#ticklish!witt

[glizzyrdire]

id also like to try to cut myself diagonally on my shin. o wish there was a indenting myself witt my nails that didnt feel so ticklish.

[angelatmidnight1]

i adored your recent fic! i was wondering if you’d do something similar to that. like rampart getting revenge (since she knows how ticklish he is now).

The Show Must Go On

A/N- The story is a little sad at first, but lightens up towards the end. I really hope you like it! I'll list what I was inspired by at the end.

It’s the second anniversary of the Apex Games and after eight successful seasons, news reporters everywhere are dying for the chance to have an interview with the Legends. A lucky reporter, Lisa Stone, gets the opportunity, but receives more than she bargained for: both Mirage and Rampart agree to appear on a Stories from the Outlands segment and, unbeknownst to them, are scheduled to appear at the same time. The fans are ecstatic: there are countless rumours circulating about the beloved trickster and modder, and the juicy gossip to come from the show is sure to be legendary. The first couple of questions are innocent enough, but everything takes a turn. Lisa asks about Elliot’s mom and resurfaces some unpleasant memories. Even Ramya thinks she’s crossed a line. Somehow, they finish the show, but Elliot is still upset. So, she steps in to get him laughing again.

Hey there! I’d give you three wishes but, let’s be honest, all three just came true. Wink, wink, and wink.

Mirage chuckled and set the golden action figure down on his table backstage. “Heheh, can’t get enough of this. Everyone should have one. Should be a law, actually.” he murmured fondly. He booped the figurine’s nose so that it swayed side to side. Behind him was a crate of boxes of signed replicas of his precious trophy, created as merchandise available for purchase for a meet and greet later on. He turned to face it and grinned. “Lucky for everyone, that’ll happen tonight.” 

He stood up and strutted over to the crate. He was decked out in his Center Stage outfit, which was quite fitting based on where he was. Sure, the trickster stole the show on a regular basis anyway, but today he was on the set for Stories from the Outlands. The show had been on a long hiatus since the unfortunate demise of Forge, so he was thrilled to be the first Legend to debut on its reboot! The excitement hung heavily in the air; the TV crew hustled down the hallways, the production team fiddled with the lighting and sound, and the excited chatter of the audience could be heard even from his dressing room. He picked up a box containing one of the action figures and brought it up to the light, marveling as it glimmered. 

“...A trophy for you! A trophy for you! Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me’s to go around.” Elliot rehearsed his little speech and pretended to hand it off to a fan. Unable to help himself, he reached under the box and pulled the string.

Aren’t I the best lookin’ action figure in the Outlands? Buy me now!

He bounced the little figurine along in the air to mimic walking. Before he could turn around and place the trophy back where it belonged, a certain someone came walking down the hallway. The individual casually slipped her hands into her pockets and, popping some bubble gum, parked herself in the trickster’s doorway. She leaned against the door frame, watching Elliot with an amused smirk. 

“Mate, don’t ya think you’re a bit old to be playing with toys?”

Mirage flinched and, accidentally dropping the action figure, spun around to face who it was. The action figure landed on the floor with a dull thud, and he scrambled to pick it up. When he stood back up, he blinked; it was Rampart. 

“Ramya?” he spat, bewildered. “What’re you doing here?” 

How did she manage to follow him onto the set? Better yet, how did she even know where he’d be? The questions spun around in his head and he shook his head, chuckling. “I mean, I know how lonely you get when I’m not around. But, there’s always a new hobby. Or making me a new mod...which you still haven’t given me, by the way.”

Ramya’s smirk faded and she leered at him. “Keep talkin’ like that and the only mod you’ll get is me welding your boots to your goggles,” she sassed, stepping further into the room. “And since you’re dyin’ to know, I was invited here, same as you. Sounds like we’ll be sharin’ the stage. ” The modder threw him a grin and pulled Sheila off her back, happily revving her up. “Heh, that is if me and Sheila here don’t steal the show.”

Mirage stared at her, waiting for her to laugh or otherwise show that she was pulling his leg...but she didn’t. “But...but this is my slot,” he argued, unable to wrap his head around what she was telling him. He's had to do PR events with other Legends, but he’d told everyone he knew that he was the first and only Legend to be invited here for an interview! So, something wasn’t adding up. 

“...You know what? I think you’re just making this up,” he came to the only conclusion he’d be willing to accept. He approached her, smirking. “Just admit it, Ramps. You missed me so much that you, somehow, followed me here so that you didn’t have to spend a lonely night in your shop! Don’t worry, I get it. I’m really good company.”

Ramya laughed a bit too hard for the trickster’s liking. “Oho, if that ain’t the best joke I’ve heard all day,” she snickered. “I guess you are good for something besides lookin’ pretty. But, no, I’m not making this up. Check it out.” After putting the minigun back in its holster, she handed him her pass. The trickster grabbed it, already convincing himself that it was forged or stolen...but it looked identical to the one he had. It felt like someone took a pin to his ego, and his shoulders slumped. 

“Seriously?” Elliot sighed and face palmed, begrudgingly handing the pass back to her. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. I mean, I know we’re roommates but we don’t have to be conjoined at the hip. This is so...so dumb...”

Ramya smirked. “Well, when you’re the best Legend to step foot in these games, invitations are just thrown at ya. They practically begged us to come along” she beamed, triumphantly crossing her arms against her chest. “But don’t worry, we’ll make some room at the top. We could always use a sidekick!” she teased further, pinching the trickster’s side. Mirage yelped and squirmed out of her reach. 

“No wahahy! ” he countered, having to smooth the creases he made in his jacket. “Only thing you need is a reality check. So here ya go: Sheila does all of the work for you, and I’m still better than you in every way.” he puffed out his chest, feeling proud of himself.  “You’re welcome.”

Ramya narrowed her eyes and, when he raised his arm to adjust the jacket, she dug wiggling nails into his armpit.  Elliot gasped and immediately brought the arm down, but all he did was trap her hand in place. He twisted away from her, the strained giggles pouring out faster than he could stop them. Unfortunately, she followed after him and continued tickling. 

“Hehehey! Knohohohohohck it ohohohohff!” he shouted, his giggles intensifying when she squeezed down to his ribs and sides. The trickster brought both of his arms against his sides and hunched over, but no matter how much he squirmed or pushed at her hands, he couldn’t shake her off. Elliot was sure that the TV set crew could hear him, and the thought made his cheeks flushed. After all, he had a reputation to uphold! “Cohohohme ohohohon! Thihihihs ihihihihs a nehehehehw ohohohutfihihihiht! Youhuhu’ll wrihihihnkle it!” he whined. 

“N’aww, well I’d hate to mess up your cute widdle outfit,” Ramya simpered, giving some firm, tickly squeezes to the spots just above his hip bones. This brought out the laughter she was looking for, in all of its goofy glory. “But I’d say you owe me an apology! It took a lot of elbow grease to make Sheila. Think I should get a cut of the credit.” 

Elliot refused to give her the satisfaction and kept trying to get a hold of her wrists. Sometimes he caught them, but just when he thought he had a good grip, she’d pull away and tickle his torso with a renewed vigor. The laughter and commotion caught the attention of a nearby set worker, who was coming to retrieve the Legends anyway. The woman rapped her knuckles against the door, causing both of their heads to pop up. Ramya continued to jab her fingers into Elliot’s sides, making the poor man bark out protests and giggles.

“Uh, hi. You can both head on the set,” The worker stated, giving the trickster a small smile before walking away. With Ramya distracted, Elliot managed to push her off of him, still plagued by giggles. 

“Ugh, you’re sohoho annoying.” he tittered, rubbing the ticklish sensations out of his sides. “Did you really have to do that here? Now?” 

“What? Don’t want your fans to know how ticklish you are?” Rampart snickered and stood up. She offered a hand to him and he took it, but didn’t immediately let go. 

“Well, if I remember correctly, I know a certain gearhead who’s pretty ticklish too.” Mirage fired back, smirking. He stood up with her help and loomed over her, still holding her hand. “I wonder who that could be?”

Stiffening, Ramya glared at the trickster and unconsciously held her free arm closer to her torso. The duo stared each other down for a few beats before, all of a sudden, Rampart wormed her hand free and jabbed him in the stomach. Elliot yelped and lurched away from her, bumping into a nearby table and knocking the contents off. 

“Heh, can’t say I know ‘em.” she responded, grinning as he begrudgingly returned everything to its proper place. “But I’m here for a show, Witt! So when you’re done, I promise to save you a seat...somewhere...in a chair. Definitely not on the floor or anything.” 

Ramya laughed and strolled out of the room. Mirage was quick to follow after her, greeting the pretty, bashful looking set crew on his way to catch up. Many of them never had the opportunity to brush elbows with the Legends, let alone the hottest one in the Outlands. Other workers were happy to fistbump with Rampart and admire the impressive craftsmanship that was Sheila. Hands free, of course. 

Elliot gently nudged Ramya to get her attention when they finished their respective interactions.  “Look, since we haven’t done anything together like this, make sure you follow my lead. I’ve been doing this for a really long time. I know how to keep these reporters hanging on every word,” he bragged, grinning. He hooked an arm around her shoulders. “They tend to ask a lot of questions, ya know, wanting to know how interesting our lives are outside of the arena. But, remember, you don’t have to answer everything! Sometimes you may wanna only give ‘em a little, keep them wanting more--.”

“So, like every bloody interview ever?” Rampart scoffed, shrugging his arm off her shoulders. “I got this, Witt. Sounds like you’re the only one sweatin’ it.” She stopped right before the turn leading to the stage, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, are you worried that I’ll tell them about what happened that one time? At Paradise, remember?” The modder waggled her eyebrows, beaming at his look of realization. 

“Hey, I told you what happens in Paradise stays in Paradise, okay! You know that…” he shot back in a hushed voice. The trickster felt his stomach drop when she winked and walked ahead of him. “...Why’re you looking at me like that? Hey! Ramya!” He hurried after her, cursing his luck of having to share the limelight with the infamous, quick-witted modder. It was going to be a long night. 

Once both of the Legends stepped on the set, they were quickly ushered to their designated chairs positioned in the center of the room. The lights were bright, almost blinding, but it didn’t bother Mirage. Here, he was in his element. Lisa Stone strolled over to them shortly after they were settled in their seats with a big smile on her face. 

“Hello, Legends! Oh, you don’t know how excited I am to see you both in person! It’s been ages since I’ve done any interviews.” she gushed, extending a hand to give each of them a handshake. Ramya opted for a fist bump instead, but Elliot happily took her hand to shake it.

“Pleasure’s all mine! But call me Elliot,” he smiled and leaned towards the reporter. “All the pretty reporters do.” 

Lisa chuckled and politely squeezed his hand. “Oh no, I know how dangerous you are, Elliot. Have to be careful when you’re around!” she smirked, stepping back and releasing his hand to take her seat. Mirage glanced at Rampart and grinned, as if saying, see? Rampart just rolled her eyes. “You two ready?”

“Sure are, mate! Let’s get this thing started already. Sheila’s itchin’ to get into this bonanza.” Ramya piped, taking the mini gun off her back and leaning it against her chair. Lisa chuckled again and motioned for a worker to hand her her script, and signaled to another to get the cameras rolling.  After a brief delay, the camera man nodded to her; it was showtime.

“...We’re sitting here tonight with Elliot ‘Mirage’ Witt and Ramya ‘Rampart’ Parekh. It’s great to have both of you here. Never in the Stories from the Outlands history have we had two Legends on set!”

Mirage was the first to speak up with a huge smile on his face. “Of course! It’s an honor to be here. Great to see you and connect with all the fans out there.” he answered happily, throwing a wink and some finger guns to the crowd in front of him. The crowd responded with loud cheering, with someone even screaming we love you, Mirage! He smirked, his ego getting the best of him as he summoned a decoy and made it blow a kiss to that adoring fan. The cheers got louder and, in the back of his mind, he hoped he didn’t make that poor individual pass out. He fist bumped the decoy to make it disappear. “Moments like these are what I live for.”

Elliot wasn’t the only one having fun though. Rampart had riled up a crowd of her own and got out of her chair. She waved and pointed at them, grinning. 

“I don’t know, I think they could show a little more enthusiasm than that, right?” she chimed in, earning a collective roar from the crowd. The modder momentarily eyed Mirage with a smirk as she turned to gather up Sheila. She turned to the crowd again and revved it up; security made her unload bullets in the gun, but she didn’t need bullets to show her off. “Or maybe you’re waiting to see this beauty?”

Sheila joining the fray meant that the cheers not only shook the room, but also brought some fans out of their seats to give that awesome minigun a standing ovation. The sudden outburst made the trickster flinch a bit, though it didn’t seem like Ramya or even Lisa noticed. He mentally pouted. 

What? No standing ovation for me? The trickster wondered, shaking the thoughts out of his head once Rampart sat back down. No way was he going to give the gearhead the satisfaction of seeing him pout. Maybe, he thought, the fans were just being extra nice to her. After all, she did join the Apex Games after him, so maybe they were just trying to make her feel just as included. Elliot did steal the show no matter where he was, so anyone standing next to him must have felt a little small. Yeah. He liked that explanation. 

The crowd finally settled down enough for Lisa to continue with the show. “Well, we are so thankful that you were willing to spend some time with us. So! Elliot, I’m going to start with you.” The reporter pivoted so that she was facing him, rustling her script. “You’ve been participating in the Apex Games since its earliest stages, and have yet to miss out on being an Apex Champion! Tell me, are there any tips you’d like to share for the inspiring Legends out there?”

Mirage leaned back in his chair, thinking. “Yeah, I’d tell ‘em to find something that they love to do, something they’re good at. It can be anything. Shooting, running, carving pumpkins--”

He stopped himself before he walked himself down that rabbithole that he wasn’t really looking to revisit. “Well, maybe not carving pumpkins cause, ya know, that may not come to anything. Or, maybe it would! I mean, heh, I wouldn’t know anything about that..'' he corrected himself and waved his hands dismissively. “Basically, you want to start with one of your talents. Grow with it. Hone it. Love it. And, with a stroke of luck, you may find yourself in the arena with a gun in your hand and millions of people cheering your name. And if you run into me, well, I can’t say I’ll go easy on you. Gotta keep people on their toes, newbies included.”

Before Lisa could continue, Rampart hopped into the conversation. She turned to him with that signature, cocky grin. “Why don’t you tell them about that game we were in a while back? Cause if I remember correctly, it was me picking your sorry butt off the ground.” she jibed. The modder met his glare with a wider grin as she put a hand over her chest. “It was my first game ever in the Apex Games. I was a newbie myself. And I’ll tell ya, my back got one hell of a workout that day, carrying this plonker around.”

The crowd whooped and hollered, almost drowning out what Mirage had to say. 

“What? Ramya, you’re totally exact-egg-act---you’re laying it on thick!” Elliot argued. “What you’re talking about was a prime example of me giving you a chance to shine! I taught you everything I knew, and then I let you rack up a bunch of kills to give you a strong start. That’s the kind of person I am.”

Lisa decided that she didn’t want to leave this stone unturned. Her eyebrows rose with interest and she leaned towards them. “Well, what happened exactly? This is all new to us, so I’m sure we’d love to know.” The reporter questioned, her curious gaze shifting between one Legend to the other. If she’d known having two Legends on the show would be this exciting, she would’ve done it much earlier.

“Nothing hap--”

“Well, since you asked! Here’s what went down...” Ramya was happy to tell the story of how she saved Elliot from certain death against the angry killer robot. She didn’t leave a single detail out; how Revenant snuck up on him, his scream that shook the Outlands, and how she turned that psycho into scrap metal. The audience was riled up by the time she finished. 

“By the time I got to him, he was screaming, ‘No, Mr. Murderbot! Please don’t eat me! Anything but that!’” Ramya laughed, leaning over in her chair so that she could playfully nudge Elliot’s arm. “My fearless teacher, cowering in the corner. Heheh..it was priceless.” 

“Like I said, I was distracting him! It was a part of my plan,” Elliot defended over the audience’s yips of surprise and amusement. He was stewing; if it hadn’t been for him, they wouldn’t have won that fight! Sure, it was preferable to participate in the fight, but he still contributed! With all of the eyes on him, there was no way he’d let this gearhead drag him through the mud! He witnessed plenty of times where Rampart screwed up in a match. So, since they were sharing stories, he decided to give a little snippet of his own. “But while we’re on the topic, let’s talk about the many times where I, single handedly, saved you and Sheila from certain doom!”

Lisa was happy to let them talk. The crowd was going wild and, if they kept this up, the show’s ratings would be through the roof. But she noticed something between the Legends as they one-upped each other with their not-so-flattering stories. Some of the Legends were friends with each other, others rivals. But these two seemed a blend of both; cordial one minute, confrontational the next. It reminded her of what it was like growing up with her little sister. 

As much as she wanted the Legends to continue, she did have more questions she wanted to ask them. And, one in particular was practically jumping off her script. She threw up her hands when they started debating how exactly Ramya’s shoe got caught in a gully, which sent her tumbling off the map. “Whoa, whoa! Okay, it sounds like you two have spent a lot of time together. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were related.” she laughed. Both Legends made a similar expression of disgust, but the reporter spoke up before they could go at it again. “Let me ask you something else, Elliot. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m dying to know.”

“Ask me whatever you’d like,” he encouraged, comfortably leaning back in his seat. “I’m an open book.”

 “How is Mrs. Witt doing?”

Mirage’s breath hitched, as if someone just punched him in the gut. Of course, the sound system in the studio picked up everything, but he tried to play it off as if he was clearing his throat. “Sorry, what?”

“Well, you’re one of the few Legends with a living family member who’s contributed a great deal to the scientific community. I’m sure we’re all familiar with her work.” Lisa smiled at the crowd, earning collective nods. “But, we haven’t seen much of her lately. Not at all, actually. And I--well--”

Every muscle in Elliot’s body tightened.  He spoke to his mother just a few days ago, right before the anniversary. But, she didn’t remember him, and most of the conversation was him trying to help her remember that she was his mother. It didn’t go well, but he buried his sadness for another day. Now, this woman was not only reopening the wound, but dumping an entire box of salt on it. 

“Has she been feeling okay? According to my sources, it’s been...the opposite. So, I was wondering if you’d like to offer some clarity--”

“There’s nothing to clear up.” Came Elliot’s abrupt reply. The rational side of his mind was screaming at him to cool it, to just redirect the question towards a different topic. But this was his mother she was talking about, and there wasn’t a person living that he cared more about. “I don’t know what you heard, but it sounds like you’ve got your story all wrong! Totally wrong. My mother is just fine. She’s perfectly healthy! So, whatever you were thinking, just---don’t.” 

He’d unknowingly raised his voice, so it left feedback on the microphones. Rampart stared at him with her mouth agape. She never heard him raise his voice before. Clearly, Lisa struck a nerve. And, for whatever reason, she felt herself get angry too. 

“Oh, of course! Of course.” Lisa scrambled to reply and defensively put a hand up. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just glad to hear she’s okay.” She smiled at the trickster, but he didn’t smile back. She fidgeted in her seat and turned to Ramya, hoping to salvage what was becoming an awkward, quiet studio. The modder met her gaze, fury in her eyes, but she knew how important appearances were to Elliot. So, for him, she hopped to her feet and picked up Sheila. 

“Yeesh. Thought you plonkers would never stop talking,” she jeered, pressing down on the trigger so the gun roared to life. “How about we listen to what Sheila has to say?” 

The audience perked up and chattered in approval. Somewhere, in the back of Mirage’s mind, he thanked her for the distraction.

The rest of the night went about as smooth as expected. Mirage still attended a meet n’ greet, surrounded by his adoring fans, but he just went through the motions. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and his jokes were recycled. Rampart was set up not too far away from him, allowing fans to admire her gun up close. Whenever she was able to glance at him, it took all of her strength to keep from barging into wherever Lisa was and giving her a piece of her mind. It took a couple deep breaths, but Ramya ultimately decided that she’d find the trickster when they were all done. 

The first and only place she decided to go to was the Paradise Lounge. Mirage spent most, if not all of his time there. She walked up to the door and ignored the ‘closed’ sign, opening the door and walking right in. 

Elliot must not have heard the door open because he didn’t turn around. When Ramya walked further in, she noticed the phone tucked under his chin.

“...Well, if it isn’t the most beautiful woman in the world! I get my good looks from somewhere, right mom?” Mirage smiled. He was glad he didn’t have to leave a voicemail this time. There was a pause, and the smile faded almost immediately. “I--yeah. It’s Elliot, your son.” 

Ramya blinked and shuffled her feet. Lisa was right: Mrs. Witt wasn’t well. She felt like she should leave to give the man some privacy. But she stayed where she was.

“It’s the games’ second anniversary today. And, naturally, I’ve been winning as many games as I can. All for you. My biggest fan.” he continued softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. So, ya know, I just wanted to---to check up on you.” 

Rampart smiled a small, sad smile. She didn’t know the trickster had a tender side; it was easy to miss that when they spent most of the day at each other's throats. She wasn’t the emotional type, but it was endearing to see how deeply he cared about his mother. Before she could overhear anything else, though, she rapped her knuckles against the counter, making him turn around.

“Oh! Let me call you back, mom. I--yeah. Yeah! I’ll definitely call you back. Okay. Bye, love you.” Elliot slipped the phone back into his pocket and arched a brow at the modder. “Uh, hey. Didn’t you see the closed sign?” As usual, the trickster swept his feelings under the rug with humor. 

“Eh, I’m a regular here. Tend to let myself in.” Ramya chuckled, climbing into a seat in front of him. “I didn’t see you after the meet n’ greet, wanted to make sure you weren’t lost again.”

“Aw, you did miss me. I knew it.” he teased, a victorious smirk on his lips. He was going to say something else, but she was giving him this look that he couldn’t place. “...What?”

“I...heard everything ya talked about. You didn’t lock the door..” she explained softly. Mirage looked mortified, so she threw both of her hands up. “Sorry! I know I should’ve left. I know. I just didn’t ‘cause…” she trailed off, searching for the right words. “When Lisa brought up your mom, that was the first time I’ve seen ya get upset at something. I mean, really upset. So I just wanted to see how you were doing.” 

“I’m fine.” Mirage insisted. If he just kept telling himself that, he’d hopefully start to believe it.  “It’s just like I was saying before, you never know what reporters will ask! So, I--it’s just…” 

He tried to come up with something else to say. Something witty. Something funny. Anything that he could use to steer the conversation. But he didn’t have anything. He sighed deeply and shifted uncomfortably. The only other person who’d seen him like this was Wraith. 

Ramya was out of her element too. The best way she knew how to comfort someone was with a drink, or maybe a quick brawl to clear their head. Neither one seemed fitting. So, after an awkward moment of silence, she got out of the chair. “Look, mate. I’m not gonna make you talk about it if ya ain’t feelin’ up to it. But you know where to find me if you change your mind.”

The modder turned to leave, but paused when Elliot decided to speak. Normally he’d opt for speaking to Renee, but he didn’t know where she was, and he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts.

“It just..hurts..” Came Elliot’s quiet reply. He walked around the bar and sat down, motioning for her to sit next to him. “...When someone in your family can’t remember you anymore.”

Ramya sat next to him and remained quiet, letting him speak. 

“I mean, you spend your whole life with your mom. You laugh with her,cry with her…make memories. And then, out of the blue, she gets sick and all of that is just...gone. Just like that.” Elliot snapped his fingers to illustrate his point, frowning. “My mom’s all I have. I talk to her everyday, trying to help her remember something small, like my name. But I’m losing her, Ramya. And without her I--I don’t have anyone else.” 

“Hey, what am I then? Chopped Leviathan meat?” Rampart responded without malice, gently pushing his arm. “I know it ain’t the same, but you have me. And Blasey. And Pathfinder. I know he’s your favorite.” The trickster rolled his eyes, making her grin.  “Hell, I’d say you have a lot of people you can count on.” 

“I guess..” Elliot muttered, putting his hands on the counter and casting his head down. “Just wish I could do more for her.”

“You can. It’s the best thing you can do.” Ramya scooted her chair closer to his and nudged him. When he looked up, his eyes were shining with tears. “Keep talking to her. Keep making her laugh. Keep bragging about how great you are. If ya keep her a part of your life, then she’ll never really be gone.” 

Elliot blinked and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Yeah. That makes sense...somehow.” 

She scoffed, “Course it does! I have my philosophical moments,” Ramya grinned and lightly elbowed his side. He jumped and leaned away from the touch, choking back a chuckle. The modder heard the sound and climbed out of the chair, positioning herself behind him. What kind of roommate would she be if didn’t cheer him up? “‘Ey, you aren’t cryin’, are you?”

“No. I just had something in my eyEEE--” Mirage cried out and flinched when she squeezed his sides. He shot out of the chair and reached for her wrists, but she moved them before he could grab them. She didn’t let up, either; her determined hands squeezed over every inch of his sides, paying special attention to the spots right above his hip bones.  The trickster threw his torso around when she got to those spots, laughing loud and hard. “I’M NOHOHT CRHYHYHYING! STOHOHOHP!”

“And leave ya here sulking? Forget it.” Ramya smirked and hopped up to reach his armpits. The trickster screamed and brought his arms down, sinking to the floor to try and evade her. Grinning, she followed him down and pushed him onto his back. “If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to put a smile on your face.”

Mirage struggled to keep her at bay, opting to keep his left arm against his torso, the right one fending her off. “Nohohoho, cohohohme ohohohohn! Dohohohn’t dohohohoho thihihihihs!” he whined, still giggling from the residual ticklish sensations. Rampart tried to pry his arm off of his torso, but he wouldn’t budge. So, she decided to wrestle the flailing right arm down on the floor, settling her knee on top of it. 

