#Dracula fan fiction

[lauralot89]

Quincey Morris is Voting

And So Can You

Author's Note: Before the 2020 election, I wrote the Captain America voting PSA. This is its spiritual successor.

“My dear American friend Quincey Morris.” Dracula leaned in the doorway, smiling so widely that it seemed to split his face in two. “How wonderful to see you on this fine morning in this, the year of your Lord 2024.”

“It’s three in the morning.” Quincey rubbed at his eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t open fire, the way you were leaning on the doorbell. What in the hell do you want?”

Dracula’s smile twisted into an equally exaggerated scowl. “I thought Southerners were famed for their hospitality.”

“I’m so sorry.” Jonathan could scarcely bring himself to meet Quincey’s eyes. “He demanded I drive him over at once, and when I refused, he started banging pots together.”

“Lord almighty.” Quincey did not move to let either of them in. “Are you four hundred years old or four, Fangs?”

“It has come to my attention,” said Dracula, his tone fractionally colder, “that your US of A is to have an election on the fifth of November. Is this accurate?”

Quincey turned his full attention to Jonathan in lieu of answering. “Couldn’t he have googled this?”

“He wants to make sure you’re voting.”

“What? Why?”

“My good friend Jonathan Harker has a most annoying habit of watching the news,” Dracula cut in. His eyes tracked over Quincey’s body, still filling the doorway, as if calculating some way to dart around him and into the apartment. “He says he wants to be informed of world events, as if such things matter more than enjoying my company.” Here he paused, scoffing, apparently awaiting Quincey’s commiseration. When it did not come, Dracula sighed. “As of late, these programs speak much of this election. I want that discoloured man to lose. He is far too smug.”

“Too smug?” Quincey echoed.

Dracula, it seemed, did not hear his sarcasm. “Only I am allowed to be so self-assured, as I am actually superior. As such, you must vote.”

“You know I’m from Texas, right? I reckon it ain’t turning blue anytime soon, gerrymandered as it is.”

“I have no interest in colours or salamanders. Every vote counts.” Here, Dracula slapped Jonathan’s shoulder, startling the solicitor out of his standing doze. “My friend, tell him of the requirements.”

With a sigh, Jonathan began to read from his phone. “The deadline to register to vote in Texas is October seventh. If you aren’t sure of your registration status, you can go to Vote.org to check.”

“If you are not registered,” Dracula cut in, “then your Texas has no online registration, and you have missed the deadlines in person and by mail. In that unfortunate circumstance, Jonathan will have to hack into the United States and add your registration.”

“That isn’t how anything works,” Jonathan protested.

“I will not take excuses,” Dracula said. “With the world wide web, anything is possible. Especially since I am rich. Now continue, my friend.”

Jonathan rubbed his free hand at his forehead. “Since you won’t be in the country on Election Day, you qualify for an absentee ballot. USA.gov has information about absentee ballots and how to receive them.”

“If you were in the United States but working on Election Day,” Dracula added, “USA.gov lists if early voting is an option in your state, and tells where you can go to find early voting locations in your area.”

“Fascinating.” Quincey rubbed his eyes again. “I already filled out my ballot and mailed it in. Can I go back to bed now? I have guests. If they aren’t still scared shitless from you pushing on the doorbell in the middle of the night, they’re probably drifting off and I don’t want to wake them again when I get back in the bed.”

“May we join?” Dracula asked.

“No,” Quincey said.

“Why not?”

“Because I hate you,” Quincey said. “My condolences on your life with this jackass in it, Harker.”

With that he closed the door and went back to his bed where Arthur, Lucy, and Jack waited, content in the knowledge that he’d both done his part against fascism and also annoyed a vampire. It almost made up for being rudely awakened at three in the morning.

“I dislike that man,” Dracula said, staring at the closed door. “When we speak next, I’m going to say something unpleasant about the Alamo. Texans still cry about that, don’t they?”

“I’m going home.” Jonathan turned, starting off down the apartment complex’s hallway. “And Mina and I have decided that you’re spending the rest of the week sleeping on the couch.”

“The world is so cruel,” Dracula muttered, following after him.

