#Dracula fanfic

[kinsey3furry300]

Lest anyone think that our Obsession with “Dracula Daily” shitposts is a new, or uniquely Tumblr thing, please remember that the man hired to translate Dracula into Icelandic in 1901 thought it was too dry and needed more eroticism and violence, so rather than translate it he apparently just wrote a Dracula fan-fic and published that as the official translation. and no one noticed the changes for over 100 years!

#dracula daily #dracula #iceland #makt myrkranna #dracula fanfic #fan fiction

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Drac, Johnny, and the tormented spirit that keeps putting them into situations (me)

Not sure about the original post that inspired this, but here you go. Piccrew maker in case anyone wants to try it as well with their interpretation/characters

#ramble of the day #my fic #dracula x jonathan harker #harkula #dracula fanfic #my fic fanart #kinda

[argyleheir]

All the Things Jonathan Can No Longer Have Now He’s Undead (Continued)

26. A pint. 27. Pizza. 28. Sunday roast. 29. Cornflakes. 30. Perfect eggs over-easy served beside all the usuals, beans and mushrooms and bacon and tomato and buttered brown bread, and a mug of Darjeeling cooled only a little by the splash of milk. (Related: the feeling of warmth as the tea goes down.) 31. Biscuits, every variety. Expensive ones from the bakery down the street. Oversweet ones from the tin at Christmas. Stale ones from the office cabinet; likewise his landlady's flat; not to mention the ones of his childhood, Garibaldis and pink wafers or whatever else Gran used to put out for tea. Saucer sized, plastic wrapped ones from the newsagent's. The ones Mina used to make. 32. A post-pub curry. 33. Proper chips, straight from the fryer. 34. A birthday cake lit with far too many candles, the wax already melting into the vanilla crème frosting in technicolor dribbles, his friends' faces lit gold, singing. 35. Single malt whisky, poured by Peter Hawkins from his own private reserves, upon the successful closure of the Dracula account.

Find out what else Jonathan can't (and can 😈) do in To the End of the Light, my ongoing 1990s Dracula AU!

#this has been a plug #might not get a new chap up this week </3 #my fic #dracula #jonathan harker #harkula #dracula fanfic #dracula daily

[voxmortuus]

Consideration

Okay... so after much consideration on leaving and coming back... I've chosen to come back... I want to focus on a few fandoms... Peaky Blinders, The Boys, and Hannibal... and MAYBE Dracula Hemlock Grove Vikings, and Stranger Things... Maybe I'll take a few requests... kinda get me going....

#peaky blinders fanfic #the boys fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #dracula fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #the boys x reader #hannibal x reader #dracula x reader #peaky blinders smut #the boys smut #hannibal smut #dracula smut #hemlock grove fanfiction #vikings fanfic #ivars heathen army #vikings smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #tellingyouastory

[bluecatwriter]

This is the smuttiest thing I've ever written

Only a Rough Fellow, Chapter Three

After whining about this threesome fic for literal months, I finally posted it! Featuring Quincey, Jonathan, and Mina getting it on for like 7,000 words straight. (Rated Explicit, obviously.) What have I done?

#my writing #ao3 fic #threesomes are HARD TO WRITE #i am so embarrassed #yeehawrker #quincey morris #mina harker #jonathan harker #dracula (novel) #dracula fanfic

[thebibi]

Thinking about Jack visiting Van Helsing post-Dracula and finding a brand new phonograph in his home.

Just, you know, the professor catching up with technology and buying it out of curiosity but oh, of course Jack can use it for his diary while he stays there. Van Helsing can't seem to figure out how to use it anyway.

Perhaps, after dinner, the younger doctor can show him how to use these pre-reocrded cylinders that have Dutch music on them. Van Helsing sees an advantage in musical playback, for he can show his friend how to dance a simple waltz without stopping the music. They learn to move in harmony, gently, but with rising tempo, for the rest of the evening.

And after Jack goes back to London, Van Helsing finds a parting gift, a voice note left on the phonograph from his dearest friend, promising to visit him soon.

