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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Hot Springs (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,570

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, public, my shit writing, Ushijima being a beautiful man

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you and Ushijima got to spend proper time together, so when he suggests going to the hot springs for a date how could you refuse? Although, you two are doing a bit more than just enjoying the hot water.

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GUYS! I know it’s been a fucking minute😫 I’m still trying to get my shit together for school lmao. BUT I’ve been working on this fic for a while tbh, I was just never motivated to finish it until recently. I apologize in advance if it’s trash😂 BUT, I do have a couple of things to go over. First of all, thank you guys so much for being patient with me the past couple of weeks, I’ve definitely missed putting content out to you guys, I’ve just been super busy with life and school. Second of all, I know I have requests sitting in my inbox, I will do them. Eventually. The only reason why I’m even posting something new is because this story was already in the works, so since it’s done I decided to post it (it’s probably garbage idk lol). Third of all, I love you guys so much 😘😘😘😘 it’s been such a joy writing for you all, and I hope I continue to put out content you guys enjoy! As always, this story is dedicated to @sunshinewitchz because she’s the biggest Wakatoshi simp I know, and I love her so much and her endless support.

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think of it😊😊

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“- Would you like to go?” Ushijima’s deep voice filtered through your ears; although you only heard the last part, you had no idea what he had said beforehand.

“Hmm?” you finally looked up at him, the paint brush in your hand stilled.

A soft frown coated his lips, sometimes you were far too engrossed in your art projects. Usually he didn’t mind, today was different though. It had been two weeks since the last time he had seen you, both of you far too busy to make time to spend together.

Of course, he would want your undivided attention, he missed you.

“I’m sorry Toshi, what were you saying?” you smiled sheepishly at him, carefully setting down the paintbrush, your eyes focused on him completely now.

“The hot springs. Do you want to go?” He asked again, his eyes flickering over your face.

Your lips pursed, your brain wracking through the dates to make sure you didn’t already have a prior commitment. “When?”

He let out another sigh, Ushijima loved you deeply, but when painting was involved… well, you were in a completely different world to the point that it was hard to hold a conversation with you.

But he also loved your passion for it, he loved how talented you were, how confident you were in your skills. It was proven time and time again whenever you produced your master pieces.

Although, all your artwork in his eyes were masterpieces.

You were the best masterpiece of all. Ushijima could stare at you for hours, he could watch you paint for hours, but right now, he wanted to be your sole focus.

“Do you want to go to the hot springs with me tomorrow?” he asked once more.

“Okay.” You smiled brightly at him, you didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, except to drop off a painting. Any chance you got to spend with Ushijima you would take.

“Okay.” he repeated, a soft smile coating his lips. “Finish up, we’ll go get food once you’re done.”

You definitely loved Ushijima.

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“Ushijima-senpai! Y/n-senpai!” Goshiki exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here!?”

“Your grandma asked for a commission piece! I’m just dropping it off now.” You smiled widely. “I didn’t know you would be here today!”

“I-I’m just visiting.” he stuttered out, his eyes awkwardly flickering over to Ushijima who paid him no mind, his eyes scanning the outer exterior of the house.

“I need to collect the money; do you know where she is?” You asked sweetly.

“She’s out in the garden, please come in.” He said awkwardly, stepping aside.

“I won’t be long Toshi!” You said cheerfully, pardoning yourself before you entered the home, leaving Goshiki and Ushijima standing at the entrance.

“This is nice wood, is it oak?” Ushijima asked suddenly, his eyes tracing over the large door.

“I don’t know Senpai…”

Silence once again surrounded them, but like you had said, the exchange didn’t take too long as you came walking up to the volleyball players cheerfully.

“All set Toshi! Let’s head out yeah?” you smiled up at him.

He nodded before taking your hand into his and waving goodbye at the male.

“Bye Goshiki! See you around!” you called out behind your shoulder.

Sometimes it was a wonder how you and Ushijima ended up together. The concept of “opposites attract” seemed to be in play for this.

Your bright and bubbly personality contrasted greatly with his. Ushijima’s blunt and rough exterior was the complete opposite of your gentle and easygoing one.

However, you guys shared one trait, and that was the undeniable confidence you guys had in your skills. Ushijima with volleyball, and you with art.

But despite the contrasting personalities, your relationship worked, the love and respect you guys had for one another was always present.

“That was really nice of that lady to give us our own spring. I didn’t even know that a place like this could have private ones!” You said happily as you guys walked towards the changing rooms.

“Yeah.” Ushijima nodded briefly, “see you in a bit.”

You grinned at him widely before skipping off into your own changing room.

You bummed softly to yourself as you began undressing. The showers felt incredible against your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh in content, a trip to the hot springs was something that you definitely needed after working so hard on your commissions.

You carefully wrapped yourself in the towel and started heading towards the spring. The change in temperature caused a shiver to run through your body, shuddering gently as the steam curled around your damp shoulders. You breathed in the soft scent of earth, sighing softly as your body relaxed in the hot springs air.

Your eyes scanned over the area, before pausing on a figure that left your heart racing and your stomach flipping.

Ushijima paid no attention to his surroundings; his stare was focused on the scenery before him. But that gave you plenty of time to drink in the tall male before you.

He was truly the most beautiful person you’ve ever met before. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles were completely exposed to your greedy eyes.

How you ended up with such a beautiful man was beyond your comprehension.

“What are you waiting for?” His deep voice filtered through the air, your gaze met his olive eyes and you felt your face flush immediately.

“Just appreciating the view.” You said cheekily before dropping your towel and settling yourself down into the water.

A long sigh escaped your lips as you submerged yourself completely. This was heaven; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been to the hot springs, and the fact that you got to spend it with the man you loved the most, it was definitely pure heaven.

“The scenery is very nice here.” he agreed, eyes scanning over the area once more.

You laughed softly at his statement, your hand gently pressing into the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I wasn’t talking about the scenery. I was talking about you Toshi.”

Ushijima felt his expression soften considerably as he looked down at you. You were resting your head against his arm, your eyes closed in absolute bliss.

This time Ushijima decided to scan over you, and fuck… you were the best thing he’s ever seen.

His eyes drank in every inch of your beautiful face, his gaze trailing over the strands of wet hair clinging to your face, wrapping around your collarbone and then your shoulders and…

Oh.

