child of the stars

oliver sanders. two hundred and fifty year old faerie. librarian. deaf.

[faerieiism]

To The Lovely Krovs Admins...

You know what? I would've had a single shred of respect for you if you had just been honest about wanting to get rid of me. For months you have harassed me for things you clearly let other people you favor get away with (things I've heard you even do yourselves), have judged me based on literally no evidence other than your own biases, and yet I still tried to work things out with you respectfully. Well, I'm through with being polite. I have done everything you have asked of me to better my activity, let alone my experience in this rp, the three times I've applied and it has done fuck all. I think it's really pathetic that you're too busy jerking off on your little powertrip and releasing half-assed posts blaming everyone for their bad experiences, supporting someone who chases people away from the game, pretending you give a shit about people's opinions by opening your inbox again, and changing rules on a whim than realize how broken your rp is. It's obvious from your behavior alone that our last conversation has hit a nerve and getting rid of me is easier than admitting you're wrong. Seems to me like someone doesn't like being challenged and is used to bullying people to get their way. Your regards are as worthless as your "attempts" to run this fucking trainwreck of an rpg. You have done nothing to help make my experience here better, and nor have you done me any favors by extending things for me, so don't try to play holier than thou. You are the cause of these issues and I hope one day you finally realize that and change for the better or you're removed from your positions as admins cause a 5-year-old could run this place better than you ever could. You can take those well wishes and shove them up your ass if your head hasn't already taken up whatever space is left.

@krovscastlerpg

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Power Bestowal: Mind Control

Power like this was something Oliver could only dream of. It was a well-known one that only a select few species were blessed with and now that he was included the faerie was excited to abuse it as much as he could. His old personality would’ve been careful on how he used it, but this Oliver didn’t care about that. He didn’t want to be responsible, he wanted to know all the things he could get away with and who it worked best on. Eager to give it a test drive, the faerie picked the closest person to him as his first victim. “Get on your knees,” Oliver demanded, leaving no room for argument. He giggled gleefully when they obeyed and decided to try something different this time. “Now pull your tongue out.” Oliver smiled evilly, watching them do as they were told. Oh, all the fun he was going to have with this ability.

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Flesh

A needy whine fell from Oliver’s mouth as he fucked himself with two of his fingers. What happened between now and before was hard for the faerie to decipher, especially with a lust clouded mind. One minute he was reading a book and the next he was naked on his back fingering himself. He didn’t know why, but he was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable horniness and a desperate need to satisfy it without a care of who was there. “I’m really horny. Can you pretty please play with me?” The faerie mewled, his fingers still moving inside himself. “You can be rough with me if you want? I won’t mind. I won’t even tell my master.”

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Perfect Insanity

The bright and pretty colors had kept the faerie occupied for the last few hours until he suddenly felt the need to search for something. Sober Oliver would’ve been confused where the pull was coming from, but drunk and manic Oliver simply followed without a single worry and only wondered what he would find at the end of the line. It was a few minutes later after searching the castle that the answer came in the form of a curly-headed wendigo. “Oh, goodie! This seat isn’t taken.” The faerie said a little too happily, climbing into Nico’s lap without permission before connecting their lips in a kiss. “You’re so pretty, Nico.” Oliver hummed drunkenly against his lips.

@nicoxpalmer

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Deliriously Drunk

Most people could tell with a single glance when someone was drunk but the same couldn’t be said for Oliver. While the faerie had most of the signs of it, tripping over his feet as he ran around, slurring his words, and giggling nonstop, his comments about bright colors and small conversations with himself could’ve been mistaken for mania instead of drunkenness. “Wait, come back!” Oliver giggled gleefully as he chased after shadows only he could see, arms reaching out to grab what wasn’t there. Like a small and carefree child, he played happily without a care in the world, blissfully unaware of what had been watching.

