Angelic Ballet

side blog dedicated to Seramilla and Hazbin-related content. (18+) main blog: contrivedchaos this blog is mostly writing prompts, exploring headcanons in the seramilla-verse, and shipping hell. occasionally nsfw. MINORS DNI, you will be blocked active blog ships: sera/carmilla sera/carmilla/rosie sera/carmilla/zestial odette/verosika clara/kiki/velvette charlie/vaggie emily/charlie/vaggie emily/lute

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[tanema123]

I found a picture of Carmilla's voice actor, Daphne Rubin Vega, online and used the outfit as a reference.

[seramilla]

Haven’t posted in a while. One of my senior cats was sick and she finally went over the rainbow bridge last week. Me and my other cat are still mourning, and other than trying to take care of her sister, I’ve been embodying the sin of sloth and doing absolutely nothing. I lost my baby and best friend in an afternoon and it still doesn’t feel real.

I miss having a furry little creature curled up in my lap when I’m working or writing. 😭 I didn’t realize how much I loved it until she was gone.

I hope if Heaven exists, my girl is up there frolicking and playing with the other kitties. And the pangolins.

Go hug your pets right now. I don’t care what you’re doing. Go! Right now!!!

[seramilla]

Spent a lot of time today reading back on my old posts here, side-eyeing all the asks still trapped in my inbox, and trying to figure out how I want to handle all that. I want 2026 to finally be the year that I write and finish my fallen Carmilla/Seramilla origin story. Season 2 instilled in me even more that there’s something going on with them. Something that needs to be fleshed out.

But doing more of that personal project means less time for other things, including all the AUs in the inbox. I want to keep responding to them, but I also want to create the thing thats been in my head for almost 2 years, and with Season 2, there’s even more to work with.

I am sure I will figure it out. But until then, I’m choosing to summon the spirits of Carmilla and Sera on this hallowed day. You know Carmilla is probably still working her ass off by herself while everyone else has gone home, because she thinks Sinsmas is stupid. Sera probably celebrates the actual human Christmas in Heaven but she doesn’t really enjoy participating in the parties Emily and St. Peter put on, so she also spends a lot of time in her office, doing who knows what. Pining for the good old days, probably. Carmilla’s daughters/Pentious check in on them frequently, though.

Anyway, merry Christmas/Sinsmas/whatever heathen holiday you celebrate!

[seramilla]

Carmilla has been setting up a lot of mistletoe this Christmas now that Sera is staying. Sera assumes this is how she normally decorates and doesn't want to bring it up assuming it means nothing and not wanting to make things awkward. Carmilla knows damn well isn't how she normally decorates and is hoping Sera picks up her hints.

I think Sera is definitely picking up on her hints. Things between them aren’t quite official and Sera is still in denial, but she is also trying to walk that fine line between friendly and professional. And also trying to keep her own feelings in check around the woman currently giving her a place to live.

Carmilla isn’t helping by putting mistletoe in doorways that she knows Sera has to walk through to get to certain areas of the house. Sera will just see it hanging in the kitchen doorway, for example, when she comes down to take coffee in the morning. Carmilla will already be there, having already made the coffee, giving Sera a sly grin, daring her to walk through that doorway and join her.

Sera is initially pretty flustered, but Carmilla’s house is huge. Most common rooms have more than one entrance, so Sera will look her dead in the eye, knowing what she’s up to, and then backtrack through the hallway, through the living room, back into the dining room, and then through the kitchen’s second entryway, thinking she’s outsmarted her hostess….before she is met with mistletoe again at the next doorway.

Sera, thwarted! Round goes to Carmilla!

Carmilla gives her a shit-eating grin. Carmilla isn’t sure what’s come over herself. Normally she’s not this flirty with people, but something about seeing Sera constantly conflicted about her feelings brings something feral out of her.

Sera doesn’t kiss her; not yet. But she gives up fighting and joins Carmilla for coffee. Carmilla tries to hide her laughter (rather unsuccessfully) behind her hand and Sera just sits there mortified and frustrated (for many different reasons….one being that she really fucking wants to kiss her but she’s still a hopeless lesbian….story of her life).

[seramilla]

So since at the time of writing it is December I was thinking of some human au Christmas time stuff so let's assume that it's after Sera and Emily move in with Carmilla but before they make it permanent and Carmilla in her attempt to make Sera stay is going all out.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Sera Espinosa doesn't consider herself to be a "festive" person.

Sure, there was a time when Emily was very young, where every new holiday was chaotic, fresh, and exciting, and Sera allowed herself periodic episodes of momentary whimsy, getting to see the world through the eyes of an over-excited little girl.

Fireworks during New Year's were a wondrous delight. Trick-or-treating during Halloween was a messy, sugary recipe for chaos as Emily wound down from her sugar high. Thanksgiving was a pleasant affair, one that Sera appreciated more for the time she got to spend with Emily as a family, even as tiny and dysfunctional as they were.

