blatantly tropey we got thrown in here for seven minutes in heaven and people thought we would literally rip each other apart but instead we made out high school au
[carmilla x danny]
ao3
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When I saw you, I fell in love and you smiled because you knew
William Shakespeare (via sweetlove96)
we’re destined to demise (it don’t matter; what matters is now)
you say that you regretted all the chances you don’t take (makes no sense that you’re the one who makes me feel like this)
///
You’re standing in your kitchen making a cup of coffee, and water is dripping off the tips of your hair. You wipe your hands on the sweatpants you had pulled on after you had gotten out of the shower. Your coffee pot dings and you pour a cup (cream, no sugar). You really shouldn’t be having coffee, it’s eight pm, but hey, you’re wide awake anyway so fuck it. You sit on your couch, sipping on your coffee and you have to readjust your hoodie because you sat down and it choked you.
You just put your feet up on your coffee table when you hear a knock at your apartment door. You sigh, toss your head back, and sit there for a while. You really don’t want to get up. You hear a knock again, and it sounds impatient, so you groan while getting up. You open the door and see her standing there.
Carmilla.
She looks tired but her eyes are hard, and you stand aside, a silent request for her to come in. She walks past you and sits on your couch while you get her a cup of water. She gulps it down as you sit next to her. You don’t say anything (you don’t know why she’s here and you want her to make the first move) and she looks like she’s tightly wound. You reach over and place you hand on the small of her back. It’s been so long since you last touched her (was it when you carried her back to Laura?) and she softens her posture slightly.
You end up falling asleep with Carmilla next to you, your hand smashed between her skin and the couch.
///
You wake up to the soft sounds of the television playing. It’s dark outside and the clock reads 3:15 am. The only lights are coming from the T.V and a lamp on the other end of the couch. You slowly move your head in her direction.
She’s still sitting next to you, drinking from a cup filled with blood (she must’ve brought some with her). She looks like shit; her eyes are sunken in and her skin looks sickly, she’s bonier than you remember, her fingers are small and her elbows are sharp. Her cheekbones and collarbones look like they’re only covered by a thin layer of skin. Even her nose looks sharper. She turns her head and looks at you and goddamn, she looks, well, dead. Like something that has lived for 300 plus years and is done living.
“It’s good to see you’re alive, Xena.” You hum and start rubbing her back again. She turns her attention back to the T.V. You fall back asleep after 4 am.
///
She was gone when you woke up. You know she’ll be back; there’s four packets of blood in your fridge. You have a lot to talk about, anyway.
///
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
You’re sitting on your couch again and she’s been gone for days and you weren’t worried about her (you were, she looks like shit and she disappeared). She grabs the cup of blood you left sitting out and she drinks a bit after she sits down next to you.
“Where have you been these last three years?”
“Kyoto. I visited Vaadhoo Island, in the Maldives. Saw the Sea of Stars. It was badass.” You nod and take a sip of tea from your mug. “Laura?”.
“Doing well. Last I heard, she was moving to London after she got a major deal with some newspaper, or something.”
“Ah.” Carmilla takes a drink from her cup and you notice she is shaking a little. You know that Carmilla let Laura go. She’s centuries old and immortal, Laura will die (it pains you to think that). You guess it was honorable for her to do; Carmilla’s lost everything now, and if you were her, you wouldn’t have let Laura go. Laura is the sun, warm and giddy, easy to make you forget the monster inside, and you guess Carmilla thought she didn’t deserve her.
She doesn’t deserve her.
You don’t either.
///
You’re walking down the main street of the town you now live in and Carmilla walks beside you. You walk past the little coffee shop and the library (you see Carmilla stare into the windows while she’s walking past it). You walk for a while and lead her into a parking lot behind an old, abandoned shop. There’s still a few cars littering the lot, so you climb on top of one and sit on the roof. Carmilla does the same on a car next to you. It’s a little cloudy out tonight, and when the moon hides behind a cloud, you’re drenched in darkness. After three clouds pass over the moon, Carmilla sighs.
