bit ticklish would be a more accurate description..” Halsin admitted. He was interrupted by the sudden skitter of Astarion’s fingers over the same spot. “Astarion…!”

Astarion chuckled, fingers darting to another spot on his tummy when he made a grab for him. “And here I thought I wouldn’t be able to lift your spirits tonight..” 

A silly grin broke out across the druid’s face as he chuckled deep, rich chuckles. The chuckles quickly grew in volume as Astarion’s nimble fingers skittered over his abdomen. His touch was light but quick, managing to stay a few paces ahead of him. When Astarion kneaded into the sides of his belly, his chuckles morphed into sudden, unrestrained laughter. 

“My, my. Who knew my handsome archdruid was so ticklish?” Astarion purred. After a few more squeezes to his belly, he clawed up his sides, poking and pinching over his lowermost ribs. This helped lower the volume of Halsin’s laughter, sending him back into a fit of giggles. Astarion giggled with him. “Honestly, when were you going to share this delicious tidbit?”

Halsin didn’t immediately answer. He gasped and giggled harder as the vampire kneaded the spaces in between his ribs. Finally, he managed to grab his lover’s hands, though he didn’t move to push them away. He grit his teeth, his broad shoulders shaking from his giggling. “It muhuhust hahahve slipped myhyhy mihihihnd!”

“Clearly,” Astarion snorted. “Well, I do hope you don’t have any other plans tonight, because I would love to explore this little discovery further.” He slowed his hands, stroking over Halsin’s ribs in a way that made him shiver and continue to giggle. “May I?”

Halsin, still holding Astarion’s wrists, peeked up at him. He still had worries running laps through his mind, but Astarion’s playful tickling made them feel less overwhelming, even if for a moment. He nodded. The worry in his eyes gave way to playful anticipation.

“You may. Though, I hope you will grant me the same pleasure of hearing you laugh.” 

“Pfft, I am not nearly as sensitive. Though I could be convinced to let you play,” Astarion gently pried his wrists free from Halsin’s hold. He noted that if Halsin had wanted him to stop before, he could’ve easily moved his hands away. But, he didn’t. The thought of Halsin enjoying this warmed his undead heart. “Tonight is about making you laugh though. Now, let’s see what other treasures I can find.”

Astarion resumed tickling his ribs, nails scritching up and down the bones. Halsin’s breath hitched and he fell back into a pit of giggles. Instead of grabbing his wrists again, he held onto his lover’s sides, his large hands finding purchase in his cool skin. The vampire fidgeted and chuckled, tickling up towards his underarms. Halsin tensed and instinctively brought his arms towards his sides. His giggles went up in pitch, and he released Astarion from his grasp. 

“W-Wahahait-”

“Oh? What is it?” Astarion’s grin was wicked as he tiptoed closer to his underarms. The druid began squirming under him, matching his grin with his wobbly one of his own. “Have I found a good spot, love?”

Halsin frantically nodded, his eyes darting to his teasingly wiggling fingers, poised to strike. “Yehes, my underarms are incredibly sensitive-”

While Halsin spoke, Astarion suddenly pushed his hands underneath his arms, spidering lightly into the hollows. Halsin bucked his hips and dissolved into surprised, roaring laughter. 

“Ah, so they are..” Astarion teased. He had to speak over his booming laughter and after a few more scratches, he used his thumbs to dig into the muscles. Halsin’s arms clamped down, and he laughed even harder. 

“YOUHUHU FIEHEHEND!” Halsin shouted without any true malice. He squirmed, torn between not accidentally launching his boyfriend and enduring the ticklish sensations. But, by the Oak Father, it tickled. “Ohoho whehen I geheht my hahands on youhu-”

“Promises, promises.” Astarion snickered. “I already said I may let you have your fun. But for now, I am thoroughly enjoying making you laugh..”

Astarion quickened his fingers, sending the druid spiraling down a deeper pit of laughter. He did try to wriggle his hands free, but they were stuck fast, so he opted to stay on the spot a bit longer. He returned to the gentle, fluttering scritches along the sensitive skin, laughing softly as Halsin lurched upwards. His skin was flushed, head thrown back, and he had mirthful tears in his eyes. Astarion lowered his head, but not to bite. He had another devious intention in mind.

