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angelatmidnight1 · 3 years

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Hey there! okay so a new update just dropped and we got some very interesting interactions between wraith and wattson👀 or at least, wraith has some new lines but they're directed to wattson and ohhh boy is she teasing/ flirting a little, so i thought maybe you could write something interesting with that? Thanks in advance, here's the link for the lines i saw: https://twitter.com/isugou/status/1369388929506480132?s=19

Late Night Chats

It’s the first night of October and Wattson is excited for Halloween. She stays up late with Wraith as she goes through potential costumes, cracking jokes and making the void walker laugh up a storm. It’s one of the few times she’s seen Renee laugh so hard; so, when she asks her what she’s planning on being for Halloween, she gives her some ideas, but not without tickling her silly. Having costumes at her disposal just makes it that much more fun! Wraith doesn’t take the tickling lying down though, which starts an all-out tickle war. The only thing that brings them to a cease fire is some heartfelt compliments, and maybe a little bit of flirting...

“...Why’re you looking at me like that, Renee?”

Wattson grinned at the void walker, although it was hard to see. The witch hat, albeit a bit crooked, was a normal size. But the witch’s nose she’d stuck on her face was comically large, and Wraith was clearly trying not to bust out laughing. The older woman took a breath, her face somewhat red from the exertion of holding back.

“..No reason,” Renee breathed, grinning as Nat made a show of adjusting the nose. She cleared her throat and got into a more comfortable position on her pillow. “You, um, just have a little something on your face.”

Natalie blinked innocently and cocked her head to the side. “What? This?” She patted the nose, beaming. “It’s just a nose! Don’t pick on it, you’ll make it sad.”

That was all it took for Wraith to finally start laughing, and the engineer followed suit. It was just after 3am and although the majority of the Legends turned in for the night, Natalie was too excited to sleep. The spookiest time of year was upon them, and she wanted to fish through her costumes and decide on what to be. Luckily, Wraith was a night owl herself.

By the time Renee calmed her laughter down, her face was an even shade of red, and her eyes shined with tears. “That was terrible.” She giggled, earning a playful gasp from the engineer.

“Non, that was one of my best jokes! Besides, it made you laugh.” Natalie snickered. She took the witch hat and nose off, putting it to the side of her. Then, she went through her pile of Halloween accessories, smirking at how red the woman’s face was. “Are you dressing up this year, Renee?”

Wraith thought about it and shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.” She admitted, casually reaching for a black, hooded cape. She strung it around her shoulders, leaving it untied. “I have a few options from this year that I could wear. Or, I could wear the witch costume that I have from last Halloween.”

Natalie nodded, dragging her cushion over to hers. She plopped down next to the void walker with the same smirk on her face. “Have you considered a ladybug? They’re red too..” She teased, poking Wraith’s still-reddened face. The void walker flinched and leaned away, encouraging Nat to scoot that much closer. “You’ll just need to add a few spots here….and here...andddd….here….”

Wattson poked at random spots along her sides, earning squeaks and strained giggles. Renee flailed her arms and grabbed her hands, but it didn’t stop her. This wasn’t the first time Natalie tickled her, so she knew she’d have to move fast, especially since Renee’s voices would warn her about what’s coming. So, with one strong pull, she freed her hands and pushed her to the ground. Wraith yelped and brought her knees up, momentarily keeping her back, but all Natalie had to do was push her legs down and sit on them. She seized her sides and scribbled her nails along them, sending her into an immediate giggle fit.

“Nohohohoho Nahahahatalie!” Renee protested, grabbing and pulling on her wrists. Wattson smiled and continued tickling her sides, repositioning herself to straddle her waist. “I dohohohn’t wahahahnt tohoho wahahake anyohohone! Stohohohohp!”

“But I’m trying to help you! How else will you know where the spots go for your costume?” Natalie argued. She pulled her hands out of her grip and pinned her arms underneath her thighs. Now, she could tickle her without a hitch. She resumed scribbling against her sides, then jumped to her belly, digging her fingers in a bit more. Wraith’s loud giggles spiked to panicked laughter as she thrashed against the floor.

“I WAHAHAHASN’T--- WAHAHASN’T-- GOHOHOHNNA BEHEHE A LAHAHADYBUHUHG!” Renee yelped, bucking her hips when the engineer clawed at the spot just above her belly button. She drummed her legs against the floor, laughing harder the longer she was tickled. Just before she’d thought she’d go crazy, Natalie stopped, but kept her pinned against the floor.

“Oh. Maybe a tickle bug would be more fitting? They’re cuter anyways.” Wattson giggled, gently tapping her fingers against the woman’s rib cage. The color came rushing back to Renee’s face as she snorted, chuckling quietly.

“Thehehere’s nohohoho suhuch thing…” She retorted. Wraith squirmed against the floor, testing how much Nat had her pinned, but her arms didn’t move an inch. Natalie scoffed and pinched her lowermost ribs, making the woman scream and arch her back. She held her hands there, stilling her fingers; Natalie didn’t really want to wake anyone up either, but if no one came to her room, she was comfortable in believing that everyone was sleeping. Besides, the temptation to tickle Wraith outweighed any possibility of disturbing a fellow Legend’s slumber.

“What do you mean? I’m looking at one now.” Natalie said, now rubbing her thumbs against the entire length of her rib cage. Renee gasped and tried to fight the giggles that came pouring out of her. She shook her head repeatedly, opening her mouth to protest, only to throw her head back when Nat gently scratched at the spaces between the bones.

“N-Nohohohoho yohohohu arehehen’t!” Wraith fired back, desperately trying to move away from her devious hands. Natalie’s fingers found the bones again and she scritched at each one individually. She easily followed her as she struggled, reveling in her laughter and red face. In fact, Natalie was starting to blush a bit herself. She shook herself out of her trance, suddenly sticking her hands under the void walker’s arms. Renee cried out and tried to hug her arms against her sides.

“AHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHY?! WHYHY DOHOHO YOHUHU ALWAHAHYS TIHICKLE?!”

Natalie giggled, unable to help herself from laughing along with her. She hadn’t even gotten to her worst spot yet; it was just that easy to put the woman in stitches. “Because!” She quipped, slowing her tickling down to slow, gentle strokes along her armpits. Renee giggled heavily, her struggling becoming more frantic. “You never laugh at anything, but when you do, you sound adorable. Tickling you is fun!”

Wraith’s face was bright red now; tickling her was flustering enough, so complimenting her on top of that was just icing on the cake. “It’s only fuhuhun fohohor yohohohu! Plehehehease stohohohohp!” She whined. She squeaked when Natalie quickened the tickling pace, making her bark out a few laughs. “NAHAhahahahahat! Stahahahahahaha!”

“Non, it’s fun for both of us! Just listen to how cute you sound!” Natalie smiled. She slowly kept on increasing how fast she was tickling, her eyes lightening up when a mischievous idea crossed her mind. She kept on scratching at her left armpit, freeing up her other hand to reach for one of her many Halloween accessories. The first thing she grabbed was a crown, and she beamed as she put it on her head, going back to tickling both of her armpits. “And just for saying that, la reine (the queen) is gonna punish you with even more tickles!”

“WHAHAHAHAT?!” Wraith’s head snapped up towards hers; what on Earth was she talking about? Everything clicked when she saw her crown; Natalie was messing with her, utilizing one of her many props to do it. If she wasn’t struggling before, she was really struggling now. Wattson had all the props and time in the world, and still hadn’t gotten to her worst spot. Well, not yet, anyways. “NOHOHOHO! NO YOHOHU CAAAAN’T---”

“Yes I can!” Wattson fired back. She happily scribbled her fingers all around her armpits, jabbing at the spots where the armpits began. The void walker cackled and tossed from one side to the other, trying to throw her off her waist, but Natalie stayed put. “A queen can do whatever she wants! How dare you suggest otherwise!”

Enough was enough. Wattson had purposely avoided tickling Wraith’s worst spot, happy with just making her laugh, but she had a role to assume now. Maybe it was silly, but she was having a lot of fun. She only hoped that Renee was enjoying herself too, even if only a little bit. She shook her head a bit, getting into the headspace of an evil queen, and brought her hands down to the woman’s waist. She gripped the woman’s hip bones and squeezed, finally drawing out hysterical screams and laughter.

“NAHAHAHATALIE!” Renee wailed, bucking her hips repeatedly as the engineer squeezed them. She pulled at her arms with all her strength, desperate to get her away from such a ticklish spot, but Natalie refused to give her any leverage. “OKAHAHAHAY! I’M SOHOHOHRRY! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHP!”

Wattson refused, alternating the squeezes between the hip bones. When she got bored of squeezing, she drilled her thumbs into both hips, making the void walker laugh much harder. She perked up, grinning widely as she continued digging into the spot.

“Aww, what’s the matter, Renee? Does it tickle?” Natalie cooed, tickling across her waist before returning to her hips. Wraith nodded frantically and threw her head back again, howling with laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE NAHAHAHAHAHT!” Renee begged. She yelped again when Natalie dug her thumbs back into her hip bones. She violently thrashed against the floor, begging and protesting through her wild laughter. It didn’t take much longer for her laughter to grow silent, especially when Nat used all ten fingers to tickle her hips, waist, and even sides. Natalie slowed the tickling down so she could breathe, gently stroking her hip bones to keep her giggling. “Y-Yohohohu’re terrible…”

Wattson arched her brow and pinched her right hip bone. Renee jolted towards her left side, drowning in giggles. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” She shrugged. She smiled down at her as she kept on stroking her hip bones, her eyes softening. “But I meant what I said. You sound adorable when you laugh.”

Wraith breathed heavily, still plagued by giggles. “I’m nohohoht--” Her breath hitched when Natalie pinched her left hip bone. The desperate giggling spiked to laughter, calming down as the engineer resumed her stroking. “Thahank you, Nahahatlie…”

“You’re welcome!” Natalie smiled. She stopped tickling and rested her hands on either side of her. Wraith let out a sigh of relief, laying her head against the floor. A comfortable silence fell over the two of them...that is, until Renee noticed that she was still pinned, with Natalie not giving any signs that she was going to let her go.

“Um, Nat? You mind letting me up now?” The void walker asked, fidgeting in place. Natalie answered with a playful smile and a jab to her side. Wraith squeaked, squirming with a renewed sense of energy.

“Come on, Nahahatalie! I’m tired!” She whined, her complaints giving way to a new wave of giggling. Wattson poked her sides again, again, and again, straying back over to her abdomen. The void walker kicked her legs against the floor and shouted, instantly falling victim to another laugh attack.

“Well, I’m not! I still wanna show you my costumes, and you promised to stay awake with me.” Wattson answered, slowly walking her nails around her belly button. Renee snorted, making the engineer laugh herself, but otherwise continue with the gentle scribbles. During all of the commotion, Wraith’s shirt had ridden up slightly, and Natalie pushed it up further to have full access to her bare torso. Renee’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, but it was lost when the engineer ran her nails along her bare stomach.

“NO! NONONO, DOHOHOHOHOHN’T!” Renee screamed and arched her back as high as possible. Natalie took her shoulders and gently pushed her back on the floor, spidering her nails up and down her belly. “AHAHAHA! I’LL STAHAHAHY AWAHAHKE! STOPSTOPSTOP! AH!”

