The Boy who Opened the Door

Solanine would take a few glances over at Oliver, he felt shy and maybe not as nervous as before but still felt cautious to his surroundings. He drank down about half of the blood now.

Hearing those words come from the others lips he tilt his head. “M-Me?…” Sol pointed to himself. “How could I be the one..? My light isn’t enough…darkness has corrupted me..” The blonde hands his head before looking up into Oliver’s eyes—studying his features, looking to see if there was any kind of darkness in him too.

There was something, the young vampire couldn’t place his finger on it but he felt like they were almost…similar.

How strange.

Solanine finished off the bag before placing it down, he pulled his knees up to his chest before adjusting his robe. He let out a yawn. “I thinking I’m getting tired…the sun should be up soon..”

"It's not even midnight. But if you're tired then we should get you something to wear to sleep in."

He stood and made his way to his bedroom. Sol wasn't too far off from his size. Gathering sleep clothes, he brought them to Sol.

"I know that you feel it too. This...connection. It had nothing to do with your blood in my system. I don't know what it is but...I think I've been looking for it for a long time now. I think I've been looking for you for a long time now."

#indie rp #open rp #indie gay rp #open gay rp

LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM EMBER

Like to play with my bby dragon

the-raven-dhampir

Raven was already nibbling on Oliver's neck when warm fluid pleasure got spilled all over him. He moaned in satisfaction, his notes covered by the Other's louder cry.

As Oliver had begged him, he sank his fangs into his flesh, right at the base of his neck. He didn't even need to suck, the orgasm was pumping Oliver's blood right into his mouth: Raven licked and savored the sweetest Crimson nectar, still buried deep inside the Other's body, till his muscles clenched around Raven's cock all at once.

Raven responded by gripping harder on Oliver's body as he came deep inside his Lover with a suffocated moan, his own mouth still stuck in the Other's neck. He let go and opened his lips for a louder whine when his climax ripped through him.

Oh, the perfection... Their peak, Oliver's seed, his feeding, it was all so wonderfully synchronized to paint the ultimate canvas.

Raven fell forward, dragging Oliver's body under his. He quickly licked the wounds to seal them, as he remained inside him, he had no rush to pull back.

He finally pushed a hand between their bodies to collect a few drops of sweet juice. He sucked on his finger with a contented smile. "Mmmh, yeah. You taste like a hero."

Oliver shuddered, body vibrating as Raven licked up a few drops of his seed. His face is flushed from their activity as well as from his blush. He feels a bit lightheaded and he's not sure if it's from Raven feeding, or from their intamacy.

Slowly, his fingers run through the dhampir's hair...until a piercing pain runs through his chest.

He cries out as the sound of sizzling flesh filles the space between them, though there is no smell of it.

On his chest...an image where there had been none before. The symbol of Raven's house. He panted softly when the image finished forming itself.

"That...that's new."

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Solanine was a tad confused on how Oliver could even know he did that let alone feel it.. “You..felt that?” He tilt his head slightly before walking up to the other nervously. “I’m s-sorry and normal?…I guess so..”

The blonde huffed out a sigh and nodded his head to the others next question. He grabbed the blood bag Oliver offered to him and pressed his lips together. “I um..appreciate all of this..You didn’t have to go through the trouble of trying to help me..”

Sol hugged the robe around his body and took a seat before he popped open the tube attached to the blood bag, slowly he began to drink and almost instantly he felt a rush jolt through his entire body. It had been such a long time since Solanine had a proper feeding—his eyes flashed from his normal amber color to red, the back to its original state.

I think that maybe you can save me...bring me back from oblivion.

The void had called to Oliver for so long. Pulling him through reality after reality. So many versions of Earth. Sometimes other plants as well. He was hopeless. Lost. In pain. So alone.

Sure, there was Ember. But Ember sometimes hated him for pulling him into this traveling hell.

They didn't even live together anymore because of it.

The dragon was looking for his own salvation.

"I think you could be the one to save me..."

rcsengxrten-a-deactivated202307

Oh. That was all he could think once he finally realized what this was about. He observed the other man in front of him from head to toe. He was handsome, most definitely. It could have been worse and what he said made sense. If they have an heir, half human, half Vampire, they could unite both worlds.

Elias' unnaturally blue eyes lit up. He rose to his feet while keeping his eyes on the other. Hearing that his grandfather George was alive was more than just a relief.

