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love-dove-noora · 7 months

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hello :)) if it alright if i request for an avoidant reader with carmilla?

like whenever there are disagreements between them reader only chooses to sort of run away because thats their way of coping? im not quite sure how explain it but feel free to ignore this ask if you dont feel like it!! :) i hope you have a great day!

I love this! This is my first Carmilla ask! Sorry everyone I haven’t been writing school has been school but thank you to everybody being patient. P.s this came out so much longer then I realized

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤

You and your vampire lover Carmilla had a complicated relationship. The fights you had never really got resolved, she simply waited till sunrise when you had to come back and then she showered you with expensive and luxurious gifts which included jewelry and clothes made from the fine fabrics. It’s hard to bring up the fight after that. Today you decided it was going to be different, you weren’t going come running into her arms again. It didn’t really even matter what started it, only thing that mattered to you was getting out. The room felt too hot and the hallways too cold, everything around you felt suffocating. As soon as the gates to the palace opened you ran, being a vampire has its perks. You had taken with you a small map and a cloak, as you traveled through the icy woods to the nearest village. You made it just as the sun was starting to rise, the man at the hostel gave you the keys to your room and you closed the curtains as soon as you closed the door. It was day time, so Carmilla couldn’t come looking for you. Obviously you were upset with her, she never apologized sometimes you wonder if she even knows how to. As the day got long you heard a knock, for a minute you thought it might be her but as you opened the door it was the same man from the front desk asking if you wanted food. You politely took the food, thanked him and closed the door. As soon as the door closed you put the plate down on the small writing desk, as the hours passed you glanced at it. Not like you could eat it but refusing could raise suspicions. Packing all the belongings in your cloak and you returned the keys to the man thanking him as you started to make way to the next town it was sundown, so Carmilla had just left so you had a limited amount of time. As you laid your eyes on the small gates of the village, your gaze also caught something a normal human couldn’t. You hurried your steps to the gate and as you walked through them you felt an arm grab you with supernatural force. “Where have you been” she whisper yelled. You didn’t have time to respond before you saw the claw marks on your arm. Ironically Carmilla saw them first, she put her hands on your other arm to soothe you but quickly put her hand back “i’m sorry” she quickly looked you in the eyes and then back at the ground with a frown on her face “not just for your arm but for the fight too” you didn’t respond, this was a new situation and you didn’t know how to “come back to the castle with me” she spoke with confidence as she always did but heard the underlying insecurity and fear in her voice, you took her hand with a comforting squeeze and a small smile you nudged her to start walking but not in a super natural speed way. ”We can say we were on a nature walk if they ask” you finally spoke. “I don’t think that will work, i told them everything when you didn’t come back last night”

#nooras doves🕊#castlevania x reader #carmilla x reader #castlevania fluff #castlevania fandom #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania #carmilla x you #carmilla #carmilla angst #carmilla castlevania #carmilla comfort #carmilla fluff

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months

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Apple Seed 7: Demons

Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.

Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.

Charlie: (pouts) But-

Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?

Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.

Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)

Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?

Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....

-Silence-

Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)

-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-

Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.

Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.

Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?

Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.

Carmilla: .............I'm listening.

Vaggie: You have two daughters.

Carmilla: How astute of you.

Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?

Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.

Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)

Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?

Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?

Carmilla: .............

Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)

Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.

Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?

Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?

Vaggie: But.... what if I-

Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.

Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....

Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.

Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.

Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.

#apple seed au #apple seed #part 7 #angst #chaggie #vaggie #pregnant charlie #charlie morningstar #carmilla carmine #nervous dad vaggie #ptsd #good grandma carmine #mama carmine #inner demons #mother - adopted daughter moments #thanks anon for requesting some light vaggie angst #thank you maricantstandyou for requesting some carmine advice

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terry-perry · 17 days

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Just Business?

Pairing: Alastor x Carmine!Reader

Part 2 to this imagine

Technically Part 3 if you wish to include these headcanons

Requested by @lokis-imaginary-friend: If you’re not averse to it I had a thought while reading this….what if y/n overheard this conversation and feels as though she’s being treated as a transaction. Idk I could just see some angst coming from this for y/n followed by whatever fluff you come up with.

Additional tags: @martinys-world

Fluff will come in a later chapter (hopefully). Enjoy!

You walked home with a spring in your step. You were happy to find the perfect set of pajamas for your boyfriend. Alastor didn't require much sleep, based on the nights you spent together and he'd spend most of them watching you, lurking among the swamp in his room, or tending to the hotel. Regardless, you knew he wanted to look his best even at more casual hours like bedtime. It was great then that you found the red silk pajamas that were perfect for him, especially since you found a matching robe that reminded you of his regular attire.

It'd been about six months since you'd been together and things were going well. Now that things were public too, you enjoyed your time more freely. The fact you two were going out interested many people, with gossip of it being all over the news. Thankfully, the paparazzi weren't stupid enough to film your dates. They must've heard the screams of that one photographer who was bold enough to sneak a photo of you on a picnic date by the Lake of Fire. Alastor was sure to broadcast his torment over a rendition of La Vie En Rose as a reminder not to intrude on your alone time.

