#Zestial's so cool

[drama-glob]

I love getting to see Zestial and Carmilla Carmine appear in the third episode of "Hazbin Hotel," but aside from their designs, I just treasure the friendship (or perhaps more ;) ) that these two have. ^_^ I find the duality of it sweet that someone like Zestial, who Sinners were actively trying to run away from and set themselves on fire at the mere sight of him as well as being someone who revels in their screams, is able to be observant and show genuine care when those close to him seem distressed. ^_^<3<3<3 He's scary and clearly has done many evil things, but he's more than just that. ;)

The slight smile on Carmilla's face when she sees Zestial as well as her daughter having a more obvious one at his arrival certainly shows that he's been kind to Carmilla and her family over the many years. Carmilla definitely cares for Zestial too with her not standing for Velvette's disrespect as well as her looking at him during her song "Whatever It Takes," to which Zestial seems to be processing what she's saying/show concern since he likely doesn't want her to take on such a burden or see her hurt either. ^_^<3<3<3

*I totally ship them by the way in case that wasn't obvious. ;) ^_^ <3<3<3 I'm mainly worried that either Carmilla or Zestial will die soon because of their connection and Carmilla's slight against Heaven with killing the angel. ;_; ;_; ;_; Both deaths would have significant consequences with power vacuums, but I'd mainly just be sad because one of them is dead. ;_; ;_; ;_;

[theoddest1]

Zestial is pretty cool.

That's it, that's the post.

[jinxed-sinner]

Alright here's my full (possibly hot) take on redesigning Hazbin Hotel characters and making a video showcasing those redesigns while you criticize the official designs.

First and foremost, you are redesigning someone else's OCs. Hazbin Hotel is, in essence, a passion project for Viv. How she talks about it makes that incredibly clear to me. The only difference between Hazbin Hotel and, for example, the story I'm developing surrounding some of my D&D OCs is that Hazbin Hotel got picked up by a streaming service and is significantly more popular than most passsion projects get.

Personally if someone wanted to redesign my D&D OCs, I wouldn't mind it, in fact I'd probably think it was really cool that someone would want to redesign one of my OCs to be closer to their tastes in terms of what they like to draw. I would, however, be made incredibly uncomfortable if someone made a video redesigning them where they also pointed out everything they thought was wrong with the designs. I didn't design these specific D&D characters to be 1-to-1 accurate to their classes in D&D or to look professionally designed. I designed them how I wanted them to look for the story I'm telling because I don't plan to ever play them in a campaign. The main character Avlan is a paladin, and I can acknowledge that his design might not look exactly like a paladin. One of the tabaxi in the story (Ice) is a bard and the other (Spark) is a ranger, and I acknowledge that their classes might not come across well in their designs. The single tiefling I've designed for this story (Tragedy) is a cleric but might not come off as one in their design. But I specifically designed them to be easy for me to draw because I want to be able to tell this story through my art. Having someone say "oh, Avlan's armor isn't paladin enough!" or "Avlan's fur colors and patterns should be closer to a wild rabbit's because harengon shouldn't be based on domestic rabbit colors!" would fucking hurt (especially because I'm so attached to Avlan, but it would hurt just as much if similar comments were made about Ice, Spark, or Tragedy). I am so passionate about these characters and being told their designs are bad or wrong in some way would be like a stab in the heart, and it would still feel like a stab in the heart if this story ever got a massive fandom behind it. Giving Avlan more complex armor because you think it'd look cool or just want to see what it'd look like? Sure, if I could draw more complex armor I'd give him more complex armor too. Giving him more complex armor but also shitting on the armor I decide to draw him with? My motivation to draw him in his armor, potentially draw him period, would be dead for WEEKS.

Why is it suddenly okay just because someone's passion project was picked up by Amazon Prime? Why is it suddenly okay to be "fixing" someone's character designs just because the project has a much bigger budget than most artists get and is on a popular streaming service? It's not. I don't care if you're a professional character designer, or think a specific character would look better with certain traits, or just don't like the character designs.

Hazbin Hotel is still Vivienne Medrano's passion project, and redesigning her characters and making videos talking about everything you think is "wrong" with them is, honestly, disgusting. You can make videos explaining your choices in your redesigns without putting down the designs that already exist, whether you like them or not. Me thinking Lucifer looks better with his tail not restricted to his full demon form doesn't suddenly mean I don't like his official design, because I fucking love it. If you wouldn't do it to an artist whose passion project is just a webcomic here on Tumblr, don't fucking do it to an artist whose passion project got picked up for a cartoon by a big streaming service (or any company for that matter).

[7thingsnbeings]

I think this has become one of my favourite ships in Hazbin Hotel.

Carmilla when someone speaks to Zestial that way™.

Boi, these character designs did NOT want to be in these poses, but I insisted on figuring how to make it work for the memes. I hope you can appreciate my sacrifice.

Extra:

[teamfortresstwo]

I get why Vox & Zestial is such a niche ship but,,, I’m weak at the knees for it .

[phenphoenix]

ALRIGHT

Took me like a whole week to get this all put together but it's FINALLY DONE! A much better and Prettier Masterpost for the Hazbin AU that is now named-

//THE HART HOTEL//

The Hart Hotel is a more in-depth swap au following Alastor the (previous overlord) Radio demon and his venture into building a Hotel of rehabilitation. Alongside him is his best friend Anthony, famous pornstar Vaggie, and the princess of Hell herself, Charlotte Morningstar. Follow him and many others as the very foundations of Heaven and Hell are challenged with the singular question, "Can a sinner be redeemed?"

Credit to @storm-ismyusername for being the one to suggest "The Hart Hotel" as the name for this AU!

