#> ruby; 001

[rwbyrg]

Reason Why Rosegarden is Canon: #001

When geeking out over weapons of Beacon students back in V1E2, Ruby makes comments about two different students that directly link to important character foils for her arc.

The first is a kid with a collapsible staff that she makes heart eyes towards (aka Oscar)...

and the second is a female student that carries a fire sword (aka Cinder).

[safaksoy]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: Safiye's backyard; a tea party for two 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: closed for @ophaeliacs | Ruby

Hair messily fishtail braided and thrown behind her, Safiye shuffled around the backyard, carefully tidying edges of napkins and pressing pleats in the tablecloth. She had spared no expense in her latest tea party occasion. She had even dressed up for the occasion and chose a selection of dresses for her companion. (Options one, two, three) She couldn't decide on one, so she decided to give her the luxury of deciding herself. In such a short span, she had grown so very fond of her friend Ruby. Ruby was kind and patient with her, and always eager to teach, which spoke to Safiye in so many ways. The tea sandwiches and pastries were all perfectly lined along the tiered china, and just waiting for their pairing—the perfect teas, which was always Ruby's task and share of providing. When the doorbell rang, Safiye's heart fluttered in joy.

"Ruby!" she chimed in greeting her friend, immediately embracing her and guiding her to the backyard. "It's been so long since the last time we did this," she pouted, as she gestured toward the dresses she had hung-up on a room divider. "I thought since it's been a few months, it makes this one more special. It was hard to see which one suit you best—since I thought you'd look good in any of them—so I figured you could try them on for yourself!" If there wasn't something she liked, Safiye had decided earlier that it was completely in the realm of possibility that she could call a stylist to immediately bring a new spread over. It was entirely atypical for Safiye to appear this giddy to see a friend. But she had been truly looking forward to it for the past month. Transitioning into her new job had been smooth but not without its hiccups, and she had been long overdue for an opportunity at self-care.

[damianesco]

x. status -> closed for @ophaeliacs x. location -> honey bee tea

Damian’s not a tea guy. He is, however, a coward — and cowards, as many well know, hide from their problems and/or awkward social situations instead of confronting them. Which is how he finds himself hurriedly making his way inside of the first shop that makes sense out of some of his students’ sight — they had spotted him a couple blocks back, and had tried calling out about two or three times before fully following him in an attempt to get Damian to respond.

He quickly moves away from the window, crouching down behind a table, waiting for the group of them to pass by and give up. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy a good conversation with one or two of his students out in the wild — but when they’re in packs like that, they tend to get far too comfortable with him, and Damian tries to keep a modicum of professionalism in his workplace so that he can be as absolutely idiotic everywhere else.

His eyes are narrowed intently as he watches different people pass by when he realizes the shop is quiet. Blinking, he turns over toward the counter and spots someone behind it, and is suddenly very aware of how ridiculous he must look. “Ah,” he laughs awkwardly. “Hi.” He gestures around the shop. “This is a nice little spot. Cozy.” He should probably stand — and yet, he doesn’t.

[compellingthought]

💐 [ EMMA ] liked for a starter

"A wooden stake?" Lillian asked, incredulous, "Well, I won't say it's new but it's a throwback. I like it, it's retro." she mused, "I haven't had someone try and kill me with a wooden stake to the heart since 1969." it had been an odd encounter. It was one that had taken place over a decade before Lillian turning over a new leaf.

The attacker had wound up dead, of course, but Lillian was smart enough to sense that this was not something that was likely to help if she brought it up. Instead she decided to ask the obvious question, "So... why...? Did you want to kill me again?"

@amazoniis

[dutyworn]

@rubiesintherough said: ❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜ ( lillianna )

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Wren lowers herself to a crouch in front of the girl, in a slow, gentle manner. It’s hard to pinpoint her age; she looks like she could be over eighteen, but something in her demeanour makes her seem much younger, much more innocent... regardless of the words she’s speaking.

❝ That’s kind of you, but I’m pretty good at looking after myself. Got a whole team to back me up, as well, ❞    she tells the girl, softly.    ❝ Now, are you hurt? Would you mind if did a quick medical scan, with my omnitool? ❞    They’re on the lower wards of the Citadel, in an alleyway, far from the usual commerce. It’s dangerous, here.

