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[astrid-sama]

Bones Never Forget (Twilight x Tokyo ghoul crossover)

Chapter 2

The flight had been long and quiet. The headphones in my ears weren’t playing music—just white noise to drown out my thoughts. From the airplane window, I watched the blanket of clouds sliding beneath us, imagining for a moment that it was snow. It reminded me of winter in Tokyo, the way the snowflakes used to gather on the windows of Anteiku, before everything ended.

Now we were here, on the run. Forks.

A place as damp as it was quiet. I had read it in a tourist brochure I found at the airport: the rainiest city in the United States. A perfect choice for four ghouls looking to disappear.

Kaneki sat next to me, eyes lost in the void. Touka and Hinami were a few rows ahead. No one spoke. But we were all thinking the same thing: survive. And do it together.

It was Tsukiyama who found us a way out. The way he showed up after the battle at Anteiku, covered in blood but with his impeccable smile, was typical of him. He arranged the fake IDs, the passports, even the plane tickets. Now we were called Yoshimura. In honor of the man who had welcomed us, protected us, and ultimately saved us with his sacrifice.

Our new home awaited.

When we arrived in Forks, the rain greeted us like a damp blanket.

It was shrouded in mist, and the sky pressed down on the rooftops like a nameless weight. I pulled my dark jacket tighter around me as I got off the plane, a backpack on my shoulders and a familiar tension in my stomach. It wasn’t fear. It was something more familiar. Like a bitter aftertaste that never truly fades.

Beside me, Hinami watched the falling raindrops, quiet as always, while Touka was already striding confidently toward the exit. Kaneki brought up the rear, hands in his pockets, gaze drifting as if trying to memorize every detail of this new beginning.

We had survived Hell. Now we just had to pretend we belonged in Paradise.

The car waiting for us outside was an old black SUV. Not new, not suspicious. Tsukiyama had thought of everything. He had even left a folded map on the dashboard, the route marked in red: Airport → Forks town center → “New Anteiku.”

The road to our new home was flanked by dense woods and towering trees, moss everywhere. The house was a two-story building made of dark wood, standing above a small café that would soon become the new Anteiku. I snapped my fingers, as I always did when I felt anxiety rising.

A new beginning, but with roots in the past.

Kaneki took the key from under the flower pot, as Tsukiyama had instructed, and opened the front door.

The café on the ground floor still smelled of fresh paint. The furniture, shipped by Tsukiyama with uncanny timing, was nearly identical to the original. The same light wood chairs, the same counter with cups hanging above.

The scent of paper, wood, and a faint trace of paint greeted us.

It was as if Anteiku had crossed the ocean with us.

“It’s... identical,” Hinami whispered, hugging her backpack.

Touka walked over to an empty shelf. “We’ll be okay. No matter where we are. We’ll make it.”

Upstairs, the rooms were small but cozy. I shared one with Touka. The white walls were still bare, but I had already placed a faded photo of me and Kaneki as kids on the nightstand—the one taken before the world changed.

While Hinami was unpacking her books, I stood by the window. Forks wasn’t Tokyo. It was quieter. Barer. But maybe... that’s why it was okay.

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School started the next day.

“Did you pack the uniform?” Touka asked as we dug through the small wardrobe.

“I don’t think they have uniforms here…”

In the end, I chose an oversized gray sweater, black jeans, and a pair of boots. My white hair fell loosely around my shoulders. My gray eyes reflected the morning light. I knew I looked strange, but I didn’t care.

Hinami would attend the local middle school, while Touka and I were in our final year at Forks High School. We arrived in a used car Tsukiyama had gifted us.

In the parking lot, I already felt the eyes of our classmates on us, like light blades. Touka walked beside me with her usual confident stride, ignoring whispers and glances.

“Nice welcome, huh?” she murmured without turning.

“They're disturbed by what they don’t understand,” I replied.

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The secretary’s office was small and smelled of paper and instant coffee. A red-haired secretary greeted us with a distracted smile.

“Yoshimura Sakura and Yoshimura Touka, right? Senior year. Welcome to Forks High.”

We received our schedules and a map of the school. I looked out through the office window at the hallways. They all looked the same. Students passed by without looking—or throwing quick, curious glances.

“They’re watching us,” Touka whispered, her tone neutral.

“They always will,” I replied.

I tried not to meet too many gazes, but it was hard to ignore some of the whispers.

Jessica Stanley was the first to approach. “Hey! You’re new, right? I’m Jessica. You’re… Sakura, right? Such a cute name. Are you from Japan?”

“Yeah… more or less,” I answered with an uncertain smile.

“Hey, nice hair,” added a blond guy nearby. “Are you, like… albino or is that dyed?”

I barely looked up.

“Depends. Are you naturally stupid, or do you train for it every day?”

A slight smirk crossed my lips as my gaze turned forward again, icy.

First period was American Literature. I sat in the back, near the window. The teacher was talking about symbolism in The Great Gatsby, but the words washed over me. Outside, the rain drummed against the glass in a steady rhythm. White noise.

Next to me, a blonde girl gave me a discreet glance. Another, with auburn hair, smiled shyly.

No one seemed dangerous. But no one seemed trustworthy either.

The hallways smelled of chlorine and industrial air freshener. When I walked into third period—Biology—I saw a girl sitting at the back. She had dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, pale skin, eyes downcast on her notebook.

Bella Swan.

I had heard the name around. Some treated her with a sort of reverence, others with detachment. But what I noticed immediately was her pain. I felt it, saw it, recognized it. An emptiness like mine. And I was drawn to it like a magnet.

I sat next to her.

Bella spoke to me shyly.

“You’re the new girl, right? Sakura?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Bella.”

A brief silence fell, then Bella added, in a softer voice: “You have beautiful hair. It looks like… snow.”

I blushed slightly, surprised by the sincerity. “Thanks…”

“If you need help finding your way around, I can help. Forks isn’t big, but it can be… complicated.”

For the first time, I smiled for real. “I’d like that.”

During the lesson, I kept glancing at Bella. Her fingers trembled slightly as she took notes. The teacher started explaining the cell cycle, but I kept feeling that knot inside her. I couldn’t explain why, but I wanted to protect her.

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At lunch, the food in the cafeteria made me nauseous just looking at it. Touka and I sat at a table by the window. I pretended to eat something, then excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I locked myself in a stall and spit out the bite I had swallowed. The taste of human food was toxic. My stomach rejected it, my mind loathed it.

“I can’t stand this…” I murmured.

Touka nodded. “Eating humans is a curse. Pretending we don’t is even worse.”

When I returned to class, Bella gave me a concerned look. I walked over to her again.

“You okay?” she asked.

Her voice was soft, almost afraid. But there was sincerity.

“Yeah. You?”

She grimaced. “More or less.”

That more or less was full of unspoken things. I just nodded.

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At the end of the day, the sky was still gray. We returned home, tired and silent. Kaneki greeted us at the door. He had tidied up part of the café and seemed a bit more at peace.

"How did it go?" he asked us.