You knew the kind of man/demon Alastor was before you became a couple. You heard the stories as well as his broadcasts. You were there during the sudden disappearances of various overlords and how it coincided with said broadcasts. No sane sinner would want to risk getting involved with someone like him. Due to how more curious than afraid of him you were and how touched and important you felt whenever Alastor threatened others who disrespected you, you had an inkling that your sanity wasn't all there. That was okay with you; you were already in Hell.

Your mother approved of him as did your sisters, which resulted in another reason you grew to love him. He enjoyed spending time with your family, too, judging from how he'd come to dinner, joke with Clara and Odette, and share light pleasantries with Carmilla. You could see they were really warming up to him and vice versa.

You might not have tamed the beast, but it certainly amazed you how much of him you got to have for yourself. It was almost too good to be true.

You were finally home after spending some time at the mall. You don't know why your mother needed you out of the house but you didn't question it. She was sometimes wary of those who did business with the family and would rather let herself handle things. If she was still talking with them, you'd do your best to sneak into your room.

Upon entering the manor, however, you heard your mother say some things that made your ears perk up:

"You won't do anything unless you know it'll benefit you. It's why you're with my daughter in the first place, right?"

Her daughter? Who exactly was she talking about, and to whom? Her voice was coming from the library it seemed. You did your best to creep over and stood outside to hear more. What came next was certainly a shock:

"Y/N is quite a lovely lady with a certain sweetness and intelligence that I find endearing. If she so happens to come from a powerful family, then who am I to not want to get closer to someone who can mean a lot to me?"

You felt sick to your stomach just then. What was that; did you hear that correctly? He made it sound like you were just a pet to him - a mere plaything with a purpose.

A humiliating desire to cry swept through you, along with a small hope that your mother would put him in his place. She wouldn't take someone using her daughter lightly.

"If I were you, I'd do the same, I suppose,"

Now that's what brought out the tears.

What the hell was going on?

"You'll continue to treat her well. You'll continue to meet her, talk with her, and if it gets to that point, marry her."

Breathing became difficult as this unexpected betrayal weighed on your broken heart. Was this all just a plan between Alastor and your mother? Was this all a big matchmaking con that would lead to good benefits for them?

"You're smart enough to know that you should treat this like any other transaction."

You never thought your mother would have the gall to sacrifice your happiness for business purposes. She was always the type to lay her life on the line for you and your sisters. She did just that during the last Extermination Day when facing a team of Exorcists. To hear that the woman you grew up admiring treated you like a piece of property was too much to handle.

Let's not forget about Alastor! You actually believed he cared about you. Were all those times you went out on lunch and dinner dates, spent time with each other's loved ones, and shared intimate dances just part of a ruse to get you to fall for him? The fact you were nothing but entertainment with benefits saddened and embarrassed you because what everyone said about him was right.

You were right; this was all just too good to be true.

You now were fueled with anger and decided to use it to confront the two traitors.

"A transaction?"

Upon hearing your voice, Carmilla and Alastor turned towards the doorway where you stood defiantly with the Carmine glare on your face. Your normally well-composed mother expressed more worry than you ever saw her with. Meanwhile, Alastor kept his large grin as usual, but you could tell he was shocked due to how big his eyes were, and it almost looked too painful for him to smile.

"Y/N-"

"Is that all I am to the two of you?" You asked, blinking back tears. "A business deal - just a prize to be won? Is that why you needed me out of the house Mom? To discuss my dowry?"

Carmilla's astonishment kept her from speaking. She wanted to explain that this was simply a way to assure you a good future if you continued things with Alastor and that no harm would come to you, but she was at a loss for words seeing how betrayed you looked.

"And you Alastor!" You rounded on him next. The man you loved for half a year but now don't even know what to make of him. He's practically a stranger now. "I knew you weren't a saint, but I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to only date me for my family. I can't believe you'd use me like that!"

"Y/N," he began, getting out of his seat to go towards you with more emotion than you ever saw him, even with his smile remaining. "Sweetheart, you misunderstand -"

"You saw me as nothing but a prize," you uttered quietly, backing away from him with your head down. "You already have connections to the throne, so it's best to protect it with your connection to the biggest collection of weapons in Hell, right?"

His silence spoke to you more than any clever words he could conjure up for you. His silence spoke the truth.

You didn't stay much longer, especially since neither could bother to give you a proper response. You ran out of the house, ignoring their pleas to stay. You needed to get away and reflect on everything.

Alone.

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rijinks · 7 months

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Flowers of Two Thousand Years (Part 1)

Marius-centric comic. The following 9+ pages are closely based on Prince Lestat and The Vampire Lestat. (CW for violent imagery including a vampire turning)

to be continued

I initially didn't plan to spend THIS much time on this part of Marius' Story in TVL; the concept of this comic is to show some parts of Marius' life with the connecting theme of flowers, in quick succession.

Not sure how many pages the rest of the comic will have since I keep adding stuff.............. will probably take awhile.

[[Part 2]]

#the vampire chronicles #marius de romanus #the vampire lestat #teskhamen #queen akasha #cw angst #comic #long post #horror #ii listened to the entirety of the dracula and carmilla audiobooks while working on these #happy halloween #flowers of two thousand years

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red-animator · 3 months

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Hey if I theoretically posted some fucked up Zestmilla smut, would there be an audience for it or should I keep it in my drafts?