#dracula daily #helward #abraham van helsing #jack seward #dracula fanfic #more like a drabble #thebibi on vampirez #thebibi post

[ts4-bachelorblog]

Week 1: Season Premier

Meet the Bachelor:

Count Dracula, Retired (Traits: Gloomy, Art Lover, Evil, Romantic, Genius, Brave, Great Kisser, Alluring, Quick Learner) Aspiration: Soulmate

A powerful, old vampire, Dracula has been alone in Forgotten Hollow for a very long time.

"I've had a long life, a violent one. I have survived horrific battles and suffered great losses. I'm tired...

I've spent my time mastering so many things. I can do whatever I want. I can walk in the sun. But there is just one thing my life is still missing...

One person I still haven't found. One woman to complete me. To show me the ways of modern love, to join me in a life of vampirism and spend eternity by my side. I know she's out there. And I'm ready to find her."

Will Dracula get his wish? Perhaps. But before we find out, let's meet some of the women who will join him on his quest for love...

#coming up next we meet the women #ts4 #ts4 story #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #the bachelor #bachelor sims #the bachelor fanfic #dracula #dracula fanfic #crossover

[pop-goes-the-weasel]

(My first Yeehaewgust entry, 15 days late. Featuring a baby Quincey P. Morris, in Texas. Thanks to @goth-lit-aaron and @severedfeetpics for the help with the Spanish. Text below Ao3 Link)

Gather the Posse

‘’Robert!!!’’ little Quincey screamed, bounding, over footstools and armchairs, straight into the arms of his brother, freshly returned from Harvard.

‘’Quincito, how you’ve grown!’’ Robert swung his eight-year-old brother round, kicking aside hampers and carpet-bags to get a wider berth to do so.

‘’Robertito, it is time we stopped calling him Quincito; he has learned to ride.’’

‘’Already, Papa? So where have you been, Mr Quincey?’’

Quincey straightened, put his hands on his hips and said, ‘’I rode my Mariposa to the Black Gulch, all on my own.’’

‘’Oh Mr Quincey, you are so behind. I was seven-and-a-half when I made that trip.’’

‘’No, no, no, Robert, Papa said you were eleven!’’ Quincey fell upon Robert and punched him with his small fists. Robert made no attempt to stop him, and dropped upon a trunk, laughing.

Dinner was a magnificent affair. The Morrises always ate well, and a return of a child was an occasion to be marked. The Morris sisters, all nine of them, had gathered, some from finishing schools, some from husbands’ homes. Robert glowed, happy from all the love he received, happy to be home.

It was half-way through the meal when Mrs Morris announced that she had arranged dances, for Robert to choose a bride.

Robert laughed. ‘’Oh Mama, I so love to dance. But I never fall for the one I am dancing with.’’

At nigh, Quincey crept for Robert’s room. He had always wanted to read Robert’s volumes of Catullus, whose beautiful leather binding and rich gold lettering beckoned him endlessly. Robert always said he could not read those till he grew up. Now that Papa had said he was no longer a Quincito, he surely could read those beautiful volumes.

It is then he heard the voices.

‘’Papa, I hear there is a cattle-rustler in town.’’

‘’Yes Robert. There will be a posse for him tomorrow.’’

‘’God, I do wish they give him a fair trial.’’

‘’Robertito, they have their own ways in Massachusetts, we have our own ways in Texas.’’

‘’Still…’’

‘’Listen, you should go with them. The people here are boiling over, see that they do not do anything rash. This is your home and these people are your brethren’’

‘’Where will the posse gather?’’

‘’The Black Gulch.’’

Quincey rolled out of bed much earlier than usual. Then he rode on silently behind his brother, hoping that his tiny form will not be seen in the shadows of early dawn. He knew the way and he did not admit to himself the thump behind his ears.

By the time they reached, the posse had already gathered, the soft rays of the Sun bathing their faces in a soft, golden light. Quincey looked around. These were the men he loved, men with indomitable spirits and faces baked under a merciless Sun. Robert seemed ill at ease, angry at himself for being late. He positioned himself, somewhat unsuccessfully, at the head of the group.

