Hey, I enjoy your works and I would love to see a Rampart/Mirage fic from you! No pressure though, keep on keeeping on you're the goat😈
𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫
𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 “𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞” 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐲𝐚 “𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐡
an: thank you so much! and thanks for the request, mirage is one of my favorites (and rampart is awesome too ofc), i hope you enjoy!
Ramya walked into the lounge of the drop ship, where several other legends rested atop the couches or chairs, enjoying their day off from the Apex Games. Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing inside the ship, apart from the few who went back home to visit friends or family. Rampart cleared her throat.
"Sorry to bother ya mates, but has anyone seen my tool kit? I lost the bloody thing and need it before the next games."
A few looked up, shaking their heads before turning back to whatever they were doing.
"Ah, sorry, dearie," Mary said with a sympathetic frown, "I reckon it'll turn up soon enough."
"Oh, amiga! If you find it, can i borrow it for my jump pads?"
Ramya let out a snort. "No way, Silva. You'll break it before I even get a chance to use it."
She looked over the room again and noticed Elliott, who was sitting on the couch and fiddling with his hands, refusing to make eye contact with her. She raised a brow before nodding her head towards him and calling his name out. "Hey, Witt. Ya know anything about a missing tool kit?"
Elliott looked up at her, drawing his gaze away from a spot on the floor. He laughed a little, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. "Me? Pfft, no." He brought a hand up to dismiss her, "haven't seen it around here. Nope. B-but I'll let you know if I find it!"
She eyed him suspiciously, before deciding his odd behavior was, well, just him being Elliott. She shrugged a shoulder up before nodding her head, turning on her heel to walk away. "Well, just come find me if any one of ya know where it is."
Hours had passed, and Ramya still had not found her kit. She searched everywhere on the drop ship, multiple times. She couldn't have left it in the games; she just used it last night! Ramya would never leave it near the others, she wasn't a fool. She retraced her steps, recalling the last place she had it was in her room. So why wasn't it there now?
It was late in the evening by this point, and dinner had been put on the table. Almost everyone circled around the boxes of pizza, as it was the best dinner night out of all of them. Ramya noticed Elliott wasn't in the kitchen. He was usually the first in there when it was pizza night! He must've fallen asleep or something though, so she went to his room to go wake him up.
She got to his door, knocking a few times before opening it. "Witt. Foods here, you don't wanna get the scraps lefto-"
Ramya paused midsentence to find Elliott hunched over his desk, papers and blueprints and several of his holographic beacons scattered across his desk. Also on that desk was a metal toolbox, covered in different colors of paint and markings, with the name "Rampart" spelled out across it. She stared at him, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.
Elliott stared back at Ramya, her wrench in his hand along with her other tools spilled out on the messy desk. He gave her a guilty smile and slowly sat the wrench down.
"Now this is o-ost-osten-uh... this isn't what it looks like!"
Ramya narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. "Oh, yeah? Looks like to me you're a thief and a liar."
Elliott let out a nervous chuckle. He quickly stood up from his chair and put all the tools back in the box. "I-I was gonna give it back as soon as I finished my holograms. I swear! Here!"
He closed the toolbox and picked it up, turning back to Ramya and holding it out to her. She grabbed it from him, but instantly threw it on top of his bed. Elliott raised a brow, confusion crossing on his face. Ramya looked back to him, shaking her head and letting a small smirk make its way on her face.
"Nah, I don't let thieves get away that easily.”
With that, Ramya launched herself at Elliott with her hands ready to grab him. He let out something short of a girlish screech and quickly evaded her outstretched grasp, running out of his room with Ramya hot on his heels.
"I'm sohorry! Please!”
"Ya bloody plonker! Get back here!"
Elliott ran down the hall and towards the common room, in search for anyone who might be able to help him. He came across Mary, who was seated comfortably on the couch with a book. "Doctor Somers! Help me!"
The scientist looked up with a small gasp, eyes going wide at seeing Elliott seemingly running for his life and straight towards her. She sat down her book, giving him a look of concern and confusion. "Elliott, dear? What is the matter?"
"WITT!"