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It would be right to assume that this would get him in trouble if Oliver was caught doing it. The faerie was usually very careful when it came to his mischievousness to avoid drawing attention to himself, though he couldn’t say the same for this time. There he was seated on the hallway floor, back towards the suite door he was attempting to break into as the vines from his bracelet slithered their way under the door crack in search of the lock. Not very inconspicuous if you asked him but still not too obvious from afar. While a normal person would’ve simply knocked to be let in, Oliver had chosen to spend his day off breaking into Avery’s suite all for the fun of it.

He had only been there for a few minutes searching for the lock when he finally found it. With a flick of his finger, he felt it unlock through the door and returned to standing as if nothing happened. Not even bothering to announce his presence, he aimlessly wandered around the room for a second until he sensed movement coming from the kitchen. Was Avery still home? Oliver wasn’t worried if he was since he knew the vampire would forgive him for breaking in so he made his way there without hesitation. It was only when he finally entered the kitchen that he realized it wasn’t Avery. “Nico! I didn’t know you were here,” the faerie smiled at him like he hadn’t just broken in. “Whatcha making?”

@nicoxpalmer​

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miragliano​:

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The first thing that struck Caspian was the boy’s scent. It brought about a shift in countenance. Golden fangs slipped past his gums, his nose curled in hunger, a low rumbling growl started to build in the base of his chest before he quashed it with a single deep inhale. Faerie…

Adjusting his stand just slightly, Caspian carried on with slipping his underwear on - chuckling to himself. “I was in fact aware of that, one would think the guards patrolling the halls would take care of any intruders.” He wasn’t annoyed or mad in the slightest, merely bemused as he grinned at the other. “But it seems someone must’ve been lacking in that department.” He stood up a little straighter, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Might there be a reason for you to be…checking locks?” He lent a little forward, eyeing the other; “You’re either thieving or dangerously curious. You should be more careful - there are vampires around here and you smell divine.” He chuckled before waving the boy farther inside. “Would you care for a drink? I’m having one and I just mean booze.” 

Unlike his old personality that would’ve been instantly on guard at seeing the vampire’s reaction, this one simply burst into a fit of slightly unhinged giggles. “Ooh, pretty fangs! I’ve never seen golden ones before. Very fancy.” Oliver knew he shouldn’t be teasing since he technically snuck up on the naked man, but it was his own fault for not being more aware of his surroundings. However, the faerie noticed the change in his demeanor once he realized what Oliver was and returned to dressing himself. “I have my ways of slipping past them without them noticing.” He admitted rather proudly, shrugging a shoulder.

“I would never steal from someone! I was only exploring.” He gasped, offended at even the mention of such an accusation. There was no need for him to when he could already get what he wanted from Oskar, but Oliver couldn’t blame the man’s assumption considering the situation. “Well, I am a very curious kitten,” the faerie placed a finger on his chin, glancing up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. “I can handle myself though. I’m used to vampires wanting to eat me.” Never would such words come out of his mouth so easily several months ago. “I wouldn’t mind it if you have apple juice.”

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theangelofextinction​:

“Oh? is my little kitten, ticklish?” He asks with a playful grin and despite Oliver tilting his neck to the side a little, it didn’t stop the hybrid from continuing to pepper the others skin with soft kisses. Oskar knew that Olive didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want the master to pull away and that’s exactly why he didn’t pull away and kept kissing his skin. “You’re such a good boy for daddy.” He whispered against the others skin.

Oskar knew that Oliver was terrified of letting a vampire feed off of him, but with a little persuasion and mind control, the councilman convinced the other that it wasn’t something he should be afraid of; especially when the vampire that was feeding from you was someone who was as old as Oskar and had experience in doing this. Hearing the faerie let out a small whine made the hybird grin ever so slightly and he pulled away, giving the smaller boy a bloody smile. What happened next surprised the master as he was pulled into a kiss by the boy, normally he would be annoyed that Oli didn’t ask for permission before doing it but the action was so hot that he was willing to forgive the boy. Oskar smiled into the kiss and pulled away after a moment with a smirk and uses his thumb to caress the boys cheek. “Good boy.”