Wattson snickered and scooted down a little bit, curiously poking a finger into her navel. Wraith cursed and bucked her hips hard, not hard enough to get her off of her waist, but with enough force to make her stumble. “I know you will.” She teased, poking and scritching into the dips and crevices. Renee kicked at the floor and absolutely cackled. “I know you wouldn’t break a promise, Renee! But, just to be sure…”

Natalie trailed off, taking her hand off her belly and blowing a raspberry over her navel. Renee screamed; she’d never screamed so loud before, and in the back of her head, she knew she probably woke at least two people up. The engineer flinched, but blew another raspberry anyway, drawing out one hysterical laugh after another.

“SAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAHAHA--PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHHHH--!” Renee was laughing too hard to get a word out, and just when she didn’t think it could get worse, Nat’s nails found her hips and attacked them with squeezing and fast tickling. She continued blowing on her friend’s tummy, pausing after every few raspberries so she didn’t kill her.

“Tickle tickle, Renee! Laugh for your queen!” Wattson laughed. She gave her hip bones another squeeze and blew a huge raspberry into her belly, making her laughter go silent again.

Natalie got too invested in tickling her stomach, so she didn’t realize that scooting down meant less weight on Renee’s arms. So, although Renee was dying laughing, having her arms freed gave her more of a fighting chance. She wiggled her left arm free, still cracking up, and used what little strength she had to pinch Wattson’s side. Wattson, not expecting the ticklish sensation, shrieked and abandoned her tickling.

“AH! Hey! H-How did you…” Natalie paled, realizing her error, and made a clumsy attempt to re-pin her down. Wraith held onto the woman’s side as if her life depended on it, giving it another squeeze. She shouted and burst out giggling, now more focused on pulling her hand off her torso. Renee used her right hand to foil those attempts, flipping their positions faster than Wattson could keep up with. Sure, she was winded, and sure, Wattson was physically stronger than her. But Renee had more experience in hand-to-hand combat, meaning that once she had someone pinned, she knew how to keep her target down. Wraith didn’t go in for the kill yet; she was still trying to catch her breath and compose herself. During the struggle, Nat’s crown fell off, which was actually pretty symbolic, considering what was about to happen.

Natalie struggled under her friend’s weight, becoming even more nervous when her arms were forced above her head. Similar to her, Wraith knew where her worst spots were, too. “WAIT!” The engineer spat, tugging against the older woman’s scarily strong grip. “I was only kidding! I was going to stop, hohohnest!”

The blond sputtered when Renee slid one finger up her side, teasing her rib cage, and stopping right where the armpit began. She tapped at the spot knowingly, grinning as Wattson flinched and giggled loudly.

“But you didn’t stop, did you?” Wraith hummed, drumming her fingers back against her rib cage. Natalie shook her head and tried to roll away from her hand.

“Nohohohohohn! I’m sohohohohrry! I wahahahahs acting!” She nodded to the fallen crown, her mind trying to keep up with both appealing to her, and making desperate attempts to avoid the tickling. She went rigid when Renee upped her antics, scrapping her nails along the length of her rib cage. “It wahahas a pahahart of thehe act! Renee! I’m sohohohrry!”

Wraith smirked and kept on tickling her ribs, drawing out louder and harder giggles the longer she continued. She eyed the crown and leaned over to grab it with her free hand. She held onto it, giving Wattson a side glance, before deciding to put it on her own head. Renee had dressed up as a witch last Halloween, but she didn’t really act like one. The whole idea seemed rather childish to her. But, as much as she wanted to deny it, she was having fun, and she didn’t have a lot of it these days. So, pushing the accessory onto her head, she suddenly released Natalie’s arms and clawed at her armpits.

“Well, long live the queen then.” She simpered, having to speak up when the engineer screamed and cackled. Renee dodged her flailing limbs and snickered as the woman grabbed at her wrists.

“AAAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SUPPOSED TO BEHEHE MYHY LINEEEE--” Wattson bucked her hips as the void walker tickled her that much faster. She swatted at her wrists and pulled on them, but it didn’t do anything to deter her. “REHEHEHENEE NOOHOHOHOHO!”

Renee giggled and grabbed her wrists again, swiping her nails down her rib cage and sides. Natalie writhed against the floor, her laughter dying down to loud, high pitched giggles. “Aww, now who sounds adorable?” The void walker whispered, holding her wrists away from her while she tickled along her torso. She vibrated her hand against her stomach, noting her quickly reddening face, and the desperate tone of her laughter. She reached up to boop her nose before scratching at her stomach. “I think red is a much better look on you, Nat.”

Natalie’s cheeks burned red and she fought that much harder to escape. Somehow, she managed to free up one of her hands, and she used it to push at the older woman’s shoulders. “DOHOHOHOHN’T TEHEHEHEASE! IT’S NAHAHAHT FFF---AHH!”

When Nat raised her arm, she gave Renee access to her worst spot, and she was quick to seize the opportunity. Wraith pressed her fingers into the spot, making her arm shoot down, which only kept her wiggling fingers trapped against her armpit. Now, Wattson was in a predicament. Her left arm was still pinned down, and she was holding the right one against her side, frantically trying to stop Renee from tickling her armpit. She squeezed her arm against her side as tightly as she could, her loud laughter filling up the bedroom.

“ARRÊTE ÇA! (Stop it!) PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” The engineer cried out, shaking her head frantically as Renee kept on tickling and tickling. Wraith smirked and pushed her hand under her left arm so she could attack both armpits, earning another wail of laughter.

“Non, je ne veux pas. (No, I don’t want to.)” The older woman smiled, halting the tickling when Natalie looked up at her in shock. Natalie gaped at her with her blush ever so present on her face.

“I...you....whehehere did yohuhu learn French?” She gasped. She was grateful for the break and took the time to get in as much air as possible. Renee giggled and spidered her fingers against the side of her neck.

“I may have picked up a little bit from you.” Renee admitted, following her friend’s head as she squealed and laughed. Although Wattson was moving her head around too much for her to see it, the void walker’s eyes softened as she brought out some additional yelps and giggles. There weren’t many people that Renee was close to; it was difficult to connect with others when she spent so much time traveling between dimensions. Wattson, though, was definitely someone she’d connected to during her search for answers, a tried and true best friend. But, there was this new, stronger feeling swirling around her insides, and she wasn’t quite sure what it was. All she knew was that it was more intense than a simple admiration. Natalie’s adorable giggling didn’t do anything to lessen that feeling, either.

Wattson threw her head to one side and pinned the void walker’s hand between her neck and shoulder. Wraith chuckled and tried to pull her hand back, but the engineer was determined to keep her hand still. If she couldn’t move it, she couldn’t tickle her, right?

“Nat, let go of my hand…” Wraith snickered, pinching at her sides warningly. Nat yelped and laughed again, but refused to move her head.

“Nohohohoho! You’ll tihihihckle mehehehehe with it!” Wattson whined, bucking her hips as the woman drilled her fingers into her stomach. Wraith nodded, laughing.

“Yeah, I will. But maybe I’ll be nicer if you let my hand go.” The void walker cocked her head to the side, grinning and continuing to walk her fingers along her stomach. She gave Nat’s hips a curious squeeze, which made her squeak, but it wasn’t as bad of a spot for her. Natalie stubbornly shook her head and resumed her intense struggling and laughing.

“Nohohoho, yohohohu wohohohn’t! I dohohohn’t beheheLIEVE YOHOHOHU--”

Wraith put her hand back underneath her right arm and tickled away at her armpit. Wattson screamed and thumped her head against the floor, freeing Renee’s hand, which found a home in her left armpit.

“Fine, suit yourself, Nat.” The void walker shrugged and leaned over her, so that she could counter her weight and keep her down even if she arched her back. Natalie kicked her legs against the floor, screaming with laughter, which encouraged Renee to tickle faster and faster.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHY! OKAHAHAHAY! I BEHEHELIEVE YOHOHUHU! PLEHEHEHEHASE!” Natalie begged and helplessly thrashed against the floor. The tickling sensations were terrible, but being unable to struggle made it so much worse. Renee initially ignored her and ducked her head down, blowing some raspberries into the sides of her tummy. The engineer writhed and wildly shook her head, her laughter quickly turning silent. Wraith stopped tickling once she didn’t hear her anymore and climbed off her friend.

“Truce?” Renee coyly asked, helping her sit up. She grinned at the sight before her; Natalie’s hair was a mess, and her face was still a bright shade of red. The engineer nodded, flopping against the woman so that her head was resting against her shoulder.

“Oui, we can have a truce.” Wattson breathed, holding onto her arm to keep her in place. The sun was peeking through the drop ship’s windows now, but it didn’t matter, both of them were finally tired. Wraith yawned and slowly leaned back to recline against the bed, making sure that Natalie didn’t topple over.

“...Renee?” Natalie whispered after a prolonged amount of silence. Wraith had fallen into a light slumber, so she jolted at the sound, not caring that the silly crown finally fell off.

“Mhmm?”

“I’m glad...we’re friends.” Natalie blinked up at her and smiled a tired, but genuine smile. “After Papa died, I didn’t think I’d have friends again. All of the Legends are family to me, but you...you are so important to me. You’re my best friend.”

Wraith smiled warmly and hooked one arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. “You’re my best friend too, Natalie. I’ve been in many dimensions, but there’s no one quite like you. It’d be pretty lonely without you. And...Elliott, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Both women laughed, and the silence came back. Renee peeked down at Natalie; she couldn’t really see her face, but it seemed like she’d fallen asleep. She sighed deeply, looking at the ceiling.

“I hope that there’s a reality where you and I could be...maybe, more than best friends.”

Little did Wraith know, Wattson hadn’t completely fallen asleep, so she heard what she’d said. She slowly moved her hand and put it on top of Renee’s.

“...Maybe it could be this one.”

I know this fic is really, really, late, and I apologize for that. But, I hope you enjoyed it anyway! This fic is a couple of "firsts" for me, first darksparks fic, and my first fic for Halloween 2021. Thanks @caatnip for helping me come up with the idea for this. Flirting is not my strong suit haha. I started writing this at 2:57am today and just kinda went with it, but if it's not to your liking, let me know and I'll try to come up with something else.

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angelatmidnight1 · 3 years

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hey there! so glad you're back, and happy new years btw!! idk if you're taking prompts atm so don't feel like you have to write this straight away (since you just posted a new fanfic anyway, and it was worth the wait as always), but i was thinking maybe you could write something with wattson and loba? because on this current season, loba is trying to be nicer to her, to kind of make up for the S5 accident, and i mean we love to see that character development lol. cheers!

A/N: Hi, happy (very late) New Years! I’ve actually picked up Loba as my secondary main, so I was really excited to write for both her and Wattson. This story is based on quest events from season 5 and onward, as well as the Legends’ dialogue mainly between Loba, Wattson, and Crypto (this video kind of shows the lines, but I couldn't find the one I originally watched). I was also inspired by a post from @thebliznet, which helped the story along a lot. Thank you for allowing me to mention your post and the blog! I hope this story is to your liking anon :). I had fun writing it.

Unleashing Your Inner Wolf- After Wattson’s accident, Loba has kept a watchful eye over her. This is especially true after Revenant has sworn to ruin the thief’s life. When the murderous simulacrum joined the Apex Games, Loba was hellbent on killing him herself. But, this wasn’t a job she had to do alone. Loba had all of the Legends wrapped around her fingers with the dirt she had on them, and she was pleased to have them at her disposal. The job was simple: find the artifacts she needed, locate Revenant’s source code, and end his miserable existence. So, when Wattson wandered into the building alone to retrieve an artifact, her plans literally went up in flames. Not only was she further away from what she wanted, someone nearly died, and it wasn’t the demonio. Loba secretly thanks the gods for Wattson’s recovery; the engineer has a harsher view of the world now, yes, but she’s alive. It was the first and last time that Loba would put someone in danger on her behalf. After having her as a teammate during a couple of games, Loba discovers some new, interesting information: Wattson spends a great deal of time speaking with Crypto. And, the thief finds their nervous, awkward interactions absolutely adorable. Loba decides to take the engineer under her wing to teach her the art of flirting. But first, she has to teach her the most important lesson out there: self love. Wattson finds her lessons a bit unorthodox, and is reluctant to open up. So, Loba’s first job is getting her to smile...and maybe laugh, too.