He shamelessly stared at your exposed breasts. He could feel his heart rate beginning to pick up as he started to register in his mind that you… no both of you were extremely bare to one another.

Ushijima couldn’t understand this sudden shyness that began to bubble up in his gut. He had seen you bare so many times before, he’s touched you so many times before, he’s had you in every way that he could think of; and yet… What was this sudden rush of arousal spiking through his blood right now?

Your eyes fluttered open and met intense olive colored ones staring right back. You felt your mouth go dry, your stomach twisting in a way that was all too familiar.

The only times Ushijima has ever looked at you like that was when…

“What is it, Wakatoshi?” You teased slightly, the flush in your face was something that you could blame on the hot water, not the fact that your hunk of a boyfriend was blatantly staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

“You’re beautiful.” he said simply, reaching out to tug on a strand of your wet hair. His strong, thick fingers gently began trailing against the skin of your throat, skimming across your collarbone. Despite the hot water, you couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle touch.

“I meant… is there something that you want Wakatoshi?” You asked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at him through your lashes.

“You. Always you.” he answered simply; his large hand curving gently around your jaw, cupping your face carefully.

Your stomach twisted pleasantly, an all too familiar burn bubbling deep within your gut, but also... your heart. Once again you were in awe of the man before you, the amount of love you held for him was far too much for your heart to contain, bubbling up and spilling over the longer you looked at him.

“You have me.” you said quietly, carefully pressing yourself closer to him, your hands rested gently against the bare skin of his chest, strong and oh so broad.

“Then kiss me.” he demanded, olive eyes burning into yours. Love and passion could clearly be seen in them.

So, you did. Your hands grabbing at his strong jaw, forcing him to stoop down to your level so you could properly kiss him.

Kissing Ushijima was possibly the best thing on the planet, his lips were full and strong as they moved against yours, unhurried, but incredibly needy and forceful.

His tongue licked against your mouth, hot and wet and deliciously perfect. You eagerly pressed yourself against his large body, melting against him completely. You were too hot, your body overheating immediately.

It was from the hot springs, right? Not from the hunk of a man that was currently grabbing at your bare waist and yanking you tighter against him, right?

Your head spun dizzily, pleasure rippling through your body, a soft whimper tearing through your throat as you felt his growing member press tight against your thigh.

Ushijima heard you, his grip on your body tightened slightly as he continued to devour your mouth. He began moving you, carefully backing you up further away from the deep end of the hot spring, and then your body was being lifted up until you were no longer in the hot water, rather, you were now sitting on the ledge of the hot springs.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your nipples hardening into pebbles under Ushijima’s watchful eyes.

From your perched position on the rocks you could easily kiss Ushijima and he could easily…

“W-What are you doing?” you whimpered out, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your heart was racing, faced flush, as you stared at the tall male.

His large hands were gripping your thighs, carefully moving them apart, his eyes gazing hungrily at your weeping cunt.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked slowly, and then he was stooping down until his face was between your legs… a hot, fat, tongue sliding up your slit.

You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned back on one of your elbows, your hand covering your mouth shot out and tangled into his damp hair.

Ushijima hummed slightly, tongue gently flickering against your throbbing clit.

He wanted to do this here? Now?

A thick finger slid easily into your wet entrance, causing your thighs to tremble at the sudden intrusion.

Apparently yes. Yes, he did.

When you finally opened up your eyes, the scene before you was absolutely sinful. Your swollen lips parted in awe as you made eye contact with Ushijima.

His pupils were dilated, the soft olive color completely gone. His wet hair clung to his face, you could see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he continued to eat you out.

How was he so fucking perfect?

“Toshi… please.” you begged, pressure beginning to build up, you were so close, but you wanted him. You wanted his thick cock to stretch you out completely right now.

“Is there something you want?” he asked, voice deep and thick with arousal. His plush lips were wet, coated in your slick.

Oh fuck.

How did he look so fucking good between your legs?

“You. Please. No more foreplay, I want you inside me already, please.” you trembled, watching as he stood to full height.

Your eyes greedily ran down his naked body. He was just so… so fucking big, in so many ways.

The strong muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, stood proudly on display for you. But as your eyes traveled lower; you could almost drool over the sight of his erect cock, standing proud and ready to be engulfed in your tight heat.

His fist enclosed over his hard member, pumping up and down his shaft a couple of times before he finally stepped between your trembling legs. Carefully rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds, your eyes fluttered at the touch.

But then with a quick snap of his hips he entered you, bottoming out immediately.

His lips slammed down against yours, muffling the loud moan that was about to escape your lips.

Fuck, you were so full. No matter how many times Ushijima had you, you could never quite get used to his large size.

It was almost too much. But he knew that, which was why he waited for a moment, allowing you the time to get used to thick intrusion.

One of his large hands grabbed at your hip, the other was resting near your head against the ground.

After a few moments, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, a silent invitation that he could start moving.

Ushijima didn’t even hesitate, his hips snapping forward, his cock pressing into the deepest part of your tight heat.

The pace of his thrusts was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck you, despite the fact that you guys were at a hot spring.

“Do you hear that?” he murmured; soft squelching could be heard from your lower region. You were absolutely soaked, drenching his thick cock as he slid in and out of you perfectly.

You gripped at his broad shoulders helplessly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you trembled under his large body.

It was too much… the hot springs, his body, his kisses, the grunts that were coming from his lips, the fact that your boyfriend was fucking you in a public place…

“I’m close.” you squeaked out, nails digging into his skin. The familiar burn, the ache for release; was coming up quickly.

His deep thrusts began to speed up, his hips hammering into you.

“Then cum.” he demanded, his hand reaching down to rub harshly at your swollen clit.

So, you did, gushing around him easily, your slick coating his hard member. He grunted loudly, immediately pulling himself out of you, his fist once again enclosing around his member as he hurriedly pumped himself, searching for release.

Thick ropes of his warmth shot onto your lower belly, hot and heavy against your skin.

You watched tiredly as he brushed the wet hair away from his forehead, his eyes trailing over your bare body, a soft expression easily covering his face now. Carefully he pulled you back into the water, situating you on his lap easily as you rested your head against his strong chest.

You sighed in content as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you Wakatoshi.” you said quietly, you peered up at him, a sweet smile coating your lips.

“I love you too.” he said eyes flickering down at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

A trip to the hot springs was definitely a good idea.