He rolled his eyes fondly at Oskar’s playful words and briefly pecked the man’s lips. “You know I am, that’s why you do it cause you like watching me squirm.” They had only lived together for a short period of time, but he knew Oskar’s tricks enough to point them out. Not that Oliver minded since he preferred it when his master was playful and sweet instead of scary and angry. He relaxed a little more in the man’s embrace now, comfortable with Oskar’s lips on his neck, and soaked up all the attention he could get. He shivered when he felt Oskar's breath hit his skin when he spoke but didn’t hear what he said. “What did you say, love?” It was a react first and think of the consequences later kind of moment for Oliver. He had tasted his own blood once before but still couldn’t understand the fascination vampires had with it. While he could say he enjoyed the way it tingled like pop rocks candy on his tongue, he couldn’t say the same for the taste. Still, that didn’t stop him from rolling his tongue around Oskar’s and sucking on it to get the full taste. It was only when the older man pulled away that fear began to settle in Oliver’s stomach at not asking for permission, but it was quickly chased away when he saw Oskar’s reaction. “Better?” The faerie asked with a hopeful smile, wanting to be sure he was satisfied.

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chroniclesxofxrome​:

As above, so below :: Open

@krovscastlestarters​

At some point in his life, Romeo had given up any hope or spark of joy he could manage to muster up in the century or so of being a slave. That is to say, it was taken from him and rather forcibly by the same creatures that ruled this place. He felt as though a piece of him died a long time ago. A celestial no longer having their wings did something to them, and scars on his back proved Rome’s struggles. It wasn’t that though that necessarily grew a void somewhere in his being. It was the thought that this, was to be his forever. Unable to die peacefully at some point like those with shortened lives. No, his halo still glowed, though faintly, and of any indication that he hadn’t become a fallen one. There was but a tendril of beauty and goodness buried deep within, uninspired to reveal itself. Had he cared of his own life, maybe it would’ve sprung forward like the growth of flowers in Spring. A small seed, waiting to be watered and cared for by the sun to grow. 

How many days had it been since he first came here? There was no motivation to check, and watching as masters, staff, and slave alike passed through proved to be monotonous. He hadn’t exactly eaten either. His appetite lacking at the situation he was in and in uncertainty that this place was any better….though…he supposed any place far away from his previous Master was better. Rome wasn’t afraid though. Just…tired. Instead of falling back into his slumber, he slowly sits up to drag his slim fingers through the tendrils of his messy hair and straightens out his back. A crack came from his tired body, but before long he manages to get up and stretch some more, then heads out to explore a bit of the undercroft. It wasn’t until he nearly ran into someone that his blue hues meet the other’s own and he pauses to analyze their features and commits them to memory. It was then that he had spoken, though his voice cracked at first from having not been used and he clears it so as to be more audible. “Sorry,” a man of few words, not even a lace of his usual sweetened tone. He brushes past like the encounter didn’t even happen, uncaring really.

Oliver was sick of this. As grateful as he was for no longer being a slave once he was returned to the castle, that hadn’t been extended to his job. Being accepted as the librarian had filled Oliver with joy from the moment he was told about it but that had quickly changed once he started. Instead of actually tending to the books, Oliver had become nothing more than a glorified maid for the castle’s unofficial hunting ground. He knew things happened, but he reached his limit when he was greeted with a dead body in-between the bookshelves almost like clockwork every day. For weeks he cleaned up the library without complaint but now he had enough.

Refusing to clean the literal crime scene that was now the library by himself, the faerie angrily marched his way to the undercroft. Oliver knew it was a councilman he should’ve been visiting, but he chose to clean the place up to save his skin before he visited Oskar to complain. Once he reached the undercroft, the faerie surveyed the room for the most bored-looking slave he could find when one ran into him instead. It seemed he wasn’t interested in sticking around though, apologizing and then beginning to walk away until Oliver gripped his wrist to stop him. He would be good enough. “Wait! Um…could you…maybe…help me with something please?” The faerie questioned sweetly in feigned innocence, his baby blues all doe-eyed.