“Why not? I’m really good at it. Gimme your arm,” The modder quipped, latching both of her hands onto the remaining arm. She sat down on his waist while she tried to get access to his torso. Elliot shook his head, yelping out a giggly protest and hugging his torso harder. 

“Nohohoho!”

“Oho, that was the wrong answer!” she sneered, raking her nails along his right side, just out of his reach. He yelped and arched his back, falling back into a laughing fit. 

“RAHAHAHAMYA! STAHAHAHAHA!” Elliot demanded, bucking his hips when she pressed her fingertips just above the bones. He thrashed underneath her, trying to throw her off, but she had Sheila on her back. The additional weight helped to keep him pinned, and helped her with her balance. “PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Don’t what?” The modder chuckled, drilling her thumb into the spot. She alternated between jabbing and moving her thumb in quick circles, bringing about yelps and cackles. It was the oldest trick in the book, certainly he wouldn’t fall for--

“TIHIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHEHEHE!”

Ramya stood corrected. Mirage realized what he said and frantically shook his head, even more so once she was able to free up his torso and pin his left arm down. 

“Wahahahahait! Waitwaitwait! Thahahat’s nohohoht whahaht I meheheHEHEHANT!” The trickster yelped again when she attacked both of his sides, jabbing into one, and squeezing the other. He desperately twisted his torso one way and another, trying to get her hands off even for a second, but she kept up with him with ease. “I DIHIHIHDN’T MEHEHEHEAN IHIHIHIHT!”

“You’re the one who said it, not me!” Rampart giggled, snaking her fingers over to his stomach. She gently kneaded random spots on his torso, having to open his jacket to give her better access. Mirage’s laughter dropped down to giggles and he sucked in his stomach, but it didn’t help. He especially giggled when she circled a nail around his navel and poked at the center of his tummy. 

“Yohohohohu trihihihicked mehehehehe!” he yelled. He drummed his feet against the floor and tried to sit up, with a tweak of his hips sending him back on the floor. “Thahahaht’s nahahahahat fahahahahahir!”

“I tricked you? Thought that was your department,” Ramya answered, giving the trickster a teasing smile when he glared at her...or at least tried to. She knew he was ticklish, but she’d barely done anything and he was already a giggly mess. She beamed at him, happy to see him smiling, and that smile turned insidious when an idea popped into her head. “...Can I say the line? The one you say in the games?”

Mirage shook his head and tried to squeeze his arms against his sides when she suddenly reached for his armpits. He sputtered, his giggles turning frantic as he struggled to yell out an answer. “Nohohoho! Dohohohohn’t yohohohu dahahAHAHAHARE!”

Ramya flicked her nails against his right armpit and gently stroked around his left one. The two different sensations were maddening, and he rocked side to side when one became more unbearable than the other. “Fine, I won’t say you got bamboozled...ah, damn.” she cursed and dropped her head, feigning guilt. The face-splitting grin blew her cover though. “Slipped out.” 

“Ahahahaha! I’m gohohohohnna kihihihihll yohohohohohu!” Elliot’s threat made Rampart crack up and rival his own laughter. For a moment, she stopped tickling him, giving him a moment to breathe. 

“Yohuhu should see your face,” Rampart cackled, bringing her hands up to tickle each side of the trickster’s neck. He gasped, dissolving back into giggles as he threw his head around to trap her hands. “Did I steal your line? I’m sowwy~.”

While she was tickling his neck, she freed up a hand to playfully poke and squeeze his cheeks. Elliot squeaked, his head shaking intensifying, which effectively messed up his hair. 

“Q-Quihihihihit ihihihihiht!” he snickered. Knowing that his hair was ruined broke his heart. It didn’t stop him from laughing, though. “Gehehehehehet off ohohohf mehehehehe ahahahalrehehady! I feehehehehel beehehehetter!”

Ramya pretended to think, wiggling her fingers in the air and lowering them towards his armpits. She’d get closer and reach under his arms, but didn’t tickle them.Elliot went rigid and threw his head back, the giggles pouring out of him. 

“Nohohohohoho! Cohohohohohme on! Ramya!”

“What? I’m not even touching you,” she laughed. She continued to tease the poor trickster by pretending she was going to attack his armpits, yet backed off each time. Then, she fluttered her fingers over his ribcage, gently digging into the spaces between the ribs. The ribs were a terrible spot for her, bad enough to make her knock over whatever unfortunate thing happened to be close by. For Elliot, it was very ticklish, but not quite unbearable. 

“Yehehehehes yohohohu ahahahahre! Stahahahahahahahap!” he fired back, bucking his hips when she prodded his lowermost ribs. The modder perked up and gently pinched those ribs, making him squeal. She giggled again and wiggled her fingers back up the ribcage, gauging each rib’s sensitivity. 

“Nope, not till you’re nothing but smiles and grins.” Ramya grinned and tweaked his center and uppermost ribs. Elliot arched his back whenever she brushed against a more sensitive rib, his protests drowned out by his frantic giggling. 

“I ahahahahahahaham! I’m okahahahahay! I prohohohohohmise!” he insisted, feeling the modder trail back to his sides. She stuck her hands underneath his shirt and attacked them with quick scribbles. His giggles spiked to desperate laughter as he writhed against the floor. The sides were such a ticklish spot for him, just shy of being his worst spot. “NOHOHOHOHO!” he cried out, twisting his torso around when she increased her efforts. Then came the squeezing, and Elliot bucked his hips so hard, he almost sent the modder flying.  “AHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY OKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Since Ramya almost went airborne, she reached behind her and gripped his thigh to steady herself. Elliot flinched, screaming, and violently kicked his legs against the floor. Panic colored his face when she looked at him with a huge, evil grin. 

“Well well, lookie at what I’ve found. This a bad spot for you, mate?” The modder wriggled her fingertips along the top of his thigh, stopping just above his knee. He shook his head hard enough to make his goggles crooked, laughing too hard to give her a coherent answer. Ramya chuckled; normally, Witt’s laughter was controlled, as if he practiced on getting it to sound a certain way. But the laughter that was pouring out of him this time was unfiltered, and awfully contagious. “No?” she laughed, holding her hand in the air and wiggling her fingers. “Well, then I guess this won’t bother you, right?”

She squeezed above his kneecap and laughed at the squeal it produced. If he wasn’t squirming before, he was really struggling now. Ramya somehow had to reposition herself so that it’d be easier to tickle his legs, without giving him the opportunity to escape. The gears in her head turned while she continued tickling him, raking her nails up and down the thigh when she got bored of squeezing. 

“NONOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!” he shrieked, throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Ramya cocked her head to the side. 

“Can’t what?”

While Elliot struggled to answer her, she momentarily released his arms so that she could turn towards his legs. It was a quick motion, fast enough to impress Octane, and it was over before Elliot could take advantage of the freedom. Now, re-pinning his hands underneath her knees, she had full access to his worst spot. Ramya wasted no time in kneading her fingertips into each thigh, sending ticklish jolts deep into the muscles. 

Mirage screamed again and kicked at the floor. He was able to buck his legs upwards, shoot them out to the side, even bounce them in place...but none of it deterred her. In fact, it encouraged her to tickle faster. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHT! STAHAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHE!”

“Aw, but you look like you’re having such a good time. I’m not gonna ruin that!” Ramya simpered. She lightly scratched underneath his knees before re-squeezing his thighs. The trickster arched his back and cackled, bringing his legs up to follow suit. Doing so made it possible for her to swipe her nails down the back of his thighs. His legs went crashing down to the floor, and Rampart had to narrowly dodge him to keep from getting kicked. 

“BAHAHAHAHAHT I’M NAHAHAHAHAHT!”

Mirage lied. Although he couldn’t stand being tickled, laughing like this was making him feel better. It lifted the stress off his shoulders and made him forget his problems, even if just for a moment. Granted, he preferred making others laugh, but sometimes change was good. Maybe. He didn’t have time to think about it because he was convinced that he was going to laugh himself to death.

Rampart noticed that he laughed harder the longer she tickled around the knees. She raised a brow, switching the tickles up from quick scratching to deliberate poking.

“Heh, I’d believe you if you weren’t bustin’ a gut.” she retorted. She poked up a little bit higher, just above the knee, and felt him jolt. Bingo.

Mirage looked up, unable to see her face, but still trying to appeal to her anyway. 

“Rahahahamya…” he panted, unable to get the grin off his face. He was still in stitches, the ticklish sensations still wracking his legs, and it didn’t get any better when she rested a hand on the spot. “Dohohon’t dohoho ihihit…”

She looked over her shoulder at him. The trickster was breathing heavily and his hair was disheveled, but he was smiling. A genuine smile. Since she technically did her job, she should’ve just let him up, right?

Well, Ramya wasn’t satisfied with just doing a good job, and she didn’t need a reason to tickle him silly. It was too much fun! So without warning, she put a hand on each thigh and started scratching above his knees. Elliot screeched loudly, louder than he did when Revenant had startled him that one time, and he shook with deep, hysterical belly laughs. 

“AHHH! NOOO--WHYHYHYHYHY?!” 

He wasn’t able to get a clear word out as she tickled there and occasionally underneath his knees. He threw his body around violently, not wanting to accidentally kick her, but not really in control of his flailing legs either. Ramya grinned and alternated the tickles, wanting to see if one leg was more ticklish than the other. It didn’t seem like there was much of a difference in sensitivity; so, she had to listen carefully for the slight rise in the pitch of his laughter when attacking the right leg.

“Aww, that tickle?” she sang, joining him in laughing when he nodded frantically. He bucked his legs repeatedly, desperate to get her hands off, but she had an iron grip. He came dangerously close to kicking her again when she used both hands to squeeze above his right knee. Ramya yipped in surprise and halted the tickling, now laughing almost as hard as he was. “Ehehy, if you kick me, you’re in for a world of hurt.” she threatened, smiling. She went right back to squeezing above his right knee; as much as she loved Witt’s laughter, she knew in the back of her mind that she’d have to stop soon. Including breaks, she’d been tickling him for almost two hours. 

“THEHEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Mirage shouted. He almost threw her off again when she switched from squeezing to gentle scritches above the knee and along random spots on his thigh. “PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHA TIHIHCKLING MYHY LEHEHEHEGS!”

“Hmm...welll…” Ramya thoughtfully tapped on his leg, giving him a brief moment to collect himself, only to go back to scribbling above the right knee. “Nope! Don’t think I’m done with ya.” 

Mirage wailed and laughed hysterically, his knee finally making contact with her arm when she subjected his left leg to the same treatment. Thankfully, he didn’t kick her hard; he only surprised her. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, but she was a woman of her word. 

“Alright, that’s it!” she growled, turning around in one swift movement to re-straddle his waist. He yelped and managed to free his left hand when she moved, pushing at her shoulder. 

“NO! It was an accident! I’m SOHOHOHOHRRY!” 

The modder reached back under his shirt and scribbled her nails against his sides. Since he was still hypersensitive from her previous attack, it didn’t take much for him to fall back into a laughing fit. She wanted to tickle both of his sides, but him having a hand free was making it difficult to do so. So, she had to settle for holding his free hand away from him, and working her nails up and down his right side. 

“NOHOHAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHRRY! RAHAHAYMA PLEHEHEASE--” The trickster finally dipped into silent laughter when Ramya alternated between scritching and squeezing his side. Rampart took that as her cue to stop and she climbed off of him. He rolled onto his side and brought his knees up towards his chest, the phantom tickles radiating all over his body. Elliot panted heavily and rubbed his legs, then his torso to chase the sensations away. 

Once he calmed himself enough to speak, he turned back over and glanced up at the smirking modder. “Yohohohu’re suhuhuhch a jeheherk..” he snickered. He was too tired to pull himself up into a seated position, so Ramya had to help prop him up. Elliot leaned back against the wall and shook the hair out of his eyes, sending the curls from one side of his head to the other. Rampart giggled. 

“Never said I wasn’t!  I take it you’re feelin’ better, though?” 

Mirage nodded and smiled a smile that reached his eyes. Sure, he was exhausted, but he was in much better spirits. “Yep. I’m feeling top-tip! Ti..tip-top! Yeah. That’s how you say it, right?” he chuckled. Ramya playfully hit his shoulder and sat beside him. 

“Don’t push it,” she laughed. The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a little under ten minutes until Mirage, who had been looking at the ceiling, sighed. 

“Thanks, Ramya.” he started, meeting her gaze with another soft smile. “For...ya know, being there. Not just here, but on stage too.”

Rampart smiled brightly and gave him a thumbs-up. “Hey, that’s what I’m here for! Crackin’ knuckles, crackin’ jokes...crackin’ open a few beers?” She waggled her eyebrows expectantly, earning a chuckle. 

“In the fridge behind the counter, on the right.” Mirage responded. He grinned at her as she jumped to her feet and hurried behind the bar. He stood up and climbed into a seat, giving Ramya’s advice some more thought. Calling and texting his mother was fine and all, but now that he thought about it...maybe it was time to bring her to the Paradise Lounge. After all, she had yet to meet Rampart.

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I was inspired by a couple of things for this story: Forge’s interview , Mirage’s phone call to his mom , and some voicelines from Mirage’s heirloom and his interactions with Rampart. I think I listed everything but I’ll come back and edit if I missed something. I really hope you liked this and I apologize that I didn’t get it out when I said I would. :/ Next time I’ll try to get my stories out sooner. Please let me know what you think of this one- good or otherwise!

[featherlight-touches]

No lies.

Hello! It’s me again :D I’m back with another one-shot. Still trying to get back into writing so please be patient with me if there are mistakes. 

This story takes place after my last one-shot, All yours, Dah’lin, Enjoy! 

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“I’m telling ya, hermana,” Octane told Lifeline. “I have never gone out like that before!”  

Ajay finished a sip of her beverage; she had been listening to Octane’s frantic ramblings of his latest defeat within the games for the past ten minutes.

“I heard ya’ the first 20 times, O. I honestly don’t know what to tell ya’!”

“Don’t you think it’s weird? I’m all for creativity when taking out the competition, but Nat tickling me like that was… was humiliating!” Octane complained, using both of his hands to grab onto his head.

“So ya’ got beat by a little harmless fun, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Ajay shrugged, not really understanding why Octavio was so upset about this.  

“But you don’t understand, I – “

“Hey, speedy!” a familiar male voice called out from across the room, causing Octane to sink a little.

“Oh great…” he sighed under his breath; he knew what was coming. Mirage, a trickster filled with smugness at his latest victory at the games. “What’s up amigo?”

“Oh, nothing. Just having a drink to celebrate the latest W.” he chuckled, inviting himself to have a seat with Octane and Lifeline. “I tell ya, it’s not easy out there. But then, I suppose I don’t have to go up against someone like me.”

“I wonder how ya’ head manages to fit through the doors sometimes, Witt.” Ajay chuckled, which even amused Octane. Mirage just brushed it off. His ego was at a high right now and he wasn’t going to let anyone bring him down.

“You know,” Elliott brought his attention to Octavio, who had a suspicion he knew what was about to be said. “I heard you got taken out by Wattson, in a very… funny way.”

“Real funny…” he replied, crossing his arms across his chest almost sulking. “Like you wouldn’t done the same thing!”

“Me? Come on!” Mirage laughed, bringing his drink up for a swig.

“So ya’ not ticklish then?” Ajay questioned. Mirage paused at the question; eyes slightly panicked but he quickly regained his composure.

“… Of course not.”

“You hesitated,” Octane pointed out, the suspicion clear in his tone.

“Well, I guess there is only one way to find out if ya’ lying, isn’t there?” Ajay stood up, along with Octane who both held devilish glints in their eyes. Mirage also quickly rose from his seat.

“W-Wait wait now guys, come on, is this really necessary? I mean, what are we? Kids?” Mirage’s tone was now a lot more nervous than before, instinctively backing up away from the approaching pair.

“I see no harm in testing it out, right O?” Ajay turned to the speedster.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re not ticklish remember? So why are you so scared, amigo?” their questions had managed to back Mirage into the corner, quite literally. He had no where to run.

“R-Right. I’m not.” Mirage stubbornly said once more. “This is so dumb. Let’s just get the pokes over with.”

Elliott had to admit, he wasn’t sure how ticklish he was; however, he knew last time he was tickled he was a laughing mess. But that was years ago, surely, he would have gotten over that by now, right? A few pokes wouldn’t break him.

Ajay and Octavio immediately went to work, each using their index fingers to poke and prod each side. “OK, this isn’t so bad, you can keep it together. You got this!” Mirage thought, his smug smirk returning as he felt he managed to prove his point. “See! Told ya.”

“Oh, you think we’re done?” Ajay grinned. Mirage raised his brows, unsure how long she was planning to poke him for, until suddenly, he felt both Octane’s and Lifeline’s fingers dig into his side with both hands.

“What the- pfft hey!” Mirage immediately broke out into chuckles and his arms shot down to protect his sides. “I thought you said you were just gonna poke!”

“You decided that, amigo. We want to prove you’re lying!” Octane laughed, switching his hands from Elliott’s now protected sides to his stomach, which proved immediately effective as the trickster gave off a very high squeal. “Hoho! Jackpot!” he cheered, focusing primarily on that spot.

With Mirage trying to protect his tummy, Lifeline went for his sides and ribs. He could barely keep up with trying to defend himself. “Ahahaha, guys stahahahap it!”

“That sounds pretty ticklish to me!” Ajay said, using her long nails to dance up his sides which drove out some pretty wild giggles from Mirage, however they were mixed with high squeals and laughter as Octane dug into his tummy.

Mirage snorted. “Alright hahaha! Alright! You win!” However, the tickling didn’t stop, they just kept tickling which puzzled the trickster through his hysterical laughter. “Why aren’t you- AHAHA, - stopping!?”

“Ya’ lied to us, Witt. We’re making sure you don’t pull that shit again,” Lifeline smirked.

“Cohohohome on!” Mirage was trapped, he could only try and feebly defend off their tickling hands while laughing himself silly. Some things really don’t change.

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

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Chapter 10 Summary:

Elliott's not ticklish, which frustrates poor Bloodhound, who is possibly the most ticklish human in the Frontier. But here's the thing:

Elliot lies.

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Absolutely rad to see how many people seemed to like this last time. Thanks to all the people who have given lie suggestions, my askbox is always open if you have more. No guarantee I will use one but I will credit you in the note at the bottom. In this case, the lie “I’m Not Ticklish” came from an anon on Tumblr. Bless you Anon. 

[mirage-is-trans]

((loved the octane headcanons !! how about some bhxmirage love now?? meybe with cuddling hcs as well))

YES ty okay this will start w just some headcanons and slide into cuddles

Mirage is very for PDA. Bloodhound almost never visibly reacts to any of his flirtations or touches, but on occasion when they do brush his arm or murmur hushed words in public he’ll stall and stumble like a deer in the headlights. In private they are much more openly affectionate. And teasing.

Bloodhound and Mrs. Witt get along very well. Too well. It scares Elliott. as the same person who’s probably seen you naked with being best friends with your mom WOULD be 

Elliott can make drinks but fucking SUCKS at cooking. Bloodhound however is very good! Elliott is very picky, but he eats voraciously, and had absolutely cried his eyes out when Hound make him porkchops once.

Elliott and Bloodhound are around the same height, meaning their very fluffy hood is head level, and that boy sure does stick his face in it during hugs. 

Speaking of their coat, Elliott takes it. Frequently. 

Bloodhound is always very cold, like their blood isn’t circulating as it should. Elliott, however, is a human radiator, creating a symbiotic relationship between heatsource and heat-leech 

Elliott laughs when being kissed on the neck. He’s very ticklish (and also happy laugh kisses are the best)

Elliott giggles when getting kissed on the nose!! 

Bloodhound MELTS to gentle back touches. 

Hound likes to press their head against his, press their cheek against his, just generally very...animal-like affection. Sometimes when Mirage is working on his holo-tech Bloodhound will come in, sit besides him, and lay their head on his lap and sleep. Usual result is Elliott petting their head/absently playing with their hair while he works.

Bloodhound is the big spoon most of the time

Bloodhound wraps their limbs around Elliott in like...a human cage when they’re sleeping. And though they’re a very light sleeper (unlike Elliott) they’ll sometimes pretend to be asleep when he wakes up and struggles out of their grip because they like to tease him.

gonna stop em here bc this post will get WAY too long if i keep going but. cuddles!! sappy!! love them

[writingandhunting]

Tentacles and Legends

A long term story of all the Apex Legends and my newest character Karen. A tentacle monster that's sentient and likes to love all others that she can. THIS STORY IS NSFW.

Part 1

He knew it was there, he had been told by his two teammates multiple times not to shoot it or even get within range. But to Elliott Witt the massive invasive plant species looked so interesting to him, it was beautiful shades of green yellow and blue. It was sentient apparently too from what Bloodhound had said and could understand some forms of language, he was alone at the moment just staring at it from a safe distance while his teammates rested up from a fight. It's snake like head was trained on him, it had no eyes but it could smell him a mile away. Most certainly because of the cologne he wore occasionally, but it was unnerving to see it stare at him. He swallows nervously as his gut turns seeing the many vine like tentacles it had coil around the rocks and other trees around it, he lets out a breath as he starts to inch closer. His footsteps as quiet as he could get them, Caustic and Bloodhound had both said it's range was about 15 feet or so. He was still safe at the moment but as one particularly large and long tentacle comes slithering out of it's rooted base he freezes, that one looked more than 15 feet long 18 at least....

He steels himself once again before starting to leisurely close the distance of the 20 feet he stood at to 15 or so, the head of this giant creature whips to him and it snorts pollen of sorts before tentacles of all sizes and length reach out to him. He tenses at first bracing himself and expecting them to lash out to grab him, but nothing of the sort happens. Rather that singular long and thick one curls around his right thigh, it's flower bud like tip rolling over his crotch and to his belly. He groans quietly and moves into the touch, his hands grabbing at it for support as it starts to pull him closer.

“W-woah there. E-easy buddy “

He says nervously at first as it's other tentacles slide along his legs and hips, but so far it wasn't hurting him so he took it as a sign to get closer. If anything this creature was just curious about him and wanted to learn.

He jumps as he's pulled right up to its base, the head sinking down to sniff at him. It purrs softly as it's nose buries itself in his hair, he watches as it carefully feels him up. The tentacles loose and simply holding him, he notes that it looked relaxed for the most part.

“You're not so bad huh? Just wanted someone to cuddle don't you? “

He asks with a chuckle as one tentacle slides to his ass, he gives a soft hum as it feels over him before sliding to his lower back. The head gives a soft chattering noise before the mouth opens and a long forked tongue licks over his forehead, he tenses at first seeing the dozens of sharp teeth but shudders as one tentacle gropes at him gently. He looks down to watch and wonders why he had been warned of this plant, it doesn't take long for him to start removing his gear. With the help of many appendages he was soon only in his yellow and black flight suit, he laughs as the head nuzzles at his neck before nibbling his ear. He reaches up and pushes at its snout, laughing at the ticklish feeling of it's tongue brushing over his neck and ear.

“Ey! Quit that it tickles “

He nearly squeaks, but suddenly it snorts at him. A small pume of pollen coats his face, as he wipes it away his fingertips tingle along with his head and neck. He shudders as the feeling moves down his chest and stomach before hitting his dick, groaning happily he rubs into the tentacles holding his ass. When had the other joined in? His head goes blank for a minute but he does lean heavily against this creature for a moment, he whines as his belt is undone and his pants are pulled over his ass to rest at his knees. He had wished he'd done this sooner, because as that long thick tentacle from before starts to slide against this exposed hole he can only shiver and give a happy noise pushing back with no shame

“C come on then, you won't hurt me “

He begs almost, quiet and whiny now as that bulb like tip secretes a self made lube before finally pushing into his tight pucker. He moans out as it pushes harder, it was girthy and had buds all down the sides making it harder to really concentrate on just one feeling.

His hazel eyes widen as it finally pops in all the way, moaning out like a whore as it wiggles around. As he sinks to his knees he can't help but push back against its thickness, one of the other tentacles slides to his cock before wrapping around it and beginning to stroke in slow ups and downs. He gasps as the one inside him starts to move at a slow pace, but because it was so big it pushed right up against that wonderful bundle of nerves he had. By the time the two have found a rhythm his hands are scrambling to grab at anything he could to ground himself. Fortunately the head of this creature is there against his back and he can hold around its neck, gasping and hips jerking about with each stroke. He wanted so much more but his mouth was devoid of words as that tentacle inside him starts to really 'Fuck’ him. Twisting and pulling out to the bulb before slamming back in. Leaving him gasping and moaning against his arms, it made his eyes tear up at just how wonderful it felt inside. Hot heavy and spreading him open, he starts to drool though as it curls up inside him before pushing hard against his prostate. The bundle of nerves being squished into himself causes a jagged cry to escape his throat before he cums, spurting hot thick loads against one of it's many large leafs.

“O oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuuuuck!!! “

He wails as it continues to slam into him two tentacles holding his cheeks apart so it had a smoother path, he can practically feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as it starts to wiggle around wildly. His legs shake as almost too suddenly he's held down by the creatures head, it's huffing and puffing tiredly. Mirage almost feels proud of himself being capable of tiring it out, but soon he realizes why and his mouth gapes at what he feels. Something large, hard and round slides from the tentacle and right into him. But it didn't stop at one, no not even two or three. Six of these hard orbs push up into him till he can feel them in his stomach, heavy and filled with liquid almost. He can't do anything but gasp and cry some because of the overstimulation of one being slotted right up against his prostate, pushing hard and with each convulsion it wiggles almost. He doesn't realize that they're eggs until the creature coils around him protectively and licks at his forehead, it was coated with sweat and his hair had stuck to his face. He whines quietly as he feels those eggs move for a bit, and he can't help but rub his stomach a bit. It wasn't really round, just looked like he was a bit bloated is all. Hardly noticeable in fact.

