(Summary: Kiernan has just learned that his human friend is ticklish in a rather new predicament)
Today was a bit different then usual, as the alien and mortal, Kiernan and Aiden, sat on the couch, little pitter patters of rain droplets could be seen against one of the many windows of their shared home. To Aiden, this was a normal, rainy day, however to Kiernan? This was an entirely new experience.
"Sky sad?" Kiernan asked curiously, propping his head to the side in a puppy like fashion, amusing Aiden. "No, Kiernan, this is 'rain', something that happens from time to time." Aiden explained simply, having to puff his cheeks in an attempt to cover a chuckle as Kiernan only raised a brow.
"If not sad, why leaking?" He asked, keeping up that adorable puppy-like head tilt, earning a small chuckle from Aiden, "Rain just does that, when enough heat condenses water into air, it makes little baby clouds, sometimes the rain is gentle, and sometimes-"
A loud crackle of thunder interrupted the explanation, making the alien jolt, darting over towards Aiden in seek for safety. Aiden knew all this was very drastically different from the usually bright, sunny days out, a inch of sympathy making a way across his features.
"It's okay, that's thunder. It's just loud sounds that happen during thunder storms." Aiden said, searching around as he found a blanket, wrapping it around Kiernan securely, yet loosely, and guiding both himself and Kiernan towards the couch. "It won't hurt you, I promise."
After a good half hour of reassuring the alien, another crack of thunder crashed, lightning lighting up the room as a natural flashlight for a split second, causing the alien to reach around Aiden, gripping his sides in seek of comfort. What the alien didn't expect is for a sudden 'squeak' sound to escape the mortal.
"Hurts?" Kiernan asked, going to retract his hands until he felt Aiden grip onto his wrists, keeping his hands there, surprising not only himself yet Aiden aswell.
"No! No, it doesn't, it just, well.." Aiden proceeded to mutter, only increasing the alien's curiosity, the sudden redness tinting his cheeks not helping his situation. "Kiernan not hear. Again?" Kiernan questioned, only growing more and more curious about whatever discovery he was making.
"It tickles! O-Okay?" Aiden practically folded in like a lawn chair as Kiernan, obviously so, didn't understand those words. "Tickles?" He almost, unintentionally, mind you, interrogated, making Aiden only feel incresingly more flushed and warm, much to Kiernan's comfortability.
"..It makes people laugh, is all." Aiden quickly explained, prodding against Kiernan's sides quickly in demonstration, smiling to himself as he watched the otherworldly being jolt and wriggle around, covering the blanket over the spot. "Kiernan try?" He asked with innocence, how could Aiden possibly say no?
"..Fine, you can give it a go." He sighed, the things around him a quick blur as Kiernan immediately made Aiden lay down on the lounge, surprising the mortal completely. Before Aiden could piece together what happened next, he jolted, feeling curious hands rest against his middle set of ribs, swearing he could see the otherworldly being smirk just a tad.
"Not start yet." The alien said in broken english, making Aiden nearly curl in on himself, "I-I know-" ",Aiden red."
Those words? Those two words made Aiden realize just how warm and fuzzy he was feeling. Even though Kiernan didn't start, his eyes were clenched shut, arms forcefully keeping themselves propped up, his face twisting and turning into a goofy, wide grin, cheeks and nose dusted red.
He was snapped back to reality once he felt more daring fingers rub against the bones of his middle set of ribs, making Aiden jump like he put a fork in an electrical outlet, nearly bucking Kiernan off in the process. The green haired adjusted himself, sitting down beside the gray haired incase he were to be potentially thrown off. Smart move.
Kiernan proceeded cautiously, his thinking critical as he watched Aiden's every reaction. The way he inhaled sharply when he scratched his sides, to when he full on barked out like a hyena when he drilled into the divets of his hips. Each reaction Kiernan absolutely took in with pride, smiling alongside Aiden kindly, yet to the other it was more teasing than anything comforting.
A sudden shrill scream caught both off guard, watching as Kiernan paused his hands, Aiden covering his mouth and half of his face with his sleeves, complete horror filling him.