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miragliano​:

@krovscastlestarters​

It was far nicer than he had originally given the place credit for. Indeed, Caspian had lived in the finest places of all the world. He had kneeled under the murals of St. Peter, he had danced nights away under the chandeliers of Versailles, stretched out naked under the eye of Caravaggio. He had lived…even as dead as he was, he had lived. And yet this place…so filled with death and Caspian was finding so little to complain about. 

Water ran down the length of his body, steam rising as he breathed it in deep. If he was going to be hiding for a while - he could’ve picked worse places. Raising a hand, he turned the knob over and stepped out from under the hot spray. Striding into the rest of the suite, he grabbed a pair of underwear just as he heard the door open. He hadn’t exactly been expecting company. 

“Uh…hello? Can I help you?” 

Now that he had become a staff member, exploring the castle had become much easier. Gone were the days of flirting with a guard to let him out of the undercroft and bolting once they turned their back. The castle and all its winding halls and rooms were Oliver’s to explore to his heart’s content without being bothered. It was why the faerie spent the day dashing in and out of suites, filled with curiosity at what was behind the fancy doors. Oliver knew he was probably breaking one of the castle’s ridiculous rules, but he hadn’t been stopped yet so he carried on.

One thing the faerie found strange was how many suites were left unlocked. He understood the masters were in their own Wonderland, but he hadn’t expected men who had been alive for ages to be that careless. Oliver was no thief, though he could easily get away with it if he wanted to. The next door he tried was all the same. Nothing appeared to be different about it other than the dressing but then realized he was wrong when he sensed movement. It wasn’t empty like the others. Playing it cool when a naked man stepped into the room, Oliver looked him in the eye and smiled widely. “Hi! Did you know your door was unlocked?”

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eliboone​:

   “I said speak when spoken too.”

   Truthfully, Eli hadn’t caught what the master wanted the first time around because he’d been ordered to keep his eyes to the ground. It was a losing situation no matter how you looked at it. So when the man grabbed his neck in a bruising grip, Eli couldn’t do anything to protest. He’d obviously done something wrong, but was unsure of exactly what it was he had done.

   “I’m sorry I can’t–”

   Before he could finish the sentence the man used his grip on his neck to throw him to the ground, causing Eli to catch himself on his wrist and yelp slightly. “Worthless.” And then the man was gone, leaving Eli to straighten himself up. He felt a shadow over him and he quickly muttered out, “I’m moving. I apologize.”

@krovscastlestarters​

With arms wrapped around his legs and chin on his knees, Oliver silently watched the slave being bullied by the master. Sights like that one were quite common in the castle, but the faerie still enjoyed watching to see how each slave handled the situation. It appeared cowering in fear was how this one dealt with it, though Oliver couldn’t blame him for it. He remembered how powerless he felt when he was a slave and most masters having the patience of a hair follicle made it worse. While his old self would’ve stepped in to help, this version of him simply waited for the vampire to disappear.

Once they were alone, Oliver removed himself from his position and walked up to the slave to tap his shoulder. He knew it was none of his business what happened, but there was nothing else interesting going on and Oliver could use a distraction now that he left the library. “Are you okay?”

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avery-alpha-varcolac​:

It seemed the boy realized what he had done. It still didn’t explain anything. “Ya I’m fine.” He grumbled letting Oli take a look at his face. The vampire healed quickly ad just glared at the boy before reaching up to smack him on the side of the head. Only half strength so it wouldn’t hurt much. “The hell is wrong with you. Strangling a bunny? Hitting me with a rock? Going into a blind rage? Were you hit with a rock?” His tone was a bit annoyed as he looked at the boy. But he still knew something was wrong so he couldn’t be too mean. Avery then began to check Oli’s neck and wrists, and even lifted his shirt to check his stomach area. The boy wasn’t wearing anything new. “You’ve been gone too long. Where were you? Do you know the trouble I’ve gone through to find you? And then you just turn up here, strangling a bunny! Explain yourself now.” The hybrid gripped the boy’s chin and sighed. “You worried me.”

