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ashascoven · 6 months ago

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☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 3! ✯ ☾

✯ welcome back everyone, to part three!!! (here is part one, and part two!)

✯ sorry for this taking so long, my mind has been brainrotting with valorant and roblox i cant lie...

✯ i was also a bit stuck on how i wanted to go about this... but every like has just been more motivation to keep trying to continue this, so thank you <3

✯ hope there's people out there enjoying this, happy reading!!!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

You gritted you teeth at the rock muncher that just busted through the front door, their hand happily waving in the air at you.

You shook your head and took a visible breath, cracking your knuckles.

“please, excuse me niran.”

“mhm! take all of the time you nee-”

“AAAOOOOWWWWW!!!! IM SORRYY!!! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU'D MISS ME??!??? (>д<)”

“WHY DID YOU STEAL MY JARS THIS MORNING??!? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO WITH THEM??!? HUH????”

“I ONLY USED ONE FOR YOUR FOOD EARLIER I SWEA- AAHHHHHH MI AMOR PLEASE!!!!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ”

“mercy? haha, i’m sure angela would react the same if it were her and her morning tea being stolen~ (＾◡＾)” Niran chuckled, taking a sip of his.

He watched as you had Sloan on the floor in a chokehold, their bag and drill frantically thrown to the side of the doorway.

Their hands were desperately trying to pull yours off of their neck, but you didn't budge.

You looked down at them with murder in your eyes, fully prepared to make them beg for their life.

“tell me where the rest of my jars are.”

“y/n.. please, have mercy-..”

They were starting to turn red, eyes squinting in extreme discomfort as they practically wiggled under your freakishly strong grasp on them.

Were they into this or not? They couldn't tell, but they definitely weren't being let off easily.

“you tell me what you took my waters for, where they are, and what made you not consider just ASKING me.. and MAYBE i wont boil you into a cauldron stew."

“mi a-amor-”

“WHERE ARE THEY, SLOAN.”

“i c-can explain if yo-”

“I WON'T HESITATE TO TURN YOU INTO BONE MEAL FOR THE PLANTS!!!! SPIT IT OUT!!”

“w-wait that'd actually be-”

“be WHAT?”

You suddenly loosened your grip on their neck, moving your hands up to holding their face and staring at them with a frown.

“..aweeesoomme◝(⁰▿⁰)◜???”

“...”

“listen, i know it prooobaablyy looked bad, b-but i promise i didn't mean any..”

You slowly leaned down towards their ear and pushed aside their headset, making them trail off from their words.

“no, you listen to me.”

You spoke in a low tone, earning a nervous gulp in response.

The excavator’s entire body shivered at the way your voice rang through their skull, cooing to them like a gentle warning that they were dead meat the split second Niran left.

“i was in the middle of doing a tarot reading for niran before you came home, and i need to go finish that up for him.”

“when im done, you better have prayed to every god you know.. because when i get to you, sloan cameron..”

You leaned closer, lowering into a whisper.

“you're gonna be begging for forgiveness.”

With that, you got up and made your way back to the kitchen, dusting the dirt from Sloan's clothes off of your own.

They, on the other hand, stayed on the floor for a minute with wide eyes, breath hitched in their throat, trying to process how they wanted to feel about what you just did.

Yeah, they did essentially steal from you with no explanation, and you seemed reasonably mad at them for it, but why was their face burning?

“niran, i am so sorry about that.. interruption.” You rubbed your forehead, taking a seat across from him again.

“no worries! you can always take the time you need, i’m never in a hurry anyway.”

“thank you.. gosh, you're always so kind and patient with everything, i dunno how you do it.”

It was your turn to lean on the table with your face in hand, glancing over at the phased out sloan still sitting by the door.

“hah, if i’m being honest, i’m not sure either.”

He shrugged his shoulders, reaching down to pet the raccoon and possum that were now rubbing against his leg.

“i just approach everything with a- uh.. pardon me, but are they supposed to be doing.. that?”

Niran tilted his head, pointing at Sloan. They seemed to be standing near an altar of yours, one of your salt lamps about to.. enter their mouth.

“hu- SLOAN, YOU PUT MY LAMP DOWN RIGHT NOW! |･д･)ﾉ”

They quickly set it down in embarrassment like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to. How they got up so quickly and found the covered lamp on one of your altars was unknown to you.

“sorry..! forgot again- and heey niran! sorry for not saying it earlier.. (⇀‸↼‶)”

They rubbed the back of their neck in shame, looking at the floor.

Whenever they felt bad about something, their go-to was munching at.. questionable things. A lot of times, they won't even realize they're doing it, and that's how lots of your things go missing.

“hello!- (٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..ahem! anywho.”

“mhm?”

“niran, do you feel like my reading resonated with you?”

“hmm.” He took the last sip of his tea before setting it down.

“i do feel as if.. it resonates, but not for me.”

“oh?” You raised a brow.

“rather.. y/n, don't you think it all sounded very familiar?”

“eh? really? how.. so?”

He gestured towards your lover, who was nervously fidgeting at the door, seemingly waiting for you.

It looked like it took every bone in their body to not pick your lamp back up again and start biting.

“wh.. what do you mean? i don't think my partners.. stupid, they're very smart for the work they do…?”

You hadn’t picked up on it somehow, your mind defaulting to showing off your lover to others.. even though you had just.. threatened said lover.

“no, my friend, what was your answer to my question earlier?”

“about how i was doing?.. uhh..?? i don- oh… oh.”

You turned in your seat and looked back at Sloan, who had caved and started biting at the lamp.