“What do you want to talk about, Beanpole?” You look over at her; she’s laying down on the roof of her car.
“How did you find me?”
“You texted me your address when you first moved in. I made sure to write it down.”
“I told you that you could crash at my place in case of an emergency.”
“I was in an emergency.”
“What was it?” She doesn’t answer, so you sigh and lay down on the roof (you legs rest on the hood). “How was the Sea of Stars?” You ask her because the stars aren’t very bright tonight, and this is the most she’s spoken to you in years and you missed her voice.
“Beautiful,” she breathes. You think that’s all you’re going to get out of her. She’s not very talkative and you don’t know what happened in Kyoto, or anywhere else she went and didn’t tell you. You feel your eyelids getting heavy, and you shift your legs a bit.
You’re laying there, debating with yourself on whether or not you should fall asleep on Carmilla when you hear her whisper, “The waters were blue. It reminded me of your eyes.”
Well, you’re not going to sleep now. You move your head so you can look at her, and she’s curled up in the fetal position on the roof, and she’s staring at you. God, she looks so tired. You don’t think she’s slept in a long, long time.
“Carmilla, it’s alright if you fall asleep on me.” You whisper to her and she blinks, then nods, and over time, her eyelids begin droop. You look back to the sky and watch a little cloud trail across the dark canvas.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” You barely hear her, and when you look over to question what she was talking about, she’s sleeping. You let her sleep while you think back on your conversation. Oh. That was her emergency. You sigh eternally and quietly step off the car.
You carry her back to your apartment.
This isn’t the first time you’ve carried her limp body home.
///
She gets pissed at you. Which isn’t surprising, really, you know she has a bad temper. You don’t really give a shit because she’s eating and sleeping now. You achieved this by standing by her while she eats and letting her sleep in your bed.
(She flipped her lid when you told her that you were going to make sure she was going to get better.
“What? I’m not a baby who needs monitoring, Gingersnap!”
“I’m making sure you’re getting better, you idiot!”
She’d shut up after that.)
She looks so much better though. Her skin color has returned (not really, she’s still pale but she looks more like the color you’re accustomed to seeing) and she isn’t all sharp joints and knuckles anymore. She spoken a bit more about her time away from Styria; she went to Kyoto for the beauty, but she ended up destroying herself (she told you that she had jumped off a building again and you felt like throwing up).
She doesn’t really mention Laura and neither do you, but you tell her that letting go of Laura was good for her and Laura (she just took another shot of whiskey). A few days ago, you were swinging at a park and you didn’t have the best landing when you jumped (you almost got tangled in the chains and fell on your back) and Carmilla laughed, and that was the first time you ever heard her laugh. It sounded low and throaty, like a faraway thunder clap.
You love it.
///
You’re tired and Carmilla is still sleeping in your bed, and you’ll be damned if you sleep on the couch in your apartment. You open the door and shut it quietly, and Carmilla is spread out across the bed. You see her skin reflecting the moon’s light and she’s practically glowing. You walk over to her and grab the covers. She groans, raises her head, and cracks open an eye. She sees you but doesn’t move. You shake the sheet in you hand and she moves over to one side of the bed. You slide in next to her. She’s grinning and that’s never a good thing.
“Well, Big Red, if you want some of this, you could just ask.”
“Carmilla, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” She huffs out a laugh and you kick her lightly. The light is reflecting off her fleshed out cheekbones and her hair is everywhere, and one of her curls is sitting on her cheek. You reach over and gently brush off the piece of hair, which lands on her neck. You brush the pads of your fingertips down her jawline, and you feel her hand touch your elbow. You place your hand on her forearm and start to doze off.
You don’t think she ever fell asleep that night.
///
You get a call from Laura. It doesn’t take you off guard, you’re still friends and talk as often as you can.
Carmilla wasn’t expecting it, though.
Laura wasn’t expecting you to say that Carmilla has been staying at your place.