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earendilslight · 3 years

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Soooo, I've been simping Thresh since 2014 and now I finally can be open about my love for him because of the cinematic, and since I'm about to apply for the C1 Cambridge certification and I'm in desperate need to practice my writing, it's a perfect time to write fanfics with Thresh 💖

It's just a very little text, maybe, if it gets enough love I'll turn it into an actual fanfiction. But in the mean time, enjoy!

Also, if you happen to notice any mistake let me know!

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He came out of the shadows, where the dim light could reveal his features. It was a tall man, with long dark hair, dressed all in black, from the elegantly fixed necktie to the long-leathered trench coat that covered him down to the knees, a common attire used by the upper classes in Noxus. His face was slim, almost as the shape of the tip of a spear, with sharp cheekbones and a mouth that looked incredibly flexible as he smiled pettily at me. But it was not his smile that shocked me, no, it was his eyes. Eyes that shone like green, supernatural flames, like something evil lingered behind his mortal appearance.

The gaze of the monster in my nightmares. It was the same eyes that had terrified me for as long as I could remember, and now they were there, in the form of a devilman who smiled at me with cruel intentions. I suppressed a gasp, with trembling fingers, grasping at my robe while taking a step back.

I was petrified. How was I supposed to know this was the creature I pretended to make a deal with? I wonder If I would've been so bold to come here if I had known.

"Having second thoughts, miss?" he asked. His voice was deep, dark. The whisper of a phantom "You are indeed right to be frightened. Your soul would be in constant agony, roaming forever inside the lantern. Your friend made a choice, a very foolish one, I must say, and now he must pay the price of his own naive decisions. There is no point in wasting your life as a prisoner nor I'd like to carry a soul like yours."

"A soul like mine?" I said, trying to sound confident, but I could barely utter any words without stuttering.

"Do you wish to spend eternity in the lantern?" he asked, ignoring my question.

"No!" I replied almost immediately, without hesitation. The man looked pleased, even though there was barely a change in his expression.

"Then leave this place at once." He turned around,walking back to the inside of the house.

I realized how much of a mistake I'd made almost too late. I had been so scared that I was about to bail my plan and abandon Charles to his fate. I would never see him again, it didn't matter what choice I made. The only difference would be that, if I could convince that man to take me instead of him, Charles could be free and we could actually find a way to release myself and every other soul trapped in there. He, from outside, while I researched closely to the monster. And even so, I was shaking. Until that point, I hadn't considered the whole implications of being at the services of this devil, and the possibility of dying or, in the worst case scenario, spending the entire eternity in agony, was terrifying. But, hadn't Charles made sacrifices for me too? He was the only family I had left. The thought of my little brother suffering forever was unbearable, wasn't I supposed to be the one to protect him?

I couldn't abandon him like this...

"Wait!" I cried, so hard that it echoed across the entire yard and inside the manor. The man stopped at the door, turning slowly, first his head, then his whole body, now barely a silhouette in the dim light, staring at me without moving a muscle. I had my hand extended towards him, like trying to reach for his own, and I realized he was observing my gesture.

"Maybe... I could be of use outside the lantern..." I muttered, not even sure of what I was saying. He chuckled, almost amused with my comment. It was a muffled sound, not even a laugh.

"How come?" He asked with curiosity. Now I had his attention. It might have been a ridiculous thought, but I was starting to believe it could work.

"You're new to Noxus, sire" I said, straightening my back with an almost futile intention to appear confident. "People here talk a lot. In fact, most of them are already wondering who this mysterious visitor is. Where did he come from? What does he want? Noxus it's not a place who treats kindly it’s visitors, especially those who appear out of thin air and might be dangerous"

"Oh, I assure you, miss, I do not fret a bunch of drunken peasants who might try to trespass. Believe me, they are right to consider me a treat".

"I also consider you someone with a plan" I replied rapidly, getting to keep his eyes on me, and now, he seemed kind of... surprised "You don't strike me as a man who just wanders around this city in search for souls to torture. I believe you are here for a reason..."

He turned completely around, with an annoyed expression in his sharp face. As if I were a ridiculous fly trying to explain to a deadly spider how to seam its web.

"Your reasons are unknown to me" I continued "but I do know that once the people of Noxus begin to suspect you, Gods forbid, those who roam in the shadows, you would be the target of much more dangerous creatures than just drunken peasants."

It was true, actually. Unfortunately, Noxus was a city where you could disappear while walking back home just for people to find your dead body around the market the next morning and no one would bat an eye for you. Not to mention the multiple cults that made human sacrifices to the forgotten deities, besides robbers, assassins, rapists, the spirits that still roamed the streets late at night. Not to mention people had seen members of the Black Rose being more active than before. If this man was careless enough, some of them would notice, sooner or later, that there wasn’t something right with him.

"And what does this have anything to do with the liberation of your dearest brother from the lantern? And with you not taking his place inside of it?"

"I can be of good use outside the lantern, like I said"

Oh, dear God, what was I doing?

"If you let him go, I will be at your service, sire. You can keep me alive, not... dead and I can do anything that implies going outside the manor. People would suspect much less if they see actual movement in the mansion. It's not weird for a lord to have people at his services, even if it's just one harmless housekeeper..."

He seemed… intrigued by my proposal. I could tell he was analyzing every word that came out of my mouth, trying to find a deeper meaning or maybe ulterior motives behind my desires. Keen eyes watching my every move and reaction, almost as piercing through the flesh, into the darkest parts of my soul.

"Imagine I agree to your proposition” he speculated “What makes you think I would just let you go outside as you please?" he started walking towards me. There was this dreadful air around him that made my skin crawl. Like my heart was sinking down my throat and my blood froze little by little in my veins, with every step he took down in my direction.

The glowing, flame-like eyes coming closer, slowly, like the inevitable march of time and death, until the man stood there, five meters away from me, and I could smell the scent of his clothing, carried by the wind. Incense and the sea. Not the dry wood and dust of the hills of Noxus, but a fragrance I almost had forgotten, the one I smelled when I was a child, in a ship...

