Art From February 2025. [Hazbin Hotel- Angel Vaggie- Fan Art].

★ 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ★

"If it's alright could I request Carmilla Carmine x a fem reader who's a fallen angel? Like maybe they met during extermination and got their wings ripped off for not wanting to kill Carmilla's kids or they were already in hell with Carmilla for some time before the extermination? If you don't want to do this that's totally fine, and sorry if this isn't how to request stuff :)."

Honestly, with how this ended, I'm really tempted to write a much fluffier part 2 to this

Part 2 ↫ Right here

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !Fallen Angel!Reader

➲ Romantic ☐, Platonic ☒

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 3,462 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, descriptions of gore/blood, canonical Lute slander (sorry Lute), romantic or platonic wasn't requested so I went with platonic to fit the story more (if the requester wants romantic just feel free to ask me), mother mode Carmilla (she might be a bit ooc because of this),

Oh wow.

Oh wow were you shaking.

You couldn't tell if it was from the excitement or the nerves - Probably both if you were being honest with yourself, but you couldn't shake off the vibrating feeling tingling beneath your skin that made you want to fly laps around heaven. Your stomach was doing flips, but you led mask only reflected your nearly psychopathic grin and twitching eye.

Even after your lieutenant Lute shot you a stern look, no doubt pissed off because you couldn't sit still for five goddamn seconds, you still couldn't resist fidgeting with your spear. It was sparkly, and somewhat heavy, and a murderous weapon that was entirely yours! It was also cold, freezing almost. Even against your gloves it made your palms feel numb and seemed to shine in sync with your own valiant excitement.

Baby's first extermination, basically. While the name certainly sounded scary, you'd been waiting for this day for six months (you and the other forty-five cadets in your platoon) and you were ready to do your best! Sure, you were still technically a rookie, hanging around the flock and bringing up the rear of the exorcists, but this was how you proved yourself to rise the ranks, right?

Your heart stopped beating in your chest when you finally reached the front. Holy shit, that was the high seraphim! Sera, right? Oh wow, she really was much much taller in person, towering above the clustering sea of black and white murderous intent. Her outward vibe was motherly and caring, but you could see the glint of distain, guilt and regret sparking in the deepest depths of her eyes. Which was confusing, because you were doing a good thing, right? Ridding the divine planes of sinners irredeemable souls.

The thoughts crowded your mind - Evil, twisted monsters crawling around like bugs in the brimstone crowded crevices of hell. You could only imagine the satisfaction of killing your first hell spawn.

It would have to be cool no doubt. Something big with lots of teeth and claws and that could breathe fire! You had to come home with a cool story to brag about. You'd heard the tales from all your superiors. From everyone including the first man Adam himself, your respectably awesome (if a little terrifying) lieutenant Lute, to the other lieutenants like Michael and Gabriel. You'd have to off a demon built like a mountain to get their attention.

And by the big man himself, you were going to do it. Even if it took you a hundred years, you could already see yourself commanding a group just like yours, bearing a helmet with horns big and curved and bold, black stripes stippled along your ivory wings.

With a very particular pep in your step, you saluted the high seraphim Sera respectively, head cocked up just so you could regard her kindly warmth in fullness. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and although she swiftly sent you on your way with the rest of your platoon, you couldn't help but let your nerves sway your resolve ever so slightly.

It didn't matter though! You unfurled your wings with perhaps a bit too much of a dramatic flair, but with your spear in hand and helm polished so it shined with malevolent glory, you kicked off without a second thought, tailing right behind where you were supposed to be.

Your first impression of hell was the heat.

With the extermination already well under way, raging fires were already burning up half of the city sending whorls of smog up into the air. You easily battered it away with a few strong flaps of your wings. With your head on the swivel, your eagle-eyes peered around the desolate land for the forms of the sinners struggling to thrive below, silhouettes hidden by the thick layer of smoke and ash blanketing the landscape.

Lieutenant Lute furled out her wings below you, a screeching war cry echoing throughout the battlefield as she all but left your rookie platoon in the metaphorical dust. The sound itself only spurred you on, itching for the blood of a demon on the blade of your angelic spear. Without a second thought, you tucked your wings to you sides and dived below, headfirst into the fray.

