#Dracula Fanfiction

[ibrithir-was-here]

Blood of My Blood: Lu

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[bluecatwriter]

For the kiss writing prompts - 41

Thanks for the prompt, I really enjoyed writing this! Since you didn't specify a ship I decided it was going to be Jonathan/Mina. :D

(Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a kiss.)

(All kiss ficlets here.)

41. A kiss... because the world is saved.

Mina watched as Jonathan stood shakily, framed by scraps of cloud and stars in the sudden darkness. Seward and Arthur had taken Quincey's lifeless body from his arms, but she could not see them or Van Helsing, as if the swirling snow had engulfed them. In this moment there was only Jonathan— a moment ago a white-hot avenging angel, now teary-eyed and trembling. Her Jonathan.

A great swell of feeling, bigger than the sea and fiercer than the winds that mowed down forests, broke inside her. He could not be real, it could not be over so soon, this must be some delirious vampiric dream, he would melt in the wind— no, she must believe he was there. She needed him, she needed him more than she had all those weary days apart in the summer, more than when she wed him, more than when he enfolded her as her mouth was full of the devil's blood. She needed—

Then he was here, in her arms, and he was real. His mouth was real, pressed against hers with devouring force, his arms were real, locked around her so hard it hurt, his body was real under her hands as she grasped at his shoulders, his neck, his hair, as if gathering scraps from blowing away in the wind. She could not come up for air, not when she needed to feel her lips against every part of his face, the freezing pink skin of his nose and ears, her body pressed against him through the cruel layers of clothing keeping them apart. They would never be apart again, she swore— she would burrow inside him and make her home in his ribcage, curled around his heart like a dragon guarding its hoard. 

We won, the thought came to her, breaking over her like a wave. We won, she thought again deliberately, feeling her mind breathing fresh air again for the first time in weeks. We won…

She kissed him again, tears flowing freely even as relief bubbled up like golden light inside her. In the blaze of their love, she thought, it was a wonder that the snow didn't melt around them. 

[hattiecursedsigh]

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[cant-say-tomorrow-day]

guys hear me out HEAR ME OUT...

Dracula, but it's Smosh...

Dracula: Damien! Spookiest guy, vibes fit the best, and could probably do the most accurate accent if he chose to. Oh and there's also that recent Games video where he bites Keith, so... he has an audition tape.

Renfield: Tommy; my vision for this is that he plays him like he plays Mental Illness... "Helloooooo Dr. Seward, it is me, your mental patient! I am going to eat a rat now and you are going to watch! Teeheehee!"

Jonathan Harker: Shayne would be really great for this, honestly. I think he'd be able to play into the creeping fear slow descent into terror incredibly well. He makes the best bewildered expressions too.

Mina Harker: Courtney, and not just because of Shayne's role. They would kick some serious ass as Mina, I think seeing her as an investigative character who can put all the pieces together would be really cool.

Lucy Westenra: Amanda would get a kick out of three guys proposing to her, c'mon. Plus I think she would make the role really campy and play into the damsel aspects in such a silly way, it'd be so fun to see.

Arthur Holmwood: I want to say Trevor for this, mostly because he's always so fantastic in the Gentleman videos and I think he'd play up the aristocracy part of the character really well if we're going for a more comedic tone, which I think we are considering it's Smosh.

Dr. Jon Seward: Maybe a weird pick, but I want to see Angela for this. I just love the idea of her playing someone very practical and level-headed, and then getting more and more confused as the story goes on and shit just keeps getting crazier and more fucked up. She also has great chemistry with both Tommy and Angela.

Quincey Morris: Spencer would be perfect, honestly. We've seen him do a southern accent a few times and it's always golden. I also think his sassiness and wit would really make the part stand out.

Van Helsing: I'm actually really stuck on this one. Damian would be perfect, if he wasn't already playing Dracula. So apart from that, my gut is actually telling me Anthony. I think that he has the right visual aesthetic for it, I think he'd have fun playing someone so cooky.

[scarlet-came-back-wrong]

Reading Dracula fanfiction from the 2000s is a wild ride sometimes. Vlad III hangs out with Tod from Elisabeth. Seward cucks Henry Wotton and Arthur marries Marian Halcombe. Dracula and Lucy split the Crew between their respective harems. There is a retelling from Dracula POV written by a fourteen year old that is miles better than The Dracula Tape by Fred Saberhagen, the published book with a similar premise. Erik and Christine are also here somehow (and both are vampires, of course).