You ask her if she wants to talk to Carm and you don’t even finish that sentence before Laura says yes. You practically have to chase Carmilla around your apartment to get her to take your phone. She looks pissed and slightly nervous and when you give her a thumbs up, she says hello to Laura. Carmilla’s face softens and you touch her shoulder. Laura isn’t yours, or Carmilla’s, but she’s still here, and you’re both lucky to have her in your lives.
///
She sleeps in your bed with you now. You’re not really sure when this became a trend but it’s better than sleeping alone. She used to hog the blankets but she quit after you engulfed her with your body. It doesn’t bother you really, cuddling with Carmilla, she’s soft now and you think she always. She reminds you of a hedgehog, really. Sharp thorns but squishy underneath. Yeah, that sounds like her.
Laura had told you that she was happy that you had someone with you. She’s been worried about you ever since you had confessed that you had been feeling down lately. At first, she had been surprised that Carmilla was the one you felt comfortable with, simply because it was Carmilla, and you hadn’t liked each other before. You’re not sure why you like her now, she’s different. She’s gentler, less prickly. You think she’s just tired of not having anyone. That and what happened in Kyoto. She’s kept her sarcasm of course, but it’s more toned down and while you sometimes miss it, it’s nice to not feel insulted so much. Now it’s more like…gentle teasing. Much like Laura when she teased you over the phone.
(“Oh my god, you so did!”
“No, Laura, we didn’t.”
“Really?”
“Laura, oh my god, no, we didn’t have hate sex!”
“…But you have had sex?”
“Why are you so interested?”
“Ah, you have!”
“Laura, stop.”
“Hey, at least it’s not hate sex.”
“If you weren’t so far away and cute I’d punch you.”
“Violence doesn’t look good on you, Dan.”
“My violence saved your ass a few times, remember?”
“Yeah yeah. Hey, I’m happy for you guys.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”)
///
You wake up and instantly feel cold. You stretch out your hand and Carmilla’s not in your bed. You crack open your eyes and you see her silhouette sitting on the window sill. You can tell she’s drinking a cup of blood. She’s still and looking into the sky, and she is so beautiful, you don’t really know what to do with yourself.
“Carm?” She turns to look at you. “What happened?” When she shakes her head you ask, “Did you have another nightmare.” She nods and you know it was about the coffin (she only looks at the stars after the coffin nightmare) (it still pisses you off when she has a nightmare and you don’t wake up). You pull the blankets up and wait for her to set down the blood and glide under them. You pull her to your chest and she sighs against your shoulder. “You alright?” You feel her nod. You fiddle with the end of her t-shirt sleeve. “Carmilla, are you sleeping in my shirt?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“What?”
“It’s my favorite sleep shirt.”
“Yeah, I know.”
You push back from her a bit so you can see her face. She looks grumpy and you chuckle. You shake your head and she elbows your ribs. You smack her arm and she laughs lightly. You place your forehead on hers and put a hand on her neck. She wraps her arms around your waist and slips a hand under your shirt, running her hand up and down your spine. You lean in for a kiss and she pulls back. You frown at her. “I just had blood.”
“I don’t care, you idiot.” She huffs and kisses you. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed and it won’t be the last. She tastes like metal and ghosts and broken bones. She tastes like beauty and wit and gardens of blue waters.
You’re not really sure what you feel for her but when she tangles a hand in your fire red hair and squeezes your waist, it feels a lot like passion.
When she lays her head on your chest, and absentmindedly plays with your fingers or twirls your hair, it feels a lot like love.
And that doesn’t scare you so much anymore.
I’ll Take Care Of It
Rating: T
Word Count: 2506
Pairing: OT3: Seduction Eyes, Lollistein, Laura/Carmilla/Danny
Additional Tags: Fluff, Imagine Your OT3 Prompt, Domestic, Established OT3
Originally based off of this prompt: Imagine person A and C of your OT3 staying up late on a work project. Person C dozes off on the job, and person B comes in to take them up to bed, while person A watches, intensely in love with how their partners interact.
