TRICKSTER

ARTAGAN SILVERMOON Master Vampire/Faerie (Leanan Sidhe) 4200 years old Fae / New Vampire Sire: Lovell du Bellay

[artagansilvermoon]

erisofkhaos​:

changes | artagan & eris

Yip had left again, finally, leaving Eris to sit in the darkened room once more. It wasn’t often he felt these kinds of emotions, so he didn’t know how to suppress them, instead letting it darken his surroundings until he felt comfort from it. He could hear footsteps outside, especially ones that stopped at his door and knocked. The scent was familiar, if not different, but it was enough to perk him up, watching the door as it opened and Artagan was there. 

Rising to his feet, he across the room quickly, scooping his love up into his arms and holding onto him tightly. He had not lost him, and all that worry quickly shifted to relief that warmed him from the inside out. Artagan was different now, yes, but only in body. Leaning back, Eris kissed him, firm yet sweet, rather lovingly. When he pulled back, he felt like himself again. 

“The red eyes are a good look on you,” he commented with a smile, hand brushing up and down the hybrids back. 

Instead of waiting for Eris to open the door, he pushed his way inside the suite, noting the darkened interior with a small smile. So, the vampire had been worried about him, or something else had soured his mood. He had learned that Eris’s way of moping included dark rooms and hiding away. This time, Artagan was happy to be the bearer of good news though he was nervous that the vampire might not like him the same way anymore, considering he was no longer purely fae. 

Those fears and doubts faded when Eris closed the distance between them Artagan wrapped his arms around his lover, squeezing him a touch too hard, forgetting his new strength. The soft kiss felt different but just as wonderful and he leaned into it, letting his arms slip up to his shoulders. “Are you sure?” he asked once they pulled away. This was the part that he was nervous for, now that he had survived. There was no longer a time limit on his life and he had wondered if Eris would tolerate him for that long.

“You won’t miss the green eyes? Or my blood?” he asked. Despite having bottled some of his blood as a gift, he knew it wasn’t the same.

[deanmoth]

GENYA SAFIN & DAVID KOSTYK | 1.05 - Show Me Who You Are

[artagansilvermoon]

varcolax​:

transition | artagan & lovell​

“Yeah. We  can do that when I finally become Councilman,” Lovell grinned. His desire to lead one day was no secret but the varcolac was much too young and still had centuries ahead of him before that could happen. Unless he could find a way to bend those rules, of course, but that involved getting rid of a lot of the current ruling powers. Not that Lovell had not thought about it, of course. 

The varcolac felt Artagan’s hand close over his and he smiled and squeezed it in return. It was still going to be different because the faerie was not going to be his slave anymore. As much as Lovell was looking forward to this, he also knew that when Artagan turned into a vampire, things were going to change between them because of the nature of vampirism. Who knew how Artagan would react to those changes? And as a new vampire, the man was going to have to take time to get used to it. Lovell had created a number of fledglings in his time and he was wanted this third time to work like a charm because he could not stand failed experiments.

“Of course. We can’t have you looking like a complete mess all the time,” Lovell chuckled just as the witches finished up and their leader turned to him with a nod. She gestured for them both to get into the centre of the circle as the rest of them moved into position before running them through it. Lovell was going to have to drain Artagan close to death just as the spell began and there was a precise moment that he had to feed the faerie his own blood to complete the transformation. 

“Ready?” he asked as he stood facing Artagan, one hand on the man’s neck where he was going to bite down. The witches did not wait and started chanting, which was their cue and Lovell’s eyes turned a deadly crimson as his fangs descended. He surged forward and sank his teeth into the flesh of Artagan’s neck for the last time. 

“A worthy reason to celebrate,” the fae agreed. He was not blind to Lovell’s ambitions and he knew that his master would get his way in the end, he always did. It was a comfort to hold his hand like this, knowing it might be the last time that it happened. They weren’t the most romantic pair but there was respect and affection between them. Part of Artagan knew he would lose that look of reverence that the varcolac gave him because of his blood and looks. He was going to miss it and him. 

For as much as the fae disliked being considered a slave, he never really felt like he was anymore. Lovell treated him kindly and he hoped they would remain friends after this was all said and done. “Thank god because we know I would be without you,” he laughed. “Plus I hear they’ve been filming a new season of The Great British Bake Off,” he joked. There was a flutter of nerves when he looked back to the witch’s, seeing that they had finished their set up. 

Following Lovell to the middle of the circle. He knew this was it, he would either die or survive to be a different creature again. “Ready,” he answered, already tilting his head to the side for the varcolac’s fangs. The familiar piercing of his throat drew a soft noise from the fae as he exhaled, feeling his blood being drained again. His fingers went to the master’s shirt, fisting in the soft material as his eyes began to droop. 