Finalized swaps so far (any missing links will be added when a character sheet is completed)

Alastor - Charlie

Angel dust - Vaggie

Husk - Niffty

Sir Pentious - Cherri Bomb

The Vees

Adam - Sera

Lute - Emily

Lillith - Lucifer

Zestial - Carmilla

Katie Killjoy - Tom Trench

Rosie - mimzy (fashion sense)

Mimzy - Seviathan Von Eldritch (In regards to a long haven friend bringing trouble to the hotel)

Also, here is a very cool and hip spread sheet made by @welcometothedarkseid going over various episodes and extra bits! Lots of stuff is still in development, and who knows? Some things might change later on, but anyways, let the brainworms be upon ye

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12rlMmqcnU0cuD0BFej6kbcpXNHWTbJrL0c9_JPo71Qs/edit?usp=sharing

[st0r-fruit]

Overlord Reader Hcs

A/N: Hi, this is my first time writing headcanons for reader, so please let me know if I made any mistakes! I made this because i thought it'd be nice and cool to have a reader as an overlord. A heads up that i haven't fully watched Hazbin so there might be inaccuracies.

You're an overlord, right? And not just an overlord, you're one of the richest, next to the Vee's.

You own a fine plaza of drugery and alcoholic, and a top quality successful companies of those. It's not a surprise, you're the overlord of substances and alcohol. Demons will pay MILLIONS of bucks to have a stash of your finest drugs.

You have a district on the border city zone in between the district's of the Vee's, Carmilla Carmine's and the inner city of Pentagram City. Your district is a melting pot of cultures due to being in the middle of other districts.

In a meeting with other Overlords, you'd take important notes and remind others if things drift away. That fight between Velvet and Camille? Yeah you had to break ice to ease tension before forgetting the main goal of the meeting.

Your seating position in meetings is on the right side of Rosie, your best friend.

Honestly? You're everybody's comfort buddy, even to Alastor. You bring in some comforting presence to other demons.

Relationships with other Overlords

Valentino is your top customer, ordering around 20 of your fine drugs, wine and fancy cigars. He is usually the one to make your stock reduced to little to nothing if he buys on a day. He doesn't trust any of the other companies who sells the exact items, even if you say it's excellent quality.

Technology in your small place is quite modern and techy, thanks to Vox. You flatter Vox on how advanced and cool his technology is, he usually is flustered and grumpy hearing that from you, but you know he likes it seeing that he gives you multiple rather big discounts on his products.

Your fashion culture is jumbled too. Making Velvette, the queen of fashion, questions each of your outfits. She's actually impressed, being able to mix and match right article of clothings. She gives you unsolicited advice on fashion, but you tried one of those once and BAM! Slayed 10x more with that advice. You'd took mental notes of her advices and thanked her whenever you can.

Speaking of clothing, you liked shopping and browsing in Rosie's Emporium. YOU are one of the favorite customers of Rosie. She loves your interest on 1910's fashion, frequently treating you on some products. You two would gossip on the emporium, spilling teas and laughing your asses out from all the stories.

Zestial likes to visit your plaza for wine tasting, loving all of your finest selections of wine and a surprisingly rare collection of teas (with cheese! You were prepared with the teas incase he didn't like any of the wine). You and him likes to talk about improvement of each districts with a side of said wine and cheese. Oh how he'd rant to you about Velvette's attitude and you'd pat his back.

Carmilla is another one of your customers, frequently ordering drugs and medicine from you. The drugs you produced somehow made her swifter at combat and confidence. On the other hand, medicines you produced was strong and high quality, it kept her from being irritated of Velvette.

Alastor was...quite the intresting demon in your opinion. Although, you try to not get any troubles with him, so acquaintance is the perfect word for the two of you. He once visited your alcohol parlor to find a nice wine to side with his mom's jambalaya. Of course you helped him, with your naturally charming personality and helpfulness, the radio demon got his wine. The next day, you received a homeade jambalaya soup from him, as a thanks for finding the nice wine. Maybe he's not that bad?

I hope you all like it!! Let me know if you like a part 2! Or do let me know if there's any mistake!

(holyshit i reached the tag limit guy oh wow)

[allastoredeer]

I know you ship Alastor and Zestial together, but I have a headcanon that Zestial has a history with Lucifer. They go waaaaaaaaaay back, like before Zestial even died. This is actually part of a much more detailed headcanon that i want to delve into more later about humans born with extrasensory abilities in the Hellaverse. But for now I just want to focus on the Zestial/Lucifer parts😋

Lucifer and Zestial, because of how long they've known each other and how much their...friendship has evolved since they've first met, act very familiar towards one another.

Very VERY familiar towards one another...

lm saying these two radiate "Yeah, we've had crazy monkey sex more times than we can count, what of it?" energy whenever they're so much as in the same room. Every time they interact, there are so many soft knowing smiles and long heated stares and lingering touches to each other’s hands or faces and just SO MUCH sexual chemistry that it could make even Angel Dust blush.

Here's the thing, though. If asked about it, neither Zestial nor Lucifer will ever give a straight (snrk!🤭) answer one way or another. No matter what, they both refuse to either confirm or deny the nature of their relationship or even give any clear details about their past together. They enjoy keeping people guessing. So imagine Zestial visiting Lucifer at the hotel for some afternoon tea, and Alastor ends up joining them. Which leads to Alastor having a front row seat to Lucifer and Zestial trading endless inside jokes and double entendres, daintily sipping their tea as they fuck each other with their eyes. And poor Alastor the whole time is just🫢��😳🤯

(Btw, Lucifer and Lilith had/have an open relationship. So, whatever is going on between Lucifer and Zestial and Alastor??, Lilith is cool with it. It's the same with Zestial and Carmilla👍)

I just love Alastor having a big fat crush on Zestial and not knowing what to do about it

[helluvapoison]

Crystal Clear

Zestial x Reader

warning: lil violence, probably inaccurate old english

Consider yourself lucky to find yourself under Zestial’s good graces and watchful eyes. While he sends you bottles of delicious, ancient wine and carnivorous flowers, others are on the opposite end. That’s what Alastor tells you at least and he refuses to elaborate. While you’re curious to know what could be the opposite of flowers, you think your imagination might be an easier pill to swallow than the truth.

You’ve long since agreed to go on that promenade with the Overlord (which you’ve found out means a walk by a lake) but Zestial, according to the notes on the recent bouquet of grey roses, “hasn’t known a moment’s peace” for a month now. His cursive is flawless with accentuated strokes and curls that take up the entire card. You wanted to thank him for all the gifts but a call felt impersonal… and something told you he didn’t own a phone.