"Legs, tickle?" Kiernan observed, before moving himself to sit atop Aiden's ankles, making the other unable to pull or kick away.
Being absolutely mortified at this new situation and sensitivity, Aiden tried to sit up, giddy panic filling him.
"Kiki, come on! We can do something else fun! How about I teach you how to play Uno? Or some video games, you were always curious about thaHAHAT! SWEHEHEET HELL, HAHAVE MERCY!"
Aiden's body felt like electricity, his nerves alight as he felt every sensation absolutely knock his breathe away. Kiernan, despite being inexperienced, hit the mother load. The way he squeezed atop the gray's knees, rub against the pits of his hind knees, to full on massaging the other's thighs with quick precision. Kiernan quickly looked up, his eyes practically glowing with joy, watching as Aiden sat up, trying to reach for Kiernan's daring hands, only to flop back down and arch his back to no avail, each scribble and squeeze just another light switch being turned on. The green haired focused on his facial expressions, the way his brows creased upwards, his usually messy hair only looking more messier, and the wide, absolutely joyful smile practically glued to his face. He heard each howling cackle light up the room, making them both forget what was happening earlier ago.
"I-I GIVE! Kiernahahahan!" Aiden practically squeezed out, feeling slightly hoarse. Noticing he reached his limits, the other stopped all his torment, shifting off his ankles and moving up, hoving above Aiden's face, only for it to be covered by his sleeves.
"Kiernan do good?" Asked the alien with unbridled glee, eyes sparkling in delight at making the other smile. After a few moments, Aiden muttered out. "Y-Yeah, you did great." He praised, watching as the green haired practically preened at the compliment like a prize winning show pony, making him roll his eyes sarcastically.
Aiden then looked at the window, noticing how bright it was now, being a little damp from the earlier storm, "Seems the storm passed by for now." He said, looking as Kiernan watched how the remaining droplets on the window pane squiggle down with uncharacteristic interest, making Aiden laugh.
"Kiernan tickle aga-"
"No, infact," Aiden spoke, walking over to the otherworldly being, catching him off guard as he picked him up, arms stuck to his sides, before the alien burst into gentle giggles, fingers prodding and vibrating against his slender sides. ", I think it's my turn."
(A/N: AAAAAA this is my first ever fic! If you liked it, please reblog it or leave a like/comment! Anyways, thank you to the AMAZING @ummaidenn for letting me writer about her CUTIE oc's, Aiden and Kiernan! I hope you end up liking at least a little bit of this fic. Sorry it's not the best, I kept getting side tracked and a tad flustered writing this wixjwuxuuws I hope we can be friends!!🐰💚)
Cws: Nasty burns (well it *is* a blowtorch) amputation, tell me if I've missed something
It was raining.
The greenhouse ceiling didn’t let the water in, of course, and Aiden’s eyes were too tired and unfocused to make sense of the drops that certainly fell heavy over the wood and glass, but he could hear it. The soft hissing was comforting. Like the world outside was hugging him with the sounds.
He wasn’t too cold, either. At times like this, Aiden found themself grateful that Voile’s greenhouse was hidden away in such a warm location, so even when the sky fell strong over them, the air was still hot—a little stuffy, though. Aiden could close his eyes with his hand resting over his rising chest and pretend he was back with Quinn and Ezra, sleeping peacefully in some shitty inn Ez had arranged them by wasting all his gold, tricked by a mischevous keeper wanting to scam them. His lips curled up.
Aiden’s dream was dispersed like mist at the sound of familiar—distinguishably heavy—footsteps, making all of his muscles lock up.
It was her.
Aiden got up, wings softly flapping behind him. He supported himself on a balcony. It was rough against their skin.
Voile stopped a few steps away from him, hands on pockets, their stare frighteningly unreadable. Aiden tucked his wings protectively in front of his body. Lately she’d given him some worn out cotton clothes in a surprising display of mercy, allowing to maintain his dignity—or what was left of it—so he wasn’t nude, even though his shirt did a poor job at staying over his shoulders or reaching below his belly. Or covering his bruises.