You could see them stop to ‘shush’ the bugs in their respective jars on your altar, not wanting them to tattle for what they were witnessing.

If anything, thank goddesses it was the lamp being eaten and not.. the bugs themselves.

“damn, i must've really made em’ scared huh.”

You both kept watching, but they didn't notice their audience yet, too nervously deep into their comforting eating session.

“it's normal, but i'm not sure about the salt-eating thing though..”

“yeah.. i’ve got to sign them up for that strange addiction tv show sometime.”

“agreed. ( ❛ᴗ❛ )”

“but anyway, ya know.. you're entirely right, it makes a lot of sense.” You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh.

“well, don't forget to give yourself most of the credit, y/n.. you were the one who read the cards after all! i’m impressed!”

“ahh, thank you, but? doesn't that mean i basically.. did that reading on myself? what about you?”

“don't worry about me, I'm quite content with what we've learned today~”

“hmmmmm… you.. sure?”

“mhm! if you truly are worried about the results of this reading, then can i ask you to do some other things for me instead?”

“oh? of course! what is it?”

“for starters, i think you should.. remember to be more patient with yourself.. and them.” He nudged his head towards Sloan’s direction.

“i fully believe that you two thrive together as a couple, so conflicts, like mentioned in your reading, shouldn't push you two apart.”

“i.. see.” You turned around to look at them again, your eyes squinting at the way your lamp was now half-way gone and probably in their stomach.

“yup! there truly is no rush to every little thing in life.. it's best enjoyed when you bask into each ray of light for how bright they really are, not for how bask-worthy you were expecting, right?”

“pshh, it's like i’m the one being soul read now,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “but gosh, you're so right.”

“hmph, do i really just.. expect too much of them? like in your honest opinion, am i too.. harsh..?”

“from what i’ve seen, no. your current frustration is valid, given how this has never happened before. it seems right to be confused.. to want answers.. but, would you say you trust them?”

“huh? oh of course i do, why wouldn't i?”

“i think you should keep at that. have they ever wronged you?”

“outside of.. being the reason i could never keep ingredients for spells in the house.. no?”

“then, you should help their flowers flourish, even if you're not sure what seeds they've planted yet.”

“ah.. i definitely get what you're saying.”

“yes?”

“to be more patient and open-minded of them right now, and get back at them with a really well-thought out ritual later! maybe ill even get my witchy ancestors onto them? (っ˘ω˘ς )” You grinned, jokingly plotting your partner’s karma.

“..sure. (¯▿¯)”

“thank you a lot niran.. if you weren't here, i probably would've strangled them to death already.”

“HEY! THAT WOULDN'T BE A NICE WAY TO DIE THOUGH! ( `ε´ )”

“SHUT IT, LAMP EATER! ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)”

“ahem, seriously, thank you a ton. your words will definitely be kept in mind when i.. deal with that knucklehead.”

Cartoon-like sparkles and hearts practically radiated off of you as you innocently thanked Niran.

You smiled happily, knowing good and well what you were planning for your lover when he left.

“of course, y/n! anytime you need something, i’m a phone call away! i trust that you'll take care of your partner just fine~ (ง ื▿ ื)ว”

Getting up and clasping his hands together, he took his cup to the sink. He tried to wash it, but you shoo’ed him away with a ‘nono, i got it, you're good!’

“thank you.. with that being said.. i’m afraid it's actually time for me to go. i have my own flower awaiting me at home, but it was a lovely morning spent with you! (⌒ω⌒)”

He made his way to the door, patting Sloan’s head before putting his sandals back on.

“likewise! thank you for this, really.”

You followed him, casually whacking your partner in the head and earning a ‘hey! >:(‘ out of them.

“of course! send me those love spell recipes for my bap when you get a chance, yah? (¬‿¬ )”

“only if you tell me how they work out for you two! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”

You waved as he headed out with his umbrella, shooting you a thumbs-up before leaving.

“w-whew! it's a niiiccee raiinyy day, isn't it??!? i h-hope you two had a nice morni-”

“sloan.”

“i- u-uh-.. hiiii..yaaa? :,D”

“sloan cameron.”

“..im so fucked.”

“soo,” you had to remind yourself to be easy on Sloan with a heavy sigh, “..did youu.. take my jars of moon water to work?”

“y-yeah-”

“and.. did you bring them back?”

“s..sorta?-”

“SORTA?”

“i m-mean, i did! i brought them back but-”

“..but what?”

You caught yourself and sighed.

“sorry.. it's just? i’ve been stressed out almost all morning about this.. i’ve been curing those for like, three years now, every full moon, non-stop.”

You paced around in front of them, twiddling your hands in your own frantics of their responses.

“you-.. three years??!?”

“yes??? i've told you this over and over.. why do you think i’m so worked up over this?” You stood in front of them with crossed arms, eyeing them over.

“oh my god- i-?!?” They wrapped their arms around you.

“i'm s-so sorry for using some of it for your food this morning mi amor..! believe me, i w-wouldn't have even touched them if i had remembered! ugh, stupid sloan.. stupid me! the one time i try to change things up and it jus-”

They pulled away to cover their face in guilt, on the verge of crying and pleading to make it up to you, but you stopped them in their thoughts, it being your turn to hug them.

“it's okay, baby. just.. don't sweat it, it's the thought that counts.” You ignored your eye twitching, your arms around them unconsciously getting a bit tighter.

They felt themselves melt into the tight hold of your arms, their nerves starting to wash away in relief that you weren't angry at them.

Their emotions almost hit them all at once like a bulldozer.