"Strange. But bearable," Touka replied.

I nodded. "I met Bella. She seems… fragile."

We talked for a few more minutes, then

Kaneki, who had been listening closely, said, "We need to decide when to open Anteiku. It might help us integrate. And feed."

"We can't wait too long," Touka said. "But we need to be careful."

I was looking out the window, thinking about Bella's eyes, about that pain that felt familiar.

Maybe, I thought, Forks wasn't just an escape.

Maybe it was a beginning.

But something told me the past wasn't so far behind.

Let me know if you'd like a slightly more literary or emotional tone!

[astrid-sama]

Bones Never Forget (Twilight x Tokyo ghoul crossover)

Tokyo was burning.

The flames reflected off the glass of the buildings, turning the city into a giant lantern about to go out. The sky was black, swallowed by smoke, and there were no stars. Only the relentless light of the blaze. Only the sounds of collapsing structures, footsteps, our fractured breathing.

Our world was breaking apart.

Anteiku had fallen. Not just the walls, the tables, the teacups.

It was our illusion that had crumbled.

The illusion that there could be more for us.

That we could live in peace.

Be accepted.

Be a family.

And with Anteiku, we lost him:

Yoshimura.

Our refuge.

Our silent father.

There was no time to mourn. Only to run.

But I… I could still feel him.

I felt his gentle gaze.

His silence heavy with meaning.

His goodbye never said.

And Irimi. Koma.

They weren’t just coworkers.

They were part of our family.

Part of what kept us balanced.

They reminded us that even monsters can have a heart.

Now they were only ash.

“Sakura! Move!”

Touka’s voice snapped me from numbness. It was tense, desperate.

Her eyes found me like claws—frightened and hurt.

We ran.

Each step felt like sinking deeper into a world that rejected us.

We ran through blood, rain, broken glass.

The air reeked of smoke and burning flesh.

Sirens screamed all around.

Kaneki ran next to me—scratched, trembling hands, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes empty.

But underneath the mask there was something:

Not hope.

Determination.

The raw, fierce will to survive.

Hinami clung to her backpack like an anchor.

Rain ran down her cheeks like tears.

She had stopped sobbing, but her body shook with small tremors.

Inside me… I felt fire too, behind my ribs.

In my heart.

In my mind.

I couldn’t breathe.

Every step dragged me back.

Jason.

His twisted smile.

His voice before breaking a bone.

His laughter when I cried.

As if I were his—an object.

“Don’t think about it.”

I hissed through clenched teeth, spewing the blood in my throat.

But my kagune pulsed.

My body remembered too clearly.

It refused to forget.

We turned down an alley.

It was narrow, cramped, full of garbage and wet scrap metal.

A metallic stench wrapped us.

At least here, the sirens sounded distant.

Touka collapsed against a wall, gasping.

“We can’t go on like this. They’ll find us.”

Her voice hoarse, more a whisper than a protest.

Kaneki stood motionless—like a broken mannequin.

“We’ll make it.”

He said it quietly, but it felt like a declaration of war.

Hinami looked at each of us—searching our eyes. So big, those eyes, yet too deep for her age.

“Where are we going?”

Her voice trembled, but it wasn’t fear. It was someone who still dared to hope. Like only a child can.

Suddenly, metal boots clanged behind us.

The alley turned from refuge into trap.

“Ghouls spotted! Three to the left! One wounded!”

A robotic voice from a CCG communicator echoed off the walls.

Touka whirled around.

“Fuck. They saw us.”

On instinct, I grabbed Hinami’s arm and pushed her forward.

We ran.

I heard a shot. Something whistled past.

BOOM.

The wall beside me exploded into bricks.

We hit the ground.

Dust filled my lungs, choking me with smoke and blood.

A second shot. A quinque sword stabbed into a dumpster just steps away.

Hinami screamed.

Kaneki lunged up—our human shield.

His kagune unfurled with a hiss—alive and red.

His eyes—no longer vacant, but sharp, merciless.

“GO!” he shouted.

Touka joined him—kagune ready, hands shaking.

I grabbed Hinami and squeezed us through an opening between two buildings.

The fire-escape took us to a slippery rooftop.

War drums pounded in my chest.

Another shot. The railing blew apart.

Kaneki reached us last—coated in dust and blood.

A deep gash streaked his side.

“You okay?!” I yelled.

He didn't answer—his gaze fixed on the black sky.

Behind us—screams.

“There! On the rooftop!”

A spotlight bathed us.

For a moment—we were exposed. Naked.

Ghouls—targets.

A shot rang out.

A whistle in the air.

Something grazed Hinami’s ear. She screamed.

Touka spun—her kagune unleashed with a snarl.

“They’re getting a bead on us!”

I dove over Hinami—shielding her with my body.

A second shot tore through the rooftop’s edge. Shards rained down.

The concrete bled.

Kaneki stood—backlit—eyes monstrous.

Rize danced behind him—unseen but living—his movements slow, precise.

“Get down!”

His voice was no longer human��it was an order.

Touka grabbed Hinami—I followed.

We jumped into darkness.

A balcony caught us—like a gut punch.

Our bodies cried out—bones complaining.

But we were whole.

Above us—another shot.

An antenna shattered into fragments.

Kaneki jumped last—landed on one knee, gasping.

No words needed.

We ran.

Through smoke, through screams—into the shattered city's core.

Then we heard him.

“Mes chers amis! Par ici!”

A shadow stepped off the rooftop—light as a night breath.

He bowed theatrically—long coat swirling like smoke.

Tsukiyama.

Impeccable as always.

Even in chaos—he could’ve been from a stage.

Eyes sparkling, hair glossy.

A dark red stain on his collar—wine, I hoped. I knew it wasn’t.

“No time for conventions!” he declared—arms open as though greeting us at a banquet. “I’ve arranged everything. Passports, papers—even snacks.”

That staged theatrical tone sent chills down our spines—as if this were a game.

Touka shot him a look—one that spoke of murder—but knew it wasn’t an option.

“I don’t trust you.”

He smiled—tilting his head.

“My dear Mademoiselle Kirishima… right now, you don’t have another choice, n’est‑ce pas?”

Kaneki turned to me—his gaze…

It was distant.

I recognized it, because my own was the same.

Rize.

She was there—in both our minds.

"We are the same, Ken… we are hunger."

"You can’t rid yourself of me."

I could hear her laughter—inside me—echoing behind every thought—like a snake biting its tail.

Kaneki and I… possessed by ghosts that never stopped biting.

I nodded.

“Let’s go.”

The refuge lay beneath an abandoned factory—masked by a rusted hatch that groaned its protest.

We descended—step by dark step—in silence.

Only footsteps.

Only breath.

No words—just the echo of metal staircases and condensing breath in humid air.

Darkness swallowed us—but for the first time—it felt less terrifying than the world above.

Tsukiyama perched on a crate—like a king without a throne.

“A few days here. Then you leave.

All is in order. No one will look for you in some random town in America.”

Kaneki stepped closer—eyes narrowed.

“Where?”