❝I'm glad he is.❞ Elias knew that George always longed for peace. He was a wise, but very old Vampire. ❝I agree. This is not the most romantic way I've gone about a consortship, but peace among our kinds and set rules is something my grandfather always longed for. Who am I to destroy his hopes and believes after he saved me from death. And you…you are cute.❞

The blush that now graced Oli's cheeks was vibrant. The king couldn't help it. While he had had sex in the past, he had never been in a relationship and certainly he had never been called cute. Rubbing the back of his head, he frowned.

"You have your own set of rooms for now, though they will merge when we marry. A daylight ring will be supplied to you as one was supplied to your grandfather. I think you might like to bathe after the past few days that you've had. And a good meal. We have those here who donate blood for the purpose of the vampires in court. It comes from a bag, but it's clean and plentiful."

He held out his hand to Elias.

"Perhaps you would like to hold hands as we walk?"

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Solanine was sitting down in the tub as the water above hit the top of his head, he clung his arms around his body and just sat in silence. The blood that stuck to his skin was slowly washing away, turning the water a hint of orange.

“How…How can Intrust this man..?” He whispered faintly to himself, now he was digging his fingernails into his arms. Sol huffed out a sigh and tilted his head back with his eyes closed tightly, the water splashed onto his face and the warmth felt so comforting.

About twenty minutes rolled by and the young vampire reach up to turn the water off, carefully he stepped out and began to dry himself off. Sol then ruffled his hair with the towel and slipped into the robe Oliver had mentioned. He definitely needed new clothes.

He opens the door slowly to peak out, looking down both sides of the hallway he didn’t seen the other anywhere. Now he felt nervous again..

Solanine walked through Oliver’s house til he looked around the corner and found the man. “S-Sorry…I’m, uh, im done..Sorry i didn’t mean to take so long…” He hadn’t realized how many times he apologized, it was just a natural response.

"You're fine. You don't need to apologize. You need to stop hurting yourself, but you don't need to apologize. I felt you hit yourself in the head. And dig your nails into your arms. Is this...normal for you?"

It was while he had been drinking his own blood that he realized what was happening. He didn't know if it was the blood connecting them or something deeper, but he had felt the pain that Solanine was inflicting on himself.

"Are you ready to eat? It's not warm. But it's a start. Staying well fed can help keep bloodlust away when you feed."

He held up one of the bags of blood towards the other man.

"Please. Eat."

forwardlion:

he had just time to lower his hand at the warning of the others, and to be honest simon was just REALLY CONFUSED until his jaw dropped slightly, taken in the fallen shadowhunters spread around the ground. “ dude, Oliver- dude. has your.. bag always done that? how did you come by it? are you sure you’re human? this is so COOL.”

“I’m a Champion. That is...there are people like me pulled from their home realities with the express purpose of being Champions. Of saving worlds, rescuing the princess, starting revolutions. In my travels I’ve come across certain magical artifacts. The first on I received was the bag. The second was that tent. It’s like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside. Sets itself up as well.”

Oliver smirked.

“I like to take cute boys inside and show them a good time.”

He winked at the man before him.

“Maybe I could show you around sometime.”

#forwardlion

fantastic-wizards

He rolled his eyes. "Don't be foolish. I dislike owing people favors. You kept me from smelling like the bottom of the black lake. I'm returning the gesture by allowing you a week's worth of homework and notes. I call it even."

He looked him over one last time before starting up the staircase. "Yeah, yeah, it's whatever. No need to shower me with thanks because we're not friends, and I am not a good person. I will probably ignore you just as much as everyone else, but it's nothing personal. That's just how things are around here."

He paused. "You should consider yourself lucky. It's hard to be pushed around when everyone is afraid of you."

"I have no one, Severus. No family. No friends. I get close to someone and then the doors throw me into a whole new world where I have no one. No family. No friends."

He watched Severus for a moment.

"Perhaps I was foolish to hope...that you might understand that sorrow."

#fantastic wizards

the-raven-dhampir

Raven clenched onto Oliver's body as intense warm pleasure spread from his lower ab throughout his body. He could feel the Other literally surrendering to him, turning into a ragdoll for his pleasure. Oliver's tightness was gripping on him as Raven's body danced with the pretty Hero, and he buried himself deeper inside him at every thrust.

Raven held him close and kissed any spot his lips could find, till he met his blue eyes, literally glowing of ecstasy. He wasn't surprised to hear that Oliver knew what he was. Of all the creatures Raven had met in his long life, the interdimentional Hero was surely one of the most peculiar.