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[anyataylorjoys]

VAN HELSING —2004, written by Stephen Sommers

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs 2

Pt I I Pt III

Alucard x you

Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D

TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k

Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉

The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right. 

There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with Adrian. 

Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs. 

Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks. 

From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.

Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.  

The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood. 

Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves. 

I choked back a gasp.

“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.

“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.

“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating…” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.

“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”

A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul. 

I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions. 

Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home. 

“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable. 

No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me. 

The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.

Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear, 

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”

Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me.” 

He clamped tighter.

”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie. 

“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.

“You’re hurting me, Adrian!” 

Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back. 

“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.” 

He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins. 

A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.

Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine. 

He was hungry.

With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs. 

The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame. 

Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster. 

Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.

And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.

Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat. 

“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?” 

His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.

“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it. 

How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”

There was a sharp intake of breath. 

“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back. 

Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”

At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy. 

Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.” 

Danger, danger.

A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food. 

A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this. 

Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more. 

He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.

It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved. 

Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.

Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against my pussy. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.

Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian. 

Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously. 

“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.

A sacred river spawned between my legs. 

Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands. 

“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion. 

”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”  

His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging his engorged member in. 

“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall. 

“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.

My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be. 

Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey. 

Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.

I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.

Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood. 

“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.

My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust. 

We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.

Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation. 

“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”

“Or I won’t let you cum.” An order.

He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.

“Good. Hands on the wall.” 

Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.

I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.

Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground. 

I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”

“You like it when I’m rough with you, baby? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear. 

I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire. 

I was so close.

Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence. 

We were so close. 

He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better. 

Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.

“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing. 

I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him. 

Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.

There was no turning back now.

I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me. 

My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why. 

Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more. 

And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value. 

Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free. 

My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.

Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…

—

I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness. 

I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…

Where was I? 

I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and

…algid was my skin. 

I was in a coffin.  

Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?

Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves. 

Where was Adrian?

A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames. 

The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices. 

I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries. 

Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…

I was so, so hungry. 

My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress. 

Futile efforts indeed. 

“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.

Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?

I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame. 

“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.

I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold. 

The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.

Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.

That chaise…it was ours. 

Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around. 

Our armoire, our settee, our desk. 

Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.

Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over. 

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

I choked on my tears. 

“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”

They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.

How long had I been asleep for?

“No, no, no…”  I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back. 

It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again. 

I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel  — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian. 

With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me. 

There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans. 

What have I done?

Pt I I Pt III

[desireangel]

Honey & Venom Masterlist

Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

summary: In exchange for an escape from his death, the curse upon Aemond had seemed an easy price to pay for an eternal life of strength and power. But when the time comes for his debt to be collected and a mysterious illness sends you to the doorstep of the reclusive and fearsome Lord of Harrenhal's century-old castle, Aemond is faced with the other half of his soul and the agonising realisation that perhaps the cost of his salvation will also become his downfall.

warnings: MDNI - Strictly 18+ ONLY. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Blood, sex and horror. Gore. Heavy smut. This is set centuries after the Dance of Dragons: some deviations from canon. Dark!Aemond. Aemond and Alys are psychos together.

Dividers: @cafekitsune @bernardsbendystraws

▻ prologue ▻ chapter one

[victusinveritas]

I know this has been passed around before, but here it is again. It's worth a read, too.

[everlastingauthor]

๋ ࣭ ⭑Dracule Mihawk With A Vampire Partner

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⤷Tags: GN Vampire Reader, Dracule Mihawk, One Piece, Romance, & Gore From The Reader

• Mihawk is a man with a taste for gothic things so having a vampire spouse was a the cherry on top for him. He absolutely adores you and would do anything to protect you. When he met you it was because he came across your coffin on a ship that he had cut down. A black coffin with a large golden cross on it and chains securing it. Usually Mihawk didn't raide pirate ships, but this interested him. So when he slashed the chains open and removed the lid there you laid and when you opened your red eyes, he thought he would be met with an attack but no you were scared and curious, Mihawk brought you back to his castle and he took great care of you. Teaching you about new world, cooking for you, gave you your own room, and spoiled you. Mihawk made you feel safe so you clung to him and he didn't mind that ond bit, eventually you two ended up dating it was Mihawk would made the first move. ♥︎♥︎♥︎

• He knows that you need to feed so whenever he kills someone he'll drain their blood and bring it back to you, his fridge is stocked with blood bags for you. He doesn't mind if you feed from him. If anything her prefers that you sink your fangs into him then anyone else. He won't admit but one time he got jealous when Sanji let you drink his blood when the two of you ran into the Strawhats. He almost killed Sanji for getting a bit too comfortable afterwards with you. Mihawk learned a lot about blood drinking from you, how a person's blood could taste different depending on their emotions. He now knows not to bring back blood that taste bitter or too sweet. You told Mihawk that his blood taste like a fine wine.