“i shouldn't have touched your things in the first place… i-i just thought you'd trust me and I could do something to make you happ-"

“sloan, it's okay, ya know? whatever it is you did with those jars, just…” you suppressed your eye twitches, trying so hard to not think about the dedication you put into some water, “i-its no biggie, you're good, i still love you.”

“man, i love you too.. i reeaallyy don't deserve you, mi vida..” They let themselves lean even more into your hold, the both of you hugging each other for a quiet minute.

The tension slowly going away between you two was nice, and you once again wished you could hold Sloan like this forever.

“oh! right!!! i still should uh-! s-show you what i used them for, since they're not actually gone or anything!” They suddenly pulled away, shuffling in their giant pockets.

“i dunno if i did it right.. or if it's silly? b-but i figured uh.. try my hands at charging some freshly mined crystals for you this time! (つ≧▽≦)つ”

They guided you to the kitchen, pulling out the jars from their pockets and placing them on the dining table.

“o-oh?!? woah! they're..??!? still covered and everything, hello!??” You covered your mouth in surprise, not actually expecting to see the jars again.

“y-yeah! i didn't even know you kept them for so long but i.. i knew it was important that the sunlight didn't touch them, so i thought it'd be.. nice if i gave you these beauties with all of the energy from the water poured into them already! that's.. how that works right..?”

“awwwhh, slooann..!!” You gushed, the smile on your face already hurting your cheeks.

“l-listen! it's probably better when you do it, since you have those magical witchy hands n’ stuff.. but i wanted to show you how cool i think you are by taking after what you do!! if it's.. weird or anything though, then uh.. ill jus- mph!”

You cut them off with your lips against theirs, holding their face and letting the wave of relieved honor take over your body.

The fluttering in your chest was from realizing how much thought they were putting into these little gifts for you, and it helped wipe away any lingering frustrations you previously had with them.

You tried not to dwell on your own rightful confused anger with feeling bad, clinging to the advice Niran gave you.

It was better to just focus on what things really were right now, and this? This wasn't a case purely of stealing or foolishness, it was just Sloan trying to do something meaningful for you.

It was already sweet that they brought back raw crystals for you from work all the time simply because they knew you liked them, not to mention how expensive and hard they are to acquire normally..

But, to actually try and charge and cleanse them for you too?

Trying to replicate what they've watched you do with gemstones and water before?

They might as well have proposed on the spot.

You pulled away, wrapping your arms around their neck and kissing all over their face.

“i take back everything i said, muah, i’m sorry for being mad at you, muah, i love you so much, mwuah muah, thank you, mwuah~ (づ￣ ³￣)づ”

“so worth it~.. ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃” was all they managed to get out, their eyes practically swirling at all of your kisses.

With one last ‘mwuah!’, you ruffled their hair and went to checking the jars that made it back home.

“oh my goshh, you found citrine??”

“ooh, there's some amethyst here too!”

“wahh, selenite?!!? gosh, you're spoiling me, sloan! ~(˘▽˘)~”

You excitedly inspected the glasses, raising them above your head to look inside of the dark jars without removing their coverings.

Sloan stood there proudly, their hands on their hips and a cheesy grin on their face. They were so relieved that you weren't mad at them.

“i’m glad you like them!! :D, there's some more in my bag for you, ya know, the usual~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧”

“aawwhh, thank you baby! i’m so so so sorry i was even mad at you at all (*_ _)人”

You buried your face into their chest, wrapping your arms around them again.

“nono, IM sorry i made you worry like that,” they kissed your forehead, “i really should've just asked you first and.. maaayybee do this without.. OH! THAT REMINDS ME, BABY LOOK!!”

They reached in their pocket with one hand, the other still holding you back by the waist, and pulled out one last jar.

“you totally aren't gonna be ready for THIS one!!”

Something about this made you feel uneasy in the moment, but you swallowed Niran’s words once more, trusting in your partner.

“BEHOLD, SLOAN’S SPECIALLY SUPER CHARGED JAR OF CELES..stine?”

They whipped out the glass of what was supposed to have the blue crystal in it, expecting it to be a glorious reveal… but, it was just strangely darker than the rest of the covered jars.

“huh, guess it's just.. a bit more shyer than the other rocks?” They tilted their head, letting go of you to gently knock at the jar. You watched with another jar in hand, ready to compare the two.

“heeelloooo? any celestine hoomee? hmph, i can definitely feel it in there though..” They held it to the ceiling and practically pressed their eyeball against the glass.

“it's like it's not in there.. but, it feels like it is?!” They swished around the jar, deciding to place it on the table with another ‘hmm..’

“maybe it's the cloth? let's just.. go ahead and pull that off then!”

“wait- sloan no it’ll toucH THE SUNLIGH-”

You tried to stop them, but their hands were already quick to remove the clothed lid and reveal the stone.

“wait shit no i’m so sorry i didn't me-”

“wooaahh..” You gasped and picked up the jar, mesmerized by the piece of celestine.

It glimmered in such a way that you've never seen before, making you immediately forget about the actual water around it touching sunlight.

“it's.. it's beautiful, sloan..” You held it up to eye level, your eyes sparkling at the glittery gemstone before you.

“h-how’d you even.. find something like this? it's.. like it's glowing~..” It had you hypnotized, struggling to take your eyes off of it.

“i.. uhh.. surprise..??” They were also lost in the stone, the way it shimmered all sorts of colors and lights in the water seemed like magic. It wasn't this glamorous when they had found it.

“here sloan, look at it! did you.. really find this.. for me?”

You quickly shoved the jar into their hands, puppy eyeing at them for bringing you something so beautiful.