Quincey almost stood up in his stirrups, leaning forward in excitement.

A voice broke the stillness. ‘’Master Quincey, you’re here!’’

Robert turned, ‘’Quincito, you are too little. Turn round.’’

‘’No.’’

‘’Very well. Miguel, take him back. And see that he does not run away before he reaches Papa.’’

Miguel was a fifteen-year-old farm-hand and Quincey’s best friend. It was he who had taught Quincey to put his feet in the stirrups while they hung over his head, it was with him that Quincey shared his bread, slathered with honey, it was with him that Quincey had learnt how to cook beans.

And now, Miguel felt his first posse ruined by this little, rich brat.

He led Mariposa back, his grip firm on his reins. Quincey could feel it all. The indignity of being considered immature. The rage of his best friend. He swallowed all, glared on straight ahead and set his jaw hard.

‘’Don’t be angry at me, Quincito.’’

‘’I am not your Quincito. You went and had all the fun, while Papa and Mama and Maria all sat me down and said what a foolish boy I am.’’

‘’Fun? No Quincito, it was not fun. I failed to bring him back for a trial. I did nothing, I just sat on a horse. A fine vaquero I made’’

‘’Robert, who was he?’’

‘’I do not know. I never did see his face.’’

Robert stooped, looking out of his window at the landscape bathed in pale, milky moonlight.

Es lo que es, he mused.

‘’Quincey, I think you are old enough to read this.’’

Quincey’s heart gave a leap of joy. ‘’Catallus?’’

‘’No, not yet. But bring that bundle from the top of my trunk. It is time someone taught you what the Greeks thought of War.

Es lo que es: It is what it is

#Yeehawgust #dracula daily #quincey p morris #dracula fanfic #tw: violence #cowboys

[antique-ro-man]

if i were to write a dracula prequel about mina’s life before the book, including her childhood and the development of her relationships with jonathan and lucy, would anyone be interested?

#dracula #dracula daily #mina murray #mina harker #dracula fanfic #writing

[diavorchid]

"I wish it wasn't so cold."

Jack Seward wrote on November 3.

[morward, implied slash!suitor squad & holmward]

—

"Come here, Jack."

Quincey called out to him as he watched Jack shoving his little journal and pen into his coat, a look of annoyance made a clear presence on his visage as he puffed his cheeks and breathed out on his palms.

[ao3 link]

#dracula daily #jack seward #quincey morris #arthur holmwood #suitor squad #morward #dracula fanfic #i swear it was more morward focused originally but i knew my heart loves Art too much to completely leave him out #literally i was gonna draw them make out but i had no energy so i wrote and. well. #on another note i really do be spitting quickly anything but my holmward fics in the dungeon aksjsjs #it's a month old and 7.6k words in but some scenes aint complete/yet written/need rework lol #i keep adding things and not to mention the illustration i want to put... tho idk on that #my fic #my post

[imsorryimlate]

psst!

chapter 6 of By the Sun and Candle-Light is up :)

#if you think the pacing of this chapter is off.... don't worry you're not the only one lmao #helward #dracula fanfic

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

A drabble over the word "feast"? :3

YESSSssssss

cannibalism

#my fic #tumblr prompt #harkula #dracula x jonathan harker #dracula fanfic #thanks for the prompt!

[a-system-of-nerds]

Hope a lot of fanfiction comes out from the Dracula Daily emails. Like, all these people are reading the story, there’s sure to be more fanfic and fanart and just general fandom things. And we’re really hopeful and excited for this!

#dracula daily #dracula book #dracula 1897 #dracula bram stoker #bram stoker #dracula fandom #dracula fanfic #dracula fanart #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic #fandom #fanart #fan art #dracula fanfiction #dracula fan art #dracula fan fiction #dracula fan fic

[countess-bathory-erzsebet]

The Missing Page

This is a writing exercise to imagine what might have happened on one of the days that Jonathan did not write. I have tried to keep to the style of the book as much as possible.