Mary's own question was answered by the raged cry of Elliott's last name, Ramya also racing down the hall and running towards him. Elliott rounded the back of the couch as Ramya entered the room, maneuvering left and right to try and evade her. Mary connected the dots and gave a small giggle. "Och, what did ya do now, Elliott?"
"This fool stole my toolbox and thought he could get away with it!"
"I-is it stealing if I was going to return it?!"
Ramya let out a loud growl and lunged at Elliott, causing him to yell and run back out of the common room, not daring to look behind him. He could hear her right behind him, so he quickened his pace (as much as he could) and attempted to run back into his room.
He just barely made it to his doorway when Ramya jumped onto his back, making him crash to the floor with a loud grunt. Ramya quickly sat on top of his lower back, a wicked grin on her face that was unbeknownst to Elliott.
She immediately got to work, wasting no time in giving him his well-deserved punishment. Her hands met his sides, rapidly pinching up and down his shirt. He let out a high-pitched squeal before falling into heavy laughter.
"WAHA-wahait! Rahahamya p-plehease!"
"I thought we were friends, Witt."
He squirmed underneath her, head turned to the side with his cheek against the carpet of his room, eyes squeezed shut in laughter. His hands grabbed at Ramya's wiggling fingers, but they didn't deter her movements.
"Wehe ahahare! I'm sohohorry!"
She peered at his laughter struck face. "Yeah? Ya should've thought about that before you stole my kit. Hell, you even lied about it to my face! Should give ya double the punishment for that."
Her hands intensified their squeezing on his sides, digging in further and making Elliott squeal. He moved around as much as he could underneath the weight of her on his back. His legs kicked out onto the ground and he took in a deep breath before more laughter spilled out of him.
"NOHOHO!"
"Ah, mate. You did this to yourself!"
Ramya's hands crawled up towards his ribs, bringing her lightning fast pinches to the divots in between the bones and eliciting a screech from Elliott. She let out a laugh at his reaction and stared down at him. "Ha! You sure scream like a little girl, Witt."
"NOHO I DON'T!"
She watched as Elliott's face turned a deep shade of red, letting out another cackle and deciding to tease him further. "Yeheah you do! You were all like "ahh!" when I did this!"
She proved her point by pinching her fingers in the same spot as before, making the trickster let out the same girly screech and arch his back up as much as he could. Ramya snorted, keeping her fingers in that same spot in relishing in his wild reactions.
Elliott's laughter echoed off the walls of his room and resonated through the halls of the dropship. Surely someone out there could hear him fighting for his life. No one would want to get involved in whatever mess he found himself in anyways.
His hands no longer tried to fight Ramya's off. Instead, he squeezed his arms tightly to his sides and banged his fists against the floor. His eyes were shut again in ticklish agony, his cheeks taking on a deep red hue at the embarrassment of his squeals.
"Oh, Witt," Ramya tsked and shook her head, a grin evident on her face, "you always were the most ticklish person I knew. And you probably always will be!"
"Nohoho mohore! I said I-ah! Ihi wahas sohorry!"
"Sorry, mate. But I can't let ya off the hook yet. And I'm actually not sorry, either."
Elliott groaned through his heavy laughter as Ramya chuckled at him. She brought her hands up to his neck. "Do ya still giggle when I touch your neck here?"
Her fingers fluttered against the nape of his neck, earning little titters and giggles from the man underneath her. They flowed out of him as he scrunched up his shoulders and brought his head up to try and rid of the tingling feeling.
Ramya smirked at his reactions, not stopping her fingers and bringing her other hand to trace the shell of his ear. "Ah, so you do."
"Rahahamya! P-p-plehehease!"
"Aw, you poor little plonker! You deserve this y'know."
Elliott brought a hand up again, twisting his head left and right and trying to grab onto her wrist to stop the ticklish sensations she was causing. She tutted and used the opportunity to shove her hand into his exposed underarm, making him shriek and snap his arm back down to his side, tightly squeezing it in hope of riddance of the feeling.
"Ha! You gave that to me, mate!"
"NAHAHA!"