[fattummyt]

Cover art WIP for an old Dracula fan fiction of mine titled Nicked! Here's the summary:

An accident has left you with a harmless wound from Dracula's fangs. Ancient texts state that the bite from a vampire's fang has the ability to send humans into an extremely aroused state... but what about a nick?

Read it here!

I've been studying the art style of former Castlevania Netflix artist @/TenderMiasma to create this cover and I'm oooooobsessed with her work!

[nocturnalnella]

Alright, so I get the impression you definitely do not write requests, or at least don't plan to in this moment.

BUT I wanted to propose an idea for a Drac oneshot that you might like. Perhaps you could incorporate it as a sort of separate thing to your main story that is connected to it? Idk it doesn't matter.

Let's envision it... reader is sitting by the fireplace, reading or just generally being busy, she's got a small but irritating scab on her thigh or something because the dry air of winter isn't agreeing much with her skin. Dracula doesn't say ANYTHING when he notices her unconsciously picking at it. Because he knows if she peels it, he gets to lap it up. What a freak, right?

I feel so normal about this 🤗

Notes : It’s short but I did not know how far you wanted it to go 🩸

Warnings : blood play, violence ( sexual context )

Words : 315

Pairing : Dracula x Female reader

A Flickering Flame.

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Y/N sat cozied up by the fireplace, the warm glow of the flames dancing across her face as she turned the pages of her book. She had been meaning to get back to it for days, but the dry air of winter had been playing havoc with her skin. A small, pesky scab on her thigh had been driving her mad, and she found herself constantly picking at it, trying to scratch the itch.

As she read, her fingers absently reached down to probe the tender skin, her nails grazing the scab. Her eyes never wavered from the page, but her hand moved involuntarily, a habit she was powerless to break.

Dracula stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. He had been watching her for some time, studying her as she read, her face aglow in the firelight. His gaze drifted down to her thigh, where her fingers continued to pick at the scab.

He couldn't help but smile to himself as he recalled the countless times he'd seen women like her, driven mad by the simplest things. The way she was so lost in her book, oblivious to his presence, was almost...amusing.

And that scab on her thigh? A little present just waiting to be unwrapped.

Without making a sound, he glided closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached out to gently graze the scab with his fangs. Y/N's eyes flickered up to his face, startled, as she felt a shiver run down her spine.

For a moment, they locked gazes, and Dracula's eyes flashed with hunger. Then, with a swift, gentle bite, he sank his fangs into the tender skin of her thigh.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She tried to pull away, but Dracula's grip was gentle, his hold firm. As he drank from her wound, his eyes never left hers, drinking in the sight of her as if it was the only thing that mattered.

"Oh," she breathed, feeling a strange sense of abandon wash over her. "Oh, God."

Dracula's response was low and husky, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please. Don't be dramatic. It's just a little snack."

As he drank on, his eyes never left hers, and Y/N felt herself melting under his gaze. She was lost in the depths of his eyes, drowning in the hunger that burned within them.

But for now, it was enough that he had taken what he wanted. Enough that he had claimed her as his own, if only for a moment. As he lifted his head, his fangs retracted, and he smiled at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Thank you," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "That was lovely."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She was still trying to process what had just happened when Dracula vanished into thin air, leaving her sitting alone by the fireplace, her thigh throbbing with a strange new pain.

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[nathanolsenart]

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[aster-blogging-dracula]

Reading BlueCatWriter's Dracula along with Dracula Daily

Ok so I've been meaning to read all of @bluecatwriter 's wonderful Dracula hc fics in order for a long time but I never have time to get with it so I decided to read it along with Dracula Daily this year.

If anyone else wants to do the same, here are the dates (or aproximante dates*) for each fic. (idk if someone has done this already but oh well) (BlueCat if you read this feel free to correct me if i got any date wrong)

*(Since there's 2 pre-canon fics and 2 days of may before dd, i'm setting those fics on those dates. Dates of undated fics are also adjusted to not overlap with date of other fics)

*(The order during the varna stay is a bit wacky since the book gets pretty vague for 2 weeks there but I tried to adjust it as well as possible.)