But as usual, this went in slightly different direction. Also this will probably my last fic of the holidays because school starts. I’ll still write, but it’ll be a lot less frequent. Which is unfortunate but I’ll try. Enjoy this!
Cheers!
Also available on ao3 and ff.net
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Never had Laura imagined that she would be helping Danny Lawrence, her brilliant, amazing, ginger goddess of a girlfriend, with homework. Apparently, the lit major needed a science credit, and the only available science class that worked with her schedule was an Intro to Chemistry class. Which was unfortunate, because there was a reason why Danny was an arts student. She was horrible at chemistry.
Even worse, LaFontaine hated chemistry. They took several mandatory courses in their freshman year, and haven’t set foot in the chemistry building since. Danny took the dirty look and the door slammed in her face as a ‘sorry, can’t help you’. So there went Danny’s only hope of maintaining her 3.8 GPA. Maybe she should’ve taken the six AM biology class instead.
“Danny?” Laura pursed her lips as she watched her girlfriend try to light her chemistry textbook on fire in the trash can. She had just returned from the last class of the evening and was looking forwards to spending time with her two girlfriends. Unfortunately, Carmilla’s classes were all in the afternoon and at night, which meant that she wouldn’t be back until much later. Which was fine, it just meant that Laura got to spend some alone time with her other girlfriend, but now Danny was doing this. Whatever this was. “You realize that lighting your textbook on fire is not going to help you pass right?” With a sigh, Laura picked up the smouldering trashcan and dropped the entire thing into the shower. So maybe there was a reason why all of the textbooks at Silas seemed to be impervious to damage.
“I hate chemistry. Who cares about how oxygen and nitrogen bond?” Danny grumbled from the bed, her voice muffled because of the pillow over her face.
“Your professor does. And you need to do well in this class, Danny!” Laura cried out, exasperated as she ran the book under the shower.
“Screw it, I have no idea what’s going on in class, and the textbook makes no sense. Also LaFontaine won’t help me. It’s like I’m destined to fail this class. I’m better off trying to work on my English paper that’s due in two weeks instead,” Danny growled, tossing the pillow onto the floor like a petulant child.
Laura shook the last few droplets of water from the textbook. The book looked like it was new, which was very creepy. She crossed the floor to Danny’s side and gently tucked the discarded pillow under her girlfriend’s head. “Now, the Danny Lawrence I knew would never give up like that.” she paused and studied Danny’s face intently. You can tell me anything, Danny. It’s not just about this class is it?”
How well Laura knew Danny was astonishing, especially in such a short time. She could read all of the lit TA’s facial expressions now and could accurately interpret Danny’s body language. It was creepy, like Laura knew what Danny was thinking before Danny actually thought it. But in Laura’s defence, this skill had developed in response to the way that Carmilla and Danny sheltered and protected her.
Laura knew full well that she would never have the physical prowess that her girlfriends had. She understood that they were only looking out for her. But sometimes it annoyed her how her girlfriends would always turn to each other first when something went wrong. Carmilla had nightmares? Laura found out in the middle of the night when Danny had to pin a thrashing Carmilla down to the mattress. Danny knew about it for weeks now, she was the one helping Carmilla hide it. They didn’t want Laura to worry. Danny lost her temper and had to be restrained by thirteen people before she nearly destroyed Kirsch? LaFontaine told Laura in the cafeteria. Carmilla all but threw the tall ginger over her shoulder and whisked off to the forest to let Danny blow off some steam.
They meant well, but sometimes Laura felt left out. So she made it a point to find out everything, to know everything about her girlfriends. Journalism paid off. Of course, Carmilla and Danny had gotten better with the whole sharing thing. It had been easy for them to turn to each other because they were so similar. But they didn’t want Laura to worry, to see them weak. Laura had none of that nonsense and made it very clear that she was strong too. It didn’t take her long to figure out the appropriate times to pry and the appropriate times to just wait.
Danny held her gaze for a moment before wavering, “You know. I don’t like failure.” She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, a frown etched across her face.