Christmas, on the other hand...is a holiday that Sera has no particular fondness for.

For Sera, as a child, there was no Santa Claus. No fancy decorations, no tree, no presents. Practically zero effort on her parents' part to make the day more special than any other day of the year.

To her credit, even with her lack of experience, Sera had tried to do the Santa Clause thing with Emily. Really, she had! She's never been the best at lying to her little sister, but Sera did try. She was given a modest tree by the church. Decorated it with ornaments from various swap meets and yard sales. Made sure there were at least a handful of presents underneath it each year, even if she had to get a seasonal job to afford such little luxuries.

It wasn't her fault her sister was so damn smart.

At age four, Emily played along. Did her best to act surprised, and showed herself to be eternally grateful for the brand-new doll, socks, and coloring book "Santa" had left under the tree. That was the first time Sera remembers her sister actually being aware of the significance of the holiday. The first time she ever tried to go all out.

By age five, however, Emily was over it. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, chirping in the most unamused voice that she could muster: "Santa's not real, Sera! I know you bought my presents. I saw them in the closet."

Of course, Sera tried to deny it; saying Santa must have stored them up there for safekeeping. But if Emily is anything, she is so much smarter than most adults give her credit for. It's almost scary how much self awareness the little girl had.

Sera had to abandon the act pretty quickly, and it didn't take long for Christmases in their apartment to become just another reason to stay home and do nothing. Still, Sera always tried to have nice things for Emily to open on Christmas morning. Being able to provide some semblance of normal for her sister around the holidays was the greatest wish of her life.

As Emily got older, she only ever wanted practical things -- books, clothes, art supplies, or surprise tickets to a sporting event when Sera got lucky at a company gift exchange one year. Emily never asked for much, and that worked just fine for Sera. This time of year was always difficult for her mental health as it is. Not having to make it a big deal -- to staying home with Emily for a few days, watching re-runs of their favorite shows, passing one of those big metal tins of miscellaneous popcorn flavors between them -- that was the spirit of the holiday for her little family. Sera never expected it to be any more than that.

Not until Carmilla "Never Learned the Meaning of Subtlety" Carmine walked into her life, and turned all of Sera's expectations about holidays upside down.

Sera and Emily's first Christmas in the Carmine household is truly something to behold. Sera doesn't know why she's surprised at every available surface being decked out in glorious, over-the-top holiday cheer, but it certainly is a culture shock. She's never been exposed to this much...muchness.

To start, the tree is gigantic. A floor-to-vaulted ceiling monstrosity that Sera isn't certain how Carmilla even fit through the front door in the first place. Much like her own aesthetic, most of the decorations are professional, practical colors, trading the gaudy greens and reds of the season for a much more visually pleasing silver and gold. The tree has it all -- ball ornaments, fake candles, sparkling lights, and even a few hand-made ornaments Clara and Odette brought home over the years.

Carmilla had spared no expense decorating the rest of the huge house, as well. Sera never clocked Carmilla for the religious type, but her hostess' vast Christmas angel collection is ridiculously impressive. There are hanging angels on the walls in the common areas, angel candles and candy dishes on every solid surface, and the most beautiful angel ornament placed at the top of the tree, nearly brushing the high ceiling.

Sera looks up at it, equally in awe and intimidated by it. This Christmas Eve night — sitting on the couch next to Carmilla, hot chocolate in hand, finally settling down after putting three giggly, over-excited girls to bed not even 2 hours earlier — Sera lets herself just relax. This is the first real, festive Christmas she and Emily have ever experienced. She sits in silence, taking it all in.

Carmilla gets up off the couch, moving to stand in front of the tree, with her back to Sera. She's been fussing with the presents under the tree all night long, making certain all the gifts are in their rightful place for when the girls wake up the next morning. The stockings hanging by the fireplace are overstuffed, threatening to rip at the seams, with each girl's name carefully sewn into the fabric with glittery material by a steady, motherly hand.

Carmilla had even made one for Emily, and a lump forms in Sera's throat at the thoughtfulness of it all.

"It's all so beautiful," Sera says suddenly, breaking the relative silence of the room, over the holiday music that's playing on the record player in the corner.

"Hmm?" Carmilla asks, still distracted by getting the presentation of the gifts just right under the tree. Nothing is ever quite good enough for Carmilla's girls. Not until everything is perfect.

"Just...all of this," Sera says. "The decorations, the tree...the angels. I never took you for the...angelic type."

Carmilla doesn't fully turn around, but she half-glances at Sera over her shoulder, a much more somber expression on her face than Sera was expecting.

"They...belonged to my mother. The woman was not a saint by any means, but she was incredibly devout. And brilliant. I respected that about her. We were never close. She had a very different vision for the company than I did, but... having these around... I suppose it makes me feel like we were close. It lets me pretend for a while. That probably sounds incredibly foolish."