"I'm pretty sure you have ways to keep me bound to this place" I said, without escaping his glaring and hiding under my robe my shaking hands, while he studied me like a specimen he was about to dissect. "I do not doubt you could trap my brother again, and me, if I betray you. Or to even kill me, if it comes that way"

Maybe he was amused by my daring, maybe he was surprised at how much of a imbecile I was. Either way, he didn't utter a sound. The wind started to blow, much more cold than before, a voice that sang between the trees and the grass, moving the branches of the cypresses and the oaks as if they were to start dancing with the breeze, dragging with it heavy, grey-colored clouds announcing the impending storm.

“Do you wish so much to become a prisoner?” the man asked once more. The surrounding darkness of the clouds made his eyes brighter, like wildfire in the middle of the sea, blurred by the mist of the bay. “To never set a food without being watched? To know the true depths of the despair that brings with it the lack of freedom?”

I smiled, softly. Even when his face showed no change, I could tell he was, at least, studious to my reactions. I believe he was expecting me to be frightened by this, or to a certain degree intensely disturbed. For better or worse, life hadn’t treated me kindly. Since I was ten years old I had been at the service of people who considered me little more than trash and a burden, the next master worse than the last. Ironical, isn’t it? Seemed life had prepared me to serve a monster.

“Sire, I have served my whole life as a prisoner. From one Master to another, I’ve been tied to Bilgewaters my entire life” I admitted, looking directly into his cold gaze and when thunder started to strike, his eyes weren’t dulled by their light. “I do not fret to serve one more time, even if it’s forever…”

There was something that changed in his air. I cannot point out what it was, but his semblance was different, as if the winds of the storm had finally made him feel cold, even though I doubt something like him would be able to feel coldness. His previous smile had disappeared, and his mouth was now a grimace, a straight line, which made the jailer look much more severe than he already was.

“What is your name, miss?” the man asked, with a muttered, calm voice, with both hands behind his back.

“Senara Raion, sire” I responded, trembling not only because that man made me feel paralyzed, but because a very thin but chilling rain had started to fall above us.

He stared at me, thoughtful, almost as if he were expecting a reaction on my behalf.

“Miss Senara, tell me…” Suddenly, he extended his hand towards me, with no alteration to his face. “Do we have a deal?”

I looked at his face, the diabolic eyes, his gloved hand. There was no turning back…

“We do, sire.”

Had I known the future consequences of my choice… I would’ve never set foot on that hill...

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Hope you liked it!

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theo-la-dora · 7 years

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Carmilla/ High School AU / Hollstein

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Every school has some sort of legend.

Be it the principal’s secret underground cult performing satanic rituals in the cellar below the theatre or the girl’s athletics team functioning as a cover for a pack of werewolves or just that corridor on the third floor where no light bulb seems to work fucking ever and even just thinking about it gives you the creeps.

Or you know, the library.

Carmilla Karnstein, for example, is Silas High’s very own legend – all dark and venom-tongued, scratchy voice and curse-laced poetry – and much like the third-floor corridor or the library, even thinking about her has students shiver with uneasiness. Perhaps her smile is too sharp, her teeth a little too gleaming. Perhaps her touch is too cool or her words too old. Or perhaps, just perhaps people simply like a good story.

So, when Laura Hollis shows up a few weeks into her senior year, people see a bright smile and a bubbly personality and immediately think good girl, think pink lips and lace collars, an ‘of course, Daddy’ and a curtsey. The Hollis girl, though, is a force to be reckoned with and she tells off Kirsch and Eisen for being pigs, comes out as gay, befriends half the school (and Kirsch after he apologizes) and joins the cheerleading team with an expressive backflip in less than a day and when she walks into her comparative literature class that same afternoon, every single person in the room knows her by name.

And when she walks up to the empty chair next to Karnstein’s desk and asks if the place is occupied, everyone seems to collectively stop moving.

Karnstein, though… The dark-haired girl looks up with a hooded gaze, tongue between her teeth and lets her eyes slowly assess the newcomer.

“Depends,” she says, “do you plan on being annoying? Because you look like it, sweetheart.”

“People tend to find me rather vexing,” Hollis replies cheerfully and holds up her lunchbox. “So… cupcakes?”

Taking a long, silent look from the offered pastries to the bright smile on the girl’s face during which the whole class quite possibly forgets to breathe, Karnstein finally picks one up, pink, glittery frosting coating black painted nails before she bites in.

“I guess you’ll do, creampuff,” she says after a full minute and removes her combat boot clad foot from the desired chair, still licking frosting from her lips.

Hollis just smiles and sits down to the furious whispers of students around them that Cochrane tries to quieten rather unsuccessfully.

That day another legend is born.

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“What are you writing?”

The answering look she gets from Karnstein is probably supposed to be deadly, but Laura is unfazed. “You look like a cat when you do that,” she informs the dark-haired girl who doesn’t look like she appreciates the comment.

“I can scratch like one, too.”

“Really?” With absolutely no concept of personal boundaries Laura takes the hand currently not busy with scribbling in a worn notebook and inspects the splintered black nail polish. “Looks pretty tamed to me.”

Her new seatmate blinks slowly, the afternoon sun catching in her eyelashes. “Are you trying to tell me something, cupcake?”

“My nails are short, too.”

“Devastating revelation there, sweetheart.”

The blonde girl opens her Veronica Mars themed folder and, picking up a sharp pencil, subsequently pokes her seatmate in the side. “Laura. My name is Laura.”

“Well, that’s nice.” She sounds like it’s anything but, so Laura takes her pencil and pokes her again – this time with the sharp bit.

“Ouch – fuck, are you trying to stab me with that?” The girl looks an interesting mix between feral and deeply offended and her enraged hiss even garners Cochrane’s attention who opens her mouth to chastise them, but then recognizes Karnstein’s face and Laura’s flushed smile, gulps and turns away as if nothing happened.

“What was that for?”

“You were ignoring me,” Laura informs her primly and the other girl snorts. “Usually people reply with their own names in an introduction. It’s only polite.”

“So, I don’t conform to your socially crafted views on good and bad once and almost get killed for it?”

“Are you a vampire then?” Laura asks curiously.

“Would I really be sitting here, tied up in this godforsaken class if I was?” The girl’s smile is provocative before it melts into a more suggestive smirk. It makes Laura blush. “Could be though, if you wanted me to.”

She gets the pencil for that again and while she’s angrily muttering under her breath about murder sadly not being a socially accepted option, Laura just shakes her head disapprovingly.

“You could have just told me your name, you know? Less painful for everyone involved.”