[lizzyfish225]

Transformers tickle fic.

This is the first tickle fic i have written in a long time, but this has been floating around in y head for a while and i had to wright it down. i know i have one friend who is on tumblr that i know. so if she sees this and puts two and two together that i like tickling. REALY like it. then so be it, i wouldnt need to tell you in person. if you read this, you know who you are, please dont spread this around. there iis a bit of a lead up until the actual tickiling part, so bear with me.

right into it.

Optimus Prime and Megatron had just gotten out of a hostage situation along with their higher ups (TFP season one team prime, soundwave, starscream, and knockout.) the two of them had been foeced to fight together to escape from their past as it was told to everyone bearing wittness. the rivals had been brothers since they were younglings, megatron being ten and optimus being nine. they grew up in orphanages on cybertron. it wasnt until they reached headmisstress Dockra`s home that they stopped moving around. this is the place they met. this woman would beat, rape, and scream at all of the younglings under her care. it wasnt until megatron was able to convince the athoraties of what happened when he turned 18 that they were freed and their headmisstress locked away. they had a big brother-little brother relationship from then on unti the war. and while in captivity, being forced to go through their past, they became brothers once again. they eventualy escaped with everyonr and the autobots were staying on the nemisi to recover. the humans had been informed. the war was still tecnicaly happening, but it was in a sort of dip. megatron as -however- heavily concidering ending it. he had only just gotten his little brother back, and he did not intend to loose him again. but should he realy END the war?

Megatron considered this as he uncontiously walked through the corridor where the autobots resided temporarily. there were ligts above each door to indicate if the lights were still on in each soundproofed room. the one above optimus` door was green. he was still awake. curious, megatron pressed the button for the intercom on the prime`s door.

`Optimus? are you still awake?` megatron asked curiously through theintercom.

`Yes. what do you need?` optimus replied through the com after a moment.

`Nothing, just checking. the light above your door was green. may i come in, Brother?` megatron asked, not catching himself useing the term they had accidentily readopted for eachother. the door slid open after a moment before optimus spoke

`Ofcorce, Brother.` he didnt catch it either. The prime stepped aside to alow the jus slightly taller mech to step inside before closing the door to the private quarters.

`Why are you still up?` megatron asked in his usesual tone. though it lacked the normal malace it useualy held.

`i could ask you the same thing, megatron.` optimus replied. he had avoided that one.

`it`s my ship. im simply out to think. but you never answered my question.` megatron smirked. he still knew all of his tricks from when optimus was orion.

`couldnt sleep. not sure why. no issue though. i was just about to do some reading before you stoped by.` optimus replied before he spun around to face the bookshelf filled withdatapads. egatron snorted.`oh please, you know exactlywhy you cant sleep. dont lie to me Pri-` megatron pushed, reaching to poke optimus in the sholder, only to hit the back of his side istead as he moved forward. megatron was cut off by a short and uncharictaristic squeak from the prime as he spun around holing his side. his optics were wide as he looked at megatron, but they fell to a look of confusion as he realized what he just did. he furrowed his eyebrows together and looked at his siide. juring this, megatron stared with a look of suprize and confusion. in his curiosity, megatron reached forward and poked the prime in the abdomen again, earning a similar noise as before, and the same instand reaction to pull away. it took a moment for it to click, but it did. the both of them assumed this s something that would have been lost when orion because optimus. they were wrong. megatron couldnt helpit and grinned teasingly at the prime for the first time since before the war.

`oh optimus~ dont tell me you never out grew little orion`s weakness...` megatron smirked. the look in his optics was predatory. but not as you would expect from the warlord. it was brotherly. optimus hadnt seen that look in milenia, so he assumed he imagined it and tried to cover up what they both knew.

`i-i have know idea what you mean...` optimus STUTTERED. that was quite amusing for megatron.

`mmhmm... so you dont know what THIS is?` megatron smirked, jabbing the prime in the side to tease him.

`hey!` optimus yelped, turning away to avoid the contact. megatron let out a short laugh and the reaction.`huh. i wonder what that could have been.` megatron gave a few more jabbs with similar reactions. `hold still, prime. i need to make sure you arent hurt or something!` megatron stated as though he was oblivious as to what he was doing. he didnt know why he was doing this, but he was enjoying teasing his long time enemy like his little brother again.

`Megatron! Stop! i am just fine!` the prime spoke quickly between two jabs.

`then why do you keep moving?` megatro teased, speeding up his one finger pokes. this got a couple unavoidable chuckles out of the prime.

`Enohough! Stop pokeing mehe!` the younger chuckled, trying to doge the others fingers and ended up gettng backed into a wall. welp. he was screwed.

`was that a laugh?` megatron smirked.

`noho!`

`oh isee~ i know whats happening. youre still ticklish, arent you prime?` megatron teased, enjoying how the prime`s face heated up.

`I am nohot!`

`nono. the laughing, the squirming, the twitching... defineately ticklish.` megatron stated matter fo factly as he continued poking the prime until he saw the prime flinch particularly hard as he poked one place in particular -right under where the prime`s ribs would be if he were human. megatron desided to linger there. sudden, qick pokes brought a yelp and a short barck of laughter from the prime before he was finaly able to grab megatron`s wrist and push his servo away to arms length with one hand. this would have ended right then had megatron not decided to throw all dignnity out the window and act like a sparkling one more time, diving for prime`s exposed ribs and attacking. tis caused the prime to dyep and shoot his arm down, releaseing megatron`s wrist and attempting to wswatt away the offending appendage. optimus mannaged to get past megatron, only to be pulled to the warmonger`s laughing chest and tickled on his sides with megatron wrapping his arms around the prime. optimus SQUEALED.

`NO! hey! what are you doiIIING! MEGATRON! NOHOHOHO! Stohohop thahahat!` optimus laughed as he gave in, no longer able to hold back his laughter as he tried to get away in his laughter weakened state.

`There we go! what did i tell you, prime? ticklish. now, what was it that always had you on the groud again?` megatron laughed. his smile was wide and genuine. though optimus was smiling wider.

`Megatrohohon! stohohohop! ihi am nohohot a younglihihing anymohohohohohore! gehehehehet ohohohoff!` optimus laughed, trying to swat and push away the elder`s hands.

`right. it was your hips!` megatron smirked egnoreigng the other`s words.

`wait no! megatron doNT! NO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHANMIHIHIHIHIT! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!` Optmus cackled as megatron shifted and started squeazeing the prime`s hips quicky. the prime`s knees grew week and he started sinking down th the floor until he was leaning up againsed his brother`s chest nd trying to squirm away. megatron began to laugh along with optimus. he was so glad these rooms were sound proof.

optimus eventualy managed to roll away, only to get a few short breaths before megatron was leaning over him with his servoes under his arm joints. optimus` shriek was absolutely worth it.

`NO! GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! MEGATROHOHON! GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!` optimus screached as he tried desperately to escape megatrons scrating andscribbleing fingers. he was layng on his back withhis legs kicking, his arms pined to his sides, and his head thrown back as he laughed and tried to squirm away from the hands that had started digging. the laughing and squirming earned him ashort escpe oonce again, rolling over and scrabbleing away, only to be dragged back and to have hands start scrableing allover his ribs, sides, and back from behind. this turned him into a squealing, shreaking and squirming mess on the floor of his temporary chambers abord the nemisis. megatron eventualy mannaged to pull a cackleingprime into his lap with his back to his chest, attacking his sides and abackwardsone wy evil hug to restrain him. once again laughing histaricaly, optimus fought the hands with all his shakeing hands could give. when he saw an opening, megatron went in for the kill. one hand digging in the pries underarm, and the other squeasing his hip, megatron made the prrime squeal, shriek, and squeak all at the same time. the prime was squirming and clawing away with increased vigor. when they were children, megatron would oftin do this to little orion, alway manageing to have him on the floor for the next half of an earth hour. this combination proved to be just as effective now, as optimus stoped paying much atttention to what he was saying. `MEGSY NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! CHEHEHEHEATEHEHEHER! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!` that made megatron pause. MEGSY?

`did... did you just...` megatron whispered. optimus was confused.

`w-what?` he panted.

`did you just call me `Megsy`?` megatron asked with a soft smile the prime couldnt see.

`i... uh... think i did... oops...` optimus admitted sheepishly. megatron froze still for a moment, deciding what to do. optimus hadnt called him that sincethey were children. and megatron had forbidden him from calling him that infront of anyone once he was a gladiator. the waronger couldnt help the soft smile that spread on his face. he realy did have his brother back.

`n-now now. dont be sheepish about it!` megatron teased, stuttering as he got over the shock.

`ahem. can get up now...` optimus asked, shifting uncomfortably. megatron smirked.

`not until you whipe that sheepish look off your fce andtell e why you couldnt sleep.` megatron chuckled, pokeing the prime in the sides a few more times. already sensitive from the privious time, otimus jumped and started emitting deep giggles instantly, squirming away as best he could while trapped in the older`s grasp.

`NO! megatron! come ohon! let gohoho!` optimus grinned. megatron smiled at that. he was in bg brother mode again after so llong. it felt good, and melted away some of that ice in his spark. megatron went at it again, bringing the prime totears with another laughing fit before releaseing him and alowing him to roll away and cover his abdomen. megatron shifter on the floor to lean againsed the wall as he atched the prime calm down.

`now, are you going to tell me why you couldnt sleepor m i going to have to keep going?` megatron asked with a kind smile. a smile that hadnt adorned his face since before the war. optimus gulped and shifted to sit on he oposite wall to megatron to face himwith tired eyes. optimus looked at megatron for a moment, taking in that brtherly smile before gathering his thoughts.

`i was onlythinking about how difficult it is going to be to go backto fighting again. esspetialy ater tonight... but that shouldnt matter much to you. i will take my autobots off the ship as soon as they are healed enough to recover back at base and -as humans say- get outof your hair.` optimus stated, looking down and speaking with his useua shieding and leadership tone adorning his face,as though what had just happened never occered. megatron stared at hi enemy. his... brother... for a few moments beforemaking his decision.

`Prime. i will not loose my little brother again.`

`what?`

`after so long of war, and seeing you without those guards. acting like yourself again... i lack the streangth to return to battle. againsed you at least.`

`are you saying what i think youre saying...?`

`lets end this, prime. what do you say, fix things and berothers again?` megatron gulped, standing and holding a hand out to hs little brother. prime looked at him, before his optics lit up. taking the hand with asmile, he allowedhimself to be liftedup to hs feet again.

`nagotiations start assoon as everyone is healed up, brother.` optimus smiled. they were both beaming as megatron left the room a fewmuinets later. they both called after eachother to rest least the other would either have revenge or add more to the tickley pile.

both brothers lept like sparkings that night with a sile on their face.

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hey there, if you're taking prompts, you could write something with rampart? thnx!

Hi, I’m so sorry this story is late! I was writing this while I was teaching so I didn’t have a chance to finish it like I wanted to. Thanks so much @caatnip for helping me out of my writer’s block! I couldn’t have finished this story without you. This story is a bit longer than my other ones but I figured it was okay since I’m making up for lost time ^^;. I really hope you like it!

Quit Bustin’ My Chops!

Rampart is one of the newest Legends to join the Apex Games and finds herself on the same team as the handsomest bachelor around: Elliot ‘Mirage’ Witt. The trickster takes it upon himself to show the new recruit the ropes, seeing as he is the best Legend to participate in the games, after all. Ramya not only takes his advice right to the scrap heap, but flirts with him at every chance she gets, effectively throwing off his game. Mirage is a natural flirt himself and can knock most women off their feet, but isn’t used to getting the same treatment back so readily. Putting the trickster in a tizzy only adds fuel to the fire; Rampart is the new self-proclaimed Apex Legend in the games and rubs it in Elliot’s face. Being the Kill Leader and the Apex Champion is the icing on the cake. Elliot may have lost the limelight in that match, but there’s one arena where is an unrivaled Champion: making people laugh.

“Okay, so this is a supply bin. These have all sorts of goodies in them that’ll help keep you alive. Maybe you need some bullets, or one of those sweet, sweet Phoenix kits. Or maybe–”

“Pipe down, Suzy. I get it. We’ve only run into ten other ones just like it on our way over here! I’m sprouting grey hairs here, Witt. I’m itchin’ for a fight, not a scavenger hunt.” Rampart whined to her teammate, Mirage, who led her over to the eleventh supply bin as they scrounged through The Epicenter. Mirage tutted softly as he rapped his fist against the bin to open it.

“Not so fast, rookie. I can’t have you run into your first fight empty handed. That’d make me a terrible teacher!” The trickster chuckled, hooking his arm around the modder’s shoulders to bring her over to the supplies. Ramya pursed her lips and shrugged Elliot’s arm off her shoulders.

“It can’t be that hard, mate. I mean, you’re here, after all.” The modder snickered, her snickers turning into full blown laughter when he gaped at her. 

“Hey!” Mirage pouted, which only made Rampart laugh some more. “I am a professional in the Apex Games. In fact, I’m the best Legend you could be on a team with! Cause, ya know, I’m just perfect.” The trickster retorted with a smirk, taking the time to strike a pose with his wingman in hand. “I mean this hair, this face...these guns?” Mirage flexed his muscles and chuckled. “I mean, come on, you see it. Anyways, back to business.”

Mirage turned to the open supply bin and gestured to its contents. “So you have an R-99, right? This supply bin has an extended heavy mag, an extenEEEE—” 

Mirage suddenly felt two hands squeeze his sides, making him jerk forward. He lurched away from the hands and spun around to face a grinning Rampart. “What was that for?”

“I’m getting antsy, Witt. All this talk without shooting any plonkers can really cramp up the hands,” Ramya answered slyly as she reached for his sides again. “I guess I’m lucky to have such a handsome lad nearby to squeeze~.”

Mirage sputtered and choked back a laugh, batting her hands away. “Hey, hey, easy! At least take me to dinner first.” He replied jokingly with the beginnings of a blush appearing on his cheeks. The trickster turned around to try and hide it but, before he could complete the turn, Rampart slid closer to him and smirked. 

“Aww, did I make you blush, Witt? Your widdle cheeks are going so wed!” Ramya cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Elliot swatted her hands away for the second time before he fully turned around. 

“Nope! Nuh uh. Not me. Like I said, I’m incredibly good l-looking.” Mirage answered quickly with a very obvious voice crack. He mentally cursed himself; the trickster was a natural flirt and could knock most women off their feet with ease. But, he wasn’t used to receiving the same treatment. Especially not from a new Legend! The blush on Elliot’s face reached his ears as Rampart leaned against him with an amused smirk. 

“Anyways, like I was saying...” Elliot continued,  “You have an extended light mag, an extended heavy mag, and a shotgun bolt. Which attachment should you grab? I’ll give you a hint, since I’m such a nice guy. You want the one that goes with a light weapon.” Elliot smiled and looked at the modder expectantly. Ramya shot the trickster a look and slowly, begrudgingly, snatched the extended light mag from the bin. The trickster cheered rather loudly and gave her a gentle, friendly punch on the arm.

“I knew you could do it. You’re gonna be the next Apex predanor–predtator…ehm, predator in no time. All thanks to me, of course.” Mirage grinned, causing the modder to roll her eyes.

“Ooo, an Apex predator, you say? Well, I guess there’s only one way for me to do that, isn’t there?” Rampart countered wryly, returning the grin when the trickster raised an eyebrow. The modder reloaded her weapon and holstered it; there was only one gun she would ever need in the Apex Games. In one smooth motion, Rampart turned on her heel and scurried towards the distant sound of gunshots and grenades. “By shooting some bloody plonkers! I’m gonna go pick a fight. When you’re done yammering on about attachments, you should join me. I won’t get mad if you watch my back, though.” She called back to him, her grin widening as she gave him a little hip wiggle before finally leaving. Mirage sputtered and hurried after her. How could she move that fast with that mini gun on her back, anyway?

“By yourself? Hold up. You don’t even know where you’re going! You just got here…” Mirage yelled back to her, mumbling the last phrase to himself as he followed her to the fight.

Gunfire roared across the battlefield as the duo approached Fragment West. There were two squads fighting in the middle of the city: Bangalore and Bloodhound, and Revenant and Pathfinder. Pathfinder managed to down the hunter with an accurate Longbow shot, and the simulacrum was rushing in to attack the soldier. Bangalore popped some smoke to provide some cover to revive her teammate, but was also trying to actively listen for the approaching enemy. It was the perfect amount of chaos for Rampart and Mirage to join the fray. The modder skipped to a location not too far from where the two robots were set up. She quickly set up her amped cover before deploying Sheila, sighing happily.

 “Oh, Sheila. They’ve never seen a girl like you.” The modder purred before hopping onto the seat and revving up the gun. “Yo Witt, got a fool OT. Doesn’t look too scary, so you can come out of hiding.” Ramya snickered, looking over her shoulder to see Mirage finally bringing up the rear. The trickster panted and shook his immaculate locks out of his face so that he had a clearer view of the enemy.

“Nothing scares me, Rampart! Now, remember what your super awesome teacher showed you. You point your gun like this, you aim for the–” Mirage was cut off by Sheila coming to life as bullets rapidly fired from the minigun. 

“Ya see that? Haha! Just hit an enemy. Guess I’m a fast learner, eh?" Ramya laughed as she shot at Pathfinder. The modder’s shots connected with the robot’s back and by the time he took cover, he lost the majority of his shields. 

“More friends are coming to kill us. There’s another squad!” The robot called to the simulacrum, holstering his weapon so that he could use a shield battery. Revenant was just about to put his totem down so that he could attack Bangalore and Bloodhound, so he wasn’t thrilled about the sudden interruption. He growled and reluctantly rushed back over to his teammate, having to duck behind cover when Mirage also started shooting at him. Revenant placed his totem down and both he and Pathfinder activated it to advance on Mirage and Rampart.

Rampart fired more rounds at Pathfinder and Revenant once they emerged from their cover. She managed to send the angry murderbot back to the totem, but Pathfinder managed to grapple behind some more cover. This gave the happier robot the opportunity to close in on them. Mirage noticed the approaching enemy and went to meet the robot halfway. Right before the trickster poked his head out, he activated his Life of the Party ultimate. Mirage hoped to confuse Pathfinder so that he could attack from an unexpected angle. The decoys mirrored his movements and circled the robot; Pathfinder shot a few of the decoys before zoning in on the real trickster. Pathfinder nearly downed Mirage, but the trickster managed to fire one Mastiff shot to the torso to finally take him down.

“Sorry, Path! Don’t take this personally, it’s just business. Heh..personal business..” Mirage chuckled, shooting Pathfinder one more time to finish him off. He didn’t even want to think about how close the robot came to killing him. The trickster hurried over to a nearby corner and used a shield battery to heal up. While doing so, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby window and noticed that his hair was a mess!  He panicked and stopped healing himself to quickly fix it. Elliot teased out his curls and put some stray locks back in place, which gave a certain tall, angry murderbot plenty of time to sneak up on him. Revenant wasted no time in throwing a silence orb to keep Mirage from using his decoys to escape. The trickster dropped a high pitched scream and spun around, clumsily fishing for his Mastiff. 

“Oh shi-Revenant! Uh, h-hey, this isn’t a good ti--” Mirage yelped as Revenant began firing on him. The trickster did his best to return fire, but he hadn’t healed up before the simulacrum arrived. Needless to say, Revenant barely had to do anything to down the trickster.

“This part never gets old.” Revenant purred as he loomed over Mirage, grinning as he noticed the pure fear in his eyes. Elliot inched away from the murderbot, but he kept coming. The murderbot slowly raised his left hand so that the trickster could see it turn into a razor sharp blade. “I’m not gonna make it quick. That would spoil all the fun~.” He murmured in his deep, gravelly voice as he knelt down to finish him off. Mirage screamed again and put up his hands defensively. 

“NO, DON’T EAT ME!” Mirage wailed, shutting his eyes and waiting for the sharp pain to come. But nothing came. There was some more gunfire, a loud growl of “damn skinsuit”, and a mechanical sounding crash by the time the trickster found the courage to open his eyes. Mirage was shocked by what he saw: the boisterous, smirking modder, and Revenant’s death box. 

“No, don’t eat me~.” Ramya mocked in a squeaky, high-pitched before laughing and kneeling down to the trickster. “I thought you said nothing scared ya, Witt! I’ve never heard anything human scream like that~.” She teased,  pulling him to his feet after injecting the resuscitation serum into his body. Mirage grumbled and took out a Phoenix kit to fully heal up. 

“I wasn’t scared! I was distracting him so that you come and kill him. It was all a part of the plan.” Mirage insisted as he finally healed his shields and health. Rampart skeptically arched a brow while she was fishing through Revenant’s death box. 

“Uh huh. And, was crying like a baby a part of the plan too?” Rampart chuckled, grabbing plenty of ammo and improved attachments for her weapons. Mirage narrowed his eyes at her.

“No! I mean, yes! I mean...I didn’t, I wasn’t...I wasn’t crying like a baby!” Mirage did his damndest not to blush again and fished through what was left of Revenant’s supplies. Ramya stared at him and suddenly smirked, but he didn’t see it. She took a few steps away from him in the direction of Pathfinder’s deathbox; but then, out of nowhere, the modder yelled, which scared the hell out of Elliot. 

“WITT! I see someone!” 

Mirage jumped to his feet and immediately popped his ultimate again. He didn’t know who was coming or where they were coming from, so his decoys looked just as confused as he was. He ran over to Rampart with his weapon drawn. The modder wasn’t moving, but she did have her R-99 in hand. 

“Where?” Mirage spun in all sorts of directions in search of the enemy, but he didn’t see anyone. “Who? Who’s coming?”

Ramya wasn’t moving because she was trying to keep her composure. But, when the trickster ran up to her side with that half-frightened, half-confused look on his face, she lost it. “I see a plonker who’s convinced that he is a Legend. Yet he’s been duped by a rookie! Maybe the real Mirage is that you’re a Legend, eh?~.” Ramya laughed hard enough to snort and held an arm against her abdomen. The trickster stared at her in disbelief; did she seriously just pull a prank? On the holographic trickster?

“I….you--you almost gave me a heart attack!” Mirage finally managed to say before putting his Mastiff away. He put a hand on his chest and could feel his heart doing somersaults. “Seriously. That took a lot outta me...”

Ramya’s laughter calmed down to giggles and she wiped a tear from her eye. “Sorry mate. It’s just..you should’ve seen your face.” She snickered, strolling up to him and cradling the left side of his face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Witt. If anyone comes, Sheila and I will protect you. We won’t tell.”

Mirage grumbled and batted away her hand. “Yeah, whatever. Laugh it up, gearhead..” He muttered, his arm brushing against her side as he walked past her. When he did, Ramya flinched and accidentally dropped her weapon. The trickster gave her a strange look. “Rampart?”

Ramya waved him off and quickly gathered up her weapon. “I’m good, mate! Just a lil’ case of butterfingers.” She chuckled as she hurried past him to gather up some more loot. Mirage blinked and eyed her closely; he swore he could see the faintest, faintest shade of red on her face when she walked past. 

Rampart and Mirage came across Bangalore and Bloodhound later in the match, and the duo, mainly Rampart, took the two of them down with ease. 

“You get a bullet! And you get a bullet! Everyone gets a bullet! Hahaha!” Ramya cheered as she and Sheila blasted poor Bangalore and Bloodhound out of the game. Elliot would never admit it, but the modder was racking up kills faster than he thought she would, and her high kill count won her the glorious title of Kill Leader. Ramya beamed when she heard the announcement sound throughout the arena. 

“Hear that, Witt? You’re looking at the new Kill Leader! Not bad for a rookie, eh? Maybe you can learn a thing or two from a real Legend.” The modder grinned, having to revive the trickster again when he fell prey to the hunter and their Wingman. 

“Yeah, well I was Kill Leader in my first..thir--uh, eighth season! It’s beginner’s luck.” Elliot countered while he, yet again, used a Phoenix kit to fully heal himself up. 

“Heh...whatever helps you sleep at night.” Rampart shrugged and dug through the loot that was left behind. The duo made it to the top three and, after diving in to third party the last two squads, were named the Apex Champions. 

After the match, Elliot hung up his shiny new Apex Champion medal in his room. He already had plenty of cutouts and collectible figurines of himself, but he always had space for a new medal! He looped the medal around one of his mobile figurines and gently booped it, grinning as it swayed side to side. While he was admiring himself, Rampart skipped into his room with her own medal and plopped down onto the couch, startling the trickster. 

“So when are you taking me out for a drink, Witt? Think it’d be a fair trade for how much I carried you~.” Rampart smirked and swung her legs up onto the couch. Mirage turned to her and gave her a look. “Ya know just because you got three--eight--no, twelve kills last game doesn’t mean anything! It was your first game, maybe I decided to go easy on you.” Mirage argued matter-of-factly and put his hands on his hips. Ramya giggled and skipped over to him, playfully poking at his stomach. Mirage yelped and pushed her hand away, but she managed to sneak another poke to his side.

“Turn that frown upside down, mate! You’re just not as good as you think you are.” The modder teased as she kept making quick little jabs to his torso. A few giggles slipped out of the trickster while he tried and failed to grab her hands. 

“Yehehes I ahaham! Stop! Stop pohohking me!” Elliot whined and retreated to his couch with Ramya hot on his tail. He fell back onto the cushions with his arms against his torso; but, somehow, she managed to find a little bit of his stomach or side to poke. After a few more pokes, Rampart switched gears and suddenly reached under Mirage’s arms, raking her short nails against his armpits. This made the trickster scream and slam his arms against his sides. The frantic laughter came next. 

“STHOHOHP RAHAMYAHA!” Mirage yelled, his laughter growing in volume when she straddled his waist and went for his sides. 