“Mm, you do look delicious like this..” Astarion spoke softly, returning to the slow, but still ticklish, stroking along his armpits. Halsin’s wild laughter calmed to frantic giggling. He moved to respond, only to squeal as Astarion pecked his neck. Usually, that didn’t make him laugh, but Astarion’s lips grazed the spot in a way that sent ticklish shivers up his spine. 

“Nahaha! Dohohn’t youhuhu dahahre-” Halsin turned his head to shield his neck, which only exposed the other side. The vampire feigned offense, nuzzling into the newly exposed side. 

“What? Am I not allowed to kiss you?” He mumbled into his skin, smirking. He nibbled on his neck gently, sneaking in ticklish kisses. “You weren’t complaining a moment ago, heh.”

The druid sputtered and giggled loudly. He kept turning his head side to side, trying and failing to dodge the soft kisses and bites. He grasped Astarion’s sides again, but he still didn’t make any true effort to stop him. The squeezing was enough of a reason for Astarion to resume his tickling. It took a concerted effort to pry his hands free from his armpits. But, once he did, his hands scampered back down his torso. He tickled along his ribs, down his sides, and went back to scribbling across his stomach. His nails circled and scratched around his navel. Halsin jolted and howled with laughter. 

“Nohoht thehere—Astahahariohon!” Halsin’s squirming intensified and he tightened his hold on the vampire while bucking and laughing. Astarion chuckled and lightened his touch, which seemed to make him laugh harder. 

“Aw, my big, strong bear..” He purred, continuing to gently scratch at his belly. “I’m hardly touching you.”

“Thahaht is ahahaha LIEHEHE!” Halsin retorted. He threw his head back and let go of Astarion’s sides to wrestle with his hands. He managed to grab his wrists this time and hinder his tickle attack. The vampire smirked. 

“It is not. I could always kiss you again, if you prefer.” Without giving him a chance to answer, Astarion dipped his head down and kissed down his pecs, stopping at his belly. He kissed and nibbled over his abs, and after a minute or so of Halsin cackling, he gently pushed at Astarion’s forehead. Astarion stopped kissing and nuzzled into his warm skin. 

“Feeling better, love?” He asked after Halsin’s laughter calmed to quieter chuckles. He sat up and cupped the druid’s cheek. “That smile suits you nicely.” 

Halsin breathed and leaned into his hand. He kissed his palm. “I do feel lighter, if not tired. Thank you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Astarion grinned. “I enjoyed this little game of ours.”

“Although,” Halsin tugged Astarion closer so that his body was laying flush on top of his. He smiled. “Perhaps I still have energy for another round...”

[thetickleeraven]

Ticklish Tank

BG3 - Tav x Halsin x Astarion polycule

Summary: Tav is a strong, almost stoic leader and the tank of the party. Halsin, Tav, and Astarion are relaxing in a clearing in the forest when the two discover that Tav is ticklish. Tav is they/them, class and race unspecified but said to be a tank. [THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

its literally been 11 months from my last fic and they may very well be my last tickle fic. idk we'll see how i feel. REMINDER THAT THIS BLOG WILL BE DELETED WITHIN THIS YEAR AND ALL MY FICS WILL BE ON AO3 FOREVER.

>>>BOOKMARK MY AO3 HERE<<<

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The forest clearing is cool and quiet. In it stand three lovers: A druid, Halsin, admiring the beauty of nature at night; Astarion, a vampire basking in the moonlight; and Tav, a strong tank of a leader admiring the images of both their partners.

As Tav eyes the pale elf, Halsin approaches them from behind to wrap them in a hug.

The hug is a welcome surprise, as usual. However, not as usual, Halsin lays his hands on Tav's sides and notices them tense. He moves his hands down a bit and Tav begins squirming, cringes, and eventually jerks out of his hold with a smile giving away the reason.

Halsin is amused by Tav’s reaction. "Are you truly so sensitive that you couldn’t stand it?"

"What can’t they stand?" Astarion turns his attention to the two, curiosity piqued at the mention of their stoic leader presumably having some sort of weakness.

Tav's eyes widens knowing the last person who should know is Star.

"Our partner is just ticklish. That is all."

"Oh. That’s ‘all’ is it?" Astarion is suddenly predatory. Grinning like a wolf who happened on its prey. "I think we've just discovered our entertainment for the night."

"I-I'm not really ticklish." Tav curses inwardly for the stammer. "I'm just a little sensitive there, is all.

