#harkward

[bluecatwriter]

I'd been wanting to draw this for ages, and finally got around to it today.

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[yallemagne]

Lunch with the Harkers:

Mina: *clears throat* "So, Jonathan, how has your time in Whitby been?"

Jonathan: "ough. God. There were so many thirsty men I had to satisfy."

Jack: *chokes on his tea*

Mina: *grins* "Yes, my dear?"

Jonathan: "They were big strong moving men all so wantonly imploring me to quench their thirst. You see, they'd been left high and dry with no reward for their hard work, and it was up to me to fulfill their dire needs if I was to call in a favour from them."

Jack: *flushed, hiding his face*

Jonathan: "I would say they were all good specimens of manhood. Unlike me, who is only a meek quiet little thing. Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Seward?"

Mina: *trying not to laugh* "That's enough, darling."

[vergess]

My first thought thanks to an old comment of yours: Jonathan Harker/Jack Seward, kissing with teeth

It doesn't take much to split his lip. Wind chapped and cold in the continental autumn, so far from London's warm and putrid embrace.

He can tell the very moment Harker's seeking tongue finds the split, foreign spit stinging as his tongue laves across the raw flesh revealed, smooth and coppery. Seward makes every reasonable effort not to moan, and fails. It burns unpleasantly, and he cannot pull back. Not for anything. Not even when Harker's teeth catch on a ragged edge and peels it away, fresh blood welling up to meet his conquest.

This time he yelps, undignified, and Harker swallows it, sucking Seward's loosed lip between his own, and pressing down so, so slowly with his incisors. First pressure, then heat, then slow blooming pain, until Seward goes still and limp, unwilling to breathe lest Harker tear his face in two.

When he finally stops, Harker's lips are wet and red and so very whole. Seward, as is his lot, is not so lucky. Perhaps their next hotel will be near a pharmacy of some repute. A salve will be in order.

Particularly if this is going to continue.

[that-bi-fan]

had a dream about the Dracula Ballet (probably because I haven't stopped thinking about it since I found out it existed, AKA yesterday morning) in which, on a stage, Jonathan had come home from something, leaned against his door, and kinda sunk in on himself. He had his cane, so I'm assuming my dream was set post-dracula but pre-lucy's death. Jack and Mina came in, dancing together, and reached their arms out to Jonathan to invite him to dance. He reaches back, but then pulled his hand away, shaking his head. Both Mina and Jack got really upset, and the stage got dark. They danced together, closing in on Jonathan, who panicked and tried to run, yanking on the door. it wouldn't open, and Jack and Mina got closer, coming together in a kiss (I think? it was very blurry for some reason) as they danced faster and faster. then they separated, and Dracula came up from the floor, pulling Jonathan towards him. The two danced, but it looked more like a chase, with Jack and Mina dancing around the pair, blocking Jonathan at every turn. Dracula and Jonathan got really close, Jonathan always reaching out to Mina, and at some point Jack and Mina rip off their faces, revealing themselves as Dracula's brides. Jonathan recoiled in horror, dancing between the trio as they closed in on him. and then he realized 'oh. I'm dancing. this can't really be happening.' He flew backwards towards the door, grabbed his cane, and shielded his face as the vampires descended upon him. the lights came back on and he was alone on stage, the only evidence that something had happened was Jonathan's ragged breathing.

[bluecatwriter]

Mina/Jack/Jonathan

Thanks for the ask! Loooove these guys. :D

What made you ship it? Definitely the analysis and various headcanons floating around in Dracula Daily, especially focused on Jack's obvious admiration for both the Harkers and then all sorts of ideas about how that might translate romantically/sexually. My first proper smutfic was about the three of them and I never looked back. ;)

What are your favorite things about the ship? The relationship dynamics are so tasty! I love writing Mina and Jonathan with sort of a good cop/bad cop dom dynamic, with Jack just happy to be included. Mina and Jack have a lot of rapport in canon, so I always try to bring that out, too.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I think I'm about as mainstream about this ship as any of the like ten of us who ship them are. ;)

(Send me a ship and I’ll answer three questions based on if I ship it or not.)

[bluecatwriter]

I think Jonathan should use his newfound box-of-dirt-and-man-tossing strength and boundless persistence to grasp Seward and crush him in his arms without regard for resistance and injury. I think it would fix him. loosen every muscle, leave him boneless, despite bruises and lacerations (and Jonathan gets to unleash some of his pent-up Everything too)

I agree so heartily. It's enrichment for both of them.

[bluecatwriter]

The kiss ficlets continue! Copied from an ask that had multiple submissions:

Your wish is my command! :) I decided to make it a post-canon fic featuring my ongoing desire to ship Jack/Mina/Jonathan.