❝ My name is Wren Shepard. I’m with the Alliance. ❞    Technically not. Technically she’s been assumed dead and vaguely defamed. Technically she’s with Cerberus, but she is never going to say that;  she’s never going to be with Cerberus  in any way of aligning with their values. Her Spectre status has been reinstated, so she could lead with that, but with a fellow human... Alliance seems like it could inspire more confidence. & it’s not untrue completely, either; while she’s not operating on an Alliance ship at the moment, Admiral Hackett keeps forwarding work for her, and that has to count for something.    ❝ Can you tell me your name? ❞    What she wants to inquire is who is afraid of this girl, and why.

[bloodbovnd]

starter for Jacob ( @frvmedens​ )

There was an awkward long silence in her streaming room. She felt like she could practically hear her thoughts echoing through the room as more and more messages arrived with a loud pinging sound declaring its arrival. Her livestream had turned into a Q&A, apparently, and it had all begun with blood on a tree she’d discovered a few days ago and a silhouette, only visible for two frames before disappearing. She’d only ever acknowledged the silhouette while cutting the video and finding the two ominous frames, clearly portraying something. Ruby nodded at the screen while reading all the various messages. While adjusting her position, she simply answered with a smile before continuing, “yeah, no, no I’m fine. It’s not my blood. I’m being careful, don’t worry guys. Some deer probably just ran straight into the tree and hurt itself.” A lame excuse to divert the attention from her own hand and the cut she’d hidden behind a band-aid. And what about the silhouette? Ruby froze. Her viewers had asked for the past few days, though some claimed it to be just a joke she’d pulled for attention. As if she needed to pull dirty tricks. 

No, she couldn’t recall ever seeing the silhouette herself. Like a ghost they’d appeared only to disappear again. “I’ll check on you guys tomorrow, k? As much as I’d like to chit chat, I’m sadly on a mission this evening.” Closing the stream, Ruby quickly turned around to inhale deeply, trying to calm her nerves. For some reason she couldn’t get that (non) encounter out of her head, wanted to look behind the mystery, all while trying to find out, if somebody had just pranked her in some way. 

Leaving her home with hurried steps she made her way towards university. Ruby had agreed to interview a few students about the latest murders around and in Forks, also hoping to find out herself, to feed her own curiosity. Arriving at around 7 PM, most of the students were out of their dorms, playing games with one another and having a good time. There was one in particular she hadn’t really noticed before, but suddenly couldn’t look away from. “You seem to be new here or didn’t I just never notice you before? I have a few friends here, can’t believe I’ve passed you a couple of times and just didn’t notice.” He looked like nothing she’d ever seen before. To describe it in her terms: like a walking beauty filter. 

“I’m actually here to ask students about the ongoing murders. Would you like to participate?” she held out her phone, peeling a bit of her band-aid off as it scraped over it. “Please?”

[emptyrule]

as the saying goes, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. or crush them within your palms because you hate lemonade and make a different drink. it's the message that matters: when in a situation, one makes the best of it.

so truly, she cannot be faulted for this.

how Morgan ended up handcuffed to a far-too energetic girl clad in red was too long of a story (and headache) to go over but it is the situation the faerie has found herself in this afternoon. it would be nothing to crush the cuffs. with her strength fully returned, the metal would bend and turn to dust in an instant. the same could be said if she yanked just hard enough. yet that posed two problems. one, the girl most likely would end up with a broken wrist or her hand completely severed in the process. and two, it was...amusing to see her flounder about for a key that's been lost within the last twenty minutes.

" You don't know what you're doing, do you?" a mental note to never again let someone entertain her with some cheap magic trick is taken as a soft sigh is exhaled, her free hand resting curled against her hip.

@petalbursting

[reliberated]

finding herself back in this city was certainly the last thing Blake expected but anything deeper comes to a screeching halt when golden eyes narrow in on mismatched ones. the second she had set her hand on that doorknob, something told the faunus that she wouldn't like what was beyond the door to her new residence. a feeling that proved to be right when Blake narrowly dodged a knife hurled in her direction, embedding itself into the doorframe.

in the exact spot where her neck had been seconds prior.

" Neopolitan." is all she says, body tensed, ready to spring into action if need be. Blake would rather avoid any fighting, given that she's hardly had any time to wrap her mind around going from falling to this. but this woman wanted Ruby dead and that was more than enough to put any of her previous worries to the side for a moment.