Billowing flames licked past you harmlessly, though they burned like hell (which seemed rather apt, considering where you). You didn't falter, flying through the embers like a goddamn phoenix ready to cleanse the realm sprawled out beneath you. The solid wingbeats of two of your fellow cadets only strengthened your resolution, a holy fire burning in your soul - An itch to clear the filth of devil scum away. This was the chaotic strength that your captain had sought to build in you, and now you were finally able to act on it.

But everywhere you looked, you only found simple, humanoid souls running and screaming in terror. Eyes wide, half-dead or bloodied beyond belief as they scrambled to find shelter from the onslaught of exorcists like yourself. Nowhere could you see the mangled forms of the demons you'd been taught to slaughter. Descriptions from your seniors before you passed through your mind - 'gleaming eyes with with wrath and lust', 'gangly limbs twisted to an unholy form', 'mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth, and claws like knives'.

You faltered, confused. The words of Lute rang out in your mind.

"Of course, it's not like they can actually hurt you. You're all warriors, the toughest, just use your spears to stab the shit out of them!"

You were alone now. You couldn't hear the comforting sounds of your fellow rookies behind you anymore. They were well in front of you now, peering around with a similar confusion to yours. But to your absolute horror, they simply shrugged their shoulders and dived forward with bloodlust evident in their glowing white masks. Silver points of spears were jammed through the heads of the terrified demons below. But were they demons? They didn't look like them at all. Every single book you'd seen depicting demons drew them as eldritch monsters with too many eyes to count, tentacles and claws and fangs with nary but bloodlust and vile thoughts hidden within their slitted eyes.

But the demons in front of you looked just like people. You could see the way their faces contorted in terror. You could see them scrambling to help what you could only assume were friends and family, pulling them along and carrying the ones who couldn't run for themselves. You could only feel your heart fall as you watched one of your best friends land on top of a sinner already crushed by rubble, turquoise skin stained red. The begged and pleaded and cried, but their voice was silenced as the spearhead sunk into their skull.

You flinched. The world around you ignored you completely, and for once, you were completely happy to go unnoticed.

Shakily, you touched-down in a nearby street. It was littered with already oozing corpses, but other than that it was peacefully empty. At least here the sounds of violence and pain and terror was muffled, far away enough that you could at least try to distance yourself and get your breathing under control.

You barely reeled in a gag as the smell of blood invaded your senses.

Was this really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? You could still see yourself in your mind's eye, a model exorcist like your lieutenant now leading her own platoon into another extermination. Maybe this would be a one off, just a shock to the system that would get your mind reworked into killing mode. But, the more you thought about it, the more your heart clenched in pain and terror that seemingly matched the suffering souls around you. You were an agent of heaven, you thought you were killing mindless monsters, not those with human souls! Sure, there were probably shitty people fucking around down here, but what about all those who had to sin in self defence?

A chorus of startled gasps startled you out of your panic ridden stupor. Your wings flared up, trying to make yourself look bigger, more threatening as you wheeled around. The spear in your hands looked more like a prop at this point, and it was clear that you had minimal idea how to use it inside a proper battle. But still, you fumbled with it and pointed it threateningly in the direction of the two demons that had appeared right behind you.

They clutched each other, stumbling backwards and further away from the danger of your angelic weapon. One of them placed an arm in front of the other, her eyes narrowing behind her red-tinted glasses as if she was both terrified by you, but was daring you to do something about it.

But still, you could see them shaking from where you stood. They both seemed rooted to the ground, the one with platinum blonde hair refused to take her eyes off of you, but the demon behind her (maybe her sister? A friend?) was looking around nervously.

You could see yourself reflected in those crimson specs, and for once it made you freeze. You'd seen yourself in uniform plenty of times before, the steel boots and guard gloves and the led, horned helmet, but it always seemed almost comforting before. When you were surrounded by your cohorts, it made you fit in. Out here, you realised, you were the monster.

The ever-present smile on your mask shrunk, falling into a grimace as your grip on your weapon tightened. Your wings drew in, you shrunk backwards, almost stumbling over your own feet in the process of trying your hardest to get away. You never wanted to scare people.

So drowned by your own confusion and fear and reckless thoughts of worry about the future that you didn't notice the confusion growing the faces of the demons in front of you turn into abject horror as a far more ominous silhouette grew behind you.