• Whenever you are with Mihawk especially when the sun is out, he'll carry the large black umbrella that he bought you. Making sure the sun doesn't burn your skin. He doesn't mind carrying it, especially since it let's people know that he belongs to you and that you belong to him. Sometimes Mihawk wished the sun wouldn't kill you because he would love to take you out during the day but you found some ways to go to shady places. Whenever Mihawk is engaged in a duel, you'll stand there with your umbrella and cheer him on.

• Mihawk thinks your bat form is adorable, your other vampire abilities are amazing to him. But your bat abilities he finds adorable especially since you can fit in the inside of his coat pocket, whenever you are in there he'll feed you food and rub your head, he thinks it's funny when you bite his finger and lick the blood. Mihawk sometimes will watch you fly at night, seeing you fly among the stars whether in bat or human form. He thinks that you look like an angel, a vampire angel that should be worshipped.

• Mihawk knows that your temper was not one to be messed with, he remembered how you brutally slaughtered a group of pirates. Ripping their organs and flesh from them even when tried to run away you chased them down and didn't stop until they were all nothing but unorganized mess, this was all because these men laid a hand on Mihawk. Mihawk found it attractive watching you rip a part these men, this also eased his worries about you traveling with him. Now that he knows you could defend himself, he maybe a little explanation on his boat, your coffin on boat where in the mornings when you both sail you can be protected and sleep in there.

• Your Gothic clothing is beautiful he tries to find you outfits or accessories you'll like. He even got you a cross necklace similar to his, and seeing you wear it makes him feel proud knowing that when you wear it that you are his. Mihawk eventually got you a large black sunhat since in the mornings you don't feel like being in the coffin, he made sure there was a second seat for you to sit down.

• Due to Mihawk being the greatest swordsman known for his skills and you being a vampire, the two of you became a legendary team known as Vampiric Birds. People assume that you ate a devil fruit which is why you are a vampire, maybe it's true maybe it's not. But you never tell people how or if you were born a vampire. Not even Mihawk knows and he doesn't pressure you for an answer.

• Mihawk adores spending time with you whether it's farming, drinking wine, sailing, dancing, or making dinner. He's always looking at you, admiring your undead beauty how many years you lived and many more years you'll live. And maybe he wants to live those years with you, some people assumed he was a vampire so maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to ask you to turn him into one..... Right?

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[theholmwoodfoundation]

"I am having a f***ing mental breakdown, I’m stuck travelling with a woman claiming to be possessed by a ghost."

Artwork by @fiotrethewey

[backtothefanfiction]

Okay… so insert your chosen favourite vampire… but, hear me out….

Imagine you fell in love a long time ago. Whoever was a vampire first turned the other because you are just so in love with each other. However as the years go on, you still love each other but gods are you fed up of being stuck together because eternity really means eternity and now you have become the oldest most grumpiest married couple there ever was. You love each other but you bicker like crazy because after all these years you just know each other too well and everything is predictable. Suddenly that idea of eternity together is looking worse and worse. So how do you spice things up? Oh I don’t know, maybe by seeing other people. Maybe sabotaging each others lives. Maybe even trying to kill each other even though you are both well matched ability wise and it’s a real challenge.

However one day it goes a bit too far. One of you actually does almost die and the regret and realisation of how close you actually came to parting reminds you how much you do love each other and don’t actually want to part with one another, so you agree to a truce and have a few blissful years together again like the good old days. Every 60-100 years or so the cycle repeats.

[chthonic-cassandra]

@peachpulpeuse tagged me in this meme which is a very silly one for me to do because it ends up as basically a poll of your favorite Dracula characters, but sure!