1-A picnic in may. May 1st 2-Home before you know it. May 2nd 3-I too can love. May 16th 4-Three letters. May 19th 5-The prisioner. May 28th 6-Tonight is mine. June 29th 7-Stay awake. August 14th 8-In sickness and in health. August 24th 9-Full of vague fear. August 24th 10-A golden afternoon. August 31st 11-A doctor’s confidence. September 2nd 12-I come to my friend when he call. September 2nd 13-Blood she must have. September 7th 14-After the transfusion. September 7th or 8th 15-Sleeping beauty. September 10th 16-The wolf in the window. September 17th 17-Sympathy. September 18th 18-Things will be different. September 19th 19-My only son. September 19th 20-Come, my husband. September 29th 21-These others. September 29th 22-Lucy’s second death. September 29th 23-How good and thoughtful. September 29th 24-Brandy, bath, and beadtime. September 30th or October 1st (preferably the former since the dd entry is slightly shorter that day) 25-A pale orphan. October 2nd 26-You will not call in vain. Between September 30th and October 11th?? 27-Renfield’s death. October 3rd 28-Safe for one more moment. October 3rd 29-A week in varna. Between October 15th and October 27th? 30-Waiting. Between October 17th and October 27th? 31-Hungry. Between October 17th and October 27th? 32-Judge moneybag. Between October 15th and October 27th? 33-How i miss my phonograph. October 24th 34-Mem. get recipe for mina. Between October 15th and October 27th? 35-Farewell, sweet friends. October 30th 36-Starlight on the sereth. October 31st 37-Step into the light. Between October 15th? and November 6th (if reading in one sitting wait until november 6th)

38- Love multiplying. November 7th onward

Omg guys it's may already I'm so exited for this. This year I know I will be up do date with everything even tho I'm busy with my End of Degree Project because the dracula fixation i caught last year is a part of my life now I have been planning this so long guys.

[yallemagne]

Jonathan receives a summons calling him away to someplace unfamiliar, and Mina eagerly rushes him out the door for the opportunities such an adventure poses. He's unsure, and this time guided by experience, something in his gut telling him this is too soon, he isn't ready. He'll never be ready.

All this stress for something so frivolous as a camping trip?

[enbylestat]

Mina's Diary

Chapters: 64/64 Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jonathan Harker/Mina Murray Harker, Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra, Jonathan Harker/Quincey Morris, Mina Murray Harker/Quincey Morris, Arthur Holmwood/Quincey Morris/John Seward, John Seward/Abraham Van Helsing, R.M. Renfield & John Seward, Mina Murray Harker & John Seward, Arthur Holmwood/Quincey Morris/John Seward/Lucy Westenra, Mina Murray Harker & Lucy Westenra, Dracula & Lucy Westenra, Dracula & Mina Murray Harker, Dracula & Jonathan Harker Characters: Mina Murray Harker, Jonathan Harker, Lucy Westenra (Dracula), Lucy Westenra's Mother, Sister Agatha (Dracula), John Seward, Arthur Holmwood, R.M. Renfield, Quincey Morris, Abraham Van Helsing, Dracula Additional Tags: Inspired by Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), Book compliant, Bisexuality, Period Typical Attitudes, 1890s, Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, Slow Burn, Epistolary, POV Multiple, Historical Accuracy, polycule, Polyamory, Threesome - F/F/M, (in the emotional sense), Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Racism, Internalized Biphobia, Internalized Misogyny, Gothic, Horror, Dreams and Nightmares, References to Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), South Asian Mina, Rape Recovery, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape Aftermath, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Blood Drinking, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Vampires, Minor Character Death, POV Alternating, Character Death Series: Part 1 of Accounts of Carpathian Vampire Summary: Inspired by Re: Dracula and Dracula Daily, a semi-weekly updated fan fiction from mostly Mina's perspective. Exploring themes of found family, heroism, love, relationships, perspective, slaying the monster whilst fighting your own and more… (now completed!)

[ibrithir-was-here]

Blood of My Blood: The Fall

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[bluecatwriter]

Two different people requested "Write a kiss… out of anger" for Jonathan/Mina! This is set a few days after the October 3rd attack. It's also a lot more PG-13 than the other kiss ficlets I've written because, y'know, JonMina are just like that.

(Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a kiss.)

(All kiss ficlets here)

CW: Mild self-harm, mention of past assault, non-explicit rough sex

A kiss… out of anger

Mina flinched away from her reflection in the mirror— she had just come over to grab a comb, but she could hardly bear to look at herself, even in the tiny mirror of the vanity in their room at the asylum. The mark on her forehead was alarmingly red, even though it didn't hurt unless she or Jonathan touched it directly. Seeing it there made her feel like she was staring at someone else, as if her limbs were not in the places she expected them to be. She grabbed the comb and quickly turned away.