"Beloved, you and I both know that smile of yours gives it away. There is no need to be shy. Being ticklish is natural for you."

"No, I was smiling because you were hugging me, nothing more." They hold their hands up to defend theirself. They frustratingly couldn't wipe the smile off their face and a flurry of butterflies in their stomach, knowing what was probably coming.

"Oh, really now? is that why you're smiling still? With those pretty eyes of yours wide as saucers?" Astarion is stalking closer like an owlbear about to pounce.

Tav tries to suppress their smile as they slowly back away, and it almost works, until they see Astarion's fingers curl into claws. The knowledge that those swift thieving fingers would soon be prodding and poking all over Tav's (unfortunately) severely ticklish body was enough to swarm their belly with butterflies, almost tickling them from the inside out.

"I, myself, would love to hear you laugh. Throughout all our travels I don't think we've heard so much as a chuckle of you." Halsin muses.

"Yeah, you can keep dreaming." Tav turns to run, Astarion quick to follow. They dash through the clearing, Tav occasionally jumping over bushes or weaving through tress in order to get Astarion off their tail, though the elf is much too agile to be deterred that easily.. Halsin smiles, watching his lovers chase and play in the vast harmony of nature. It fills his heart, but he can't resist the thought of Tav laughing and beaming in the moonlight. With a wave of his hand, vines grow from the ground, tripping Tav in the middle of their chase, sending them flailing to the ground. Astarion leaps over the vines and skids to a stop, quickly dropping down to the ground and straddling their partner. Halsin quickly approaches the two, knowing the vampire, while capable, has no chance of holding down Tav on their own. He kneels next to the crown of Tav's head and wrestles their arms to the ground, holding them with his bear-like strength.

"This is ridiculous! I'm not even ticklish so this is a waste of time!" Tav protests, hoping somehow, against all odds, they can talk their way out of this.

"No amount of time spent touching your body is ever a waste of time." Halsin says.

"I must agree with our druid, darling. If you're not ticklish, well, you just get to enjoy having your lovers' hands all over you." Astarion raises his hands above Tav, fingers twitching as if they had a mind of their own just begging to make Tav squeal.

Tav feels their heart pumping and face heating up.

Their panic is interrupted by Halsin's low rumbling chuckle. "Red is a wonderful color on you, love."

"Oh, look. Our little pet is blushing, how disgustingly adorable."

"If you're just gonna compliment me, there's much more fun things we could be doing together." Tav tries to sound suave, hoping some flirtation and faux confidence could change their partners' minds to something else that doesn't involve them laughing their ass off.

"I agree. There is something fun we could be doing." Astarion smirks, a familiar flirty smirk that makes Tav think that maybe they've successfully deflected to that something else. Just as they're about to sigh in relief, Astarion's fingers dive towards their exposed ribs and start dancing and skittering across them, Tav's thin night shirt barely doing anything to dull the sensations.

Tav jolts violently and immediately chomps down on the inside of their cheek to keep from smiling or, gods forbid, giggling.

The scowl they planned to keep stays for about 2 seconds before morphing into a bright smile despite their best efforts.

Astarion has a look of unmatched glee at the strong reaction, knowing this is just the very beginning.

"Tav, it is alright to laugh. Don't fight your instincts. Just let it out." Halsin says with the fondest of smiles.

"It's like you don't know them at all. They're so focused on being a strong and great leader. They'd never give up so easily. Especially to something as silly and juvenile as tickling, am I correct?" Astarion says in that infuriatingly teasy tone only he can muster while his fingers continue to torment Tav's upper body.

"You are right, Astarion. They are notoriously stubborn."

"Remember how they said they weren't ticklish? So sure of theirself?"

"I do remember, yes." Halsin chuckles.

"Well..." Astarion coos in a sing-song voice as he puts more pressure in his pokes and prods. Tav's body instantly starts jerking and jolting side-to-side despite Tav trying to keep still and smooth their expression to nonchalance. However much they try, their eyes still crinkle, their smile still beam, their laugh lines still show.

"I suspect they might have been lying." Halsin raises an eyebrow with a radiant smile of his own as he gazes down at one of his loves.

"It's almost as if..." Astarion's fingers skitter up and down Tav's body, searching, hungry, for a good spot. "...they'll start laughing any second now."

Tav can't help it, when his fingers venture a little too high they let out a few very quick high-pitched giggles before chomping down on their lip.