When Crypto fell on the battlefield, Loba was quick to toss her bracelet and teleport to his aid. She had a Guardian Angel backpack and there were fences set up within their hideout to deter an enemy push. She was just slipping her bracelet back on when someone else rounded the corner and ran over to the downed hacker. It was Wattson, who put her Interception Pylon in the center of the room to deny incoming projectiles. The engineer heard an angry “bloody hell” from the explosive expert outside, which made her grin inwardly. Natalie knelt down and rubbed her hands together to generate a charge. Unlike the rest of the Legends, the engineer revived her teammates by using her equipment like a defibrillator.

“Got you Tae J---ohhh…” Instead of pulling him up, Wattson accidentally dropped him back onto the floor, covering her mouth with both hands. Crypto landed with a heavy thump and a groan.

“Ugh, Natalie..” The hacker winced, prompting her to start the revive again, her mind still racing to finish her sentence.

“J...Joules and Watts are tied for my favorite units of measurements. And yours?” Natalie giggled nervously after she successfully pulled the man back onto his feet. She looked over her shoulder to see Loba staring at them like they each had two heads. But then, the enemy Bangalore shot at her through the window, giving the engineer and hacker a welcome distraction.

“...I’ll get better at this. I promise.” Wattson smiled and pushed a Phoenix Kit into Crypto’s hands. Crypto sighed and put the healing item to use, giving her a small smile of his own.

“Thank you, Natalie.” Tae Joon huddled in the corner of the room to stay out of enemy sights. This prompted Natalie to put another fence at the doorway that would lead to them. No one was going to get in and hurt her friend; not if she had something to say about it! So, when she heard someone approaching, Wattson immediately pointed her Mastiff at the door, ready to take down whoever managed to slip in. She yelped and fired at the thief when she stuck her head in; fortunately, there was no friendly fire allowed in the Games.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Loba frowned and walked further into the room. “The whole squad’s down and a wall of death is coming our way. We need to move.”

“Got it!” Wattson hopped to her feet and offered a hand to the hacker. Crypto reached up to take it but froze, looking over Natalie’s shoulder. For some reason, the thief was still looking at them. The engineer arched a brow and, since she didn’t see what he saw, she grabbed onto his hand anyway. “Let’s go, Crypto. Allons-y!”

Crypto stood without a word and followed the engineer out of the room. Wattson didn’t release his hand even when they were well inside the ring. The hacker cleared his throat and gave the woman’s hand a gentle, but urgent squeeze, and she promptly let go of him. But, since Loba was trailing behind them, she saw everything, and a knowing smirk graced her lips.

Loba found the engineer in her room after the match was over. Her high heels sounding throughout the hallway announced her arrival way before she did. So, by the time the thief sauntered to her doorway, Wattson was already facing her.

“Ah, there’s the little heart breaker in the making…” Loba grinned and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed against her chest. The engineer furrowed her brows and pushed her organized clutter further back onto her desk.

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” Wattson appeared even more confused as she approached her. Loba glanced to the woman’s desk; besides the textbooks and random sticky notes everywhere, the thief didn’t see any obvious signs of a romantic rendezvous. No roses, no letters, and worse: no shiny trinkets.

“I used to think hand holding was a dying art. No more lingering touches, or a bat of the eye. Nowadays it’s just sloppy grabbing, a couple minutes of heavy breathing, and then...nothing.” Loba let out a wistful sigh as stood behind the younger woman, putting her hands on her shoulders. “It’s all quite dull, if you ask me. But then, I saw you and Crypto holding hands…”

The realization hit Wattson and her face turned pink. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, so the thief continued. “And it was so refreshing to see. It’s subtle. Innocent. And yet...intimate. Especially with the right person.”

Wattson hopped out of her chair and faced the thief, her pink face quickly turning red. “I...I didn’t...I wasn’t...he was injured!” She stammered, suddenly unable to meet Loba’s teasing gaze. “I only held his hand to make sure he was okay!”

“Oh, of course, beautiful. That’s kind of you..” Loba chuckled and stepped in front of her. She knelt down, “In fact, it was so kind that it must’ve stuck with him the whole time he watched you walk away~.”

Wattson looked up with a gasp and finally met her gaze. Her face grew even redder as she struggled to find her words again. “...Crypto and I...we--we’re just friends. That’s all. I’m sure he was just...um...w-watching my back. His drone is very useful on the battlefield.” She put a hand on the back of her neck; it was burning hot, just like her face.

Loba didn’t want the engineer to pass out on her, so she took a step back to give her some breathing room. “I can’t argue with you there. But...what do you think of him?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “He’s on the quieter side, I’ll have to admit. But he’s very handsome, no?”

“...Well..maybe...” Natalie toyed with the ends of her shirt as she looked to the corner of the room. There was a radio that Octane gave her a while back, and Loba caught her looking at it. This made the thief smirk again.

“Where’d you get that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a radio like that before.” Loba strutted over to the little device and picked it up. Natalie perked up and hurried over to gently take it from her.

“Oh! Octavio gave this to me. He spray painted it using my favorite colors.” The engineer visibly relaxed and finally allowed herself to smile. Loba’s eyebrows rose and, grinning, she couldn’t help but to tease her again.

“Oh, so there’s two people vying for your affection. You like to have options.” Loba giggled when the engineer’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I like how you think. There’s so many beautiful people out there...why limit yourself to one?”

“No! It isn’t like that, really!” Natalie insisted and put her radio back down so she didn’t drop it. “I mean...Octavio and Ta---er, Crypto, are attractive, yes. But I wouldn’t flirt with them! Because...well, I...don’t know how.”

Loba wanted to laugh, but this new bit of information surprised her. She arched a brow and crossed one leg over the other. “You don’t know how?”

“Well, I know how.” The engineer corrected herself and fiddled with her hair next. “But I don’t know what to say! Plus, I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

Loba’s eyes softened; the engineer was too cute. “Aw, it’s alright, doll. A little harmless flirting every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone. Keeps things interesting, if you ask me.” She smirked, playfully nudging her side with her elbow. Natalie stiffened and pursed her lips.

“That’s easy for you to say. You flirt with everybody.” The engineer muttered, giving her a coy smile when Loba feigned offense.

“Oh, come on, I do not flirt with everyone. I’m very selective in who I choose. Not everyone is worth my time.” Loba fired back with a grin. It didn’t seem like she was winning the engineer over, so she decided to switch tactics. “I suppose you can say there’s a certain elegance to flirting. If you’d like, I’ll show you. Free of charge, of course.”

Wattson looked up at the woman skeptically. The engineer didn’t know her as well as some of her other friends, but she didn’t believe that she would steer her wrong. “Er..how do you propose to do that?”

Loba beamed at her and gestured to her closet with a manicured hand. “Put on your favorite outfit, then stop by my room.” She grinned and sauntered back out into the hallway. She looked over her shoulder and saw the uncertainty lingering in her eyes. She sighed, “Trust me, beautiful. I won’t embarrass you. I know just what you need to have whomever you like flocking over to you.”

“...Okay, Loba. I’ll be there in a moment.” Wattson smiled and waited for her to leave so that she could change clothes.

Natalie opted for a simple outfit with her favorite Nessie shirt and jeans. She stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. Then, she wandered down the hall until she got to the thief’s room. She could hear music playing as she approached the door, and found the thief idly swaying to the beat when she stepped into the room.

Loba beckoned for the engineer to come closer, another smirk on her face. “Come on in. I don’t bite.” She snickered, her cocky smirk giving way to a small smile. “You look cute.”

“Merci. Um...so what will we be doing, exactly?” The engineer peeked behind Loba to see a pole in the corner of the room. She blinked; what on Earth was this woman planning?

“Well, before we work on making your special Legend fall for you, I think you could use a bit of a confidence boost.” Loba smiled and strode over to her pole, hooking an arm around it. “I’m going to teach you how to pole dance.”

Wattson’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and her face turned a bright shade of red. Loba immediately put up her hands.

“Hold on, it’s not what you think. I didn’t say you were stripping, nor does pole dancing have to involve it. This is about doing something fun, something that makes you feel sexy. Because when you feel good, you look good. And others notice it too…” Loba smiled at her hopefully and extended a hand. “Won’t you give it a try, love? If at any point you don’t like it, we stop. Simple as that.”

“Umm...a-alright…” Natalie blushed even more as she took the thief’s hand. Loba beamed excitedly and led her to the pole.

“Wonderful. Now, let’s just set the mood.” Loba had the best wireless speakers that a thief could get their hands on, and she switched the current song to something slower.

“Mmm, there we go. So! The first thing you want to do is take your dominant hand, and reach high above your head.” Loba demonstrated what Natalie needed to do on the opposite side of the pole. “Then you want to...ah, hold on.” She let go of her side of the pole and walked behind the engineer. “Make sure your shoulders are down and back, like this…”

Loba took her shoulders and gently maneuvered them in the correct position. Her nails gently brushed against them as she drew back, causing the younger woman to squeak and flinch. The thief looked down at her with an arched brow. “...What?”

“Pardon (Sorry), Loba! It’s just...your nails are long, and that tickled a bit.” Natalie smiled sheepishly and rolled her shoulders. Loba chuckled and stood behind her again.

“Oh, not a problem.” The thief put her shoulders in the correct position one more time; then, smirking, she stood back in front of her to continue the lesson. “There we go, perfect. Next, you want to stand on your toes, and take three steps with the leg closest to the pole. So, like this…”

Loba walked Wattson through the rest of the steps for a basic, fireman spin. The engineer caught on quickly but, although she was performing the moves correctly, her overall movement was pretty stiff. It didn’t help that Octane wandered down the hallway, drawn to the music, and curiously poked his head in the room. He wasn’t wearing his usual mask and was eating a candy bar; but, when he saw Natalie pole dancing, his jaw dropped...along with his snack. Thankfully, Natalie didn’t notice him because of the music and her focus; Loba, on the other hand, heard the sound and she glanced at the door. She narrowed her eyes at the daredevil, mouthing ‘get out, or you’re dead.’ She grabbed her staff and pointed it at him to show that she wasn’t messing around. Octane held up his hands and, nudging the candy bar back towards him with his leg, he picked it up and took off down the hall. After a few more spins, Wattson stood up straight and looked up at the thief.

“Loba? Did I do it right?” Natalie panted a bit and rubbed the back of her neck. Loba turned back around; the engineer got the moves down to a T, but there was still something missing. She looked so shy, so unsure of herself...and, perking up, Loba knew exactly what she needed.

“You did, and I’m impressed. I don’t see many people catch on to this sort of thing so quickly.” She complimented, slowly making her way back to her side. Wattson re-assumed the position by the pole, assuming that they were going to practice again. The thief chuckled. “There is just one, tiny thing I think you need to do…”

Wattson looked up at her and stepped away from the pole. She was flattered by the compliment...but, the mischievous glint in the she-wolf’s eyes made her falter. “Okay...what is it?”

