I ate my waffles covered in angst this morning, apparently. It's Waverly's birthday and Nicole doesn't come home.

After a recent spike in weird happenings, seeming to only happen within the boundaries of the GRT, everyone is left on high alert, taking extra shifts and working overtime to avoid any mishaps with campers. Sooner rather than later, Dolls decides to call in an extra set of hands, well-versed in all that is Purgatory (including the infamous Ghost River Triangle), for help.

Carmilla has been going to the same little coffee house, conveniently located three blocks from her two bedroom apartment, everyday for the past year. Only now, it has less to do with their coffee (and annoying ginger company) and a lot more to do with the cute new barista behind the counter. Or... Carmilla has it bad for Laura...like, really bad.

Carmilla moved to LA to get away from her mother and her past, Laura moved to LA to further her career without her overprotective father breathing down her neck. What happens when they both find themselves staying at a hostel run by one too many gingers? Lots of bickering, heartbreak, and way too much flirting, probably. And sex...

Hollstein AU where everyone's human and a certain relationship goes on a three year hiatus after a member of said relationship "disappears". Also, Carmilla's an artist with anger issues and a motorcycle and Laura's dealing with a lot of shit. There's a lot of feelings. (For the sake of this story, Silas is a small town in the middle of nowhere in the Northeastern United States.)

I noticed a significant lack of space aus, so logically, I wrote one (as if I don't have enough unfinished works as it is). Along the way, feelings are developed and immediately shot down, (theoretical) cheese is spread, and Laf just figures everything out because Laura is about as subtle as a forest fire.

AU based off of Mako's "Smoke Filled Room". I do not own the song, but it is lovely and I figured why not make an AU out of it.

Your bastard, drunk, of a brother is lying dead in front of you and the woman you love is scared shitless with his blood on her hands. Literally. I wrote this to kind of get my creative juices flowing because writer's block is a bitch. Enjoy. Title is from The Cave Singers - Cold Eye. TW: abuse, murder, adultry, kind of dark