He smiled.

“Forks.”

Touka snorted—flopping onto a blanket.

“Never heard of it.”

“Exactly.”

The night passed.

We slept in shifts. One watched—others feigned rest.

Silence held memories—whispers that refused to leave.

Kaneki and I remained awake.

Back to back.

Two souls broken. Two brothers bound by more than blood.

He sat in a corner—I watched him furtively.

His eyes were extinguished—but from time to time—they flared—briefly—then emptied again.

I knew it.

He saw Jason too.

He felt Rize too.

We were never really alone.

Even here—underground.

“Still hurts?”

His voice fragile—but it was the first real one from him.

“Always.”

I replied unconsciously. The truth.

Silence.

“If you could choose… would you still be this…?”

I turned carefully.

“This… how?”

“A ghoul. An experiment. A monster.”

I paused, then answered:

“If that means I don’t leave you… yes.”

A shadow of a smile brushed his lips.

And for the first time—we recognized each other:

Two survivors.

Two living scars.

Two days later—a dawn found us ready.

At the airport—we were shadows among people.

No one watched us.

But we saw everything.

We boarded the plane—light luggage, heavy hearts. I sat by the window.

Clouds offered false calm—a soft, white lie.

Hinami slept.

Touka stared into nothingness.

Kaneki held a book—but never turned a page.

I gripped my coat sleeve—under it—my scars.

Those etched by metal.

By Jason.

By myself.

And then it happened.

I was back in that room.

Skin slick against leather chair.

Wrists bound by tight, slicing straps.

My fingers trembled—at least those that remained.

Fluorescent lights flickered above—feeble.

And then… I felt it.

Snap. Snap.

Him.

Jason.

He walked lightly across the stained floor—slow, deliberate steps.

His suit pristine. White shirt spotless—except for that dark bloodstain at the collar.

His eyes wide—too wide.

His head tilted—like a curious bird.

“Sakuraaaaa,” he crooned in a sing-song voice—sweet as rancid honey.

“Are you ready for another lesson? We made progress yesterday, didn’t we?”

He stepped forward—maniacal grin widening.

“One thousand… minus… seven?”

He smiled.

Mouth too wide. Teeth too white. Eyes empty.

I stayed still.

“No? Still? You are so stubborn!”

He snapped around to a stainless surgical table, picked up something, returned with forceps raised.

Metal grazed my hand.

I gripped the armrest—but it was useless.

CLACK.

Pain exploded.

He had removed my pinky.

“ONE!” he sang, like a kindergarten teacher.

“One thousand minus seven… is?”

“T–t…”

I tried to speak, but no words came.

“Ooooh… wrong answer!”

CLACK.

“TWO!”

Tears streamed down. My heartbeat throbbed in my ears.

“…Nine hundred… and… eigh–”

Mistakes.

CLACK.

“NINE HUNDRED–EIGHTY–SIX!”

He laughed.

Snap. Snap.

“Nine hundred…”

Sob.

“Eighty… nine…”

“No, no, no! Tsk tsk, distracted!”

CLACK.

Another finger.

Another snap.

“NINE HUNDRED–SEVENTY–NINE!”

“Sakura…”

He leaned in—running the forceps across my cheek.

“You don’t want to be human, right? Humans cry. Humans scream. You don’t, Sakura. You matter. You endure.”

He laughed.

“SAKURA!”

A shout.

Reality hit me like a slap.

I woke gasping—the roar of the airplane, the seat’s leather.

Hinami’s hands shook me.

“Big sis… big sis look—we’ve arrived!”

Forks appeared—a beacon of hope.

The sky was gray.

Endless trees.

Rain fell gently—like a caress after torture.

No one awaited us.

But in the distance, beneath low clouds,

I felt something watching us.

And yet—for now,

we were alive.

And for a monster,

that was already everything.

[astrid-sama]

My Steven Universe oc

[astrid-sama]

White Diamond x fem reader headcanon.

● She's a huge sweetheart and loves to cuddle and spend time with you.

● She likes to stroke your head with her finger.

● She tried many times to convince you to go and live on the home planet with her so that the two of you could always be together and when you refused she tried to convince you to let her move to your house.

● She almost had a panic attack when you got a fever because she thought you were going to die.

● She is the queen of gossip and will make comments on practically everything (except you, because you are perfect for her).

● Calls you cute nicknames (like little star).

● She likes it when you hug her fingers and give little kisses on her cheeks.

● During your first date you were spied on by Steven, Crystal Gems and Diamonds the whole time.

● White Diamond blushes every time she sees you in white.

● After you were dating for a while she introduced you to the other diamonds and was very happy when she saw that you were getting along (Blue Diamond became your best friend).

● White Diamond loves to spoil you and will shower you with gifts from all over the universe.

● She is extremely possessive and hates when "lower life forms" try to take you away from her.

●The first time you told her I love you she didn't know what it meant, but after Steven explained it to her she didn't stop smiling for an entire week.

● She watches you sleep so she can make sure you're okay.

● She once tried to cook for you but she blew up the kitchen.

● It took White Diamond a long time to say I love you because she was too embarrassed.

● Every time you kiss her she blushes.

● She values ​​your opinion and always consults you before making a decision.

● She is overprotective and constantly afraid that you will die.

● She can't say no to you.

● Once as a joke you called her my diamond in a sultry tone and she was practically having a heart attack (sometimes you call her that just to enjoy her reaction).

Hi I hope you enjoyed it, tell me if you want some more Steven Universe fanfiction

[astrid-sama]

Chrollo Lucilfer x Kurapika

Hi, sorry I haven't posted anything lately. I hope you enjoy.

Most children learn what a soulmate is through stories told by their mother, but Chrollo has no mother and learns what a soulmate is by accident.

He remembers when he found an old storybook among the waste of Meteor City, it told the story of two lovers who after facing a thousand difficulties finally manage to live happily ever after, that was the first time he heard about soul mates, and how he deals with all beautiful things and falls in love with them instantly.

He was born without the mark of a soulmate but he kept telling himself that he had to be patient, that he just had to wait.

Every morning Chrollo had the habit of checking his arms, hoping that something had happened during the night, but every time he woke up his skin was always the same and the more time passed the more he began to believe that perhaps he didn't have a soulmate.

He is nine years old when he feels a burning pain creeping up his arm and hand.

For a moment there is only the hot, throbbing pain but then, when he lowers his eyes to check his wound, time seems to stop.

His heart begins to race and he can't help but feel a warm sensation in his lower stomach.

There on his right arm there is an expanse of flowers that have not yet bloomed, a symbol that somewhere in the world his soul mate, the other half of his soul, has just been born.

For as long as he could remember, Chrollo had always dreamed that one day his skin would be adorned with flowers and now that it has finally happened he can't contain his happiness.

Chrollo knows that children of Metor City like him are not allowed to dream of things like soulmates, he knows that for those who are condemned to live among the garbage like him, a soulmate is nothing more than a burden, a weakness to use against him; but despite everything he still allows himself to fantasize and smile.