The two ticklers expressions brighten victoriously.

"What's this? Is thiiiiiiis a good spot?" The vampire circles his index fingers around the hollows of Tav's armpits. Tav's eyes practically bug out of their skull and their frame begins shaking with barely contained laughter.

"I'd say so." Halsin says.

"Well then... I'd better not do this then!" Astarion, the evil EVIL bastard, begins scribbling his fingers across each armpit and poor poor Tav can't resist any longer. They explode into loud laughter interspersed with little fits of giggles before descending right back into helpless cackling. They yank on their arms and kick their feet, but nothing can stop those two.

Astarion grins a sadistic... yet somehow fond grin. Halsin's expression meanwhile melts into the sappiest and most endearing lovestruck look an elf could possibly muster.

"OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHAHAHAHADS!" Tav fights hard, bucking, jerking, yanking, everything they can, but their partners didn't seem to care.

"What a lovely laugh you have there darling, though I could do with a lower volume." Astarion teases whilst his digits continue their mirthful torment.

"I have another idea." Halsin says with a smirk of his own.

"Oh, do tell." The rogue lifts his hands, mercifully giving Tav time to breathe.

"Y-You guys..." Tav takes a breath. "...are the worst."

"Careful what you say, darling. You might not like what comes next."

Tav bites their lip and resigns theirself to just catching their breath.

"Now, what was your idea?"

Halsin wordlessly waves his hand and lets the vines hold down Tav's wrists so he's handsfree.

"Oh hells, I can't take both of you." Tav whines.

"Oh, our poor leader, completely helpless. And they admit to not being able to take it? Now this is a side of you I could get used to."

Tav turns their face away, feeling it heat up again, though they're sure it was already red enough from the torture they just endured.

Halsin's form suddenly shifted and changed... he was using wildshape.

And the shape he chose?

The dire raven.

At first Tav didn't know where this was going. A bird? Why would a bird be the form to torture them?

"Oh, you are brilliant at this." Astarion giggles and reaches to the bird's wings who stretched them out for him. He then plucks...

Oh no.

The vampire now holds two long feathers, one in each hand.

Dread pools in Tav's gut along with another storm of butterflies.

Halsin shifts back to his elf form and lightly slides his fingertips across Tav's ribs. Tav can't hope to hold back, they're already broken. Tired helpless giggles spill from their mouth, causing both their tormentors to chuckle at the sight.

"You're a beautiful sight, indeed." Halsin continues gently sliding his fingers across Tav's body, lighting up their nerves like a cantrip.

"I wonder how you'll fare against these two little feathers? Surely the great Tav can take it, can't they?" The bastard slowly lowers the feathers... inching them closer to their underarms.

"No... no no noho nohoho-" Tav is positively giddy with anticipation, eyes glued to those damn things as they came closer... and closer...

"Tickle tickle, little pet." He begins fluttering the feathers agonizingly quick all across those two tickle spots.

Tav doesn't explode into laughter this time, rather bursts into a hysterical fit of unstoppable giggling. They shake, wiggle, and squirm as much as they can with a vampire straddling them and vines tight around their wrists.

"Gohohohods NOhohoho! Ihi- Ihihihi cahahahahan't!"

"Can't what, beautiful?"

Tav elects not to respond, instead succumbing to the giggle fit completely, almost sinking into the ground as they accept their mirthful fate.

It's almost relaxing. Despite the instinctive fighting their body does of its own accord, laughing uncontrollably is... soothing in some sort of way.

That is until Tav feels Halsin taking off their boots.

"NO! Nohoho no no NO! Hahahalsin Ihi swehehear on all Gohods in this realm ihihif you do thihihis Ihi wihihil kihihihick you!"

Astarion full on laughs at that, still not letting up on those godsdamned feathers. "Is this really all it takes? To get you to beg? To fall completely under our mercy?"

"I'll start soft. If you truly cannot take this, I think we'll know." Halsin laughs, knowing Tav has much more fight in them than what's being observed on this night.

All Halsin does is drag one fingertip from the heel to the toes.

"FUHUCK nohohohohahahaha! Hahahalsin!" Tav screeches, kicking as much as they can muster given the circumstances.

Astarion laughs hard, dropping the feathers to hold his stomach in sadistic cackling. "Yohohou're soho dead."