"I thought I taught you not to hesitate," Lute growled in your ear, placing her free hand on your shoulder and digging her fingers in till your were sure a bruise was marred into your skin. You didn't respond, couldn't even if you wanted to. The trembling that rattled you only grew stronger, and you fumbled as your hands cramped painfully. With a resounding clatter, your spear dropped from your grasp an on to the brazen brimstone floor.

Lute growled.

She didn't say anything, but she knew. The both of you knew by now. You couldn't kill a sinner.

Lute didn't even hesitate before shoving you to the ground. Your head collided with solid stone painfully even with your helmet on, stars shining behind your eyes as her words blurred together as she pressed her foot firmly between your shoulder blades. Your wings shivered and spread involuntarily, and you feared the moments that would come next. Lute was unpredictable, but this could only end with bloodshed.

The two girls still hadn't moved, transfixed in horror as they watched the scene in front of them play out.

Asphalt stung your hands and you tried to claw your way to freedom, fingertips digging into the scorched Earth as you started crying. Lute, however, was stronger than you. Of course she was, she'd been doing this for centuries, and you were still a fledging on her first trip out of heaven.

You never thought it would end like this.

Lute dug her fingers into your wings, tangling into your still downy feathers before she yanked with all her might. The scream she tore from your lips was hellish, agonising, yet the blended with the sounds of violence all around you. You were sure you blacked out several times throughout the process, but by the time your old lieutenant was done with you, barely anything but feathery stumps and golden blood remained of your wings.

You could only curl up, cry and watch as Lute tossed clumps of feathers aside as she stalked toward the two demons that still hadn't had the thought to run. And for the first time in your life, you felt sorry for the sinners that populated hell's ring of wrath.

She would make them suffer, that was for sure. If she was happy enough to tear of another angel's wings, you could only imagine what she would do to a sinner. You didn't want to imagine, and your mind was fuzzy enough that you thankfully didn't have to.

The sound of something sharp rang throughout the air. It made you groan in pain, the sound piercing your ears and making your brain rattle in your skull. Sharp - 'Tink tink tink tink tink.' If you could see the look of relief coming across the demons faces, a part of you might've urged Lute to run. Only, she had just torn your wings off with little qualm, and now you had no shits left to give if she lived or not.

The exorcist never got the chance to strike, her weapon torn from her hands and thrown across the street till it collided with a bloody body. Lute herself barely had time to react before she was struck over the head once, then twice in rapid succession. A whirlwind of white and angelic steel and pure fury launched herself in the path between the two demons and the exorcist. It was almost exhilarating to watch, seeing Lute strike out with her fists in a pathetic attempt of hand to hand combat against her new foe. Whoever they were, they were really fucking fast, almost too fast for you to keep up with.

The fight was over before it started. Without her weapon, Lute couldn't do much against the sinner she was pitted against, and as ruthless as she was, she knew when a battle was lost. In a flurry of black and white feathers, she fled. And then the newcomer's attention was shifted to you.

At this point, you would've welcomed death. The pain alone was making you drift slightly, and you didn't even have the energy left to groan when whoever nudged you slightly with something hard and cold.

"Mother.." The words were so soft, floating away from your ears.

"We need to leave." It was undoubtably her. That voice was the one who beat Lute into the ground.

"What about..?" That was the one who called out for mother.

"Won't she tattle?" So that had to be her sister.

Those words sent a dose of adrenaline through you. With as much strength as you could muster, you clawed yourself into an upwards position. You could feel the clotting blood running down your back, but if you were going to die, you at least wanted to do so with some dignity.

Shakily, with much more effort than was really desired, you reached up and peeled your helmet off.

It clattered noisily like glass against the floor, and suddenly the world was much brighter, much more red and the air was laced with more sulphur and death than you could imagine. But what really surprised you was the look of shock written across the sinner's face.

She was tall. Really tall. The only person who could really compete was Seraphim Sera or maybe Adam, but you really couldn't tell with how delirious you were.

"Una niña?" They all looked surprised.

The one called mother took a few steps forward, confusion and anger clearly present in her eyes. But, as she kneeled down in front of your comparatively tiny form, you realised the anger wasn't directed at you.

"Did she try to hurt you?" She turned back to face her daughters. They both shared a look, but ultimately shook their heads no. That right there, was your saving grace.

She looked back at you, hair pinned into high horns, and took your helmet in her large hands. She passed it off to one of her daughters, before gently scooping you into her hold.