Laura sat down on the bed next to her. “I know, I know.” She gently brushed a few strands of hair out of Danny’s face. “I know you don’t like anyone seeing you weak. And I’m honoured that you trust me enough to let me see this side of you. I know you’re proud of your strength but I’m not going to think any less of you if you ask for help.”
“I love you,” Danny whispered, bringing Laura’s face down for a gentle kiss. Tenderly, Danny pressed her forehead to Laura’s after they pulled away. “Okay, I’m gonna hit the library and see if its any help.” With a grin, Danny scrambled out of bed and grabbed her backpack invincible textbook, ready to head for the sentient building.
“Danny, you realize I took this class last semester right?”
“Oh…Oh.”
—
Turns out that Danny was as bad at chem as she made it seem to be. When she said failing this class, she meant that if she didn’t hand in the mountain of long over due worksheets by tomorrow, she’d get a zero on them. Which was unfortunate seeing how they were worth forty-five percent of her grade. “Danny, you’re reading the periodic table upside down, again.” Laura sighed patiently and reached over to right the laminated table.
Danny flushed and murmured her thanks, hiding her face behind a long curtain of hair as she filled out another worksheet. While Laura didn’t particularly approve of cheating, she decided that this situation was an exception and it would just be more efficient for her to start doing the worksheets with Danny. Their handwriting was pretty similar and Laura could pass hers off as Danny’s. They had been at this for hours, hunched over Laura’s desk. Like almost a solid eighteen hour workday, okay it was maybe closer to twelve. It was nearly four in the morning and they started as Carmilla’s second class of the day started. Carmilla had sent them a text four hours into their workday, letting them know that she’d be home really late because she needed to go restock on blood.
Laura took a sip of what must’ve been her sixth mug of hot cocoa. They were nearly done. Fortunately, this all nighter was nothing compared to the three consecutive ones that Laura pulled to finish her final lit paper. Now that was brutal. Unfortunately, Danny, who had always been on top of all her work and went to bed precisely at ten o’clock in order to wake up at seven to go for a run, was not used to all nighters. This was also probably the latest that she had ever stayed up in her life. Her eyelids drooped and her writing was getting sloppier. Laura had suggested that her girlfriend go to bed three hours ago and that Laura would take care of the rest of the sheets.
However, being the proud creature that she was, Danny refused. So here she was, face down into her paper, sound asleep. Laura smiled at the sight, Danny never knew when to stop. Always pushing herself until either her body gave up or the job was done. The tiny human contemplating moving Danny to the bed for a moment but there was no way that Laura would be able to move Danny herself, not without waking up the ginger. And once the ginger was up, she’d try to work on the worksheets again. Thus, Danny was left where she was as Laura finished another worksheet.
The door creaked softly as it was opened carefully. From the reflection in her laptop screen, Laura could see Carmilla slip into the room. She looked surprised that her girlfriends were still up, or well one of them was still up. Quietly, she made her way across the room to Laura’s side, gently dropping her bag next to the bed. “Hey,” Laura felt her press a kiss to the top of her head. “How’s Big Red?”
"Out like a light. She just fell asleep. I don’t blame her though,” Laura looked at her ginger giant fondly, who had shifted in her sleep so that her head now lay on her arms.
“Whatever happened to cheating is unethical?” Carmilla teased as she retrieved one of the blankets from their bed and draped it over Danny’s shoulders.
“I couldn’t sit here and watch her fail,” Laura chewed her lip and watched as Carmilla eased the pencil out from Danny’s hand.
“How much is there left?” Carmilla carefully lifted Danny from the chair, bridal style. Laura shrugged in reply, watching the scene before her with affection. The height difference was quite comical as the ginger burrowed her face deeper into the crook of Carmilla’s neck. With ease, Carmilla lay Danny onto the bed. The taller girl barely stirred, only shifted to make herself more comfortable with her new surroundings. “Where are her pajamas?” Danny usually slept in a tank top and her favourite pair of blue plaid sleep shorts, which were missing.