#hazbin hotel #zestmilla #zestial #overlord zestial #carmilla carmine #i dont know how to describe the premise in a way that doesnt make it sound like the most basic pwp story ever #note that i am asexual and when i say 'fucked up' i mean 'barely researched and full of probably bad writing'#and also actually fucked up of course #i am first and foremost an angst peddler

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bearw-me · 1 month

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Absolutely loved that last Carmilla one you did. Could you do a Carmilla x g/n! reader angst turned fluff. Basically insecure/low self esteem reader starts doubting why Carmilla is dating them, they keep hearing what others say and start to think they don't deserve her, she finds out one day.

the angst! the romance! the carmilla hugs! (also ty! I'm glad you liked my writing enough to request something lol!)

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x gender neutral! insecure! reader, zestial/ velvette/ overlords mentioned 𐐒 cw : angst, fluff, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, bullying reader?, hugs/cuddling, crying, reader and carmilla make-out whatt 𐐒 summary : You scroll for too long, obsessed with the idea that Hell is right. . . maybe you don't belong with Carmilla? But then again, she won't really let you go, no matter what anyone says. 𐐒 word count : 946 𐐒 note : just static in my head

You stared with a broken heart at your phone screen, the blue light casting an already darker shadow over your face as you stared at the headlines.

'Carmilla Carmine's New Love Affair?!'

You skimmed over the sub-headers, the bold texts shamelessly poking at you from head to toe, devouring your dignity in one fell swallow.

You groaned, letting your head thump against the cold tile of the kitchen counter.

Is that what they really thought about you? Is that what all of hell was saying? Carmilla. . . The thought summoned tears to your eyes.

Although it was extremely unhealthy to do so, and you thought better of it. You kept scrolling.

The V's, who basically ran the media within the Wraith ring were all talking about it, plastering your face next to hers in an attempt to tear you both down.

The feeling in your hands began to disappear, remembering with darkening vision how the overlords looked down at you like you were something to pity.

Something worth looking down on.

Especially when you stood next to her. . .

The deadliest arms dealer in all of hell.

Even Zestial? The doubt clouded your head like thick rain clouds. Maybe he thought you weren't good enough either. . . just gave you his blessing out of pity.

The way he looked at you, you remember, his shadowy features slumping whenever he turned his attention towards you.

You let the phone go, or maybe it shook out of your trembling hands?

A long, drawn out sigh fled your lungs, quickly replaced by a shaken breath.

At least the marble slab beneath your arms was cool, it felt good against your flushed skin.

Maybe I don't deserve her, the thought tore at your throat, pulling tightly until you couldn't help but let out a quiet sob.

How would you tell her? How would you just. . . let her go without all the questions and hurt?

"Is something wrong, mi corazón?"

You jumped, Carmilla's large hand encasing your quivering shoulders. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard her come in.

"No! Nothing's wrong," you promised. . . unable to look her in the eyes.

"What's this?" She reached for your phone, the blue light flashing momentarily against her grey skin.

"Don't!" you insisted, grabbing the phone from her and practically smashing it onto the counter face down. "I was just- I was just reading something. . ." you tried.

"Why won't you look at me then?" Carmilla grabbed at your face, forcing you to look at her.

The way her eyes softened, a burning rage always locked behind them. . . and her beautiful hair was down. A soft cape draping around her figure and spilling over her shoulders.

You couldn't bear it.

The way she grit her teeth in worry. It felt like you didn't deserve it. Didn't deserve her.

You cried in her hands, closing your eyes so that you didn't have to see her reaction.

And she let you, bending down some to hug you close and tight, rubbing your back until all the pain had fled.

It was another couple of minutes until it felt like it was over, the silence encasing you as you sniffled, trying to hide the embarrassing sound in her skin.

"I know what troubles you these days, my love," she pulled away from the hug, able to properly hold eye contact with you.

You must've looked pathetic.

She smiled, the white fangs biting into her lower lip "How beautiful you are," she whispered, brushing the side of your face and feeling the heat beneath your skin.

"Come here, let's talk about it." Without another word, she lifted you up-for just a moment- and whisked down the quiet halls of her penthouse to the bedroom.

She took up the spot next to you, draping her leg over yours and pulling you closer "I know how you must feel," she stared, propping her head up with her hand, the other coming to rest behind your back. "I just want you to know that I love you, mi corazón, with all my heart. . . that is a promise I make to only a few."

She stroked your side, a bashful smile crawling over her her dark lips "Ay dios mio," she muttered, "You hold my heart like no other will."

The confession, no matter how little or how much you heard it from her, filled your chest with sunlight. A feeling of falling in love that you've felt a handful of times. . . but when it came from her. . . it was new again; and so overwhelming.

"Carmilla?"

Her eyebrows popped up in silent question, before you moved forward, taking her lips in yours. Warm and soft as she kissed you back. She let herself fall into your arms, grabbing at your neck for support while you cradled her head, breaking the kiss for just a moment so that you could pin her under you.

You relished in that split moment.

Carmilla laying beneath you, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, black lipstick smeared down and an evil, needy grin spreading across her face like she'd bite you.

But maybe that's what you wanted.

"I love you," you stated, the confidence in those three words- in the way she made you feel- was enough.

She laughed, a sexy little ringing in your ears that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh mi corazón, you make me feel young again." She pulled you down into her chest, smothering you in kisses, the two of you giggling like a pair of young lovebirds.