You whined, writhing minutely in her hold as the searing phantom pain of your wings being torn off returned. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and yet the demoness tutted softly, shushing you like you were a baby.

Her daughters followed without a word, and you and the family unit moved swiftly through the desolate roads. So many questions were running through your mind, and yet you couldn't find the answer to any of them, your thoughts to lost to the fog of blood loss to ever truly return.

"You better not betray me," Were the last words you heard before promptly passing out.

The plushness of a soft blanket was the first thing you felt waking up. For a moment, you felt nothing but relief realising the entire thing had been a horrid nightmare, but when you tried to rustle the numbness out of your wings, the relief was replaced with horror when you realised that your wings were just straight up missing, only two feathery stumps remaining in their place.

That made you shoot up in horror. You didn't even care about the sharp sting that ran down your spine and into your very being, you were a bit too concerned about your current predicament.

"You're awake."

That made you promptly scream before ducking under the covers like you were a nestling again. A soft sigh reached your ears, but you dared not to venture out from the warmth of the thick covers.

Not like you had a choice, though, as you were soon pried away from their safety. It was her, the demoness with the high-pinned buns. She looked down on you, red eyes glowing in the low light, and yet, you couldn't sense a smidge of hatred towards you. Only distrust and sadness laced her expression.

"How old are you?" She asked after the silence had gone on long enough.

"I'm a fledgling," Is all you said. You didn't really fancy giving too much information. Although, the look of horror the crossed her face maybe suggested that you'd already given away plenty.

"Obligan a los niños a hacer esto?" She raised a hand and carded it through her snowy tresses, locks of white hair threaded loose as she paced back and forth. You only watched her, slowly sinking back into the comfort of the warm blankets.

"You're still a child." It was a statement.

You hated being a child. You didn't want to be a child, at least, you hadn't wanted to be a child in the past. You wanted to join the ranks of the exorcists, and to do that you at least needed to be juvenile. Hell, you were lucky enough to make it into the cadets while you still had baby feathers decorating your wings. But now, the fact that yes, you were still technically a kid made your saviour look upon you with more than just disdain and hatred like any other exorcist, but rather she looked upon you with an emotion that you'd never seen before, and not one you could really name.

"You are a child, and now you have fallen," She eyed your mostly healed wing stumps, and you couldn't help but reflexively flex them anxiously. The literal weight off your back made you want to cry.

"Was this your first extermination?" She gazed upon you with a guarded look. You nodded.

"And you didn't hurt my daughters?" Another nod from you. That seemed to make her relax just a tad.

"Could you ever hurt someone?" That made you pause, the memories of the extermination rushing back to you full force. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes, and still, you answered with a simple 'no'.

She exhaled a sigh of relief before closing the distance and kneeling down to your eye level.

"Carmilla Carmine." She reached a hand out toward you. So that was her name.

You clutched your hands close to your chest, fearing her touch, but gave her your name anyway.

"What are you gonna do with me?" You asked, voice cracking. Her gaze softened, finally letting her guard slip for just a moment.

"Well, you weren't going to make it out there by yourself. You'll be staying with me," The words took a moment to sink into your mind. Well, at least it was better than death.

Gently, like she was working with a scared animal, Carmilla coaxed you out from the comfort of the bed, slowly ushering you to her side. With your wings missing and their remains bandaged, head bare and missing your exorcist helmet, it felt like the safest place in the world.

"Welcome to Hell."

Rules + Info,

Masterlist,

Could you do a Carmilla Carmine x OC drawing??

Carmilla Carmine x oc sinner

thank you for your request!

I also drew Carmilla's daughters

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

sorry for my english is not my language

Pocky game w/ various HH characters part 3/3

Chat do you prefer brownies or cookies.. also side note i randomly chose a gif and i didnt see the whole thing so imagine my shock when the gif turned into cute pocky game to two girls grinding up on each other like WHAT!! anyways new gif

Characters: carmilla, cherri bomb, vox

Notes: reader is gn, bonus hc of what flavors i think they would like!