“o-of course, mi amor! it's my proudest find for you so far, so it's-” They froze, both of your eyes widening at the stone.

It felt like it all happened in slow motion, the way you both stopped to stare at what was happening in the glass.

The piece of celestine was… dissolving.

“wh- huh?? wait noo- this- this isn't good- w-why is it.. melting??!?”

The split second they had started holding it, the crystal dissipated.

In a natural panic, they quickly placed it back on the counter, the water in the jar now being misty and clouded.

“hmm.. celestine isn't meant to rest in water but… it hasn't been that long since you put it in there, right?”

“l-like, only an hour or two, yeah?! b-but.. something feels weird..!” They started holding their own face in a panic, panting.

“it shouldn't have dissolved that quickly the- wait, are you okay?!? should I call someone??!”

“y/n.. i-i. i don't know! something'sdefinitelywrongandmystomachfeels-”

They suddenly covered their mouth, slowly looking at you with wide eyes.

“..’feels’? feels WHAT??, baby?!!? what's wrong??”

You joined in on their panic, bringing them close.

They tried holding a finger up, only to push you away and dash to a trash can, scurrying back to you with it in hand..

Then, they hovered over it.

“bleurg- ☁️💨”

“h-holy shit, sloan?? eurgh, sloan?!?!?”

As soon as they tried vomiting, the whole kitchen was smoked out in an instant, leaving you coughing and desperately swatting at the heavy air.

After about 10 seconds, the smoke started going away, revealing to you a trash can with.. no Sloan to be found.

“wh.. what..? even happened..?? where's-” You stopped yourself, something telling you to check the trash can.

Peering inside, you saw them.

Sloan was inside of the trash can, hand-sized, looking up at you. (・u・)

“o-oh.. my god.”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ im planning on proofreading and rewriting the other parts (again, and if im motivated enough), but how would yall feel about me posting little drabbles here and there?

✯ feel free to hit my line abt it, or anything in general, i dont bite ! >:)

✯ the link for part 4 will go here soon, and here are the borders used!

✯ enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, love venture.. LOVE THE SILLY!! <3

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d1strxct · 2 years ago

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𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

Lifeweaver x Reader fic

an: this fic is inspired by @shyleereading ‘s ask and i thank you for the inspiration. i got a little carried away writing this, so it’s about 5.7k words. i hope you like it! 🫶

You and the newest addition to Overwatch had made quite the friendship. Niran “Lifeweaver” Pruksamanee was intelligent, humorous, and charismatic. You noticed these traits first upon his arrival and decided to make a new friend. The two of you quickly bonded, your personality clicking with his instantly. What started as small talk in between missions, became chatting until the sun came up. Soon, you two became inseparable and hung out every time there was a chance.

You invited Niran over for a sleepover at your place tonight and, without hesitation, he accepted the invite. Niran had never been to your place before, so to say you were anxious would be an understatement. It was near the time he was supposed to arrive and you were very excited. This would be the first time you had a sleepover with anyone since joining Overwatch. There was finally a break in the missions and you couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend it with your new best friend.

You were setting up the snacks and picking out different movies for a movie marathon when there was a knock at the door. A big grin formed on your face that threatened to split in half. You swiftly rose from your seat on the couch and walked to the door. Opening it, there stood Niran with a grin equivalent to the size of yours. His hand was clasped around the strap that connected to his bag, it hanging nicely by his waist.

After a small greeting and a quick hug, you brought him inside and shut the door behind you. Niran glanced around the living room starry-eyed, seemingly in awe of your home. It was a fairly small place, but you managed to turn it into something lively and beautiful. The walls were painted a nice ivory color, and decorated with small paintings and plants. Niran looked around some more before turning back to you.

“Your home,” he started, “it’s beautiful.”

You smiled, glancing around the room.

“Thank you. I think it’s beautiful too.” You chuckled before your eyes shifted to the bag he was holding.

“Oh! I can take your bag if you want me to. I’ll go put it in the guest bedroom.”

Niran nodded his head and handed over his bag. He followed you to the bedroom and gasped upon entering it. His eyes went wide and they darted all over the room.

“This is,” he paused and his face dropped, “the ugliest guest bedroom I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes as you realized he was messing with you. Deciding to go with his playful attitude, you messed with him back. You lightly shoved his bag into his chest and your face deadpanned. Staring at him, you made pointed a finger to the door.

“There’s the door.”

Niran stared back and soon enough the two of you were having a staring contest. It only lasted about ten seconds before a smile cracked onto your face and he burst with laughter. He shook his head and walked past you to put his bag on the bed.

“Really though,” he giggled, looking around the room again, “I love your place. Can I live here with you?”

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. “Only if you’re gonna help pay rent.”

He nodded eagerly and followed you out of the bedroom. You both went back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You turned your head to him with a smile.

“So, what do you wanna do first?”

“What did you have planned?”

“Well…” you knitted your eyebrows in deep thought and continued, “I have a bunch of movies we can watch, I bought stuff to bake if you’d like to, and we can play video games?”

Niran hummed and averted his gaze to the wall as his way of thinking. After a few seconds, he looked back at you and grinned.

“How about we bake something now, play video games while we wait, and then end our night with the movies?”

You nodded and grinned back. The two of you rose from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. Once again, Niran went on a rant about how nice your house was and how we wanted to stay in it forever. You laughed and opened the pantry, grabbing the cake mix and setting it on the countertop.

“Is cake alright? We can use it to make something else though if you’re not fond of it.”

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Actually, I love that flavor, so cake it is!”