Halsin picks up one of the feathers and twirls it in his fingers. Tav had no idea the peaceful druid could be so cruel to his lover.

"Nohohoho-"

"Do it." Astarion snickers.

They truly were the metaphorical angel and devil on Halsin's shoulders. Torture Tav at their worst spot? Or let them go?

"Let's see if you can hold on a little more, then we'll let you go." Halsin says with a villainous smirk.

"Yes!"

"No!"

Devil it is.

All he does... all this elf does is start fluttering the feather over the arch of Tav's bare foot.

And in turn Tav begins thrashing uncontrollably, cackling and screeching helplessly. Tears of mirth are flying off their red hot face as its whipped from side to side and hiccups and wheezes litter their forceful laughs. The vines nearly snap from the tension. "STOHOHOHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!"

At that, the feather is dropped and Astarion, partially having been bucked off, is sitting on the grass to the side. After a few moments the vines are released and Tav curls into a ball, frantically rubbing the sensations on their soles away.

"Apologies, Tav. I believe... I believe I went too far." Halsin bows his head, regret evident.

"Oh, come off it. Sure it got a little extreme in the end but they were obviously enjoying it up until then." Astarion scoffs, though not without a sly smirk decorating his features.

"I... I was not-" Tav starts to object but is cut off with a quick fit of giggles as Astarion flutters his fingers just under their arm.

"Oh, you absolutely were. Don't even try to deny it."

Tav lays on their back, utterly exhausted. "...Was it that obvious?"

The two ticklers laugh.

"You could've made it clear in the beginning that it would make you uncomfortable. You know as well as we do that we would've listened."

"Plus those vines? With enough effort you could've snapped those before we brought out the feathers." Astarion snarks.

Tav shivers at the mention of those feathers. Gods they could practically still feel them.

Astarion snorts at their reaction.

"I believe we've disproved your lie." Halsin says smugly.

"Do it say it aloud, darling. You know we'd love to hear it."

Tav feels the return of those butterflies.

"Fine. I'm extremely ticklish. Happy?"

"Quite." Astarion pokes Tav's underarm, causing even more giggles. "I do hope you're aware this will become a regular occurrence now."

"I'd have to agree. This was most enjoyable... for everyone involved." Halsin nods.

"No more tonight." Tav yawns. "I'm more tired than when we fought that entire goblin camp in one day." They say groggily, eyes slowly falling.

Halsin chuckles and wildshapes into his bear form, laying on his side so his two lovers could lay on his warm furry body and fall asleep.

"Night night, Tav. Who knows what will await you come morning." Astarion sings.

Tav doesn't even respond, already out for the night.

And so the polycule slumbers for whatever awaits them tomorrow. (Probably more tickling)

[august-anon]

49. "Sorry, can't hear you. Your laughter has deafened me." for BG3? Dealer's choice of pairing, though I'm feeling soft for Gale right now – C 💚

find the list of warmup prompts and which fandoms i am taking here!

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Anything for you, dearheart!! I accidentally wound up making this a sequel to the previous little ficlet i did, so hopefully that's alright! Hope you like it!!

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Revenge

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3

Ship(s): Astarion/Gale

Characters (lee/ler): Ler!Astarion/Lee!Gale

Word Count: 401 words

Summary: If Gale's going to exploit Astarion's sensitivities, then Astarion has no problem returning the favor.

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The spell Gale had cast – Astarion quickly learned it was some variation of a Silence spell, preventing the rest of the camp from hearing his own mortifying noises thanks to Gale’s attack – came quite in handy, now. It had taken a bit of work (and a lot of squirming) for Astarion to gain the upper hand, but now, with Gale shrieking and snorting and cackling underneath his fingers, Astarion can certainly see the appeal that had drawn Gale in the first place. All the more reason to draw out his revenge as long as possible.

“Astarion!” Gale cried out, trying desperately to kick Astarion’s fingers off the deliciously sensitive spot he’d just found on his thighs. “Please!”

Astarion hummed. “What’s that, darling?”

A slight shift and Astarion’s thumbs were massaging into Gale’s inner thighs, searching out more laughter. He was rewarded with the loudest screech yet, Gale finding a sudden burst of strength to sit up and fold in on himself. He clawed desperately at Astarion’s hands, fingers weak and trembling with his laughter.

“Somewhere else! Please!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” Astarion said even as his fingers shifted up to knead at Gale’s hips and stomach to give him a bit of reprieve. “Your laughter has deafened me.”