CWs: none

CARMILLA

i can see her being an almond crush or even a matcha fan! maybe even cookies n creme... hmm... though i think the last one is because of her colors

not much of a sweet tooth other than the occasional craving, but she will do a round of the game with you if you ask and if she doesnt have anything to do

not much of a tease but she does think youre a little cute for getting so into it or getting shy

doesnt rush in but she doesnt not participate, meets you in the middle at an appropriate pace... soft gentle quick kiss

i dont really headcanon her doing quick short affection a lot of the time, usually shows her affection in the relationship through quality time and stuff but this is still nice i think

CHERRI BOMB

well shit there isnt any cherry flavors as far as i can see on the site, BUT i do see her being a fan of the crunchy ones: almond crush and crunchy strawberry, she likes the texture over the original or the normal strawberry

well aware of the game and shes got a sweet tooth, will go all in when playing the game with you

devours the stick before you have the chance to get too far

might even bite your lips a little, but in a playful way

she might go a little overboard with teasing you, youre going to have to let her know if shes going a little too far

VOX

i like to think that food just phases through his screen and thats how he eats! its a little... weird... and kissing him can be a little uncomfortable and/or unconventional thanks to his flat face

probably shocks you a bit when your lips meet, or at least your lips to his screen

its hard to tell if he shocked you on purpose or not

shit eating grin through the entire thing, hes definitely on some trip especially if youre a little shy about the exchange

knows about the game as well through keeping track of trends

a fan of the original but i can see him keeping up with the newest flavors to keep in tune with his constant keep to keep up with upgrades and new products and what not

Carmilla Carmine reacting to her S/O proposing to her

Posted - Saturday 20th April, 2024

Universe - Hazbin Hotel

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔫 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔰𝔬.

- 𝔖𝔬, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪, 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔭 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔫.

- "𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫, Y/N M/N L/N?"

- 𝔒𝔥 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱-

- 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯.

- 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢.

- 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔰𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. (𝔇𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?)

- ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞'𝔰 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰.

- 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴.

- 𝔄𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔲𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔞𝔶 "𝔜𝔢𝔰" 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢.

- "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 . . . 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢. ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲."

Didn't think Sera was seen as a top by most people! Wow, I'm surprised.

HIII I was the one who requested the Lute fic and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if I could request again, this time could it be a Carmilla x Reader, where she ( and her daughters ) gets redeemed and when they get to heaven they find reader who is Carmilla’s spouse ( GN! Or Male reader please ) and they realize that reader doesn’t recognize them because those who go to heaven don’t remember those who went to hell, just a lot of angst hehe

( again if you aren’t comfy doing this it’s alr ^^ !! Thank you !! )

I've never written her before I hope I did her good?♡

Also! I do only write GN! or female reader(can't write male readers I'm sorry♡)

Also what's her daughters names? I looked ut up and I'm getting like a mix of answers so their names aren't stated csuse of it

But♡ hope you dont mind how angsty I made it with? A twist♡♡

Carmilla x reader: Heaven *cruel* rule.

Carmilla didn't see herself as a angel. She's a demon for fucks sake yet- the ones more deserving to be redeemed were her daughters. But they only entertained it if she would.

So like any good mother? She joined them. Not wanting her daughters to be left behind. Wanting to ensure their safety. She trusted Charlie enough but her trust doesn't include.. the odd bunch she allowed to be helpers to the sinners on the path to be "winners"

She truly thought the dream was just that. A dream. Nothing more then just a childish wish Charlie had but here she was in heaven. Her girls in the rightful place- smiling she glanced down at her gold ring.

Maybe she'll see you- her love once again? In the only rightful place you should be in.

Heaven

She smiled at the thought.

Carmilla fidgeted something felt.. off today as she walked around heaven. Her daughters are not long behind her, holding her dress in nerves. Humming seemed they also felt the same. "My daughters~ don't worry were safe now, ok?" Her new bright wings fidgeting still uncomfortable at the new feeling looking up she froze - seeing the angel - her love - the spouse she had in the living world before she was stripped away from them in death. A bright smile came onto her face seeing you- healthy- happy.

-

Turns out Heaven? Does have rules

Alot

Humming going through a book of rules Carmilla was so close to just giving *up* trying to find another angel was JUST as difficult with all the rules added to it. How there's a wait list but.