A letter would probably suffice except you weren’t sure where to send it. Alastor continued to be no help. At first it struck you as odd because you thought the two of them were friends but that’s on you, you should have known Alastor doesn’t have friends. So you set out to Zestial’s corner of The Pride Ring. It was old fashioned like Cannibal Town but not nearly as nice.

By that, you mean the people are just as shitty as they are everywhere else in Hell.

Not even two steps over the invisible threshold and you’re shoved into the side of a building, cool brick meeting your shoulder hard. You move to give the jerk a silent “fuck you” at the very least, raising your middle finger as she bolts away from you. Two steps the same, she’s dragged into an alley by a shadow.

“Pray tell,” A familiar voice, so smooth and close, drowns out the nearby screaming. Zestial himself steals your attention and your breath. You don’t even have time to wonder where he came from.

“Doth thyn own eyes deceive? A firefly has entered the web of a spider by thous own accord? Thy had not expected this turn of events. What brings thee to my web this hellish day?”

“Oh! I wanted to thank you for all the presents you sent.” You explain, patting your pockets for the envelope addressed to him.

Humming, his eyes roam across his name as he gingerly takes the pink paper. He doesn’t open it then, instead bringing into the abyss of his coat where it disappears from your sight.

“The pleasure belongs entirely to thyn own self,” Zestial says politely, his smile disappearing as he speaks, “Oh how outrageous thou must be, for thou has been generously patient. Apologies, firefly. Thyst swears this will not happen twice.”

You tilted your head, brows pulling together as you deciphered Zestial’s words. When it settles in you’re quick to hold up your hands. You’re so quick to fix things, you missed his pet name again.

“I—Oh! No, I’m not upset! I understand you’re busy.”

This pleases Zestial immensely, his smile returning and etching across his face once more.

“Thous kindness continues. Please, allow thy to return thee from whence thou came. Thyn would be remiss should something happen to thee.” He paused, voice dropping as he glared over his shoulder, “Twice.”

Zestial swiftly offers his arm to you when you try to see what he was looking at. A part of you did know he was sparing you a gruesome sight… the other part didn’t care as much as you should.

Falling into step with the Overlord, you’re suddenly aware of how much labor he’s putting into walking at your pace. It looks effortless enough. He practically glides as he walks anyhow. Still, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. Despite slightly delving into his frustrations (via cards) about how busy he was, he seemed in no rush to return to his territory to deal with whatever it may be.

“I looked up what promenade means, by the way,” You say eventually, though the silence between you both was comfortable enough, “I’d officially like to accept your invitation now. When work slows down for you, of course.”

Zestial chuckles, looking straight ahead, “Thyn has been working tirelessly to ensure uninterrupted time with thee. Much like this, only with a more suitable location for such a sweet soul as thou.”

“Tirelessly, huh? Don’t forget to take breaks,” You chastise playfully.

“In thys undead existence, thyn has come to be sure that there is no time for breaks. Change is constant and quick. Thyn is forced to adapt when thyn does not wish to or thy will be left a—how did one say? A relic.”

Now it was your turn to frown.

“Someone said that to you?”

His amusement remained alive as ever despite the terrible insult.

“Fret not. There shan’t be much for one to say any longer.”

You cross your arms and nod firmly.

“Howevermore, mayhaps there was truth in one’s words. It appears to thy, that the more thyst resists the ever growing changes of this modern day, the farther thyst casts thys own self into darkness.” Zestial sighs and trails off towards the end, “Tis a rather lonely existence.”

Slowly, you nod your head. It takes a minute to translate what he said and another to respond but Zestial is nothing if not patient.

“Change is constant,” You begrudgingly agree.

He hums in appreciation, “Precisely.”

“But it doesn’t have to be lonely if you don’t want it to be. You have Carmilla and—” You hesitate which caught his attention.

“And?”

“Well, I was going to say me. If you want, that is.”

Zestial chuckles. It’s a dark, raspy sound that makes your bones vibrate and sends a shiver throughout your body.

“Thy would be honored to call thoust a friend.. for the time being. Thy can only be content in the darkness for so long now that light has been seen. Thoust will inevitably succumb to a courtship, thyself assures thee.”

“You lost me a little bit,” You replied, dipping your hand from side to side in a so-so motion.

The green of his eyes shrink upwards in amusement yet again. Zestial straightens, looking around as if debating something he doesn’t feel inclined to share this time. You show him the same courtesy he showed you and waited for him to gather his thoughts.

“As commerce for such a divine outing, and solidifying our enriching conversation, thoust will be repaid in kind. Just this once.” Zestial declares, holding up a single, slender finger from his coat, “You and I are much alike, dear firefly, we shall not be easily discouraged from our desires.”

He holds out his hand and waits for yours to join. It’s not a perfect fit, his fingers could wrap around yours two times over, but it feels nice. Zestisl is oddly warm with soft palms and an unfailingly gentle grip. Bowing, he kisses your knuckles like he did the first time,

“Until next time. Thy will count the seconds,” He says quietly.

You don’t realize there’s an audience until he sinks into the cracks on the ground and absconds from your view. If you’re honest, you didn’t catch quite a bit from the last few minutes. You’re still stuck in the web of time where Zestial said he desired you. At least you think that’s what he said. Funny, even when he says it in layman’s terms you’re still not sure what Zestial meant.

[titan-senpai]

What the hell?? Pt.3

A young lady who was a model lived on earth ended in a tragic way.. and ended up in hell somehow? While she cant hurt a fly.. Right?

Warning: Cursing,smoking.

pt [1] [2]

I don't know how long it's been since I ended up here.. I've joined the Vees as THE Model of hell and ended up as an overlord amongst them.

It's probably been a few years.. The Princess of Hell Charlie was 12 when I came here.. She's almost an adult. so i've been here for a while i guess, my death was a mystery but at the end they both joined me in hell and i made them suffer as an overlord.

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Heels clacking as me and Velvette walked to the elevator to the meeting being fashionably late. As the elevator closed I checked my phone looking at my upcoming shoots for this week. as Vel opened the door on the phone with Valentino as I took a seat and apologized for being late as Carmilla gave me a nod. " R you doubting me? Really me?!" She yelled at the phone " They're all a joke.. I know" She leaned on the chair next to me " thank you see ya soon, Kisses darling" She hung up taking a seat down.