Niran and you quickly washed your hands and, after getting all the ingredients from around the kitchen, got to work. You decided to hook up your phone to a speaker and played music that you knew you both loved. Niran got some mixing bowls from the cabinets and set them on the counter.

“Okay, so we need to mix all the wet ingredients in one bowl and the dry ones in another. Seems easy enough,” you said as you read the instructions.

Niran grabbed the box from your hand and you looked up at him, a confused expression taking over on your face. He shook his head, a smirk on his. He held the box over his head and spoke.

“Where’s the fun in baking if you follow the instructions? I’m sure we can figure it out on our own.”

You rolled your eyes and tried reaching for the mix, but he backed away and held it higher. You huffed and folded your arms against your chest, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Niran so help me if you burn down my kitchen you’re paying for it.”

You ended your sentence with a poke to his side and he gasped, lowering his hands to cover his midriff. You took it as an opportunity to grab the box back and giggled when he made a sad face.

“But I’m a professional chef! C’mon, live a little!”

You sighed and thought about it, bringing your hand up to your chin. It would be more fun. And more of a mess. And potentially end in a fire. But fun!

You looked back up at him and slowly nodded your head, silently giving him the approval to throw the box to the side. He smiled widely and innocently giggled. You grabbed your phone and looked up the ingredients you needed to make sure you had all of them. Seeing you had them all, you grabbed one bowl and all the dry ingredients.

“Can we at least use measuring cups?”

“Nope.”

You groaned dramatically and Niran laughed. You grabbed the bag of flour and opened it, taking a small amount and swiping some on both of his cheeks. He gasped and narrowed his eyes at you, but didn’t make a move to rub it off. You backed away cheekily and giggled. He grabbed a slightly larger amount of flour and slowly swiped his thumb across your forehead.

“Simba.” He whispered.

You threw your head back with laughter and he giggled. You looked back at him and shook your head, your eyes crinkled and mouth wide.

“This cake is never going to get made if you keep messing around, Mr. Professional.” You put air quotes on the last word and Niran scoffed, feigning offense.

“I am professional, thank you very much. And you started it!” He held an accusatory finger towards you and you laughed.

Taking your place in front of the counter again, you carefully tried to pour the right amounts into the bowl. On the other hand, Niran seemed unconcerned and poured random amounts of the different liquids into another bowl. You mixed the dry ingredients while Niran mixed the wet ones.

The music was definitely a good idea as you both started humming to the song, your foot tapping to the beat against the tile. Niran, however, broke into a full dance of uncoordinated movements. His arms continued holding the bowl and mixing while his feet turned in different directions and his head swayed from side to side. He made a spinning move and fixed his gaze back on you once he stopped. The whole time he danced, you stared at him with your jaw slacked and eyes wide.

“Those moves were….” you paused.

“Amazing? I know.” He smirked and puffed his chest out in pride.

“…terrible. I should give you lessons.”

Niran barked out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders. He set the mixing bowl down and leaned against the counter, his hand resting on his chin.

“Perhaps I’ll consider your offer another day. Are you done mixing that?”

You nodded your head and moved the dry bowl next to the wet one. You slowly poured the dry ingredients into the other bowl to not make a mess. After combining the ingredients, you handed the bowl to Niran so he could mix it together.

“Stir that until it forms into the batter and I’ll go set up a game. I have Mario Kart, Mortal Kombat, Lego Batman, and Super Smash Bros. Do you have a preference?”

“I’ve never played Mortal Kombat before. So let’s do that!”

Excitement could be heard in Niran’s tone and you chuckled, nodding your head. He continued to stir the bowl while you left the kitchen and entered the living room. Grabbing the remote off the coffee table, you turned on the TV and the gaming console. You made Niran an account so you could both play and set up the game. Once it was ready, you walked back into the kitchen and saw Niran dipping his finger into the batter. He was about to eat it when you spoke up.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

He jumped and quickly rose his batter-covered finger to his mouth, licking it off before you could stop him. You marched over to him and crossed your arms against your chest, giving him an accusatory look. He made a noise of enjoyment and nodded his head.

“Mmh, that is good!”

“Niran, you can’t eat it yet. You’re gonna catch salmonella. I don’t need you dying in my household.”

He rolled his eyes and waved his hand disapprovingly. You poked at his stomach multiple times and he let out a giggly breath, involuntarily sucking in.

“Wehell you better not let me die then.”

After pouring the batter into a pan and placing it in the oven, you set a timer for thirty minutes. You stopped the music and turned off the speaker. The two of you made your way into the living room and sat down in front of the TV. You handed him a controller and gave him a basic rundown of the buttons.

“You press this one to punch and this one to block. We can get into special moves later. Any questions?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll learn as we go.”

You nodded and selected Noob Saibot as your character. Niran glanced around the screen, going through each fighter before eventually choosing Mileena. You smirked to yourself as you already felt your victory. He noticed your mischievous look and shoved your shoulder with his.

“Hey, go easy on me. It’s my first game!”

You laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

After selecting a random map, the first round started. While Niran was looking down at the controller trying to figure out which button to push, you immediately went in with a Tele-Slam and a Shadow Tackle. Niran’s eyes widened and he frantically pushed at all the buttons. You giggled as his character didn’t move anywhere and only punched out.

“This isn’t fair! I told you to go easy!”

You barked out a laugh and let him do some damage before easily winning the first round. Niran groaned and gritted his teeth. The second round started and you went with a Rising Shadow Kick. The sound of Niran practically smashing the buttons made you snicker, but somehow he managed a Low Sai Blast. Your eyes widened as he managed to get you to half health, but his skills were no match for yours. You used another special move and the words “FINISH HIM” came up on the screen. Deciding to use an easy fatality, you chose Split Decision. You leaned back in pride and Niran made a face of disgust while watching the fatality.