Gale slumped back down to the bedroll, boneless as he snorted and chuckled. His eyes slipped shut in relief and a mirthful tear escaped to trail down his temple. After a few moments, his hands came up to rest on Astarion’s once more, and this time Astarion did slow his hands to a stop.

“Well,” Gale said, his voice a little hoarse. “I suppose this has been one way to tire ourselves out for bed.” 

Astarion scoffed at the smirk Gale shot him, though lowered himself back down to the bedroll without further complaint. “Don’t make a habit of it. I know your weak spots now.”

Gale snorted, wrapping an arm firmly around Astarion’s middle and pulling him close. He squeezed Astarion’s side just once, not enough to tickle, but enough to promise, and grinned at the glare he got in return. “As if I fear a little laughter inspired from your hands. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Astarion said dryly, though his mind was already racing with the possibilities. If Gale was going to give him such dangerous ammunition, Astarion would be a fool to waste it.

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

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

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

"Oh my gods Astarion."

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

"But-!"

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

"What if I only use it on you?"

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

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

"Gladly, darling."

[eff-plays]

powerful alpha and their cringefail beta boyfriend

[fluffomatic]

TickleTober Day 1, Anticipation.

Karlach wants to see Astarion flustered~ Luckily, it's pretty easy with how ticklish he is 😏

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

Tickletober list by @/tickletober

[adorkablenerd]

A Star's Laughter

AAAAAH I HAVE BEEN SO OBSSESED WITH THIS MAN AND I NEEDED TO WRITE SMTH FOR HIM!! I really hope I did him justice and that y'all enjoy this fic :) This is just some Astarion fluff cus I want him to be happy so bad

This is a tickle fic! Also there shouldn't be any major spoilers here, just some tiny things that hint as stuff that happens in the 1st act, but nothing that out right spoilers stuff!

Ship: Astarion x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Words: 2,373

Some may call it stupid to annoy a vampire, but you had done plenty of other things people would call stupid and survived, so surely this would be fine.  You couldn’t help it when said vampire was so cocky and fun to mess with.  

“Love?”  Astarion turned his gaze from the book he was reading to look at you the best he could with your head resting on his shoulder.  

“Yes, my star?”  You could see a hint of his real smile come out at the pet name, but he quickly hid it, opting instead for an obviously fake glare.  

“Normally I would love your never ending attention, however I would really like to read in peace.”  You both knew he was lying.  He had been reading the same book all morning just to get a rise out of you, claiming to be busy every time you tried to drag him out of your shared bed.  

“I think you’ve spent enough time with that book today, you’ve barely even made any progress with it!”  You moved your head off of him, giving him an offended look.  You weren’t wrong, despite it being in his hand for the past hour, he had only gotten a couple pages further from where he started.  

“Well, perhaps I’d have gotten more read if someone wasn’t so incessant on bothering me.”  He didn’t even move his head to look at you this time, but you could tell he was smiling.  It was a game to see who was more stubborn, and you were determined to win.

“Are you sure you’d like to continue reading rather than paying attention to me?”  You used your sweetest voice and best puppy dog eyes, but he still wouldn’t look.

“I’m sure darling, this part is quite good, I think I'll be reading all day with how captivating the story is.”  Well, if that’s how he wanted it, you didn’t mind being more convincing.  From your spot behind him, you brought both of your hands to his sides, beginning to lightly trace around the area over the white night shirt he was still wearing.  You felt his body jolt at the initial touch, but he held back his laughter.

“If it’s so interesting I would love to know more.  Why don’t you tell me a bit about it?”  You’re touch traveled higher, still just barely grazing his ribs, yet you could see how he struggled to stay still.

“I-I don’t think you’d care for this one, dear.”  One of his hands moved to cover his ever growing smile, while the other kept the book open.  

“I believe that should be for me to decide on my own.  If not a summary, perhaps you could read it aloud for a bit.  Surely that’s not too much to ask for?”  Your hands moved again, this time to his back, nails lightly scratching up and down it.  He jumped slightly, and his body leaned forward, away from the touch for just a moment, but leaned back towards you when he felt the touch leave him.  You had always tried to be careful when it came to touching his back, never wanting to make him uncomfortable, but he never seemed to mind when it came to you.  You could tell he was close to breaking, his body trembling trying to hold everything in.  He couldn’t even respond, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to contain the laughter that was threatening to spill out.  He instead turned the page of the book and tried to block out the sensations that were taking over his mind.