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chloeriversong · 2 months

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[Angst And Fluff] Carmilla Carmine And Hellhound Female Child! Reader Care

Warning, Warning: This Oneshot may contain: The loss of a Parent, Death, Blood, Angst, Exorcists being Exorcists

You have been warned! Please skip this if you’re easily triggered by the warnings that I mentioned above.

Characters may be out of character.

Both Odette and Clara were watching their adoptive sister while their mother was in a meeting with a client who wanted to purchase some of her weapons, their new sister was a hellhound that they and their mother stumble upon during Extermination Day, they saw her kneeling next to her mother; who had an angelic spear in her back. The Exorcists were known to attack Sinners only, but one of them killed a Hellhound, which is hellborn by default but a few seen in the pride ring are rare.

Carmilla took pity on the child as she just lost her mother and couldn’t leave her by herself, not in the open and especially not alone when the Extermination just ended. Odette brushed [Name]’s [Hair Length] [Hair Color] while avoiding her ears that were flicking as her tail was resting on the ground, Clara was checking her phone to check on orders that were getting shipped to Clients that had paid for weapons. “Mother should be back in any minute,” Clara pointed out, putting her phone away.

Carmilla and her daughters were gathering angelic spears that were left behind by the Exorcists, surely they were careful since they had been attacked before and Carmilla didn’t want to make the same mistake and put her children in danger again. They had stopped when a muffled cry caught their mother’s attention, making the older demon narrow her eyes as they approached the source of the crying. Once they arrived at the area where the crying was coming from, both Odette and Clara stood there in shock and horrified.

A hellhound child was kneeling next to an adult Hellhound with an angelic spear in her back, Carmilla felt her eyes widen when she saw the spear in the adult’s back, did an Exorcist kill a hellborn? Were they breaking the tradition and going after Hellborns now? Questions run through the older demon’s head as she approaches the child, watching her ears perk up before they’re pinned back.

[Name] lifts her head out of her hands due to hearing approaching footsteps and the clicking of metal sound, at least she thinks it’s metal clicking against the ground. “Don’t be afraid, young one. What happened?” Carmilla asked while she kneeled to the child’s eyesight, looking over her [Fur Color] for any wounds if she got injured but didn’t see any blood on her. “My mother was trying to protect me and a sinner child from an Exorcist…” [Name] looked over to her mother’s dead body, only to hide her face in her hands again.

“My mother gave us enough time to escape, but another Exorcist came behind her…” She explained as Carmilla felt her stomach drop when the child explained what happened, no child should experience such a thing, making the older demon pull the hellhound child close to her; taking pity on the child since she lost her parent to an Exorcist while protecting a sinner child. “Mother, what are we going to do? We can’t leave her by herself,” Odette spoke up, watching her mother pick up the young hellhound.

At that moment, Carmilla had taken in [Name] and adopted her as her daughter, giving her some time to adjust to her new surroundings and newfound family. Clara placed a hand on top of [Name]’s head, giving her a warm smile as her eyes watched her little sister’s tail wagging happily, watching as her ears flickered softly. The sound of metal clicking against the floor had the hellhound’s ears all the way perked up, both Odette and Clara looked at each other and nodded their heads to each other.

Clara had gotten up from her spot to let their mother in, surely the older demon can open doors on her own, but sometimes one of her older daughters would open the door for her. “Welcome home, mother,” Both Odette and Clara greeted their mother, while [Name] ran up to her adoptive mother to give her a hug, which made her smile. Soon enough, her two daughters joined their little sister in hugging their mother, which made Carmilla smile wider. “I missed you too, my children.” She returned the group hug.

It stayed like this for a couple of minutes before a yawn escaped from [Name], showing her small canine-like teeth, covering her mouth due to exhaustion kicking in. “Somebody is tired,” Carmilla looked down at her adoptive daughter, being careful as she boops the hellhound’s nose as she had long fingers. “We took her out for a walk since we had some deliveries to make, we thought she could use some exercise and we couldn’t leave her alone,” Odette explained to her mother, who nodded her head softly.

“Thank you, girls. I appreciate your help with your sister,” Carmilla carefully picked up the [Fur Color] hellhound in her arms, hugging her youngest child close to her, watching as [Name] curls up close to her. “You’re welcome, mom.” Clara smiled as she and Odette watched their mother closely, as their eyes landed on their young sister’s tag; it was wagging softly. “Sweet dreams, little sister. We’ll see you whenever you wake up,” Odette couldn’t help but grin softly, the two still had some deliveries to make, and wanted to spend time with their sister.

[Name] looked over her adoptive mother’s shoulder and waved at her sister, saying goodbye to them as their mother started taking her to her room, surely it wasn’t her bedtime yet since there was some daylight left outside; even though a nap wouldn’t hurt a child since they attend to take naps after an exhausting day. “Did you have fun with your sisters, my little one?” Carmilla asked while walking down the hallways, feeling her youngest child shifting around a bit before she got comfortable again.