Then suddenly a thought hits him, will his soulmate ever be able to accept him for who he is?

His soulmate is probably with a loving family, with plenty of food and warm, soft clothes, but he has nothing, dresses in old torn clothes and eats scraps.

His soulmate will go to a nice school and maybe even learn the art of music or painting.

He looks at his hands and finds them full of cuts and calluses, they are the hands of a murderer, of a thief, certainly not those of a child.

He stopped being a child a long time ago.

He looks down at the old, hole-filled sweater he's wearing and realizes that his soulmate was very unlucky to be destined for someone like him.

Despite everything, Chrollo waits for the moment when he will meet his soulmate, waits for the moment when the flowers on his skin will bloom and he will finally be able to taste the most complete happiness.

That night he softly kisses the flowers on her wrist and whispers "I love you" hoping that wherever his soulmate is he can hear it.

Chrollo discovers what having a soulmate entails when he meets Shalnark and Uvogin. They are the perfect example of soul mates; in some cases they are the opposite of each other while in others they are so in tune that Chrollo began to think they could read each other's minds.

Shalnark and Uvogin are very lucky, they found each other very quickly and, being both from Meteor City they had no problems regarding what they had to do to survive in that hell they called home.

Chrollo envied them so much.

It had been years since his mark had appeared and he still hadn't met his soulmate.

At first he had hoped that he might be somewhere in Meteor City, so he had spent his days looking for him without getting any results.

While waiting to find his soulmate, at night, when no one could see him, he began to fantasize.

"What color will his hair be? And what color will his eyes be? Will he want to talk about books with me? Will we be like Shalnark and Uvogin?...-

Even though thoughts about his soulmate made him feel a warm feeling of happiness, he knew, in a corner of his mind that he tried to keep hidden that there was a possibility that they would never meet, or worse, that his soulmate despised him.

-We should take the job! They promised us a lot of money! We could even keep some for ourselves, I heard that their eyes are more beautiful than any ruby, they would make great collector's pieces!-

-Shut up Uvo, it's the danchou who has to decide-

Shalnark said as he tried to silence his soulmate. Uvogin laughed and gave Shalnark a kiss.

Scarlet eyes, Chrollo had never heard of them before some slimy rich guy asked the phantom troupe to bring them to him.

They belonged to a people who lived isolated in the mountains, the Kurta clan; their eyes turned a deep red color when they felt strong emotions.

Scarlet eyes were considered one of the wonders of the world, it was said that they shone brighter than rubies and that the red of their irises was more intense than blood; some believed that their irises were red due to their connection with the devil, others believed that they were proof of their divine descent.

Everyone agreed on one thing, those eyes were beautiful and there were certainly not a few people willing to pay millions to have them.

Chrollo was instantly infatuated.

He tried to imagine that he was holding in his hands that treasure that no man had ever been able to have; he imagined their intense and indescribable color and their beauty which they say leaves you breathless.

From the first moment he saw them he had felt an irrepressible desire to possess them.

He wanted them, he wanted them so much; and he would have them because he always gets what he wants.

-Danchou what do you say?-

He was brought out of his thoughts by Nobugawa.

-Let's get them all-

The air is so thick with the ferrous smell of blood that Chrollo can almost taste it as he makes his way past the destroyed huts and the tortured, eyeless corpses.

In the distance he can hear the agonized cries of those who are not yet dead.

Most of the members of the phantom troupe are in the main square, some were busy counting their loot, others are carefully placing the eyes in jars to prevent them from being damaged during their escape and still others (Feitan) are searching some survivors to have fun with; it is clear that they have found their prey when, in the distance, a loud scream is heard followed by a disgusting snap (a neck being broken probably).

By the time he gets to his target, the boss, his shoes are caked in mud, blood and guts and Chrollo can feel a headache just thinking about how much of a hassle it will be to clean them.

He dips his fingers into the pool of blood that has formed around the lifeless body of the tribal leader and uses it to write a message on the robes of the kurta.

-We took what we wanted, if you come looking for us we will kill you.

P.T -

A few weeks later Chrollo wakes up, even before dawn, in immense pain.

It doesn't take him long to realize that the excruciating pain he is feeling is not physical but emotional.

It's such an overwhelming and oppressive sadness that he feels like he's falling into a gigantic abyss made up only of pain.

He feels as if his soul has been torn to pieces and there is a huge weight on his stomach that doesn't allow him to breathe; he immediately leans forward and tries to catch his breath.

He only realizes he's crying when a tear falls on the back of his hand.

Shortly after the tears come the sobs, Chrollo puts a hand over his mouth not wanting to be heard by the crew.

He can't remember the last time he cried, it's been too long.

Some of his sadness is replaced first by amazement and then by hatred as he realizes that what he is feeling is only a reflection of what his soulmate is feeling.

He gnashes his teeth and clenches his fists in anger, he swears, he swears on everything he knows that he will kill the bastard who made his soulmate feel such pain, he swears that he will make him suffer so much that in the end he will want nothing more without death.

He lies down with the tears that still don't stop falling and the sobs that still shake his body; he lifts his sleeve and gently kisses the flowers on her wrist "Don't cry my love, everything will be okay. When I finally find you I won't let anyone make you suffer any longer"

Chrollo knows that his words cannot have reached his soulmate, but after having uttered his reassurance he feels when the boulder on his chest becomes slightly smaller and he feels overwhelmed by great happiness at the thought that perhaps it was him himself.

Chrollo is not afraid.

Even when the chains wrap around his body and he is dragged away, into the back of a speeding car, he is not afraid.

The beat of his heart remains calm and constant, he has lived surrounded by death since he was a child, the thought of dying does not disturb him in the slightest.

He remains calm even when he senses the chain user's plan to use him as a hostage to blackmail his companions.

The spider is strong, he has faced a thousand difficulties, a thousand opponents, one stronger than the other and they have always been victorious, he knows that they will be able to live without him.

He may be the leader but the user of the chain is a fool if he believes that the spider will let himself be broken by his death.

He has no value as a hostage.

He hopes that his companions do not give in to the demands of the chain user.

He hopes that his companions remain faithful to their promise and put the phantom troupe at the top of their priorities, it is the spider who has to survive, not him.

Chrollo didn't expect the user of the chain to be a woman.

He would never have imagined that Uvogin's killer was so thin, so physically weak; but on reflection, it is precisely its delicate and fragile appearance that makes it so dangerous.

-What do you have to look at?-

-Nothing, I didn't expect you to be a woman-

-Did I say I was? Don't be fooled by appearances. Be careful what you say though, your every word could be your last-

Chrollo raises the corner of his lips slightly in amusement.His captor won't kill him, or at least he won't while his friends are in the hands of the phantom troupe.

-You will not kill me, not with your precious friends prisoners of my spiders-

-I advise you to be silent, I'm not so calm as to ignore your provocations-

-That girl's prediction didn't mention any of this so it's just an insignificant event-

He internally smiles at the irritation and hatred he is making the chain user feel.

It's his way of avenging Uvogin's death.