“I don’t know who Rahamyaha is! Oh! Wait, is that the girl who got twelve kills in her first game? Maybe the greatest Legend there ever was?” Rampart grinned and started squeezing his sides, laughing when the trickster bucked his hips. 

“NOHOHOHOHOH! You-AH! YOOHOHU AREHEHAHAH NOHOHOHT!” Mirage squeaked and laughed harder when she stuck her hands under his shirt to squeeze his bare sides. 

“Wrong answer, Witt!” The modder chirped, scribbling her nails against his belly before returning to his sides. 

Mirage was going crazy; every time he hugged his arms to his sides or reached for her wrists, she attacked his armpits or belly instead. It wasn’t enough to be the Apex Champion or turn his face red; now, she was trying to tickle him to tears! In his haste to stop her, he grabbed her sides and squeezed them, drawing out an audible gasp. 

“Oi, watch it!” Rampart hissed and stopped tickling him to reel away from him. Mirage perked up and looked at the modder; although he had to recover from the sudden tickle attack, a sly grin popped up on his face. 

“What? That didn’t tickle, did it?” Mirage smirked, sitting up and advancing on the retreating modder. 

“No!” Rampart answered quickly and crossed her arms against her torso. “I just didn’t think you’d grab me so hard. I’m not that kind of girl, Witt.” The modder continued, grinning triumphantly when Elliot turned crimson.

Elliot, after stumbling over his words, suddenly launched himself towards Rampart and pinned her to the other side of the couch. Rampart screamed and struggled to knock him off of her, but he held strong and immediately started poking her sides. 

“Ah! Witt, geheht off of mehehe!” Ramya growled, a few stray giggles escaping her as she arched her body upwards. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mirage chuckled and poked across her stomach, eliciting some more giggles. “I didn’t catch what you said. It’s almost like you laughed, which would be weird if you aren’t, ya know, ticklish or anything…” 

“I’m nohohohoht! Geheheht oohohohff MEHEHEHE!” Ramya squeaked and kicked her feet against the couch when he returned to her sides. The trickster spidered his fingers up and down a few times before kneading at the very top of her ribcage. Rampart yelped again and whipped her body around to try and dodge his fingers. Mirage easily kept up with her squirming and, as much as she tried not to, she finally gave in to the ticklish sensations and laughed. 

“EEHEHEHLIOT STAHAHAAHAH! I’M NAHAHT TIHIHIHICKLISHAHAH!” Ramya shrieked and bucked her hips when he gently scratched his fingers around her belly button. Mirage snickered and alternated between her sides, stomach, and her ribcage, which is where she seemed to be awfully ticklish. But, the trickster wasn’t ready to go for the kill just yet. 

“Oho, I’m Elliot now? Funny, I don’t think you’ve called me by name all day!” Mirage snuck his hands underneath her arms and laughed when she snorted. He wiggled his fingers in circular motions and jabbed at the spot right before her ribcage began. Ramya threw her head back and laughed louder, which only encouraged him to stay on the spot. “And call me crazy, but I think only ticklish people laugh when they’re tickled. So, I guess that makes you ticklish, huh?”

“NOHOHOHOHOH!” Rampart yelled and stubbornly shook her head, the laughter flowing freely as the trickster’s fingers found her neck. The modder made a weird sound that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a honk, sending Mirage into a fit of laughter. 

“Thahahaht’s nohohohohoht fuhuhuhnyhyhy!” Rampart protested, her laughter dying down to giggles as she whipped her head around. Mirage swiped his fingers along one side of her neck and gently prodded at the other. He finally noticed the blush on her face, causing him to grin widely. 

“It’s totally funny! Look at how wed your widdle cheeks are~.” Mirage cooed and laughed some more when Ramya glared at him. “You can’t be the greatest Legend in the games when you’re this tickle, tickle, ticklish~.”

Rampart giggled uncontrollably and tried to trap Elliot’s hands between her neck and shoulder. She succeeded, but it didn’t stop the tickles. “Ihihih’m gohohohohohnna kihihihill yohohohuhu! I swehehehehehear!” She snickered and continued to roll her head side to side. 

Mirage feigned offense and audibly gasped. “You’re gonna kill me?” He repeated, moving from her neck to the sides of her stomach. Ramya immediately dissolved back into laughter and struggled with a renewed vigor. “That’s not nice at all! In fact, that puts me on the defensive!”

With that, Elliot’s hands fell onto Rampart’s ribcage and gently squeezed at the bones. The modder screeched and cackled, kicking pillows off of the couch. “NOHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHT!”

Mirage gave her a mischievous grin and swiped his fingers along the length of her ribcage. It made her laughter rise in pitch, which only boosted his confidence. “Stop what?” He chuckled, gently tweaking two of her middle ribs. “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish! And that you were the best Legend around! Looks like you lied on two fronts, huh?”

Ramya cried out in protest and laughed even harder. During her struggle to free herself from Witt’s iron hold, her ponytail loosened, so much of her hair covered her eyes and face. Mirage could still see the huge grin on her face, though, which made his own grin soften a bit. It wasn’t like one of those teasing, cocky grins that she kept throwing his way when they were in the arena.

“IHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIDN’T--AHAHAHAHAHA! DIHIHIHIHDN’T LIHIHIHEAHAHAHAH!” Ramya argued while Elliot’s fingers continued tweaking the middle of her rib cage. Elliot let out another dramatic gasp and kneaded his fingers into her uppermost ribs.

“There’s another lie! My goodness, you are just asking for it, huh?” Mirage teased, chuckling again when he made Rampart snort again.  “How about this, I’ll make you a deal. Say that I’m the best Legend hands down, no questions asked, and I’ll stop. I’ll even keep how ticklish you are a secret, so no one else will try to get ya in the ring! Whaddaya say?”

The trickster went back to gently tickling the sides of Ramya’s neck to give her a bit of a break. He went at short intervals, just giving each side a quick scribble here and there. Rampart snickered and brought her shoulders up again, taking the time to breathe where she could. Mirage slowed down even more and went to playfully boop her red cheeks and nose. 

“Heheheheh...I-Im thehehehe behehest Lehehehehegend, hahands dohohown…” 

“See, was that so hard?” Mirage didn’t realize what she had really said, so he happily let her up. Ramya breathed heavily and rubbed away the ticklish sensations from her ribcage. “I’m glad we can finally agree on something! Because believe me, you were this close to--”

The lightbulb just went off in the trickster’s head, and Rampart could see it. So, with what little energy she had left, she leapt from the couch and made a beeline for the door. She was laughing again, but this time, for a different reason. 

“Come back here!” Mirage yelled and got up to chase her. He caught up with her before she could get into the hallway and easily picked her up. 

“NO! Put me down, ya plonker! I said it!” Rampart insisted as she kicked around in his arms. She held one arm against her torso and, with her free hand, squeezed at Witt’s sides and hip. Mirage flinched and laughed, but he managed to get back to the couch before the tickling could really get to him. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! So, let’s try again. Tell me that I, meaning me, am the best Legend, hands down, no questions asked.” Elliot demanded with a grin as he pushed her back down onto the cushions. This time, he held both of her wrists in one hand and used his leg to pin hers down. It became pretty clear to Rampart that she was screwed, but damn it, she wasn’t going to say it! 

Mirage narrowed his eyes at the modder when she didn’t say anything. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he used his free hand to poke up her ribcage. Ramya squealed and bit down on her lip to trap the incoming giggles. Mirage grinned at her and switched to kneading in between the bones after a few more pokes. 

“Coochie coochie coo~.” The trickster cooed, working his fingers up and down her ribcage. Rampart’s face went red again and, after another second or two, she burst out laughing. 

“I”M NAHAHAHAHAT SAHAHAHAHYING IHIHIHIHIHT YOHOHUH PL-AHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Rampart shrieked and bucked when he kneaded his fingers faster between the bones. Her ribs were still sensitive from the previous tickle attack, so it didn’t take much to put the modder back into hysterics. “STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Nope! Say it and I’ll stop.” Mirage was resolute and couldn’t help but to laugh along with her as he gently scratched up and down her ribcage. This made her arch her back and desperately twist around to try and dodge his tickling hands; but, this time, she wasn’t getting away so easily. 

“AHAHAHAHAHA WIHIHIHIHITT STAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rampart yelled again and howled with laughter. Since he had her legs pinned down this time, the modder couldn’t even kick to try and alleviate the intense ticklish sensations. This only benefited the lone pillow that remained on the couch. Elliot was ruthless, but he did pause a few times just to see if she would say what he wanted to hear. She didn’t. The trickster tutted softly and gently scratched at the patch of skin where the ribcage ended. Rampart screamed and went ballistic with desperate laughter pouring out of her. 

“NOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Mirage initially flinched, not expecting the sudden roar of laughter. He let go of her wrists so that he could tickle the same spot on the other side of her ribcage. When he let go of her wrists, she immediately latched onto his and tried to pry them away from the spot. It didn’t work, but it didn’t stop her from trying, either. 

“Huh. Didn’t you have ribs here a second ago?” Mirage mused, still scratching away the spot. He shook off her hands and pinned them underneath his arms. “Maybe I miscounted them. Let’s see...one, two, three…

Ramya yelled one more time before her laughter went silent. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head as the trickster ‘counted’ her ribs. Mirage stopped tickling her when he didn’t hear the laughter anymore and let her go. The modder immediately turned onto her side, breathing raggedly. 

“Bloohohohoody hehehehell…” Ramya gasped after several minutes of trying to catch her breath. She hugged her arms tightly against her torso, still giggling from the lingering ticklish sensations. “I give, I’ll sahahay it…”

“Nah, don’t bother. Looks like you could use all the air you can get.” Mirage chuckled, not realizing that he was staring at her. Rampart’s face was bright red, her hair was a mess, and she was still grinning. “As the best Legend in the Apex Games, I’ll be nice and let you off the hook.”

Ramya rolled her eyes and propped herself up onto her elbows. “I guess I’m the luckiest girl in the world..” She quipped sarcastically, gathering her hair back into its ponytail. With her hair out of her face, the modder could clearly see that Mirage was staring at her. She arched a brow, giving him her sly, signature grin, which immediately snapped him out of his trance. 

“Uh, you wanna get that drink now? My treat, of course.” Mirage stammered and stood up, offering her his hand. Ramya nodded and took the hand, but pulled him down so that she could latch herself onto his back. 

“Wha-hey! Whahat are yohuhu--?!”

“What?” Rampart hooked her arms and legs around Elliot so that she could comfortably rest on his back. She didn’t even need to see his face to know that he turned crimson again. “You didn’t think I was actually going to walk to your bar, did you? Pfft..”

The modder tweaked his sides and giggled when he lurched forward. “Get a move on, Witt! I’m not getting any younger.” She demanded, continuing to gently prod his sides as he sputtered and hurried out of the room. 

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You Got Out-Witted

I got the inspiration for this fic from this video plus my love for bad jokes and puns :D.

Summary: Mirage wants the last donut and sends his decoys on a secret mission to get it. He didn’t realize that Wattson already beat him to it and they spend the rest of the morning telling each other corny jokes. Mirage is a trickster for a reason, and believes that his jokes are funnier than Wattson’s, only to come to realize that there’s one joke that she knows about that makes everybody laugh.

“Bamboozles for the foozles, haha...oh boy.” Mirage chuckled nervously to himself as his decoy ran in front of him and, instead of running in a straight line, face-planted into the wall beside the kitchen. Ever since his gear got a huge update, Elliott was spending the better part of the morning learning how to better control his decoys. He was normally perfect at it because, well, he is perfect after all, but for whatever reason, he was having trouble getting the decoy to walk through a doorway. This would have been fine if there wasn’t something on the other side of said doorway: a warm, freshly baked vanilla frosted donut sitting all alone in a nearly empty box up on the countertop. Lifeline had gone out even earlier in the morning to surprise her fellow Legends with donuts from a nearby bakery and bought enough for everyone to have as many as they wanted. Gibraltar ate most of them, Caustic only had one, Bangalore opted out, and Revenant and Pathfinder, for obvious reasons, left theirs untouched. Loba didn’t have one since she hadn’t woken up yet and, since Octane managed to snag extra ones before making a mad dash out of the room, only one donut remained. “Anyone touches this donut whose name isn’t Loba,” He remembered Lifeline saying with her shock sticks drawn, “will be my new drum set!”

Mirage shuddered at the thought but shook it out of his system, his plan was foolproof. Not only was he getting in some practice with his decoys, which he totally didn’t need, his plan was to have the decoy go into the kitchen in his place to make sure the coast was clear. If it was, he’d go in afterwards and grab the goods before anyone could catch him. Then, if and when Lifeline found out that the donut was missing, he’d be in the clear, and he’d have one extra donut to celebrate his victory.  And who said he couldn’t work on his killer quips while he was on this secret mission? Just as he sent out another decoy, which was good looking, if he did say so himself, he heard someone giggle behind him. Elliott practically jumped out of his skin and spun around with his hands up, the decoy following his lead. He expected to see Lifeline standing there ready to use his beautiful, beautiful face as a cymbal, but saw Wattson instead. 

“Foozles...pfft, I like that one.” Natalie giggled as she took a bite of the donut between her fingers. Elliott looked at her, then the donut, and then back at her, the disappointment falling on top of him like a ton of bricks.

“Where’d ya get the donut, Nat?” Mirage tried to ask as casually as he could, feeling his lower lip quiver as the engineer pointed over his shoulder. 

“Mademoiselle Ajay brought donuts for everybody this morning. They’re délicieux~ (delicious).”

She responded happily , munching away at the treat until it was nothing but crumbs. Noticing the way he was looking at her,  her face fell and suddenly took on a guilty look that tugged at the trickster’s heartstrings. “Didn’t you get one?”

“Oh, nah, I didn’t...but, don’t worry! Don’t worry. I’m not supposed to eat sweets anyway ‘cause, ya know, carbs and all that. Gotta stay fit for the ring.” Mirage reassured her, perking back up to toss his hair and put his hands on his hips, which made her smirk. “So, ya like foozles huh? Came up with that myself.”

This made Wattson giggle again as she brushed the sprinkles off of her hands, nodding. “Oui, it is very clever. Oh! Let me tell you a joke I heard. Maybe you can add it to your repertoire.” She offered with an excited clap of her hands which made Elliott grin. 

“I don’t know, my jokes are pretty septact--setpact, setapcul---er, amazing. Show me what you got.” Elliott answered, following the engineer to the common room’s sofa and having a seat. 

“Okay! Do you wanna hear a joke about paper?” Wattson grinned, chuckling at the confused expression on his face. “Never mind, it’s tear-able!” 

Mirage blinked, then snickered, then finally laughed when he caught up to the punchline. “Oh I get it, tearable paper but it sounds like, hahaha, that’s funny.” He chortled as Natalie joined in on the laughter. Unlike his smooth laughter, Wattson’s was light and kind of squeaky. Once the two calmed down, Wattson gently pushed his shoulder and smiled at him eagerly.

“It’s your turn! Tell me one of your amazing jokes.” She demanded, swiveling her legs in an attempt to contain her excitement. Elliott smiled, Wattson was adorable, and he brought both of his arms up and hooked his hands behind his head so that he could properly lounge. 

“Alright, hey did you know spring was here? I got so excited I….wet my plants.” He quipped with some added finger guns for good measure. Wattson burst out laughing and crossed her arms against her torso, her nose wrinkling from how hard she was laughing. Elliot chuckled, finding her laughter contagious, and watched as Natalie wiped her eyes and beamed at him.

“You mean they were soiled?” Natalie wiggled her eyebrows and it was Mirage’s turn to split his sides. 

The pair’s dorky laughter filled up the common area of the dropship and found its way into various nearby rooms. After dishing out some more jokes back and forth, Natalie accidentally snorted and covered her face with her hands, hiding her bright pink face. 

“Say it again, say it again!” Wattson laughed, her voice muffled by her palms and Mirage, his ego soaring, sported a wide grin.

“Okay, okay. What did the pirate say on his 80th birthday?” Mirage smirked, watching Wattson’s shoulders shake with contained laughter. “Argh, Aye Matey.” 

Natalie shrieked with laughter and sunk into the side of the couch, letting another snort slip as she hid into the cushions. “You’re so funny, Monsieur Witt!”

Elliott chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, I’m good, I'm good. But there’s two of me, so I’m good twice! Boom, check out that math.” He grinned as he summoned a decoy, fist bumping it before it immediately disappeared. Natalie’s laughter came to a halt and she turned to face him, blinking away her tears of mirth and raising a brow.

“Are you saying your jokes are better than mine?” Wattson pouted as she crossed her arms against her chest. 

“No! Well...actually, yeah. But I mean, look at you! I’ve never seen someone turn so pink.” Mirage teased as he poked at her cheeks and laughed when she pushed his hand away. 

“Arrête ça! (Stop it!) My jokes were just as funny as yours,” She whined. Mirage put his hands up as if surrendering but didn’t stop smiling. 

“Alright, how about this: I’ll say your jokes were half-good. They did make me laugh...a little bit. Okay?” Mirage replied and Wattson, still pouting, suddenly offered him a smile of her own. 

“Okay, Monsieur Witt. Maybe my initial jokes were ‘half-good’ as you say, but I have another that’ll make you laugh way more than a little bit. Wanna hear it?” She asked in a sort of a sing-song voice, scooting closer to the trickster with the bright look of mischief in her eyes. Mirage eyed her curiously yet didn’t back away even when she closed the distance between them.

“Sure, oh and you can call me Elliott. Keeps away the gray hairs.” He chuckled, flinching when Wattson suddenly pulled him into a tight hug. Mirage blushed and was thankful that she couldn’t see it but was now more confused than curious. Wasn’t she supposed to be telling a joke? “How do you make an octopus laugh, Elliott?” Wattson whispered. Mirage furrowed his brows and fidgeted in her grasp but she didn’t budge. 

“Uh, I don’t know. Sounds like that’s the sity-four, uh sixty fort….ugh, the million dollar question.” He stammered only to let out a surprised shout when she suddenly pushed him backwards. Since Wattson had already trapped Mirage’s arms to his sides when she hugged him, she had no trouble pinning them beneath her knees and keeping them there. The engineer dramatically lifted her hands in the air and wiggled her fingers with a huge smile on her face.

“You give it ten-tickles~!” She cheered before reaching under his arms and wiggling her fingertips against his armpits. Mirage dropped a high pitched squeak before dissolving into frantic laughter. 

“WHAHAHAT THAHAHAT’S NAHAHT A JOHOHOHKE!” Elliott screamed as he writhed against the cushions in a tickle-induced panic. Natalie beamed, happy that she caught the trickster off guard, and swiped her nails up his arms before tickling under his chin and the sides of his neck. 

“Yes it is! And it’s pretty funny, don’t you think?” She asked innocently, to which Elliott responded by whipping his head around and ruining his immaculate curly hair. 

“NOoohohohoh it’s NOHOHOHohohoht! THIHIHIHihihihs ihihihihs cheheheheatiihihihihng!” The trickster yelped, his laughter taking on different pitches as he tried to trap her hand between his neck and shoulder. Natalie wasn’t having it and moved her wiggling fingers to his sides, where he started bucking like a bronco and dipped into heavier laughter. Damn whoever made him so ticklish. 

“I’m not cheating, tickling is a part of the joke! And if the joke isn’t funny, why are you laughing?” Natalie smirked and, since he was wearing more casual attire (excluding his holo tech), she was able to reach underneath his shirt and squeeze his bare sides. Mirage flung his head back and convulsed with desperate laughter, kicking every pillow within reach off of the couch. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHP NAHAHAHATHAHAHAH STOHOHOHOHP!”

Natalie paused and, after pretending to think about it, she shook her head and went back to squeezing the trickster’s sides. “I have a better idea,” She replied, having to raise her voice over the sounds of his wild laughter. “Either you stop laughing at my terrible, unfunny joke, or admit that my jokes are just as good as yours!” 

“BAHAHAHAT I’D BEHEHEHEH LYHIHIHIHNHGAHAHAHAH!” Mirage wailed before falling back into a fit of laughter, barely hearing Natalie gasp and put on a mock offended look.

“How dare---you know what, fine! Then laugh it up, mon amie!” Natalie commanded, suddenly twisting a finger into his navel and delivering playful pokes to his abdomen. When she switched spots, Elliott’s laughter calmed down to giggles and he sputtered when she decided to alternate between poking his stomach and scratching at his bottom rib. 

“NAHAhahahahahteheheheh cohohohohohme ohohohohon! Truhuhuce! Leheheheht’s cahahahahall it a draaahahahahahw! Ah! I wahahahahnna truuhuhuhuhuhce!” Mirage snickered uncontrollably and flinched as she kept on poking, snapping his head upwards and searching her eyes for even the smallest ounce of mercy. Natalie shook her head, she was resolute, and she paused again to hover her hands above his sides.

“Non, no truce. Either stop laughing at my bad jokes, or tell me that they’re funny!” She demanded, smirking as he arched his back whenever her hands got too close. “Do it, or I’ll tickle you until you’re as pink as I was!”

Mirage didn’t answer her, too preoccupied with gulping down as much air as he could. Natalie waited for him to catch his breath and give her some kind of answer but, when he didn’t say anything, she narrowed her eyes and resumed tickling his sides. Mirage jolted and, since he nearly tossed Natalie up in the air, she reached behind her and squeezed the trickster’s thigh to balance herself, unknowingly causing him to finally dip down into hysterics. 

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOH! NAHAHAHAHAHAHT DOHOHOHOHOHON’T! DOOHOHN’THAHAHAH!” Mirage screamed and kicked his legs against the cushions, his eyes shining with tears of mirth. Wattson looked at him, then his legs, before grinning and turning around so that she could face them. 

“Don’t what? Don’t do….this?” Natalie tilted her head and squeezed the trickster’s thighs eagerly and giggled as raw, unfiltered laughter spilled from his lips. “Or maybe this? Is this what you don’t want me to do?” She continued as she spidered her nails underneath his knees before returning to attack his thighs. 

Mirage tossed his head side to side like a crazy person as he laughed and laughed, his kicking fruitless as Natalie’s fingers kept on squeezing and wiggling against his hypersensitive legs.  Natalie pinched the spot where his thigh and hip met and he bucked with a snort, causing her to join in on the laughter.

“That’s a funny sound! Let’s see if we can make it again.” She smiled, continuing to lightly pinch the spot and laughing harder when he did snort again.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHTTHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA SAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Elliott shook with hysterical laughter with tears streaming down his cheeks. Natalie looked over her shoulder and stopped tickling, poking his thighs and knees at random intervals to keep him giggling.

“So? What do you think of my jokes, Elliott?” Wattson questioned, her nails finding the underside of his knees again and gently scratching. Mirage coughed out a giggle and breathed heavily, blowing loose curls out of his face.

“Hehehehe...y-you’re jokes are gohohohood. So gohohohood, mahahybe eehehehven behehetter than mihihihne.” He gasped, letting out a sigh of relief when she climbed off of him and pulled him up to give him another hug. 

“Merci, Elliott. I’m ex-static that we could agree, hehe~!”

[angelatmidnight1]

Who’s Laughing Now?

A/N: As promised, this story is a follow up to the matchup ask I answered yesterday. Again, I couldn’t decide between Fuse or Mirage, so I decided to post both stories. Maybe you’ll like this one better? I dunno, but either way, I hope you enjoyed one or the other!

Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable around the Legends, they’re not sure who’s more of a jokester: you, or Mirage. Both of you love one-upping each other with your jokes, so a competition was bound to happen. Mirage was on the road to victory until Rampart outed him for being ticklish, but Elliott isn’t going down without a fight!

A couple of months passed since you joined the Apex Games, and a lot has happened since then. For starters, you’ve gone from staying in your bubble to mingling with two other Legends: Mirage and, through him, Rampart. Any time a new Legend joined the Games, Elliott took it upon himself to introduce himself to them. He saw himself as the heart and soul of the games, so who wouldn’t want him as their new best friend? He was also friends with the majority of the other Legends, save for an angry robot or two, and he made sure you got a chance to talk with anyone you wanted. After all, what were new best friends for?

You came to realize that Elliott wore his Holographic Trickster moniker to a T.  If he wasn’t trying to bamboozle someone with his decoys, he was telling jokes to anyone within earshot. Some Legends thought he was funny, others…not so much. The last time he told Wraith a joke, she rolled her eyes so hard, you swore that they’d get stuck like that. 

But telling corny jokes was second nature to you, and something that helped your friendship with Elliott flourish. So here you were, in Paradise Lounge, with a cold soda in hand and a big grin on your face.

“Hey, hey Ramya…” 

At first, since you were so shy,  Rampart loved to pick on you. But now, you had her convinced that you were the first test subject of human cloning. Maybe you didn’t look like Mirage, but the personalities were pretty identical. She took a long swig of her drink; she knew by that silly grin on your face, she had to brace herself. 

“Mate, this’ll be a waste of a bloody good pint if ya say something stupid.” She warned. You grinned some more; there wasn’t any real malice in her voice, but you had your legs turned towards the side of the chair in case she made good on her promise. You were already giggling, so you had to take a breath to calm your laughter.

“You’ve heard people say ‘money doesn’t grow on trees’, right?”

Ramya leered at you, but didn’t move to chuck her drink at you…yet. “Uh huh…”

You snorted. “Well, I hate to tell you, but they’ve got it all wrong. Wanna know why?”

“Ugh, get on with it, (Y/N).”

“...Because all banks have branches.” 

Rampart buried her face into her hands and groaned. You, on the other hand, almost fell out of your chair laughing. 

“That was your worst one yet.” Ramya complained. She’d never admit it, but the joke wasn’t that bad. But, the last thing she was going to do was encourage your nonsense. 