“Yes, they took me shopping for new clothes and hair clips, plus we went to the small park that the Princess opened up.” [Name] smiled happily as she remembered that the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar had opened up a park for the little children that were hellborn or a sinner can play in and give their parents or adoptive parents a place to relax, the princess had a good heart. “That sounds relaxing, maybe one of these days I’ll take you back when I’m not busy with the other Overlords.” Carmilla couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Things had quieted down when Carmilla reached [Name]’s door, the door itself was decorated with stickers and small drawings, along with having [Name]’s name on it. She carefully opened her adoptive daughter’s door to her bedroom, which was decorated with small things and a bed for her to sleep in. The older demon walked over to the child’s bed and placed her daughter down, carefully as she covered the young hellhound up. “Sweet dreams, my little princess.” She kissed her adoptive daughter’s cheek.

“I will, mom.” The young hellhound let out a small yawn as her [Eye Color] eyes started to close, only shifting comfortably in her bed as she drifted off to sleep, making Carmilla smile as she walked out of the room; closing the door quietly and carefully since she didn’t want to startle her young daughter. Carmilla soon headed to her office to work on some shipments and such, since her two older daughters deal with shipping them out and having their clients sign the forms that they take with them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'm sorry if this seems short, I am tired and very hungry.

P.S I only did this for fun and stress relief since I was going through a tough time on a weekend, but I feel better.

Hazbin Hotel and it's characters belongs to Vivienne Medrano (Vivziepop) and Amazon Prime (Network)

The image does not belong to me, it belongs to its rightful owner/poster

#Hazbin Hotel X Reader Oneshot #Hazbin Hotel X Reader Insert #Carmilla Carmine X Reader #Carmilla Carmine And Reader #Hellhound Reader #Angst #Fluff #Warning at the start #Hazbin Hotel X Reader

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happyhauntt · 2 months

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𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘!

sentence prompts from the webseries 'carmilla'.

• "what makes them any different than i am?" "what makes any person sacred to another?"

• "they aren't mine. you are. to annoy, or not. to love, or not. to save, or not."

• "a certain amount of murder just comes with the territory."

• "do you miss me?" "like someone cut a hole in me."

• "you think i hid you here after everything because i don't care? because the thought of something happening to you doesn't make me feel like i can't breathe?"

• "maybe the world is about to end, but if it is, i want us to have something good to hold on to."

• "i mean, the story goes: you fall in love with a monster and then they stop being all monster-y! the story isn't just... fall in love with a monster. that would be a stupid story."

• "behold! vampire bait."

• "i know krav maga. i am a weapon."

• "is it some kind of terrifying chicken demon?"

• "i know you're not just doing it for me, but..." "don't be an idiot. of course i'm doing it for you."

• "i don't want to pretend that what i feel about you is some stupid, frothy thing that doesn't matter, because it is like the axis that my world turns on."

• "you did something terrible to her, didn't you?" "define terrible."

• "don't you look like a virgin sacrifice."

• "you kiss me and it cracks me open and all of my stupid, messy hopes come tumbling out in maybes and somedays and how is that fair?"

• "well, sorry my post-traumatic revelation was inconveniently timed for you."

• "have you ever considered that maybe 'hero' isn’t one thing that one person was supposed to be by themselves? that maybe, in this story, you are my hero and i'm your hero."

• "MURDER HER FOR CHRISTMAS!"

• "i don’t want that to be our story. okay? our story is that we made each other better. so we go together."

• "i love you so much. i'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

• "we've had kisses and cocoa and stars and dancing. that's so much more than nothing."

• "dream on, creampuff."

• "i wouldn't want to be doomed with anyone but you."

• "don't take this the wrong way or anything but why am i not dead?"

• "even if the whole world burns, i won't lose you."

• "worst. crush. ever."

• "i don't want you watching me die."

• "this isn't, like, 'yesterday dead' or 'three weeks ago dead.' this is like 'predates opposible thumbs' dead."

• "i think i'd like to be dead now."

• "how sweet. doomed, clearly, but still very sweet."

• "pg13, how incredibly dull."

• "you were sleeping at the desk and doing adorable twitchy things that i can only imagine involves sleep-murdering a ball of yarn."

• "they were going to kill them, i get it, you saved them. but you can bring them back now. they're safe now. god! bring them back! JUST BRING THEM BACK TO ME PLEASE!"

• "you must think i'm ridiculous, what, with your sex, blood and rock'n'roll attitude."

• "could we pretend, just for tonight, that if i asked we'd run away?"

• "my feelings are not squishy."

• "comrades working shoulder to shoulder. with no desperate kissing or lusty sexual undertones. no awkwardness. just good, old fashioned platonic buddies."

• "did you pick a fight with a god?!"

• "those are bloody footprints! we do not run in the direction of bloody footprints!"

• "all I know is that in more than a century, you’re the only person I ever found worth saving. you and no one else."

• "you're in this mess because i am anything but a hero."

• "okay maybe let’s not throw ourselves at the centuries old, supernatural murder machine."

#carmilla is DEEPLY underrated and this is part of my campaign to convince more people to watch it #fluff prompts #otp prompts #creative writer #writing prompts #writeblr #romance prompts #angst prompts #dialogue prompts #* type: prompts.

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thedreamingpiscesfangirl42 · 3 months

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What if-

There’s a misunderstanding where Zestial believes Carmilla is going on a date with someone that isn’t him, and he only found out because he showed up at her weapons factory/office to surprise her with dinner and finally confessing his feelings?