" Nice of you to join us, Velvette... Will your colleagues be joining?" she asked, turning to look at us. Vel quickly smiled " No they have better shit to then listen to an old windbag, who thinks she's tough shit. We're here to represent." She put an arm over me.

'Charming.."She continued with the meeting. " As I was saying we need to discuss.." she pointed at the board behind her as Vel lifted her hand up "Yes?" Carmilla said.

" On the subject of Discussion." She smiled, pulling a dead exterminator's head, throwing it across the table for her, smiling with a grin as I took notes of the meeting... that was getting interrupted.

Everyone was shocked upon seeing the head on the desk. Carmilla looked with a serious look " Where did you get this.." i spoke up "we found it during extermination day." " If these things can be killed, it changes everything, we can take the fight to them" She stood on the desk, heels klanking. "My gang has come up with a full assault plan" she smiled looking at me as i stood up fixing my skirt walking to carmilla handing her the notes about the plan to assault them.

Loud sipping was heard from Zestial as everyone looked at him. "Is it true my colleagues want to start a war with such little proof." he put his hands together "Thou art far more foolish than i thought." My blood boiled "little proof? Its a dead fucking exorist!" she pointed at the head we brought. she crossed her arms as i sat back down in my seat " You going blind..Old man" she said smiling at him.

"We don't know how this perished..mayhaps was not by demons hands at all." he said holding his cup again " if we rush to war without knowing when they purge all of hell for a daring uprising." Hitting his fist on the table.

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The meeting was over and me and Vel were headed back to headquarters to rest and I had to get ready for my photoshoot with Angel dust.

as we entered the building i took my heels off slipping on comfortable slippers "That old hag can go fuck herself" Velvette yelled storming inside as i let her cool down.

" How did it go?" Valentino asked me as he looked at his phone. " Nothing much the usual, where is Vox?" I sighed as I took a seat on the couch. " He's at Voxtech doing his daily routine" he inhaled smoke.

rubbing my temples " when will Angel get here.." i looked at the ceiling. as i felt smoke being exhaled " He is getting ready on location. so should you." he leaned closer to my face. " You're right, I'll see you later val. " I stood sending a text to Vel who was pissed in her room. putting on my heels back on and getting in my car.

Soon I arrived at the location of the shoot for a new lingerie set. parking my car reserved for the Vees. getting in the elevator to see Angel dust. "Hey y/n!" he said waving from his chair as they got the set ready. I can say I'm quite close with Angel since he became Valentinos slave. I've been helping him and fighting with Valentino for his sake.

" hey Angiee!" I smiled as I hugged him "Give me a minute, I need to get ready. '' I smiled as I walked to the changing room. making my own lingerie fitting me perfectly. looking in the mirror adjusting tiny details as a necklace, earrings and curling my hair the way I like.

I walked out of the changing room in seconds with floating makeup touching up my face. " Ready I smiled as I made them go away. "In position" the director yelled. " also you y/n!" He yelled angrily as I looked back to him with black eyes with red pupils the complete opposite of what they normally are...

Angelic..

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As we were in the middle of a shoot the door flung upon revealing the princess of hell. " Woah! this is where Angel does his work" She smiled looking around. " take 5" the director yelled "Charlie?! What are you doing here" Angel walked to her. as I put a robe around myself and grabbed one for angel. " You mean us?" she smiled revealing a familiar face.

" Husk?" I walked closer to them. "Whos asking ?" he yelled. I put the robe on angel and me and husk locked eyes. " Y/N'' he looked at me for quite some time. " It's been a while hasn't it?" I smiled, bending down to his height " yeah i haven't seen you since i left.." He smiled. I missed that smile..

That smile could make Hell feel like Heaven for a minute...

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[autumnteawithfriends]

Can someone give Zestial a good redesign, because this bitch in canon looks like a bootleg Jack Skellington and Black Hat combo

Like, Zestial has so much potential to be cool yet he’s wasted. It’s implied he died in the Middle Ages so why is he wearing a goddamn top hat

[hellaversity]

"Alastor was so cool and mysterious in the pilot, in the show he'd just edgy"

Pilot Alastor was literally bragging about how he murdered orphans and admitted to Charlie's face that he was only helping her with the hotel because it would be amusing to see her fail at it. And he's still charismatic in the show when he's around Zestial and especially Rosie. How is he any different in the show then he was in the pilot? Are you just mad that your headcanons about how he's "just misunderstood" got contradicted?

[niiwa-angel]

Winged characters in Hazbin Hotel have so much potential.

Charlie and Vaggie are getting ✨spicy✨ and Charlie tries to lean against Veggies back to touch her or whatever and all of a sudden-

WOOSH

She just flings Charlie across the room by accident because she was excited and she's forgotten that she has to control how they move.

Or Husk accidently knocking over all the bottles on the shelf behind the bar because he just kind of forgets how big they are.

Or Zestial using his wings to wrap Carmilla and the girls in to protect them from the acid rain. The four of them are out and it starts raining a little bit and the three girls just end up under his wings. Like it's no big deal, they're just there now.

Alastor is bothering Lucifer, just being his general annoying self when Lucifer brings out all six of his wings, jumps up and throws a burst of air at Alastor, knocking him off his feet.

Valentino using his wings to protect Velvette from the wind when they go out so her hair doesn't get messed up.

Or covering Vox when it's windy so his screen doesn't get dusty.

Husk learning the beauty of having his wings preened and properly taken care of by Lucifer and Vaggie, who spent their lives around other winged people who know how to care for them.

Nifty making feather dusters out of Husk, Vaggie, and Lucifer feathers when they're molting. She makes brooms too. And feather clothes for her roaches to wear during her puppet shows.

Velvette making wing attire and modeling them on Val.

Zestial using his wings as a fan to cool himself off when it's hot.

Bee using her wings to dry off Tex when he gets out of the pool.

Verosika being the big spoon when she and Blitz were dating because she'd shift her wings in her sleep and they would scratch his chest.