@sweetretribution

[drdemeaning]

@rapxir

❝ Ruby! ❞ The good Doctor walked over to her with his normal wide footed stance, an electric grin on his face. ❝ Come in! I have just had a breakthrough. ❞ His excitement was clear on his face, rubbing his hands together for that bit of warmth that always seemed to flee his digits.

[fidelissimi-moved]

she gets so many mixed feelings seeing sam. sometimes she rolls her eyes and thinks, “wow what a huge dork”. other times she crosses her arms and gets pissed that it seems her existence has been all but forgotten when it’s convenient for him. then there’s those times she just wants to take him and his brother and slam their heads together because there’s no harder surface than the skull of dean winchester. but she’s just… tired. tired of not knowing what to do with him, what to say to him, how to feel about him. it’s driving her a little insane…

[ashvvilliams]

ASH WAS PRETTY SURE THEIR cheeks were still a cherry red. "sorry," they mumbled, "i just ... didn't mean to get so snappish. you were only trying to be kind." they sat down at the tiny table, looking like it was taken from their grandmothers sitting room back in oxford. back then, though it mostly had been a soul-crushing and heartbreaking experience, ash could remember silently sitting next to their grandmother, stirring the tiny, golden spoon in the delicately painted cup. it was a moment of calm for ash, where they had a chance to take a breath and relax for once. there was a quiet pause, silence thick and heavy between them. ash decided to swallow their pride and actually accept the offer for what it was. kindness from another person. "i'd love to try the earl grey, if that is still on the table."

‘have  to  lower’  was  an  interesting  choice  of  description.  they  themself  didn't  think  that  it  would  come  across  like  that;  a  flush  of  embarrassment  followed.  oh,  please,  ruby,  get  it  together,  you  own  this  place  now!  “no!  no.  you're  fine.  i  didn't  take  it  that  way.”  and  that  much  was  the  truth.  ruby  understood  the  embarrassment  and,  honestly,  shared  in  it.  however  gruff  the  tone,  ruby  had  been  just  as  gruff  when  things  were  more  difficult.  and  that  wasn't  even  to  say  they  were  easy  now.  “if  you  just  want  me  to  yap  all  day  about  teas,  i  can  do  that  too.” 

a  beat.  they  turned  towards  them.  “honestly,  i  didn't  realise  it  could  sound  like  a  handout.  i  get  super  excited  about  giving  things  away.  not  a  great  business  model  either.”  it  was  far  too  often,  perhaps,  that  they  not  only  offered  sales,  but  freebies.  they  didn't  want  there  to  be  a  gate  between  someone  who  wanted  to  experience  this  for  themself  and  the  pocketbook.  “we  can  also  start  up  a  tab.  though  then  i'd  have  to  call  it  the  honey  bee  bar.”  offering  some  kind  of  a  joke,  however  ridiculous  it  sounded  once  it  was  out  in  the  air.  they  didn't  want  to  chase  them  off.  “or  you  can  pick  one  to  try.  one  bag.”  that  also  seemed  like  less  of  a  hand-out  and  more  of  a  ‘regular  offer’  in  their  perspective.

[nomadjones]

Dallas: I got nothing but respect for y'all. Dallas: I have one seven year old that keeps me on my toes, I don't know how you command a class full of kids. Dallas: High schoolers seem like more of a challenge rather than less. Dallas: I can do 9:30. Dallas: You want me to bring a bottle or are you stocked? @rubyraine-macmillon

ruby: How do you think I feel every day? ruby: Listen, us teachers are doing our best. ruby: Knew that'd get you interested 😛 ruby: uhm....like 9:30?

[fairszy]

# — oral ! 🕊️ (part two)

how : childe, neuvillette, kaveh, itto, + dottore give head ! find part one here ! ♡

disclaimers : you give neuvillette head too ! oh also he has two dicks. bottom!itto drabbles teehee !! medical play with dotto !

afab!reader, no pronouns used ! mdni 18+ ONLY ‼️

# 001 — CHILDE !

being in a sexual dynamic with childe was quite the wild card. things were always changing and the sex was never consistent — except for one thing.

ajax is obsessed with oral, he needs to give it to you even when you have no plans to have sex. he starts by trying to sweeten you up, kissing your neck and gently squeezing at your thighs until before you know it, his tongue is gliding against you.

he loves when you sit on his face, bright baby blue eyes watching your body intently while you use his face as your own personal object. he whimpers — whines pathetically under you. his cock is so hard it’s painful and leaking. his heart continues to race for you. ♡

— “more . . please — fuckin’ give me more.”