(In descending order of frequency tagged in my fic, and using the names as they appear in the canonical ao3 tags, both choices because they are funnier.)

Tagging, if they want to do it: @kareenvorbarra @child-of-hurin @forthegothicheroine @goblins-riddles-or-frocks @poorshadowspaintedqueens

[wickedfix]

666 likes on the Last Belmont - hell yeah, brutha

[lauralot89]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), Dracula & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Brides of Dracula/Dracula Characters: Dracula, Jonathan Harker, Brides of Dracula Additional Tags: One-Sided Dracula/Jonathan Harker, Memories, Flashbacks, Vampire Turning, Blood Drinking, Stabbing, Decapitation, Blood, Spoilers, Hallucinations, Ashes, Time Weirdness, As in the story jumps around in time all over the place Summary:

I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

Dracula dies.

[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!)

[draculathedansemacabre]

Oh, why not.

One more playlist for today:

Our Quincey Morris Playlist.

[lovelikehomicide]

The Ghosts in the Castle

I've started playing around with a Young Dracula fan fiction idea that explores Robin's mental space following the season two finale. I'm also interested in the possibility of a small-town mythos forming in Stokely, what with the family moving away right before Ingrid started draining the local livestock (and eventually the locals). The Count was implied to have at least tried to keep a low profile.

Please let me know what you think.

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My best friend, Vlad, and his family were killed two months ago.  

Mum and dad told us, the morning after it happened, that the family had packed up in the middle of the night and moved away.  

‘Why?’ Chloe had asked.  

Dad shrugged. ‘Maybe immigration troubles, or tax evasion,’ he wrinkled his nose, like the words carried an odour, ‘or a family emergency. Who can say? We didn’t know them that well, all things considered. Anything could have been going on behind those giant doors.’ He turned to me with a pitying smile and laid his heavy, far too hot hand on my shoulder. ‘I’m sure Vlad will reach out once things have settled.’  

Vlad wouldn’t reach out. I knew it then and I know it now. Just like I know, despite what my mother would have everyone believe, that I was at the castle that night.  

What I don’t know is what happened there—but I have theories. Absence is a presence in and of itself, after all.  

I’m full of holes. Pieces of myself were sliced out that night and have since gone missing. Chloe explained the concept of repressed memories and advised me not to try and dig them out, as the brain is good at playing tricks on itself. She believes me, but she’s also heard the rumours, and she’s trepidatious of how they might influence me.  

When you repeat something enough, it becomes fact. Let enough time pass and the story, the reconstruction, and the memory will all bleed into one, never able to be completely disentangled. Everyone has those memories, the ones of things that happened when you were a child, constructed entirely from stories told one too many times at family get-togethers or while reminiscing over tea. Or maybe it isn’t a story, but a photograph that you’ve been glancing at for years, until you start to remember the day it was taken. False memories, Chloe called them. They’re what happen when you let other people convince you of what you should remember.  

Sometimes my dreams feel like drafts sweeping through those holes. Not quite memories, but not normal dreams, either. Something born from corrupted images, discarded thoughts and forgotten conversations. Unlike Chloe, I don’t believe the barrier between our thoughts and objective reality is exactly definitive. It’s more like a gradient. Reality, our perception of it, what we remember afterwards—it's all a matter of cognition. That is to say, I know that just because I think something that doesn’t mean it happened, but if I dream it enough, I’m afraid it’ll become real.  

I have theories, which are built around the things I know for sure. Something happened that night, which my brain considers traumatic. This event either relates to things that had happened before, or was severe enough to have a ripple effect, tearing holes into memories spanning the past year. Memories pertaining to Vlad. The event preceded, included, or followed the death of Vlad and his entire family.  

These are the things Chloe and I have agreed on. We are also in agreement that our parents must know something about what happened, but they have chosen to lie to us. They insist I was with them at a party that night. I would remember that.  

I try not to listen to the rumours, but that’s impossible when it’s seemingly all anyone wants to talk about.  

The Count family died Friday night. Ingrid was young, and pretty, and well-known among the locals. Well-liked, they claim, and such tragedies are so romantic.  