When the match ended, he turned his head towards you and narrowed his eyes.

“Okay. That was so not fair. You were supposed to give me a chance.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“As if I would let anyone beat me at this game.”

There was a long moment of silence before Niran spoke up.

“Let’s go again.”

After several more wins for you and whines from Niran, he started to get the hang of it. He managed to block your attacks and make a few special moves. He was getting your health pretty low and you knitted your eyebrows in concentration. He had won the first round (you lied and said you let him win out of pity) and he was most likely going to win the second. There was no way you were going to let him win. No one had beaten you before. But with the way he was learning pretty fast, you had to do something about it.

Since he was so focused on the screen, he didn’t notice one of your hands let go of the controller. You pressed a few buttons to make it seem like you were still playing to keep him unsuspecting. Your other hand slowly crept to Niran’s torso and you gave a light squeeze to his side. He flinched at the unexpected contact and yelped, a giggle escaping from his lips.

“H-hey! Dohon’t do that!”

Niran scooted away from your hand, but you easily followed him and extended your arm out further. Your hand found his ribs and you gave him sharp pokes. Another yelp with a few giggles could be heard from him and you smirked. His arm came crashing down and he covered his side with it, blocking his torso from any more attacks. It was enough of a distraction for you to get his character low and kill him, winning the second round.

Niran stared at the screen dumbfounded. A small blush was present on his cheeks and he whipped his head towards you. His brows knitted and he narrowed his eyes. You giggled and held your hands up defensively. Niran pointed a finger at you.

“You cheated.”

“I did no such thing. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

He was about to mutter a comeback when the oven timer went off. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand snake across the floor toward your torso and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. After pausing the game, you quickly rose from the floor before he could do anything and ran into the kitchen. Niran sighed in defeat and got up too, walking in behind you. Grabbing the mitts, you put them on and opened the oven. You took out the pan and set it on the counter.

“It’ll have to cool for about fifteen minutes, but we can make the frosting while we wait.”

After the cake cooled off and you made the frosting, the two of you started decorating. You drew little hearts and stars on the top of the cake, and Niran made poorly drawn flower designs on the sides of it. When you were both finished, you stepped back to admire your work.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whispered. “We should be cake decorators as a full-time job.”

Niran nodded his head and hummed in approval, a mock-serious expression on his face. You giggled and took the cake, placing it in a glass display case.

“Let’s save it for after we eat dinner. Are you hungry now?”

“I could eat. What did you have in mind?”

“How about we order pizza? I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Sounds good to me.”

While waiting for the pizza to arrive, you both busied yourself with more Mortal Kombat. Niran actually managed to win a few matches himself and bragged about it, but only until you threatened to sew his mouth shut if he didn’t stop talking. Once the pizza got there, you brought it into the living room and Niran grabbed two plates from the kitchen. You set the box down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen as well, pouring drinks for both of you. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch and already eating a slice.

“Here’s your drink. Is the pizza good?”

Niran nodded his head as he chewed, holding his hand up in front of his mouth to speak.

“Very good, and thank you.”

You smiled and sat down beside him, grabbing yourself a slice and beginning to eat. To keep it from going silent, you both made small talk while you ate. You had conversations about upcoming missions, plans for the future, family, and everything there was to talk about.

When you were both done eating, you took the plates into the kitchen, quickly cleaning them and putting them away. You then grabbed two smaller plates and set them on the counter, opened the glass display case, and cut two small pieces of cake. You carefully walked into the living room again and handed one to Niran.

“It’s getting kind of late,” you said, setting your plate on the small table in front of you. “How about we watch some movies now and relax?”

He nodded and you reached out to grab a few movie cases.

“Okay, so I have the Avengers, Howl’s Moving Castle, and Tangled. But we can also find a streaming service if none of these are to your liking.”

Niran’s face lit up at Tangled and he swallowed his cake before responding.

“Tangled! It’s my favorite movie!”

A huge smile formed on your face and you nodded your head excitedly.

“Mine too! Ugh, I knew we were best friends for a reason.”

You both laughed and you got up and put the DVD in the console. While waiting for it to start up, you excused yourself to go grab a few extra blankets from your room. When you came back, you noticed Niran had changed into his pajamas for the night and was patiently waiting for you. You grinned and threw the blankets at his head, earning a grunt in response. He took the blankets off his head and wrapped both of them around himself. You stood in front of him with your eyebrows raised, giving him a confused look.

“Um, excuse me. One of those is mine.”

Niran glanced at you and shook his head, pretending to dismiss you.

“No. These are both mine, thank you.”

You narrowed your eyes and stared at him, a silence took over the room. Niran looked at you, a tiny smirk evident on his lips. You tried to give off a menacing look, but with the way he wasn’t moving, it was clear your stare wasn’t working. After a few seconds, you sighed and shook your head in defeat. He hummed in amusement and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“I suggest you go find your own covers and-hey!”

Niran shrieked and held his hands out defensively as you unexpectedly lunged at him. You jumped onto the couch and tugged at the blankets, a playful and mischievous look on your face. He grunted and wrapped his arms around his torso, not letting his grip loosen on the blankets.

“These are mine! You specifically got these for-wahahait! Don’t do thahat!”