#002 — NEUVILLETTE !

the ludex is calm and collected . . unless it comes to you. usually, neuvillette was someone who always followed the rules, he’s the face of justice after all. due to his nature it was no suprise he attracted someone like you.

someone who was a rule breaker, someone who marched to the beat of their own drum. which is how he ended up with you under his desk, tongue licking all over the tip of his primary cock, hands happily stroking the secondary. the grip on his desk was intense as he listened to the conflict one of his dear assistants provided him with.

the longest ten minutes of his life went by before neuvillette was panting, chest heaving slightly as he motioned for you to come out from your hiding place. before you could even stand up properly you were shoved onto the same desk he just gripped his nails into. biting and nipping at your thighs he left sloppy desperate kisses against your hole. ♡

— “such a bold brat . . aren’t you ? my my . . a lesson you shall learn today, little étoile.”

#003 — KAVEH !

since he’s an artist, everything that kaveh does is meant to be an artistic expression. sometimes he doesn’t even realize it.

sometimes, kaveh will have you on the expensive 500,000 mora couch he has. he watches you struggle to stay still under his touch. he watches the way you drip onto said sofa in need. silently he drops to his knees, ruby eyes staring intently at your heat.

his tongue paints a beautiful and erotic picture. the architect takes his time gently running his tongue through every single fold and nerve he can find. his chest practically heaves when you grab his locks, shoving him in even further. ♡

— “fuck . . your taste — you’re so . . ethereal, my muse.”

#004 — ITTO !

big strong arms always keep you close. the oni treats you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever possessed. he would walk to the edge of the world and back if you told him to.

which is why him being the usual submissive in the bedroom was one of your favourite things. itto waited for every single order like a puppy eager to please it’s owner. the muzzle around his face made your much large boyfriend grunt in annoyance.

ittos face shoved right up to your cunt causing you to hiss from the feeling of the cold metal of the muzzle. itto had a problem with biting and marking you from head to toe, so you had to compromise. however he also just looked incredibly sexy while he whimpered — tilting his head in every way possible to get his tongue flat against your holes. sometimes he was successful! ♡

— “pleasepleaseplease !! come onnn sugar ~ just a little taste yeah? fuck . .”

#005 — DOTTORE !

the doctor is quite the tease when he’s not completely engrossed in his work. he wouldn’t ever admit it but you are one of his weaknesses.

so when you come to visit dottore during one of the periods where he’s completely locked himself in his laboratory it’s only a matter of seconds before your being lifted and spread against the cold metal lab table. all of his previous experiments had been disregarded as non important as his hands explored you.

silently he used black gloved fingers to poke and prod at the most delicate parts of you. sexual reactions was truly something dottore was interested in. he dips down, parting his lips to prod his tongue against you. he’s by no means gentle, using his razor sharp teeth to gently bite down on the skin. his free hands is taking messy notes on a clipboard. a skill he’d learned to do from each and every one of these meetings. ♡

— “interesting reactions . . every day i get closer to figuring out all your secrets, little dove.”

[liamalexanderr]

THEY MADE SOME INTRIGUING POINTS. no one was really at their full potential at a bar. much less a bar in weaver ridge. you came to get drunk and eat cheap food. the person in front of him seemed out of place in that way. the way being sober and every piece of clothing in perfect order. "you seem like you are a person with good judgement. what are you doing here ?" he waved at the bartender, motioning toward his glass to get another. liam shook his head, before drinking the rest of his now lukewarm beer. "nah, no need. i have something at home, i'm pretty sure." there were, in fact, several casseroles from both kitty and leonard taking up all the space in his fridge. "i'm still being rude, huh ? i'm liam."

“i  mean.  we're  at  a  bar.  or  pub.  or  both.  being  put  together  is  not  on  the  menu  here,  i  don't  think.”  although  ruby  became  hyper  -  aware  of  the  irony  of  that  statement,  considering  they  were  nowhere  near  inebriated,  and  their  jean  jacket  presented  some  kind  of  tidiness  or  something.  “you're  not  doing  anything  humiliating,  so.  i  don't  see  the  big  deal.”  and  it  wasn't  a  particular  characteristic  for  ruby  to  speak  as  though  they  knew  someone;  they  sometimes  felt  as  though  they  knew  hardly  anyone,  even  people  they've  met  several  times  before  or  would  consider  friends.  but  such  was  the  symptom. 

discussing  food  and  drink  was  almost  always  a  safe  zone.  it  was  no  wonder  ruby  retreated  to  it  first.  they  might  struggle  with  speaking  or  connecting,  but  they  did  understand  some  things.  “did  you  at  least  get  some  of  those  …  what  do  they  call  them,  the  chippy  special?  the  battered  fries?”  it  might  also  help  with  the  not  -  put  -  together  feeling.  but  they  didn't  say  that  yet.