“Still not enough? Fine then, I suppose I’ll have to try something else.”  The feeling was quickly torn away from him as you brought your arms back towards you.  Despite initial relief he felt, it was quickly replaced with another feeling, one he could only describe as disappointment.  It confused him for a moment, did he truly like it?  Was it the gentle touch?  The feeling of wanting to laugh freely that came so rarely?  Or was it because it was you?  He didn’t have much time to contemplate these questions, as he was quickly brought out of his thoughts by your fingers finding their way under his arms.

“SHIHIT! Youhu cheheheater!”  Caught off guard, he dropped the book and broke into loud cackles.  His arms had gone down on instinct, trapping your hands where they were, making it even easier to target the area.  You still kept your touch lighter, but it was enough to keep him giggling as you swirled the tips of your pointer fingers in both hollows.

“Ah, are you done reading now?  How wonderful, I just knew you’d come around.”  You put your head on his shoulder again so you could see his expression better.  From the new angle, you could see his laugh lines and realized how his fangs were always more noticeable when he was laughing.  He had never looked more beautiful.  You smiled at the sight, then lightly blew a small puff of air into his ear.

“EEhehe, I aham nohot dohohone!  Nohow thahat I’ve lohohost my pahage, I mahay have to stahart from thehe beginihihing!”  He was instigating you even further, not wanting you to stop again, not for a bit at least.

“My apologies love, by all means continue reading your book.  It’s still in front of you, all you need to do is pick it up and open it.”  You stilled your fingers for a moment, giving him the chance to reach out for it, while still keeping your hands in the same spot.  He waited a moment, aware it was a trick, then quickly reached out anyways.  As soon as his arms raised to grab it, you softly pinched at his top ribs, making them slam back down again before he could get to the book.

“Thihis ihisn’t faihihir and yohou knohohow ihit!”  He complained through his giggles, body beginning to lean back into you as he lost the energy to keep himself upright.

“My beloved, we both know neither of us play fair.  Now, are you ready to give up on the book?”  You continued playing with his ribs as he went even more limp in your arms.  It didn’t take you very long to catch on to the fact that he didn’t mind this.  He wasn’t trying to get away or stop you in the slightest, and you could see the genuine happiness in his smile that he tried so often to hide.

“N-Neheheveher.”  He shook his head at you from its place on your chest.  You couldn’t but laugh a bit yourself at how cute he could be at times.  Hearing your laughter, a slight blush decorated his cheeks and the tips of his ears.  He moved to face the opposite side as you, trying to hide his embarrassment.  

“Well, that won’t do at all.”  You removed your hands from under his arms with ease and moved to the side, making him fall flat onto the bed.  By the time he had processed that the tickling had stopped again and that you had moved from behind him, you were already on top of him, sitting on his upper thighs.  You grinned down at him, hands curled into claws right above his tummy, ready to strike.  

“Mhm, I think this is the best angle by far~”  No matter which way he turned his head you’d be able to see his bright smile, something the vampire was less than thrilled by.  He seemed torn trying to decide what to do with his hands, stuck between wanting to cover his face or cover his waist, over which your hands hovered, but didn’t yet touch.  He settled on grabbing a pillow from behind him and holding it to his face, trying to hide his reactions from you.

“Still a good angle darling?”  Though the words were slightly muffled, you could make them out just fine.  Even when flustered he still managed to snark back at you.  

“I’m still enjoying the view, though I admit, I’m a bit disappointed I can't see your beautiful face.”  You placed your hands onto his sides and kept them frozen there.

“I-I’m sure, it’s truly a shame, isn’t it?  Perhaps if you had just let me read you could have just admired mEHEE-”  Whatever he was about to say next was cut off by you squeezing up and down his sides.  His arms shook, but held the pillow to his face, though it didn’t do much to quiet his fit of giggles.

“I suppose I’ll just have to admire your gorgeous laughter instead.  That is, unless you’d like to stop hiding from me and admit you love me more than that book.”  Though you were sure he was enjoying himself, you wanted to make sure you weren’t going too far by giving him an easy out.  One he chose not to take.  Hearing your words, he pressed the pillow even more into him, trying to dampen the noises coming from him and to make sure you couldn't see him.