However, he is not lying when he says that for him this is an insignificant event, he has found himself involved in so many dangerous situations, in so many murder attempts that for him this is nothing more than a normal afternoon.

-Do I have to explain it to you? I consider this situation an afternoon coffee break-

Before he knows it a strong punch is thrown against his face.

The impact is so strong that his head almost hits the glass.

He can taste the ferrous taste of his blood in his mouth, but despite this he continues to smile.

Then suddenly a hot, throbbing pain begins to feel strange on his arm and, the realization of what has just happened leaves him stunned, for a second he feels nothing, he can't move, he can't speak, the only thing he can do and look into the crimson eyes of the chain user, no, the eyes of his soulmate.

Chrollo had long fantasized about how his meeting with his soulmate would happen, but certainly such a scenario had never occurred to him.

As he looks into his soulmate's eyes he sees emotions running across his face, amazement, uncertainty, doubt and finally hatred.

He can't really explain why but the mere idea that his soulmate, Kurapika, hates him makes him feel a deep sensation of pain.

In less than a second Kurapika rolls up their sleeves to reveal their soulmate marks.

Chrollo is entranced by the sight; on her skin, where once there were only small buds, there is now an expanse of wonderful flowers with a color that varies from white to red.

-No! It can not be true!-

Chrollo is jolted out of his thoughts by Kurapika, his voice so low that the words nearly escape him.

He takes his eyes away from the beautiful flowers on his skin and focuses on Kurapika's face.

For the first time he gets a good look at him, his blond hair so shiny it could be mistaken for gold, his lips that seem so soft and tempting Chrollo to kiss them, his long eyelashes and finally his beautiful eyes the color of blood ; as he loses himself in that scarlet glow Chrollo understands why, when he heard about the eyes of the Kurta clan so long ago, he had become infatuated with them and had longed to possess them.

Now those eyes are filled with unshed tears and Chrollo can practically feel his heart sinking into his chest.

Because no matter how ashamed he is, inside he's still the nine-year-old who kissed his soulmate mark and dreamed of the moment he would find the person the universe had decided was perfect for him.

Kurapika regains his composure quickly, sits back, turns his head away and refuses to even glance at Chrollo.

Kurapika continued to avoid him.

Even when he had started to take off his disguise the only thing he had done was force Chrollo to remain facing the wall without saying a single word to him.

- Chain user, you know it's not very polite to ignore your soul mate like this -

-You are not my soulmate!

I would rather die than accept that the universe has decided to destined me for a monster like you-

Throughout the speech Kurapika had kept his gaze fixed in front of him and a calm and constant tone of voice.

A normal person would have been fooled by Kurapika's false cold facade, but he wasn't.

He had immediately noticed all those little signs that showed Kurapika's true emotions; he had noticed how Kurapika's hands were shaking and how his eyes were starting to glaze over with unshed tears.

-Denying the evidence is useless. That feeling I felt when your skin met mine for the first time was something incredible and I know you felt it too. Also when we touched each other for the first time the flowers on our skin bloomed. You can deny the evidence all you want but the reality still remains this-

-When... -

-... -

-When you exterminated the Kurta clan, what did you feel! When you mercilessly killed men, women and children what did you feel! Did you even briefly think about all the pain you would cause, or did you only care about the immense amount of money you would earn? -

With every word he spoke Kurapika seemed to fall apart more and more; at the end of his speech tears had begun to fall freely down Kurapika's face and his voice was broken and full of sobs.

The sight made Chrollo feel an indescribable pain in his heart.

The mere idea that it was he who had made his soulmate suffer like this made him feel immense hatred towards himself.

-I can't say I feel guilty for what I did because it's not like that,... -

Kurapika has his jaw clenched, his fists so tight his knuckles turn white and his nails dug so deep into his palms that Chrollo can see beads of warm blood fall to the floor.

-But I can assure you that if I had known that my actions would hurt you I would not have killed a member of the Kurta clan even under torture -

After hearing those words Kurapika's expression seemed to soften if only for a moment.

-From the first second the soulmate mark appeared on my skin, I fell in love with you. Every night I fantasize, what you would be like, what we would do together, how we would meet; and finally I would kiss the flowers on my wrist and whisper that I loved you. There wasn't a day I didn't hope to meet you, there wasn't a day I didn't love you. When you were grieving, probably from the death of your clan, I tried to console you, I whispered words of comfort to you and hoped that wherever you were you could hear me and you were better. That day I promised myself that I would slowly and painfully kill whoever it was that made you suffer and now finding out that I caused you that pain makes me feel so bad that I want to skin myself with anger-

Tears had now started to fall from Chrollo's eyes too.

Or how he hated himself at that moment.

-If I knew that killing me could make your pain lessen even just a little I would let you do it, I deserve it, but we both know that my death would only make things worse. I won't ask for your forgiveness because what I did to you is unforgivable but if one day you decide to give me a chance I will show you that I am not just the monster who killed your clan-

Chrollo has no idea how it started but now his and Kurapika's lips are sealed together in a kiss.

Their kiss tastes like salt because of the tears and contains all the feelings they are both feeling, pain, anger, regret, hate and finally love.

Their kiss deepens and their tongues move in sync against each other.

Kurapika's hands are wrapped in Chrollo's hair, while Chrollo places his hands on Kurapika's cheeks and catches a stray tear with his finger.

After separating, they stare at each other breathlessly for a few seconds until their moment of intimacy is interrupted by Kurapika's companions who announce Pakunoda's arrival.

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Rosie x fem reader

•You and Rosie met when you were still alive as she was friends with your brother Alastor. You started dating secretly because your relationship wouldn't have been seen well in the 1930s.

•The first thing you did when you woke up in hell with your brother was go look for Rosie.

•Rosie is very romantic and isn't ashamed to show you affection in public.

•She likes to dress you in the most beautiful elegant clothes.

•You and Rosie gossip about the other overlords while drinking tea.

•Rosie trusts you a lot, in fact she lets you manage her territory and her shop when she can't do it herself.

•Rosie likes to kiss the tip of your nose and forehead.

•Rosie loves taking long hot baths with you.

•When you come home after a long day you will lie down placing your head in Rosie's lap and she will lightly rub her claws through your hair.

•Rosie is very possessive and you can be sure that she will eat anyone who is stupid enough to flirt with you.

•She is a great lover of literary classics and sometimes you read them together.

•She can never say no to you, once you came home with three kittens and asked her if you could keep them, she wanted to say no but when she saw your big pleading eyes she agreed (so now you have three cats).

•She is switch.

•When you make love she loves to bite you until you bleed (because she's a cannibal).

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Hey there! If you're still doing requests, could I get a Camilla X chubby femreader who feels insecure about her body and Camilla shows her how much she loves her and her body. It can have as much or as little smut as you like. ^^

Hi sorry it took me so long to write this but I've had a bad headache these days, anyway I hope you like it.

Carmilla Carmine x fem reader.