[sugar-plum-writer]

"Jujutsu Lover~ OTOME GAME"

System: 001 [Part - 01] Loading 99%----> 100%! Loading Route! Character? Yan! Emperor Sukuna Love interest for Player- 3% [Be aware not to cross above 100% for your safety~] Best of Luck! [Player Death Rate- 100%] Difficulty- SSR** [Failing to clear will result in immediate death!] Warnings/Tags? [Slight!Violence; A Yan!Emperor Sukuna x Fem!Empress Reader; Isekai]Route Name?

[A Love As Cursed As Hell]

Good Luck player Y/n <3

Yan!Emperor Sukuna is ruthless, cold, brutal and calculating. A war maniac who conquered all the lands the gaze could fall upon- East to West and North to South. Amassed a fortune to rival anyone in 69 centuries future or past, with a harem of women known throughout the lands as- "Beauties From A 100 Lands".

He was a man who knew how to indulge himself, and you his official wife, "The Empress", more like possessed wife who took over this woman's body and having to deal with it the one and only Y/N.

Yan! Emperor Sukuna was very annoying, the court drama? Even more annoying. Bribes left and right, poisons given to take the throne, schemes from ministers, and having to deal with women throwing themselves at him like flies- trying to take over your position and be the Empress. Hell recently an assassin broke into your palace almost strangling you to death.

Sighing you sat with your legs crossed- chin resting on your palm- with a gaze deary enough to make sunshine seem like a funeral. The Syrup from sweets dripped down your fingers as you munched on them. "Fuck how did I end up like this!? SSR difficulty!? Who created this rigged game? Which ML such high difficulty!!", a loud groan echoed as you slammed your head on the table

"Fuck this shit!..-", standing up on your feet- you stepped out of the pagoda raising your middle finger screaming in frustration

"FUCK YOU!!!!! SUKUNA!!! MINISTERS!!! SUCK MY-"

"Suck your what?", a sly smirk tugged the mans lips

"Since when did the Empress start cursing like this? How interesting", Blood-red eyes gleaming like rubies looked into yours as a figure stood towering above you.

Your blood ran cold- sweat started forming on your skin dripping down your forehead, jaw clenching tight with your heart threatening to blow up to smithereens seeing the man in front of you

Yan!Emperor Sukuna

"F...Forgive me...I did not mean to your Majesty", you hurriedly kneeled on the ground- head bowed low trembling

"Hm...",

"How about this?" grinning he pulled your wrist towards him with a smirk- devouring the sweets from your hands- his warm tongue licking the remaining syrup from your delicate fingertips.

{Congrats Player Y/N for surviving event [First encounter!] Love interest for player? [3.5%]}

A notification popped in front of you but before you could do anything the following words caused you to freeze

"If you manage to do something to entertain me for 5 minutes I will let you live."

{Warning! System Warning! Unexpected turn of Event! (Special mission assigned to Player Y/n!) [Survive for 5 minutes to gain reward- Wild Card!]}

Hey all~ as I said Otome Series is here~ I will do Toji, Sukuna, Gojo and Geto for now! (Nanami is hidden route) if you like it please follow or ask in comments to tag you to know if you all want more! Feel free to check out my Masterlist which has all my work! This the the first one in the Otome Game series!

[hawkinshorror94]

The Star and the Thief

Astarion Acunin (Royal AU) (Not Ascended)

I didn't proofread any of this and I will more than likely go back and edit this because I feel like my brain was sloughing off like hot wax while I wrote it. And it didn't come out as nearly as nice as it could have. The next chapter will be spicy, just kidding it will be absolute filthy debauchery.

Warnings: Knifes, some tomfoolery with knives and a certain vampire shoving his fingers where they do not belong.