He was relieved to know that he hadn’t hurt Avery and thought that was a bit strange. Oliver had helped Oskar hurt plenty of people in the last several months but never had he felt remorse. It never even crossed his mind to feel such a thing and wondered why he felt it for only Avery. Oliver would’ve followed the thought down a rabbit hole but the smack against his head redirected his attention. “Hey! Why did you hit me? I said I was sorry,” the faerie pouted angrily at Avery, rubbing his head. “And what do you mean what’s wrong with me? You’re the one who started it.” None of this would’ve happened if the vampire hadn’t chased off the rabbit in the first place. Things only got weirder when Avery began touching him as if he was searching for something but wasn’t given a chance to ask why. “Outside! I escaped. Well, I did the second time, the first time I was sent to solitary for six months,” Oliver casually explained to him. “I’ve been living with my master since then. I didn’t mean to worry you though.”

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avery-alpha-varcolac​:

“Stop it! Calm down!” Something heavy hit Avery’s head. The man just blinked as he stared down confused. But then Oliver was on top and was about to attempt to beat Avery, but the boy stoped. “Jesus christ Oliver! What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked propping up on his elbows now as he kept the boy on his lap. Confusion and worry on his face. This was not the Oliver he knew nor liked. What happened to him was worrying. “You’re lucky I know you or else I’d have shattered your body.”

Regret instantly set in now that Oliver recognized who it was. His old self would’ve been horrified by what he’d done, especially when it was to someone he cared about, and that part hadn’t changed much. Oliver felt terrible that he let his rage get the best of him instead of checking who it was he was attacking first. And from Avery’s reaction, the faerie could tell he wasn’t happy about it either. “I’m-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you,” Oliver apologized earnestly, the remorse clear on his face as he lowered the rock. He knew that the vampire would heal but he still felt bad. Tossing the rock aside, he leaned down to gently cup Avery’s face with both hands. “Are you okay? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

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avery-alpha-varcolac​:

Avery was too stunned to react at first. What the hell was wrong with him? After feeling the sharp branch stab him a few times he grabbed the fae’s arm and grasped it firmly. “Oliver stop.” He growled pulling the branch from the smaller boy’s hand. The varcolac was far too confused as to why the boy was acting this way. He quickly kicked the boy’s feet from under him and swiftly planted the boy’s back to the ground. But careful enough not to actually hurt him. “Why the hell were you trying to kill it!? What the hell has gotten into you?” Looking down at the boy he could see something new. Something different. Those eyes weren’t the eyes that looked at him before. Something evil now laid within them. “What happened to you Olive?” 

If only the faerie paused for a moment to recognize who was standing in front of him, he would’ve calmed down enough to apologize for his behavior, but he was beyond that now. His toy being taken away from him had blinded Oliver with rage and filled him with a vicious bloodthirstiness that was unlike him. Too focused on stabbing the stranger, Oliver didn’t notice Avery’s confusion or hear his questions and continued his attack. It wasn’t until he was placed on his back that he finally came face to face with who it was, but it still changed nothing. “Get off of me! Get off of me!” Oliver hollered, thrashing about and slamming his fist into the man. When he realized that wasn’t enough, he summoned a rock and smashed it against the vampire’s head to knock him off. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Oliver switched their position and raised his hand to begin bashing the man’s face in but paused once he finally realized who it was. “A-Avery?” He asked in confusion.