You were never an insecure person, you knew you didn't have the body of a super model but you still considered yourself pretty; one day however, during a meeting with overlord, Velvette (one of the biggest bitches in hell in your opinion) after having argued with your girlfriend she decided to insult you too (not because she had anything against you but because she wanted to make you angry even more so, Carmilla) said that Carmilla's terrible taste was very evident when looking at her girlfriend.

Because of Velvette's comment you started to become insecure about your body and your weight, you spent hours in front of the mirror thinking about all your flaws.

You tried to hide your body from Carmilla as much as possible; you had stopped wearing short skirts and tops, you had stopped sitting on Carmilla's lap, you had stopped showering with your girlfriend, and every time Carmilla wanted to make love to you you would find an excuse to leave.

After a short time Carmilla began to worry, she couldn't understand the reason for your strange behavior; overnight you had stopped having any kind of physical contact with her and you had drastically changed the way you dressed.

After spending a few days thinking about the reason for your behavior, Carmilla remembered the comment Velvette made in an attempt to irritate her and she finally understood what was bothering you."I just don't understand what you find in me"

You kept repeating it in your mind as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you couldn't understand why a beautiful, powerful woman like Carmilla would want to be with you when she could have the most beautiful sinners in hell.Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the bathroom door.

-Mi amor, can I come in?-

-You can go in-

You said after putting on the robe you had taken off earlier.

-Mi amor, I'm worried about your behavior, tell me what's happening-

-...-

-Are you acting like this because of Velvette's comment? Don't give weight to his words-

-But she's right-

-Mi amor...-

-Carmilla, Velvette is right and there is no denying it. I just don't understand why you choose to be with me when you could have almost anyone. I'm not a powerful overlord like Rosie and I'm not half as beautiful as the women who work for Valentino.-

-Mi amor, what you say is not true at all; for me you are the most beautiful demon of hell, more beautiful even than Lilith, you have the biggest heart of any angel in heaven, you are a wonderful mother for my daughters and... and I love you very much mi corazón. And if you'll let me, I'll show you how much I adore you-

You didn't know how to respond, Carmilla wasn't used to saying certain things. With slightly flushed cheeks and a warm feeling in your stomach you nodded.

Carmilla kissed your lips softly, picked you up and carried you to your bedroom determined to show you how much she loves you.

And she did it all night.

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What if a reader x carmilla but reader sold their soul to Carmilla as a show of love and devotion to her? Like either they were already dating, or they confessed and gave her their soul when she accepted.

(Hi, thanks for your request, I'm sorry it took me so long to write it, but I wanted to give context to your request)

Carmilla Carmine x fem reader

The first thing I thought of when I realized I was in hell was "what did I do to deserve it?", even today I can't give myself an answer, while alive I had always been told that to end up in hell you had to have accomplished horrible actions, but I had never done anything wrong; the only blame that can be attributed to me is my death, I was killed, due to my naivety, by what I believed to be the love of my life.

At first I was quite surprised by hell, I imagined it as a great chasm that descended to the bowels of the earth inhabited by sadistic demons whose aim was to make your eternal damnation an agony, but instead it was a large city and to make your eternal damnation and torment were not demonic creatures but other sinners.

When I had resigned myself to my eternal "life" of suffering, I met the person who made me feel like I was in paradise without ever having even seen the golden gates of heaven.

The first time I met Carmilla was during the extermination, I had recently arrived in hell and I didn't know that once a year the angels came to kill sinners.

I was about to be killed by an exterminating angel but then she came and saved me.

When, after having made the angel flee, she held out her hand to help me stand up and asked me how I was, I felt my heart skip a beat. I don't know exactly what Carmilla liked about me, but after that day I was no longer alone in hell, at first I found an acquaintance, then a friend and finally a lover.

Carmilla had introduced me to her daughters before we even got together, she was very happy when she saw that we got along well, in fact within a few months I had become their "second mother".

The day Carmilla confessed her love to me and asked me if I wanted to be her girlfriend was the best day of my life.

Our relationship was perfect and made me realize how different our relationship was from what I had had in the past, Carmilla was always kind and loving to me, she gave me black roses (my favorite flowers) because she wanted to and not as as a sign of apology for hitting me, she never had outbursts of anger because I went out with my friends or because I didn't answer her phone calls; and the more time passed the more my fear grew that one day all this would end, it wasn't often that I was able to express my love for her to Carmilla and I feared that if I wasn't able to show her that I would be hers forever she would get tired of me (like my ex who had finally killed me).

I began to think about the best way to show her my undying love for her and finally decided that I would give her my soul.

I had organized a romantic dinner at our house and asked Clara and Odette if they could leave us alone for the evening.

My heart begins to beat faster with anticipation when you hear the door open symbolizing Carmilla's return.

-Welcome back-

I said and Carmilla greeted me by kissing me tenderly on the lips.

-How was your day?-

-Good now that you are here with me, mi amor-

I felt my cheeks heat up at the cute nickname, oh how I loved when she spoke to me in Spanish.

-Come love, I gave you a surprise-

-Did I do something special to deserve a candlelit dinner?-

-Why can't I treat my girlfriend well? Come let's go eat-

The dinner was very pleasant and Carmilla's hand remained on top of mine the entire time.

After dinner, Carmilla and I sat on the couch so close our knees were touching.

-Carmilla, I wanted to give you a gift, since you usually give me gifts-

-Mi amor there was no need, you are enough for me-

Carmilla said and then kissed my hands.

-Of course there is a need. I wanted to give you something that could show you how much I love you and that I would do anything for you; I want to give you my soul-

I expected Carmilla to be happy, but instead the emotion I saw on her face was bewilderment.

-Mi amor, don't joke with certain things-

-I'm serious -

-Why do you want to give me your soul?-

-I want to show you that I love you and that I will love you forever and there is no better way to do it than to give yourself to you-

-Mi amor why do you think you have to prove something to me?-

-I I...-

I didn't know what to say, I wanted to show Carmilla that I loved her as she always did for me and I had believed that giving her my soul would be the best path, I wanted to avoid having doubts about our relationship, I wanted to avoid it ending up the way it ended with my ex because maybe if I had shown him how much I loved him he wouldn't have had any doubts about us maybe he wouldn't have killed me maybe...

-Mi amor please tell me what pushed you to do something like that, you know you can tell me everything.-

Carmilla looked very worried.-

When I was still alive I had a relationship, he was very possessive and wanted me to prove to him that I was his but I didn't do it and I ruined everything and in the end he killed me; I was afraid of ruining everything with you too-

-Mi amor possessiveness is not a sign of love, the person you were with before was toxic and if he had really loved you he wouldn't have killed you. I don't need you to give me your soul to love you, I just love you-

-Please forgive me, I didn't realize how toxic what I wanted to do was-

-It's not your fault mi amor, it's the fault of that bastard who made you believe that those things were normal in a relationship. Mi amor I love you more than my life, if you want I will always be by your side and I will help you overcome the wounds that your past reaction has left you.-

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Velvette x fem reader headcanon

(hi, I hope you like this headcanon, I know I have to write the requests but my best friend asked me for this headcanon; however my great love in Hazbin Hotel remains Carmilla in fact after this post I will post a Carmilla x fem reader request).