“Her shorts should be in the wardrobe,” Laura smiled warmly. Carmilla fussing over her girlfriends was a rare sight, typically that was Danny’s role in the relationship. The gentle touch, the small word of encouragement- that was all Danny’s thing. But there were moments like this that reminded Laura that a whole other side of Carmilla existed.
Triumphantly, the vampire brandished said shorts above her head after a quick search in the said piece of furniture. Danny’s baseball shirt was quickly discarded into the laundry hamper. Fortunately, she was already wearing a white tank top underneath which saved Carmilla the effort of trying to pull one onto her girlfriend without her waking up. Quick work was also made of Danny’s bra, pulled off from underneath the tank top without a second thought. Laura watched with admiration and some jealousy at her girlfriend’s efficiency at removing the piece of clothing, apparently a skill honed over the centuries.
Pants were next, Laura stared with rapt attention as Carmilla tugged at Danny’s legendary orange pants, exposing the creamy skin underneath. Said pants went flying into the laundry hamper as well. “Having fun there, Cupcake?” Carmilla’s sultry drawl pulls Laura out of her reverie. Danny now had shorts on and was being carefully tucked into bed. The tall ginger was curled up next to the wall, back pressed against it. Carmilla took special care to make sure that Danny’s feet was wrapped in the blankets.
Danny was a human space heater. On some nights, blankets were completely unnecessary when you were cuddling with Danny Lawrence. Weirdly enough, Danny’s feet got cold really easily. Laura and Carmilla had enough of cold toes poking them in the middle in the night to ensure that Danny’s feet were warm. Also cold feet meant sore feet, even more reason for Laura and Carmilla to keep them warm.
“Hmmm? Watching you take care of us never gets old,” Laura smiled as Carmilla gingerly extracted her leg from Danny’s clutches. Natural cuddler, Danny Lawrence was legitimately built for cuddling and instinctively a cuddler. Carefully, Carmilla tucked the yellow pillow in between Danny’s arms. Instantly, the taller human latched onto the pillow.
“Laura, when was the last time you took a break?” Carmilla pulled Laura closer to her by the hand, the wheels of the desk chair creaking. “You look horrible.”
“Wow, thanks. Just what every girl wants to hear,” Laura quipped and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She allowed Carmilla to lift her onto her lap and pressed a kiss against her chin.
“Laura…” Carmilla warned, “You’ve been up all night. You need to sleep. Here, why don’t you go take a shower?” The vampire held up a hand to stop Laura’s objections, “I’ll take care of everything alright?”
—
Laura groaned, the ground was shaking. There was a weight on top of her, oh wait the weight was moving.
“Shit shit shit, it’s eleven thirty,” Laura opened her eyes, there was flash of red. Danny was scrambling out of bed, over top of Laura.
Laura groaned as Danny’s foot caught her in the midsection, “Danny. What are you doing?” The tiny human reached up for the alarm clock on the shelf at the head of the bed. “It is eleven thirty-four on a Saturday morning.”
“I have to hand in all my worksheets at twelve at the chem building, which is across the campus. And I can’t believe I fell asleep before I finished the worksheets,” Danny rushed over to the desk where she had left all the worksheets but they weren’t there. “Where are my worksheets?”
Laura sat up straight, she had fallen asleep after taking the shower, Carmilla had coerced her into bed with promises of a back rub. The combination of Carmilla’s firm hands working out the knots in her shoulders and Danny’s chest as her pillow put the younger girl to sleep in seconds. Which meant Laura never finished the last stack of worksheets. “I left them on my desk last night,” Laura clambered out of bed to the desk as well. The desk was startling clean, not a worksheet in sight, a stark contrast between the chaos from last night.
A low chuckle made both of them turn around. Carmilla was leaning against the mini fridge with a glass of blood in her hand. “I told you, I’d take care of everything,” she drained her glass and rinsed it in the sink. “I handed all your worksheets in for you already. Go back to bed, Big Red.”
“But Carm, I didn’t finish the last few before I went to bed!” Laura gasped.