                                “I don’t need another friend

                                When most of them I can barely keep up with

                                Them perfectly able to hold my own hand

                                But I still can’t kiss my own neck”

001: Larcener

Tav must have been driven to madness as she made her way into the Vampire Lord’s home. The house was dark despite the shining sun outside, fitting for a vampire after all. Her boots were quiet against the lush red carpet, the few candlelight sconces lighting her path. An office, surely there was something valuable there, she shifts through the darkness doing her best to squint in the darkness, if only she had remembered a scroll of Darkvision. 

Her hands landed on a large bag of silver coins and in a bottom drawer a brooch. Holding it close to her face showed that it was one of ornate design, set in real gold a sparkling ruby shining even in the darkness. It was expensive, she tucked the items in her bag and made for the window she had snuck in through. As she stuck her first leg though she felt a large hand close around the back of her neck. She tried flailing hoping whatever had her would let go. If she could get into the sun she would be safe. The hand hauled her back through the open window as a silver sword hit her throat. 

“You’ve robbed the wrong person today.” The man was burly with a scar over his left eye, he held her easily as he shoved her into a well lit living area. Another man grabbed her free arm tightly, she tried to free herself but they held fast, one even kicked her in the back of the knee nearly sending her to the floor.

“Now who would try to steal from my home?” The voice sounded like velvet as the vampire lord stepped into the room, he carried with him an authority and power. It made Tav squirm under his gaze, he wore an elegant velvet and gold shirt and his hair looked like fresh fallen snow. “What’s your name girl?” He asked looking at her with a smirk, one of the guards smashed his elbow into her ribs.

“Tav, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” He smirked as he strode across to her, bending down till he was eye level with her. Ruby eyes met her crystalline ones and he smiled, his fangs bared as he did. 

“Oh, darling, you're not sorry, yet.” He snatched the stolen items from the guard looking at the coins and then the brooch. He tsked, looking at her frantic eyes as they raked over him. “A light handed thief, I see. I could have forgiven the coins, but the brooch, it’s rather important to me and what were you going to do with it. Sell it for a few meals.” He touched her boney cheek with a feather light finger, one that felt like ice touching her skin. 

“My sister is very sick, we have no parents and no money.” Tav squeaked as he ran a finger down her neck, along her pulsepoint before grasping her chin in between his fingers. His gaze commanded silence and she felt entranced as she looked at the man. 

“Shut up.” He said coolly drawing a dagger to her throat, it bit into her skin drawing crimson liquid that made his pupils blow wide in euphoria. 

“Please, I’ll do anything.” She whimpered as he pressed harder into her throat, he stopped just for a second. He looked up at her again, this time a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Oh sweet, you shouldn’t say things you won’t do.” He ran the blade of his dagger along her bottom lip pulling it out slightly and watching it go back into place. “Anything?” He asked her again, taking her chin in his hold again. 

“Yes sir, I don’t want to die.” She stammered, he smirked, circling her in the guards arms. Taking in her appearance, clear eyes, clear skin, rich black hair, a curvy body.

“I need a companion. A man like me goes through them pretty quickly. I tire of them or I kill them. But you're awfully pretty and I’d hate to waste an opportunity.  Plus, stealing from me like that was awfully bold and despite myself, I admire that.” He circled back around to her face, looking her in the eyes, looking for resignation in her eyes, a hint of doubt. “You’ll be my shadow, you stand on my arm at balls and business deals. You’ll keep that pretty little mouth shut unless I ask you to open it of course.” His smirk was wide as he touched her mouth again, this time sliding his fingers past her lips pressing against the flat of her tongue, she gagged and he laughed. “You’ll warm my bed of course and one day you might even bare my children. And of course you’ll let me feed on you whenever I please.” 

Tav looked at the man with wild eyes. This couldn’t be real life, she had to be dreaming, the taste of his fingers on her tongue said otherwise. The guard elbowed her again, expecting an answer for this master.

“I’ll do it. If you send doctors for my sister and take her somewheres safe.” She spoke firmly and with conviction, she would die if he wouldn’t help her. 

“I like you pet,” The vampire laughed tapping her nose “You get caught stealing from me and you’re making demands? I’ll do it, because I want you, sweet.” His voice sent a shiver down her spine “Let’s seal this deal with a kiss?” He smirked as her dark brows furrowed, looking at his mouth before her eyes trailed up to his eyes. 

She tensed as his fangs breached the soft skin of her throat, icy and cold, feeling his tongue lave against her neck. It all made her head spin and when he leaned away with her blood on his mouth, she felt sick, he leaned closer this time to her ear whispering,

“You’re mine now, thief”