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

(All kiss ficlets here)

A kiss... to gain something

Jack had been bustling around his small townhouse all day long, trying to make it look more presentable and less like the bachelor pad it was— and was rewarded when the Harkers arrived from Exeter, and Mina exclaimed with genuine delight, "Oh John, I love what you've done here!" It had been a rather bare apartment when he'd first moved in a month ago upon quitting his job at the asylum, but the Harkers visiting had given him ample motivation to make the whole house (and especially the bedroom) presentable.

After her compliment, Mina had greeted him with a quick kiss that have nevertheless left his legs wobbling, while Jonathan, as usual, stayed pleasant and a bit aloof. There was conversation to be had before bed, and Jack had made tea and bought some biscuits and laid them out in front of the hearth. He and Mina sat next to each other on the settee while Jonathan sat in the chair by the fire, and soon Jack and Mina fell into the animated conversation that had long marked their friendship. Soon she had him babbling about the ins and outs of his new job at the local hospital, which led naturally to the event that most excited him.

"I've been invited tomorrow to a luncheon, at which a very distinguished professor from Germany, Dr. Flechsig, will be presenting his latest findings in categorizing the cytoarchitecture of the human brain."

Mina tilted her head to the side, her eyes lighting up. "Cytoarchitecture… that's the study of cellular composition?"

"Of the central nervous system's tissues, yes. Forgive my jargon. Dr. Flechsig has been making amazing advancements in our understanding of the brain, and—"

Mina clapped her hands together, startling him. "Oh John, you must allow me to come along!" 

Jack paused mid-sentence, his train of thought derailed. "With me? I…" He shook his head to clear it. "I'm sorry, Mina, but this is a very exclusive lecture. It wouldn't do for me to bring an unexpected guest."

"We wouldn't make a scene. I would sit in a corner and not say a word. I could even transcribe the lecture so that you could refer to my notes later."

Jack balked at this, since she did make a good point. Still… "I apologize, but I simply can't. I am still fairly new to this circle of colleagues and it is enough of a stretch for them to invite me in the first place." 

Mina was staring at him with those big golden-brown eyes now; she had always had such a talent for looking appealing. But the mental image of him showing up to a lecture with an unexpected woman in tow was enough to make him shore up his strength; his will could be greater than hers, he told himself. 

"I'll be sure to tell you everything that I learn," he said, trying to soften the blow of the rejection, but now his voice wavered, because she had not relented in gazing at him.

"Please, John," she said, her voice now softer. "As a personal favor?"

He was suddenly and keenly aware of all the blood in his body. He cleared his throat. "I can't just bring…" His voice failed him when she leaned toward him, and he jerked his head to face forward, trying to ignore her nose brushing against his jaw. As if searching for a lifeline, he looked over at Jonathan, but Jonathan had picked up a scientific periodical lying on the end table and was leaned back in the chair, reading it studiously as if Jack and Mina were not in the room at all. Jack huffed and closed his eyes, wondering why he had even thought to look to Jonathan for help with saying no to Mina. 

"Mrs. Harker, I know what you are doing, and it will not work," he told her, trying to put all the firmness into his voice that he could muster, but despite this, his voice slightly trembled as he felt her lips mouthing softly along his ear. 

"And I," she said with a smile in her voice, right into his ear, "am politely asking you to reconsider." He felt her tongue trace the shell of his ear, followed by a soft kiss.

"Mina," he meant to say in a stern voice, but it came out as a whimper. She touched his chin and turned him to face her, their mouths teasingly close— all he would have to do was move his head forward an inch— but this would be conceding, and he— he— what was he so worried about? He couldn't remember.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, pressing him down into the settee and giving his mouth lavish attention with her tongue. When at last she pulled away, he gasped for air, every nerve in his body tingling with pleasure.

"So I'll go with you tomorrow, then?" Mina asked, smiling prettily.

Jack groaned, but felt too wobbly to sit up or even speak. Instead, he just half-nodded, making a vague sound of assent. 

Mina grinned, and Jack heard a chortling noise from Jonathan. But when he glanced over, Jonathan was still reading the scientific periodical, with only the tiniest smirk on his lips.

~~~

[bluecatwriter]

Does it count as a threesome if one person is a ghost?

In an effort to clean out some of my older drafts, I give you this ficlet! It was inspired by an AU that animate-mush came up with where Jonathan died early on, and Mina ended up with Jack. However, Jonathan doesn't let a little thing like death keep him away from his beloved, and Ghost!Jonathan finds a way to possess Jack. This scene is from a scenario where all three of them have actually managed to communicate about this weird triad they've got going on.

(Canon divergence, rated Mature)

Twin Suns by BlueCatWriter on Archive of Our Own