•Your relationship started out as a one-night stand; you worked as a model for Velvette and the sexual tension between the two of you was clear to everyone, one day you went to bed together and so your relationship began.

•The day after you started your relationship everyone in hell already knew it, after all Velvette is the queen of social media.

•Velvette loves to spoil you, she will shower you with gifts such as clothes and jewelry.

•She introduced you to Vox and Valentino because even though she would never admit it, she really loves those two and cares that they meet her girlfriend (in my mind Vox is Valentino, they are two gay dads and Velvette is their daughter).

•Some days all he wants is to be in your arms forever.

•Velvette is extremely possessive and will make sure we all know who you belong to.

•She will create an entire line of clothes just for you (because as I said she loves to spoil you).

•Velvette loves relaxing with you on the couch after a long day at work.

•After every meeting with the other overlords she complains to you about how the other overlords are boring and old-fashioned (the overlord she complains about the most is Carmilla Carmine)

•She loves when you comb her hair.

•Velvette has no qualms about showing her love for you in public.

•Velvette will never ask you to marry her because she considers marriage a useless formality.

••She is both top and bottom it all depends on what she feels like at that moment; most of the time, however, she prefers to receive rather than give, but she will still want the command.

•She loves to curl up with you after sex.

•Velvette loves making love in the bathtub or shower.

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Hi can you make carmilla carmine x female reader smut about their honeymoon plz and thank you

Thanks for the request, I hope you like it. (I will write the other requests soon too)

Carmilla Carmine x fem reader.

The feeling of the warm water flowing on your skin combined with the thoughts of the beautiful day spent with your wife made you sigh with pleasure.

Carmilla had managed to get permission to temporarily leave the pride circle and had organized your honeymoon in the most beautiful cities of hell.

Today was the first day of your honeymoon and you spent it on the beautiful beaches of the circle of avarice, bathing in the sea and pampering yourself under the green sky that overlooked the circle controlled by Mammon.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the arms circling your hips, the lips gently brushing your neck, and the warmth of her breath against your skin.

-What are you doing?-

-I missed you so much and I decided to join you mi amor-

A light laugh escaped my mouth.

-You were only without me for twenty minutes-

-Twenty minutes without you is too much, I want to spend every second of our honeymoon with you-

Carmilla gave a tender kiss under your ear and then moved lower until she kissed your neck; she broke the kisses to suck the delicate skin on your neck until she left a hickey.

The attention your beloved wife was giving to the sensitive skin of your neck made you moan softly.

You turned until you were facing Carmilla, tangled your hands in her hair and pulled her towards you to join your lips in a passionate kiss.

As you kissed Carmilla she began to push you back until your back met the cold tiles of the wall.

Carmilla's lips left yours and she began kissing your collarbones and leaving hickeys; when she was satisfied with the amount of marks she had left on you she slid further down to your chest, took one of your breasts between her lips while her hand caressed the other; your grip in her hair tightened as Carmilla teased your nipples with her teeth.

After leaving your breast Carmilla knelt in front of you and moved her attention to your abdomen; she traced your ribs one by one with your tongue, bit and sucked at the soft skin of your stomach and ran her claws down your back making you shiver.

Loud moans left your lips as Carmilla dug her fingers into you; when the pleasure reached its peak you pulled Carmilla's hair hard making her moan from the harsh treatment.

-Did you like it mi amor?-

Carmilla asked you as she stood up. Instead of answering her, you gave Carmilla a deep kiss that contained all your passion and desire for her.

-I'll take that as a yes, let's go somewhere more comfortable-

Carmilla took you in her arms and you, taking advantage of the position, began to cover the skin of her neck with hickeys.

Carmilla walked across your bedroom with you in her arms and laid you gently on the bed. Carmilla crawled on top of you and looked at you with a hungry look that made you shiver with anticipation.

-Do you want to be mine all night mi amor?-

-You already know the answer-

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Just to ask because idk what rules you have for requesting, but what kind of ideas do you want for Carmilla? Cuz I wanna request but idk if you'd be up to writing them (fluff and smut requests)

hi, the only thing I don't want to write is bdsm, beyond that you can request whatever you want. (but I might not write what you want because I don't know how to write it). You can ask me to write both fanfiction and headcanons.

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Carmilla Carmine x fem reader

Carmilla is acting strangely and reader believes she is cheating on her.

"Those three are hiding something from me"

This was the thought you had in your head for a while; it all started about a month ago, the first to behave strangely was your girlfriend Carmilla, she went from avoiding you even for a whole day to showering you with attention, other times it seemed like she wanted to tell you something important and in the end she pulled back; After a while Clara and Odette also began to behave strangely.

At first you didn't worry too much about the strange behavior that Carmilla and her daughters had adopted, believing that perhaps they were just stressed due to the anticipated extermination, but, as time passed, the more your mind speculated about the reasons for their behavior.

-She's cheating on me, I'm sure of it! How can she do something like that to me I thought she loved me-

You are currently at your best friend's house crying while eating a big tub of ice cream.

-Don't say that, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding-

-No, she's definitely cheating on me with that overlord Zestial-

-Come here-

Stolas spread his arms and you immediately went to snuggle into your friend's arms, finding it very comforting.

-Carmilla loves you and everyone in hell knows this, what makes you doubt it?-

-Well he's been behaving strangely for a while, at first I thought it was due to the stress caused by the early extermination but as time went by I realized that that couldn't be the reason, so I started to think and ...-

-And this crazy idea of ​​betrayal came to your mind-

-Maybe I exaggerated a little-

-Decidedly; I think you should talk about it with Carmilla, I'm sure that everything will be resolved that way-

-Thank you Stolas, you always know what to say. Now let's stop talking about me, tell me how the date with Blitzo went-

The next day you decided that you would talk to Carmilla to find out the reason for her behavior. You found your girlfriend in her study, absorbed in work; you knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter.

-Enter. Mi amor, do you need something? -

-Yes, I need to talk to you-

-Tell me everything mi amor-

-I've noticed that you've been acting strange lately and I want to know why-

-It's nothing don't worry-

-No, you can't tell me that nothing is happening! If you're cheating on me, at least have the courage to tell me!-

Tears were starting to form in your eyes, you're not usually this emotional but a month of doubts and having said your biggest fear out loud had shaken you a lot.

The look on Carmilla's face was shocked to say the least, she really couldn't understand how something like that could come to your mind, it's true that she's been a bit strange lately but it certainly wasn't because I was cheating on you.

-Mi amor please let me explain-

-Speak, I'm listening-

You said crossing your arms over your chest and trying to keep a cold look.

-What is this important thing you have to tell me?-

Carmilla went to her desk, took a small black box from one of the drawers and after taking a deep breath she knelt in front of you.

-Mi amor, the first time I saw you you captured my thoughts, the first time you spoke to me you captured my heart and being with you forever would make me the happiest woman in the world because where you are is the my paradise; mi amor, will you marry me?-

For a second you were speechless, when you finally managed to process what Carmilla had said you couldn't stop smiling.