“Nohohot hahapehenihing!”  You could still make out the words he was saying and couldn’t help but laugh again at his stubbornness.  You faked a gasp, though you weren’t sure if he even heard it over himself.  

“My love, you wound me so!  If that’s how you truly feel then so be it.  I’ll just have to prove that I’m far more worthy of your love.”  His laughter rose as you spoke, both at your overdramatics and from your fingers making their way under his shirt to light scratch around his tummy.

“Ihi hohope you knohow Ihihi’m gohoing toho gehehet you fohor thihis.”  It was a bit hard to feel threatened by someone who had their face shoved into a pillow giggling adorably.

“And how are you gonna do that with your hands so preoccupied?  Not to mention you’re much more sensitive than me dear, it might be a bit difficult to get your revenge while you're busy trying to defend yourself.”  You may have been lying a bit, but he didn’t need to know that.  You moved your hands again, this time going down to his hips and tracing around the tops of them.  You almost fell off of the other when his body quickly bucked up at the first touch to the new area, and you could've sworn you heard what sounded like a squeal come from him.  You quickly readjusted yourself and noticed that his arms had slightly come down, his grip on the pillow loosening as well. 

“Oh, what’s this?  Did I find a good spot?”  You picked right back up where you left off and went back to tracing all around his hips with your nails.  This time you had braced yourself in case he reacted so strongly again, but were unprepared for a pillow to hit you directly in the face.

“Oohops, my hand slipped.”  Now that the pillow was no longer shielding his face from your view you could see the pink that filled it, the color traveling up his ears as well.  You could barely pretend to be mad, too amused by the whole situation.  You picked up the pillow that hit you and tossed it off to the side so it wasn’t in the way.  You put your hands around his hips and smirked down at him.

“Oh you are so dead.”  Astarion didn’t even have the chance to respond before he broke into shrieks of laughter, his hands moving to grip your wrists, but not trying to push them away.  The way his laugh sounded when this new area was targeted was the best by far.  Though all his laughs were beautiful, this one was full of squeaks and even a few snorts, and it was heavenly.   It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he surrendered through his hysterics, face now a brighter red.  

“Ohokahay, okahahahay!  Ihi lohohove yohou mohohore thahan thehe bohohohook!”  You took this as your sign to stop, and so you moved your hands away, proudly smiling down at him.  

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right love?”  He tried to glare at you, but the smile stuck on his face took away any malice it could have held.  

“Of course you’d say it wasn’t hard, you weren’t the one being tortured.”  Despite his words and best efforts, you could still see the smile he was trying to hide with a pout.

“Ah yes, a truly horrible experience, I assume.  Though, not once did you actually tell me to stop, you know?”  He refused to meet your eyes, choosing to look anywhere else in the room.

‘Yes, well, the thought must have slipped my mind.”  His hands intertwined with yours, still seeking the warm comfort of them.

“Mhm, I’m sure it did.”  You leaned your head down towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.  

“One thing hasn’t slipped my mind though darling.”  He returned your gaze, giving you a peck on the lips.

“And what would that be?”  His head moved closer to your ear, whispering one quick word into it.  

“Revenge.”  Seizing the opportunity, he quickly flipped your positions, him on top of your waist, pinning your arms above your head.  The amount of energy he still had surprised you, and the quick movements caught you off guard.  

“You didn’t really think you’d be getting away with that, did you?”  He smirked down at you.  Your mind went back to the promise he made about revenge.  You knew that he would most likely stay true to his word, but you didn’t expect that it would be so soon.

“I don’t regret a thing.” You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself a bit as you spoke.  Though the redness that coated his face had mostly dissipated, you could still see a bit of the pink on the tips of his ears.  

“We’ll see about that~”  He moved both of your hands to only one of his easily, not that you tried very hard, or at all, to stop him.  You certainly had his attention now, and it would be a while before either of you thought about that book again.  

[transparentkittenheart]

Ascended Astarion is the type of ex-boyfriend who would show up to your wedding 3 years later, uninvited to brag about how great his life is going.

Then you tell him to leave and hes like "You're a bitch anyway, I dont know why you invited me here in the first place."

Then if you mind read hes like "Please take me back, please, please, please. Oh God please."

[ticklesandawkwardness]

For your consideration: gently tracing along Astarion's tummy, just enough to have him smiley and giggly but still light enough to be relaxing