Hypnosis, some biting, implied DraculaXJonathan. Nothing explicit happens.

May 21st (?)

A page torn from Jonathan Harker’s journal, written in shorthand

The days slip away from me, and I think that if I do not record the date in this book, I may not know it at all. I am certain that it has been days since that dreadful encounter with the she-devils and I am just as certain that some days have passed since the Count tasked me with writing letters. But I cannot say for sure how many days it has been. The fog of exhaustion makes it difficult to discern when one day ends and another begins. I have guessed at the date to keep with my own conventions.

I must keep this record lest my dreams bleed further into my day. In my waking hours I feel as though I have not slept, though I know for certain that I have. The terrible uncanny clarity of my dreams makes sleep undeniable. But weariness haunts my every day, and my body aches though I do not know why. There may be sleep within these walls, but there is certainly little rest.

As long as I have slept under this roof I have experienced nightmares, but they have grown stranger since I became aware of the devil’s stalking me. I am quite certain that they wait just behind that closed door for the moment when the Count will deem me disposable. The letters have made it quite certain that I will never leave.

In these hours after waking, I feel as tired as the night before like I have not slept for a moment. I will try to record the memory of the dream before it fades. It was like so many others, so this entry should serve as an example of the strange visions that torment me.

I dreamt that I was once again exploring the halls of the castle. I am certain that I was looking for another unlocked door through which I might escape. The limbs had the heaviness that only dreams can bring, and I moved almost languidly where I had moved with urgency during the day. I felt that I knew my goal, though the map of the castle remains a mystery to me.

I found the first door that I tried unlocked. It was a grand one at the top of a staircase that I am quite certain I have never seen before.

I am haunted by the sight that I dreamed behind the door. The Count waited for me, his imposing gaze fixed upon me. Even in dreams the coldness of his gaze sends a chill down my spine. At times he seems more wolf than man. He beckoned to me with a single longer finger, ever imperious.

Though I knew the danger of the man, I obeyed his gesture. In my dreamlike state it did not occur to me to object. Any words that I might have mustered stuck in my throat. He said nothing, but I felt that I knew his commands to the letter. I could not turn my gaze away from his eye.

It was an odd kind of detachment. I moved though I had no illusion of the danger. Even as I write these words, I can feel the Count’s long sharp fingers grazing over the skin of my neck as he surveyed the bare flesh. I knew, though no one had instructed me, that I should hold perfectly still as he tilted my chin.

I can feel the shadows of the hands everywhere that they traveled. Under my shirt, over chest, and other places I dare not even voice here. Those sharp fingernails left marks everywhere that they touched. My gaze never left his face, and yet I could feel every line that he drew on my skin.

I do not know how to make sense of it. Perhaps my mind made his tyrannical manifest in those hands. He laid them where he pleased as he held me helplessly transfixed by his eyes.

The last moment of the dream must have been born of the memory of those women. The Count bent over me just as that blonde devil did. His touch was nearly gentle, but just as predatory as those women as he leaned closer. Though he spoke little, he did say as he leaned close to me, “My dear Jonathan.”

I could only think that he had forgotten to say “friend” in his usual address. How strange that my dreams should forget a single word.

There was the strangest sensation, like a needle pricking my neck. But the strangeness of the dream kept me distant from the pain. In a way, the feeling was pleasurable, like a release. I knew something with the kind of certainty that shook my soul: The relation between he and I was sealed by what those women had called a kiss. He is the predator and I am nothing but his prey. 

I should not dare to write such words. If I was better rested I would not think such shameful things. Mina must never read these words.

After that, I remember very little.

I have the vaguest memory of sheets that felt like silk and of arms around me. Perhaps carrying me as he has once already.

How strange everything is in this place, even my own dreams. I fear the man, and yet my dreams bring me to his chambers.

Even now, I can remember the sensation as I lay my hand on my throat. Dreams leave no mark in the light of day.

Unless….is that blood I feel?

God, it cannot be.