Fat Nuggets using Husks wings as a blanket. Angel has tons of pictures of that, he loves them.

Adam and Lute wrapping their wings around each other.

Emily clinging to Sera's wings so her big sister will carry her places.

Lucifer letting Baby Charlie climb his wings.

Lucifer using his wings to hold Baby Charlie and Lilith close to him while they're sleeping.

[fraugwinska]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

May I pretty please request Alastor’s wifey as like a Cheshire Cat?

Perhaps in her living life she led people to their deaths, as it’s sometimes interpreted as a guide. Then later on teamed up with Al and led victims to him?

I just like the idea of an unsettling smiley couple. That and Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez has been on loop in my brain LOL

Anonymous, you beautiful bastard. You waited so patiently, but I do think it's worth it... I couldn't stop writing this!!! I had so much fun, I cannot tell you. And I will revisit this pair soon, because I can't get over how AMAZING they are! <3 Edit 14-05-24: This will be a mini-series! :D Let's see how many parts we get out of this one!

TW: Graphic depitions of violence and murder, mention of war, gore Minors DNI - Mature content - Adults only!

"Mon amour, can we go out tonight?"

You pulled the last strand of hair from the curling iron, scanning your work for any messy imperfection. Alastor, engrossed in a book, looked up at you, matching your sinister smile with his curious one.

"Oh? Bored already, darling? We went to Mimzy's only yesterday."

"Not that, silly." You walked over to him, setting the hot curling iron on a cool section of his dresser. You sat down, straddling him. Your hands folded behind his back, leaning in.

"I was just thinking that our last game has been a while, hasn't it?"

His eyes widened a bit, smile curling a bit higher. He set the book down on the side table and wrapped his arms around you, long, sharp fingers pressing into your waist with excited anticipation. You tilted your head, looking up at him.

"Well, we have been awfully busy lately with the hotel. I suppose it's high time we should find something to reward us for all our hard work, my darling!"

You nodded, giggling, and rubbed your nose against your husband's. The two of you always got excited when your interests lined up and plans of your games became more elaborate. It was how you met, after all.

Not even two months after your fall, you were well established in the capitol of the pride ring. Quickly adapting to your feline form and with wit and a good heap of charisma you landed a job at the overlord Zestial's newspaper agency, working your way up quickly to editor. Hell wasn't a scary place for you, at all. The world you came from had been the real hell.

When the germans invaded France, you knew your little village in the Somme valley would be the first they would take, and then Paris would be next. Your brothers and father were already dead. You had heard of the horrors the german soldiers were bringing upon the women and children of the countries they captured, which made the will of protecting your sister and mother even stronger. But you had always been a fighter, and you possessed the most unusual but useful weapons a woman could possess: beauty, cleverness and ruthlessness.

They had been such easy victims - young soldiers, craving a good pussy after being away from home for so long - you seduced them with laughable ease and your signature smile and lured them into the woods, where you'd kill them, your smile never falling as your knife would hit the lifeless body again and again. Sometimes, you'd get so many killings in one night you had to burn the clothes you wore because the blood would've stained them through. They would all be thrown in the Somme, where they'd be swallowed by the waters, never to be seen again. You didn't even care what the punishment would be once the war was over. All you cared about was to avenge the lost and protect the remaining members of your family and if killing the enemy was the way, you'd do it gladly and with as much pleasure as you could. You had disposed of about 40 bodies in the river before they caught you, red handed, the knife still in your victims crotch. They had been too cowardly to shoot you then and there. Instead, they had dragged you back to the town, tied your hands behind your back and forced you to kneel in front of the town square, your mother and sister watching you along the horrified villagers, and you watched them, as they were made to witness them put a bullet straight through your heart.

"On se voit en enfer, putains de salauds."

And then, you woke up. In Hell, naked, confused, hungry, angry. But not scared. Never scared. You were still you. And your smile never faded.

A lot of people were too weirded out by the constant smile on your face, that's when you first heard of Alastor. The radio demon, rising star of hell's overlords. Everyone feared him, and his smile. You didn't, and that's what made him approach you when you saw him at a party you had been invited to by one of Zestial's acquaintances, Rosie.

He was drawn to your smile, just as much as you were drawn to his. When he spoke, your ears twitched in excitement, as if listening to the greatest song in the world. He was unbelievably interesting, charming up to a point where you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, and his voice - Oh, doux comme un ange et vif comme le diable. You didn't want to, didn't expect it at all, but your heart did a jump the moment his hand touched yours when he asked you to dance.

"Your smile never falters, darling. I can't help but wonder why?"

You giggled, a gloved hand covering your mouth as he turned you, crimson glowing eyes never leaving yours.

"I don't know, really. My papan used to tell me that it was the only thing I had going for me, and it's what made silly soliders so easy to kill."

You could feel the air around him tense and shift, his grin widening at your words as he turned you in again.

"Ah, a lady after my own heart. I can appreciate a woman who knows how to have fun."

You didn't say anything to his comment, just smiled, and he pulled you closer.

"Why don't we have a little fun of our own? I have the right mind for a little game, if you're up to it, darling?"

It took the both of you only a few more minutes to decide to leave the party. It was the night of your first game. Your first kill. And your first kiss. You loved to retell the story of how you two met to everyone who'd ask. You didn't mind, not even when they were uncomfortable. They weren't used to the idea of two people like you, the serial killers, finding love with each other that none of you sought out. It was a genuine love that was born in a way that could only happen in hell, and yet, you felt that it was the truest and best love you had ever felt. It was the first time in forever you could remember your cheeks actually hurt from smiling.

Alastor stood up, lifting you from his lap with an ease that was effortless to him, and twirled you around.

"Well, then, why don't we go paint the town red?"

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered you, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Red looks beautiful on both of us."

Dressed in your favourite dress, you and Alastor made your way into the city. You always had to keep from giggling when you saw the face of the other residents as they realized you weren't going out for a casual stroll, but for a game night. Especially the pricesses girlfriend made you want to burst out in laughter, her face scrunched into a mask of disdain and disgust. The two of you were always a sight, though. Alastor, looking as handsome as ever, the red suit and black dress shirt underneath complimenting his dark complexion and making his red eyes glow even brighter. And yourself, always a sight for sore eyes, in a black lace dress that accentuated your figure perfectly. People always stared at you when the two of you were out, and that was only part of the fun.