[silver-humanxx]

🧛 biting them on their neck, marking them (from artagan~)

“Hey! No, back off! I have a... a magazine! I will hit you like a bad dog. Or spray you like a cat!” He grabbed the nearest magazine he could find and rolled it up waving it the other. It wasn’t until now he found out what had happened to Artagan. Which only spelled trouble for him. Though he knew it meant nothing to the vampire having a magazine swatting at him. He had no idea if the boy was just going to be mean or try to drain him. But the teeth were soon on his neck and he knew there would be a mark. “Aahhhh...hhmmm...” His hands fisted the male’s shirt as the human’s body gave into the action without much fight.

@artagansilvermoon

[artagansilvermoon]

The only reason he dared to drink from the slave at all was because he had been gorging himself on blood to stop any mistakes from happening. This was purely for fun instead of for hunger. The more Silver struggled and complained, the more the hybrid wanted to feed from him. A low growl vibrated through him, his grip tightening on the slaves waist as he drank deeply for another moment. After a moment, he realised that the human wasn’t struggling anymore so the act lost it’s fun and he pulled back, staying close to his neck to mark him up, a little bit of revenge from the way he had marked him up when under his spell. “You might need something stronger than a magazine,” he mused, his tongue lapping over the bite mark. “I’m surprised, you don’t taste as nearly as putrid as I thought you would.”

[artagansilvermoon]

gustheschulz​:

starter for @artagansilvermoon​

“Uh, do I know you? This was no waiting room for strangers, sweetie.” said Gus as he saw a not-so-familiar individual in Eris’ room. The brat never knocks so he just slide himself in through that door like it was his room. He’s so shocked he forgot whatever he wants from his sire from this visit. No one should be seeing him like this but the old man himself because he knew that guy could take care of all his problems and he always will. Great, now he got to deal with keeping this quiet until the day you die or I’ll kill you know kind of a scenario.

-

Artagan was feeling better about the whole vampire thing now that he had seen Eris again and the man still seemed to love him, despite the changes he had gone through. What he had expected was some man to stride on in and start patronising him. The newly changed leanan sidhe’s eyes flashed red though he stayed laying across Eris’s bed like he owned it. “That’s good to know, maybe you should leave then considering I was invited in here. I don’t believe you were,” the hybrid replied, flicking his long hair over his shoulder.

[artagansilvermoon]

1, 4, 20

Sinday Asks - Spicy and Sweet

1. What are your top 3 kinks?

“While I’m not normally inclined to out myself but, I suppose that I enjoy some light forms of bondage, being marked though that might not be as possible tomorrow, and being worshiped. Honestly, who doesn’t enjoy being adored?” 

4. Are you a dominant or submissive?

“I’m both, depending on the partner and the situation but I’m fairly fluid.” 

20. Do you enjoy wearing lingerie or seeing your partner wear it?

“I prefer myself in lingerie, especially if it gets the reaction that I want. Like I said above, I like being adored and if that gets the reaction I want, why wouldn’t I wear it?”

[artagansilvermoon]

[text] I need you so much. Not want but need. I have no choice in the matter. (from Eris)

Sinday Asks - Spicy and Sweet

[ text: Eris ]: I’ve only been gone a few hours and you need me already? [ text: Eris ]: How about you tell me just how much you need me and let’s see if you can convince me to get there quicker 😘

for: @erisofkhaos

[shadowandbonecentral]

David Kostyk, The Durast

[knightpoet]

the musketeers: 35/∞

[artagansilvermoon]

changes | artagan & eris

He looked himself over in the mirror, noticing all the small changes that had been made to him through the ritual. He could see more, smell more, hear more. It was almost overwhelming. Even the red eyes that stared back at him were a sight he hadn’t been prepared for though he saw red eyes often around the castle. Lovell had kindly helped him feed enough that he felt stable. Well, mostly. He still had a ravenous hunger in his stomach but the aggressive need to feed off of a slave had died down. For the moment at least. 

While Lovell was busy, he decided to try leaving the new suite he had been given. It was a whole new world being a master in this castle and not a slave. It still felt like he was at the bottom of the food chain considering his status. At least there was one person who he knew wouldn’t see him that way and he headed towards the councilman’s room. The leanan sidhe knocked on the familiar door before taking a step back and adjusting his hair. He felt almost jittery in this body, like he had drank too much coffee and it was hard to know if it was nerves or hunger. All he knew was that he wanted to see his lover again. 

for: @erisofkhaos​

[krovscastlerpg]

Species / Role Change

Artagan Silvermoon | Faerie / Slave –> Vampire/Faerie (Leanan Sidhe) / Master

[artagansilvermoon]

varcolax​:

transition | artagan & lovell​

“If this is all I’m gonna get for the rest of time, you bet your ass I’m going to age it!” Lovell laughed, though he had to wonder how long his self control would last. 