No one under Carmine other then her and her daughters were anywhere was there stated of another person. Frowning closing the book. Sighing, she stood up, stopping to smile at one of her daughter

"Did.. you find them, mother?" Smiling sadly, she walked to her, holding her hands out, pulling her into her arms. Her wings automatically curling around her daughter as a cocoon as if? To protect her

"Not yet, my daughter.. but I will"

-

"Mama- is that-" her eldest asked, whispering out watching her parent. The one she and her sister sobbed for years seeing them not with in the afterlife. But seeing you in heaven? She couldn't help but be glad you were in such a safe place.

As if sensing someone looking, you turned seeing the three newcomers moving to walk up to them to the strangers

"There you are my lo-"

"hi~ I'm glad you made it in heaven~ what's your names? I'm sure there's helper angels for new angels~" you cut off Carmilla accidentally pulling out a almost scroll looking thing "sorry I'm well aware in hell some technology is more advanced and all but~ in heaven some things like this? The council loves the old feel~" humming

Blinking, she tilted her head now. Confused? Why weren't you throwing yourself in her arms? Not calling her your love? Your wife? Bile reached the back of her throat and now an unnerving feeling. That something? Is very, very wrong here

"Do you not know me?"

That made you stop looking up at her, slowly tilting your head in thought, "..no I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever met~" before she or her daughters could ask more a voice called out- making a huge smile appear on your face the same one you used to give her- her blood ran cold.

A beautiful woman stepped out of a house holding what looked like a child. Blinking, she watched as she walked to you, kissing you gently happily humming. She finally realized. The lack of a ring on your finger- well you did have a gold band. But not your band. Not the one you wore during your marriage. Not the one that matches hers.

"I'm sorry, my friends~ My wife needs me for a moment~" Do you need any more help?" After handing her the letter with the angels name to help her and her daughters - gently wrapping her arms around them, pulling them close, sensing how upset they were rightfully so.

"..m-may I ask what the little ones' name is?" Voice breaking, making you smile, grinning looking over at her "her names Carmilla~ I don't know why, but.. the name felt very important~" Purring out kissing the child's head gently making her close her eyes nodding

Turning she guided her daughters away from her lover- her now ex lover. Not stopping until they all reached their new home. Pulling them close sobbing along with them "did they abandon us?" In her tearfully state she didn't know who asked bur she was quick to shut that idea down kissing her daughters heads

"No, no- they'd never - not in a million centuries... heaven.. heaven makes angels forget demons. It's a cruel thing.. that I forgot about - im- I'm so sorry. " Holding them closer, sobbing loudly with them until they passed out from exhaustion looking out the window tearfully sorrowful. Like the day she lost you- she lost you permanently.

She couldn't WOULDN'T tell you. It'd be wrong. Even though she wishes to kiss you. Have you in her arms once more. She wouldn't do that to you. Or your wife. Especially with your child. Its none of your faults for the law of heaven and hell. But - she couldn't help but think. If she wasn't such a horrid woman in the living. Didn't get her daughters involved? Would she have gone to Heaven with you?

Would that child be hers?

It was a cruel, sick thought she quickly took away. Looking down disgusted with herself. She sighed

"I hope your.. happy my love" she whsipering rubbing the band on her finger. She needed time. Then she'll finally take it off. Closing her eyes she sighed.

Love is.. painful.

Does Velvette get all her joints restringed at once or does she cycle through getting them restringed in groups based on how often they need restringing?

PROBABLY in sections and by which joints are used the most/need more regular maintenance. Hands, elbows and arms, and her knees, legs, and hips the most frequent!! Everything probably comes in cycles of repairs and it'd absolutely be HELL if she did everything at once.

I kinda have a fan fiction idea if u want to use it where it's carmilla x fem!reader and the reader is a powerful overlord who can use their singing abilities as their powers, and carmilla had never heard the reader sing, and eventually catches the reader singing while doing something (idk like washing dishes) and just simply watches in amazement as the reader has no idea until the end (also I love ur fanfics!!! 💖💖💖)

A/N: OMG OMG OMG I luv this request sm!!! I have a oc who has similar powers to this and it's so cool! It's giving The Dazzlings from Equestria Girls vibes! Okay, I'll stop yapping now 😭 Hope u enjoy! <333