Alastor's hand held yours, his long, sharp nails scratching your skin, the both of you excited for the prospects of the night.

"Why don't you set the challenge today, mon chou?", you asked, looking up at him with a curious gaze, "I'd love to see what you come up with."

Alastor chuckled, pulling you closer to his side.

"Mh... let me think."

His hand was placed on his chin, his eyes closing as he hummed a tune, deep in thought.

"How about this? I'll give you a five minute head-start. You win if you bring them to kill themselves, before I catch them. If I catch them before they're dead, it's my win. That sound fair?"

You grinned, the thought of the game already getting you excited. You weren't nearly as strong as Alastor was, but so much more agile than him and with a few tricks up your sleeve - you had a feeling that this would be your night.

"More than fair, amour. As for my reward: If you lose, I get to decide what music we are listening to until our next game."

"Well, well, greedy now, aren't we, my little minx?"

His grin widened as he chuckled, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against yours.

"You know what my request is if you lose. It's a deal, then. And the stakes are high, I hope you know."

You smiled, your eyes closing as you brushed your lips against his, and purred.

"The higher the better."

***

Oh, how you loved the sound of panicked breathing. This cretin really had no stamina, only one minute in and he was panting, crawling in the alley you chased the scruffy doberman sinner after slashing his feet in the shattered glass and debris. You made yourself visible again in front of him, hidden in the shadows as just a grinning, magenta scheme.

"Aw, poor boy. What's the matter, baby?", you cooed, licking your claws as if nothing had happened. "You seem a little frightened. Don't you want to touch me anymore?"

The man didn't speak, just gasped, crawling backwards. You took a step forward, crouching down, your sharp, pearly teeth glistening in the neon light of the dim street lamp.

"No need to be scared, sweetheart, I'm a nice kitty. Come here, let me touch you."

You stretched out a claw, reaching for him as your limb elongated with bone-chilling cracks. He backed away, trying to get up. You giggled, the sound high pitched and eerie. You made yourself invisible again, shifting behind him and suppressing a giggle as he shuddered, looking frantically around him to search for your frame. Two minutes down.

"I thought you like pussy, baby?", you purred, making your voice come from his left ear. He screamed, and ran, his feet leaving blood stains on the concrete, limping, holding the wound on his leg. You laughed and let the lamps blow out one by one as he passed them, showering him with broken glass and hot metal wires. He didn't know it, but you were guiding him, right into a dead end. You heard the sounds of Alastor's microphone feedback somewhere further down the road, and grinned. You had three more minutes to play, and you knew you'd win.

You appeared before this pathetic excuse of a man, who had reached the dead end and was looking frantically around for a way out. Three minutes down, time to wrap it up.

"You're breaking my heart, sweetie. Don't you like to play with me anymore?"

"Fuck, I... p-please, don't... don't hurt m-me, I'm sorry... just let... let me go." The man was shaking, pressing his back against the wall. You licked your teeth, and took another step towards him, your hands on his shoulders, leaning in.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. I'm just a drunken, helpless little kitty, remember?"

He whimpered, and you smiled, a sick, sinister smile that made him shiver even more. He slid down the wall that was blocking his way as you bent down, caressing his cheek. One minute to go.

"No, I'm not gonna kill you today. You'll do it yourself."

You reached inside your purse, taking out a small, golden pocket knife. His eyes widened as he watched you place the object next to his shaking form and you let yourself fade out of existence, except for your ever-lasting grin.

"See, if you're a good boy, you'll die fast and painless. If not..."

The man looked up at what remained of you, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide with fear, but his pupils dilated as he scanned the place, and a glimmer of hope rose inside him.

"Well, you'll find out what else in about fifteen seconds."

His trembling hand wrapped around the handle of the knife, his eyes still fixed on the spot where your figure had been. You leaned in again, whispering into his ear, the air of your breath hot on his skin.

“Tik, tok, little pup...”

With a desperate roar, the doberman whipped the knife forward, ready to stab where he supposed you were. And he would've been right. If not for...

"Too slow, darling."

The man's eyes widened, his breath stuck in his throat as his hand was stopped, the blade millimeters away from your flesh. The cold, bony grip of Alastor's claw around his wrist tightened, and the knife was slowly being pulled out of his shaking hand as you made yourself visible. He chuckled, the sound reverberating in his chest and the surrounding buildings, and stepped forward, looming over the trembling mess of a man.

"Well, well, well. Look at this sloppy attempt. What's the matter, boy? Cat got your tongue?"

Alastor's claw dug deeper into his flesh, a pool of blood forming under the hand Alastor still had in his iron grip. His other hand reached out, grabbing the man's throat and lifting him up the wall. You joined his side, watching the horrified expression on the sinners face with a tilted head as you nestled into him, a slight pout on your lips.

"Aww, you're no fun, amour. I was so close to winning, too. What a shame."

Alastor's arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he chuckled, squeezing the sinners neck a bit tighter. The man was gasping for air, his face turning red and his eyes starting to roll back into his skull. "Rules are rules, darling. I believe we said five minutes. That means the game is mine."

You sighed, your head leaning against Alastor's shoulder.

"C'est dommage, I was longing to listen to a little Presley again."

"Maybe next time, my love."

He leaned over to steal a kiss from your lips and you closed your eyes, not seeing but hearing the scream and the sound of ripping skin and muscles, the gurgling splatter of blood and the buzzing of your husbands static.

Oh, comme j'aime cet homme...

Alastor dropped the shredded remains of the sinner and it slumped into the pile of meat that used to be his head. He licked his lips, his eyes glowing in the darkness, a grin plastered on his face as he took off his stained jacket and put it over your shoulders.

"I believe I have a debt to collect, darling, and I'd rather do it in the privacy of our bedroom than here, don't you agree?"

He reached his hand out, and you smiled, taking it.