"Oh no, my Hero. I'm gonna bite you when you cum." Raven leaned closer to gently poke Oliver's neck with his fangs. His blood was rushing so hard already... He grabbed him even harder and tugged him against his own body. "So cum for me."

Oliver whimpered at Raven's words. He almost came then and there at Raven's command, but he was stubborn and so held on longer. He couldn't stop his panting, and the soft cry as Raven hit his sweet spot head on.

He wanted him.

He wanted to be his. He wanted this dhampir to be his salvation. His heart called for him. Begged for him.

And then, he fell over the edge, crying out as he spilled between them, hot ropes of cum splattering between their bellies and chests.

His body shuddered, walls clenching around Raven's cock as he rode out his climax.

#the raven dhampir

charlestonking

open to (m) tops; 18+

your muse could be a random citizen or fan, a criminal that just robbed a bank and picked the wrong (or right) road to run down, one of his rivals, a villain, j. jonah jameson 👀, anything goes here. potential tw: non-con, dub-con.

Using his grip to his advantage, Spider-Man was standing on the edge of the building (parallel to the concrete a foot or two below him), with his mask rolled up just enough to free his mouth; because he might have had super strength but he still needed to bite through the obnoxious plastic packaging around the new batteries for his camera.

Once he finally had the packaging open, he pushed the batteries into his camera and sighed with relief when the device powered on. "Okay, now let's get this baby set up..."

Unfortunately, he had an audience.

"Whoa, okay, hasn't anyone told you it's rude to sneak up on people?" He quipped as he glanced up at them. "You could have startled me and I could have fallen. I know what you're thinking, big deal-- but this suit doesn't come with health insurance. Do you know how hard it is to swing around town with a broken wrist that I can't afford to get casted?"

Throwing the camera up higher after setting it to record, he quickly shot it with a bit of his webbing to hold it in place before dropping down to stand on the concrete in front of the other.

"You know what, let's start over. Hi--" he was interrupted by a quick string of five beeps. Before he could react accordingly, his web-shooters malfunctioned and exploded on his wrists; pulling the two together, trapping his arms behind his back, in a messy bundle of webbing.

"You have got to be kidding me..."

Ember was new to this world. He and Oliver had come here together and while Oliver had joined up with the heroes of this world, the dragon was mostly left to his own devices.

Sipping on a fruity tea drink, something called a 'refresher', he found himself watching a brightly dressed man playing with a camera. Clearly he had been spotted, because the man...though he sounded young...had ended up creating webs that had trapped his arms behind his back, against the side of a building.

The dragon snickered gently before moving closer.

He took a sip of his drink before gently pulling the man's body as far from the wall as he could, so that he could see that situation at hand.

"That looks uncomfortable. How do the webs respond to intense heat? I can make flames so...if they melt, I could burn them off. Though I wouldn't want to harm your skin."

#partybcys

touchdecayed

"There are no animals," Tabeo briefly answered "There is nothing. The world is in ruins, do you not understand that?" the world outside his church, his domain, was a hellscape of fire and brimstone, nothing could grow. Nothing could live out there. He couldn't understand how this guy could believe there was something out there to save.

Then he mentioned his parents.

"My parents... they're dead as well. Rotting just like most people. They never loved me."

"Good grief, you're stubborn, you know? But I'll humor you some more. If I am you from a different world, why would you be sent here?"

Tabeo tilted his head "what is the point?"

"Surely you know?"

He tilted his own head to the side.

"This isn't the only world you are meant to destroy. I think...there is a prophecy. Two halves of the same coin. One to decay and one to bring life. Joined they bring balance. Alone they bring the end of all things."

He sighed.

"Dude, it's a multi-universal prophecy. One as old as the multiverse itself. Your touch won't hurt me, because I am life itself. I think...that we're meant to work together to bring balance."

#touchdecayed

Solanine stood there rubbing his arms, a nervous habit of his. He listened to the other and kept behind him as they walked to the bedroom.

“T-Thank you..” He muttered softly. The young vampire wasn’t sure what else to really say, he was grateful yes, but this was still so strange to him. He felt like he was in a presence of some form of angel..sent to him in dire need.

Shaking those thoughts away he stood in the bathroom and looked over his shoulder as Oliver spoke up again. “I-Umm…sadly it’s just blood for me..” He frowned a little, oh how he missed the taste of human foods. So many favorites that he now couldn’t enjoy.

