Give Me A Reason (part 1)
A/N: I remember that someone sent in a headcanon request for reasons why the Legends would tickle you. The Legends featured in this part are Ash and Pathfinder. The Ash one is inspired by an ask sent to me ages ago, about how I think her rat would react if it smelled food on you. These are kinda long, but I had fun writing them. Hope you like it!
Ash-
A cold, calculating, and lethal Pilot has no time for interactions with weak counterparts.
A lesson that she has to remind Leigh of every time she attempts to break through.
She spends her time sharpening her blade and perfecting strategies to destroy her enemies.
That is, until you come running into the room, screaming.
“Ashashash! Help! Get it off me!”
The simulacrum turns around, hand on her sword.
“[GLITCH] “You’re asking her to help you? I told you not to trust her, I---”
“...expected a Legend to have the courage to crush any enemy that stands in their way. Even if the skill is lacking.”
You stood a few feet from her; honestly, Ash terrified you, but you knew the rat inside your shirt wouldn’t listen to anyone else.
“Please, you don’t understand! I just wanted to eat my chips! And, your rat, I, ahh--!”
You did a little hop forward, feeling the rat run up your spine and stop at your neck. It poked its head out of your shirt collar; then, it ducked back inside to keep searching for crumbs.
Now Ash understood. She exhaled, agitated, and strode over to you.
“I did not give you permission to feed it. Let alone that filth that you call nourishment.”
“I didn’t feed it! It f-followed meeEEE--!”
Ash seized your wrists and yanked you closer; at the same time, the rat was now scuttling along your waist and torso.
“Unlikely. Your conduct thus far proves that you made an error and failed to realize it. Now, if you require my assistance…hold. still. ”
You bit back a whimper; the rat was digging into some ticklish spots, and it was difficult for you to follow Ash’s instructions, no matter how badly she frightened you.
You closed your eyes, trying to focus on something else (like your heart beating out of your chest), but it didn’t work.
The second Ash’s cold hand reached under your shirt, you flinched and squealed.
Ash’s gold optics flickered to you; she gathered her rat back up into her hood before she spoke.
“Neither I, nor my rat, have harmed you. You are behaving irrationally.”
She put your shirt back down, cold fingertips coming into contact with your skin.
This time, you choked out a giggle.
It was a tiny one, barely audible, but nothing escaped Ash’s gaze.
She lifted you higher, your feet dangling above the ground. You had no choice but to look at her.
“I want an explanation. Now.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I, you…it’s just that I’m a little ticklish…”
“[GLITCH] What are you doing? I told you not to—”
It took a second for Ash to regain control. Then she repeated it back to you.
“Ticklish…”
You wordlessly nodded. You were convinced that the simulacrum could hear your heart beating.
Although she wasn’t familiar with it, Ash slowly prodded your side again, her fingers deliberately jabbing into your skin.
You screamed, “Aaahash!”
“Hm. You express discomfort, and yet your facial expression is that of gaiety. What am I to make of this?”
Ash mainly talked to herself. You uselessly tugged against her grip, giggling.
“It’s nohohot my fahahault!” You whined. “It’s juhuhust a—”
“Weakness.” You heard both Ash and Leigh at the same time, and you paled.
Leigh sounded like she feared for your safety; Ash spoke with disdain.
“This is a weakness that will hold you back in combat. And, something I could utilize to incapiate by enemies before I crush them. We will both benefit from exploring this further.”
Ignoring your pleas, the simulacrum dragged you further into the room and pinned you against the wall.
“Wahahait! Plehehease Ash, dohohn’t do this!”
Ash ignored you. She used the same light, but deadly touch to prod all over your torso.
She paid close attention to the areas that made you laugh the most.
But most importantly, she looked you dead in the eye the entire time.
She scoffed, “Should you find yourself fortunate enough to be a part of my squad, you will not slow me down with this pathetic weakness. You will learn to silence it…or suffer.”
Ash was merciless; she kept going and going for hours.
It didn’t take her long to figure out how to tickle, where, and how much pressure to use to make you writhe.
You laughed yourself hoarse, and she finally stopped when she detected non optimal breathing patterns.
She released your wrists and dropped you; you crumbled to the ground, breathing heavily.
Once your breathing regulated, she roughly pulled you to your feet.
“Leave. I have other matters to attend to.”
You moved as fast as your legs would take you, which was a snail's pace at best.
Leigh called out to you before you left, trying to warn you, but the simulacrum’s voice prevailed.
“...We will revisit this later.”
Pathfinder
Pathy’s best boyfriend Mirage has taught him a lot of stuff.
He’s gotten really good at telling jokes, at least he thinks so.
Sometimes Mirage still doesn’t laugh.
Mirage taught him something else that gets his friends really laughing: tickling!
He heard Elliott and Ramya arguing over missing leftovers.
By the time Path got there to break it up, Elliott had her pinned down, and Ramya was cracking up.
But Pathfinder didn’t understand why she was laughing.
“Hi Elliott. I’m glad you and Ramya aren’t fighting anymore. But why is she laughing? Did you tell her a new joke?”
Grinning, Mirage said “Oh, you didn’t know? Rami here is really ticklish. Here, watch!”
Ramya yelled something, but Path didn’t understand what it was, so he sat beside Elliott.
“I…don’t know what ‘ticklish’ means, Elliott.”
Elliott chuckled. “Ticklish means that some people, like Ramya here, absolutely lose it when you do this...”
He demonstrated how and where to tickle, and Pathy observed with genuine curiosity.
“And it makes them laugh! Cool, huh?”
Pathfinder nodded; although Rampart was protesting, she was laughing. So that meant she must be happy, right?
“Can I try?”
Since then, Pathfinder is always happy to tickle his fellow Legends, earning him a place as one of the Outlands OG tickle monsters.
But he doesn’t tickle for any nefarious reasons; he just likes it when his friends are happy!
Are you sad? Don’t worry, friend, Pathfinder will get you smiling again.
Maybe you just had a rough day, or maybe you haven’t had a good laugh lately. Regardless, Pathy will come to the rescue!
His favorite kind of tickles are celebratory ones.
So if you did really well in a match, Pathfinder will approach you with outstretched arms.
“Bring it in, friend! Tickle hugs are the best way to celebrate wins!”
He’s totally grappled Legends to him to tickle them.
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