"Alors dépêche-toi et ne sois pas gentil, mon cerf"

Translations: On se voit en enfer, putains de salauds - See you in hell, you fucking bastards Oh, doux comme un ange et vif comme le diable - Oh, sweet as an angel and quick as the devil Oh, comme j'aime cet homme - Oh, how I love this man Alors dépêche-toi et ne sois pas gentil, mon cerf - So hurry up and don't be gentle, my deer

[dewdropdinosaur]

Sweet Suffering - A Dead by Hazbin Production

Summary: You weaved across the map, generator after generator starting to hum with life. So close to the end, the door nearly in sight. But he stalked you every night. And this time you wouldn't escape him. Warning: Smut, P in V, slight dub con, public sex, oral sex, sub/dom dynamics, possesiveness, yandere Zestial, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. WOHOO! Happy Halloween! I want to thank @fraugwinska and @macabr3-barbi3 for setting up this event. Go check out the other Dead by Hazbin fics/art on Tumblr and Ao3!

Notes: Human!Zestial x Reader → Human appearance but still has demon powers. 7e38b1d2762744aebaa89a641b39bb5b.jpg F2d0040f-d3e5-40b9-aadb-e76bcd7bb0af-1-5-400x0.webp For the loves of my horny heart @xalygatorx and @kewpikayo

The fog curled around the trees like a living thing, twisting and distorting the very fabric of reality. Zestial, found himself in this nightmarish landscape, drawn by the thrill of the hunt and the allure of control. Killed unfortunately by an attack from Heaven, The Entity offered him revenge and rewarded him well for his work, as he served dutifully. 

Landing in the Garden of Joy, nestled properly in the Gazebo, he waited for the game to begin.

He prowled the parking lot with a predatory grace, his eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and something darker. His prey was you, a survivor with a fierce determination and a spirit that intrigued him. You had survived each killer and round thus far, sometimes single-handedly starting every generator and making it to the exit gate.. Beguiling every attack and every attempt. 

As he spotted you sprinting through the underbrush, heart pounding, he felt an inexplicable pull—a sick attraction that stirred something deeper within him.

You ducked behind a crumbling wall, breath coming in frantic gasps. You could hear him, the way his footsteps echoed with confidence, each step a reminder that you were not alone in this twisted game. The thrill of survival sent adrenaline coursing through your veins, catching sight of Zestial’s silhouette against the dim light, his green eyes glinting in the moonlight sending a shiver down your spine. He had always been quick, sparing no one. The Entity loved him for that, the lack of mercy satiated Her appetite. 

Zestial's voice, smooth and taunting, slithered through the air. “You can’t hide forever, darling. The game has only just begun.” He relished the chase, the way you darted from one hiding spot to another, each movement a dance of desperation that captivated him. He loved this part the most. As you weave through the obstacles, quickly jumping from one generator to the next, like a firefly flickering in the darkness. And he, the moth, was drawn to your light. With each close call, he felt a twisted thrill—every encounter more electrifying than the last, the line between hunter and hunted blurring.

In a moment, everything was still. No rustling of leaves, no wind blowing across the Gazebo. All five generators are up and running. This was it, the chance to escape. Finally heading towards the exit gate, in a flash of black and green, you stumbled over a log; and Zestial seized the opportunity. He appeared before you in a wisp of black smoke, towering and imposing, but there was an odd gentleness in his gaze. “Why dost thou run?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don't thou want to indulge me, darling?”

Your heart raced, not just from fear but something mild stirred within your chest at the sight of his eyes. Piercingly green, like a cool spring day in the mountains as rain fell upon a forest. One could easily sense the darkness within him, yet something about his intensity called out. “I don’t want to play.” you shot back, voice firm despite your body’s trembling.

Zestial’s smirk widened, intrigued by the defiance. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it. Thou art challenge. And challenges make the hunt worthwhile.” He leaned closer, his voice low and seductive, “Thou thinkest you can escape me, but I promise, I’ll always find you.”

With a sudden burst of energy, you dash away, heart pounding as you navigate the maze of trees and debris. But Zestial was relentless, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. He reveled in the chase, the thrill of the hunt intertwining with a dangerous obsession.

One glancing encounter became a twisted dance—a game of cat and mouse where every near miss only heightened the tension. Each time he caught a glimpse of your defiance, Zestial felt that sick attraction grew. Sprinting towards the exit gate, a glimmer of hope surges through your heart. But Zestial was already there, blocking the path, a predator cornering its prey. “Thou canst escape, my dear,” he purred, his voice a blend of danger and allure. “And honestly, why would thou want to?”

You stood your ground, trembling but unyielding. “I won’t let you take me,” you declare, determination shining through the fear. At that moment, Zestial’s expression shifted, a flicker of something almost resembling respect sparking in his eyes. “Then let’s see how far thee can run,” he replied, stepping back, giving you a chance to flee—just this once. The Entity loved the delicious emotions that emitted from his victims, She would certainly enjoy this one.

Taking off, heart pounding, mind racing; your legs were pumping as hard as they could go, sweat making hair stick to the nape of your neck. You didn’t know what this strange occurrence meant, but one thing was clear: in this deadly game, Zestial was more than just a hunter. He was a game master, enjoying the sick thrill of the hunt. 

Wisps of shadow danced around tauntingly, Zestials cold laugh echoing throughout the parking lot. Veering left, right, and center; no escape was possible from the cold bitter gaze that followed you wherever you went. You could feel your legs starting to give out, the harsh underbrush cutting them to oblivion. And yet, mercy was not in the cards today. 

Without warning, Zestial appeared in front of you, wielding a malicious-looking scythe over his shoulder, the bloody blade glinting in the moonlight. He held the old and elegant weapon with ease, having wielded the weapon for a long while. 

 “Tch, tch. I thought thou would get farther my dear. I am disappointed in thee.” Backing up in fright and looking around frantically for any route of escape, you found none. 

“Please, come on. Can’t we work something out–” Taking a breath, summoning the last vestiges of courage. “Wait!” you shouted, voice trembling. Zestial paused, curiosity flickering in his cold gaze. “Deals…you like deals. I know you do. You…bargain with your victims.”

His lips curled into a smirk, a predatory gleam igniting his eyes. “And what could a survivor like thee possibly offer me?”