“C’est bon,” he grinned when Artagan responded and he shot the text off to the witch in question. He received a reply almost immediately telling him that the team would at the castle in fifteen minutes and Lovell told them to get to Krovs in ten. 

The witches arrived just outside the castle in due time and the varcolac had the guards escort them to his suite. There were five of them this time and they moved around the room to set up, moving the couch aside so that they could draw the magic symbols on the floor and set up the rest of spell. Lovell stood by with Artagan to watch and he nudged the faerie in the side. 

“You’re gonna miss me when this all over, right?” Lovell was essentially giving Artagan his freedom in the most effective way possible. Once he became a vampire hybrid, there was no way he would ever become a slave again.

He laughed at the varcolac’s words, a fond smile on his lips. “Maybe we can crack it open in a thousand years and see how it’s improved.” It would likely be the oldest bottled fae blood by then. Artagan still felt the flutter of nerves, tight in his stomach. This would either be the start of a new life or the end of this one. This time he would have to trust that Lovell had scared the witch’s into getting it right.

Once the suite was filled with people bustling about, he was glad to stand to the side and watch it all happen. His shoulder absently brushed against his master’s as he watched on. “Of course,” he answered immediately. It wasn’t just to please the man who had been his master, there was truth to it. 

He was silent for a moment, watching the witches work as they set up the items needed for the ritual, before reaching out to take Lovell’s hand. “I don’t think I’ll be going far, we won’t have to miss each other.” During his time at the castle, he had found friends and comfort in a place he shouldn’t have. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble and I need someone to braid my hair so I can’t leave you yet.” While he might not be a slave anymore, he would still want his friend. 

[artagansilvermoon]

varcolax​:

transition | artagan & lovell​

Ever since their last attempt at turning Artagan not going as they had hoped due to another botched spell, Lovell decided to give the fae time before they tried again. While the varcolac was usually quite impatient about his experiments, he respected Artagan enough to allow his slave to do it on his own terms. After the last attempt, Lovell had gotten particularly testy with the witches he had engaged to perform the spell and made sure to let them know of his displeasure. Now he had them at his beck and call for whenever Artagan wished to try again. 

“Aww… Thank you,” Lovell said looked down at the bottle that Artagan was holding out to him before he realised that the man was ready. And he had even thought to give him his blood as a gift. The same blood that the varcolac had grown so accustomed to consuming in the last few years. He was going to miss it so much. “You sure you can’t give me more?” he joked and he took the bottle from the other man before he stepped into Artagan’s space.

“I’m always ready, Arty. I’ve been waiting for this day for forever!” he grinned and pulled out his phone and was about to send a text to his witches when he paused. “Are you sure? They promised me that it’s going to work this time.”

-

Part of the fae had wondered if he should have just gone straight to vampire. He knew that pure vampire’s were stronger and easier to create but part of him couldn’t let go of his fae ancestry, even if he hadn’t been home in centuries. Lovell had been oddly patient with him, giving him everything he asked for while also looking into extending his life. Artagan owed the master a debt of gratitude, one he’d likely have to pay off in the years to come. 

“It’s the least I can do to say thank you for your patience,” the fae said, shrugging his shoulders. It was somewhat of a good bye gift as well, if this went well then he’d no longer be Lovell’s slave. And if it didn’t go as planned, this was his goodbye gift. “I think you’ve had your fill of me over the past few years. This is special though, you can age it, or something like that.” It sounded like something vampire’s would do. And his blood was already very old, it would only get better. 

He watched as Lovell pulled out his phone and he chewed on his lip for a moment, thinking it over. Artagan had made peace with dying, he didn’t want to but if it didn’t go well, he wasn’t going to be a spirit or haunt anyone. He only hoped his body would be disposed of properly. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I believe in you.” Above any other feelings, he knew Lovell didn’t want him to die, it was why they were doing this. “I’m sure.”

