Imagine- A One-shot Collection

Dance it All Away- Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel)

As requested by Taht-Guy!

In the heart of the demonic metropolis that was the Pride Ring, within the lavish yet foreboding confines of her penthouse, Carmilla Carmine sat alone in her dimly lit room. An overwhelming sense of dread now overshadowed the usual confidence that adorned her every move. Her light, wavy hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, starkly contrasting her usual meticulously styled appearance. Her crimson eyes, often so full of fierce determination, were now clouded with anxiety as she rested her head in her hands.

She had done the unthinkable. Carmilla had killed an exorcist angel, an act that not only defied the celestial order but also brought with it dire consequences. Angels were formidable beings, feared and respected even in Hell, and killing one meant inviting unimaginable wrath. The weight of her actions pressed heavily on her mind, and the fear of retribution was a shadow she couldn't escape.

As she sat there, lost in her tumultuous thoughts, the door to her room creaked open. Y/N, another Overlord and Carmilla's secret lover, stepped inside. Y/N was a vision of ethereal beauty, her presence bringing a sense of calm and serenity that seemed almost magical in the chaotic world they inhabited. She had an otherworldly grace, her movements fluid and elegant, as if she floated rather than walked.

Y/N paused at the doorway, taking in the sight of Carmilla's uncharacteristic despair. Her heart ached to see her lover in such distress. Silently, she closed the door behind her and approached Carmilla, her footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpet.

"Carmilla," she whispered softly, her voice like a soothing melody. "What's troubling you, my love?"

Carmilla didn't immediately respond. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and regret. Y/N knelt beside her, gently placing a hand on Carmilla's knee. The touch was tender, filled with unspoken love and reassurance.

"Talk to me," Y/N urged gently. "You don't have to face this alone."

With a shuddering breath, Carmilla lifted her head, her eyes meeting Y/N's. "I've made a grave mistake," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I killed an exorcist angel. I was reckless, and now... now I fear the consequences."

Y/N's eyes softened with understanding. She knew the gravity of what Carmilla had done, but more importantly, she knew how to ease her lover's torment. Without another word, she stood and crossed the room to a vintage gramophone that sat on a mahogany table. Carefully, she selected a record and placed it on the turntable. The familiar crackle of the needle meeting vinyl filled the room, followed by the soothing strains of classical music.

As the gentle melody enveloped them, Y/N turned back to Carmilla and extended her hand. "Dance with me," she said softly, a small, reassuring smile playing on her lips.

Carmilla hesitated for a moment, the weight of her fears still heavy on her shoulders. But the warmth in Y/N's eyes and the promise of solace in her embrace were impossible to resist. Slowly, she reached out and took Y/N's hand, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet.

The music swelled, filling the room with a serene beauty that seemed to wash away the darkness. Y/N's arms encircled Carmilla, drawing her close. They began to sway to the rhythm, their movements slow and deliberate. As they danced, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their intimate cocoon.

Y/N's touch was gentle, her presence a soothing balm to Carmilla's troubled soul. With each step, each graceful turn, the tension in Carmilla's body began to melt away. The music, combined with the comfort of Y/N's embrace, worked its magic, easing the storm of emotions that had plagued her.

"You don't have to carry this burden alone," Y/N murmured, her lips close to Carmilla's ear. "We'll face whatever comes together."

Carmilla nodded, her eyes closing as she rested her head against Y/N's shoulder. The fear that had gripped her so tightly began to loosen its hold. She felt safe, protected in Y/N's arms. The music swirled around them, a timeless symphony of comfort and love.