Karnstein scowls at her, ready to say something decidedly rude when Laura raises the pencil again and it mellows into a glower. “Carmilla,” she finally spits out. “My name is Carmilla. And didn’t you say you were not annoying?”

“Nope.” Laura just grins proudly, satisfied with the results.

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No one knows how it happened.

One day the two girls are just sitting next to each other in comparative literature – a class that attracts a suspiciously large audience in the hallways betting on the possible bloody outcome expected yet never met each time, the next Hollis drags small, dark and broody across half the cafeteria to force her to sit down with her, Perry and Lafontaine and while even the teachers wait for Karnstein to pull out the knife rumored to be hidden in her right boot, the girl just growls a bit menacingly behind her sunglasses and Kipling textbook before stealing the cookies off Hollis’ tray.

The glasses are Hollis’ before the meal’s over.

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“You look ridiculous, cupcake.”

“Says the girl wearing leather pants and a matching jacket when it’s about thirty degrees outside.” Laura blinks at the other girl over the rim of the stolen sunglasses that cover half her face and threaten to slip off her nose. “Honestly, how are you even alive?”

“By drinking the blood of my enemies,” Carmilla quips without looking up from her textbook. They’re sitting below an old oak tree outside the school building while the last students are leaving, the sounds of distant laughter and cars rushing off dying down until only a faint breeze remains.

“Oh, I heard about that.” Laura lets her chin rest on her propped-up knees and peers up at Carmilla with a small smile on her face, the glasses still on. “Corn syrup and food coloring, right?”

“What makes you think it wasn’t real blood, cutie?”

“Well, was it?”

Carmilla stills for a second before turning a page in her book. “You’re a curious one.”

“Is that a statement or a question?”

“Are you bringing out the pencils again? Because in that case, yes it was real blood and if you keep being annoying, you’re next.”

Laura squints up at her through the oversized glasses as if she’s solving a complex math problem. “Liar,” she finally says and it sounds almost fond.

The other girl looks up, her eyes catching the way the small hairs at the nape of Laura’s neck curl due to the heat and then immediately back down. “Yeah,” she drawls. “You’re definitely next.”

“I still got your sunglasses though.”

“So, this is extortion rather than just plain robbery?”

Laura’s smile is impish and she bites her lip before she replies. “What, I thought you gave them to me out of the goodness of your heart?”

“Do I look like a good person to you, sweetheart?” Carmilla bares her teeth in the facsimile of a smile, her canines just that bit too sharp in the way they catch the sunlight to be human and it’s obvious from the wariness in her eyes that she’s expecting Laura to jump up and run away screaming.

Laura, however, leans in curiously, tongue peeking out as she focuses on Carmilla’s face and while the object of her interest visibly holds her breath, Laura pokes the sharp tooth with her index finger as if to test that it’s real.

“What the fuck?” The dark-haired girl reels back, utter bewilderment written plainly across her face. “Do you want to get bitten, cupcake?”

Laura just grins smugly. “Yeah,” she says, putting the sunglasses back on Carmilla’s nose where they promptly slip off and drop to her lips. “You’re very scary.”

“I am death,” Carmilla protests, sounding almost petulant while her eyes flicker from Laura to her book and back as if she’s unsure what to focus on.

“Well then death is going to give me a ride home,” Laura announces, jumping up before motioning for Carmilla to do the same.

The girl just blinks at her slowly. “I’m not going to give you a ride, cutie.”

“Sure you are,” Laura calls over her shoulder while marching down the sidewalk towards the parking lot where a black motorcycle is the only vehicle left behind. “I made cupcakes.”

“This is not-” Carmilla growls frustrated, but gets up anyway, all the while cursing under her breath about tiny, annoying High School girls, the pro and cons to murder and why extortion is only fun when you’re the one doing it. When she finally arrives at her own damn motorcycle, Laura’s smile is smug and threatens to melt off her face from the oppressing heat.

“One word,” Carmilla threatens as she pushes her helmet over the blonde’s head, knocking it a few times just for good measure.

“Scared you’ll lose your air of mystery?”

Carmilla glowers before climbing on the bike, Laura behind her and clinging to her back. “I’m afraid I already did.”

+++

In the ensuing weeks, Laura Hollis is the bright sun next to Karnstein’s perpetual rain cloud and she drags her everywhere from cheerleading practice to lunch to GSA meetings with a bright smile and a box of cookies. She even makes her attend the newspaper club once, which –

It’s a complete disaster.

According to other members, Karnstein shows up with a baseball bat of undefined origin, a tome of Sumerian legends under her arm and the girl’s mere presence has the whole club practically shaking in their shoes with one freshman girl jumping out of the window as if it’s Mushroom Apocalypse 2.0 and the rest hiding behind their desks.

Laura simply replaces the baseball bat with candy, steals a pen from between Karnstein’s fingers and with a fresh, new notebook opened on her desk, she glances expectantly at the cowering students.

It goes downhill from there.

Because when they try and get on with the meeting, Karnstein keeps interrupting them with crude jokes and inappropriate renditions of the Twilight Zone theme when Natalie starts talking about the dreams she’s been having as a pitch for an article on spiritual awakening and only stops when Laura signs them both up for research on missing freshmen students in the library.

The rest of the club hopes that at least one of them gets sucked into the online catalogue.

They don’t.

+++

“So… you’re aware that Karnstein’s sleeping in your bed, right?” Lafontaine phrases the question as if they expect Laura to be surprised by that fact, but the girl just looks up from her laptop where she’s furiously editing her lit class essay, shoots a fond look at the mess of dark hair that’s peeking out from underneath her Doctor Who themed blanket and turns back to her screen with a shake of her head.

“Laura?” Lafontaine asks worriedly, still standing in the doorway with their laptop under one arm and a bowl of snacks in the other. They were supposed to study for midterms, but having Silas unholy nightmare in their friend’s bedroom was not a good recipe for concentration. “Karnstein’s. In. Your bed.”

“Yeah,” Laura mutters, shoving a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. “She just showed up a few nights ago, climbed in through the window and stole my pillow.”

“And you just what… let her?”

“Hit her with a spatula actually. Thought she was a vampire with all the window climbing, eyeliner and nocturnal sleep schedule, you know?”

“Yes!” Lafontaine’s voice sounds choked and on the verge of panic. “Vampire! Can we talk about that for a moment?”