“No it wasn’t! It was funny.” You argued, your eyes tearing up from how hard you were laughing. “It’s okay if it didn’t make any cents to you!” 

You heard Ramya’s chair skid against the floor, indicating she’d gotten up. You yelped and tumbled out of your chair, taking your soda with you. “No, no, no! I’m done, I’m done!”

“You sure are,” she agreed, marching up to you and grabbing the soda bottle. “No more of these for you. If Elliott ain’t gonna cut you off, I will.”

“What?” You spat, fighting against her grip. “It’s soda!”

“I don’t care what it is! You don’t need any more sugar!”  She yelled back, trying harder to wrench the bottle out of your hands. The commotion finally brought Mirage to the front of the bar. He wasn’t really that far away from you two, and every good bartender could hear arguing from miles away. 

“Sounds like someone needs a better sense of humor, huh Ramya?” Elliott chuckled. He put a new bottle of soda where you were sitting and winked at you. You smiled and let Ramya take the bottle you had, hurrying back to your barstool. Ramya scoffed. She threw the soda away and headed back to her own seat. She didn’t have to pass by you to get there, but she did…and you screamed bloody murder when you felt a cold finger poke the back of your neck. 

“Like hell,” Ramya countered. “If you’re going to tell a joke, you best make it a bloody good one. The ones you and (Y/N) tell are straight crap.” 

You put your hand over your heart, pretending to be offended. Mirage snickered. 

“Aw, don’t be like that! (Y/N)’s learned from the best.” Elliott’s smile widened as he leaned across the counter, nodding to you. “I don’t wanna brag, being the humble guy that I am, but they’ve come so far after watching me. Almost brings a tear to the eye…”

Your smile faded. “Elliott,” you said. “I’ve been telling jokes way before I met you. If anything, it’s you who learned from me.”

That wasn’t what Elliott wanted to hear, and it kicked off an argument. Rampart watched the two of you with amusement. She helped herself to another pint while you threw petty insults at each other. Then she put her hand up, silencing you both. 

“Alright, alright, before you plonkers say something you mean…” She drank half of her pint, smirking. “Let’s make this interestin’, yeah? Witt, try to make (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N), same thing. First one to crack loses.”

You and Mirage looked at each other. Then he grinned widely. 

“That’s a good idea, actually. You know, if you’re not scared or anything, (Y/N)...” Elliott drawled, coming around his bar to sit beside you. “I’ve been doing this for a long, long time. I’d hate to disade--dis--scare you off, before you even get started!”

“Save it, Elliott.” You leaned towards him, your eyes bright with determination. “I know you like to make speeches for everything. I can’t wait to hear the one to make when you lose~.”

“Hang on.” Ramya went behind the bar, popping back up with two water bottles. She put one down in front of you and Elliott, chuckling. “Gotta make this more fun to watch somehow. Drink some of this while you listen to the jokes. Loser’s gonna have a real fun time sloshin’ their way outta here.”

Mirage faltered; the jacket he was wearing wasn’t waterproof. But he had a reputation and a crown on the line, and he could always get a new jacket. He popped the cap off the bottle and nodded to you. 

“You first, buddy. Hit me with your best shot.” He paused right before he could sip the water. He smirked. “Try to make it something I haven’t heard before.”

You had plenty of jokes in your repertoire, but besides the occasional lip twitch, Elliott didn’t crack. Even with his cheeks full of water, he still managed to keep a smug impression. After one more joke, you threw up your hands. 

“Ugh, fine! Your turn.”

Mirage swallowed his water to tell some jokes of his own. And, you’d never admit it, but his were really funny. You pursed your lips tighter together, determined not to break. Ramya had fun watching you two for about ten minutes…but then she got bored. When you and Elliott switched again, she got up and positioned herself behind Elliott. The time for jokes was over, she thought. It was time to speed up the process. 

“Yo, (Y/N). Did you know that Elliott is ticklish?”

Elliott’s eyes widened and, feeling Ramya’s hands ghost over his sides, flew off of the barstool. He accidentally knocked it over in the process, and she came at him again, this time aiming for his ribs. He coughed, bringing his arms against his sides to stop her. He shook his head the whole time, grunting what you could only assume was him saying no. That didn’t stop you from climbing off of your barstool and approaching them. You looked Elliott dead in the eye and tauntingly wiggled your fingers. The trickster paled; he could take on Rampart with no problem, but two against one? That wasn’t fair!

Elliott could’ve used his ultimate to escape, but that meant freeing up his hands to activate it. And he was too preoccupied with keeping Ramya’s tickling hands at bay. He caught her wrists and held them away from him, giving you the opportunity to get closer and closer. His muffled protests grew louder, and he decided to use Ramya as a human shield. She laughed and squirmed in his hold, making it that much harder for him to hold her…and much easier for you to jab a finger into his ribs. 

The trickster jumped and, despite his best efforts, laughed. Both you and Ramya barely had enough time to avoid the stream of water that followed. 

“Youhuhu cheheheater!” Elliott whined. Ramya wrenched her hand free and jabbed him in the side, making him yelp again. “Thihihis isn’t whahaht we agreed tohohoho!”

You gulped down your water and grinned. “So? It got you to laugh!” You pointed out, poking his stomach. “Which means I win!”

“Nohoho yohuhuhu DOHOHN’T--” Elliott’s breath hitched when Rampart grazed over a particularly sensitive spot on his side. He gave up on holding onto Ramya’s wrist and wrapped both arms around his torso. “This prohohoves my pohohint! You’ve gohoht nothing on mehehe!”

You narrowed your eyes, glancing at Ramya. The modder returned your gaze and grinned. 

“Go left.”

You happily obliged, pouncing towards Mirage’s left side. Rampart leapt from the right. Mirage screamed, loudly, and used his ultimate before either of you could grab him. You stumbled forward, phasing through one of the decoys. One of the Mirages was sprinting to the door, and you frantically pointed at it. 

“There! He’s running out the door!” You yelled. Rampart turned and gave chase, with you bringing up the rear. The real Mirage watched from the back of the room, smirking. He waited until Ramya was long gone before he ran up behind you, tackling you to the floor. You screamed as you went down, catching yourself with your arms. Elliott turned you on your back, trying to get you pinned. 

“You thought I was gonna run out of my bar?” he laughed. He caught one of your flailing arms and pinned it to the floor, using his free hand to poke at random spots on your torso. “I don’t know what’s worse: you chasing an obvious decoy, or you thinking you’ve won by cheating!”

You squirmed, fighting against his grip while giggling. “I dihihihdn’t chehehehat!” you squealed. You batted at Elliott’s wrist with your free hand. “It mahahahde yohuhu lahahahugh!”

Elliott scoffed. “We were supposed to tell jokes! You know that! But if you’re not gonna play fair,” he smirked, seizing your other arm and holding it down with his knee. “Then I won’t either!”

The panicked giggles spilled out of you as he clawed at your side. You writhed, trying to get some leverage on your arm, but Elliott was stronger than you and kept you still. So instead, you called for help. 

“RAhahahahahamya!” You screamed, bucking your hips when he scribbled across your stomach to get to your other side. “Cohohohohme bahahahahck!”

Elliott snorted. “She’s probably still running after the decoy! I wish I could see the look on her face..” He laughed. He scratched up to your ribcage and kneaded in between the bones. You arched your back, giggling louder.

“N-Nohohohohohoho!” You whined. You flinched when he grazed over the more sensitive ribs. This encouraged him to tickle even faster. “Leheheheht gohohohoho of mehehehe, Elliott!”

“Oh sure, buddy. I’ll let you go,” he agreed, now gently pinching at each rib. Your eyes snapped up to his and he grinned widely. “Right after you admit that I’m funnier than you.”

You shook your head, screaming “NEHEHEHEVER!” Mirage laughed. 

“Terrrrible choice, (Y/N)! I thought we were friends!” He raked his nails up and down the length of your ribcage, snickering at your yelps and laughs. “We could’ve buried the hat--no, hatch? Hatchet! That’s the word. But fine, be that way!” He tickled even higher and stuck his hand under your arm. He drilled his thumb into your armpit, making you cackle. 

“YOHUHU’RE NAHAHAT FUHUHUHNNY!” You shrieked. Elliott jabbed around your armpit and your loud laughter filled up the room. “OHOHOHNLY YOHUHUHU THIHIHINK THAHAHAT!”

“I dunno. This is the hardest I’ve seen you laugh, and I haven’t even told a joke.” He answered, poking your ribs before returning to your armpit. “I must be pretty funny. The funniest, actually. Which you should say if you want me to stop.”

You were stubborn. Stubborn, and still hopeful that Rampart would come back and save you. So you didn’t want to give into Elliott’s demands. You wouldn’t! You drummed your legs against the floor, hoping to alleviate some of the ticklish sensations. 

“I’M NAHAHAHAT SAHAHAHAYING IT!”

Mirage sighed heavily, as if tickling you pained him. “Alright, you brought this on yourself.” He shrugged, suddenly releasing your arms. Before you could retaliate, he pushed a hand onto each of your armpits, digging all ten fingers into your skin. You shrieked with laughter and squeezed your arms against your sides, but it didn’t stop the tickling.

“STAHAHAHAHA!” You cried out. You bucked your hips, hoping it’d throw him off, but he stayed right over your waist. He shook his head. 

“Nope! You know what to say to make me stop.” He responded, continuing to wriggle his fingers along your armpits. He thought you would’ve given in by now, but he didn’t mind too much. He found your laughter adorable, albeit loud, and was happy to keep tickling you until he heard the magic words. But you were stronger than you looked, and you were clamping down on his hands pretty hard. So he pulled his hands out of your armpits, pinned your arms back down with his knees, and revisited your torso. This time, he used his knuckles to knead into your sides, bringing your laughter back down to frantic giggles. 

“Plehehehehease!” Elliott was a softie, you knew that much about him. If he wouldn’t stop tickling you on his own, maybe he’d just start to feel bad and let you go. But this time, you couldn’t be any more wrong. His pride was on the line, and he’d defend it with everything in him! He gripped onto your side and squeezed it repeatedly, making you snort. “Ellihohohohohtt!”

“Yeeeesss?” He sang, alternating between your sides and happily squeezing away. You tossed from one side to the other, trying to get a clear word out, and getting nothing but giggles. “You ready to say those magic words?”

Again, you shook your head. Elliott squeezed across your waist, ending at your belly, and your breath hitched. The trickster acted like he didn’t hear it, but he did. He tickled over to your other side and then doubled back, poking at your stomach again, again, and again. Each poke earned him a shout of laughter. 

“Last chance, (Y/N).” He warned, gently stroking your stomach with his fingertips. You gasped and threw your head back, pinching your eyes shut from the force of your laughter. “Just say I’m funnier, and I’ll let bygones be bygones!”

“Okahahahy! Okahahahy!” You squeaked. Elliott slowed down so you could speak. “Yohohohu’re funnier! Yohohohu ahahahre!”

“Yeah? You think so?” He asked, squeezing the side of your tummy before returning to the gentle stroking. You nodded repeatedly. 

“Yehehehehes! Yehehehehes! Nohohohohw stohohohohp!”

“Pfft, of course you think so! I am the funniest Legend out there, after all.” He smiled; now, he should have let you go, given that you said what he wanted. But he was having a lot of fun, and wasn’t ready to let you go just yet. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. Now, say you’re sorry and I’ll let you go. Promise!”

“WHAT?”

You stared at the trickster in disbelief. That’s when the tickling pace quickened, and you sucked in your stomach. “I SAHahahahahaid it! Leheheheheht me gohohohohoho!”

“I will! After you apologize for cheating and for trying, and failing I should add, to tickle me.” Mirage’s tickling was getting faster, and you were teetering between wild giggles and hysterical laughter. “I’d expect that from Ramya, but not you. So you still owe me an apology!”

Somewhere, you found this surge of energy and renewed your struggling. “Nohohohow whohoho’s nohoht sticking tohohoho whahahat thehehy agrehehehed ON--”

Elliott decided to use both hands to tickle your tummy, squeezing and kneading over every inch of ticklish skin. He raised his voice over your cackling. “That’s a lot of words, buddy.” He chuckled, drilling his thumbs into both sides of your stomach. “I’m only looking for one, though! You know, starts with an s-, kinda rhymes with…uh…Mari?”

“NAHAHAHA! Gohohoho tohohoho hehehell!” You couldn’t help it. Elliott could be a real troll when he wanted to be. Elliott raised a brow and looked at you. You froze. 

“What did you say?” He asked, pushing his thumbs into your abdomen and tickling some more. You debated on repeating it, but ultimately decided against it and resumed shaking your head. Elliott smirked and leaned down towards you. 

“No, no. I just couldn’t hear you. Say it again, I’ll listen!” Then, without warning, Elliott tucked his head under yours, rubbing his stubble against your neck. You yelled and, with him still tickling your stomach, you fell into hysterics. 

“STOHOHOHOHOHP!”

The trickster snickered and pretended to still not hear you. “Hm, nope. Still can’t hear ya. Let me try this side!” He rubbed into the other side of your neck before you could bump his head away. You absolutely howled, and when Mirage moved his head to blow a raspberry into your belly, you fell into silent laughter. 

Finally, finally, he eased up on the tickling, leaving you in a puddle of giggles. He figured it was safe enough to let your arms go, but he stayed positioned over your waist just in case. 

“Sooo?” He smiled, gently tapping your belly. “Who’s the funniest Legend you know?”

“...You are…” You panted, still trying to catch your breath. He expectantly cocked his head to the side. 

“And?”

You groaned, but otherwise complied. “I’m sorry for…you know, cheating.”

Elliott climbed off of you, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “See, was that so hard?” He teased, laughing as you sprawled out on the floor. He would’ve teased you more if he didn’t hear his front door open and slam shut. When he looked over his shoulder, an indignant Rampart stormed into the bar. Elliott laughed some more. “Man, you got duped.”

“Shut up, I don’t wanna talk about it.” Ramya growled. She came over to Elliott’s side and peered around him to see you still on the floor. Judging by your disheveled appearance, she had a pretty good idea of what happened. She clicked her teeth, kneeling over and offering a hand. “Oh, mate. Don’t tell me you got your arse handed to you by this plonker.”

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and grabbed onto her hand, using it to pull yourself up. And you were still holding her hand when Elliott strolled over, draping his arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey, it happens to the best of us! But listen, if you think I’m sens--sen, well, you know. Which I’m not, because you uh, just surprised me.” He quickly corrected himself, gently squeezing your shoulders. “(Y/N) here is really ticklish. Probably the most ticklish legend in the Games…”

Your eyes widened and, before Ramya could tighten her grip on your hand, you let go and hurried to the door. You were still really tired, but hearing footfalls behind you gave you enough motivation to sprint…or at least try. Elliott followed after the two of you, putting his hands in his pockets. Sure, maybe ratting you out to Rampart was uncalled for, but at least you’d remember what would happen if you challenged him again. 

[angelatmidnight1]

Could you do a mirage x reader?

Hi! I'm so sorry this is late. I hope you like it. It's based off of the first reader insert fic I did.

Made You Look

Mirage finds out that you’re ticklish through your interactions with Octane, and he’s the last person you’d want to know about it. You can’t shake his playful gaze, and it gets worse the more you try to ignore it. You’re smart enough to avoid getting caught alone with him. At least, you thought you were. The Mirage that you’re looking at is a decoy; the real one is behind you.

Hot pizzas and cold drinks were an awesome way to wind down after a long week. At least, that’s what Mirage thought. After giving the delivery driver a generous tip, he brought the food into the ship’s common room and set it down on the table. That’s when he heard it: a high pitched yelp, followed by a crash and more screaming. Usually, that wasn’t a concerning thing to hear on the ship. When chaotic Legends, like Octane, Rampart, or even Fuse were all put together in one space, loud noises became a regular occurrence. In a way, it became normal.

But the scream he heard wasn’t normal. It sounded like someone had fallen, or they were under attack. Elliott frowned; now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Revenant lately…

Taking a breath, he ventured towards the noise. What started off as screams actually ended up as laughter.

He raised a brow and poked his head into the next lounge room.“Look, I’m the last guy who’d wanna ruin anyone’s fun, but…WHOA!” Elliott jumped out of the way as you burst out of the room.

“MOVEMOVEMOVE!” You screamed as you dashed down the hallway.

You’d spent the last hour messing with Octavio, teasing him about losing his last game to you. The last thing you did set him off; you claimed that maybe he wasn’t as fast as he thought he was, threw his mask across the room, and booked it. Well, Octane had enough of your shenanigans, and he was next to come running out, hot on your heels. All Elliott saw was a green dash whiz past him.

“Get back here!” Octavio growled. He easily caught up with you and leapt forward, tackling you and sending both of you crashing to the ground. You screamed again, and Elliott hurried after the two of you.

“Hey, take it easy! Or, ya know, at least don’t kill each other!” He called, quickening his steps to catch up to you both. “We do enough of that in the…”

The trickster gaped at what he saw; you, pinned down under Octane, and him tickling the crap outta you. You beat at his hands as they danced all over your torso, filling up the hallway with your laughter.

“Still got jokes, amigo/a? Huh?” Octavio smirked, reaching underneath your arms and scratching away at your armpits. You arched your back, squealing.

“NOohohohohohohoho! Ah! Stahahahahahap!” You protested, further trapping his hands as you squeezed your arms against your sides. “It’s nohohohot a johohohke if it’s truhuhue!”

The speedster narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands free, trailing back down to your ribs and sides. You laughed even louder and writhed against the ground. “It’s not true, you had Che’s help! Too bad she’s not here to help you now, eh?” He answered, chuckling. He used his thumbs to knead at the spaces between the ribs and the fleshiest parts of your sides. You swatted at his hands again, cackling, and he pinned your wrists above your head. “Not that it would’ve mattered! You’re so slow, I could’ve walked and caught up to you.”

You pulled against his grip, your response lost within the laughter. If you hadn’t been laughing so hard, you would’ve noticed that Elliott was still standing there, now watching the scene with amusement. When he first met you, he flirted with you nonstop, claiming that he was simply giving you a warm welcome. But he had no idea that you were ticklish! He smiled and put his hands in his pockets, stepping over the two of you to get back to the main lounge.

“Ya know what, I’ll just let you two sort it out. Don’t take too long though! Pizza’ll get cold.”

Not even the promise of pizza was enough to quell Octane’s wrath. Your head snapped up to Elliott while you made futile attempts to free up your arms. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!” You screamed as Octavio clawed at your belly, making your laughter take on a desperate pitch. “DOHOHOHN’T LEHEHEAVE MEHEHE, ELLIHOHOHOHTT!”

“Huh?” Elliott turned around and cupped his ear, as if he couldn’t hear you. “What’d you say? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you over there, (Y/N). Tell me later!”

“NO—“ You called after him, but the trickster left, leaving you victim to Octavio’s tickle attack…

When you saw Mirage again, he had a steaming pizza in his hand, and you were red in the face from laughing so hard. Elliott leaned against the frame of the door, a smirk gracing his lips. “You kids having fun?”

Octane glanced up from what he was doing—presently going to town on your neck—and slapped on a massive smile, “Sí, and it seems like (Y/N) is having a blast too…” He drilled his thumb into your underarm, making you shriek.

Mirage set down the pizza and plopped down onto the couch, pulling free a slice and laying back and smiling at the scene. “I can tell! (Y/N) is being super loud!” He had to speak up to talk over your cackles.

Eventually, Octane released you and got up to join Elliott. He collapsed on the couch next to the trickster and snatched a piece of pizza from Mirage’s plate. The older man glared at the younger and turned his body to shield his food. You, on the other hand, were currently sprawled out on the floor, struggling to catch your breath. The smell of pizza was heavenly, but you could hardly move a muscle because you were so tired.

“Come on, compadre, get up!” Octane teased, stuffing his face with yet another piece—that was his fourth.

Thankfully, Elliott had made more than one and had gotten up to retrieve it when the daredevil ate half of the other one. Mirage got back from the kitchen and knelt beside you, poking you in the side. You violently twitched and curled into yourself, glaring daggers into the older man. He snickered and got back to his feet, returning to his spot on the couch.

“Just makin’ sure you’re still with us, buddy. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check on you?” Elliott grinned. You scoffed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Maybe it was just you, but the trickster was giving you an awfully big smile. You’d even argue that it was too big.

“You’d be a better friend if you weren’t helping Octavio bully me.” You answered, giving Octane a side eye as you went to get some pizza. Octavio smirked and made a fake crying face at you, and you would’ve throttled him if you weren’t so tired. Mirage chuckled.

“I didn’t see any bullying! What I saw was perfectly innocent.” He argued. “Plus, it made you laugh.”

While you were getting your food, he swung his legs up on the couch. He elbowed Octavio. Octane flinched and gave him a strange look, watching him motion to you, to the couch, and then back to you. It took him a minute to realize what he wanted, but by the time you returned with your plate, Octavio had brought his legs up on the opposite side of the couch. Now, the only seat available to you was the one right next to Elliott.

Your eye twitched. You sat down beside the trickster, but leaned as far into the arm of the couch as possible. Maybe you’d be able to enjoy your food before it got cold. Well, Mirage left you alone for the first few bites. But then, he cozied up right next to you, trapping you between him and the couch. You peered wearily at him, taking small bites of your pizza. He didn’t do much, just sat there… smiling… watching… to say it made you slightly afraid is a monumental understatement. Eventually, you convinced yourself to just eat your food and ignore him, and you found yourself relaxing, just a smidge.

That’s all until you felt Elliott’s arm drape around your shoulders. You choked mid-chew and froze, staring up into that smug smile of his.

“So, (Y/N), when were you gonna tell me?” Elliott whispered into your ear, grinning wider as you fidgeted under his touch. By now, you were pretty much immune to the trickster’s charm, but that’s not why you were nervous. You knew what was coming, and everything about his actions told you that it was coming fast. Still, you were determined to play it cool. The other Legends hadn’t shown up for their pizza yet, so there was still hope.

“...Tell you what?”

You tried to appear uninterested while you took another bite of your pizza. But, Mirage was smarter than he let on. He moved his arm from your shoulders to your torso, squeezing your side. You yelped and went to jerk from the sensation, but Elliott held strong. Thankfully, Octavio had the tiniest attention span in the world, and was browsing his phone during the exchange.

“That you’re ticklish.” Elliott smirked. Instead of squeezing again, he gently stroked up your side, making you snicker. You held onto what was left of your food with one hand, trying to fend him off with the other one.

“I wahahsn’t gohohing to! Leheheave mehehe alohohne!” You whined. Mirage beamed and easily dodged your flailing hand, drumming his fingers at your rib cage.

“Nope! You can’t keep secrets from your greatest friend in the Outlands.” He laughed, jumping back to your side when you almost grabbed him. “It’s against the law. Should be, anyway.”

You squealed and sent the remnants of pizza flying, unable to successfully bat him away with one hand. The crust bounced off of Octavio’s head before it found the floor. Octane cringed and finally looked up from his phone. He glanced at the discarded pizza, then smirked at the scene beside him.

“Now you’re throwing food at me? That’s it!” Octane hopped across the couch so that you were now pinned between him and Mirage. You paled and went to push yourself off the couch.

“Nonono! I dihihidn’t---AH! ELLIOTT!”

The only response you got was a shit-eating grin as he jabbed you again in the rib. Then, while you were fighting off his hands, Octavio added to the chaos by squeezing your sides. Now you were really screwed. You screamed and shrieked, bucking around like a fish out of water. Both the boys couldn’t help but laugh; the sight of you thrashing around, making an assortment of sounds, was just too hilarious. Just before they could really tickle you, Pathfinder bounded into the lounge with Lifeline and D.O.C, bringing the tickle attack to a halt.

“Friends!” He greeted, cradling the drone like a baby. “I hope you saved enough pizza for us! I want to teach D.O.C. all about what my human friends eat so that he can grow up to be smart, like his daddy!”

Ajay let out an exasperated sigh. “Path, for the last time…D.O.C. ain’t ya kid. He’s mass produced…and ya ain’t gettin’ cheese all over my health drone!” She huffed, taking D.O.C. out of his arms. Path’s shoulders slouched and his monitor displayed a sad emoji; so, against her better judgment, she handed the drone back to him. “Ugh, fine…gwan get me a slice. But D.O.C. can only watch…understand?”

Path happily nodded and ran off to get the pizza. Ajay shook her head and finally turned to you, Mirage, and Octane. She blinked; you were still squished between them, and your face was red.

“(Y/N), ya alright?” The medic approached you, her eyebrows knit with concern. “Ya look…flustered.”

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The men dispersed with the biggest, smuggest grins on their faces, and it only made Che even more suspicious.

Lifeline’s presence made it possible for you to enjoy a full slice of pizza uninterrupted. Eventually, the other Legends poured into the room, drawn by the scent of food. Someone suggested turning on a movie. Surely with Ajay beside you, you’d be safe from Mirage and Octane’s antics, right?

Well, about halfway into the movie, Ajay excused herself to turn in for the night. The doctor was so tired from working in the medbay all day and couldn’t keep her eyes open. Octane, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still anymore and ran off to do something else. That left Mirage, Gibraltar, Horizon, and Wraith in your immediate vicinity. Dr. Somers was seated on your left and, because Lifeline left, there was a free seat to your right. You glanced at Mirage, hoping that he didn’t notice. But, not only did he notice, he gave you a cheeky grin as he got up and walked towards you.

You panicked, gathering the blanket Ajay had given you and bringing your legs up onto the couch. This didn’t deter the trickster, though; he marched right up to you and picked your legs up, moving them back onto the floor. You yelped in protest, earning a few stares, but Elliott just blinked at you innocently.