[artagansilvermoon]

erisofkhaos​:

Artagan seemed to naturally take control over him. If it had been anybody else, the councilman would have fought back against it. Even now, with a hand on his throat, his body instinctively wanted to push back, to take control from him. It was the reminders of who the man pinning him down was that kept him from doing so, relaxing beneath his lips. Eris moaned against his tongue, moaning again as the man moved his lips down his neck. He didn’t know what to expect from the bite, other than he knew the pleasurable sensation it caused, like a poisonous venom that spread through the body. As Artagan’s fangs sunk into his neck, it almost felt like an orgasm, the electric feeling spreading through his body in an instant. Eris groaned, hands gripping his lover needily.

-

The fae wasn’t used to being in control around the master but he took it easily now, keeping Eris pinned below him as he kissed him. His blood had smelled so good under the skin that he couldn’t resist tasting the vampire’s blood. The taste of Eris’s blood filled his mouth, coating his tongue and his throat until there was nothing but the master filling his senses. He drank deeply for a few moments before he could pull himself back, feeling almost light headed from the taste of his blood. “You taste so good,” he moaned, still lapping at the spilled blood, cleaning it all up. The act of sharing blood was a turn on, making the fae rock in his lap. “You should take your pants off,” he said in a low growl, his face still buried against his neck as he resisted biting into the vampire’s neck once more.

[artagansilvermoon]

familiar-finn​:

“I was literally just on my way to go grab one, actually,” Finn snorted. Carrying them all in his hands was getting tiring. He arched a brow, curious to hear more about this human that apparently had an elder faerie like Artagan riled up enough for vengeance. Kind of impressive on the human’s behalf, in Finn’s opinion. “Good choice. What’d this human do to piss you off so badly, Tink?” he asked. The demon grinned slyly up at Artagan. He honestly hadn’t been expecting anything in return, but since he asked… “Nah. Consider this one a freebie. Unless you wanna share a little piece of your soul with me as a snack? I wouldn’t say no to that.” 

-

“I think that’s up my alley of wands I want to inflict on people.” It wasn’t a cute half cat look, it was a weird morphed creature and that’s what he wanted to inflict on someone. Pleased with this development, Artagan was happy to go along with Finn’s plans and even help him. “It sounds petty when I say out loud but he’s trying to take the attention of someone who’s attention should be on me.” The fae knew how it sounded but she didn’t care anymore. Pursing her lips like she was thinking it over, she hummed. “Hmm, maybe next time,” she suggested. “Or I can trade you something that isn’t sucking out of my soul.”

[artagansilvermoon]

erisofkhaos​:

She was using her actions to show him how much she was enjoying his touch and his control. “Master,” she moaned, glancing over her shoulder at him. She didn’t mind calling him such a name. It was fitting for this situation, and he was also the only person she would freely call the name and submit to. “I want him to do both. I’m his. My pussy is his.” There was several many hours of her in this body, giving him lots of time to enjoy her. “Does master want to fuck me? I’ll be a good girl for him.”

Artagan was enjoying having the master over his lap and giving in so easily. Eris was easily in control all of the time so it was a nice opportunity for the fae and one he wasn’t going to waste. It gave him too much power and choice, knowing he wanted to do both as well. “Yes,” he hummed, twisting his fingers inside Eris to make her squirm some more. “I do want to fuck you. I think I might do that first.” Pulling his fingers away, he smacked her ass one more time before starting to push her up again. “Because you’re being so good for me, I’ll let you pick how I fuck you. This time at least.” This certainly wasn’t going to be the only time Artagan took advantage of this body. “Be a good girl and get into position for me.”

[artagansilvermoon]

varcolax​:

collar | artagan & lovell

“Oh, we can’t have you disappointed,” Lovell chuckled as she was pulled down to Artagan’s eye level. “I’ll be so good…” she promised before sinking down to her knees before the other man, the prospect of the faerie giving her what she wanted was the only thing ringing in her mind. 

She placed her hands on Artagan’s knees before they slid up his thighs to push them apart. Her fingers hooked around the fabric of the slave’s pants to undo them and draw out his length before she leaned in to lick a stripe upwards. This close, Lovell could smell everything that was Artagan and his scent was making her mouth water. A flash of her sharp fangs descended in her mouth just as she closed her lips around the head of his cock with a low moan.

He rolled his eyes but was still laughing at Lovell’s enthusiasm. He had no doubt that the varcolac was anything but good but she would be enjoying herself with him. Some part of the fae was wondering if there wasn’t another spell at play here. Lovell gave him no chance to question it as she sunk to her knees. 

Once his pants were gone as well, the feeling of her tongue against his length made him hum softly. With his fingers still curled around the leash he tugged on it as the other hand went to her hair. “That’s a good girl,” he teased. As nervous as he was around Lovell’s sharp fangs, the pleasure her mouth caused overrode that fear. His moan echoed hers, letting his fingers tighten and pull on her long hair.