“Talk about what?” Laura asks distractedly, a small frown line appearing between her brows as she peruses a particularly difficult passage – Beowulf has never been her friend, despite Kirsch’s enthusiasm for the book.

“Your roommate being a vampire?”

“What?”

“I mean the whole school has known that since the blood-in-the-milk-containers-cafeteria thing last year, but still…”

“That was just corn syrup and food coloring.”

“It wasn’t! I took samples, okay?”

Laura swivels around on her chair and looks Lafontaine dead in the eye. “Laf, the girl went to school with leftover cheerios in her hair yesterday because she has no idea how to eat properly. There’s no way she’s…”

The intro to My Chemical Romance’ ‘I Never Told You What I Do For A Living’ interrupts them and has both turn to look at the bed. First there’s some growling, then movement and then a pale hand sneaks out of the blanket’s confines, closely followed by a crunched-up nose and even more dark hair.

“Hello?” Carmilla croaks into her phone once she’s finally picked it up and Laura can’t help but smile at the way she stretches like a cat after a long nap. “Oh Hallo, Mattie. Was zur Hölle willst du denn jetzt schon wieder? Ich hab noch geschlafen – Nein, ich bin nicht zur Hause. Und nein, ich bin nicht auf einem Baum eingeschlafen. Das war einmal, okay? Hör auf mir das vorzuhalten.“ The girl flops back down on the bed with a groan while Laura and Lafontaine continue watching with interest. “Ne großartige Schwester bist du. Wirklich (1).”

“Is that German?” Lafontaine asks, curious despite their overwhelming fear.

Laura snorts and nods. “She thinks she’s being mysterious. One time I asked her what she told her sister because it sounded rather interesting and she just kept on turning up the volume on the stereo system.”

Carmilla glares at her at that and sticks out her tongue while listening to the other person on the line.

“Never should have allowed her to use her phone as a remote,” Laura mutters, chewing on yet another cookie. “With great power comes great responsibility. Remember that.”

“Was soll das heißen, die Pakete sind noch nicht angekommen? Die sollten doch schon vor zwei Wochen eintreffen. Ich hab Leute, die auf die Ware warten, Mattie…,” Carmilla slips out of the bed wearing only an oversized shirt that seems to be one of Laura’s and a pair of shorts. “Wie unglücklich. War es denn wirklich notwendig ihm alle Finger zu brechen? Zwei hätten nicht gereicht, oder wie? Nein… was soll das heißen? Ich werd nicht weich – und sie ist kein Spielzeug, Mattie. Ich lass nicht zu, dass du ihr wehtust.” The girl shoots Laura a look that turns from anxious to resolute in less than a second. “Darauf kannst du lange warten. Ja, wirklich. Sie ist was Besonderes, okay? Okay (2).”

She takes a deep breath before ending the call and marching out of the room, hesitating for just a second before she leaves for the bathroom. Lafontaine watches her go and then turns to Laura who is once again engrossed by her essay.

“What was that?” they ask, feeling like they’ve just stepped out of a rollercoaster ride with no idea how they got there.

“Carmilla in the morning,” Laura replies. “Or, you know, Wednesday afternoon.”

“So, this is a regular thing then?”

“She’s been here most nights. Usually she climbs in through the window around three a.m. and just kind of crashes. I told her to use the door, but she insists on being dramatic.”

“No, I just enjoy getting hit by a spatula,” a sleepy voice drawls and then Carmilla’s back, placing a steaming Tardis cup full of cocoa on Laura’s desk. “I have to take care of something. Try not do something stupid until I get back, okay?”

Occupied by the prospect of sugar and chocolate, Laura only nods, manages a grateful smile and blushes when Carmilla’s sleepy expression turns into a smirk as she pulls off the shirt she slept in to get dressed in something black, ripped or lace covered.

It takes Lafontaine a full five minutes to get Laura back into a functioning, talking mode after Carmilla takes off – through the open window – with a drawled ‘See you, cupcake’ and even then, she’s blushing like a fire engine for almost a full hour until Lafontaine finally has enough.

“It seems to me like it’s not the vampire part of the equation that we should discuss,” they sigh, closing the neurobiology textbook for now.

“Huh?” Laura looks up from whatever Carmilla-induced daze she’s been caught in. “I told you, Laf, she’s really not scary. She never cleans anything, she doesn’t know how to eat without making an honest to god mess and she drags in a lot of… freaky stuff. I mean, she once brought a full on medieval sword with her and wouldn’t tell me where she got it.” A pause. “You don’t think she stole it, do you?”

“Yeah, crushes on vampires.”

“I do not-”

“Oh, you so do.”

+++

The reality of this is:

Karnstein is just not a legend at Silas High because of her questionable human origins and her tendency to glare at anyone that’s not a five-foot tall blonde with a sugar addiction, but because she’s literally running an underground black market at the school for everything ranging from blackmail to drugs to more… questionable artifacts. And despite the collective knowledge, no one has ever been able to pin anything on her. Rumor has it that she’s got contacts to the higher ups in organized crime, that she’s being trained to take over as the red, right hand for her sister after graduation and when the girl smiles and plays the knife game with an actual knife while waiting on the bleachers for cheerleading practice to be over, no student has trouble believing it.

What proves to be more of a problem is understanding why on earth Karnstein’s morally reprehensive tendencies don’t seem to be much of a bother to Hollis. The knife game episode for example that has Lola Perry on the verge of a nervous meltdown – the last one involved her yelling at their history teacher, Vordenburg, for almost half an hour until the man was just a weeping mess barely held together by his suit – apparently only garners an eye roll from Hollis and the request to “stop stealing the kitchen knives, I’m making Thai Curry for dinner”. This then evolves into the two girls bickering about whether Karnstein should help her cut the vegetables, actually be present at said dinner and potentially meet Hollis’ father until most in the audience feel like they’ve stepped into an alternative universe and Danny Lawrence finally has enough and as Cheer Captain feels authorized enough to march halfway up the bleachers and yell at the Hollis girl to stop playing around with the enemy, because “she’s fucking dangerous, Laura, don’t you see that?”

The air around them freezes in that second and the world itself stops, tilts sideways and then comes crashing down in all its destructive glory.

