#one**

of course sapphy >_<

another monster one! this is fun

creating clothes was your passion, and many people called it your gift. being a designer, and a good one, has gotten you many places, and helped you meet many people. ─ what you weren't expecting, was for your passion to bring you to a man, who, well, was the type of person people made movies and wrote books about.

"ow. you did that on purpose."

"i would never," you pulled back the needle and smiled at him, "you simply moved after i told you not to."

vil narrowed his eyes, and if you were anyone else, perhaps more sensible, you'd be terrified. (as anyone would be, standing in front of a man who was stronger and faster than you, who could sink his teeth in you and suck you dry of all your blood.) but you weren't anyone else, you were you, and you've made clothes for him more times than you can count. a job was a job to you, regardless of the... person.

"perhaps you should be more careful with who you poke with that needle of yours." a threat ─ an empty one you've come to learn.

"oh please," you scoffed, looking up at him with a challenge in your eyes. he met them for only a moment before glancing away, and if he could, you're sure he'd be blushing. "then you would have to find someone who wouldn't run for the hills and order you dead, and we know how that will go." ─ you flashed a smile, one full of tease,─ "you keep me around because you need me. so you'll just have to deal with being poked."

he scoffed in return, and yet you could tell there was no heat, no annoyance, veiled in his tone when he spoke, "you are well aware that's not the only reason, liebling."

of course you knew, his fondness towards you was no secret. ─ he's offered you riches, protection, everything you may desire, if only to get you to stay with him. (you don't know why it was you he was so fond of, perhaps it had to do with your lack of fear in him. because you didn't run and tell anyone who may listen about the vampire on the hill. you, who didn't rush to run a stake through his chest.)

"and my answer, my lord," (you were brave, he learned, fore you did not hesitate to tease), "is still no." you pulled the needle away one last time, mumbling a quiet done as you tucked it away with the others, attatched to your hip.

he turned to you, taller and imposing, and yet you still did not cower when his hand rested on your face and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"must you be such a tease?" he sighed, and you giggled.

he scoffed, leaning his face close to yours when you still did not back away. "i won't give up." ─ you know.

in modern au's, ty lee makes earrings out of random tiny things and sells them online; but she doesn't like wearing jewellery so she uses mai as the model.

the first time she asked, it was before they were dating and she thought mai would say no, but mai was like okay "okay." and then patiently spent 20 minutes posing.

they end up finally admitting their feelings for eachother after ty lee makes a pair of sword earrings, with a chain on one that attaches to the top of the ear and dark red beads. and when she sees them on mai, ty lee goes through several shades of gay panic before blurting out an incredibly awed "you're gorgeous"

she ends up giving them to mai because how could she not?? and mai wears them as often as she can.