And vice versa, what if he tells her he wants to meet up, and she finally decides to confess her feelings, but something happens and he never shows up, so she takes it as actions speak louder than words and assumes that this is his way of saying he’s pulling away from their friendship, with no explanation?? 👀

Yes, slight angst stuff is invading my mind right now 😂

#zestial #carmilla #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel #zestmilla #headcanon #slight angst #misunderstandings in love #they’re two idiots in love #sometimes there are no brain cells shared between them

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tanema123 · 1 month

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Enjoy peeps. 🫠

It has a bit of everything.

Summary:

The silence was loud for Zestial this afternoon. He sat in the garden of his home, as he raised the old tea cup to his lips. The green tea was the perfect amount of sweetness and bitterness, with just a touch of honey. He swished it around his mouth, enjoying the bitter sweetness hitting his taste buds. His thoughts have been constantly shifting lately... He has been thinking of things he hasn't thought of before. He sighed, as his stare lowered to his side.

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aimseytv · 2 years

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carmilla karnstein reject me so i can move on

#it’s been seven years and i still think about her #everything about that show still makes me feel emotions #hollstein were truly the ‘i’ll take care of you’ ‘it’s rotten work’ ‘not to me not if it’s you’ trope #i don’t think i’ll ever get through a series as fast as i watched carmilla and im about to rewatch it for the 100th time for the gay angst #carmila #hollstein #laura hollis

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seramilla · 15 days

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Aww Sera and Carmilla expecting a baby...Emily and the Carmine sisters would be so excited and Carmilla is going to be so protective.

The moment Carmilla sits her girls down, saying she has something important to tell them, they're automatically expecting the worst. After the attempts on both Sera's and Odette's lives in the past year, neither sister feels fully prepared for any more bad news.

Then once Emily sees the look of dread on the sisters' faces, she also sits down, readying herself for whatever foreboding thing Carmilla may have in store for them all.

Sera comes up behind Carmilla, laying her hand on her wife's shoulder, for moral and emotional support. Fuck, the girls think in unison, this can't be good, if Sera has to help her give the news.

"Mom?" Clara asks, a little concerned. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Carmilla's face is not worried. And then, Sera is suddenly smiling. Wait, why is Sera smiling?

"Girls," Carmilla starts, feeling the solid pressure of Sera's hand on her back. She reaches up to grasp the Seraphim's soft hand in hers, entwining their fingers together. Carmilla takes it as a sign to continue. "Sera has just informed me that she's with child."

Odette and Clara can't believe it at first. Neither can Emily. In fact, they all seem rather confused. Their faces twist up, as if Carmilla has just grown two heads. Maybe she has; did their mother just say that Sera is pregnant?

"Wait, what?" Odette asks, when neither fallen angel stops smiling. She looks back and forth between the two of them, still waiting for the punchline of the joke, but it never seems to land. "Wait. You're serious? You're not serious! Wait! Mom! You're serious?!"

"Mom??!!" Clara shrieks, lower jaw practically hitting the floor, as she stands up from her seat in excitement.

"SERA!!???" Behind Clara, Emily screeches even louder, holding her hands up to her face. The smaller angel bounces up and down ecstatically, letting out an adorable duck-like squeak at the prospect of what Carmilla's just said.

"Yes, Emily," Sera says, giggling, highly amused at her sister's response. Carmilla's laughing now, too. The difference in each girl's reaction is comical.

"Is it yours?" Odette asks. "It is yours, right, Mom? I mean, who else would it belong to? Hahaha, holy shit, wow. Sera, I can't believe it!"

"I'm gonna be a big sister!" Clara screams, giving Emily a high five.

"I'm gonna be a big...aunt...sister...bigauntsister?!" Emily screams even louder, returning Clara's high five.

Odette's still tries to work out the logistics of this development in her head, but she doesn't get very far, because Clara and Emily draw her into a hug, and then she remembers how ecstatic she is, and they all hug each other, and screech some more.

Then Emily, ever the empath, runs over to hug Sera, who looks down at her sister, stroking the side of the little angel's face.

"I love you, Sera," Emily says, burying her face in her taller sister's robes. "I'm so happy for you!"

Sera bends down to eye level, and returns the gesture, embracing Emily tightly. Even though Sera is far from showing at this point, Emily touches her stomach, grinning wildly at her.

"I love you, too, Emily. You're going to be such a good influence on them. I just know it."

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #sera hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #ask #anon #fan theories #seramilla #attempted murder angst au

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seb-reads31 · 7 days

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As wholesome as your previous requests seem from reading, I'd love to request an angst fic for Camilla x g/n reader.

Reader feeling ignored by her due to work commitments and not much effort on her part to make up for it. The moment they mention it, it leads to a big argument with the reader leaving despite being late evening. She thinks it's just a bluff until she wakes up the following morning and they're still not back (clothes gone and phone turned off). Hopefully a slightly better/comfort ending where she can start to win back their love.

Cautions - Carmilla being a workaholic, her snapping at you, Clara, and Odette, reader and Carmilla argue, me suffering at the hands of dialog, mean Carmilla ☹️, bad Spanish (please don't cancel me 😭 I'm learning I swear)

Type - angst, eventual fluff

Genre - head canons (I'm gonna try bullet points on this cause the hyphens are starting to tick me off)

Comments - FINALLY ANGST- Like, I thoroughly love me some fluff, don't get me wrong, but I wanna know what it's like crying while writing something. So thank you 🙏🙏 (I decided to make reader and Carmilla married, I hope that's okay!) AND THANK YOU TO THAT PERSON WHO COMMENTED CARMILLA PET NAMES (let me know if I'm using them right I beg of you 😭)

You were serious..?