It’s not Karnstein throwing the explosives, although the girl does grip the knife in her hands just that bit tighter, her expression making that infinitesimal transition from playfully to actually murderous, but Hollis herself who steps up in front of Danny threateningly, her back to Karnstein as if the girl needs protection of all things and continues to verbally eviscerate the redhead by pointing out how hypocritical, suffocating and downright patronizing she’s acting while the dark-haired girl behind her can’t help but smirk. Hollis then threatens to quit cheerleading altogether, because “I don’t need a Dad, Danny” before grabbing Karnstein’s hand and dragging her towards the parking lot with the whole damn school watching them.

No one dares to question their… relationship after that.

+++

“Come on, cupcake. Just stop there for a second before you run over even more freshmen. Not that I care, but, you know, you might regret it later.”

“I am. So. Angry,” Laura spits out and swivels around to face Carmilla who takes a quick inventory of an erratic heat beat, a flushed face and eyes that glint with fury before schooling her face back into apathy.

“Yeah, I kind of took that from you blowing up in Xena’s face back there. I mean damn, Liebling, warn a girl before you go full on Peggy Carter on someone.”

“Would you’ve really kept me from yelling at Danny?” The fury is replaced with skepticism for a second and Carmilla can’t help but snort.

“God no, that was far too enjoyable. Did you see her face?”

Guilt twists Laura’s mouth, but it’s quickly overshadowed by her indignation. “She was way out of line,” she mutters, tugging uncomfortably on the hem of her uniform. It’s late October, almost November by now, but still warm enough that she doesn’t require a jacket. “Danny had no right to say all these awful things about you, Carm.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.” Carmilla meant to say it lightheartedly, but Laura’s having exactly none of that.

“You’re not dangerous,” she spits out and even in her cheerleading uniform, pompoms still clutched in one hand, she’s rather… intimidating.

“Is that so?” Carmilla asks, a lazy smile tugging on her lips. She puts the knife back into the heel of her boot and takes a step closer to Laura.

The girl looks flustered. “I… ah… yes!” Her eyes flicker between her left foot and the empty space a few inches above Carmilla’s head and don’t meet the other girl’s gaze. “You’re… you’re Carm. You quote pretentious philosophers from centuries ago whenever you try to be evasive and you sleep like a cat, always and everywhere, and sometimes when you angle your head just so, I could swear you really are one and you… you make fun of the shows I watch, but you still keep up with them and you,” determination slips into her voice as she curls her hands into fists, cheeks bright red, “you’re not dangerous, okay?”

When she finally does look up, Carmilla’s face is a strange mixture of utter bewilderment and delight, but mostly just an honest sort of confusion that suddenly makes her look very young and very, very vulnerable.

“O- Okay?” It’s the first time that Laura’s seen Carmilla anything but confident and when a telltale blush spreads on the pale girl’s cheeks, she can’t help the smile bubbling up inside of her.

“Great,” she squeaks and before she can think it over, she gets on her tip toes and presses a kiss to Carmilla’s partly opened lips. “So… does that mean you’ll have dinner with me and my Dad now?”

“I… what?”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like the two of you haven’t met yet. I know all about your little heart to hearts in the kitchen over cocoa and my Dad showing you all those embarrassing baby photos, don’t even try to deny it.” And with that Laura bounces off to the waiting motor cycle, leaving behind a flustered Carmilla who shakes her head with a small smile, fingers pressed to still tingling lips.

“You’re killing me, Hollis.”

+++

After that, they’re even more inseparable and everyone is left betting as to their relationship status until little freshman Sarah Jane catches them snogging behind the bleachers one day and is promptly scarred for life when Karnstein mimes chopping off her head with one finger.

Half the school then promptly decides that as disturbing as this revelation is, it’s also strangely fitting and possibly the cutest thing since unusual animal friendships and some poor sod even makes a fan page about them which –

He doesn’t survive very long.

The other half is even more concerned after said boy shows up to school one morning babbling about “knives, a whole room full of knives!” and needs to be forcefully sedated by the school nurse. Danny Lawrence who’s quietly resigned from the cheerleading team without naming a reason just grounds her teeth and glares daggers at Karnstein’s arm around Hollis’ shoulders, but refrains from speaking.

The newspaper club, however, does not.

They’re not quite as stupid as openly accusing Karnstein, but they’ve spent too many meetings in fear of the baseball bat that the girl keeps bringing around and so they assign Hollis to research embezzlement charges against the vice principal, knowing full well that Karnstein’s little underground market will pop up sooner or later.

And when a couple of days later, they do see Hollis marching down the school yard with a deep frown on her face and a stack of papers in hand to where Karnstein’s lounging around on a low wall, catching the first sun rays of spring, they grab a bunch of snacks and settle in to watch.

It does not go as planned.

+++

“Carmilla Karnstein!”

Laura’s voice is shrill and ringing as she marches towards her girlfriend who is being her usual cat-like self and the force behind her words startles the other girl so much that she almost falls off the wall.

“Have you been running an underground black market in this school?!”

Complete and utter disbelief colors her tone and she knows that she’s right when Carmilla looks sheepish for all of two seconds before a smirk splits her face in two.

“Took you long enough, cupcake,” she greets Laura with a raspy voice, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth. “You’re usually not that slow on the uptake.”

“You’ve been selling drugs to students and possibly even kidnapped a bunch of them!”

Carmilla shrugs, fingering her sunglasses. “Their fault for annoying me.” She sees that this answer doesn’t go over well with Laura and adds a bit defensively, “I did put them back, you know? In more or less sound condition.”

Laura’s right eyebrow twitches at that. “This is not – Drugs!”, she cries out. “You sell drugs!”

Another shrug. “Drugs, fake IDs, weird online hacking programs, even a kidney once. What?” she smiles, “I told you I’m a vampire.”

“That’s not even the point!”

“It’s not?” Carmilla asks with a slow arch of her brow behind her sunglasses. “So, you’re getting all pink and huffy about what – some low-level drug trafficking?”

“Kidnapping and organ trafficking are not low-level offenses!” Laura protests. “My Dad’s a police officer – What were you thinking?”

“That you’re cute and that your pillow smells nice?” She smirks again.

“Do not – Do not try to be charming right now,” Laura admonishes her. “I’m mad at you.”

“Okay,” Carmilla drawls and with a roundabout gesture at Laura asks, “Is there some kind of time frame involved or should I just check back in in a couple of days?”