“What? This seat’s not taken, is it?” Elliott asked. He scooted as close as he could to you, going as far as pulling some of your blanket over himself. Now he was getting really cocky. You glared at him and wordlessly retreated towards Horizon. The last thing you wanted was to grace him with a response.

After that, it all went downhill. You weren’t even focusing on the movie anymore. All you could focus on was the slightest movement Elliott made as squeezed your knee underneath the blanket. You gasped and flinched.

“Stohop, Elliott!” You hissed between gritted teeth. You pressed a hand to your mouth, trying not to be loud, but the ticklish sensations along your knees made it extremely difficult. Elliott grinned and jumped to your hip, kneading the bone between his fingers.

“I’m not doing anything.” He whispered, extending his arm out to continue tickling as you squirmed away. You bit on your fingers, your snickers getting louder as you kicked at him. Wraith peered over at the two of you, distracted by the commotion, and she frowned.

“Elliott, (Y/N), knock it off.” She demanded. She sat up from her lounging position and glowered. “We can’t hear the movie with you making noise.”

You blushed and, after elbowing Mirage in the side, murmured an apology. You snatched the blanket away from him and laid against the astrophysicist’s arm. Dr. Somers looked at you and gave you a warm smile. She affectionately patted your hand and went back to watching the movie. There was a lull in the movie, and combined with the comforting presence of Horizon, you finally relaxed.

Unbeknownst to you, the trickster scooted back over to you ever so slowly, and snuck one hand underneath the blanket. One poke to your stomach made you scream, startling everyone in the room.

“...You good, bruddah?” Gibby asked, pausing the movie. All eyes were on you and you nodded frantically, blushing bright red.

“Y-Yeah! Sorry, I just…” You leered at the trickster and climbed off of the couch. “I, um…my leg’s cramping, that’s all. I’m just gonna get more popcorn.”

You retreated from the room as fast as you could. You hurried into the kitchen and buried your face into your hands.

Dammit, Elliott. You’re such an ass. You ran your hands through your hair a few times and took a deep breath. Then, as if the universe was against you, you heard footsteps behind you. You cringed; maybe it was Horizon? Wraith?

Nope, it was Elliott. At least, you thought it was. There was more than one way to get to the kitchen, and the trickster sent in a decoy after you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Let me help you get the popcorn!” He offered. He stepped closer to you, smirking. “It’s on a high shelf, easier if I get it for you.”

An idea popped into your head; if he wanted to pester you so badly, maybe you could give him a taste of his own medicine! You stepped aside and gestured towards the cabinet containing the popcorn, “After you!”

The trickster flashed you a smile and strutted over. You waited for the perfect moment before launching an attack. You gleefully reached for his sides…only for your hands to phase through his torso. You stared in bewilderment; even as the decoy faded away from existence, you remained standing, staring at your hands. You were so enthralled with the notion of being bamboozled, you didn’t hear the rapid footsteps coming up behind it. It was the sensation of fingers squeezing your sides and the shriek leaving your throat that snapped you back to reality.

You lunged forward in an attempt to escape from Elliott. You whirled around, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Mirage rapidly approached you, mirroring your retreating steps with his own. “You really thought you could pull a fast one on me?” He laughed. He extended his arms out and stretched them towards you with wiggling fingers. “ The good looking, perfectly handsome, king of bamboozles?”

You held up your own arms as a response, frantically looking around for an escape route. “Uh, you commented about your looks twice…” You mentioned, desperate not to get walked back into a corner.

Mirage grinned. “That’s because I’m that handsome. Anyway, back to you…” A mischievous smile spread across his face and, out of nowhere, he launched forward.

No amount of flailing or backpedaling away from him helped to protect you. He jabbed you in the ribs again, again, and again. Eventually, you were reduced to a squealing mess on the floor—your knees had given out, making you tumble to the ground. Mirage followed you to the ground, hovering over you, and pulled your arms off of your torso. He held them away from you with one hand, his other hand poking and prodding your stomach. You immediately burst out laughing, the ticklish jolts crashing onto you like a tidal wave.

“NOHOHOHOHO! GEHEHEHET OFF!” You screamed, not even caring if the others heard you at this point. Smirking, Mirage vibrated his hand across your stomach and ended up on your sides, where he repeatedly pinched them.

“Nope! There can only be one trickster around here, and that’s me.” He answered. You laughed even harder and arched your back, but Elliott easily stayed in place. “So I guess someone has to teach you a lesson! That someone being yours truly, of course.”

“WHAHAHAHAHAHT?!” You drummed your legs on the floor as he fluttered his nails against your rib cage. “Yohohuhu cahahn’t behehe seheherious! I dihihihdn’t dohohoho anythihihihng!”

Mirage joined in on your laughter. He slowed the tickling down to gentle strokes along each rib bone, giving you an opportunity to breathe.

“You totally did! First, you hid the super awesome secret that you’re ticklish from me. Me, of all people! And just now, you tried to bamboozle me!” He insisted, now poking at the spaces between each bone. You snickered and twisted your torso around. “That is unaccess—unac—I won’t stand for it!”

The trickster found a sensitive rib on each side of your rib cage, making you squeal. You pulled at your arms, testing his grip, but they didn’t move an inch. “Thahahat’s nohohot truhuhue!” You yelped. Although you were partially lying, you hadn’t been hiding anything! If anything, this was exactly why you didn’t tell him about how ticklish you were. “I wahahahasn’t—ah!”

Elliott suddenly jumped to the crook of your neck and scritched away. You sputtered and threw your head around, trying to trap his fingers, but all he had to do was switch to another side. You giggled madly and tried to protest, which only encouraged him to tickle even faster.

“Stahahahaha!” You whined. Mirage snickered, amused by your squirming, and he ducked his head down towards you.

“Aw, don’t you sound adorable! Try again, buddy, I don’t know what you’re saying!” He teased, beaming as your cheeks turned red. You glared at him, or at least tried to. Your eyes were tearing up from how hard you were laughing.

“Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehe!” You yelled, finally managing to squish his hand between your neck and shoulder. You panted, your eyes darting from him to his hands. Mirage made a dramatic look of realization while tapping his fingers against your neck.

“Oh, stop tickling you?” He repeated, wiggling his hand free from your neck. You didn’t answer, watching his hand slowly drop towards your torso. He rested a hand on your side and chuckled as you tensed up. “And miss out on these cute widdle giggles? No way!”

Instead of tickling your side, he walked his fingers across your stomach. You gasped loudly and arched your back, frantically pulling against his grip.

“NO! Ehehelliott, plehehease…” You pleaded. Elliott looked at you and gave a cheeky smile.

“Bad spot?” He asked, curiously pinching the side of your stomach. You responded by hollering and recoiling to the side. He did it again, just for fun, and laughed as you kicked at the ground. “Wow, I guess it is! Okay, (Y/N), since I’m the nicest guy in the Outlands…”

He held his hand just above the spot, wiggling his fingers in the air. You pinched your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable…but nothing happened. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and looked up at Elliott’s grin that filled you with dread.

“I’ll give it lots of tickles, just for you!”

“NO ELLIOTT!”

The trickster released your arms and dug both of his hands into your tummy. You screamed out a laugh and flailed at his hands, unable to get a good grip on them. Although you were laughing hysterically, Elliott got tired of you grabbing his hands, so he scooped both of yours back into his own.

“Here, since you clearly wanna hold my hand..” He teased, putting them over your head as he continued his assault on your tummy. Your cheeks burned red as you threw your head back, howling.

“STAHAHAHAHAHA!” You yelled. You flopped against the floor in hysterics but, instead of stopping, Elliott went back to those dreaded pinches that drove you up the wall. By the time someone finally came into the kitchen, your laughter was silent.

“..I think they’ve had enough, Elliott.” Came Wraith’s voice from the kitchen’s entryway. She stepped further into the room and approached the two of you. Luckily, she didn’t seem as annoyed as before. Elliott looked up, slowing his attack back down to gentle stroking.

“Aw, c’mon, Renee! We’re having fun!” He replied, mixing in a couple of pinches along with the gentle tickles. You hiccuped and twitched, clearly exhausted. Renee now stood right next to you, nudging the trickster with her foot.

“Elliott.”

Elliott groaned and withdrew his hands. “Alright, alright! I’ll stop.” He conceded. He let your hands go and crawled away to give you some space. This seemed to satisfy Renee enough, so she left the room after Mirage gave no indication that he’d pounce again. After a good ten minutes, you finally pushed yourself up into a seated position.

“Ugh…you suck.” You groaned, cautiously taking his hand when he offered it to you. Mirage snickered.

“Hey, that’s what happens when you try to trick me! Oh, and keep secrets, can’t forget about that.” He grinned. “But look, I think we can put all of this behind us after I get you that popcorn! Whaddaya say?”

“...Extra butter and make it snappy.”

For once, Elliott listened, and he made a big bowl of popcorn for you to share. Horizon and Gibby gave you small, knowing smiles once you two returned to the room, but you were too tired to notice. You were also too tired to enjoy any of the popcorn, finding sleep a much more appealing option. And Mirage made certain that when you fell asleep, your head ended up on his shoulder.

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Mirage Tickle Headcanons

I decided to scrap the old headcanons for Mirage and Rampart because I wasn’t feeling them. I like these better; hope you all like them too!

Lee:

A solid 7.5/10 on the ticklish scale, but you’d never know it. 

He’ll play off the question with his flawless charm.

“Pfft, me? Ticklish? Buddy, if you just wanted an excuse to touch me, all ya had to do was ask.”

If you push on and try to poke him, he’ll catch your hands and hold them at bay.

“Whoa, easy! Okay new plan, at least take me to dinner first!”

He will continue to weasel his way out of the question until you corner him and start tickling.

His bargaining increased tenfold and even with the cat out of the bag, he’ll still deny being ticklish.

“Wait! Wahahahit! I cahahan explain!”

Most ticklish on his sides, with his ribs coming in as a close second.

If you tickle either of those spots, he’ll be laughing too hard to get a clear word out.

And it’s his real laugh, not the one he’s perfected for the cameras.

Once he is able to speak, the bargaining starts up again; this time, he’s trying the guilt trip card.

“(Y/N)! Come on! I thohohought we wehehere friends!”

Chances are, he’s done or said something to warrant the tickling, so don’t feel too bad.

Deep, deep down, he doesn’t always mind being tickled. But you didn’t hear that from me!

Ler:

Rivals Wattson as the most playful ler in the Outlands.

He loves making people laugh, and jokes aren’t the only thing at his disposal.

If he is friends with you, he has no problem giving you a playful poke after he bamboozled you.

If you jump, squeal, or show any signs that it tickled, he’ll grin from ear to ear.

“Well well well, looks like someone’s ticklish, huh?”

Expect more tricks and tickles coming your way.

A lot more.

He will poke you, psych you out with his ultimate, and keep on poking until you’re on the floor laughing.

“Jeez, (Y/N). Am I really that funny? Ah who am I kidding, of course I am.”

He’s the best and he knows it, and he’ll want you to say it too.

So when he asks you who’s the funniest, best looking Legend you know, it’s a trick question with only one answer.

If you say anyone else but him, you’ll be laughing for quite a while.

Hope you didn’t have any plans.

…But if you did, there’s no better Legend to spend them with, right?

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hey so earlier i made a rampart/ valk request, and later came across this post https://twitter.com/CaitySecret/status/1384677115132616706?s=19 and thought it would make for a better/ nicer prompt since mirage could easily overpower rampart and that could catch valk's attention sooo yeah ;) thnx :p

Put It On My Tab

After a rough match, Valkyrie’s jetpack is out of commission, so she takes it to Rampart’s workshop for repairs. She has some “frequent flyer miles” with the modder and normally gets the work done for little or no charge...until today, that is. Although Ramya doesn’t mind doing solids for her friends, she hasn’t received a dime from Kairi, and doesn’t want to give a pass this time. No amount of convincing and promises work this go round, so what’s a flightless pilot to do? Well, Kairi’s a woman of many talents, and one of those talents is charming women off their feet. She makes a comment that, surprisingly, makes Ramya blush. And when Mirage joins the fray, it all goes downhill from there, especially when Elliott reveals how ticklish she is.

“C’mon Ramya, just hear me out…”

Valkyrie tried to appeal to Rampart again, but the modder held up a hand to silence her. Her damaged jetpack sat in the center of a table in Ramya’s workshop, which the younger woman circled slowly. Rampart stuck her hand out and grabbed one of the wings, muttering to herself. Just touching it almost made it come off completely because of how bent it was. She tsked and shook her head, slipping the welder’s hood over her face.

“Oh, you wanna tell me how ya screwed the pooch here? Knock yourself out.” Ramya scoffed. She grabbed her welder from under the table, took the bent wing, and went to work. Kairi rolled her eyes and hopped into a nearby stool, putting her feet up on the accompanying table.

“Well, I do participate in a literal bloodsport. Things tend to get a little--” Another piece fell off the jetpack, and Ramya cursed under her breath. She raised the table higher. Valkyrie sighed. “...Things tend to get a little flash fried, from time to time. Kinda comes with the package.”

Ramya welded together what she could and turned it off. She lifted the hood off her face, spinning the jetpack around so the pilot could see the damage for herself. “Yep, but thrusters, fuel tanks, jets…’fraid that comes outta pocket, mate.”

Kairi looked at her, giving her a sheepish, but hopeful grin. “Good thing I have those frequent flyer miles, huh? From the Rampart herself?”

Surprisingly, Ramya shook her head. “Nope, this one’s on you.” She corrected, ducking underneath the table and fishing out a cold soda from her cooler. She popped it open and took a swig, plopping down next to the now-gaping Valkyrie.

“What?” The pilot spat, swinging her legs off the table. “Why? What happened to my tab?”

Ramya arched her brow, staring at her like she had two heads. “Hey, I put it on your tab the last time ya totaled this, and that was just a few weeks ago. This ain’t comin’ outta my pocket.”

“Ramyaaa…” Valkyrie whined, earning an exasperated look from the modder.

“I told you to buy the extended warranty. And what’d you say? Nah, it’s no big deal. I’ll take good care of her. Won’t even get a scratch.” Rampart made her voice a bit higher, mocking her, before taking another swig of her soda. “I guess you were right about one thing. Ya didn’t just get a scratch, you blew the bloody wings off, too.”

“Alright, alright.” Kairi threw her hands in the air, conceding. “You’re right. I shoulda listened to you and got the warranty. I got it. Just cover me this one last time, and I’ll make it up to you.”

Rampart sighed and shook her head. “I can’t, Kairi. You did a doozy on your baby here, and it’s gonna cost a lot to get it fixed. I’d help ya if I could, but you’re gonna have to eat this one.”

Valk groaned, snaking her fingers through her hair. “Well, can you at least tell me what the damage is?”

Ramya told her, and the pilot nearly fell out of her chair. “I don’t have that kind of money! Look, just put it on my tab, and I’ll pay ya back as soon as I’m able to.”

“Sorry, no can-do.” With that, the modder hopped off her stool. She downed the rest of her soda, tossed it in a trash bin, and immediately stuffed her face with some gum. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” She continued, half chewing with her back facing Kairi. “There aren’t any games for the next couple of days. You should be able to come up with something by then. Besides, a lil walkin’ never hurt anyone.”

“I’m a pilot. Pilots fly.” Kairi frowned. She climbed off her stool too and gently put her hand on her right shoulder, making her turn around. “Don’t make me beg, Ramya. You’re a businesswoman, and I wanna do business. Can’t we make a deal?”

It looked like Rampart was going to shrug her off, so Valk pressed on, slightly backing her towards the table. She brought her free hand up to put it on her other shoulder. “How about this: I give you half of what you need now, you start the repairs and…” She smiled, giving the modder a subtle once-over before gently squeezing her shoulders. Kairi wasn’t sure where she and Loba stood at the moment, so a little bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt, right? “Maybe I could take you out on the town tonight, show you a good time. I may not have my jetpack, but I think I could still take you to Cloud Nine.”

Now Ramya was convinced she was crazy. The absurdity of her offer made her burst out laughing, and she pushed the pilot away. “No way am I sleepin’ with you, Kairi. That ain’t the kind of business I run.” She snickered, wiping a tear from her eye. Valkyrie cocked her head to the side, giving the modder an amused look.

“...What’re you talking about?” Kairi chuckled. She crossed her arms against her chest and leaned back against the table, grinning. “Cloud Nine is the name of a bar, Ramya. And I normally get there by flying. I was talking about getting drinks.”

Ramya blinked, whirling around to face the grinning pilot. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She never missed a beat in any of her conversations. Never! So, to make such a blunder left her speechless, and made her feel that much more embarrassed. “Well, why didn’t you just bloody say that!” She yelled, her face turning bright red. “I’ve never been there!”

“Clearly not.” Kairi laughed, side stepping the modder so she didn’t get punched. “Whoa, easy! I love a rough woman just as much as anyone, but we’ve gotta slow down.”

Rampart growled. “There ain’t no we, especially since I know you still have the hots for Loba.” She fired back. Valk narrowed her eyes, making Ramya smirk, but she quickly recovered.

“Aw, I didn’t take you for the jealous type. That’s kinda cute.” Kairi answered coyly, laughing as the modder lunged at her again. “Hey! What did I say?! If you’re this eager, maybe we should skip drinks and get a room, huh?”

“SHUT UP!”

Ramya shouted, making another swing at her, only to miss her by inches. Kairi was just as nimble on the ground as she was in the air, but Rampart was determined to take her down. She lunged again, but Kairi caught her wrists, so Ramya swept her leg over hers and tripped her. Valkyrie yelped, accidentally letting go of her, and fighting to get her off of her waist. So, when Mirage stepped into the workshop, wanting to bring her snacks while she worked, there was quite a scene in front of him. He blinked, closing the door behind him, and approached the feuding women.

“Sheesh, Ramya. You call that customer service?” Elliott chuckled. Valkyrie’s head popped up at the sound of his voice while she pushed at Ramya’s shoulders.

“Little help here?! She’s crazy!” Kairi yelped, having to bite her lip when Ramya prodded at her ribs. If she wanted a reason to laugh, Ramya was gonna give her one. Rampart perked up, noticing her expression, but Mirage had gotten behind her before she could push further.

“Pfft, don’t I know it. Come on, Ramps, leave her alone.” Elliot spoke, reaching under her arms to lift her up. “There’s no need to fight! Let’s just, ya know, talk it out.”

Rampart flinched and brought her arms down over his hands. Now, instead of trying to pummel Kairi, she had to fend him off. “No! You didn’t hear what she said!” She snapped. She squeezed her left arm against her side while batting at Witt’s arm. Problem was, Elliott had a hand on each of her armpits, and he didn’t need a reason to tickle her. Hell, he’d do it for free! Mirage smiled, winking at Valkyrie, before shrugging.

“Alright, you brought this on yourself.” He sighed, wiggling his fingernails against her armpits. Ramya squeaked, her eyes widening, and she hugged both arms against her sides.

“Nohoho!” Ramya yelled, her giggling growing louder and more prominent the faster he scratched. She swung her torso around and wildly flailed her arms. “Dahahahamn it! Geheheheht off mehehehe, Elliohohohott!”

Elliott laughed and kept on tickling, making her flop against the ground. That’s when he stopped and hooked his arms around her torso, pulling her backwards so that her back was flush against his chest. Rampart screamed and lurched forward, but the trickster pulled her back and held her wrists above her head. Valkyrie watched the scene with interest.

“Yikes, what’s up with her?” She asked, smirking. Kairi sat up and smiled at the modder, whose face was now red for an entirely different reason. Rampart fought against Mirage’s hold with all her strength, especially as Valk inched closer to them.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Mirage grinned, putting both of her wrists in his left hand. Then, he squeezed at her side, earning some loud giggles. “Rami here is really ticklish. But don’t tell anyone! She hasn’t come to terms with it yet.” He continued, beaming down at his roommate. “Isn’t that right, Ramya?”

Rampart’s face burned red from exterion and embarrassment as she drummed her legs against the floor, shaking her head. “Nohohohoho! Gehehehet thehe hell off meehehehehehehe!” She repeated, bucking her hips when he poked her stomach. He poked a couple times before he vibrated his hand against her tummy, making her scream. “Stahahahahahah! I’m gohohohnna--gohohohohnna kill yohuhuhu--”

It was Kairi’s turn to laugh as she plopped down on top of the modder’s legs, further pinning her down. Rampart cursed and bucked her hips, trying to throw her off, so the pilot grabbed them and curiously drilled her fingers into the bones.

“GAH! Kahahahahari dohohohn’t yohuhuhu tohohouch mehehehehe!” Ramya squealed. The goal was to sound menacing, but she only sounded like an even gigglier schoolgirl. She threw her torso around, trying to pull away from her fingers, making Valk chuckle.

“Or what? You gonna laugh?” Kairi teased, squeezing her hips a few times before she trailed to her sides. Instead of wrecking her, she gently stroked and pinched them, drawing out another squeak and a fresh wave of giggles. “Whoa, you weren’t kidding, Elliott. Ya know, it’d be a real shame if I somehow found out where she’s most ticklish. For informational purposes, of course.”

Ramya’s head snapped up to Elliott, who’d stopped tickling her stomach, moreso focused on keeping her pinned down. He met her glare and smirked.

“Yeah, that’d be terrible, wouldn’t it? I’d hate to be in your shoes, Ramya, if Kairi here knew about--”

“DOHOHOHOHN’T!” The modder screamed all of a sudden when Kairi buried her fingers into her exposed armpits, scratching furiously. Her frantic giggling spiked up to laughter and she writhed in his hold. “DOHOHOHN’T SAHAHY IT, YAHA IHIHDIOT!”

Mirage playfully gasped, poking and scraping at her neck. Ramya sputtered and whipped her head around, laughing louder. “I mean, if you’re just gonna threaten me and call me names, then I think she has every right to know!”

With that, Elliot’s hand went from her neck to her ribs, prodding at the spaces between the bones. Ramya shrieked and howled with laughter. He didn’t stay there long; he only wanted to show Valk where to tickle. After jabbing between the bones, he ran his nails up and down the length of her rib cage, snickering at her panicked laughter and swearing.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONO! STAHAHAHAHAP IT!” Ramya yelled, unable to restrain the laughter that, quite literally, burst out of her. She repeatedly pulled down on her arms, but Mirage was much stronger than her, so they stayed above her head. Elliott tickled all the way back to her stomach, scribbling around her navel, earning another shout of laughter. “SEHEHERIOUSLY! STAHAHAHA!”

The trickster smiled and stopped tickling, but Kairi was still teasing her sides, so Ramya continued giggling. “Got all that?” He asked, poking a finger back into her ribs to make her laugh again. “She’s pretty much ticklish everywhere, but her ribs are her death spot.”

“Got it.” Valkyrie nodded. She raised her hands and tauntingly wiggled her fingers at the modder. Ramya breathed raggedly, watching and glaring at her to mask the unfamiliar, gnawing feeling of dread.

“Mate, unless you want to end up havin’ sugar in your fuel tanks, ya best let me up. Now.” She warned, visibly tensing up as the older woman lowered her hands. Valkyrie grinned.

“Funny you should mention that actually, cause I distinctly remember talking to you about some…repairs that I need done.” Kairi’s grin widened at the look of realization on her face. Her hands hovered above her rib cage, but didn’t touch, only clawing at the air above. Ramya’s breath hitched and she recoiled against Elliott’s chest, making him chuckle. “Unfortunately, I’m a little short right now. So, I was wondering if you’d do me a solid and put the bill on my tab.”

She tapped at her lower ribs, working her way up the rib cage. Ramya reeled forward, writhing and desperately trying to shield herself with her arms. She shook her head and grit her teeth.

“I alreheheady sahahaid nohoho!” She snapped, squealing loudly when Kairi swiped her nails against the bones. The pilot smiled, scritching up to the ribs in the center, and stroking them with her fingertips.

“I know. But like I said, you’re a businesswoman, and I wanna negotiate.” Kairi upped the tickling pace, scribbling up and down the center of her rib cage, making the modder thrash and cackle. “So, how about you put the bill on my tab, and we call it a day?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Ramya screamed, thumping her head against Mirage’s chest as Valk clawed at her ribs. She balled up her hands into fists, laughing harder. “PAHAHAHY IT YA DAHAHAHMN SEHEHEHEHLF!”

“Well I would, but I’m short on cash, remember?” Valkyrie repeated, reaching her uppermost ribs and gently kneading the bones. This prompted a stronger reaction, and Kairi had to squeeze her legs around Ramya’s thighs so she didn’t fall off. “Let me rephrase this: put it on my tab, or I’ll keep tickling you.”

“NAHAHA FAHAHACK OFF!” Rampart fired back, filling up the workshop with her hysterical laughter. The pilot smirked and kneaded back down her rib cage, pinching the two in the center, before giving her lower ribs the same treatment. It tickled so bad, Kairi could tell. If Mirage hadn’t been holding her arms, she was certain she’d end up with a black eye. Ramya hollered and continued laughing; she kept on struggling to free herself, but Witt held strong, and he was the only one she could appeal to. After all, the trickster was a big softy anyway, surely he’d feel bad and let her go, right?

“ELLIHOHOHOHTT!” The modder wailed and arched her back when Kairi poked at the fleshy area where her rib cage ended. That gnawing feeling of dread intensified; it was, by far, her worst spot. “LEHEHEHET GOHOHOHO OF MY FAHAHCKIN AHAHARMS!”

Mirage snickered, tilting his head up slightly so he didn’t get headbutted. “First of all, watch your language! And secondly, I think Kairi asked you to do something else.” He responded, gently fluttering his nails back into her armpits. “Oh! And thirdly, you totally deserve this! You think I forgot about last time?”