Voice Of A Angel

After a long meeting with the Overlords, you had walked home, Carmilla went the other way since she had to talk to another Overlord. As you walked through Hell, some sinner grabbed you and pinned you against the wall aggressively. "Hey get off of me! " you tried to protest. "Hey, bitch! I know you have money, give me some or you-" The sinner said until you opened your mouth and started to sing a tune. "𝑶𝒐𝒉, 𝑶𝒐𝒐𝒉..." You softly hummed a tune with a slight smirk on your face as the sinner passed out and his eyes went completely blank. As you pushed him off of you, all you heard behind you was a soft voice, Carmillas voice. "Mi Vida..? What happened?" Carmilla said, lying about not seeing you use your powers. "Oh nothing! Just some sinner, let's head home now!" You say chuckling nervously as the two of you walk back home. After you two head home and get ready for bed. As you get in bed, Carmilla wraps her arms around you and you lay in her arms. "You have the most gorgeous voice, cariño" Carmilla whispers as your eyes widen in embarrassment. "W-What!?" You say nervously and shocked, did your wife know your powers now!? "Yes, I heard and saw it all.. I must say, you have the voice of a angel, Amor." Carmilla says with a soft laugh and smile. "Do you, think I'm a monster..?" You say nervously and quietly. "Of course not, you'll never be a monster to me." Carmilla says soothingly as she gently caresses your waist, making you fall asleep.

MICHAEL REF SHEET

Boi can switch between formal, causal and goth, which is by the way heavily influenced by Azrael. Okay most of the outfits were given to him and not chosen by him. 🤣🤣

Hope you like him :D

🌼☕` Hugging Them `☕🌼

Gen / fluff

Includes / Alastor , Lucifer , Husk , Charlie , Vox , Velvette , Carmilla

| ALASTOR |

Won't initiate but will allow it if you're interested, never in public however

Recovering from a fight doesn't necessarily warrant him initiating touch, it's the opposite actually

Fighting makes him feel gross, when feelings are running hot he couldn't imagine anything worse than being touched, so given the courtesy you've given his aversion to touch he does the same for you

If, eventually you tell him you WOULD like to be touched and held after a fight or when upset he'll indulge

He likes to hold you while sat and comfortable, in bed or on the lounge, head resting comfortably in your shoulder, hand running up and down your back, gentle, fleeting, loving touches

| LUCIFER |

Adores hugging, he's very physically affectionate and wrapping you up in his arms, wings and tail is the closest to heaven he could get

His cool to the touch, unnaturally so, so he's learned it's best to give you a little warning before hand

Sometimes he doesn't though, just to give you a little spook

Have fun pulling him off of you, sometimes likes to just drape over you to cause problems

Got to get up early? Have fun pulling that octopus off of you

| HUSK |

He's neutral towards it, he's not a hugger but he doesn't hate it either

Usually after a fight, once you've mare up of course

Will just give you one if you ask though, only if you sweeten the pot though

"You want to- what you want a hug? What are you willing to give for it?"

Purrs the whole time though, tail swaying

Sometimes in the early morning he'll even wrap it around you, ears airplaned as he just takes you in

| CHARLIE |

HUGE hugger

Coming home, hug, leaving the hotel, hug, want a kiss, hug first, happy, hug, sad, hug

She read an article that said that humans need a certain amount of hugs a day to function and she's hitting that marker every day

She's a nuzzler too, against your face, your cheek, neck or shoulder

Think like when a cat rubs against your legs, but the cat has you in a crushing grasp

| VOX |

He's doing the work of like, three nine to fives, the only time he's really affectionate is in public outings for publicity, TV, or in bed before he gets up at some ungodly hour

He denies he likes snuggling but he always migrates to your side of the bed, somehow, every night, certainly some sort of coincidence

Cuddling is awkward cause of his head, if he wants to initiate he and you have to do some finagling to slot you two together, it's worth the work though, he never does anything that isn't worth it

| VELVETTE |

Is the most affectionate in front of a camera or in the public eye

Whenever you get a surprise hug, or kiss or she takes your hand in hers you can just assume that there's a camera near by

Posts lots of photos of the two of you cuddling, power couple shit

The only time you can say she hugged you, unencouraged by a camera, is when her first runway walk sold out

It's, weird to be nostalgic for something that only happened once but, you are

| CARMILLA CARMINE |

Usually gives you hugs when she senses you're upset

It's not that she doesn't like being affectionate, it's just not something that comes naturally to her

Is awkward, at first, but over time it becomes like second nature and holding you is a joy she could never lose

Hugs you around your neck, or from behind, just so she can mold herself to you and selfishly take you all in