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Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein Chapter 6/7: Chocolate with Vanilla Icing and Mint Sprinkles (Christmas) Rating: T, Total Word Count: 5310 (WIP) Chapter Tags: Christmas, Baking

Carmilla sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee as she waited for the oven to ping. She let her thoughts wander, and unsurprisingly they wandered to last year’s Christmas. A lot had changed in only one year.

Last year, she’d come here feeling like an intruder. She’d barely known Laura, and hadn’t known Sherman at all. And they hadn’t known her, but made a place for her where she fitted more comfortably than she’d imagined she could. In that place she’d fallen for Laura, hard and fast. It had made her cautious the first week she’d been here. She hadn’t wanted to make Laura feel uncomfortable and regret inviting her, and she definitely hadn’t wanted Sherman to think she might be a danger to his daughter. The man was a force to be reckoned with.

She smiled into her mug when she remembered the last minute gifts Laura had managed to find for her: a Tardis mug, twin to Laura’s own so Carmilla would stop stealing it; a collection of 17th century poems, a lot of which were overrated in Carmilla’s opinion, but she’d been touched by how well Laura seemed to know her; and somehow Laura had found a book with tips on how to keep your dorm clean. Sherman had looked confused by that one, but Carmilla had chuckled and promised she’d read it, even if she couldn’t promise actually using it.

The oven pinged and Carmilla was startled out of her reverie. She put her coffee down and quickly grabbed the oven mitts to get the cupcakes out. She set them on the counter and looked them over. They didn’t look too bad for a first attempt. Some of them were a little lopsided, and one had spilled over the edge of its cup, but they weren’t burned.

Her initial plan had been to buy cupcakes, as she usually did, but Laura and Sherman lived in a small town, which meant only the churches were open on Christmas. Feeling mildly panicked, she’d looked up a recipe on the internet, and then conspired with Sherman to get Laura out of the house so she could get baking.

Mentally crossing her fingers that the cupcakes are not still raw on the inside, Carmilla grabbed the ingredients for the vanilla icing. The recipe made it look easy, and the picture made it look delicious, but she had no illusions that she could make it look like that. She just hoped for something that tasted good, even if it didn’t look amazing.

And that’s exactly what she got. The icing looked great, silky smooth, when still in the bowl, but when she scooped it onto the cupcakes, both she and the cakes quickly became a mess. Too late she realized she probably should’ve let them cool a little longer. With a shrug and a sigh, Carmilla grabbed the green, minty sprinkles and carefully dropped a couple into the icing on each cupcake. The recipe warned about overdoing it, you didn’t want cupcakes that tasted like toothpaste, after all.

When the cupcakes were all decorated more or less to her liking, she placed them on a plate, and started on the cleaning. She had no idea when Sherman and Laura would be back, and she didn’t want them to come back to a messy kitchen.

Cleaning allowed her mind to wander to last year’s Christmas again. She’d slept on a mattress on the floor of Laura’s room. Every night she’d waited until Laura was asleep, then turned to face the girl and watched her sleep until sleep finally caught her, too. She’d been aware it was a little creepy, but since Laura didn’t know, she’d figured it couldn’t hurt. This year she was sleeping right next to Laura, in her bed, with Laura fully aware that her girlfriend watched her sleep. And each morning she woke up with Laura in her arms, or she in Laura’s. It was a definite improvement.

She had put away the last spoon, and was starting on making a new pot of coffee when she heard the key in the front door. Laura and Sherman came in with a lot of noise, stamping the snow off their boots, Laura talking, both of them sighing at the comfortable warmth of being inside.

‘Carm? What’s that smell?’ Laura called out. The quick padding of socked feet approached the kitchen.

Carmilla stood by the kitchen table, hands squeezing the back of one of the chairs.

‘Oh my god!’ Laura yelled. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of the cakes. She glanced between them and Carmilla, then grinned. ‘Did you make these?’ she asked. Her eyes sparkled and she slid across the kitchen floor until she was next Carmilla, then dropped into a chair.

‘I did,’ Carmilla said, taking the chair next to Laura’s.

‘They look and smell amazing,’ Sherman said as he walked into the kitchen, and sat down in the chair on Laura’s other side.

‘Let’s hope they’ll taste just as great.’ Carmilla gave them both a tentative smile.