The trickster didn't know what to do. One hand was at his neck, fluttering and scribbling against his skin and making him burst into giggles and boyish squeaks. Another was under his arm, prodding and digging in and making him writhe at the slightest touch.
The two feelings made him go blank, falling into deep laughter intermixed with gasps and squeals. He was unable to say anything else as his nerves were struck with ticklish shocks.
A minute or two had passed with nothing but Elliot's laughter flowing around the room, and the occasional hum from Ramya. She suddenly stopped her fingers, bringing them rest on his sides again. Elliott took in a deep breath, small giggles coming out of his mouth in random patterns while he panted for well-needed air. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, a wobbly smile on his features.
"Ugh, t-thahnk you fohor stopping. I thought I wahas gonna die."
Ramya chuckled. "Ohoho no, ya dummy. I'm not done with you yet."
Elliott's eyes shot back open, and he turned his head to try and catch a glimpse of Ramya's smug face. "W-what?!"
"Nah. Gotta make sure you don't take my stuff ever again, yeah?"
Elliott fell back into tiny giggles, shaking his head from side to side. "Nohoho! I wohon't!"
"Hmm, well how do I know ya aren't lying again?"
Elliott giggled harder, feeling Ramya's hands land flat on the center of his back. His hands reached around and waved above his back, searching and trying to grasp ahold of her hands. "Behehecause! I l-learned myhyhy lehesson!"
"I don't know, mate. They don't call ya the trickster for nothin'. I think I gotta be double sure. Starting with getting these hands outta the way."
Ramya grabbed his hands and put them under her knees, keeping them trapped in place and making Elliot double his efforts in squirming. His hands weren't budging though, and neither was Ramya's decision.
"Right," Ramya started, "is your back still extremely ticklish?"
Elliott shook his head, anticipatory giggles spewing out. "Nohohoho!"
"No? Well I'll give it a shot anyway."
Ramya's fingers started poking against his back in random spots, making Elliott squeal and arch his back up. He squirmed like a fish out of water underneath her, feet banging against the floor. His hands pulled against the weight of her knees, but they were still stuck.
"Ah, so you're still a bloody liar!"
She poked faster, ranging from up by his neck and onto his shoulder blades, to his sides and the backs of his ribs. He cried out with mirth, giggling up a storm at the maddening feeling all along his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!"
"Hah! I'm sure you are ya' airhead."
"IHI REHEheally aham!"
Ramya continued poking up and down his back, taking great delight in knocking him down a peg and giving him what he deserves. She always messed with him like this, usually just for the hell of it. But now, she really had a reason to.
She twisted and turned her head towards Elliott's writhing legs, smirking a bit at her sudden and cruel idea. She kept a hand poking randomly up and down his back and used her other to scribble on the space behind his knee.
"WHAHAT THE-"
Elliott fell into hysterics, giving up completely and succumbing to silent laughter and gasps. He lied his head on the floor, his face red and eyes shut with a widened smile. He tensed and twitched against her fingers, making Ramya chuckle.
"Ya gonna take my stuff without askin' again, Witt?"
Elliott shook his head.
"Damn right!"
Ramya stilled her fingers, giving him a pat on the back before standing up off of him and leaning over him with her hands on her hips.
Elliott was limp on the floor, giggling and taking in deep breaths. He involuntarily twitched at random moments, a tiny and wobbly smile plastered on his face. After a few moments, he looked up at Ramya.
"W-wow, you are i-inqu...ugh, you're evil."
Ramya snickered, offering a hand down to him. "Up ya get, mate."
He took her hand and stood up, wiping himself off and fixing his hair with a tired huff. He gave her a sheepish smile, fiddling with his fingers. "That's it now, right? No more revenge?"
Ramya playfully punched his arm, letting out a small laugh with a grin. "There will be plenty more revenge in the ring, ya fool. You're also gonna be on dish duty tonight."
Elliott sighed, looking down to the floor before smiling back up at her. "Ah, well I guess that's deserved."
Ramya stretched and placed a hand on her stomach. "All that vengeance made me starving. Let's go see if there's any pizza left, yeah?"
Elliott perked up, nodding his head eagerly. "Ooh, there's pizza tonight? Why wasn't I there first?!"