-Of course I want to marry you! I want it more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire existence!-

Carmilla stood up and after putting the ring on your finger she gave you a passionate kiss that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

-Come, let's go and tell our daughters-

Carmilla took your hand and together you went to tell the wonderful news to Clara and Odette.

I hope you like this fanfiction.

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Carmilla Carmine x fem reader.

(So ​​my idea was to write more or less a smut, but I don't want it to be explicit because if I have to post explicit smut I'll post them on ao3 certainly not on tumblr. It's the first time I've written something like this please don't hate me if it's bad. Anyway, how beautiful Carmilla is with her hair down.)

On the floor there are clothes discarded in the heat of the moment, while sweet moans and labored breathing resonate in the air.

-Carmilla-

A moan and a name whispered like a prayer leave your lips as your hands are tangled in your beloved's hair.

Carmilla Carmine the overlord that all hell considers cold as ice and untouchable currently stands above you with your naked bodies glistening with sweat.

Her lips traveled from your neck, where the hickeys she left claim you as her, to your chest where her lips made contact with the sensitive skin of your breasts.

The grip you have on her hair tightens when she takes one of your sensitive buds between her lips and you can no longer hold back your moans when she starts sucking.

After leaving your chest Carmilla's lips move lower, she kisses and bites your stomach lightly as her claws travel across your skin making you shiver with pleasure.

She continues to slide down, caressing the skin of my thighs first with her claws and then with her lips, occasionally stopping to leave a few hickeys.

When her lips finally make contact with your most sensitive part your hands desperately grip the sheets and a string of desperate moans and breathless whispers of her name slips out of your lips.

When you have passed your moment of maximum pleasure Carmilla slowly moves up your body, your lips coming together in a passionate kiss as your bodies are perfectly entwined together.

While you continue kissing, gently push Carmilla onto her back ready for the second round and to savor the delicious body of the woman you love, after all the night is still young.

(I want to write more fanfiction about Carmilla carmine x fem reader, if you have ideas write to me.)

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Carmilla Carmine x fem reader Headcanon

I have literally fallen in love with this woman and I want her to do very raunchy things to me ( all get it)

•During the extermination Camilla will be with you the whole time to make sure you are safe.

•Carmilla would do anything for you even die.

•Carmilla doesn't say she loves you often but when she does she says it with so much conviction it makes your heart skip a beat.

•Carmilla shows her love for you with small gestures, such as calling you adorable nicknames.

•Sometimes he gives you bouquets of black roses.

•Carmilla is almost never jealous, the only person who can make her jealous is Velvette, in fact she continues to flirt with you despite knowing that you are having a relationship with Carmilla.

•For your birthday she takes you on a very romantic date.

•He holds your opinion in high regard and always asks for your opinion before making any important decisions.

•Makes you attend every overlord meeting (despite not being an overlord)

•Even though she may seem cold and aloof when it comes to you, Carmilla becomes a little bunny.

•When your relationship became stable and official Carmilla immediately introduced you to her daughters.

•Carmilla loves that you and her daughters get along.

•She likes to sleep with her head resting on top of your chest so she can hear your heart beating.

•Obviously she's the top(that's fine with me, have I already said that I love this woman?).

•Carmilla doesn't show physical affection very often but that doesn't mean she's capable of kissing you so passionately that it leaves you breathless (I want you to leave me breathless).

•She is ready to tear apart anyone who even thinks of harming you.

•She loves to caress your head and run his fingers through your hair.

•She was very happy when her daughters started calling you mom.

•Carmilla is never afraid that you might be in danger because she knows that no one in hell would ever think of harming an overlord's lover.

(I want to write more fanfiction about Carmilla carmine x fem reader, if you have ideas write to me.)

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Headcanon and sexual orientation canon of Helluva Boss characters

Blitzo is canonically pansexual, in fact he had a relatioship with Verosika, he is currently in "relationship" with Stolas, he was in love with Fizzarolli and also wants to take Millie and Moxxie to bed. Blitzo's pansexuality was confirmed by Vivziepop.

Stolas is most likely gay in fact he is currently in love with Blitzo; furthermore he only showed appreciation for male bodies. (I'm very sure it's canon)

Milly is probably bisexual, she is currently married with Moxxie and I think she is bisexual because in the third episode of the first season of Helluva Boss asks Blitzo what it was like to have sex with Verosika.

Moxxie is canonically bisexual, he had a relationship with Chaz and he is currently married with Millie. Moxxie's pansexuality was confirmed by Vivziepop.

Loona is straight, in fact in the series we can see his attraction to men.

Fizzarolli is probably pansexual he is currently in love with Asmodeus.

Asmodeus is most likely pansexual, he iscurrently in relationship with Fizzarolli.

Striker is probably bisexual, in the fifth episode of the first season of Helluva Boss he seemed attracted or at least interested in Blitzo.

Salli May is canonically trans.

Verosika is most probably pansexual, she had a relationship with Blitzo.

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Hazbin Hotel characters sexual orientation headcanon and canon

Charlie is bisexual, in fact she has been with both a boy (as seen in the pilot) and Vaggie.

Vaggie is canonically lesbian, in fact she has a relationship with Charlie.

Husk is canonically pansexual; I think he could have a future relationship with Angel.

Niffty is straight, in fact in the series we can see his attraction to men.

Angel Dust is canonically gay; I think she might have a future relationship with Husk.

Lucifer is probably pansexual.

Sir Pentious is most likely straight, in fact he only seems attracted to Cherri Bomb.

Alastor is canonically asexual, in the series he always seemed disgusted by the sexual proposals that Angel addressed to him.

Valentino is probably pansexual, in fact in the series we see in addition to his "relationship" with Angel Dust Valentino tries with some female demons.

Cherri Bomb is most likely straight, in the series Cherri seemed exclusively attracted to men.

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Lucifer Morningstars (Magne) x reader Headcanon

•He loves to hug you

•He loves talking to you about his rubber ducks.

•He secretly writes fanfiction about you two (in one of the fanfictions he was the princess in distress and you went to save him while riding a giant rubber duck).

•You helped him get out of depression.

•He could talk about how much he loves you for hours.

•He calls you adorable nicknames (for example darling, light of my life, my dear duck...)

•He's not very jealous.

•He writes songs about his love for you.

•He's overprotective.

•He introduced you to his daughter Charlie (he's very happy that you get along).

•If he sees you happy with someone else he will become very sad and go to bed crying believing that you no longer love him.

•He likes to fly with you in his arms.

•He loves when you give him cute nicknames.

•Hates when Alastor tries to flirt with you (obviously Alastor knows this and only flirts with you to annoy Lucifer)

•If you are a male he will be the bottom.

•Lucifer is very good at cooking.

•For your first anniversary Lucifer gave you a kitten.

•He smells like caramel.

Sorry if it's short. If you want I will write more headcanons on the characters of Hazbin Hotel