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avery-alpha-varcolac​:

“Well honesty hurts you know.” Avery teased clutching his heart as if he really was hurt. The kisses were sweet and honestly Avery would have continued to kiss him till the fae was out of breath. But then he spoke and it made the hybrid groan. “Why must you put it like that? It sounds so rude. But yes. Even after all these years it’s still in my mind.” The little nibbles were cute. But only a distraction. Soon an image was in his head. It was good. Very good. And Avery was doing a bad job of keeping it hidden. Dropping his head to the crook of Oliver’s neck he felt himself getting hard. The sound of Oliver’s voice, the begging, it was getting too hard to control himself. “Why must you torture me so?” Picking his head up he looked at the boy with lust filled eyes. His breathing heavy. And since Oliver was in his head he put an image in his own head. 

One of Avery gently kissing the boy as he undressed him. Kisses down his neck, shirt coming off. Kisses along his collar bones and down his chest. Slowly his hands worked the pants open and off. The varcolac kissing down the boys thighs before going back to kiss Oliver. And then the image shifted to Avery tucked between the boy’s thighs as the fae moaned and grasped Avery’s hair. The vampire pleasing Oli gently and sweetly. His own pleasure coming only from what Oliver was feeling. His hands grasping gently and firmly onto those soft thighs. If Oliver wanted to play dirty so would Avery. “Careful Olive. You’ve never seen the fantasies I have of you.” His lips brushed against the fae’s as he breathed in the sweet scent. Then the image changed again to Avery actually fucking Oliver. The boy’s legs around his hips, hands clasped together, their bodies moving in sync as Avery kisses the boy and marks his skin. It was something far more sensual than Oliver probably thought Avery would be. “Shall I continue?”

Another soft giggle fell from his mouth at Avery’s teasing. God, was he always this charming, or had Oliver just overlooked it? After years of building walls around his heart, Oliver knew he should’ve hated that he was acting this way around the other man but he didn’t and was sure Avery could tell too. If Oliver’s wide smiles and giggles weren’t enough proof then the glow he was emitting definitely was. It was a feeling he only ever felt with Dominic, but that alone was enough to give him the green light. “Aw, I’m sorry.” Oliver frowned playfully and kissed his hand before rubbing it over Avery’s heart as if to soothe his “pain”. It was all so domestic that if the faerie let himself, he could pretend they were a couple instead of master and slave and was surprisingly okay with it. “Maybe I like how much you still want me?” He shrugged but pulled Avery into a kiss afterward to prevent him from speaking. Oliver might be acting playful but that didn’t mean he was totally fearless.

It took everything within the faerie not to giggle in delight at Avery’s reaction to his image. He knew it was wrong to exploit someone’s weakness for your own pleasure, but Oliver couldn’t help it. How could he when Avery admitted not time nor even a war had changed his feelings for him? Oliver was trying, he really was, but Avery enjoying his teasing only made it harder. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The faerie said sweetly, feigning innocence as he batted his eyelashes up at Avery. He knew he would be caught the moment it happened, but that didn’t mean he had to admit it either….until it was thrown back at him. The images Avery planted in his mind took it even further, showing the faerie what he really thought about him and Oliver couldn’t help but be turned on by it. This wasn’t supposed to happen but if Avery wanted no holds barred then they could do that. Without a single word, he opened Avery’s pants and shoved his hand inside to grip the base of Avery’s cock. “Yeah, go on, show me what you wanna do to me.” Oliver grinned a little evilly.

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avery-alpha-varcolac​:

“You know what? It’s the thought that counts.” Rolling his eyes he continued to lay kisses along the boys neck and lips. “Jokes at this time? When I’m trying to be all romantic? You just ruin all the fun don’t you?” A light laugh leaving him with a shake of his head. Avery couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something bad. The thoughts he had knowing he could just try and take Oli right there. The fact that long ago the boy had kept him at such a distance. Was it possible Oli was actually opening up at the idea of Avery getting closer to him? “I’d say you’re a bit sour since you’re an Olive.” He teased trying very hard to keep his hands from wandering too far. It was nearly impossible for the man to behave but he was doing his best. Though he wasn’t sure how well he was doing. “Would it be too bold of me to assume I could do more than kisses to make you flush pink? I’d like to hear your moan from those cute lips. Feel your body tense under me as your fingers tug my hair. But like the feeling of your lips right now. You’re lucky I respect you as a master to not pull my usual tricks. So I’ll continue to kiss you until the sun sets and roses and you’re out of breath.”

