Oliver Aiku Fanart Novels & Stories

Lucian smirk. “I have been starving for a while now, mate. And that’s all you can give me?”. Oliver said, taking control of lucian. “Luc-lucian it’s just an apology kiss ok? Let's not go far!”. Ava said, trembling slightly as she backed away from him. Oliver smirks, taking a dominant step towards her as she falls into the bed. “Do you know I also go by the name “Oliver”? Anytime I call you mate you can call me Oliver! Ok baby?”.

If anyone found out, they would surely look down upon her. Oliver made a soft sound of acknowledgment and turned to walk downstairs. As Flora passed through the garden towards the backyard, she saw Oliver floating in the swimming pool, resembling a fish swimming lazily. In the morning light, his strong and slender body exuded a seductive charm, except for the ominous blue dragon tattoo on his back, which inspired fear in anyone who saw it.

His sharp eyes immediately noticed the canvas in her arms. "What’s that?" he asked, his voice casual but his eyes anything but. "One of the artists gave it to me," Olivia said, setting it down on the table. "It’s a gift." Victor’s expression darkens as he unwrapped the canvas. It was a portrait of Olivia, painted with complex detail. Her likeness was stunning, but the intensity in the painted version’s eyes made Victor’s heart paused. "Who painted this?" he asked, his voice low. "Aaron," Olivia replied, unaware to the storm rising within Victor.

"See? We're a team." A quiet ache settled in my chest, but I swallowed hard and forced a steady smile onto my face. There was no fourth figure on the paper. In Oliver's world, our family was complete with just the three of us. "It's beautiful, buddy," I said softly. "It's the best picture you've ever drawn." "Can we put it on the fridge?" Oliver asked, jumping up and down. "Right in the middle," I said. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the refrigerator. I grabbed a small magnet shaped like a sunflower and pressed Oliver's drawing against the door.

I noticed that they were bent over as they looked at Olivia's phone and I wondered what they were looking at. I slowed down my steps as I approached them and when I got closer, I discovered that they were staring at old photos. "Here," Olivia said as she pointed to a picture where a child, who was in a school uniform and looked to be in his early teens, was visibly upset, "is when Oliver didn't want to go to school because he said that the girls would fill his desk with love letters again since it was Valentines day." She let out a soft chuckle. "He was so terrified of girls back then."

"My what?" I chuckled. "You know, your big, hot Ak 47." "You're so naughty charmer, and fortunately for you, I love girls that are naughty; the naughty, the better." "You're in luck, honey; should I show you how naughty I can be?" "Please, do show me." I threw off the covers and said, "Here, honey, do you think this will do?." Oliver looked at me without talking, pretending he was lost in his thought. In a jiffy, he slapped my ass, then pulled open my legs.

He figured that his capable beta could handle the rowdier boys, so he began a different mission. Oliver was the youngest shifter born one day after the new moon, much to Ambrose’s chagrin. The pup was the meekest of all three and often the target of Ludwig’s bullying. From the day he was born, he was different even in appearance, resembling a little bit of Ambrose and Richard the most. He had Ambrose's fair skin and blue eyes but Richard’s shade of ash brown hair. The pup was a little slow on the uptake, but he was extremely kind-hearted and gentle to everyone, including the prey he was tasked to hunt. Richard related the most with Oliver as they were rather similar in many ways. He tried to

OLIVIA JUNE They stood tall near our table, hands shoved into their pockets. The one in the middle locked eyes with me, his perfect smile revealing a set of white teeth that seemed to glint maliciously. 'Damn it, Olivia, your boyfriend is sitting next to you for crying out loud.' Their bodies were well-built and muscular. The girl on the left sneered. "Look at this. Look who we have here." "It seems what we did to your young sister wasn't enough, huh?" the guy beside the middle one mocked.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Oliver “Alright, everyone, we have a special visitor today,” Narissa claps her hands together, capturing everyone's attention. “I want you all on your best behaviour, and maybe you can learn something from our guest. I stand at the side of the old arena, waiting for my announcement. There are men and women of all ages, as young as 16 and as old as 50, if not older.