“...Smile.” Loba grinned and latched her hand onto her hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Wattson yelped and lurched away from her hand, but Loba was quick to close the distance. When the engineer pushed her hand off of one hip, she just squeezed the other one instead. Loba already had her laughing before she even pinned her down onto the mattress behind her.

“Nohohohohoh! Nohohohoh Lohohohohba, dohohohn’t!” Natale panicked and tried to roll away from the she-wolf. She arched her back when Loba’s manicured nails found her sides, giggling loudly. “DohohoHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Don’t what?” Loba grinned and gently poked at her belly, tracing five manicured nails up and down her torso. Wattson’s giggles picked up to laughter and she bucked her hips.

“DOHOHOohohohohn’t tihihihckle mehehehehehe!” The engineer squeaked and struggled harder when the thief slipped her hand underneath her shirt, clawing at her bare stomach. “LOHOHOHOHBAHAHA!”

“Oh, that tickles? I had no idea.” Loba smirked and lifted her shirt up to give her better access to her stomach. She slowed her tickles to gentle, featherlight strokes along her tummy. This still made the engineer laugh, but not quite as hard. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish before? That would’ve made things much easier.”

Natalie giggled uncontrollably and sucked in her belly to try and escape the tickles. Not only did it fail, but Loba kept up the slow, teasing pace, which sent ticklish shivers up her spine. “N-Nohohohohohoh ihhihiht wohohohohuhuhldn’t!” She tittered, another laugh escaping her as the thief gave her hips another squeeze.

“Yes it would!” Loba snickered, kneading her thumbs into the woman’s hip bones. Wattson squealed and bucked her hips, but Loba didn’t let go of them. “A smile can bring even the hardest of men, and women, to their knees, falling for you...”

The color came rushing back to Wattson’s face as she squirmed in the she-wolf’s iron-hold, giggling. “Okahahahay! Okahahahay I’ll smhihihihle MOHOHOHOHRE!” Natalie shrieked and laughed when Loba’s fingers scribbled back into her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Oho, yes. You certainly will be smiling more...” Loba teased and swiped her nails from one side of her tummy to the next. She laughed at the squeal it produced, which only encouraged her to tickle faster. “You’re stuck with the big bad wolf, and she’s going to tickle you to pieces~.”

Wattson fell into a deeper fit of laughter and increased her efforts to escape. The thief’s fingers strayed away from her stomach and scritched to her lowermost ribs. Natalie’s eyes widened and her laughter went up a few pitches as she rocked side to side. “NOHOHOHOHOH! PLEHEHEHEAHAHSE DOHOHOHOHN’T!” She begged, pulling at her trapped arms repeatedly. Loba had her arms pinned underneath her thighs and despite all of her struggling, they didn’t move an inch. “LOHOHOHOBAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHAHA!”

Loba raised a brow and grinned, suddenly swiping her nails up the entire length of her ribs. Natalie squeaked and arched her back, causing the thief to giggle. “I think this is a good spot..” She purred, resting her hands back onto her lowermost ribs. She kneaded in between the bones and moved up her ribcage. The engineer kicked her legs against the bed and laughed louder, which made the thief smirk. “Aw, does that tickle? That looks like it tickles so much..”

Wattson turned crimson at the teasing and she shook her head, filling up the room with her laughter. Her laughter was so infectious that Loba laughed along with her, poking her fingers into her uppermost ribs. “No?” She tilted her head to the side when Natalie shrieked and threw her head back, laughing. Then, grinning, the she-wolf leaned in and repeatedly tweaked those ribs. “Are you sure?”

Wattson shook her head even harder and whipped her body around, trying to avoid her long nails. When that didn’t work, she opted for attempting to buck Loba off of her...which also failed. So, the engineer continued to laugh herself silly and make futile attempts to escape. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I MEHEHEHAHAHAN--AH!” The thief leaned over and blew a raspberry onto her bare stomach. “DOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOH THAHAHT HAHAHAAHA!”

“Do what?” Loba chuckled and blew another raspberry, snickering when the engineer bucked her hips again. She blew another raspberry on a different spot on her stomach, and then another one somewhere else. She resumed wriggling her nails on her uppermost ribs while she continued blowing on her stomach, sending the engineer on a one-way trip to hysterics.

“THAHAHAHAHT!” Wattson screamed and shut her eyes tight, her laughter sounding squeakier each time Loba’s lips made contact with her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHT! PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHSE!”

Loba paused, pretending to think, only to resume tickling the younger woman’s ribs and stomach. “Hmm, what if I don’t want to stop?” She hummed, swiping her fingers back down the length of her ribcage. The engineer yelped and snorted, making Loba giggle again. “What if I find it enjoyable to make you laugh so much?”

The thief eased up on the tickling so that Natalie could speak. Wattson’s laughter died down to giggles as Loba squeezed her sides and hips. “Iheheheheheheheh ahahahahalready ahaahahahaham!” She tittered, snickering as Loba stroked her nails up her torso. Loba wriggled her nails in slow, circular motions just underneath Natalie’s ribcage, causing her to jolt and giggle harder. “I’m ahahahahalrehehehady laahahahaughihihihng!”

“So you are. But, I think I can make you laugh a little bit more, no?” Loba smirked and tickled further up her ribcage. This time, she pressed her fingertips into the bones and kneaded each rib individually. Wattson’s eyes bugged out and she squealed, dissolving back into laughter.

“NOHOHOHOHOH! YOHOHOHU DOHOHOHN’T NEEHEHEHED TOHOHOHO!” The engineer yelled, kicking her legs out again as she laughed. She twisted her torso around, but Loba kept up with her struggling and focused on the most sensitive ribs. Her laughter and squirming grew more desperate by the second, and Loba took advantage of her adorable state to lower herself back towards her stomach. By the time Wattson noticed, it was too late; Loba took a deep breath and ducked her head down, blowing a raspberry right over her navel. Natalie shrieked and thrashed around violently, but this didn’t deter the she-wolf. “NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIHIHIHT!”

Loba was still blowing the raspberry as the engineer cackled out her demands; she made sure to empty her lungs. Then, instead of complying, she brushed her fingers against her uppermost ribs again while she blew another lung-emptying raspberry over her navel. By then, Wattson was howling with laughter. After a few more raspberries, Loba reached up further and burrowed her nails into her armpits, prompting a sudden shriek of desperate laughter.

“NONONOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHAHAHAHS IHIHIHCI! PAHAHAHAHAHAS IHIHIHIHCI! (Not there! Not there!)” Natalie screamed and pulled at her arms as much as she could. Loba smirked widely and stopped tickling, but kept her nails pressed into the woman’s armpits.

“Well, well, well...look what I’ve found…” The thief purred, applying just a little bit of pressure to make her shiver and giggle. “This spot must be terribly ticklish, huh?” She slowly raked her nails back and forth where her armpits began, looking down at the engineer with a smile. “Call it woman’s intuition.”

Wattson sputtered and giggled heavily, teetering on the edge of laughter. She gave her arms another sharp pull, but it didn’t do anything to free them. When she didn’t respond with understandable words, the thief gave her armpits a quick scribble, making her shriek and laugh. “YEHEHEHEHS! Ihihihihiht tihihihckles! Sohohohohoh leheheheht mehehehe gohohohoh! Plehehehehease…” She pleaded, staring up at the thief with nervous, giggly anticipation.

Loba playfully tutted at her and shook her head. “Aw, Natalie. When have you ever known me to walk away from a gold mine?” She simpered, sneaking her hands underneath her arms and scratching away at her hollows.

Wattson screeched and burst out laughing, bucking against the mattress. The thief focused on the very center of each armpit, where the muscles split. Loba almost toppled over from how much Wattson was squirming; so, for a moment, she believed that the younger woman would somehow be able to free herself. So, keeping her fingers buried in her right armpit, the thief shifted her weight so that she could reach above her bed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA LOHOHOHOHOHBAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN!” Natalie cried out, squirming as far to the left as she could to try and get away from the intense sensation. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHIHIHCKLE THEHEHER--HEHEHEHEHY!”

While Wattson was laughing, Loba lifted up her left arm and slipped her wrist through a restraint above the bed frame. It was soft, black, and made out of nylon, but sturdy enough to keep her arm in place. The she-wolf stopped tickling to do the same thing to her right arm. Now, she had easy access to her armpits and torso. Loba settled back down onto her waist, making a dramatic show of wiggling her fingers in the air.

“There we go, much better.” The thief began, grinning as Natalie paled and tried to tug her wrists free from the newfound restraints. “Now there’s nothing in my way…” She whispered tauntingly, lowering her hands even closer to her exposed armpits. Wattson’s eyes were locked onto Loba’s wiggling nails and she squirmed, already giggling.

“Nohohohohoh wahahahait! WahahAHAHAHIT!” Natalie squeaked and jumped when Loba held her nails just inches from her armpits. The she-wolf cocked her head to the side and smirked at her.

“...Yes?” Loba chuckled, wiggling her fingers in the air again. She wasn’t even touching Wattson yet, but the engineer squealed and giggled harder the closer her fingers got.

“PLEHEHEHEAHASE STAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson yelled, her arms twitching from how much she was trying to pull them down. The phantom tickles caught up with her and she started laughing, making the thief laugh in turn.

“What? I’m not even touching you!” Loba giggled, barely pressing her fingertips to her armpits. The engineer screamed and bucked her hips; now, Loba was laughing almost as hard as she was. “Seriously? I don’t even have to do anything, do I? You’re too ticklish for your own good.” She smiled, letting her words hang in the air. Just when Wattson thought she was going to attack her armpits, the she-wolf switched gears and started stroking her sides.

Wattson shivered and wiggled, biting her lips to trap the giggles. Loba arched a brow at her and, grinning, she jabbed her fingers into her ribs. The engineer flinched and grinned widely, shaking with the laughter that she refused to let free.

“That’s not going to work, love…” Loba sang, rubbing her fingertips between the bones. Wattson gasped and let a few giggles slip out, but she was determined to hold out. Loba leaned in again and slowly started scratching her way up her ribcage. “I know you want to laugh. And, it would seem that I’m exceptionally good at making you laugh…” She continued teasing, causing the engineer to giggle even more. The thief continued tickling her ribs and even her stomach before finally descending on her armpits. Loba dug five wiggling nails into each armpit, causing Natalie to scream and cackle loudly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON LOHOHOHOHBA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! (Stop it! Stop it!)” Wattson shrieked and threw her body around, laughing harder when Loba tickled faster. Loba chuckled and jabbed her fingers into her armpits instead, making the engineer let out another cry of laughter.

“Sorry, beautiful. But I never did pick up on the language of love. You’ll have to translate for me..” Loba jeered, scribbling away along the poor woman’s armpits. Wattson tossed her head back again and shook with laughter. Any words that she tried to say were lost as she desperately tried to escape the woman’s devious nails. Loba kept up the tickling for a good five minutes before slowing the scribbling down to slow, gentle strokes. “You know what? There’s something I meant to ask you..” She remembered, slowing the tickling down even more so that the engineer could breathe and speak.

“...Whahahahahahahat?” Natalie panted and snickered, grateful for the small break, but still twitching from the residue tickles. Loba, since she noticed how especially ticklish her right armpit seemed to be, traced a nail just around that particular armpit.

“You know, all of this talk about flirting and charming others has got me wondering...who is it you have your eyes on?” The thief inquired, taking that same nail and poking it into her armpit at random intervals. Wattson snorted and pulled at her right arm, her cheeks reddening.