We all know Carmilla is a work oriented woman, and sometimes around the beginning of the month before the extermination, she gets some VERY large orders, causing her to neglect her own health sometimes to make sure everything is done precisely and without any issues

And you loved her for that, really. It inspired you to be more helpful, doing some shipments here and there, help with some paperwork, the usual

But recently, there's been a random spike of orders right after the extermination, not giving anyone a break.

And it's drowning the entire company into a work frenzy, and it feels like it's never going to end

After a couple weeks of this, it slowed down a little, not by much, but enough to have a little time to yourselves, including some time with your beautiful wife, Carmilla..

..who didn't even respond when you knocked on her office door. It's been like this for the past 2, nearly three weeks, what is going on??

The only times you two talk is when you're going to bed (if you're even awake when she does decide to get in your shared bed, or if she falls asleep at her desk for the hundredth time) or whenever you need her to sign off on certain orders here and there throughout the day

But after that.. nothing. She doesn't even message you throughout the day with random 'I love you's, 'I miss you', nothing. Just radio silence cough like Alastor cough

You messaged Odette and Clara, asking if they had spoken to her aside from work talks, and they said the exact same thing, nothing

However, they had actually tried talking to their mother, but she brushed them off, saying "I'm busy, go find something to do that isn't bothering me."

Now that really pissed you off. So, you did the sensible thing and marched over to her office, giving it a harsh knock.

"Carmilla, love? We need to talk. Now. I'm not taking no for an answer." It was short, but straight to the point. As much as you wanted to be gentle about this, you couldn't when she snapped at your sweet girls for just checking in on her

Nothing came from the other side of the door, which ticked you off more.

"Carmilla, this is serious. Open the door, we have to have a discussion about your working as of late."

Now that, got you a reaction. You heard a small thud, possibly slamming her pen down on her desk, then a rough "Come in" came from the other side

You immediately swung the door open, and slammed it behind you.

"What is up with you lately?? You haven't been talking to anyone, you refuse to take breaks, you snapped at our children for checking on you, and you don't want to talk about anything that isn't work related!"

"I don't even see you come to bed anymore BECAUSE you're so engrossed in your work. I get that it's been super busy lately, but that's no reason to-" Before you could finish your sentence Carmilla stood up and slammed her large hands against her desk

"I work this hard because I need to! I didn't ask for you to care about me, I thought I made it VERY clear that I didn't want to be bothered, but apparently you're too stubborn to see that." Her voice was cold, and her eyes were a sharp glare, much like the weapons she sold

"If you wish to continue and whine like a child then do it somewhere else, I don't need anymore distractions." Her words sunk into your heart like a blade, tears starting to prick your eyes

"C-Carmilla.. take it back." There was a waver in your voice, your eyebrows still angry, but pain and sorrow were evident in your eyes and words.

"Why should I? You've done nothing but bother me and keep me from my work."

"If you don't, then I'm going to leave. If you don't apologize by tonight then you won't see me tomorrow morning." A tear ran down your cheek, but you didn't look away from Carmilla, keeping a challenging glare in your eyes

"Go ahead, see if I care." She scoffed, then sat back down and continued with her paper work.

"Fine then." You stomped out of the room, slamming the office door as you went. The slam throbbed in Carmilla's head, but she took a small breath, then continued her work

Carmilla awoke with a yawn, her back hating her for her slumped position on her desk.

She noticed a blanket on her back, courtesy of her daughters. She felt.. guilty. After thinking about exactly why, she remembered how she snapped at her daughters then.. you. Calling you a distraction, a bother, whiney, all for asking what was wrong.

She was stressed, but that was no reason to treat you that way, you and your daughters.

She stood up, cleaning herself up before leaving her office, looking for Clara and Odette so she could apologize and ask where you were.

When she did, her eyes became misty, pulling in her sweet and kind girls into a heartwarming hug and whispering how sorry she was into their ears

They, of course, accepted the apology, also feeling misty eyed at how sentimental their mother was as of now

"Clara, Odette, where's mi vida? I need to apologize to them too. I said some things that need to be addressed."

The two girls both looked at each other, then Carmilla again, with a concerned look etched on their faces

"They.. uh, weren't here for breakfast, so maybe your bedroom?"

Carmilla nodded, then kissed them both on the forehead. "I'll go apologize and bring them down, then we can all have brunch together." The two girls nodded, and Carmilla made her way upstairs to find you

The only problem is.. is that you're not there. Some of your clothes, bathroom necessities, shoes, and even a couple of picture frames are gone

Carmilla was startled, then began searching for you, calling your name around your shared grand bedroom

It was when she walked close to her side of the bed when she saw a note (WE JUST GOT A LETTER) on her side of the bed

(I'm not in the mood to right a note, so sorry, but basically you need a break and you're staying with Rosie until you forgave Carmilla for being mean :(( )

Carmilla didn't even think before she was running out of her building, through her territory, and could see the beginnings of Cannibal town

Her lungs were screaming, but her heart was aching at the pain she caused you, making her continue to run until she saw Rosie's parlor

She bursted inside, panting as she stood in the doorway with many black and damn near soulless eyes with sharp teeth to match stared at her disheveled form

She didn't even get a word in before the crowd parted and revealed a tall, slender, and pale yet sophisticated woman, our darling Rosie has appeared!