Ramya frantically shook her head, the panic settling in as Valkyrie kept poking and scribbling against the spot. Now, she wasn’t one to beg; she wouldn’t even dream of it. But, she’d put all of her energy into struggling, and four tickling hands was enough to make anyone abandon ship. She repeatedly thumped her head against Elliott’s chest, letting out a screaming laugh as the pilot made circular, scratching motions underneath her rib cage.

“K-KAHAHAHAHARI STAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rampart yelled. The ‘please’ was just at the tip of her tongue, but she choked it back. The very thought of the word was enough to make her gag. “I AHAHAHIN’T FIHIHIHXIN’ ANYTHIHIHIHIHNG!”

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that!” Kairi laughed, slowing down the tickling to give her a chance to breathe. She went back to gently stroking her ribs, reaching underneath her jacket for easier access. Ramya hiccuped and giggled heavily. “I’m not asking for much here. Just cut me some slack, and I’ll let you go.”

Ramya groaned, snorting when Kairi’s nails flicked against the bottom of her rib cage. As much as she wanted the tickling to stop, she was too proud to give into what she wanted. She bit her lip, suppressing the lingering giggles, before she finally spoke up. “Yohohu alrehehady gohoht an answer.” She insisted, yelping when Mirage poked back into her neck. “Bad enough that you’re grohounded, I didn’t take ya as a deaf plonker too.”

Mirage and Valkyrie both looked at her, their eyebrows raised. Then, without warning, she clawed along the length of her rib cage, paying special attention to the fleshy part underneath. Ramya’s energy returned and she screamed loudly, immediately falling back into hysterics because of how hypersensitive her ribs became. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Mirage chuckled and went back to tickling her armpits. “Even I coulda told you that was a bad idea, Ramya.” He teased. He knew his next move was risky, but with Valkyrie still on top of her legs, he felt comfortable enough to do it. He released her arms and stuck his hands under them faster than she could bring them down, jabbing into both hollows. Ramya yelled and squeezed her arms against her sides, but it didn’t block the ticklish sensations.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rampart screamed and batted at Valkyrie’s hands, going as far to grip onto them, but the pilot kept going. Valkyrie grinned and used her fingertips and knuckles to gently knead beneath the rib cage, snickering as she arched her back.

“Sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you, with me being deaf and all!” Kairi retorted, continuing to knead and scribble all along the bottom of her rib cage. “You’ll have to try again. But here’s a pro tip, start it with ‘Sure, Kairi. I’ll put it on your tab.’”

Ramya’s stubbornness was waning now, and Mirage tickling her armpits wasn’t helping. When she couldn’t pull Kairi’s wrists away, she went for him instead, trying to squeeze his hands off of the spot. She alternated between the two, howling with laughter, only to give in after another five minutes of nonstop tickling.

“ALRIHIHIHGHT!” The modder cried out, her stomach muscles aching from how hard she was laughing. “I’LL DOHOHOHOHO IT! I’LL DOHOHOHO IT! STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Mirage had to admit, he was getting a little worried about her breathing, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Both he and Valkyrie stopped tickling her, and the pilot gave her a grateful, yet completely smug grin.

“Really? You’d put all that on my tab, just for me?” Kairi put her hand over her heart, her grin widening. “That’d be awesome! Thanks a bunch.”

Rampart laid her head back against Elliot’s chest, panting heavily. “Whatever...bloody moocher.” She grumbled, slowly looking up to the trickster. She glared at him, mouthing ‘you are dead’. Elliott blew her off, ignoring the dread eating at him.

“Well, I’m just glad you two could make a deal! But hey, I gotta ask, what did you say to Ramya anyway?” Mirage asked, pulling the modder into his arms and standing up with her. He quickly put her down to keep her from trying anything, subtly moving closer to Valkyrie. Kairi perked up, smirking at Ramya and putting her arm around her shoulders.

“Let’s just say she thought I was making an...indecent proposal.” She chuckled. Elliott initially looked confused, that is, until Valkyrie explained what she’d meant. That conversation ended up with the two of them laughing, and the trickster taking the ladies to the best bar in the Outlands: Paradise Lounge. Rampart went along too...even if Kairi had to carry her.

I hope this was to your liking anon! I had a ton of fun writing it, and used these voicelines to help me out. Valkyrie's surprisingly fun to write for.

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If We Could Turn Back Time

A/N: So, this idea came to me randomly and I was too excited not to write it. I was inspired by Horizon’s and Mirage’s voice lines and the song Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. I love the mother-son dynamic between the two characters, and I wrote this story with that in mind. Space mom is best mom, and I hope you like the story!

Before joining the Apex Games, Horizon made a promise to her dear son, Newton. She promised that she would return home safe and sound after she returned from her dangerous mission. She made this promise before Dr. Reid betrayed her and left her to die in a black hole. Eighty-seven years have passed since Horizon made this promise, but the astrophysicist remains determined to see it through. This is especially true on January 6, the day that would’ve been her son’s eighty-eighth birthday. Horizon, using her current winnings from the Apex Games, hunkers down inside her lab to conjure up a new spacecraft that would take her back in time to be with him. Everything goes smoothly until it unexpectedly crashes, but Horizon is determined to get it working. The astrophysicist becomes so engrossed in her work that she forgets that she was supposed to have tea and scones with Mirage. The trickster heads to her lab and finds a tense, tear-stricken Horizon. Elliot panics and rushes to her side, urging her to talk to him. Dr. Somers voices her frustrations, even going as far to denounce herself as a mother for leaving Newton behind. Horizon breaks down moments later; Elliot steps in to put a smile back on her face. 

“Repulsors, check…” Horizon chewed on her pen as she rounded the corner in her lab. She had a clipboard in her hand with her latest blueprints taking up the majority of the page. The astrophysicist had spent a considerable amount of time on the spacecraft’s design, and she was certain that she covered every detail down to a T. All that was left to do was to test it. 

“Stabilisers, check…” She looked up from the clipboard as she approached the spacecraft. She ran her hand along the smooth surface of the ship, humming thoughtfully. There were no scratches, no dents, no holes...everything seemed to be in place. Dr. Somers rounded the spacecraft once, twice, and even a third time before she felt comfortable enough to enter it. This is going to work… She thought. It has to.

“Best buddy…?” Horizon called out expectantly and hugged her clipboard to her chest. There was a brief delay before N.E.W.T. came floating in the room after her, beeping happily. She turned to her bot and grinned, stepping up onto it and laughing when he did a little spin. “Check.”  

N.E.W.T. carried the scientist over to a small panel on her leftmost wall. The panel served as a mechanism that would simulate zero gravity inside the laboratory. Horizon flicked a switch on the panel and gently tapped her foot against the bot. The bot compiled by carefully boosting her upwards so that she could float back over to the spacecraft. Horizon settled into the seat with N.E.W.T. nestling beside her. 

“Alright, little Newtie,” She said with a hopeful smile, “"Let's have a wee play with the laws of physics, shall we?"

N.E.W.T. beeped in the affirmative and watched as the scientist gripped the thrusters. She powered up the spacecraft and beamed as it roared to life. The sound grew louder and a bright light emitted from the propulsion systems. The spacecraft rose into the air and hovered in place, which made Horizon cheer. It was working! Recreating the ship she took in the past was a small step towards home, but it was progress. The scientist slowly steered the ship towards her left and right hand side to test the mobility. Then, she decided to do a full 360 degree turn, which is where the ship began to shake. 

“Easy, girl. Just a wee bit higher…” Dr. Somers murmured, squeezing the thrusters and steering the ship further up. A low whine emitted from the spacecraft as a response and, much to the scientist’s disappointment, the ship came crashing down moments later. Horizon squeaked and pulled N.E.W.T. into her lap, looking down at him worriedly. 

“You alright, darlin’? Are ya hurt?” The astrophysicist scanned the bot for any dents and patted the top of his head soothingly. N.E.W.T. beeped and flickered his light twice. It was a system they had; one flick meant yes, two flicks meant no. Horizon breathed a sigh of relief before she climbed out of the ship. She floated back over to the panel to switch off the zero gravity simulation. Her Spacewalk perk allowed her to gracefully land on the ground, and she took another breath as she approached the spacecraft. The leftmost delta wing had fallen off and both of the ship’s boosters were cracked. The astrophysicist let out a mild curse as she assessed the damage. 

“Damn it...was it a miscalculation somewhere? A six where there should’ve been a seven?” Horizon mumbled to herself as she looked at her clipboard again. She didn’t immediately see the error and dropped the clipboard on her desk with a sigh.  N.E.W.T. hovered over to her and nudged her leg, looking up at her. Dr. Somers looked down and leaned over to pet him again. “We’ll get this, Newtie.” She affirmed, her eyes finding the damaged ship. But then, she looked at her desk again and saw the small, framed picture of her and her son. “We promised.”

After repairing the spacecraft’s damages, Horizon made another attempt to steer it through the air...only to be met with the same results. She wrung her hands through her red hair and, after some more repairs and new calculations, tried to fly it again. But, this time, she couldn’t even get the ship into the air! The repair-recalculate-crash pattern continued well into the early evening hours, and didn’t stop there. After another crash, which completely destroyed the right side of the ship, the astrophysicist angrily dropped her clipboard onto her desk. 

“No, no, NO! I had it!” Horizon yelled, abandoning the ruins of the ship and dropping into the chair at her desk.  N.E.W.T. flinched and fled to the corner of the room.  The astrophysicist buried her face into her hands and exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry, Newtie. I didn’t mean to scare ya. It’s just--he’s countin’ on me. It’s the one thing that he ever asked me to do...just keep a promise…” She stated in a whisper, glancing up to her son’s picture again. Horizon let out a shaky breath as she took the picture in both of her hands. A tear slipped down the woman’s face and, pretty soon, more tears followed suit. 

In the corridor that led to Horizon’s lab, Mirage came strutting down with a grin on his face. The trickster had scored another win in the Apex Games, totaling up to his fifth win in a row. After the game, he spent time interviewing, signing autographs, and taking selfies with his fans. He snagged a copy of the magazine that had his face on the front cover before hurrying to Horizon’s lab. The astrophysicist had invited him over for tea and scones after his game, and Mirage had plenty to talk about! The trickster strolled right up to the laboratory door and rapped his knuckles against it.

“Hey hey, Dr.Somers! I’m here and ready to par-tea!” He chuckled; he was proud of that one. Normally, he would hear machines humming from inside the lab...but it was oddly quiet. The astrophysicist was also normally quick to answer the door and deliver a pun of her own which, he had to admit, were pretty good. So, for a solid minute, Elliot stood at the door and waited for any indication that she was around. Certainly she didn’t forget about him coming over? Mirage waited a bit longer and, the disappointment weighing down on him, finally turned to leave. But then, the door opened with a gentle squeak. 

“There you are!” Mirage grinned and faced the door. “I started to think you forgot about me! I even got a little miss-tea eyed---”

The trickster stopped speaking when N.E.W.T. floated into the hallway. Mirage furrowed his eyebrows; how did he manage to open the door? The bot looked up at him and beeped softly, nudging the side of his foot. 

“Oh, hey buddy.” Elliot smiled and knelt down to the bot’s level. “Where’s Horizon? Is she here? If not, I can come back later! I don’t wanna, ya know, be a  nuance--news--...you know what, I can just come back later.”

N.E.W.T. beeped again and nudged Mirage’s foot with urgency. “What?” Elliot’s brows furrowed again and he stood back up. The bot got in front of him and blocked the path back that would lead him away from the laboratory. “You wanna show me something?”

N.E.W.T. hovered up and down before floating further into the laboratory. The bot kept looking back to see if the trickster was following him and, when he didn’t come right away, he beeped sadly. 

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” Elliot entered the laboratory and closed the door behind him. He half expected Dr. Somers to be waiting for him on the other side of the door, but there was still no sign of her. He hesitated; he had been in her lab plenty of times, but didn’t normally roam around unless she said it was alright. He didn’t want to accidentally get sucked into another dimension! But, the bot seemed anxious as it led the trickster up to another large door. Mirage sighed and helped N.E.W.T. open the door before heading into the room. 

“Oh, Newtie, I told you. I'm fine.” Horizon spoke quietly from the opposite side of the room. Her back was facing the door so Elliot couldn’t see her face, but the trickster could hear a quiver in her voice. N.E.W.T. beeped sadly again and bumped Mirage’s shoe, his optic going from him to Dr. Somers. Elliot cleared his throat and tentatively stepped further into the room, startling the astrophysicist. “Dr. Somers? You okay?” 

“Elliot! Oh goodness, dear, you scared me.” Horizon started to turn and face the trickster, but stopped halfway and kept her back to him. She was still sitting at her desk and had something in her hand that Mirage couldn’t see. “How did you manage the door? I’m sure I locked it…”

“N.E.W.T. opened it,” Mirage explained before walking towards the scientist. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re--whoa!” The trickster paused and finally noticed the destroyed ship. “What happened there?”

“Bloody thing crashed. I had her in the air just a few hours ago, and  now she won’t fly. I’ve run tests, redid all of my calculations, patched her up…” Horizon’s voice got louder the more she spoke, which startled Mirage. He’s never heard her yell before, not even when they were participating in the Games. It was then that the scientist finally turned around, and Mirage could see her red, teary eyes. “I know there’s something I’m missing. But I just---I don’t know what it is. And I have to do this, Elliot, I have---”

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s okay,” Mirage panicked and immediately rushed to Horizon’s side. He hated to see others upset; it tore him up inside. He put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re the smartest person I’ve met, Dr. Somers. I’m sure you can rebuild it.”

Horizon shook her head and wiped her eyes. “There’s more to it than that…” She whispered, handing over the picture she was holding.  It was a younger Horizon holding a smiling boy in her arms. “Today is Newton’s birthday,” She sniffled, “And I’m no closer to home than I when I left.”

“Oh…” Mirage held the picture and looked at it thoughtfully. It reminded him of the pictures he’d take with his own mother. For a moment, he felt a pang of sadness in his own heart, but then he refocused on the woman in front of him. “It looked like you two were close.”

“Oh, he was a rascal.” Dr. Somers stepped closer so that she could look at the photo too. “Couldn’t get him out of trouble before he fell back in again.” Dr. Somers wiped her eyes and smiled faintly. “When I told him I was leaving, he bawled from sun up to sun down. I thought he’d try to sneak into the car just to come with me. But that night, I sat him down and said, ‘Dinnae worry, Newtie. Yer maw will be back before you know it. I promise.”

Horizon’s eyes threatened to spill over again. “The world was about to destroy itself, Elliot. The world that my little boy was going to inherit one day. I didn’t want that to happen. All we needed was Branthium. But when I look back...” She gently touched the corner of the frame. “All I can think about is my wee boy waiting for his maw to come back. He waited so many years and...oh, Elliot, what kind of mother leaves her child behind?”

Dr. Somers began to cry and Mirage gently pulled her in for a hug. “Aw, Dr. Somers, don’t cry.” The trickster rubbed her back, and Horizon rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m sure he knew how much you loved him. I mean, you went to save the world. All for him! That had to make you a superhero in his book.” Elliot tried to lighten the mood but when she sobbed, all he could do was hug her tighter. 

“...Maybe, Dr. Somers, instead of thinking about the lost time…” Mirage continued after her sobbing calmed down a bit, “Think about the time you did spend with Newton. The times where you two laughed together, spent time together, ate some good food. Ya know, the good times.” 

Horizon met Elliot’s eyes after another moment of silence and nodded. “Aye, you’re right. We did share some fond memories together.” The astrophysicist responded with a small smile gracing her face. She recalled a memory of her and Newton at dinner, where he decided to stick carrots inside of his nose and pretend to be a walrus. At the time, Mary worried that he’d accidentally get the carrots stuck; but now, it was just one of the many things that Newton did that made her smile. Mirage beamed when he saw Horizon smiling. 

“There we go. You’re smiling already! Just keep those thoughts in mind and it’ll be much easier to build something that’ll take you back to your son.” Mirage smiled, “It also helps that you can literally control the universe.” 

Dr. Somers’ smile brightened as she wiped her eyes again. “Well...”

“You can! I’ve seen it first hand. N.E.W.T. is out of this world.” Mirage smiled some more when the woman chuckled. “Oh, did you like that joke?” The trickster grinned, “Because I totally didn’t planet.”

Mary finally laughed and shook her head. “You’re funny.” She giggled, seeing N.E.W.T. float over to them and look up at her. She let out a little sigh as she knelt down to pet him. “I’m sorry, Newtie. Yer maw’s just feeling a bit forlorn. But there’s no replacing you, dear. You’re my best friend.” 

N.E.W.T. perked up and beeped happily, cuddling against her side. This made Horizon laugh again, and the gears in Mirage’s head started turning. Mary looked up at Elliot and noticed her reflection in a mirror behind him.

“Oh, I’m a mess. I’m sorry you had to see me this way, Elliot.” Dr. Somers frowned and wiped the rest of the tears off her face. Mirage shook his head and helped the woman to her feet. 

“Don’t worry about it, Dr. Somers,” Mirage smiled, “ I can keep a secret. It’s one of my many talents.” 

Horizon returned the smile with N.E.W.T. happily circling her feet. “Thank you, dear. You’re very kind.”

“Anytime, doc. So, how long did it take you to build all this?” Mirage nodded towards the spacecraft before approaching it. Although half of it was destroyed, the trickster still thought it was impressive that one person built it alone. Horizon followed him and observed her work. 

“Oh, maybe about, ehm...three days or so? It was really just the better part of a couple of afternoons.” The astrophysicist knelt down to gather some debris from the floor, sighing. “But now it’s back to the drawing board..”

The trickster didn’t want to lose her to her work just yet, so he followed her lead and gathered more debris from the floor. “Well, since I’m here,” Mirage started, “ Maybe I can help you put some pieces back together. More hands, less work, right?”

Horizon dropped some debris in a large waste bin by her door and looked at the trickster. “Are you sure, Elliot? I don’t want you troublin’ yourself over me.”

“It’s no trouble! Just tell me what to put where, and I’ll do it. It’ll be a piece of cake.” Mirage grinned, getting rid of his own debris before returning to the ship. He eagerly slapped the side of the spacecraft, flinching when he accidentally knocked another piece of it off. He looked up at the astrophysicist sheepishly. “Uh, I’ll put that back…”

Horizon chuckled and went over to the trickster, picking up the piece to discard it. “Dinnae worry about it, darlin’. Nothin’ the two of us cannae fix.”

The duo spent the next two hours cleaning the area around the ship before they, mainly Horizon, began the repairs. While they worked, Mirage asked her where she managed to find all of the supplies to build the ship. He didn’t remember World’s Edge or King’s Canyon having these materials laying around, after all. This sparked a conversation about what Dr. Somers used to build the ship, and how easy it was to find the supplies if one knew where to look. This was Elliot’s chance to strike. After welding the leftmost delta wing back on, Horizon returned to her desk to write some more notes on her clipboard. Mirage slowly walked over and stood behind her, poking her side. The scientist flinched and accidentally drew a line across the page. She turned around to face a now smirking trickster, raising a brow. “Did you need something, dear?”

“Yeah, where’d ya say this goes, again?” Mirage held up a triangular piece of the ship as he looked at her. The astrophysicist was holding her arm closer to the side he poked, which only made him smirk some more. Horizon gave him a quizzical look at first, but then visibly relaxed as she put the clipboard back down. 

“Oh, I’ll show you.” Dr. Somers led Elliot back over to the ship and gestured to the appropriate location. It was at the upper part of the ship; not out of her reach, but high enough where she had to reach up a bit. “You can put it right hehehere---!”

Horizon flinched and giggled when she felt a pair of hands squeeze her sides. She lurched out of the sudden squeeze and stepped away from the obviously guilty Mirage. “Whahaht on eahahrth are you doing?”

“What? I thought you were gonna fall, so I was just holding you up! I’m only the best person you could ever be friends with, so what would it say about me if I didn’t catch you?” Mirage chuckled, putting the spaceship piece down and following after her. “And you know what?” The trickster grinned, holding his hands out in front of him and wiggling his fingers. “I’d be an awful friend if I didn’t make sure you were all cheered up~.”

The realization dawned on Horizon and her face turned red. “Now wait just seechohohohnd! Elliot!” She tittered when he managed to squeeze her sides again. Before he could squeeze a third time, she grabbed his hands, pulling them off of her sides. “Let’s nohohohot get ahead of ourselves.” She giggled, “I’m fine. Really.” 

“But that’s what they all say!” Mirage playfully argued, pulling his hands out of her grip. “I’ve gotta be sure! That’s what friends are for.”

With that, the trickster lunged forward and pulled the scientist towards him. Dr. Somers squeaked and attempted to push him away, making it easier for him to reach under her arms and tickle her armpits. 

“Nohohohohoh Eheheheheliot dohohohohn’t!” Horizon gasped and brought her arms down against her sides. This only helped with keeping Mirage’s hands in place as he gently scribbled his fingers against her hollows. “STaahahahahahahap!”

Mirage raised a brow and gently scraped two nails down the center of each of her armpits. “Don’t stop?” The trickster repeated, having to raise his voice a bit when the scientist belted out a laugh. “Well, okay, if that’s what the doctor ordered…”

“No! No no no noohohohohoh thahahahat’s nahahahat wahahahaht I mehahahahahnt!” Dr. Somers protested and, in a panic, she whirled around and tried to make a break for it. For a moment, she freed herself from Elliot’s hold and was able to put some distance between them. But, she didn’t get too far before she tripped over herself and tumbled to the floor. Mirage was able to catch up to her and made sure she didn’t hit the ground too hard. Then, after pinning her arms down underneath his legs, he resumed tickling her armpits. This time, he gently drilled his fingers into the center of her left armpit, while scritching circles around the outside of her right armpit. Mary sputtered before she fell back into her giggling fit. “Ah! Nohahahahahahahahahah Gohohohnahahahe nohohohoh dahahahae thahahahat! (Please don’t do that!)”

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” The trickster chuckled and suddenly squeezed her sides again. He snickered when she arched her back and squealed. “Can you say that again in laman--lemons---no, what’s the saying again?”

“LAaahahahahahahaymaahahan’s teheheheheheherms!” 

“Bingo, layman’s terms.” Mirage nodded and stroked along the scientist’s sides, easily keeping up with her when she twisted her torso around. Horizon’s laughter had a warm, musical quality to it, and it made the trickster smile. After a few more seconds of gentle stroking, the trickster dug his fingers into her sides, laughing along with her when she snorted.

“I-I saahahahahahahahahaid dohohohohohn’t tihihihihicahahahaah mehehehehehe!” Mary shook her head, unable to get a clear word out as Elliot kneaded her sides at a fast pace. “Eehehehehehehehliot plehheheHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? I still can’t understand you!” Mirage grinned and went back to stroking her sides. “Say it again.”

Mary’s giggles calmed down to the point where she could speak. But, before she could, Elliot swiped his fingers over her stomach. She bucked her hips and coughed out a laugh, her squirming becoming more frantic. The trickster noticed and, smirking, he wiggled his fingers into the sides of her stomach. 

“NAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEHEHLIOT!”

“Doctoooor~.” Mirage answered in a sing-song voice, finding himself laughing along with her. He put his fingers together to make a claw-like shape with his hands, scratching up and down her abdomen. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish,” He teased, playfully jabbing her side before returning to her stomach. “That’s quite the discovery!” 

“PLEHEHEAHASE STAHAHAHAH!” Horizon’s face lit up bright red at the trickster’s teasing and she desperately tried to pull her arms free. Although her stomach was only her second worst spot, the ticklish sensations were still maddening. “I CAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“But I’ve gotta cheer you up! And this is working a treat.” Mirage declared happily, moving one of his hands up to poke at her ribs. After some test pokes, he settled on her uppermost ribs, wriggling his fingers in circular motions. He kept his other hand on her stomach and raked his nails just above her navel. 

“I’M CHEHEHEHEHERED UHUHUHP! I-I’m nohohohoht lyhyhyhyhing tohohohoho yohohohu…” Dr. Somers’ laughter calmed down to giggles when Elliot switched back to her armpits. The trickster tapped his nails against her armpits, occasionally squeezing the spot right where they ended. 

“Hmm...I just don’t know,” Mirage mused, zigzagging his nails back into her hollows. Mary yelped, her nose scrunching up from how hard she was giggling. “Whaddaya think, buddy?”

N.E.W.T. had floated over to the duo and trained his optic on them. The little robot beeped and, when Horizon heard it, she looked up with a start. 

“Newtie! Neehehehehwtie hehehehehlp me!” The scientist yelled, squeaking when Mirage dipped his hands down and drilled his fingers into her hips. Horizon cried out again and arched her back, momentarily losing herself in giggles before she was able to speak again. “Ihihihihihi nehehehehehd yohohohur HEHEHEHEHLP!”

Mirage started to prod her stomach again, poking at a pace fast enough to send her back into a fit of panicked laughter. “I’m just trying to raise her spirits,” He explained, continuing the tickling as the robot floated up to his side. “See? She’s laughing!”

Horizon cackled out a protest and N.E.W.T settled on top of her legs, beeping cheerfully. The little robot wasn’t entirely sure what was making her laugh so hard, but he was happy to see her smiling. In fact, N.E.W.T. got so excited that he activated his black hole ability, swiping her shoes. Sometimes, N.E.W.T. was rather playful, where he liked to take her things and float away. Pens, books, mugs, and today, shoes. The astrophysicist’s head shot up while she was laughing, a feeling of dread settling on her shoulders. “GIHIHIHIHVE THOHOHOHOSE BAHAHACK NEEHEHWTIHIHE!”

The trickster glanced up at the robot and halted the tickling. “Oh, you wanna help, Newt?” He grinned, noticing the shoes that N.E.W.T. was levitating in the air. Horizon breathed heavily and paled when Elliot glanced back at her feet. “Wait! Elliot, plehehease..” She pleaded, squeaking loudly when Mirage reached behind him and stroked one finger down her sole. “Dohohohn’t tickle my feeheheheht! Plehehehehase!”