"Do you need help?" Jonathan asked. They were both in their night-clothes, and Jonathan sat cross-legged on the edge of their bed, his kukri knife gleaming on the nightstand beside him. 

"I'm just combing my hair," Mina snapped. 

Jonathan was not one to flinch, but she knew him well enough to see that her tone had stung him. The past few days, she hadn't seemed to be able to control the sound of her voice— it came out harsh and snappish, no matter how much she tried to moderate it. Especially when she and Jonathan were alone. She gulped, feeling guilt choking her like a knot in her throat. "Thank you for offering," she said, hoping that her words would make up for it.

Jonathan smiled at her— the small, weary, brave smile that had been on his face all too often lately. Mina still felt like neither of them would ever truly smile again. Her whole self, body and mind, were a gaping wound. The adrenaline of the first three days after her attack had worn off, and now they were both just exhausted in every way.

She turned her back to him. Sitting in a chair and placing the comb on her lap, she began to unpin her hair, letting the coarse curls fall to her shoulders. Although she couldn't properly brush her hair unless it was wet, she could untangle it somewhat, and she set to work on the loose ends with the comb, gripping her hair tightly above the comb's merciless teeth to lessen the pull on her scalp.

The comb ran smoothly over the first few bunches of hair, but on the fourth draw, it snagged on a tangle. Mina knew that she should work through it patiently, that it would come undone with some coaxing, but she just wanted to go to bed. She gritted her teeth and jerked the comb through the tangle, tearing through the hair. She couldn't stifle the little gasp of pain.

She heard Jonathan's feet hit the floor, as if he had jumped up, but she stubbornly kept her back to him.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Mina bit her lip and ripped the comb through the tangle again, feeling stabs of pain in her scalp. "I'm fine." Another drag of the comb, another pain so sharp it felt like needles pushed into her skin. She exhaled, loosening her grip on her hair and pulling the comb hard into the tangle again. (The pain was familiar where the monster had gripped her, but this time it was herself, she was in control…)

Jonathan's voice took on a warning edge. "You're hurting yourself."

The tangle was ripped out, but she grabbed another handful of hair and found another to push the comb into. Hot pain flared across her head. "I'm just combing my hair."

Jonathan was right behind her now, his hand touching her shoulder. "Mina—"

"Let me be!" she snarled, flinching away from him.

For a moment, thick silence hung over the room. Mina had folded over herself, still gripping the comb stuck in her hair, her heart beating hard. She kept waiting for her shell to crack, for her to break down crying and beg his forgiveness, as she would have done in the past. But she felt as if she was encased in a layer of bronze, unmoved by his concern. It frightened her, this hardness, and yet she could not let go of its grip any more than she could let go of the comb.

Jonathan had circled to stand in front of her, and now he knelt. His movements were all gentleness, but his voice was firm. "I will not let you be if that means you will harm yourself."

She squeezed her free hand into a fist, pressing it onto her lap, still unable to meet her husband's eyes. Her skin felt flushed, her knuckles growing white. "I am not a child in need of a nursemaid to comb my hair."

The silence grew heavier. She could detect no specific change in Jonathan's unmoving body, but some sort of sixth sense told her that he had tensed, and she felt his emotions gathering like a storm. Her heart beat harder.

When he spoke, his voice was like stone. "I will not stand idly by and watch you tear at yourself like this." 

She raised her head suddenly, finally letting go of the comb, which dangled in her hair. "If I'm such an errant child, command me to stop."

His eyes were pale in the dim light, and only the slight working of his jaw betrayed his frustration. "I will never command you to do anything. Only entreat."

Hot tears welled up in her eyes. Oh no, Mina, we must not tell you of our plans. It's safer this way. Your nerves couldn't handle it… "You have entreated me enough lately."

He flinched as if she'd slapped him. "I will apologize a thousand times more if it would help."

"It won't," she snapped, turning away from his gaze. She felt a heat rising in her— twin forces in her breast, one horrified that she could be cruel to him, one burning with the triumph of releasing the anger built up inside. Where was her compassion, her modesty, her concern for her own husband? He had already apologized, several times. Was this the poison of the monster's blood, seeping ever deeper into her flesh— but it so, why did it feel so exhilarating? "If I am to be treated as a child, I would rather it be under direct orders, rather than benevolent concern for my well-being."

"Mina, please—"

She stood abruptly, wrenching the comb from her hair, which sent such a spike of pain along her scalp that her tears escaped her eyes, running down her cheeks.