She smiled and dropped her head, letting out a playful laugh. They flinched at the sound.
“Oh well,” Voile said, still distant from him. That wasn’t like her. Aiden couldn’t help but feel increasingly nervous at every passing second without knowing what she was up to. Her smile was feline, showing all her teeth. “I guess you were enjoying the break you got after yesterday, hm?”
His throat and chest still hurt. The nightmares also didn’t allow him to sleep.
Aiden restrained his arms from hugging himself. He forced his wings to stay still.
Aiden had taken a glance at himself on one of the walls, so he knew there were dark bags under his eyes. He felt a chill spreading through his body. No. He shut it down. Don’t tremble in front of them.
Regardless, Voile seemed to smell his fear, smile widening. The rain outside still made a loud and constant noise, the gray sky behind her soothing out Voile’s edges. Making them look indistinct. Shadows obscured their eyes.
“I prepared something special for today, you know,” they told him, in a light and laid-off manner as if they were talking about the delightful and comfy weather outside. Aiden’s eyes couldn’t help but follow as she walked to the south corner of the greenhouse—his heart rate spiked up, and despite himself, his breath came out raspy. South was where... where Voile locked their gardening tools. And saws.
He bit his lip to stop it from trembling. Aiden’s hands were grasping on his arms, still, as if they could protect him, and his wings trembled with the effort of holding up, losing the fight against the exhaustion and gravity pulling them down, leaving him open. He was up on his feet and backing up behind a large plant, the rain growing louder as he reached the wall. A few steps and he needed to catch his breath. But they wanted to be protected by something.
When Voile came back, she had a...he squinted his eyes. A gun? It looked a bit like a fire extinguisher, the kind of object he’d seen back in some museums back at home. Voile carried a metal cylinder—some sort of container—over their shoulder, with a little tube sticking out of it. Aiden shrinked further between the glass and the plant, muscles straining with the weight of his feathers, raising them up to cover his body. What was in that tank?
Voile approached him and despiste his defenses, easily grabbed him by the arm. Aiden flinched, trying to squirm away. Effortlessly, Voile shoved them out of their corner and dragged them through the ugly fountain—that was the way to south. The tool closet. But Voile shoved him to the side, in an older part of the greenhouse Aiden had never bothered to explore. He was dropped down on the ground.
They tried to make a sense of their surroundings. He didn’t get around in this wing as much. The thick clouds in the sky didn’t allow much light to pass through despite it being (probably) early afternoon, so it was kind of dark. Some of the glass tiles of the wall were broken or removed. The plants were messier than in the central place. The pots scattered on the ground, vines growing down from the ceiling. The floor seemed darkened out in some parts. Burnt.
Aiden felt a chill up his spine, wings instinctually opening wide behind him. He turned back to face Voile—he’d be dead the day he left her be without seeing what was coming—who was preparing something with her weird object. Flicking a flip. Plugging a socket. Clicking it in place Their heartbeat pumped loud against their gut.
“As always,” she finally said, over the hissing of water pouring into the mud outside, thick drops making their way in through the holes in the wall. Voile began unwrapping some rope they hadn’t noticed she was carrying. Aiden, despiste himself—it wouldn’t do him any good, no matter what he did—dragged his body a step back. “You have two choices.”
“One: You tell me now where that little brat of your friend is hiding,” she spat, anger seeping through her words. Aiden glared at her and Voile grabbed his chin with short and pointy nails, weird tool tingling when she handled it with one arm. “I will pretend you didn’t mean that as a no. Option two; I’m gonna use this thing on you, and you will not be able to get up tomorrow,” they said, pressing harder on his skin. He forced back a wince. “I will leave you withering on the ground like a crawling worm, and even if I come in the next day to kick you while you’re down, you won’t even feel it because you’ll be too absorbed in your own pain to notice. I will leave in you a scar so deep you’ll not be able to recover, ever, writing out today’s deal for all the world to see. If you choose the second option today, angel,” a shadow covered her eyes. The weak light reflected itself on her pupils, that showed a silent and murderous kind of annoyance Aiden had not thought Voile would ever show. He couldn’t bring himself to move even if he wanted to. A spasm ran through his body. He clenched his fists to try and stop shaking. “You’ll wish you wouldn’t be alive to tell the story.” Voile finished. Their voice was as dark and heavy as the clouds up the sky.