“But I have to! Newt here wants to make sure you’re cheered up too.” Mirage chirped, quickly turning around so that he could face her feet, but keep her arms pinned. With N.E.W.T. sitting on top of her legs and the trickster holding down her arms, it was even more difficult for her to struggle. So, when Elliot dragged one nail down Horizon’s sole again, again, again, and again, the scientist immediately dissolved into uncontrollable laughter.

“AHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Horizon screamed and kicked her feet at Elliot’s hands, prompting the trickster to hold onto her ankles to keep them still. He fluttered all of his nails against the center of her sole, smiling at the heavy laughter it produced. 

“Nope! No-can do, there are tickles a-foot.” Mirage snickered, his fingers dancing over her arches before settling back onto her soles. N.E.W.T. beeped and cuddled against the scientist’s legs. 

“NAHAHAHAHAAHAH NOHOHOHOH I CAAHAHAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHT!” The astrophysicist laughed and desperately arched her back, but she wasn’t going anywhere. N.E.W.T. wasn’t uncomfortably heavy, but he weighed just enough to help keep her in place. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Mirage noticed that Dr. Somers laughed harder the higher up he tickled, so he wiggled his fingers until he got underneath her toes. She screamed again, her laughter momentarily going silent before picking up again. “Oho, this spot seems toe-tally ticklish. Haha, get it?” Mirage laughed and raked his nails against the stems of her toes. Horizon’s face only grew redder as her legs jolted, threatening to throw N.E.W.T. off of her. 

“EHEHEHEHELIOT NOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAH!”

The laughter poured out of Horizon like honey as she tried to curl her toes. The trickster held her toes back with one hand so that he could easily tickle between them, prompting another cry of laughter. 

“Coochie coochie coo~.” Mirage teased, tickling between her toes some more before raking his nails along the length of her foot. Horizon arched her back again, shaking her head wildly as she laughed and laughed. While he tickled her foot, something fluttered in the distance, barely catching his eye. He looked up towards the scientist’s desk and, in a little container at the corner, were a collection of pens. One of the pens had a fluffy tuft of pink feathers at the top of it. The trickster halted the tickling and turned to nudge N.E.W.T. 

“Newt, buddy! Can you go over there and get that for me?” Elliot motioned to the fluffy pen while the astrophysicist greedily breathed in air. Both N.E.W.T. and Horizon followed his gaze over to the pen and, when the bot went to retrieve it, the weight was lifted off of the scientist’s legs. She attempted to pull her ankles free from his ironhold, but he held strong. 

“Dehehehar, hahahve mehehehrcy on mehehehe…!” Horizon started giggling again as Mirage poked at her feet at random intervals. By then, N.E.W.T. returned with the fluffy pen and dropped it onto the trickster’s lap. He picked up the pen and glanced back at her; although she was breathless, she looked much happier compared to when he first saw her. And, on top of that, he was having a blast! He didn’t want to tickle her too much, but he wasn’t ready to stop just yet. So, after a couple more pokes and some idle twiddling of the feathered pen, he started to gently tap her feet with it. 

“Not yet, Dr. Somers. I think you’re almost cheered up~.” Mirage smiled, slowly stroking her heels with the feathers. Horizon flinched and snickered, tugging at her legs with a renewed vigor. 

“Noheheheheheheheheh f-feheeHEHEHEHAHAHTHEHEHERS!” The scientist protested, momentarily pulling her ankles from his grasp and covering one foot with the other. Elliot pulled her ankles back under his arm and flicked the feathers up her soles instead, drawing out squeals and cackles. 

“No?” Mirage chuckled and wiggled his fingers on her left sole, stroking the feathers along her right sole. Horizon yelled and fell back into heavy laughter, crossing her feet repeatedly, although it didn’t block the tickles. “Is this better?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOH IT’S NAHAHAHAHAT!” Horizon yelled, squealing and laughing harder when focused the tickling on her left foot. The trickster noticed that her left foot seemed more ticklish than her right foot, and when he rubbed the feathers against her left toes, she arched her back and dipped into silent laughter. 

“What about this, Dr. Somers? Is this better?” Mirage smirked and wiggled the feathers between her toes. She squeaked and fell back into silent laughter. He eased up on the tickling by stroking the feathers down her soles and arches, which still made her laugh, but not quite as hard. 

“EEEHEHEHAHAHALIOT DEAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHA!” Horizon shut her eyes tight and panicked when she felt the feathers trailing back up to her toes. “IHIHIHIHIHIHT REHEHAHAHAHALLY TIHIHHI-AHAHAHAHA!”

Mirage suddenly put the feathered pen down and used his nails to tickle all over Horizon’s feet. The scientist bucked her legs and shrieked with laughter; but, when the trickster buried his fingers back underneath her toes, her laughter went silent again. He looked back at her to see the tears streaming down her face and finally stopped the tickling, releasing her legs. Horizon gasped for air and hid her red face in her hands. 

“Oh my stahahars…” She giggled a little bit and looked up when N.E.W.T. returned to her side. The bot carefully put her shoes back down and tentatively beeped, which only made her chuckle. 

“Dinnae fash yersel, Newtie. I’m not upset with you. But, aye, I could use my shoes.” Horizon smiled, her smile widening when the bot floated into her arms to cuddle. She then looked up to see Mirage offering his hand to her and, keeping one arm wrapped around her dear companion, she stood up with his help. 

“So, how’d I do?” Mirage looked up at her and gave her a small smile. “Do you feel better?”

“Maybe a bit winded, but aye, I feel much better, dear. Thank you.” Horizon smiled brightly, and it made the trickster’s heart swell with pride. 

“You’re very welcome! Now, since it’s getting late, how about I get us some pizza? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Elliot chuckled. Horizon’s eyes widened; she had completely forgotten that she promised him tea and scones!

“I suppose it is getting late…” She responded, glancing over at a digital clock she kept on her desk. “How about I still make you that tea while you get the pizza? It’s the least I can do.”

“Deal!” Mirage took out his phone so he could call the pizza order in. While he did that, Horizon put her shoes back on and left for the kitchen, her companion following close behind. He pocketed his phone once the order was placed and looked towards the picture of the scientist and her son. Although he succeeded in cheering Horizon up, there was one more surprise that he had up his sleeve. After all, every kid deserves a present on their birthday. 

It didn’t take long for Mirage to get the pizzas; they were ready by the time he arrived to pick them up. But, that’s not all he went to get. On his way to get the food, he bought the biggest, most colorful birthday card that he could find and an assortment of colorful pens. He even managed to find some balloons but needed to tie them to his wrist so they didn’t blow away. Then, he returned back to the ship so that all of the Legends could sign it. Although he didn’t give all of the details about Horizon and her son, most of the Legends were happy to oblige. But, when the trickster went to Rampart, she wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. 

“Aww~. I didn’t know you were such a softie, Witt!” The modder teased, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. Mirage groaned and pushed her hand away; it took all of his will power for him not to blush. 

“I’m not! It’s just---it’s for---I--it’s for Horizon’s son, Rampart.” Mirage stammered, sighing as he adjusted the pizza boxes in his hand. “And it’s supposed to be a surprise…”

“Oh, give it here! I was just teasin’ you.” Rampart snickered and made a gimmie motion with her hands so that the trickster would hand over the birthday card. She chose the bright orange pen to sign it with, her grin softening as she handed it back to Elliot. “It’s a really nice thing you’re doing for her, mate. I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

“Of course she will!” Elliot was quick to respond as if Ramya said the most obvious thing in the world. But then, he faltered and gave her a genuine smile of his own. “But, thanks Rampart.” 

Rampart smiled and waved him off as he left, returning to Sheila and picking up her wrench. Mirage could tell the pizzas were getting cold, so he hurried to his party ship for the last part of his surprise. 

~

While Mirage was gone, Horizon boiled water for tea at the stove. She played ping-pong with N.E.W.T. while waiting for the water to get hot. The astrophysicist giggled as the bot darted across the room to volley the ball back to her. Once the kettle whistled, she paused their game and set two mugs down on the countertop. “He’s been gone a while, hasn’t he, Newtie?” She mused as she poured the hot water into each mug. N.E.W.T. beeped softly and flicked his light once. “I wonder where he went?”

Horizon set a tea bag in each of the mugs, her gaze suddenly trained onto her lab. “Did I leave a light on?” She stepped away from the counter and saw a bright light engulfing her laboratory. She looked at her companion before the two of them went back into the lab. When she got there, she heard faint music sounding outside of her observatory. She furrowed her brows and pressed another button on the wall so that the roof opened. Her eyes widened when she saw Mirage’s party ship hovering above.

“Dr. Somers!” Mirage’s used the ship’s megaphone to call down to the scientist, grinning. “I thought we’d celebrate Newton’s birthday in style!”

Mirage hit the party button on his ship to launch the fireworks. Instead of his huge decoys dancing around the ship, the fireworks were green, blue, orange, and white, with the words Happy Birthday, Newton stretching out over the dark sky above.  Horizon stood dumbfounded, the words getting caught in her throat. Her stunned silence gave way to a huge smile that even Elliot could see. 

“Well don’t just stand there,” He chuckled, sending a zipline down to her. “Come on up!”

Horizon put N.E.W.T. on her back and zipped up to the party ship. She put N.E.W.T. back down once she got up there and looked around, the red balloons catching her eye. Then, Mirage hopped down from the platform and waved to the smiling scientist. 

“Elliot, ya beauty, this is wonderful! I-I’m speechless. You didn’t have to do all of this for us...” Horizon finally found the words she needed as the trickster strolled up to her. 

“But it’s Newton’s birthday! And I know how much you wanted to celebrate with him, so think of this as celebrating early. Ya know, for when you see him again.” Mirage happily insisted, handing her the huge birthday card. “Here, this is from all of the Legends. I may have, um, scribbled Revenant’s name in there. But let’s keep that a secret.”

Dr. Somers blinked and took the card from him. She opened it and looked at the colorful signatures and messages from her fellow Legends. Her eyes welling up with tears again. “Elliot…”

“Wait, hold on. I forgot one more thing.” Mirage took off the medal he got from his recent game and handed it to her. But, Horizon didn’t take it. 

“Oh no, dear. I couldn’t. I know how precious your medals are to you.” Horizon looked at him hesitantly and held the birthday card to her chest. Mirage took a step forward and carefully draped it around her neck anyway. 

“Yeah, but there’s someone else out there who it’ll mean even more to. I mean, hey, his mom is a Legend. I’m sure he’ll be one too.” Mirage smiled, gasping when the astrophysicist pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“This means the world to me, Elliot. Thank you…” Horizon whispered, putting her head back onto his shoulder. Mirage slowly returned the hug and beamed. The trickster never shied away from the spotlight and loved it when all eyes were on him. But, nothing felt as good as making someone else’s world a little bit brighter.

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Don’t Romp With Me

This is part 2 to the Outwitted fic with Mirage and Wattson. I liked writing the first part so much that I didn’t want to leave the story there. I’m planning on writing a part three (hopefully) but I hope you all like this continuation!

Summary: Ajay believes that Octane swiped the last donut that was promised to Loba and she's not happy. She chases him throughout the dropship and corners him with her shock sticks in hand. The combat medic may be holding the instrument, but Octane’s the one who’s gonna be making the music.

“SILVA!”

Octane crashed into the side of a table and sent its contents hurtling to the floor. He gasped out an expletive in Spanish but he didn’t stop to check for any damage, he had to run. Death was chasing him and he had to get anywhere but where he was now. He stabbed another stim into his leg and the mechanical gears whirred loudly as he swerved down another corridor of the dropship. He threw himself against the door to his room and fell face first onto the carpet, groaning and kicking the door shut behind him. He was panting, but not from exhaustion. He was still under the effects of the stim and his heart had to pump fast to keep up with it. After a mere ten seconds, maybe even less than that, Octane pushed himself up onto his knees and grabbed a much smaller version of his jump pad from the corner of his room. He’d been working on this thing for exactly seven minutes and eleven seconds, which was long for him, and it was his only chance to keep what was coming for him at bay. But then the door knob turned and Octane hopped to his feet and screamed, shielding himself with the tiny jump pad because his life did depend on it. The door creaked open slowly and the short, pink haired combat medic walked in the room and closed it behind her. Lifeline’s fingers twitched over the shock sticks she carried and slowly approached the daredevil. There were loose strands sticking out of one of her buns and the other one was lopsided on her head. Octane would’ve teased her to the moon and back about it if he wasn’t so damn panicked. 

“Che, listen to me. I--”

Ajay struck the shock sticks together and they buzzed in response. She twirled one of them in her hand and mirrored Octane’s retreating steps with her own. “What did I tell ya would happen, Silva?” She asked in a surprisingly calm voice as she boxed him into a corner and kept walking. Octavio gulped and dropped the useless mini pad and decided his best defense was his own hands. 

“I didn’t take the donut, Che! It was there when I left, I swear!” He argued while backpedaling all the way to the wall behind him. Now he was trapped and Lifeline, pocketing her shock sticks, stood directly in front of him and crushed any hopes of him somehow escaping her. 

“I saw ya running out of the kitchen like the devil himself was behind ya! Ya didn’t think I did, did ya? I told ya that donut was for Loba!” She snapped, suddenly taking her hands and poking both sides of his stomach. Octane’s eyes bugged out and coughed out a laugh before immediately shielding his torso with his arms. He swore the air around him stopped moving; both of them knew what was coming, and Octane would’ve preferred getting whacked with one of those shock sticks. In one desperate motion, the daredevil lurched forward and tried to push her to the side and clear a path. Lifeline smirked and let him push her but caught his leg with her own and sent him tumbling to the floor. She wrestled his arms to his back and made him lie flat so that his own body weight could pin his arms down. Octane put up a good fight but, as a combat medic, Lifeline knew how to pin someone down and keep them wherever she wanted. 

“I’m serious, Ajay! I didn’t take the dahahamn DONONohohut!” Octavio whined and snickered as she poked his belly repeatedly. After a couple more pokes, Lifeline kept her finger on one spot of belly and swirled it in quick, circular motions, causing the man to buck his hips and giggle harder. 

“I dunno, Silva. Feels like ya just ate something to me. And you of all people should know better than to cross me!” Lifeline retorted before using all ten fingers to scratch away Octane’s belly. Octavio sputtered and cursed before laughing loudly. 

“NahahAHAHAHAH AaaJAHAY StahahAHAHAHAHP! WhYHYHY DihIHIHD IIhhiHIHIHT HahahAHAHAHVE TahahaHAHAHAH BEHEHEHEH MEHEHEHE!” Octane shrieked and sucked in his tummy, tossing his body side to side in an attempt to knock her off. Lifeline’s fingers followed his movements easily and she chuckled, shaking her head. “Because I know ya, Silva. This has ya name written all over it.” She smirked as she tweaked his sides before attacking his belly again. “I also know that ya ticklish here and....here!”

Octane’s protests were interrupted by another scream as she suddenly plunged her finger into his navel and scribbled along the curves and dips. He thrashed against the ground and laughed hysterically, his back practically leaving the floor as she tickled faster and faster. Lifeline giggled and blew a sloppy raspberry onto his belly for good measure, prompting another cry of laughter. 

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA CHEEHEHEHEH PLEHEHEHEEEHAHAHA!” Octavio shook with laughter and kicked his leg at the floor over and over. Lifeline blew another raspberry, then another, then another, then...well, she lost count after that. She was too busy laughing at Octavio’s pleas and howls of laughter that were embedded with plenty of Spanish expletives. “SAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH IHIHIHIHT! IHIHAHAHAH DIHIHIHDN’AHAHA! H-HIHIHJO DEHEHEHEHAHAHAH (Son of a…)!” Octane couldn’t form a word or a sentence as he laughed himself silly, his laughter finally going silent after the umpteenth raspberry blown onto his belly. Lifeline stopped and rested both hands on his tummy with a snicker. “I hope ya had time to think about what ya gonna say next. I want an apology for stealing the donut, and crossing ya best friend in the whole wide world.” She demanded with a small, playful pout as she lightly squeezed his tummy. Octavio breathed heavily and groaned. What was he supposed to say? If he said he didn’t take anything, she’d tickle him. If he said he did take something, which he didn’t, she’d probably tickle him anyway. Octane weighed his options too long for Lifeline’s liking and, after quirking a brow at him, she fluttered her fingers up his tummy and suddenly buried them into his armpits. “Ya hurt me, Silva.” Lifeline tutted as the daredevil let out a strangled yelp and fell into a heavy giggling fit. “Ya really do.”

Octane arched his back and giggled wildly, his giggles becoming full blown laughter as she laid across his chest and picked up the tickling pace. His eyes bugged out when she lightly pinched at his hollows and he laughed harder as he tried to turn onto his side. “IiiiIIIIHIHEHEHEH DOHOHN’T KNOHOhohohw whahahaht toohohohoh SAHAHAHAHYHAHA! IHIHIHT WAHAHASN’T MEHEHEHAHAHAH!” He cried out with desperate laughter and squeezed his arms against his sides. It didn’t stop Lifeline from finding the spot where his upper arm and armpits met and, once she started scribbling her fingers there, he let out a hoarse yelp and laughed almost as hard as he did when she targeted his stomach. “NYAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHSTAHAH (Stop it!)! POHOHOHOR FAHAHAVOR BAHAHAHSTAHAHAH!” He yelped before giving into the hysterical laughter that overtook him. 

Lifeline, in spite of herself, was actually starting to believe Octavio. She knew that he was extremely ticklish and didn’t think that he would subject himself to so much of it if he didn’t have to. Still, it was fun to tease him, and who said she’d have to stop any time soon? With another slow, pitiful shake of her head, she dropped her hands to his ribcage and swiped her fingers along each rib, paying special attention to the ones that made him squeal. Lifeline didn’t stay on his ribs for long and shoved her hands back under his arms and found the spot that made him cackle. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I DIHIHIHIHD ITHAHAHAHA IIHIH SOHOHOHOHOHRRY! SSAHAHAHAHRY  AHAHAHAHJAHAHY!” He yelled all in one breath as he rolled his head side to side. Lifeline smirked and kept on tickling before slowing down just enough to keep him giggling. “Maybe ya didn’t, O. I’m starting to think ya didn’t take anything after all. Still, I forgot how much fun it is to tickle ya!” She winked, walking her fingers down to his sides. Octane squeaked and giggled madly as the combat medic’s fingers tweaked and scribbled at his skin. “It’s NAHAHAHahahaht fuhuhuhuhuhuhn! STAHAHAHahahahahahahah!” He protested, his struggling refueled by her true belief that he did not steal that donut. Lifeline looked down at him incredulously and grinned. “It’s not fun? How can ya say that with a smile that big? Why, ya face’s about to split in half from all that smilin’.” She teased, her grin turning into a mischievous smirk when she walked her fingers closer to his stomach and saw the panic in his eyes. Octane continued to yell out protests in between his giggles and squeals; then, the second Ajay’s fingers found and re-buried themselves back into his tummy and navel, he found himself screaming with laughter.  “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“See?!” Lifeline had to raise her voice over his heavy howls of laughter as she twisted her finger in circular motions while inside Octavio’s navel. “Ya really smilin’ now! Ya must be havin’ so much fun, aren’t cha?” She grinned and used her nails to gently scratch along his hypersensitive stomach. Octavio shook his head back and forth, barely able to shout out ‘no’ as he flopped against the floor laughter pouring out of him. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” He wailed, his eyes shining with tears as he bucked like crazy. “NOHOHOHOHOOHOH MOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHSE!”

“More? Is that what ya said?” Lifeline snickered, not giving him a chance to respond as she knelt down and repeatedly blew raspberries into his navel all over again. At the first one, Octavio let out a hoarse scream and even harder cries of laughter; after the second and third and onward, his laughter became silent and his face was streaked with tears. When she finally stopped, noticing that he hadn’t made many sounds in a minute or two, the daredevil remained in stitches and giggled loudly even though she’d stopped tickling him. Ajay laughed and climbed off of him so that he could curl into a little ball. “Why ya still laughin’, O? I’m not even touching ya!” She giggled, playfully poking his sides to keep him in that giggling fit. Octavio lurched away and snorted, making sure that he was far out of her reach. “Teeheheheheheh oohohohdioohoh… (I hate you)...” He tittered and rubbed his stomach to rub away the lingering ticklish sensations.

Ajay arched a brow and grabbed Octavio’s shoulders to turn him back towards her. “What did ya say?” She snapped with a newfound glint of mischief in her eyes. Octane gasped when he suddenly found himself staring back at the combat medic and he wrenched out of her hold. “N-Nothing! I didn’t say anything.” He stammered, his stamina quickly returning to him as he hopped to his feet. Ajay stood up and lunged towards him but just missed. “I heard ‘odio’! What’s that mean? Odor? Did ya just say I stink?!” Ajay made another grab for the daredevil and he dodged her again, but she kept on coming. After some barely successful evasions, Octavio decided that it was time to run for the hills. He spun around to the door and went to grab a stim from his belt, but Lifeline managed to grab his right arm and pin it against his back. Then, on the same side, she drilled her thumb into the side of his stomach, causing him to stagger and laugh. Octane whipped around in her hold and tried to pull his arm from her grasp. During his struggling, Lifeline smirked and waited for him to pick a side to lean towards, giving him a hard push in the same direction. This caused the daredevil to topple over again with his right arm pinned behind his back, and the left one held to the side by the crazy combat medic. “Are ya gonna tell me what ya said? Or should I assume ya said I stink and torment ya some more?” She asked with a quirked brow, leaning down to his hypersensitive stomach and pausing just above his navel. Octane writhed in her hold the closer her head got to his stomach and shook his head repeatedly. 

“No! NO! Okay, I said---and don’t do anything, I said I hate you, but...NAHAHAHAHAHAH WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

Ajay didn’t wait for the daredevil to try and weasel his way out of that one and dropped her head to blow another sloppy raspberry against his navel. Since he was still sensitive from her previous attack, his laugh was nearly silent by the time she finished. 

“Ya hate me, do ya?” She smirked, blowing another raspberry and chuckling as he bucked and laughed silently. “I can’t have that, Silva. Not after all we’ve been through. So, I’ll just keep tormenting ya and see if ya change ya mind.” 

With that, Lifeline released his arms and pushed her hands into his armpits before he could bring them down. She swiped her nails side to side and even rubbed at the spot where his upper arm and armpits met. Octane shrieked with laughter and grabbed her arms, but she only tickled faster in response. “MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRCY! CHEHEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!” The daredevil screamed before Ajay decided to torment his stomach with more of those horribly ticklish raspberries. Octavio found himself in hysterics as he thrashed and thrashed, slipping in and out of silent laughter as Ajay put him through more ticklish hell. 

Unbeknownst to Octane and Lifeline, the commotion coming from the daredevil’s room prompted the handsomest bachelor in the Apex Games, Mirage, to go and investigate. It hadn’t been that long since Wattson put him through the same hell that Octavio was in, so he was walking slower than usual. But, in a way, it did give him the opportunity to perfect that strut and flaunt the goods. Mirage approached the door and, throwing privacy out the window, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted so that he could poke his head in the room. “Hey listen, I don’t know what’s going on,” He started, opening the door more so he could step in. “But it sounds like there’s a dying animal in her---oh! Oh jeez, sorry, uh..” 

All Elliott saw was Octavio pinned down by Lifeline, red faced, and laughing his head off. He cleared his throat awkwardly and Lifeline looked towards the sound. 

“Oh, Witt. Didn’t hear ya come in. Looks like ya saved by the bell, Silva.” Ajay snickered as she climbed off of Octane and sat beside him. Octavio panted heavily and rolled onto his side, facing the door. But, as he looked towards the trickster, he found him looking the other way and even retreating into the hallway. 

“Look,” Mirage started, still refusing to look at the pair, “Just pretend I wasn’t here, alright? I mean, I didn’t see anything anyway. Not that I was l-looking, but...ya know…”

Lifeline rolled her eyes and grabbed a pillow to chuck at the trickster. “Calm ya self, Witt.” The combat medic said after Mirage squeaked and dodged the pillow. “None of what ya thinking happened. I was just lookin’ for a donut thief this morning and making sure my bestest friend in the whole wide world wasn’t the culprit.” She continued with a smirk and a playful nudge on Octavio’s shoulder. As daft as the trickster could be, Elliott saw enough to determine how Lifeline most likely went about ‘questioning’ her subject. Poor Octavio was still drawing in as much air as he could.

“Oh, you mean the donut from this morning? Nat ate it. I ran into her maybe an hour or so ago. She said they were good but, ya know, wasn’t able to see for myself.” Mirage added with a chuckle and shrug of his shoulders. 

Lifeline blinked and looked at Octane, who was now sitting up and glaring at her. Well, glaring as much as he could with the smile still stuck on his face. 

“Che..” Octavio started to growl but the combat medic whacked him with a new pillow. 

“What? So ya laughed some and maybe lost some pride. Maybe I woulda eased up if ya didn’t say ya hated me.” Lifeline argued as she put on a little pout and stood up. 

“I could never hate you, hermana. But I’d watch my back if I were you. Because there’s a storm comin’ for you.” Octane responded, feeling his stamina come back faster than the medic walked to the door. 

Lifeline smiled and looked back at the men, pointing a shock stick at Octavio. 

“Ha. I already got ya once. It’d be too easy to do it again~.” 

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

Just suggestions, but for Elliott Witt tells Dumb Lies, some common lies are: "Don't worry" "I'll be there soon" "I'm not ticklish" "It wasn't that expensive" and "I'm almost finished". Hope O was able to help!

Oooooohhhhh, thank you so much anon! I’m gonna paste all these in the (horribly disorganized) doc and see what I can dooooo.