“i’m not the hero” - a carmilla drabble x sketch
wow, a carmilla drabble in 2021! who would’ve thought? if you haven’t seen carmilla (a modern au on the original gothic lesbian vampire novella) i highly recommend.
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“Listen, babe, this is why I don’t do the whole… save the world thing.” Carmilla leaned the chair off the ground, balancing on the back two legs. “You end up getting in over your head and then by the time you realize that you’re actually not the daringly romantic savior you thought you were, it’s too late.”
“Don’t babe me.” Laura grimaced a little, pointedly ignoring the majority of Carmilla’s point. “We’re not friends.”
Carmilla stuck out her lower lip in a mocking pout.
Laura had never wanted to deck someone more. She turned back to her computer to keep herself from acting on the urge, taking a deep breath. The best course of action here was no action. She would ignore her infuriating roommate the best she could until her actual roommate was located, and then all of this would become one big, very odd nightmare.
Carmilla didn’t seem to approve of that plan. “Oh, come on.”
A single rolled-up sock hit Laura’s shoulder. Had her roommate from hell really throwing resorted to laundry? She glanced over her shoulder with a glare, pointing to the sock. “Pick it up.”
“No.”
“Do you get off on being the worst or something?” Laura stooped down with a huff, picking up the sock and marching over to aggressively throw it in the laundry bin. Just for kicks.
“No, but if you’re interested in learning,” Carmilla flashed her another syrupy smile, patting her own lap. “You could come here, and I’d give you a demonstration.” Typical.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I grow on people.” Carmilla returned to trying to balance the chair on its back legs.
“I highly doubt that.”
“Just like I highly doubt you’re going to find that party animal of an ex-roommate.”
Laura tried not to show how much the comment irked her. She would find Betty. Failure wasn’t even a possibility. Besides having to live with the knowledge that she’d somehow let her probably-hammered roommate wander away at a party to her own doom, Laura couldn’t get stuck with Carmilla as a new “forever roomie.” It was unthinkable. She was going to succeed with her mission whether Carmilla thought so or not.
“You should take my advice,” Carmilla called airily. “This path you’re going down only leads to pain and misery.”
“Thanks, but,” Laura gave her a pointed stare. “I’ve got pain and misery right now as it is. What’s a little more?”
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A little more turned out to be… a lot more, and Laura wondered if it was too late to take back the snarky comment she’d made.
Probably, seeing as Carmilla was already dead.
Or… kind of dead?
Laura wasn’t actually clear on that. Her mind was still a little fuzzy, in shock as it was after the whole hungry light, vampire sword showdown. All she knew was that as soon as Perry and Danny had set Carmilla’s lifeless body down on her bed, she’d leapt into survival mode.
Which, until this semester, was a mode she hadn’t even known she possessed.
After all, most university students didn’t start their freshman year thinking they’d have a vampire for a roommate. Or that they might end up developing a really inconvenient crush on said roommate.
In the aftermath of the resuscitation, though, the only one still finding it difficult to catch her breath was Laura herself. She didn’t want to let go of Carmilla, as if even blinking for a moment too long might reveal it was all a cruel trick.
Surprisingly, Carmilla didn’t seem to mind… although maybe that was just a side effect of being mostly dead in the bottom of a pit. Or the kiss. Laura hoped it was because of their kiss.
“I thought you didn’t do the whole ‘saving the world’ thing,” Laura managed to tease, gently prodding Carmilla with an elbow.
“Yeah, well,” Carmilla rolled her eyes, proving there was at least some part of her old attitude that even self-sacrifice couldn’t take away. “Sometimes I make exceptions when there’s a pretty girl in danger.”
“Oh, so this is a hero complex?”
“Careful, I still bite.”
That coaxed a smile out of Laura. “Considering your track record, I should probably be more afraid.” She still had the mark on her neck.
“You cannot hold that against me.” Carmilla sat up straighter in protest. “I saved everyone’s life.”
“Mmm,” Laura hummed, working up the courage to reach for Carmilla’s hand. “I’ll see about getting your record expunged.”
Her fingers finally reached Carmilla’s, and the other girl glanced down - surprised for a moment - before intertwining them.
They sat there, hands locked together, and for just a few moments, everything was fine.
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Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 11,324
Series: Tell Me You Love Me
Summary: Carmilla and Laura work at Buzzfeed. Everyone knows that they have broken up years ago, but no one knows exactly why. When comments start to pour in on recent videos about fans shipping the two, enjoying the moments they have on screen together, Lafontaine takes it upon themself to solve this mess once and for all, and get the two back together. Their plan? Handcuff them together for twenty-four hours. The result? They prayed for a miracle.
*takes off anonymous mask* mwahaha, I AM THE SECRET SANTA FOR YOU, VICKI. or @my-mechanical-heart. I had fun sending you messages and talking with you throughout the holiday. hope your day went well and that you like this fic! excited to know what you think!! also special thanks to @nootvanlis for doing this secret Santa thing, she’s a babe. love yah.
I'm going to bed now.
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Hi everyone I’ve never shared a fan fiction on here before so stick with me. I don’t know where this idea really came from but it arrived and now I’ve started writing it. Here’s the first chapter of my Mabifica High School AU. It’s going to be emotional, it’s going to have dry humor, but most of all Pacifica Northwest is going to learn to love herself. Here’s the summary:
Kissing a girl was totally all it was cracked up to be and more. For Pacifica Northwest, what she knew wasn’t only a kiss, would spiral into the complete destruction of life as she knew it in one fell swoop. Was she even a Northwest anymore? Would she ever see or talk to her parents again? Striped of her pride and literally everything else, she flees to the home of the only people she ever trusted and learns that life, while eternally difficult, presents beautiful moments just when one needs them the most. BTW I also have a Hollstein 1980’s spy AU that I’m working on, but am terrible about updating. So if you’re into that too, check it out.
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