Ah. He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes. An ache grew behind them.
She was being serious.
Aiden would like to say his chest wasn’t filled with fear, then. He would like to say he didn’t consider giving in.
But it didn’t matter, in the end. He knew his answer. Aiden opened with eyes, gut filling with dread. He unclenched and clenched his fists. His wings dropped, defeated. They opened their mouth.
“As long as it depends on me,” tears—unwelcome—falled down his face, and he looked up to glare at Voile in a small and useless act of defiance. “You’ll never have him.”
She seemed to be expecting that answer. Voile’s voice dropped. “I see,” she said, cold, gaze darkening.
In a second, she dashed to him.
Voile grabbed him by the face again, muzzling him with her hand, and pinned him on the ground. It hurt. His back arched with the impact, and his own weight was crushing his wings, flapping panicked below him. Their bruises burned when she manhandled him, rough—with faster irritation than what they had grown used tor—and tied his arms and legs to the ground, connecting thick rope to metal rings between the cracks in the stone.
Voile sat up on top of him. He gasped, trying to keep his breath flow. Aiden heard a click.
A different kind of noise broke through the swishing.
It cracked.
Voile’s face above him glowed with an eerie mix of blue and orange, golden light.
Fire.
The tool on her hands was a blowtorch.
At first there was just warmth. For a second, the heat touched his skin, colorful flames envolving Aiden’s flesh like a gentle blanket. But then it got warmer. And warmer. And then it was burning hot, making his skin cry in agony and crushing down deeper, deeper, deeper, until it was lighting up pain and tightening its grip on his forearm. He screamed into her hand.
Voile turned it down, on his arm.
“No! Stop!” He pleaded, but his voice was muffled. Water leaked out his widened eyes. The rain outside continued, not bothered. A scream. He tried wiggling his arm out. The iron on his wrists—gods, the iron, the iron was hot and stinging on him too—kept him bound him in place as he thrashed and begged, Voile not wavering either of her hands for a second. She unmuzzled him and held the blowtorch still. The fire shot against his flesh, making his vision go white. “P-please,” he sobbed, interrupted by his own yelling. The fire was still clenching over his limb, like a snake with its prey, red and hot blinding and it would not stop and he could—he could feel his skin melting and it was like the pain had claws and it was everywhere.
“You gonna tell me what I want?” Voile slightly raised the blowtorch up, taking it out of the way of his arm for a few millimeters. A desperate hiccup made its way out of his throat. But then, before he could feel grateful, it hit his wings. Something in his brain snapped, and he was out.
When he came back to himself, he wanted to puke at the sickly scent of burning flesh and his breath was hardly coming out, as if Voile’s fingers were still tapping his mouth shut. His feathers and the flesh below them were washed over by hot, red pain, violently reaching out all over his left wing, and he started screaming again. His throat burnt like it was on fire too.
“I asked if you are done with it yet.”
Aiden’s drowning and terrified eyes slowly turned to her. Her expression was serious, but soft, like she would stop if he asked nicely.
“I-” He couldn’t bring himself to speak. He tried. His breath ragged, not allowing him to take in enough air at a time to make any sound, and all of it that he could breathe was shoved out when the pain hit a new peak and he cried out. “Please” he tried to say in between screams and sobs. It came out as a hoarse mumble.
Voile did not move. She raised an eyebrow.
“And Quinn?”
He opened his mouth. Tears fell free down his cheeks now. Aiden couldn’t stop himself from trembling. He shut his mouth.
Voile sighed above him.
Aiden was surprised to notice that his arm stopped hurting.