“I-I dohohohn’t hahahahave mhyhy ehehehehyes ohohohn ahahahanyoohohohne…” Natalie giggled; when the engineer looked up at her, there was skepticism written all over her face. And that one, lone finger poking into her armpit noticeably picked up speed. “I’m sehehehehrious! Lohohohohbahahaha plehehehehase!” She tried again, rolling her body to the side and frantically giggling.

“Aw, sweetie. I’ve been doing this sort of thing a long time. I can always tell when someone has a crush…” Loba purred, starting to poke all five of her fingers into that same armpit. Wattson yelped and turned her face into her shoulder, loud laughter mixing in with her giggles. In fact, she was giggling so loud that the thief had to speak up so that she could be heard. “Would you like to know what else I’m good at?”

“NOHOHohohohohohohohoh!” Natalie rejected and resumed kicking at the mattress. She was dangerously close to laughing; so, the thief positioned her free hand by the woman’s left armpit while continuing to tickle the right one.

“I’m also good at picking out lies…” Loba muttered with an evil grin, spidering her all ten of her nails against both of her armpits. Wattson started bucking her hips again, hysterical laughter filling up every last corner of the room.

“I’M NAHAHAHAHT LYHYHYHYING! AHAHAHAHAH I’M NAHAHAHAHAT!” Natalie argued, her trapped arms twitching in place as she fell deeper into hysterics. It didn’t matter how much she pulled or bucked; her arms stayed above her head, and Loba was having a blast tickling her super sensitive armpits. The thief decided to drag her nails along her outer left armpit while she continued tickling every inch of the right one. “PLEHEHEHAHASE LOHOHOHOBAHAHAHA I’M NAHAHT LHYHYHYINHG HAHAHAHA!”

“Yes you are! Just tell me who it is. I’ll keep it a secret.” Loba promised and, smiling, she flicked her nail against her left armpit. Wattson squirmed to the right and squeaked, so the thief did the same thing to the right armpit. She laughed when the engineer jumped to the opposite side, so she kept on alternating the pokes, amused by the little ‘dance’ she was doing.

“IT’S NOHOHOH OHOHOHOHNE HAHAHAHAHA!” Natalie insisted and shut her eyes, her laughter completely taking over her. “I DOHOHOHOHN’T HAHAHAHAVE A CRUHUHSHAHAHAHAHA!”

A small part of Loba believed her, but another part of her wanted to keep tickling just a bit longer. She could tell the engineer was reaching her limit, though, so she wanted to give her one last good tickling before she stopped. So, with a small sigh, Loba grabbed onto her right arm with her left hand. Then, with her right hand, she pressed her fingertips into her uppermost rib. Wattson arched her back and kept on giggling but, when she tried to pull her arm down again, it didn’t move at all. The restraints were already keeping her limbs still anyway, but Loba’s grip made it virtually impossible for her arm to have the slightest movement. Natalie froze as the panic seeped in.

“Last chance, beautiful. Tell me who you have the hots for, and I’ll stop.” Loba demanded, vibrating her fingers against the bone. Wattson shook her head and laughed, pleadingly looking into the she-wolf’s dark eyes. “If you don’t...well, let’s just say I’m sure you’ll come around…” She continued warning, smirking as she slowly inched toward her armpit. “So? Who’s that special Legend?”

Wattson breathed heavily, her body going rigid in anticipation of the incoming tickles. She kept her eyes on her just in case she decided to have mercy...but Loba wasn’t so easily swayed. The engineer scrambled to provide her a satisfactory answer, but she took too long, and the thief wasn’t a fan of waiting. Loba kept a firm grip on Natalie’s arm as she wriggled her nails into the right armpit, scribbling along the area where the muscles split.

The engineer thrashed in Loba’s grip, convulsing with laughter. She repeatedly shook her head and tried to get even the smallest bit of leverage on her arm, but the thief wasn’t having any of it. So, Natalie didn’t have a choice but to take the tickles and laugh her head off...which is exactly what she did.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson gave up on trying to speak and resumed laughing into her shoulder. “SAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“No can do, love. I gave you plenty of chances to come clean. And you didn’t take them.” Loba donned her best pitying voice as she fluttered her fingertips into her left armpit, now tickling both armpits. Wattson squeaked and scrunched her nose up from how hard she was laughing. “I told you what would happen…” She whispered, leaning over to resume blowing on the engineer’s stomach.

Wattson yelled one more time before her laughter became silent. She was too tired to struggle, so she laid limp as the she-wolf tickled her. Loba stopped the tickling altogether when she didn’t hear anymore laughter, reaching above the bed frame to undo her restraints. The engineer’s arms felt heavy as she finally brought them down, trembling and giggling.

“I’ll tehehehell yohohohu...I’ll tehehehell yohohohu..” Natalie gasped for air and sat up, pulling down her shirt and rubbing her arms together. Loba chuckled and shook her head, crawling off the bed to give her some space.

“No need, beautiful. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. And I’m sure whoever it is will love hearing you laugh just as much as I did.” She winked, giggling when the woman’s cheeks reddened. Loba strode away from her just to turn off the music. Then, she returned to the engineer and sat beside her. The thief’s expression became more serious and she turned to face her. “Mind if I give you some advice on pursuing this mystery lover of yours?” She quipped and offered her a smile...but, something about the way she asked made Wattson look up. And, when she did, the smile also disappeared.

“Yes? What is it, Loba?” Natalie put her hands in her lap and eyed her curiously. Loba sighed and stared at the wall for a moment before looking at the engineer.

“I haven’t always been honest with you. With anyone, really. Because after I lost my parents...well, I didn’t think any of that mattered anymore.” Loba admitted quietly, frowning for the first time in the time she and Wattson spent together. “I learned that the world is a cold, unforgiving place. And as long as I got what I wanted, nothing else mattered. I had to claw my way out of the slums to get where I am now, so if I broke someone’s heart or stole some old guy’s jewelry, so what? At the end of the day, I took care of myself. Because I didn’t have anyone to do it for me.” She sighed, putting one hand over the other as she remembered her parents. Wattson blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but the thief held up her hand.

“I don’t want you to feel bad for me, Natalie. I’m fine. I’m just...what I’m saying is that once the demonio joined the Games, I realized that I didn’t have to do everything by myself anymore. I lied to you, to everyone, to get what I wanted. And..I almost got you killed. I just want to tell you that no matter who you fall for, always take care of yourself first. And do it by yourself. That way, no one else gets hurt if things go south…” Loba affirmed, looking directly into the engineer’s eyes. “And if they’re dishonest with you, make sure you walk away.”

Wattson’s gaze didn’t falter as she looked up at the thief. She took on a serious expression, too. “You did what you did to avenge your family. I don’t blame you for that..” She answered firmly, which surprised the thief. Loba expected anger, rage even….but she got quite the opposite. “If Revenant did that to my family, I’d…” The engineer trailed off, suddenly getting louder, her eyes momentarily engulfed with fury. But then, she calmed down and sighed. “I don’t even want to say it. But, I also think that people can change for the better, if they want to. I’ve seen it myself.” A smile sprung onto Natalie’s face as she put her hand over Loba’s. “So no matter what you choose to do, Loba, I forgive you. You’re a part of the Legend-ary family now, for better or worse!” Natalie giggled and beamed up at the woman. Loba chuckled and patted her hand; she wasn’t the emotional type, but the engineer’s words made her heart feel warm.

“Thanks, Natalie. Now, it’s getting late. And I have some...things, I have to take care of. Why don’t you go break some more hearts and tell me about it tomorrow?” Loba quipped, pulling her hand free to poke Wattson’s sides. Wattson lurched away from her and laughed, hopping off of the bed.

“Okahahy...I’ll see you around, Loba!” Natalie smiled and bid the thief farewell, hurrying out of her room and down the hallway. Loba noticed the slight strut to her walk as she left, which made her heart swell with pride.

Aw, they grow up so fast…

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oh wow, I really loved reading through your mirage/wattson fic, its so well written and adorable and it kind of put a smile on my face the whole time :) I was wondering if you could write something with wraith and wattson? Maybe wattson getting wraith cuz shes usually more quiet and needs to loosen up a bit? Or for instance, the other way around- wraith getting wattson, which catches her by surprise since she never in a lifetime would think that the reserved wraith would have this playful side

Can You Keep A Straight Face?

The voices in Wraith’s head have been giving her a hard time and she’s become more reclusive than usual. She has managed to push everyone away except for Wattson, who is determined to be her light at the end of the tunnel. The Legends have time off away from the games and it is the perfect opportunity for the engineer to talk to the mysterious skirmisher. While they spend time together, Wattson hears a song on the radio that she wants Wraith to explain to her. Wraith tells Wattson what a ‘poker face’ is and the engineer takes it upon herself to explore the meaning further. Wraith always says that nothing phases her, but is that really true? Natalie wants to know for sure and, well, let’s say Renee saw this coming a mile away.

“Tea?”

Wattson tentatively pushed the mug of dark liquid towards the skirmisher across from her. The mug was a purple, 16 ounce galaxy themed mug that Natalie bought especially for Renee. The black tea inside the mug was prepared with two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk, made exactly the way Wraith preferred. Wattson didn’t know a lot about Wraith but she did catch her drinking tea on the occasion. This prompted the engineer to seek out a mug that matched Wraith’s theme and, at least in her opinion, the galaxy mug fit her perfectly. Wraith, however, didn’t look up when the mug was pushed in front of her. She was staring at the wall across from her with a distant look in her pale eyes. Wattson frowned; the engineer knew that the voices kept her safe in the Apex Games, but she wasn’t sure if she could say the same thing outside the arena. There weren’t any games scheduled in at least three days and, clad in her oversized black hoodie and snug fitting jeans, Wraith looked so small and alone. Wattson waited to see if her friend would acknowledge her but, when the skirmisher began to anxiously tug at the cuffs on her sleeve, she leaned forward and placed her hand on her arm. “...Renee?”

Wraith flinched and accidentally brought her knee up to the table with a loud bang. The entire table shook and threatened to spill the contents of her mug. Wattson jumped away with a squeak and eyed her worriedly once she finally returned her gaze. The skirmisher was rubbing her knee with a pained expression on her face and sighed quietly. “Sorry..” Wraith’s voice barely qualified as a whisper and she finally took notice of the hot tea in front of her. “I’m not thirsty, Natalie. Thanks though.”

“Oh…” Natalie answered sadly as she picked up the mug and brought it to the middle of the table. The last thing she wanted was the tea to go flying if something or someone startled her again. “Well, how about chocolate cake then? I made some this morning.” Wattson tried to sound happy again as she bounded over to the nearby countertop. The chocolate cake was encased in a cake pan but the engineer cut two slices out of it ahead of time. Right before she could take the lid off, however, Wraith shook her head and pulled her sleeves over her hands. “No thank you.” She murmured, her fingers finding the soft cotton material and curling into it. Wattson turned back around and could not hide the sadness on her face this time.

“But you love chocolate cake. It’s good, I promise! Elliott and Octavio already had a slice.” She responded as she picked the cake pan up and brought it over to her anyway. Wraith’s lip curled into a very, very faint smile once the dessert was in front of her. There were, indeed, two slices missing from another side of the cake.

“I don’t think there’s any food that Elliott wouldn’t eat. That’s probably why the fridge tends to be empty.” Wraith answered with a quiet chuckle that thrilled Wattson to no end. Smiles were rare for the skirmisher, but laughter? Those were worth more than gold. The smile disappeared almost as soon as it appeared but it didn’t deter the engineer. Everyone had to start somewhere, right?