"Mina!" Jonathan cried, grabbing her arm. The comb dropped from her hand and she found herself collapsing against him, thumping both fists against his chest as a sob wrenched out of her throat. 

His arms collapsed around her, and she raised her head and slammed her lips against his.

Hot blood seeped into her mouth— was her lip split, or was his? It didn't matter. She moved on pure instinct, anger and desire becoming indistinguishable as she clawed her fingers into his back, fighting to pull herself closer to him. His arms were iron bands tugging her closer as she devoured his mouth, both of them gasping and unable to come up for air. She dragged him toward the bed, their legs bumping clumsily, and she fell back on it, pulling him down on top of her. Her blood was hot, every nerve straining with desire. She loosed her lips from his just long enough to order him, "Ravish me." He obeyed without hesitation, his hands icy against her feverish skin as he pushed her further onto the bed and rucked up both their night-gowns.

Sometimes when they made love, Mina felt that they were blended into one being. This time, it felt different— she could feel the lines of her own body, sharp and steady. Her mouth against his jaw, the rasp of his cheek, the friction of her sweaty body against him, her fingernails clawed into his back. 

Moments of sickening memory flitted over her, remembering how the monster had invaded her mind and her mouth, blending them together, how even now her mind was not safe from his interference. She closed herself against those thoughts, focused on Jonathan, encouraging him with ever more desperate, "Harder. Harder." Her lungs gulped in the cold air, her heartbeat thundering in her chest, her senses filled with the smell and sound and taste of the man who loved her. 

Caught up in the moment, she could almost believe that the past had been some dim nightmare. This— this was real. She squeezed her eyes shut and let her tears fall freely.

When they had both ridden out the wave of their climax, they sank deeper onto the bed, Jonathan's weight fully pressed against her. She felt their breaths heaving against each other through their chests, and smoothed her palms along Jonathan's back, feeling the indents of her nails in his skin. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and let out a sigh.

For a long time they lay like that, Mina staring up at the ceiling and savoring Jonathan's weight on her. Then in a small voice, she said, "I'm sorry."

Jonathan squeezed her, now gentle. "You do not need forgiveness. I do."

She ran her fingers into his hair, feeling the silky texture. She couldn't quite piece together words right now, but perhaps she didn't need to.

At last, Jonathan rolled off her, leaving her feeling weightless, as if a breeze could blow her away. Her kissed her lips softly and asked, "May I brush your hair for you?"

Mina nodded, pulling the blanket around her as she sat up. Lock by lock, Jonathan's gentle hands untangled her hair. 

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[sanguivorestorytime]

❣️If you’re in search of sweeter fare, I have a new Beauty and the Beast-inspired Dracula fanfic on AO3. This will likely become spicy later on.❣️

[lauralot89]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dracula/Abraham Van Helsing Characters: Dracula, Abraham Van Helsing Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, I'd like to apologize to Epicurus and also Henry Sidgwick, Nudity, mentioned child death, Implied/Referenced Mental Illness, implied/referenced eating disorder, Deception, Lies, Hair-pulling, Hair Braiding Summary:

Ethereal, Van Helsing remembered thinking when first he met Dracula. Otherworldly.

If only he’d known then how apt such words truly were.

Or: the one where Van Helsing braids Dracula's hair.

A fic inspired by @bluecatwriter‘s brilliant A Roaring Fire.

[esta-elavaris]

On AO3 here 🖤

The library that Vladislaus led her into looked straight from a gothic novel. Then again, given that this room predated gothic novels, it was probably a good source of inspiration for many of those early authors. Trailing behind him, she took it all in – the heavy velvet drapes, the ornately carved and upholstered furniture, the impossible high walls, all bursting with books, and tried to imagine its history. Scores of well-to-do guests, giggling over glasses of the very best spirits, committing details of the room to memory so they could squirrel them into their works when they next returned to their writing desks.           However much she was staring at the room, the Count continued to stare at her. Whether he knew she felt his gaze or not, it remained fixed on her as she took it in, but he had the sort of confidence oozing off of him that made her suspect even if she stared back, his gaze wouldn’t waver. And, surprisingly, it didn’t make her uncomfortable, so she continued her own staring. “The things these walls must’ve seen,” she murmured, taking it all in. He led her to the sitting area by yet another giant hearth, taking up the dark leather armchair opposite the cushy red, high-backed two-seater she sank into. “Most of which you’ll soon know about well enough,” he said. “If you don’t already.”