Desperation clawed at your insides. “Whatever you want…just please. I–I don’t want to die….”

He tilted his head, the air thick with tension. “Thou thinkest yourself so brave?”

Gulping, mild confusion spread across your features at his words. “Just…name your price.” 

Zestial’s laughter echoed through the trees, deep and menacing. “Interesting, indeed. Very well.” Stalking forward with calculated steps, his long robe dragged across the ground, making it look like he was a grim reaper coming to take you away. Swinging the scythe off his shoulder, Zestial brought the tip of the blade to lift the edge of your chin; he could end it all right here. One slice and it would all be over. But the thought of having a bargaining chip, to extend this already oh-so-delicious chase, the mere idea taunted his conscience. The Entity wouldn’t mind, She would love the scrumptious emotions he was about to pull out of this defiant survivor. 

Sliding the blade lower, it scratched the surface of your collarbone, leaving a small trickle of blood in its wake. His proximity is overwhelming, his presence dominating completely. Grinning down at your wild eyes, clearly enjoying the control he has. He leans in even closer, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear; voice now a low, seductive murmur.

"Tell me," he says, his tone smooth and commanding. "Dost thou know what I can do to thee? Dost thou know the power I hold over thee?"

You gulp, the sting of the blade sending shivers down your spine. This shouldn’t be this attractive, this killer, this monster shouldn’t be the object of any affection. Yet he is. "Oh, my dear," he says, "Thou continue to underestimate me. I have so many ways to make thee submit, to show thee who's in charge here."

He leans in closer, his lips now nearly brushing against you as he speaks."Would thou likest a demonstration?" he whispers. "A little taste of what thou hast agreed to?"Zestial’s eyes light up with a cold intensity as he grins down at you, clearly relishing the challenge. Nodding dumbly, awestruck by the scene unfolding before your eyes; his touch, the blood dripping down your chest, the arousal pooling in your pants, it’s almost all too overwhelming to bear.

"Very well, my dear," he says, his tone still smooth and commanding. "Thou hast asked for it. Just remember, thou hast brought this upon thyself." With that, he swipes his blade down, tearing your shirt in two. Gasping at the sudden cool air that hits your torso and attempting to shield yourself with your arms, Zestial will not allow it. He grabs your chin in a firm grip, forcing your gaze to meet his own. His eyes burn with determination, a small inkling of something that lurks beneath the black and green orbs before he slams his lips onto your chapped ones. His lips trail kisses down your neck, his hands now roaming over your hips, squeezing gently. 

"Thou canst keep fighting me all thou wants, but in the end, thou will give in. Thou shall be mine." Zestial backs you into the nearest tree, his body now pressing you against the cold wood as he devours your neck. His tongue explores the soft, sensitive flesh, claiming it as his own. Pulling back, mind reeling with emotions, you break the kiss. Panting, hair disheveled, you can’t help but marvel at the string of saliva that connected your lips. This was too much, too insane even for you, the one stuck and supposedly succeeding in this wretched game. While continued life was promised, was having relations with this most infamous killer really worth it? How did you know he would keep his promise, why was the Entity allowing this? Question after question floods your mind, a mirage of emotions and apprehensions. 

Sensing this, Zestial bends to nip at your neck, making you let out a soft moan. His eyes darken as he grins at your weakened and pliant state, the hoarseness of your voice a clear indication of the effect he's had. "Thou thinkest thou can fight this, my dear?" he says, his voice now a low growl, "Thou thinkest thee can resist my power?"

He pins his arms around you once more, inching closer, eyes fixated on the way your chest rises and falls with each gasp for air. "Thou hast already lost," he murmurs, his voice filled with a seductive menace. "Thou art too stubborn to admit it. My perfect little survivor…” Mewling in protest as he continues the assault on your neck, his lips slowly maneuvering down to suck at your breast, you desperately try to remove him. 

"Mmm, keep denying it," he whispers, his lips now moving to your hips as he sinks to his knees "But thine body betrays thee, my dear. It responds so perfectly to my touch, so willingly."

Pulling down your pants, he is hit with the luscious scent of arousal staining your underwear. Diving into your clothed cunt, not caring to remove the offending article, he sucks and laps at the juices that continue to seep through. His mind drifts to the various ways he plans on ravishing you, the images only adding to his growing desire; his own evident by the tightening of his pants. Every so often, his gaze drifts over to look into your lust-blown eyes, taking in the appearance of the way sweat clings to your chest. He can tell your pulse is racing and it drives him mad. The feeling of your blood rushing, the noises she emits, the way the blood on your neck trickles down over the way he marks your flesh, it’s driving him insane. 

Tangling your hands in his hair, the pleasure slowly mounts as he continues his assault. You can feel him shudder as you rake your nails on his shoulders, leaving a trail of faint red lines in their way. Settling your hands to tangle and tug on his hair, moaning and arching into his wicked embrace; only serves to stoke the fires of his desire even higher. Finally deciding to remove your panties, Zestial lets them pool at your ankles as he plunges two fingers into your weeping pussy, using his tongue to now lick at your clit. Stretching you open, he adds a third finger; scissoring you wide. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body involuntarily shifts away from the overstimulation. Digging his other hand into your hip, Zestial holds you in place.

“Unless thou would like to be restrained, it would fare thee well to heed my advisories…A second attempt on my part shall not be made…”

The thoughts and stimulation nearly have you cumming on the spot, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push over the edge. Out on display for the world to see, taken ruthlessly against this tree by this dangerously handsome man is enough to have you about to burst. Smirking, Zestial enjoys the way his fingers are squelching in and out of your cunt, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. 

“Thou shalt not deny me of thine embrace–”

Feeling the tension build, the coil in your stomach snapping; you cry out in pleasure. Cum now coated his fingers, a glittering white substance in the heat of the darkness. Sucking on them, he moaned at the taste, eyeing Y/N’s weak and disheveled form. He could kill her right now, have his fill. But there was so much more fun to have with her alive.

“Thou art mine now, I own thee, my darling. Thou art mine...willingly or unwillingly…” he mutters, his voice low and possessive. 

 “And I'm going to show thee just how good it feels to be mine.”

THE END

[bearw-me]

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.