“Well, don’t just take their word for it.” Natalie chirped, popping the lid off of the cake pan and letting the sweet aroma of chocolate fill the air. “Let me get you a slice!”

The pair sat in comfortable silence as they ate their cake in the small kitchen. Wraith even elected to drink the tea to go along with her cake and had a small, content smile on her face. “The cake is good, Natalie.” The skirmisher offered after a few more minutes of silence. “The tea is too. Not too sweet and not totally bitter.”

“I’m glad you like it. We can have tea like this whenever you want. Did you know that there’s even some teas that change color? It’s amazing!” Natalie spoke excitedly and earned another quiet chuckle from the raven haired woman.

“No, I didn’t know that. We’ll have to try it sometime.”

Wattson beamed and finished off the last few bites of her cake. “Then we will. It’s decided!” She declared with two thumbs up. Renee nodded and went back to quietly eating her cake. In the course of listening to the white noise inside the dropship, a thought popped up in Natalie’s mind, though she was hesitant to breathe life into it. She let the thought run laps in her head before deciding, even more hesitantly, to put a voice behind it.

“Renee?”

Wraith looked up and put her mug down on its matching plate. “Yes?”

“Um..” The engineer looked down at her hands and took a breath before looking at her. “I just want to say that if you ever need someone to talk to, or just sit with, I’d be more than happy to help. I know that your...um…” Wattson trailed off and felt her heart pound in her chest. Maybe it was better to stop talking, but something in her told her to keep going. “Whenever we’re on a team together, and you know that someone is aiming at you? Those voices? I understand that they help keep you safe. I just wanna tell you that there isn’t one person on this ship who wouldn’t do the same thing.” Natalie offered with a small, nervous smile, praying to whatever god was listening that she communicated the message in the most efficient way possible. Wraith blinked and pushed the crumbs around on her plate, processing each word the engineer said to her. Natalie felt worry grip her insides when the skirmisher didn’t respond right away. What if she upset her? What if she got up and decided not to talk to her again? The worries rose all the way to her neck and threatened to choke her, but they were quelled by Wraith’s grateful glance.

“Thank you, Natalie. I’ve learned to live with the voices. They help remind me who I am and what I need to find, but...I appreciate your concern.” Renee replied in a soft voice but, this time, her smile was genuine.

Wattson squeed and unintentionally knocked her chair over as she ran over to give Wraith a hug. She was careful in how she hugged her for a couple of reasons: One, she didn’t know if Wraith even liked hugs. And two, Wraith was a little shorter and smaller than she was, and she didn’t want to suffocate her. So, with that in mind, the engineer gently wrapped her arms around the woman’s shoulders. Wraith flinched and stood in her hold awkwardly, prompting the blond to release her. “Any time, mon ami~. Hey, do you like music? Here we are sitting in this quiet ship when we could be rocking out to some tunes.” Natalie giggled as she skipped back over to a different part of the counter, standing in front of her portable radio. It was small, round, orange, and had little lightning bolt stickers on the side. Octavio got it for her and spray painted it and the sight made a little blush dust her cheeks. Wraith watched Natalie press various buttons before an upbeat, yet unfamiliar melody sounded from the little device. “I don’t listen to music too often.” The skirmisher admitted with a light shrug of her shoulders. “I guess anything would be fine with me.”

“Got it~!” Wattson asserted happily as she flipped through the different stations. Some songs were too loud and others made her blush but, after a few more changes, the engineer found one that made her smile. “Oooh, I like this one. Come on, Renee, come dance with me!” Wattson demanded with a grin, not waiting for an answer as she ran over and pulled the woman to her feet. Wraith suddenly looked uncomfortable and didn’t move from the spot she was pulled to. “I don’t know how to dance, Natalie.” She mumbled, crossing her arms against her chest. By now, Natalie was swaying to the beat and took a hold of the woman’s wrists. “It’s easy! I’ll show you.” She giggled as she lightly pulled Wraith along to make her sway to the beat along with her.

While the pair, mainly Wattson, danced along to the beat of the song, the engineer raised a brow and turned towards Wraith. “Renee? What’s a...po-ker face?” She questioned, saying the term slowly and letting go of her friend’s wrists. Renee retreated to her seat once freed from Natalie’s grasp. “A poker face is a blank facial expression. You’re not smiling, but you’re not frowning either. It helps when you’re playing card games, like poker, because the person you’re playing against can’t tell what cards you have because your face doesn’t give it away. This is what Elliott tells me anyway.” She explained with her foot unconsciously tapping to the beat. Wattson slowly nodded before perking back up and pulling up a seat beside the skirmisher. “So, poker faces are kind of what you have, right? I mean, when we fight together, you always look so composed. Even if we’re getting shot at.”

Wraith thought about it and shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, I suppose you could say that.” She confirmed with a small nod, adding, “ Nothing really phases me anymore.”

“So even something scary happens, or maybe something funny, it won’t affect you?” Natalie asked curiously with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Wraith shook her head and gave the engineer a strange look as she stepped closer to her. Without any warning, Wattson gently poked the skirmisher’s cheeks and giggled as she reeled away.

“Why did you do that?” Wraith grunted and rubbed both sides of her face.

“I’m doing what the song says! Poke-her face. But you’re the strongest woman I know. So you should be able to keep up a poker face, oui?” Wattson grinned, a rush of playfulness coming over her as she booped her nose. The skirmisher groaned and swatted at her hand but Natalie kept coming back.

“Stop, Nat...that’s not even what the song means--” Wraith’s breath hitched as the engineer’s pokes wandered to her sides. She sharply recoiled out of Wattson’s reach and the voices in her head started whispering:

You’re not safe there.

Danger, move!

Wattson blinked at the conflicted look on her friend’s face. “Renee?” She whimpered as she took a slow step forward. “I didn’t mean to--”

The second Wattson approached her, Wraith turned around and phased out of the room, leaving a dejected engineer behind.

It was true that Wraith’s voices kept her safe by warning her of impending doom. A sniper having her in their sights, a punch about to be thrown her way...she always knew what was about to happen to her. Having that knowledge kept her one step ahead of any opponent before her. An extension of keeping her safe, however, also included warning if someone tried to tickle her. The voices added this extra layer of precaution because the skirmisher was both ridiculously ticklish and friends with the only one brave enough to touch her, besides Wattson that is: Elliott Witt. Wraith nearly broke Mirage’s arm the first and only time he decided to tickle her. He just wanted to make a pretty girl smile, he said, but Wraith made him swear on everything he loved that he’d never try a stunt like that again. Elliott was too frightened to refuse and never brought it up again. But now, alone in her room, Wraith pressed her hand against the spot that Wattson poked and shuddered at the lingering ticklish sensation. She didn’t like being ticklish; it made her feel weak. Powerless. There wasn’t a bullet large enough or a knife sharp enough to break her composure, so why did a poke to her side or a scribble on her neck force her to laugh? The skirmisher growled and stared at the ground but then she thought about Wattson. Wattson didn’t tickle her to make her feel weak, she just wanted her to smile. Like Elliott did. Wraith felt a little guilty for leaving her behind the way she did. But maybe, she thought, she’d go back and show the engineer how to really keep a ‘poker face’, just like hers. Wraith smirked and set a portal from her room back to the kitchen.

Wattson sniffled and rubbed her eyes as she put the plates and mug in the cupboards. She blew it. She had one opportunity to become better friends with Wraith and she mucked it up. “Tu es un idiot (You’re an idiot)..” She cursed aloud, finding her chair and burying her face into her hands. She started to cry and didn’t hear the faint sound of a portal being set. Wraith heard the cries from the corner she hid in and felt even worse. She had to make this right in the only odd way she knew how. The skirmisher, a veteran in stealth, creeped over to the crying woman and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. Wattson gasped but didn’t have time to scream as Wraith pulled her into the portal that led back to her room.

Once the pair was in Wraith’s room, the skirmisher closed the portal and released Wattson. The engineer felt a little woozy and wobbled on her legs, prompting Wraith to hold her arms to steady her. “Easy, easy. I’ve got you.” Renee whispered as she sneakily removed her scarf and bound it around Natalie’s wrists. Natalie, once her head stopped spinning, tried to look over her shoulder at the woman but she kept ducking behind her.

“Renee? I’m sorry for upsetting you. I won’t ever touch you again. Will you please forgive me?” She pleaded as she kept trying to turn around to face her. It was difficult to do because Renee’s shorter height meant that she could just hide behind her. But another thing that was difficult, the engineer realized with alarm, was that she couldn’t pull her wrists free from whatever was holding them together. “Renee?”

“You don’t need to apologize, Natalie. I knew your every move.” Renee answered coolly, walking towards her bed with the longest end of the scarf in her hands. She gave it a hard pull and dragged the engineer along with it and, once Wattson was sitting on the mattress, she pushed her flat on her back and tied the rest of the scarf to the bed frame. Terror washed over Natalie’s face as she struggled and looked up at whom she believed was still her friend...right?

“I’m sorry!” Natalie wailed with the tears finally rolling down her cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me, Renee. I--”

“Hurt you? Natalie, you’re my friend. I’d even say you’re my best friend so long as you don’t repeat that to Elliott. I would never hurt you.” The skirmisher assured as she knelt beside her.

Wattson blinked away what was left of her tears and opened her mouth to speak. What came out, though, was a squeak as the skirmisher tapped her sides. “Whahat--” Natalie sputtered and squealed as Wraith hooked both of her small hands around her sides and raked her fingers up and down. “Whyhyhyhy aahahahre yohohuhuh--REheheheheheheheneee!” The engineer giggled madly as Wraith quickened her tickling pace. Unlike Wraith, who wore a thicker hoodie, Wattson’s thinner Nessie shirt made it easy to literally get under her skin.

“I thought you’d want to know how to keep a poker face, like I do. I told you that nothing phases me. Not pain, not death, not tickles.” Wraith smirked a playful, evil smirk as the realization colored Wattson’s face. The skirmisher reached under her shirt and clawed at her bare belly, drawing out squeaky cackles from the woman. “Can you say the same?” Was the last thing Renee asked before she kneaded and scratched all over Natalie’s tummy.

Wattson shrieked and laughed loudly as Wraith’s short nails scratched along every ticklish nerve on her stomach. She pulled at the makeshift bond that held her wrists in place and tossed her head back when Renee dragged a nail around her navel.

“NAHAHAHAhahahahaha stahahahahahahahahp!” Natalie screamed and kicked her legs against the mattress while the skirmisher continued to torment her stomach. When Wraith poked her navel, the engineer snorted and turned over on her side. “PLEHEHEHEhehehehehase dohohohohohohn’t!”

Wraith grinned and pulled Wattson back down and pinned her kicking legs with her powerful thighs. Wattson paled; she didn’t realize how strong the skirmisher was. “Don’t what, Nat?” She chuckled as she gripped her sides again and squeezed them repeatedly. Natalie laughed harder and tried to wiggle out of her hold but Renee didn’t let her go. “DOHOHOHohohohn’t tihihihihihckle! I cahahahan’t taahahahahake ihihihihihihit!” She squeaked, arching her back when Wraith’s fingers buried back into her tummy. “RENeneneheheheheee! Plehehehheheheehehase!”

“You need to learn how to tune out sensations.” Wraith calmly explained over Wattson’s mad laughter. “It isn’t easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. I’m going to help you build up your endurance.” She concluded quietly before ducking her head down and blowing a raspberry over her navel. Natalie’s screams went up in pitch and she shut her eyes, shaking with laughter.

“NOHOHOHOHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Renee chuckled again and blew another raspberry, causing Natalie to scream again and arch her back. “This is just one of many sensations you’ll have to learn to ignore. Try focusing on something else and Stop. Laughing.” The skirmisher accentuated each word with a poke to Wattson’s ribcage. Natalie sputtered and fell into a heavier laughing fit. Panic boiled inside of her since the skirmisher was coming awfully close to her armpits.

“I CAHAHAN’T! IT’S TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHCH! JAHAHAH’AHAHAHBOHOHONE! (I give up!) PLEHEHEHEHAH!” Wattson couldn’t finish her sentence and bucked as Wraith rubbed circles on her lower ribs. The engineer arched her back with another cry of laughter, yet Renee easily pushed her back down. “RENEHEHEHEHEE NOHOHOHOHOH!”

“You won’t get anywhere with that attitude. I need you to believe in yourself just like you believed in me.” Wraith smiled and tweaked her lower ribs before she started kneading her way up the ribcage. The skirmisher once believed that tickling was humiliating but now, she could see the appeal. It made her happy to see Wattson laugh, even if it was forced. “I’ll make you a deal, Nat. If you tell me where your worst spot is,” Renee began, flicking her nails up and down one rib that really made her struggle. “I might go easier on you..”

“NEHEHEHEHVER! I WOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHT!” Natalie yelled and wriggled her trapped hands, the ticklish scratches driving her up the wall.

Wraith smirked; that’s exactly what she hoped she would say. The skirmisher pretended to be disappointed and fluttered her fingertips against Natalie’s upper ribs. Wattson thrashed violently and shook her head in protest, her eyes snapping open and searching Wraith’s for mercy. “NOHOHOHOHT THEHEHEHRE! RENEE! HAHAHAHAVE MEHEHERCY!” She screeched, her eyes tearing up as she looked into the resolute, pale eyes of the skirmisher. Wattson wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to tickle here? Or do you mean...here?” Wraith suddenly leaned forward and buried her wiggling fingers into Wattson’s exposed armpits. She made her fingers into little clawlike shapes and jabbed her nails into her skin. The engineer let out a hoarse scream and finally dipped into hysterical, high pitched laughter.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAH THEHEHEHRE! NOHOHOHOHT THEHEHEHREAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Where is there? You keep saying, ‘not there, not there’, but I don’t know if you mean here…” Wraith mused as she dropped her hands back down to Wattson’s upper ribs. She kneaded her thumbs into each side of the ribcage and even though she laughed hard, the skirmisher already knew that her armpits were her hot spot. “Or here?” Renee finished innocently as she took her thumbs again and stroked the very center of her armpits.

Wattson was in stitches and helplessly flopped against the mattress, pulling down on her wrists like crazy. They didn’t move an inch and the skirmisher took one finger on each hand and slid it up and down the length of her arms, forcing another desperate wail of laughter.

“BOHOHOHOHOHTH! NEHEHEHEHEITHER! AAAAHAHAHAHAH I DOHOHOHOHOHN’T KNOHOHOHW JUHUHUST STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Wattson managed to get all of that out in one breath before all she could do was struggle and laugh.

Renee giggled and took both of her hands and dove onto only Natalie’s left armpit. She clawed her fingers again and scritched around the outside of the armpit, slowly following the curve to make her way back down to the center. “I’m sorry, Natalie, but I’m just not understanding you.” She snickered, sneaking in a quick pinch as she got closer and closer to the armpit. Natalie’s laughter just dipped back into manic giggles but, whenever the skirmisher flicked a nail against the hollow, she coughed out a laugh. “NOHOHOHOHOH MOHOHOHOHOHRE!” She begged, a few mirthful tears slipping down her cheeks as she desperately tried to sit up. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I THOHOHUGHT WEEHEHEHE WEEHEHRE FRIEHEHEHENDS!”

“We are friends, Natalie. But you’re not even trying to hold in your laugh. If this tickles that much and you really want me to stop, then why don’t you just put your arms down? I’m not the one holding them up..” Wraith flashed her an evil grin as she suddenly descended on her left armpit and tickled mercilessly. Wattson howled with another round of hysterical laughter and whipped her head around like mad. The tears kept coming, she kept pulling, and her arms stayed locked in place.

“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SAAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!”

Renee kept tickling Natalie’s armpit until her laughter became silent. She slowly, slowly, stopped wiggling her fingers to let her breathe, but kept her hands buried in each armpit. Natalie breathed raggedly and rubbed the mirthful tears off on her shoulder, looking up at the skirmisher with a mixture of awe and gratitude. “I...didn’t know you were so mean…” She panted tiredly and tilted her head back with a groan. “Mon Dieu (My God), my stomach hurts…”

“It isn’t my fault that you can’t keep a straight face, Natalie. I’d say try better, but it wouldn’t help against me.” Wraith teased and tensed her fingers, pretending as if she was about to launch another tickle assault. She snickered when the engineer jumped and squealed, the panic returning to her in full force. “You still haven’t put your arms down?” Renee tutted, tensing her fingers again and hovering both hands over Natalie’s right armpit. “I guess that means you want me to keep tickling.” The skirmisher continued with a shrug before tauntingly wiggling her fingers over the sensitive skin.

Wattson’s eyes widened and she struggled frantically, nervous giggles already sounding from her as Wraith’s fingers grew ever so closer. “I can’t!” The engineer whined, grunting as she pulled down on the scarf as hard as she could. What was the scarf made out of? Metal? “I’m trying, Renee, and I can’t! Please! I can’t put my arms down!” She cried out desperately, giving the skirmisher puppy dog eyes as she held her hand just above the armpit. Renee remained silent, a heavy tension filling the air before she spidered all ten fingers into the poor woman’s armpit. “You’re not trying hard enough. I know you, Natalie, and I’m sure you can do anything you put your mind to.” She smirked, unable to help herself from joining in Natalie’s screams of laughter.

Apparently, Wattson’s right armpit was just a little bit more sensitive than the left one, and Wraith picked up on that immediately. She used one hand for scratching little circles against her skin and the other one for squeezing where the armpit met her upper ribs. By now, Natalie was crying with laughter and gave up on trying to free her wrists. “AIEHEHEHEHEHEHS PIHIHIHIHIHIHTÉ! PAHAHAHAHAS PLUHUHUHUHS S'IHIHIHIHL VOOHOHOHOHUS PLHAHAHAÎT! (Have Mercy/No More Please!)” The engineer cried before dipping into silent laughter again, her arms shaking in place.

Renee eventually let up on the tickling when Natalie’s face started turning deep shades of red. She leaned up and smirked as she untied the woman’s wrists and laughed when she immediately pulled her arms down. “That’s all you had to do, Nat. You’re lucky that we’re friends, otherwise I may have kept going until you put your arms down yourself.” She threatened playfully as she wrapped her scarf back around her neck. Wattson trembled and rubbed her arms against her sides, a smile still etched across her lips. The ticklish sensations still plagued her skin, but she was happy that Wraith seemed to loosen up and smile...even if it was at her expense.

I hope this was okay! I got the inspiration from Lady Gaga’s Poker Face. Please let me know what you think!

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 years

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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~!”

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i just came from blues blog! i rlly love ur writing! i was wondering if u could do a fic for octane & wattson. if u want to.

Thank you, and thanks for being my first request! I’m so sorry this took so long. I’m juggling school and a new teaching job and it’s been hectic so far. :( I hope the fic was worth the wait.

Lights Out- It’s late at night and most of the Legends have turned in for the night. Well, everyone except Octane, whose loud and rambunctious nature threats to wake even the heaviest of sleepers. Wattson, after being woken up for the 4th time in a row, decides to try and bring the daredevil’s energy level down. Wattson tries to get Octane to relax but finds a new way to tire him out.

Wattson shot up from her pillow at the sound of metal crashing to the floor. The sound was followed by a cheer and a burst of laughter and the engineer groaned. “Mon Dieu (My God), Monsieur Silva, please go to sleep.” She mumbled as she buried her face into her hands. For a second, everything grew quiet...maybe someone finally answered her prayers? Natalie sat still, afraid that even the smallest motion would destroy the sweet, sudden silence. Right when she went to draw a breath, another crash sounded throughout the ship and this time, an angry voice answered the noise. “You make one more sound, skinbag,” Revenant growled in his deep, gravelly voice, “and I’ll tear your eyes out of your head and make you eat them.” Before Octane could answer him, a softer, but just as fiery voice shot back. “Ya touch him and I’ll knock ya head off ya shoulders myself. But Silva, ya need to go to sleep.” Lifeline retorted, to which the simulacrum grumbled out some more unkind words before growing quiet. Octane’s snickers reached the hallway and from what Wattson could tell, he moved closer to the door so that if one half of the ship couldn’t hear him, the other side would.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead, hermana. And since Señor Feliz (Mr. Happy) over there hasn’t caught me yet, it may take a while.” Octavio laughed before returning to his noisy tinkering and machining. Groans and growls of protest followed right after and Wattson, donning her Lochness monster slippers, climbed out of bed and ventured to the source of the noise.

Wattson took heavy steps down the hallway and slowly pushed open Octane’s door. He was hunched over his jump pad and excitedly twisted a wrench around a cog. He picked up a variety of machinery parts and when he found one not to his liking, he muttered ‘basura’ (trash) and carelessly tossed it to the side. Wattson squeaked at the loud crash and Octane looked over his shoulder, grinning. “Oh, hola señorita. New hairdo?” He chuckled, turning around so that he could properly face her. Octane wasn’t wearing his mask so Natalie could see his green eyes and bright, mischievous grin. Wattson wasn’t used to seeing what he looked like without the mask and she could feel the heat crawling from her neck up to her cheeks. She brought her hand up to her hair and gasped, feeling each strand sticking up and pointing in a different direction. Natalie, the blush finally finding her cheeks, cleared her throat and held her left wrist with her right hand. “Er, bonjour Monsieur Silva. I was wondering if you could please keep it down? It’s three in the morning..” She whined tiredly.

Octane chuckled and shook his head, hopping to his feet and setting the jump pad down. “No way! The night’s still young and time is flying. Just wait until you see what this baby can do.” He smirked before dashing to the other side of his room. He fished a stim out from his belt and jammed it in his leg so that he could sprint back to the jump pad and launch himself. He soared through the air at an alarmingly fast rate and, after barely doing a back flip, he fell onto his bed and kept rolling until he fell back onto the floor. Wattson gasped and ran over to help him, but Octane popped back up and did a fist pump in the air. “Woohoo! Did you see that?! I nearly hit the ceiling, amiga. Just a few more twists and I’ll be able to get on top of this ship!” He cheered as he ran back over to the jump pad and plopped back down. He grabbed his wrench and fiddled with the gears and Wattson, joining him on the floor, sighed heavily. “The jump was très impressionnant (very impressive), Monsieur..” She mumbled, bringing her knees up to her chest and frowning into her kneecaps. Octane stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?”