And she was... not smiling.. oh boy

"Now you listen here young lady!" Rosie had started to sassily walk over to Carmilla, grabbing her ear (does she even have ears omfg, if she doesn't then pretend she grabs her cheek) and begins pulling her towards the back rooms of her parlor, scolding all along the way

"Don't you have some nerve showing up here after your spouse came here bawling their eyes out!" Carmilla felt like she should feel offended that Rosie was embarrassing her like this, but she couldn't after how she treated you.

Rosie finally let go of her, rubbing the pinched bit to relieve the stinging, then, she laid eyes on you

"Oh, mi corazón, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like that! You didn't deserve me snapping at you, I was stressed and took it out on you and our sweet girls. None of you deserved it, and I deeply apologize." She hung her head in shame, hoping you would accept her apology, so she could do more to show you how much she appreciated you.

She was already planning a nice dinner, several at home dates, and some family activities for you all to do together and bond again, as well as take a well deserved break from working.

She didn't look up until you hugged her, her arms quickly wrapping around you too

"You really need to work on this. What you said was hurtful, and I won't forget it. But I will forgive you, because I still love and care about you."

And that's all she needed to squeeze you tighter and murmur more apologies and thank you's, and even promises of taking breaks and not lashing out on others from stress. <3

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #reader insert #head canon #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel angst

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lilbabjojo · 2 months

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if you're open to angst, maybe you could do a fic where Carmilla finds out that Vaggie has anorexia and has to confront her about it. the confrontation makes Vaggie regress but a good thing is that she is able to eat a little bit normally when small

Absolutely! I did my best, as I do not have anorexia myself.

TW: Anorexia

No one noticed anything was wrong, and Vaggie wanted to keep it that way. She needed to maintain her shape. She couldn't gain weight. She just couldn't. She thought it would be easy...

Until she passed out while training.

"Mija!" Carmilla called out, trying to wake up the girl on the ground. She placed a hand on her forehead, but felt no fever.

Vaggie woke up after a few minutes.

"Vaggie, what happened?" Carmilla asked.

"What do you mean? I just uh..." Vaggie froze when Carmilla took her arm.

"Mija... What happened to you? I haven't been this close in weeks and you're so thin! Have you not been eating?" Carmilla asked. Vaggie went silent, tears filling her eyes. "Vaggie..."

"I..." Vaggie started.

"Vaggie... Why?" Carmilla asked, as calm as she could. "Why would you...?"

"I... It's really silly but... When I was an exorcist, we all had to be really small and..." Vaggie started to sob. Carmilla pulled her close.

"There is NOTHING wrong with how big or small you are, Vaggie. Please... You're hurting yourself. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?" Carmilla asked, holding Vaggie as close as she could without hurting her. Vaggie felt so... Fragile. "Is this why you've been avoiding..." Vaggie nodded.

"'m sorry," Vaggie cried.

"Shhh. No, Mija. I'm sorry. Someone should've checked up on you... I should've checked on you," Carmilla soothed, her own mother's guilt showing through. Vaggie cried harder into her shoulder, hugging her mother tightly, feeling the fuzziness creep into her brain. Carmilla rubbed her back gently, before carefully lifting her.

Vaggie squeaked, looking up at her.

"Let's get you something to eat, carina," Carmilla said softly. Vaggie looked confused, not comprehending what was said. Carmilla gently set Vaggie in a chair, quickly preparing some applesauce for her.

Vaggie looked up at her, not her usual happy Little self. When Carmilla lifted the spoon, Vaggie started crying again.

"Mija... You need food. You don't want to fall down and get hurt again, do you? And you certainly can't be feeling well without it," Carmilla explained. Vaggie calmed down slightly, sniffling and opening her mouth. "Good girl. You're doing such a good job, dear."

The feeding went smoother after that, Vaggie managing to finish half the bowl before refusing.

"Alright, but you need to let me know if you feel hungry, ok dear?" Carmilla asked. Vaggie nodded shyly, reaching up her Carmilla. Carmilla picked her up, kissing her head. "You did so well today. You were so, so brave."

#agere #age regression #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #age regressor #agere caregiver #hazbin hotel #hazbin carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #tw ed #tw eating disorder #tw anorexia #angst #tw angst

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asmodeus-682 · 3 months

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Angst concept I had

Zestial was a witch hunter in life, and in hell he used burning to take out overlords to reach the top. However when he became an overlord he began to regret his actions, he slowly began to hate fire maybe even fear it to an extent. This fear causing Zestial to try avoid fire at all costs

One time Zestial went camping with Carmilla and her daughters; when it came to roasting marshmallows over the campfire he freaked out. Remembering how he used to burn innocent people at the stake in his life and early days of his afterlife. Carmilla notices her friend having a panic attack and holds his hand to keep him calm as they roast marshmallows

#hazbin hotel #zestial hazbin hotel #carmilla hazbin hotel #clara carmine hazbin hotel #Odette Carmine hazbin hotel #not necessarily Zestmilla but can be seen that way if you want #angst #vivziepop #vivienne medrano

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bearw-me · 18 days

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This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

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