His teasing might’ve said different but Oliver thought his words were sweet. It wasn’t what he expected out of Avery and guessed it was enough proof of his growth. Ever since they first met, Avery made him feel like he was an object instead of a person but was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t the case now. “I was only being honest!” Oliver played along, chuckling at his silliness before kissing Avery back. This was the man he’d been waiting to see, the sweet and charming one Oliver once caught a glimpse of and thought it was a shame it took five hundred years to finally meet him. Still, he guessed it was better late than never as he burst out laughing at Avery’s joke. “God, you’re such a dork.” But he loved it anyway and hoped to see more of this Avery.

It was a sweet moment that Oliver preyed wouldn’t end, content on remaining in this dreamlike state but that all changed when Avery’s thoughts began to spill. It was flattering how much Avery still wanted him after all these years and Oliver couldn’t help but take advantage of that a little. “Aww, you still wanna fuck me, Avery? Is that it?” He cooed, leaning up to nibble teasingly on the slave’s bottom lip. Oliver knew it was wrong to push when Avery was clearly holding back but couldn’t fight his love of testing boundaries. Slipping into his mind without a sign, Oliver placed an image into it of him begging Avery to fuck him and waited to see the man’s reaction.

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theangelofextinction​:

When the idea of sending Oliver to Krovs came up. The idea of sending the fae to the castle as a slave was there but after futher thought, Oskar decided that Oliver would be better suited being a staff member, meaning that the boy wouldn’t be touched nearly as much and wouldn’t have to deal with any masters who got a little handsy when nobody was looking. “Good.” He purrs and moves his lips to the boys neck, placing soft kisses to the warm skin and inhales his scent. A scent that the Ahool had missed the last few weeks and was glad to have once again.

The hybrid’s lips curled up into a small smirk when the smaller boy got comfortable on his lap and he stared into his eyes. Oskar was always hungry, even when he had just fed on someone and although he had fed prior to coming to the castle, when Olive offered his wrist to him, his eyes dipped and he leaned down, taking the faerie’s wrist in his hands to bring up to his lips, opening his mouth and takes a bite, sinking his fangs into the boy and feeds from him. Drinking a small amount, enough to continue for a little before he pulled away to lick at the wound, licking up leftover blood and also healing the wound.

Another but shorter giggle fell from the faerie's mouth when Oskar kissed his neck and he leaned to the side a bit as if trying to stop the vampire from coming any closer. "Daddy, that tickles!" Oliver had always been more sensitive to touch than others but that didn't mean he wanted Oskar to stop. He still tilted his head to grant the hybrid more access to the skin despite his protest, humming contently as he caressed the nape of Oskar's neck. If it was attention that his master wanted then Oliver would never deny him that, willing to give him whatever he wanted to make him happy. “But anything for you.”

Months ago, being fed on by a vampire would’ve sent Oliver into a panic. It was a fear that many faeries shared given their bloody history with vampires but that wasn’t the case now. He had become used to offering himself up to Oskar whenever he suspected the man was hungry and even took pleasure in it. It was why Oliver’s gaze was glued to Oskar’s lips to watch him bite into him, inhaling sharply with eyes squinted in what could be mistaken for pain had a low whine not followed. Oliver had been in this position once before but still couldn’t understand how something he was supposed to fear could be so erotic. “I want some too,” he finally spoke after Oskar licked up the rest of his blood but didn’t bother waiting for permission. Instead, he pulled Oskar into a kiss and licked into the vampire’s mouth to taste what was left of his blood on his tongue.