Before he could finish his sentence, you maneuvered your hands around his arms and wiggled your fingers into his sides. Niran giggled wildly and squirmed around on the couch. A big smile formed on his face and his nose scrunched. You let yourself smile too as your fingers scribbled on his skin. You seemed to hit a sensitive spot as Niran squealed when you dug your fingers deeper.

“N-nohoho! Thahat tihihickles!”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

You giggled at his predicament and switched to a different spot. Your hands found vacancy on his ribs and you prodded at them. Niran threw his head back in laughter and crossed his arms against his chest, trapping your hands in between his chest and his arms. He wiggled around on the couch and moved to where his legs were sprawled across it. You quickly sat on his legs and continued your ticklish onslaught.

“Plehehehease! Lehehet me goho!”

While Niran was talking through cackles and gasps, you talked calmly and casually, as if you weren’t tickling him to death.

“Are you going to give me my blanket back?”

Niran was at a loss for words as he was lost in boisterous laughter. The blankets were now behind him and he was leaning against them from all of his squirming. Your fingers shook into his lower ribs and he squealed. He tried to kick his legs out but with you sitting on them, it proved ineffective.

“Nahaha! I’m sohohorry!”

You narrowed your eyes at him while a playful smirk took over on your lips. You hummed in thought and shook your head as if to say no. Niran groaned through his laughter and you giggled. He did his best to fend your hands off but he was getting weak from his loud giggling. You wormed your hands into his armpits and dug your fingers into the spot. He let out a loud cackle before falling into silent laughter.

“Sorry enough to give me a blanket?”

Your fingers kept tickling his underarms while you spoke. You noticed his struggling was getting slower and his hands were giving up on keeping yours away. He nodded his head repeatedly, a big smile plastered on his face with his eyes tightly squeezed shut. You continued tickling him there for a few more seconds before letting up.

Niran slumped into the couch and fell into a fit of residual giggles. He sucked in deep breaths and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. You got off of his legs and gently shoved them off the couch so you could sit down next to him. He grunted and slowly reached behind him to grab a blanket. He handed you one and you smirked in victory, wrapping it around yourself.

“Try something like that again and it’ll be ten times worse.”

Niran grumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch and you giggled. Now that both of you had a blanket and were comfortable on the couch, you grabbed the remote from the table in front of you. You lied back and pressed play, starting the movie.

After about thirty minutes into the movie and two songs later, you noticed Niran was quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him and saw his eyes focused on the screen. Maybe he was just really enjoying the movie? You decided to not worry about it and continued to keep watching the film. However, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him give several glances your way. You let it slide the first few times but it put you on edge. When he did it again for even longer, you decided to say something about it.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

Niran let a smirk take over his lips and his expression became mischievous. He looked away from the screen and his eyes shifted onto you. A small panic began to rise in your chest and you smiled timidly.

“You think you can just get away with torturing me?”

You notice he was getting closer as he spoke and you leaned back. You tried to play it cool and rolled your eyes, but it was evident that you were growing nervous.

“Oh please, d-don’t be dramatic. I hardly did anything!”

Niran scoffed at your sheer audacity in saying that and shook his head.

“Oh? Well, I’d say a little payback is in order, hmm?”

The teasing lilt in his voice made a smile grow on your face and a few nervous giggles slipped out. Niran’s eyes narrowed towards you and his smirk expanded. His body slowly advanced towards yours and you put your hands out in front of you to keep some distance. When he was close enough to grab you, he lunged. You shrieked and just barely dodged out of the way. You rolled off the couch and started to make a break for it into the kitchen.

You were so close to escaping when a pink flower-shaped dome was enclosed around you. Your feet were lifted off the ground and suddenly you were being pulled backward. Your eyes widened and you yelped as you were sent back onto the couch and into Niran’s arms.

“Come here, won’t you?”

Niran’s arms wrapped around your torso and your struggles increased. You tried to wiggle out of his grip and your legs kicked out on top of the cushions. Your arms were effectively pinned by your sides and you tried to plead with him.

“Niran! Wait wait wait! I’m sohohorry!”

Niran wasted no time and his hands found your sides. He gently wiggled his fingers into the skin and you let out a squeal. You fell into a fit of high-pitched giggles and shook your head. His hands darted all over your sides with pokes and prods. The thin material of your shirt did nothing to deter the feeling.

“Thahahat’s cheheheating!”

Niran hummed in thought, his fingers skillfully skittering across to your stomach. Your laughter increased and you involuntarily tried sucking in. His fingers never let up and followed wherever you squirmed, not that there was much room to anyways. He brought his mouth close to your ear and softly spoke.

“Hmm, what was it again? Ah. I simply used my enemy’s weakness to my advantage.”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your ear and shrugged your shoulder up, giggling. You could hear the triumphant smirk in his voice even if you couldn’t see it. You inwardly groaned and would roll your eyes if you weren’t currently being tortured.

“Nahaha! Stahahap tihihihickling me!”

“Where are you most ticklish?”

“I’m nahahat tehehelling you thaHAHAt!”

Niran slowly dragged his fingers around your stomach as he spoke, tracing different shapes and patterns. His finger landed in the middle of your stomach when you let out a squeal, falling into loud laughter. Your hands squeezed into fists and you pounded them into the couch out of reflex. Niran giggled at your reaction and traveled his fingers further up your torso.

“Awh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you?”

A heat pooled in your cheeks and they grew a light shade of pink. You shook your head from side to side and let out a gasp as his hands landed on your ribs. He felt you tense and positioned his fingers on the highest ones.

“Is your worst spot… here?”