‘Can I?’ Laura asked, her hand already hovering over the cupcakes.

Carmilla nodded. She held her breath as Laura picked up a cupcake and took a bite.

‘Oh my god,’ Laura groaned. ‘These are amazing! Dad, try one!’

‘Don’t mind if I do.’ Sherman grabbed the nearest cake, then hummed and nodded approvingly to Carmilla.

Carmilla released her breath and relaxed in her chair, quickly schooling her expression into one of nonchalance. She knew she could do it.

She grabbed a cupcake for herself, took off the sprinkles, not being a fan of mint, and took a bite. She had to admit they weren’t bad. In a couple years, she might even rival Perry’s baking skills.

Laura quickly polished off the first cupcake, then grabbed another.

‘I really love these,’ she said. She dove in and pressed a quick and sticky kiss to Carmilla’s cheek. ‘And I love you. Thank you.’

‘What would Christmas be without cupcakes?’ Carmilla asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Like most other people’s Christmases,’ Sherman teased.

‘Pffft,’ Laura snorted and waved her hand. ‘Why would we want other people’s Christmases? Ours is much better.’

Carmilla’s lips tugged up into a smile. She couldn’t agree more.

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Carmilla and Laura's first anniversary? Pretty please?

Laura Hollis/Carmilla KarnsteinRating: T, Word Count: 1154Fluff, Established Relationship, Canon Universe, Post Series, Inaccurate Portrayal of a Lab in a Field I Know Almost Nothing About, POV Laura♥Read on AO3

It’s All for You

Laura stretches, groaning, then sighing when something inher back pops and settles in the right place. She checks her phone and grins. Beingable to sleep in is such a rarity these days, even on the weekends, thatgetting two extra hours feels amazing. Now that she’s awake, though, she’ll onlyhave a couple minutes before her bladder will force her to get up. She’s going to take full advantage ofthem. Rolling into Carmilla’s spot,she buries her face in the pillow. Her girlfriend smells so good; she’sstopped wondering why Carmilla kept stealing that yellow pillow, a while ago.

When the bladder issue becomes too pressing, she groansand kicks the covers off. After a quick visit to the bathroom, she looks aroundtheir room. She’s up now, and what to do? Shecould clean. The room isn’t muchbigger than the one they’dshared that first, apocalyptic year at Silas, and it wouldn’t take very long. Or she could starton that paper for Medieval English Lit, or those three chapters she has to readfor Photo Journalism before Tuesday. But on her Friday off, free from classesand work, and an entire weekend still before her, her assignments don’t feel very urgent.

What else is there? She sits down on the bed and grabsher phone. She doesn’tunlock it, just stares at the picture of a reading Carmilla she has as her lockscreen, and the date and time written across Carm’sforehead: October 15th. The date sounds familiar, important, butnothing comes to mind. She throws the phone on the bed, and drops next to it.As her head hits the pillow, a memory hits her: Carmilla’s grimy and tear-streaked face leaning over her.

They hadn’twanted their anniversary to be on the date of Laura’s death and the narrow avoidance of the world beingoverrun by hell spawn, so they’ddecided on the day after, October 15th. Which is today.

‘Oh no,’ Laura whispers. ‘Shit! Shit! Oh god!’ She jumps up and throws on the firstset of clothes she finds. Grabbing her bag and keys, she races out the door. ‘I’m theworst girlfriend ever!’

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Laura almost cries with relief when she comes back to theroom and Carmilla isn’t thereyet. Her last class of the day, Philosophy, sometimes ends early, and Laura hadbeen dreading having to explain forgetting their anniversary. Now, she won’t have to. Hopefully. She’ll probably tell it as joke on nextyear’s anniversary.

She has a very optimistic thirty minutes to geteverything ready. It should be enough. She might even have enough time for ashower. 

Packing the food and drinks in the basket, putting theflowers in a vase, straightening the bed, and shoving some of the mess underthe bed, is done with an efficiency that surprises her. She doesn’t even hit her elbows against theshower wall, which happens on her best days. Maybe it’s all those early classes; they’ve trained her to be super focused and efficient whenthere’s a time limit. She hits herknee against the side of the desk as she steps into her dress and hisses inpain. Or maybe not.