There were rumours by Saturday afternoon. 

Saturday night, something went sculking around old Jenkin’s farm and drained all the blood from one of the sheep. It stood upright, Jenkin’s son told the papers, though it didn’t walk so much as float. It was ethereal, with its billowing cloak and the single pale hand it used to beckon the sheep, luring it away as if in some trance. He didn’t dare approach it.  

By Monday, everyone had their own versions of what was going on.  

[darkuniverseofmonsterandmen]

Dark Universe: Of Monsters and Men : Chapter 12 - Oxford

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53968159/chapters/160037824

Following the events of "The Wolfman", a newly infected Inspector Aberline struggles to cope with the reality of his curse with Gwen Conliffe's help; all while trying to juggle his duties as Chief Inspector the other 29 days of the month. But can he truly keep his affliction secret? More importantly, can he protect London from the influx of dark forces that lurk in the shadows? Especially whilst battling the monster inside of him? This is a fan-series based on the scrapped Dark Universe concept.

[everlastingauthor]

⋆.˚ ★— Dating These OP Characters

ᯓ★ Author's Note: Please do not re-upload my work or feed it to ai, if you wish to translate my work and upload please get my permission first and credit me that's all I ask for, please remember to stay hydrated, take your vitamins and medicine, and remember you are loved.

ᯓ★ Tags: Romance, Angst, Comedy, GN Reader, One Piece, & Fluff

ᯓ★ Characters: Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, & Nico Robin

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• He spoils you. Nothing is too good for his desert rose; he'll buy you anything you want, no matter the price. Sometimes he'll take you shopping just so he can see what stores to buy you so that you'll never have to pay for what you want. He doesn't like the idea of you working, why would you work if he can give you everything?

• He's a busy man, but he'll do his best to make time for you, so he won't tolerate his agents asking stupid questions or doing anything that will make a meeting long or late; he's also not a fan of his agents trying to talk or get to know you. He believes that no one in his business should talking with you, and if they try to even touch or flirt with you, let's just say that agent won't be at the next meeting.

• He thinks you look cute in his coat when you two go on walks. Mostly so Crocodile can clear his head, especially after a stressful day. The two of you will hold hands and walk somewhere quiet. When it gets cold he'll drape his large coat over you. He thinks that you look so cute in the coat, he won't say it but now even on walks he'll put his coat on you, it's like letting those around him know you are taken.

• He's surprised that when he escaped the Impel prison, that you waited for him. You didn't date, have flings, or do anything romantic or sexual with anyone. You truly waited for him to track you down. He almost wanted to cry when you told him that you would wait for him even in old age you would, now the first thing he was going to buy you was a diamond ring.

• He met you through Shanks, you were a medic of the Redhead pirates. Mihawk slowly courted you like a gentleman and when you agreed to go out with him, he was delighted. He loves to get you flowers and take you out to dinner every Monday and Saturday. He'll take you to the finest restaurants, he won't take you anywhere cheap especially if the fine is cheap.

• He won't admit it, but he likes it when you watch him train; you'll sit there either reading or doing your hobby while he's training. He was surprised when you asked him to teach you how to use a sword; you explained that you were only good with a gun and hand-to-hand combat, but you wanted to learn how to use a sword. He was slightly worried since he didn't want to be rough on you. But he saw the determination in your eyes so he agreed to train you, maybe he found it a bit romantic.

• He's a gentle lover, you'll know when Mihawk is in the mood because he'll come up behind you. He'll place his hands on your hips and kiss your shoulder and up to your neck. He'll wait till he knows you are also in the mood. If you are hoping for Mihawk to be a rough lover, he can be if you ask him permission just be prepared not to walk for some time.

• Mihawk loves peace and quiet, but when Zoro or Perona are around it doesn't feel right. He thinks of the two as his children so he has no issue with them being there but something still doesn't feel right, maybe he misses waking up to you in his bed whenever you spent the night, helping him with farming, watching him scold Perona and Zoro, and maybe complimenting his cooking. After a lot of thinking and a certain dream, he made a choice. Next time you come to visit he was going to greet you with a diamond ring.