“Well,” he heard, between the violent roar of fire and the waves of throbbing, blinding pain. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He could barely see a thing as his vision was barred with tears, but eventually, the searing agony faded to a sharp sting, and then where before there were excruciating cramps, there was nothing.
His whole being still trembled, and he could feel the heat radiating from his side, but his arm felt numb. Like there was a hole where the feeling of it should be. Aiden made his head drop to his side to look at it. The sight immediately made him want to grab it out.
Turns out there was a hole. It was black, but also red Voile hadn’t moved the blowtorch away from him yet, and it kept going, but he felt nothing. He watched in horror as more of the skin melted away and the flames carved away his flesh.
Then she turned it off.
The fire vanished and its noise was replaced with water softly hitting the glass windows. The air hissed, missing the heat that filled it just a few seconds ago.
Aiden was panting. He hadn’t stopped crying. But he couldn’t scream anymore. The surrounding areas on the limb were still warm.
“You wouldn’t like for me to do the other arm, would you?”
Aiden stared at her. No. No, no, no, please—
“I take that as a no? I see. But,” She admired her work. Aiden’s body was shaking with his panicked breaths. “You still won’t tell me about the hideout, will you?”
Aiden’s tears started flowing again. He sobbed, still staring at her. Voile smiled.
“But I have an alternative. I won’t touch your other arm if that’s what you want.”
Without a warning, she threw the weapon to the wall, making the glass shatter violently. Aiden closed his eye and flinched. A rush of wind came in, and with it came water. It splattered over his face.
Aiden felt a sudden sense of relief, the blowtorch separated from him. He was safe from it now. He cried, closing his eyes. Voile got on her feet, her weight freeing his chest and making him more able to breathe. His lungs gasped for air. The rain still fell outside.
But then there was another sting on his left arm. Higher than the burn.
They were weak to move much. So Aiden slowly lifted up his eyelids and glanced in its direction.
Voile had a giant metal shovel pressed on it. She was positioning it with care, settling it between his upper and lower arm.
[ID: A drawing of Aiden, a white person with blonde, short hair that curls in elegant waves. They have long eyelashes and take a sip from a tea cup with their eyes closed. There are two drawings, the first colored, and the second uncolored and hairless. /end ID.]
more aiden. just doodling him to get the vibes rn lmao. also, it wasn't exactly my original intent but with the pretty curls and long lashes they look more "pretty person" then Average Pal who happens to have some really nice hair lol. i'm trying not to get over my head with having "angel oc who is white and pretty af" because like, we can have other angels and we have other pretties! i can do whatever i want.
AND he is turning out cool as hell. ^^ also, this drawing was absolutely shamelessly copied from this pinterest drawing. i found it really beautiful and saved it on their board. the way this person drew the fingers also really standed out to me i had to try
— In which Aiden is captured by a vile person working for the villains that want to capture his friend, a valuable prodigy of magic, and torture him for their location.
Hello my mysterious assigned partner! I couldn't decide which oc to submit this year, so I'm leaving the choice up to you! ^^ In my submission form, I put the visual references and art of the characters separately, but just to be sure, I put them here.
I'm submitting four ocs you can choose from. Here they are:
-> Aiden (they/he) - Winged whumpee. Appears quiet, soft and not very defiant but won't easily budge and is surprisingly resilient. Nonbinary. Full intro.
-> Espa (they/she/it) - Living weapon whumpee. Raised as a child soldier, docile and obedient, one of the best and rarely makes any mistakes. Cogender (girl + nonbinary). Full intro.
-> Kaiki (he/him) - Semi-immortal whumpee. Captured by magic scientists who want to test a new military spell that permanently grants one the ability to self-regenerate. Trans boy (ftm). Full intro.
-> Alisson (she/her) - People in her setting have magical powers. Hers is ice based. On the run from people who want to steal it + her friend's. Intersex girl (ftmtf). Full intro.
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I hope you have a lot of fun! If you have any doubts, feel free to hit me with an anon ask with them, I will give my best to answer in one to two days. Good luck!!!