She’s ballingup the tissue she used for lips, when Carmilla steps into the room, tired butsmug looking, probably from giving her Philosophy professor another headache.Laura shoves the tissue under a pillow, and takes what she hopes is a seductivepose on the bed, leaning back and chest forward. Carmilla drops her bag by thedoor, some of her books spilling out. She doesn’t seemto have noticed Laura or the flowers yet. When she finally does, a smile lightsup her face.

‘Youlook very pretty, cupcake,’ shepurrs, pecking Laura on the lips on her way to the flowers.

Laura follows her and wraps her arms around Carmilla’s waist as Carmilla admires the bouquet,stroking the soft petals with her fingertips. She hooks her chin over Carmilla’s shoulder. ‘Happy anniversary, Carm.’

‘Thefirst of many.’ Carmilla turns her head andkisses Laura again, more firmly this time. ‘Are weon a schedule?’

‘Sortof,’ Laura admits. The heated look inCarmilla’s eyes make her wish theyweren’t.

‘And thefirst item is…?’

‘Youputting on something pretty that will also keep you warm.’

‘Are wegoing outside?’ Carmilla asks, glancing outthe window with concern. It’s beenraining a lot the past week, and while it’s notcold out, it’s not exactly pleasanteither.

‘I’m not telling. It’s a surprise.’

As Carmilla changes, Laura puts the finishing touches onthe picnic basket.

‘Andthis,’ Laura says, holding up ascarf.

Carmilla raises her eyebrows, but takes the scarf andslowly ties it around her head like a blindfold. ‘Do notlet me trip.’

‘I wouldnever,’ Laura assures her with agiggle. She hands Carmilla the basket, then starts guiding her girlfriend outtheir dorm and across campus.

It’s not along walk, and while the clouds are grey and swollen with rain, it’s not currently raining. Lauraignores the stares from her fellow students, focusing on making sure Carmilladoesn’t trip or misstep. It almostgoes wrong when they’rewalking up the final set of steps to their location, the ringing of the metalunder Carmilla’s boot surprising her andmaking her falter, but Carmilla’s humanreflexes are quick enough to save herself and their food. Laura takes thebasket and puts it down, then she turns Carmilla so she’s facing the right way.

‘You canlook now,’ she says, wringing herhands. She hopes Carmilla likes it.

Carmilla blinks in the low, bluish light. Her jaw dropswhen she takes in her surroundings.

As Laura had been getting the food, she’d run into a friend who studiesmarine biology. Remembering the giant fish tank in their department, she’d asked them to help her out.Convincing her friend hadn’t beenhard, convincing the people who were in charge and could actually give heraccess to the room was a little harder, but a lot of favours and some grovellingfinally did the trick. They’rehaving a picnic by the huge fish tank. During the day, when in use, the roomlooks like a basic lab, but with the lights low and the reflection of the waterrippling over the walls, it feels almost magical in here.

‘This isamazing,’ Carmilla grins. She touchesthe glass where one of the fish has swum up to them.

Laura breathes a sigh of relief. She sets out the blanketand the food, then pulls Carmilla down next to her.

‘How didyou manage this?’ Carmilla asks.

‘Byowing a lot of favours to a lot of people,’ Lauraadmits.

‘You didthat for me?’

Laura leans forward and rests their foreheads together. ‘I think we both know there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.’

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Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein ♥ Rating: G, Word Count: 2589 ♥ Human AU, Fluff, POV Laura

Part 9 of my 13 Days of Halloween series

Because of a snowstorm, Laura is stuck. She finds shelter at an inn where everyone seems a little out of place, the woman who runs the place and the girl she plays chess with in the evening. Except, according to Miss Belmonde, Laura is the only guest at the moment. So who is the girl?

‘Mmpho?’ Laura pulls her scarf away from her mouth. ‘Hello?’ ‘Close the door, darling. You’re letting the cold in.’ A woman appears from the office behind the front desk. ‘Sorry,’ Laura says, and pushes the door closed behind her. ‘I was wondering what a room would cost.’ ‘That would depend on how long you’re staying,’ the woman says. She looks elegant, almost stately, with shiny black hair and clothes that probably cost more than Laura’s tuition. Her voice is silky, seductive, but not like she’s trying to seduce you. No, she’s doing it because she knows the effect she has and thinks it’s fun. Not at all what Laura expected from a small inn high in the mountains.

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