He quickly wiggled his fingers over your ribs and you let out a loud cackle before returning to bubbly laughter. You threw your head back onto his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, a huge smile spread on your face. One hand continued to skitter over one side of your ribs while the other squeezed the backs of the other ones. You fell into silent laughter as the two sensations were too much for you to handle. Niran slowed his tickling and went back to light tracing.

Your heavy laughter decreased into breathy giggles and you internally sighed. You greedily sucked in air and your chest rose and fell with each breath. You lightly squirmed at the feeling of his fingers still on your ribs. Niran snickered and moved his head to look you in the eye. You met his gaze only for a second before turning your head away from him and closing your eyes.

“Niran I swehehear to god I will kihihick you out ohof my hohohouse!”

It was his turn to laugh as he threw his head back with a cackle. It was hard to be threatening when you had a big smile on your face and giggles were pouring out of your lips. You felt his shoulders shake underneath you and you grimaced, testing his grip around your body. You tried to pull your arms up but it was no use.

“Oh no, I’m terrified.”

“Lehet me gohoho!”

“Only if you tell me where your worst spot is, and if you apologize for torturing me.”

You groaned through your giggles and you were about to respond with a snarky comeback when Niran shoved his hands under your arms. You let out a scream before succumbing to boisterous laughter. His fingers dug into the hollows and he kneaded at your skin. You banged your head against his chest and your struggles increased tenfold.

“NIHIHhirahahan! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where? Not here?” He emphasized his sentence with squeezes to your armpits.

“YEHEHES! It tihihickles too muhuch!”

Niran gasped and you could hear the mock astonishment.

“Really? I never knew that!”

“Shuhuhut uhup!”

After what seemed like hours of tickling, (which really was just about three minutes) Niran slowed his fingers and dragged them back down to your sides. Your squirming subsided and you breathed heavily through your nose, a smile on your face. He got a truly evil idea and lifted your shirt up, putting his fingers on top of your bare skin. You shuddered at the feeling and let a few giggles slip. He lazily traced patterns all over your sides, stomach, and ribs. You sucked in air through your teeth and started another giggling fit.

“Are you ready to apologize now?”

“It’s nohohot my fahault you’re too tihicklish for your ohohown gohohood.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats.”

Without Niran noticing, you managed to sneak your hand beside his knee with the little room you had to move. You firmly squeezed his knee and he jolted, a yelp escaping from his lips. His fingers stopped his tracing and rested on your skin. He narrowed his eyes at you and you giggled cheekily. A silence took over the room and you felt slightly nervous again. Without saying anything, Niran’s hand relocated to your hip and squeezed.

A startled squeal and high-pitched giggles unleashed from deep within you. You tried to buck your hips upward but with Niran’s arms wrapped around you, it was hard to do so.

“Nohoho mohohore! I give up! I gihive up!”

“Apologize.”

His hands quickly shot up into your underarms again and, after a loud shriek, he sent you into silent laughter. Your squirming was weakening and you lightly tapped on his leg. He went on for a good ten seconds before stopping completely and letting you catch your breath. His grip around your torso loosened and he grinned at you.

“I’m waiting.” He lightly strummed his fingers on your sides.

You giggled lightly and nodded your head.

“I’m sohohorry. No mohore.”

Niran accepted your apology and unwrapped his hands from around you. You quickly crawled to the other side of the couch and curled into a ball. A light blush was apparent on your face and you gave a dirty look towards Niran. He snickered and wiggled his fingers in your direction, making you cringe and cover your face with your hands.

“Awh, are you just too ticklish for your own good?”

You gave him a light kick in the leg with your foot and he grabbed it. He wiggled his fingers tauntingly and gave your sole a quick tickle. You shrieked and pulled it out of his grasp, tucking both of your feet underneath the blanket.

“Niran Pruksamanee, you are such a jerk!”

“You started it, and I just finished it.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled something he didn’t hear. When you heard the ending music of the movie, you gasped and quirked your head up toward the television. You realized Niran had spent the last part of the movie tickling you to pieces.

“We didn’t even get to watch the ending!” You whined, sitting up on the couch with a frown.

“Well, do you wanna rewatch it?”

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. You checked the time on your phone and saw it was already past midnight. A yawn escaped your lips and you closed your eyes tiredly. Niran noticed this and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

“Do you wanna call it and go to bed?”

You nodded and slowly got up, grabbing the plates of cake off the table and walking into the kitchen. You set them on the counter and told yourself you would clean up in the morning. Going back into the living room, you saw Niran rub his eyes and yawn. His head was drifting down and his eyes closed completely. You figured he was also tired from tonight’s events and chuckled.

You quietly walked over to the couch and gently shook his shoulder. His head shot up and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. You smiled tiredly and nodded your head towards the hallway.

“Let’s go to bed, Niran.”

He nodded and slowly got off the couch, wrapping the blanket around him and following you to the guest bedroom. You opened the door for him and he marched to the bed, plopping face-first into the mattress. He let out a long sigh and you giggled. You walked over to the bed and stood over him.

“Goodnight, Niran. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” You teased in a sing-song voice, giving his side a few pokes.

He squirmed and brought his arm down to cover his side, tired giggles leaking from his lips.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.”

He didn’t sound very threatening as his voice was slurring from the drowsiness. You grinned and walked towards the door.

“Yeah yeah. Go to sleep, dude.”

You heard the faint sound of snores and realized Niran was already fast asleep. You rolled your eyes and turned off the light, walking out and shutting the door behind you. After going back into the living room and making sure everything was decently tidy, you shut off all the lights and made your way to your bedroom. As you fell asleep, you thought of the next break in missions and couldn’t wait to have another sleepover with your best friend.

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