“Relax,” the vampire sauntered over and grabbed both of their hands and tugged them closer. “I’ve been around a long time. I know a thing or two about chemistry. I finished the other worksheets.”
Both of her girlfriends smiled back at her. “Don’t look at me like that. Stop. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Thanks babe,” Danny grinned and wrapped her arms around the vampire, dwarfing her completely. “You’re adorable you know.”
“Don’t call me that, vampires aren’t cute, ” Carmilla grumbled, her voice muffled.
“You’re just a big softie, Carm.” Laura squeezed her way into the hug, her face glowing.
“I told you I’d take care of it. Now can we please get back to bed?”
Master Post of Carmilla Fanfic by Aria/RunWithWolves
Hiatus got you down? As promised here’s a list of all 40 fics (160,000 words of Hollstein goodness) that I’ve written.Hopefully there’s something for everyone. Semi-organized by category for your reference.
Fluff - who doesn’t love some Hollstein sappiness? Creampuff approved to create sappy smiles.
- You want Carmilla rescuing Laura from evil spiders in the laundry room? Try For Fear of Spiders
- You want aggressive salesman Laura selling girl scout cookies with tiny Laf? Try Just Buy the Cookies
- You want barely friends Carmilla and Laura literally glued together including obligatory shower scene? The Sticking Incident is for you
- You want adorable sticky note conversations between broody Carmilla and some girl (Laura) on the day shift who stole her mug? Try The Mug Thief *Authors Choice
- You want Carmilla covered in kittens, too tired Laura, and an ill-placed canoe? Go for Kitten Kisses *Readers Choice
- You want not-a-creeper tattoo artist Laura, bikini-clad drunk Carmilla, and Hollstein neighbours? Read Tattoos and Bikinis
- You want Laura literally falling into Carmilla’s lap and a spunky older gentleman giving love advice? Try Strangers on a Bus
- You want a Laura desperate for cookies and a Carmilla who ate them all? Go for How to Avoid Kale
- You want Hollstein neighbours shooting nerf guns and marshmallow guns and water guns at each other? Read War of the Windows
- You want Carmilla’s cat to keep bringing home some mysterious girl’s underwear, slowly driving Carmilla insane with who it belongs to? Go for Drawer of Lingerie
Myths and Fairytales - because sometimes you just need a Hollstein happily ever after
- You want sassy Laura barging into Carmilla’s castle with a rose and demanding a curse be lifted from her father? Try the Beauty and the The Beast redo, Beauty in A Beast ft Catmilla
- You want cupid Laura bound and determined to find vampire Carmilla’s soulmate even if Carmilla doesn’t want her too? Read Stalked By Cupid *Readers Choice
- You want totally-in-love Laura and a tiny fluffy kitten Catmilla with a side of jealousy and witches? Give the Princess and the Frog twist, The Princess and the Kitten, a read.
- You want Goddess of Spring Laura accidentally being kidnapped by Lord of the Dead Carmilla for a Hades/Persephone AU? Read Queen of the Underworld *Authors Choice
Inside Carmilla Karnstein -I just really like writing from Carmilla’s perspective, okay? Includes vampire history aus and Countess Karnstein
- You want a Carmilla whose vampirism allows her to die and then come back to life each time? Read Nine Lives to Die
- You want a behind the scenes look at what Carmilla did after Laura asked her to the Zeta party until she walked in the doorway with champagne? Try Date Like it’s 1698
- You want each episode written in an extremely snarky tone in Carmilla’s diary? Give Dear Creampuff a go (only 9 eps in)
- You want lots and lots of dancing Carmilla as she moves through time? Read The Right Partner
Cops or Superheroes Au - nothing like a good bout of crime fighting and a mystery to get flirty Hollstein roaring to life
- You want Laura as a detective and Carmilla as the flirty annoying writer following her around as they try to solve murders? Read Write Me A Murder
- You want a Laura who doesn’t have superpowers trying to navigate a school for the superpowered featuring asshat with superstrength Carmilla? Try Powerless
- You want FBI agent Carmilla trapped in a bank/bomb heist and sending flirty notes to the hostage negotiator Laura who talks incessantly about cupcakes? You’ll want Don’t Let Go