#dracula fanfic #dracula fic #dracula x jonathan #draculonathan

[ts4-bachelorblog]

Week 9: Fantasy Suites

(Read Weeks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8 here.)

Dracula's first date in Sulani took place with Marisol. They went to a beach where they hugged, flirted, had an amorous exchange, and Marisol shared her insecurities.

They snorkeled together, and swam to a small shore where they shared hugs, kisses, and seductive whispers. They had a pleasant conversation, even though Dracula disliked it when Marisol enthused to him about pop music.

Then they swam to a pier where he kissed her cheek and mentored her at fishing.

"Not gonna lie, I'm impressed," admits Marisol. "He has so many skills."

They spent the evening at a beach bar where they flirted and danced. Dracula recited love poetry for Marisol, who enthused about the possibility of meeting his family.

When she was hungry, Marisol got dinner from a stand, and they sat outside together having a steamy exchange.

Then they moved to the beach where they chatted in the sand and kissed on a bridge.

Back at the resort, the pair chose to forego their individual rooms, and stay as a couple in the Fantasy Suite, where they had an amorous exchange....

Early in the morning, after some coffee, they kissed goodbye and returned to their rooms.

"I'm not having any doubts anymore," Marisol reflects. "Last night was wonderful. Dracula and I shared deeply personal... um, thoughts. We discussed marriage, and our life together. I adore him. And we're definitely compatible." "I feel the exact same way," Dracula reciprocates. "We made... very happy memories last night, and we only continue to grow closer."

#coming up next dracula has a date with genevieve #fantasy suites #ts4 bachelor challenge #the bachelor #love island marisol #the sims 4 island living #sulani #dracula #litg marisol #the sims 4 vampires #the sims #dracula fanfic #simblr #the bachelor fanfic #fanfic #litg #love island the game #the sims 4 #love island the game fanfic #love island fanfic #love island

[argyleheir]

Argyle’s Holiday Cheese Plate

Seeing as the holidays are coming on and I’ve yet to post any seasonally inspired fluff, I thought I’d share a few favorites from Christmases past...

In the Dark Time of the Year (Fandom: Dracula | Pairing: Dracula x Jonathan | Rating: M) - On the longest night of the year, a chance encounter leaves Jonathan questioning his past. Notes: In fact one of my favorites from last year; I’d intended to write a sequel from Dracula’s POV... maybe I still will :)

The Seventy-Fifth Annual Pandimensional Hellspawn and Friends Holiday Bruncheon (Fandoms: Good Omens, The Good Place | Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley | Rating: G) - This Michael chap was so dashedly charming, and seemingly a bowtie aficionado to boot, that Aziraphale couldn't resist the urge to offer him a bit of encouragement. Notes: Posted in 2020, though it’d been kicking around my head for at least a year before that. A bit half-baked but the idea of it still makes me smile.

The Here and Now is Coming Round (Fandom: Alice (2009) | Pairing: Hatter x Alice | Rating: G) - At the New Year, Hatter counts his blessings. Notes: Posted in 2011 and based on a tv miniseries with some pretty neat plot points, but mostly I just really enjoyed writing Hatter.

Altered States (Fandom: Good Omens | Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley | Rating: M) - What goes around comes around—often in the dead of night, drunk on Chateau Margaux 1787, and without ringing first. Notes: Posted in 2008 for one of several Good Omens Holiday Exchange events I participated in over the years - I find myself nostalgic for events like this (and Yuletide) but am generally better for not adding yet another source of stress during a busy time of year.

A Moment Too Soon  (Fandom: The Wind in the Willows | Rating: G) - All the animals were in agreement: it was a jolly day for a Christmas party. Notes: Posted in 2006. I used to love aping old writers’ styles, including  Kenneth Grahame. This one’s gen, though I did a couple of Rat x Mole and Toad x Rat stories around the same time.

#my fic #fic recs #holiday fanfiction #holiday fanfic #dracula x jonathan harker #dracula fanfic #good omens #good omens fanfic #the wind in the willows #alice #the good place