As a newborn vampire, you still have a lot to learn ― fortunately, someone is very happy to teach.
“Step number one: pick your prey.”
➤ Taehyung x Reader | Vampire!AU
➤ You will find: light angst, smut
➤ Beware of: explicit gore, violence, mentions of death, blood play
➤ Word count: 13,437
Author’s note: Welcome to my very first fanfic here on tumblr! I have a certain weekness towards these supernatural AUs, and this work is one that truly marked my days back in my old persona haha
This has been edited and adapted to Bangtan. Every piece of feedback is deeply appreciated. Thank you for giving my story a try >.<
Under the heavy raindrops of a decaying city, the raven sky of dawn crawled away slowly, giving its place to a kind morning semblance, a pale shade of pink that originated in the horizon. The streets found themselves in the transitory state between the ebullient sibilation of night encounters and the gradual awakening of a mundane day, utterly relinquished beneath the consolidated ashen clouds.
Despite all that, not every aspect of that stationary instant was permeated by peace. Somewhere amidst the grey buildings and endless traces of monochromatic asphalt, a reticent scream was muffled in trepidation and fear; eyes blown wide in absolute panic. The man’s fingers were already faithlessly gripping to the asperous brick wall behind him, clothes bathed in the deepest of cardinal as he merely watched, impassive and hopeless, as his life was drained from him, dripping down his figure and accumulating in deep, ruby puddles around his trembling feet.
She could hear a strong, booming pulse around her, a frantic heartbeat that fought to keep living on as it echoed inside her skull, reverberating in her chaotic thoughts and sending waves of heat through her ecstatic body. It was not her own, and the woman had no idea who it belonged to. In fact, there was no reasonable facts within her that could call her back to the perceptions of reality, for in that dark alley, the beast was absolutely overtook by an unknown euphoria, moved by the most absolute carnality of her existence. The amative, enticing aroma of blood involved her very personality in an embrace of sadism, engendering her to carve her canines even deeper inside the stranger’s bloody flesh.
Under the heavy raindrops of a decaying city, she could feel everything.
shoutout to all the chubby and fat pans! y’all are fucking awesome and I love all of you! know that y’all are so fucking breathtaking, and anyone who disagrees is missing out on how beautiful and wonderful you are and how much love and beauty you have to offer! rock on with your kickass selves!
THIS MULTICHAPTER MASTERPIECE BY@pterodactylichexameter There’s a lot of nessian in it but it’s all Nesta’s POV and deals with her character, arc, and relationship development so, so beautifully. If ACOWAR is anything like this I will die a thousand deaths and count myself blessed for every one of them. Like seriously, if you love Nesta/Nessian in any way shape or form and you haven’t read this you’re doing it wrong.
AND ALSO THIS WHICH I’VE NEVER EVER RECOVERED FROM AND NEVER WILL BY@valamerys in which Nesta is Made as an Illyrian and grows her wings. and it’s like….legit dude I read this thing literal months ago and I still remember chunks from it to this day because it’s just…..stunningly written and beautifully in character, and perfectly Nesta and SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ALL GO READ RIGHT NOW. okay I’m done.
Summary: People always told you that loving someone can hurt just as much as it can heal. You never believed it. And then you met Dean Winchester…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Haley (OFC, briefly), John Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (briefly)
Word count: 5621 (I know, I know. But I hope it’s worth it…)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Very light smut. Some language. Mentions of abduction, blood, tortures and death (nothing graphic).
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @frickfracklesackles 1000 follower celebration challenge. Natalie, congratulations on your incredible milestone and thank you for letting me participate and for being so patient with me, I had a great time planning this fic.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out plenty of things about this.
Now about the story: My trope was “feisty strangers to lovers”. The storyline starts two years before season 1 (when Dean is 24 years old and the reader 22) and it follows the timeline of the show through flashbacks that are included in italics. The entire fic is loosely based on Ed Sheeran’s Photograph (I am so in love with this song tbh)
I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
photo albums were scattered around the floor, old photographs thrown here and
there, creased and torn and faded. Empty whiskey bottles littered the corners
of the dark room and fast-food wrappers stained the carpet but you didn’t care.
Dean would have minded.
it was again, that annoying little voice in the back of your mind that wouldn’t shut up. You could hear it
every time you drank a little too much, every time you got a little too
reckless, every time a guy tried to flirt with you, not knowing that it was
pointless because your heart belonged to someone else already.
of the times you were able to shake it off, tune the voice out, and reach for
another bottle of Jack Daniels but today that was physically impossible. The
hunt had drained all the energy you had left and the memories of Dean were far too
many and far too painful to just go away.
Why do old dudes have to be creepy? I tell this guy his total, $131, and he says "for that much money you should come home with me". I'm like ha ha, obviously uncomfortable. "I don't see a ring on that finger... Hmmm...." I gave him his receipt and got the fuck out. Like whyyyyyy. And the ring thing happens quite frequently.
The ring thing pisses me off. We just celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary. Never had wedding rings. Too expensive and I lose shit. But I’m still married. I don’t need a tag to tell anyone that. Fucking disgusting old men shouldn’t need what basically equates to a label that says “mine not yours” in order to not be creepy scuzzballs. -Abby