- You want supervillain Carmilla and superhero Laura being arch-enemies and yet their alter egos are roommates? Read Beneath the Boots and Leather *Readers Choice
Hollstein Life - stories that varied in theme and plot but come down to Hollstein being Hollstein and in love and together
- You want vamp Laura going through a photo album and telling stories about her adventures with Carmilla including hilarious canoeing, evil IKEA desks, and kittens in suitcases? Read A Live Well Lived
- You want Hollstein becoming friend in kindergarten and then growing up together while getting into all kinds of trouble? Try Loving Trouble
- You want mortal Laura and immortal Carmilla trying to figure out their lives and how to handle forever? Read Dandelion Promises
- You want surly Carmilla giving Laura piano lessons, a tiny girl in a tutu, and music as words? Please read Teach Me to Play *Authors Choice
- You want a story about the thoughts in our head when we see a stranger on the subway but are too afraid to speak to them? Read Missed Connections
- You want Laura, her father, and eventually Carmilla leaving letters on Laura’s mother’s tombstone? Check out Until We Meet Again
Soulmates - because who doesn’t love some soulmate Aus. Usually twisted from the typical soulmate version or an original idea
- Technically Stalked by Cupid from myths above belongs here too
- You want the scars from one person to show up only on the body of their soulmate featuring a Carmilla who is scarless for centuries and a Laura who will only wear long sleeves? Read all 12,000 words of Scars Inside *Authors Choice
- You want a timer soulmate au where Carmilla meets a tiny five year old Laura on her first day of school and suddenly finds her timer has started counting down to the moment they fall in love? Try A Broken Pocketwatch *Readers Choice
- You want an au where a mirror will let you see your soulmate every year on your birthday but everyone is convinced there’s been a mistake when 21th century Laura sees 17th century Carmilla in the mirror? Read The Mirror Between Us *Readers Choice and Authors Choice
I Don’t Have a Category - I couldn’t figure out where else to put these
- You want a LaFerry fic where Laf is a ghost and keeps stealing substance from Carmilla so that Perry can touch her? Read Define Death
- You want saving Laura to be the only reason Carmilla would ever willingly get back inside the coffin ft so much angst? Brace for Coffin of Starlight
- You want possibly the zaniest-funniest thing I’ve written as Laura is angry because Carmilla thinks her blood tastes gross and spits it out instead of killing her? Read False Advertising *Authors Choice
Other AU Tropes - From reincarnation to amnesia to clockwork, all the fanfic tropes we love so well and a few I made up
- Hearts Au: You want tiny literal hearts to pop up every time Carmilla looks at Laura and all Carmilla wants is for Laura to NEVER SEE THEM? Read Love is Orange *Readers Choice
- Amnesia Au & SexWorker Au: You want the girl that haunts Mircalla’s dreams to show up for a session ft the most innocent sexworker au you will ever read? Try Find You In the Dark
- Fake Marriage Au & Political Au: You want politician Carmilla to have to get engaged to someone for her campaign and ends up with her long time best friend Laura? Read Marriage of Convenience *Readers Choice
- BrokenSoul Au: You want Carmilla’s soul to be trapped in the pit and Laura and the scooby gang have to figure out how to put her back together? Check out Colours of A Soul
- Reincarnation Au: You want Laura to keep coming back as Carmilla lives on ft the ending letter that creampuffs love? Read The One Who Loves Her Next
- Clockwork Au: You want Laura and Carmilla to each have creatures made of clockwork (dragon and cat respectively) that represent their souls? Read all 10,000 words of Silver and Gold *Author’s #1 Choice
Readers Choice based on kudos, comments, bookmarks, and survey. Authors Choice are my picks.
Hope you enjoy, cupcakes! Always love hearing which ones are your favs!
Light travels faster
than sound.I know this
because I felt your warmth
long before
my heart told me
to adore you.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
But if dreams come true; then so do nightmares.
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