Natalie turned towards him and, after a moment of hesitation, looked up to meet his eyes. Octavio’s eyes screamed for sleep even if he said otherwise. “It’s just that--not sleeping isn’t healthy, Monsieur Silva. It’s like trying to run something on a low battery. I’m worried about y--er, you not getting any rest.” She admitted quietly with the frown still stretching across her face. Octane groaned and put his wrench down, rubbing his temples. “Ugh, you’re starting to sound like Che. I’m fine, amiga, really. I mean, come on, do you really think that I get tired? Haven’t you seen the Octrain work his magic in the ring?” He ended with a smirk and a chuckle. Natalie frowned again and crossed her arms against her chest. “Oui. But even trains have stations to stop at.” She countered, smirking when his head snapped back to her. Octavio opened his mouth to say something and, when nothing came out, Natalie giggled and propped herself up on her knees. “How about this: how about you let me help you calm down a bit so that you can try and sleep? If you’re really not tired, then I’ll leave and you can go back to what you were doing. I’ll even let you launch me on your jump pad on the way out.” Natalie offered, the words coming out faster than she could stop them. She mentally face palmed, why did she promise him that? The huge grin on Octane’s face sealed the deal and he hopped to his feet. “You wanna fly, amiga? You’re on! What are we gonna do?” He asked while excitedly bouncing from leg to leg. Wattson looked up at him and patted the seat beside her, smiling at the confused look on his face. “Come here, Monsieur Silva, and lay on your stomach s'il vous plaît (please).”

Octavio plopped down beside her and laid flat on his stomach. “Octavio.” He mumbled before glancing up at her, smirking at Wattson’s returned look of confusion.

“What?”

“You can call me Octavio. No need to be so formal, Natalie.” He grinned at her and chuckled when she immediately nodded to his request.

“Oh! Okay. So, whenever I couldn’t sleep at night, my Papa would come in and rub my back until I fell asleep. Sometimes he’d sing but, trust me, you don’t want me to sing.” Natalie giggled, mentally willing herself not to blush again when he joined in her laughter. “So...may I?”

Octavio shrugged and stretched out his limbs, his metal legs restlessly tapping against the floor. “Sure, it won’t do anything but, knock yourself out.” He said casually before he propped up his chin with his hand.

Natalie beamed and scooted closer to the daredevil. Although he was slim, the engineer caught herself eyeing his back muscles as she pressed her palms to his back. She rubbed his back slowly and, after five minutes, she craned her head down to see if he was sleeping. Octane looked up to meet her gaze and looked more bored than tired.

“You done yet? That jump pad isn’t getting any newer.” He snickered as he lightly nudged her leg with his own. Wattson pouted but she kept massaging anyway.

“Be patient, Octavio. This always works!” She insisted, her fingers accidentally grazing his sides as she moved to his center and lower back.

Octane gasped and fidgeted at the touch, causing Wattson to immediately withdraw her hands. “What’s wrong?” She asked worriedly with her hands still suspended in the air. The daredevil gulped and shook his head, reclining back on the floor. “Nothing, amiga. Just tense there.” He shrugged, turning his head so she couldn’t see him bite his lip.

Wattson, though puzzled at his sudden jolt, slowly nodded her head. “Sorry. I’ll try to be gentler.” She promised before returning to the massage. Natalie’s fingers unconsciously wandered to Octavio’s sides again during the massage, where she pressed her fingers into them and rubbed slowly. Octane shuddered and balled his hand into a fist to bite down on it. Wattson frowned and looked down at him again and, since he was looking away from her, she craned her head over just enough to see him fighting back a grin. The engineer looked down at her hands and put two and two together; now, it was her turn to smile. She didn’t want to reveal her newfound knowledge right away, where’s the fun in that? Instead, Natalie lightened her touch bit by bit until her fingertips barely fluttered against his sides. She smirked as he continued to fidget and cough out obvious chuckles; then, when she curiously squeezed his sides, he snorted and reached behind him to grab both of her wrists in one hand. “I dohohn’t thihihnk this ihihs wohohorking..” Octane stammered, looking over his shoulder to see Wattson grinning at him.

“I’m afraid I’d have to agree, Octavio. It looks like you’re a bit ticklish.” Natalie giggled and, after pulling her hands out of the daredevil’s grip in one smooth motion, she suddenly buried her fingers into his armpits and lightly scratched at the hollows. The scream that left Octavio could have woken even Gibraltar up; he slammed his arms down against his sides but it didn’t stop Wattson’s nails from finding ticklish nerves everywhere she scratched. “WHAHAHahahaht hehHEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAHahahahahahp!” Octane shrieked in surprise and tried to lurch out of her hold only to be brought back down on his stomach. Wattson pinned his hands down with her knees and walked her fingers up and down his armpits, prompting another cry of laughter. “NahahaHAHAHAHAHhahT NohOHOHOHOHOH!”

“Shh! You’re going to wake the others.” Natalie smirked and pulled her hands free from his armpits and poked down to his sides, joining in on his laughter when he flinched and tried to buck her off. “I CAHAHahahahANHAN’T HEHEHEhehehehlp IHIHIHIHTHAHA! I DIIHIHIhihIHDN’T SAHAhahahaY YOHOhohu coohohohuld tihihihihckle mehehehehehe!” He protested, snickering and tossing his body in the opposite directions of her pokes. “Yes, well, you didn’t say I couldn’t either.” Wattson chirped while continuing to poke his sides. Octavio’s giggles went up and down in pitch depending on where the engineer poked and, when she settled on his upper sides, he yelped again and teetered on the edge of heavier laughter. “StahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

All of a sudden, Wattson stopped tickling him, though she kept her hands on his sides. She sat up just enough so that she could catch his gaze and playfully tilt her head at him, her bed head following suit. “If I stop,” She started, dragging each finger down his side slowly and making him snicker, “Does that mean you’ll get some rest?”

Octane sputtered and stubbornly shook his head, managing to buck hard enough to break free from Wattson’s hold and turn onto his back. He sat up and tried to push the engineer away and Natalie, just as stubborn, pushed back and initiated a wrestling match. “No, it means you’re gonna go TWICE as far when I get my jump PAAa-” Octane squealed loudly when she poked his stomach and scooted as far away from her as he could. Wattson followed after him and tackled him down onto his back and pinned his hands back down against his sides. Now, Wattson offered him a smile chock full of mischief as she hovered her hands over his abdomen. “Octavio? Do you have a ticklish tummy~?” She asked in a teasy, singsong voice as her hands went lower and lower. Octane paled and tried to use his legs for leverage in sitting up but couldn’t get a solid footing. “Nat, Nat! Wait. Hold on. Just let me, let me finish what I was doing, okay? Then I’ll sleep. I only need to do one MOOoOHOHOHRE--” Wattson shook her head and dug all ten fingers into Octavio’s stomach and caused him to howl laughing. “NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA NAAHAHAHAHAHAHATTTHAHAH!”

“If you’re still able to work, then you’re not tired. You won’t get even a wink of sleep.” Wattson explained calmly in spite of Octane’s fits of laughter. She squeezed and kneaded her thumbs into his lower stomach and the sides of his stomach, snickering when he sharply arched his back and laughed even harder.

“PLEHEHEHEHEAHaHAHSE I’M ALHAHAHAHMOHOHOHST DOHOHOHNE STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!” He begged while wildly kicking his feet at the floor. Octane flailed like crazy to try and free his hands but, just like the cowlick sitting on Wattson’s head, they weren’t budging. Natalie narrowed her eyes and dipped her head down to blow a raspberry right in the center of Octavio’s stomach. He bucked again, his laughter jumping to a desperate note with his head shaking side to side. “NYAHAHAHAHOHOHAHAH POHOHOHR FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHVOR!”

Wattson blew another raspberry onto his stomach before sitting up and tracing squiggles along his abs. Octane breathed heavily and snorted at the featherlight touches, his shoulders shaking with the laughter trying so damn hard to escape him. “Pleheheheahase..” He tittered, squeaking when she poked at his stomach before going back to tracing shapes. “Stohohohopheheheh t-tihihihihihcklinhg…”

“Will you go to sleep?” Wattson asked with an expectant look on her face once she caught his gaze. Besides his squeaks and snorts of laughter, Octane didn’t offer her an actual response, and it wasn’t the answer that she was looking for. So, with a pseudo sigh of pity, she hooked her fingers around his ribcage and wiggled her fingers between each rib. Natalie found herself giggling along with Octavio as he squirmed and dropped what she assumed were unsavoury words in Spanish. “IiiiiIIhehehehehehehehehe I’ll g-geheheheheht yohohohu fohohohr thihihihihs! I sweehehehahahahr!” He giggled and yelped when she suddenly brought her hands up to his neck and spidered her fingers at each side. Octane’s eyes bugged out of his head as he tried to trap her hand between his neck and shoulder; she didn’t allow it and even let her fingers dance behind his ears before tickling his neck again. “Aw, I’d believe you if you weren’t laughing so hard.” Natalie teased before suddenly ducking down and attacking his belly with more raspberries.

Octavio screamed and convulsed against the floor in hysterics, his laughter going up in pitch as her fingers found his hips and squeezed. “AAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IHIHIHIHIHAHAHAH!”

“Then go to sleep!” Wattson grinned and continued blowing raspberry after raspberry into his tummy. Octane managed to yell out a ‘no’ before giving into the laughter, his eyes tearing up. When Wattson was running low on air, she sat back up and poked his navel, flinching at the high pitched squeak that followed. “Oh? I wonder what this button does.” Natalie pondered aloud as she poked again and elicited a hard, desperate giggle from him. The daredevil’s face was red and she almost felt bad for him; but then, she remembered how sleepy he looked when she arrived and believed that if she didn’t intervene, his stubbornness would see him into the morning. “It must be a giggle button.” Natalie continued with a smirk as she slowly circled her finger around his belly button. Octavio threw his head back and shook with laughter, the sensation driving him wild. “PLEHEHEHEHEhehahahah DOHOHOhohohn’t! PLEHEHEHEASE NAhahahahaht!”

Natalie pretended to think as she continued to circle her finger around his belly button. She smiled down at him, loving the sound of his happy albeit desperate laughter. She could listen to it all night if she could, or was it already morning? “Hmm…well…” She trailed off, eventually moving her hand from his stomach to let the poor man breathe. Octane gratefully gulped down air and let the relief wash over him, but it didn’t last when she hovered her hand back over his abdomen. “I changed my mind, I wanna know what the button does~!”

Octavio screeched and cackled as the engineer’s finger plunged into his navel and scratched at the knot inside. Wattson smiled, nearly falling off of him from the intensity of his squirming and continued tickling him. “Tickle tickle, mon ami~”

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Octane wailed and banged his legs against his floor in ticklish agony. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Wattson knelt down and blew a raspberry directly over his belly button, making his laughter silent. She paused, allowing him to barely catch his breath before she blew another one and re-silenced the laughter.

“Aww, why does your laughter keep going away? I like hearing it.” Natalie admitted with the slightest blush, deciding to stroke his stomach with her fingertips. By now, Octavio was crying with laughter and looked up at her with tears of mirth freely flowing down his cheeks. “Plehehehehehehehehase..” He gasped out, his voice riddled with giggles and hiccups. Although Wattson wanted to keep tickling him, she thought he finally looked spent and stopped tickling. The engineer climbed off and offered him a small smile while he was catching his breath. “I guess I found your off switch~.” She teased with a giggle that turned into a laugh when he groaned in response. Octavio turned onto his side and glanced at Wattson through half lidded eyes. “I’ll get you back..” He whispered before the sleep overtook him and he dozed off. Wattson stood up and went to fetch a pillow and a blanket and put them in the appropriate places. The blush was coming back as she looked at his sleeping form; he looked so peaceful. Wattson tentatively brushed the daredevil’s disheveled hair away from his face, sighing happily. “Bonne nuit (Good night), Octavio. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 years

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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~.”

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