• Buggy was surprised when you agreed to date him; you were Crocodile's PA (Personal Assistant). Buggy would always hear Crocodile warn you about being around Buggy. But you didn't care what your boss said. You loved seeing Buggy perform, he loved hearing your giggles at his jokes or clapping whenever he performed. So when you asked him out, he thought it was a joke. He even laughed, but he saw you were serious; he let out a proud laugh because you loved him and because Crocodile now owed him 20 thousand berries.

• He'll always make you laugh especially when you are sad or mad at him. Whenever you are crying, Buggy will perform or make jokes to see you laugh; he'll bring you delicious food from his circus or even a stuffed prize. If you are mad at him, he'll detach his hands and tickle you while making jokes, he'll tell you how cute you look when you laugh. He'll stop tickling you when you threaten to bite his hands.

• He tries to convince you to be his personal assistant to ditch Crocodile, but you tell him that you can't since Crocodile kinda saved your life and gave you an extremely well-paying job. Buggy pouted, understood, he just hates that you have to spend most of your time at Crocodile's beck and call. But whenever you got your vacation days you would always spend your time with Buggy and making him feel like the bombastic clown he is.

• He loves when you are part of his performances, to join in on the entertainment. He'll even paint your face a bit to give it that lovely clown look, Buggy taught you how to throw knives and try tight rope walking. Just seeing you want to be part of his performances always smiling and laughing, he wanted to see that for the rest of his life. So let's just say the next thing Buggy plans to steal is a diamond ring.

• You love your boyfriend even though he could be an idiot sometimes. But what did you expect when you agreed to date him and join his crew. Shanks knew you loved to travel, so he, of course, took you with him. He's quite protective of you and wanted to make sure that even part of his crew that you knew how to defend yourself so he taught you how to use a gun and sword. He'll sometimes tease you and call you a sexy bandit. He'll even make lewd jokes when he challenges you to a sword fight saying whoever wins gets to be on top tonight, maybe he's joking or maybe he's not.

• If you don't drink, that's completely fine, and Shanks respects that. But if you do drink, you are his favorite person to drink with. Sometimes, you and him will sneak away to cuddle and drink; whenever Shanks is drunk, he'll bury his face in your chest and mutter about how lovely you are. Sometimes he'll tell you that one day he's going to marry you and have a family with you.

• Rest in peace to the dirtbag who dares touch you or wounds you. You always used to seeing Shanks goofy grin but whenever someone touches you or injuries you in front of Shanks. It's like if the sky got dark, there's a chill in the air, and there's no mercy. Just Shanks cold face and eyes as he pulls out his sword and makes sure that the person who touches you learns their lesson and if they injury you well they'll never injury you or nothing person again.

• Marriage, it was the first thing Shanks thought when he opened up that chest of gold and saw a diamond ring sitting there among the other golden things. He didn't care for the items in the chest, he let his men have it as he swiped up the diamond ring. He thought of many ways of how he'll propose to you and hope that you'll say yes.

• Robin was scared when she started to date you, the fear of losing you or her past catching up with her and putting you in danger. She even tried to break up with you, but you put your foot down and let Robin know that you aren't going anywhere. That you would fight for your guys' relationship. This made her tear up and made her realize that she would also fight for your guys' relationship, that no matter what she would fight by your side and for this relationship.

• Bedroom activities are interesting especially with Robin's devil fruit abilities. She'll make sure that you are well taken care of and make sure you are comfortable. She won't judge you for what you like in the bedroom, and even do her research beforehand so she can get a better understanding of your kinks.

• Robin will chuckle whenever she sees you getting jealous, for example, whenever Sanji is calling Robin his sweet Robin or flirting with her. She can see how you huff and get jealous. Whenever you try to walk over to deck Sanji in his nose, Robin will give you a kiss on the cheek and let you know that no one is going to take her away from you. But Robin has also had her jealous moments whenever someone flirts with you, Robin will purposely use her devil fruit abilities to mess with the person.

• When looking in a store with Chopper, Robin was looking at the jewelry. She was mostly looking at the rings all the different gems and sizes, Chopper noticed this and asked her does she plan on buying one, Robin smile and looked at the little reindeer and told him that she does but he needed to keep a secret since she plans on popping the question during dinner when she takes you out to eat.

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