“You do not get to run off whenever it gets difficult!” Laura almost yells. “We’re having an argument and I swear to god if you start quoting Foucault right now, you’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”

Carmilla blinks, the smirk slipping for a second. “You still let me spend the night?” she asks quietly. “Despite me being really as dangerous as they say?”

“You’re not dangerous,” Laura sighs, massaging her temples. “And it’s not like I could keep you from it. I mean, I even let you stay that one time you were completely wasted and smelled like the bottom of an abattoir.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I’d be surprised if you heard anything at all,” Laura quips, before schooling her features back into the frown she wore earlier and starts hitting Carmilla with the stack of papers in her hands.

“You. Sell. Drugs. To. Minors.”

Carmilla leans back with a frown, trying to escape the airborne paperwork. “Hey, quit that before you hurt yourself, cutie.”

“You. Are. A criminal.” She stops using the papers as a weapon for a second when something dawns on her. “Oh crap, I slept with a criminal.”

“That you did, cupcake,” Carmilla smirks. “And it was good.”

Laura barely hears her. “And my Dad. What will my Dad say? He won’t survive this, he-”

“-probably already knows.”

“What?”

Carmilla looks up from where she’s examining her black painted nails. “As if anyone could fool your father, cupcake. I doubt he’s delighted, but he’s been his usual threatening and overbearing self. He’s trying to get me to eat more vegetables, can you believe that?”

Laura deflates at that. “What? But that means… I’m the only one who didn’t know?”

“Laura, Liebling,” Carmilla starts, reaching for Laura’s hands and drawing her in until they’re almost nose to nose. Laura refuses to meet her eyes. “Stop freaking out, okay? It’s not like I told anyone.”

“You’re a criminal,” Laura repeats, sullener this time and when she smacks Carmilla with the stack of papers again, it’s only halfhearted. “Do I get to visit you in prison?”

Carmilla huffs and plucks the papers out of Laura’s fingers before she can use them as a weapon again. “Between your Dad and Mattie there’s not a chance of me getting arrested.” She eyes Laura over the rim of her glasses before quickly pressing a kiss to the girl’s scrunched up nose. “So, quit frowning.”

“Ironic coming from you,” Laura mutters, burrowing her nose into Carmilla’s leather jacket. It smells like her – cinnamon and smoke and something so decidedly her that she can just let herself get drunk on it.

Carmilla laughs and then stiffens when she realizes what exactly the paperwork Laura’s been using as ammunition contains. “Are those-”

“College acceptance letters?” Mischief and determination mix together in Laura’s small, smug smile and she leans back to get a better look at her girlfriend. “It’s quite possible,” she says teasingly, “that I might have forged your applications using that stupid notebook you always carry around and some essays from lit class – you’re in for philosophy mostly.”

Carmilla just stares at her, glasses slipping down to reveal wide, brown eyes. “You applied to college for me?”

Laura nods, trying to hide her blush behind the determined jut of her jaw. “I thought you’d only do something stupid if I wasn’t around to keep you company. Not to mention,” she rears up again, indignation clear in her eyes, “that I’m not going to leave you to become your sister’s red right hand or whatever the fuck Betty called it.” She glares at Carmilla. “You’re seventeen, you’re going to college.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Do you want to have that particular discussion with my father?”

Carmilla’s mouth twists a bit stubbornly at that, but her eyes keep flickering back to the letters, her fingers tracing and retracing the word ‘Congratulations’ as if she can’t quite grasp their meaning. “Never thought I’d go to college,�� she says quietly, cheek pressed against Laura’s sleek, blonde hair.

The girl’s laugh tickles her neck when she moves in closer and mutters, “Well, you are now.”

“So, you make up all the rules now?”

“Well, someone has to when their significant other is an honest to Al Pacino criminal.”

When Carmilla doesn’t answer, Laura leans back to look at the girl who is hiding a smirk behind her glasses and her expression turns stern. “No hard drugs, no kidnapping or organ trafficking of any kind and heaven help you if I ever have to bail you out of jail!”

“So, I’m allowed to murder people?” Carmilla asks and snickers when Laura gives her a death glare.

“No murdering people,” she instructs, hands curling in Carmilla’s hair, the sternness morphing into fondness.

“I’ll give you that if you’re the one bailing me out jail,” Carmilla smirks. “And if you let me kidnap someone occasionally.”

Laura narrows her eyes, thinks and then decides that this is acceptable by pressing a kiss to the corner of Carmilla’s mouth. Only it would have been the corner if the girl in question hadn’t turned her head just a fraction to turn that half kiss into a real one.

“Knew you’d be annoying,” she whispers, smiling into the kiss and pulling her in closer by her hips.

“Told you I would be.”

+++

The newspaper club’s fate is labelled ‘unfortunate’ by most students attending Silas High in the weeks left before graduation. Perry finds a couple of empty snack boxes below an open two story window and despite how many times Lafontaine claims to have found traces of brain fluid on them, most people have enough sense of self-preservation to ignore that theory in favor of exam induced panic.

This is a High School after all.

And so Karnstein and Hollis graduate, inducing another flurry of rumors as to the how and why, because no one has ever seen the former paying attention in any of her classes and when they finally leave for college, every single teacher lets out a sigh of relief, thanking all the gods and heaven that their limbs are still intact.

After that, rumors keep flaring up every few months and wide-eyed freshmen listen to the stories told by upper years about the infamous couple’s basement full of body parts, their three-day elopement to Las Vegas involving a lot of glitter and a life-sized panther for some inexplicable reason or their pact with a pagan goddess to gain immortality in exchange for a human heart.

If asked about it, Sherman Hollis just shakes his head at all the wild fantasies running rampant and huffs something about how the girls should better be eating enough vegetables or he’ll have words with them on their next visit.

The legend, though. The legend remains.

+++

Translation:

(1) “Oh hello, Mattie. What the hell do you want now? I was just getting to sleep – No, I’m not home. And no, I didn’t fall asleep in a tree again. That was one time, okay? Stop holding that over me.” “You’re a great sister. Really.”

(2) “What do you mean, the packages are not there yet? They should’ve arrive two weeks ago. I got people waiting for the goods, Mattie…” “How unfortunate. Was breaking all his fingers really necessary? Two were not enough, or what? No… What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not going soft – and she’s not a pet, Mattie. I won’t let you hurt her.” “ That’s not going to happen. Yes, really. She’s special, okay? Okay.”

(3) Liebling = Darling

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