“I’ll try not to t-take forever..” Solanine closed the door and huffed out a sigh, he needed a moment to collect his thoughts before starting up the shower.

The blonde takes a deep breath and looks at himself in the mirror, blood covered his mouth, down his throat and chest. He looked like a monster. Clenching his jaw he balls up his fist and hits himself once. “Learn to control yourself damnit..” Letting out that breath he starts up the water and gently strips away his soiled clothing.

Oliver hissed as a strange sensation took over the side of his head. It was like he had just hit himself there and he didn't understand it. The phantom blow left him dizzy for a moment before he headed through his apartment, tidying things that needed to be put straight. He wasn't the cleanest when it came to how he lived. He was used to being in a place or a short time and then vanishing. He threw away empty food containers now, and empty bottles into the recycling. He cleaned surfaces and waited for the vampire to finish with his shower.

He had moved the bags of blood from the bed, and set them on the table in a cooler so that they would stay fresh. He knew that cold blood wouldn't be the most appetizing, but at least it wasn't straight from a vein.

He figured it was the heart beat that often drew vampires in the most. It was hypnotic.

The sound of his own heartbeat was driving him insane. Solanine's blood was still in his system, and he still had tiny half formed fangs.

Dhampir.

Temporarily.

He was craving blood for himself.

He found himself sitting at the table, looking at his own wrist...before the maddening sound of his own heart became too much to bare, and he bit into his own wrist, tasting his own blood exploding over his tongue.

fantastic-wizards

He tripped over the first step, falling to the floor. He just missed the remnants of being drenched in what was probably water from the black lake out front. How Peeve's managed to get his ghostly hands on such things was beyond Severus. That thing was always up to something. He had no biases either. He tormented everyone equally.

"You know, I don't need you playing the hero around here. Peeves is always up to no good. I would have been pissed, but what can anyone do? Albus lets them stay instead of having them all cleansed out of here. It can be done. He just won't."

Severus looked him over and shook his head. "Prefect's bathroom. It's up the stairs closer to the Ravenclaw portrait. I'd go there to wash up if I were you. No one's ever in there and the tub is as large as a swimming pool." He paused. "I'm still not tutoring you though. I'm sorry, but... I just don't feel like trying to explain potions. All you do is read the directions, add the ingredients and stir when the book tells you to. I honestly don't see why anyone has issues." He looked him over one last time before turning away to leave. "I'll give you this week's notes and homework. That should more than cover your little act of heroics."

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He tripped over the first step, falling to the floor. He just missed the remnants of being drenched in what was probably water from the black lake out front. How Peeve’s managed to get his ghostly hands on such things was beyond Severus. That thing was always up to something. He had no biases either. He tormented everyone equally.

“You know, I don’t need you playing the hero around here. Peeves is always up to no good. I would have been pissed, but what can anyone do? Albus lets them stay instead of having them all cleansed out of here. It can be done. He just won’t.”

Severus looked him over and shook his head. “Prefect’s bathroom. It’s up the stairs closer to the Ravenclaw portrait. I’d go there to wash up if I were you. No one’s ever in there and the tub is as large as a swimming pool.” He paused. “I’m still not tutoring you though. I’m sorry, but… I just don’t feel like trying to explain potions. All you do is read the directions, add the ingredients and stir when the book tells you to. I honestly don’t see why anyone has issues.” He looked him over one last time before turning away to leave. “I’ll give you this week’s notes and homework. That should more than cover your little act of heroics.”

“Is that a bit of warming up I sense?”

He gave a brilliant smile...only to jump when he felt something moving on his head. A tiny fish flopped off his head, and he took his wand and sent it back out toward the lake. Spells like this came naturally to him. He had a sort of...natural magic. But actual spells and potions were in question. He could do things he couldn’t understand and it scared the Minister of Magic.

“I appreciate even the small bit of notes, Severus. It means a lot. No one...not the other teachers, not the other students have been willing to help me. Unless you count Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall. They’re all...afraid of me.”

#fantastic-wizards

"You have no friends Severus. Why wouldn't you have time? Are you afraid of getting close to someone? Are you afraid of..."

He shook his head.

"Or are you afraid of me? That you might end up stuck with my own affliction."

The affliction of the doors, as Dumbledore called it. To pass between worlds willey nilley without ever finding a home.