"No!" Sera shouts, voice cracking a little more than she intended it to. She hadn't expected such a heartfelt response to her question. "That's not stupid at all. Actually, that's very...relatable."

Carmilla does turn around this time, a surprised look on her face. She heads back toward the couch to sit next to Sera, hands fidgeting in her lap. Sera grips the cooling cup of hot chocolate in her hands, trying her best to meet, and hold, Carmilla's gaze.

Carmilla is intrusively beautiful on a normal day...but on a night like this one, with the light in the room turned down low, and Carmilla's soft eyes and worried cheekbones limned by candlelight and golden decorations...her beauty is even more otherworldly and profound.

Sera blushes and almost looks away, but she tampers that awkward feeling down. She and Carmilla are having a moment. She doesn't want to ruin it.

"It's just...I know how you feel? I never had a relationship with either of my parents, and we didn't celebrate anything. When I got custody of Emily, I tried so hard to make Christmas special. She never really got into it like other children, but we made it our own. It let me pretend that, just for a little while, this was the way it had always been. It was always just us, celebrating together. It made up for all the times I had no one else."

With Sera's eyes lowering down to her own lap, feeling raw and torn open at that honest admission of her past, Carmilla reaches for Sera's shoulder. The taller woman jumps in surprise when the matriarch squeezes it assuringly.

"I'm sorry," Carmilla says, all evidence of her own self-pity long gone at hearing Sera's story. "You never should have experienced that. Neither of you deserved it."

To her own surprise, Sera's self-consciousness melts away. She places her own hand atop Carmilla's on her shoulder, looking over to smile at the other woman warmly.

"Don't be. This is the happiest I've ever seen Emily. You've shown her so much generosity and joy. I've never seen her excited to go to bed on Christmas Eve. Thank you...for making it magical. For both of us."

Carmilla's eyes widen, practically sparkling, and it has nothing to do with the lights or decorations glowing all around them.

"O-of course! It has been my greatest honor to have you with us. I only wish I could do more."

Of course, no matter how much Carmilla does for Sera and Emily, she always feels she could do more. Sera finds that so endearing about her. She defies all of Sera's expectation. Her capacity for love, and sharing what she has with the people she cares about, is boundless...

Sera could genuinely kiss the other woman right now, if she didn't think she'd faint from embarrassment. Sera may be falling head over heels for her, but that is her secret, and she might actually die if she gave in to the compulsion.

"You've done more than enough," Sera says, hoping Carmilla can sense her thankfulness, even though she can't look at her right now. Not without focusing on her soft, supple lips, just begging to be touched...

Focus, Sera!

"I-I think I'd better turn in," Sera says, standing. She fumbles a little with her half-empty cup of hot cocoa, now tepid and useless in her grip. She places it on the table. "I want to be ready when the girls wake us up."

Carmilla grins at her knowingly, Sera's awkwardness completely forgotten at the mention of their girls. Carmilla grabs both of their cups, turning toward the kitchen to wash them.

"You should probably wear those ear muffs I bought you," Carmilla teases, calling back to Sera as she exits the room. "Clara and Odette have been known to break the sound barrier with their screaming on Christmas morning. I won't be responsible for any ear-related injuries."

Sera laughs. A genuine, joyful laugh, imagining her sister reacting in the same way to her presents as the other girls. She can hardly wait.

"Noted!" Sera calls back to her, turning toward the stairs, and heading up to her room.

On the way back to her quarters, she passes by Clara's room. Even though Emily has her own room, most nights she chooses to sleep with Sera, or with Clara and Odette. Moving out of their apartment, while an adventure, had been a huge change for Emily, and she often seeks comfort in the middle of the night.

This evening, the girls had all squeezed into the large bunk bed in Clara's room, whispering and giggling between each other until they'd eventually nodded off. When Sera slowly creaks the door open to check on Emily, her sister is sprawled across the top bunk, while Clara and Odette lie alongside each other on the bottom.

One of Emily's feet is hanging off the edge, and she's drooling a little, some of it soaking into the stuffed pangolin cuddled up close to her face. Sera laughs under her breath when Emily mumbles to herself, a goofy grin spread across her face even when fast asleep.

Sera smiles, slowly closing the door behind her. It's almost midnight, so she needs to get to bed herself, before the girls undoubtedly awaken her bright and early within the next few hours.

"Good night, my little dove," Sera whispers, forehead leaned against the sturdy wood of the bedroom door. "Sweet dreams."

[seramilla]

I commissioned this gorgeous piece from @tanema123 for a new blog banner. I wanted a flirty Sera, and Tan did not disappoint! I love it so much!

If only Carmilla had stayed long enough during the finale for a possible interaction. Maybe this is how their reunion would go (once Sera sees Carmilla in that fit)!

[seramilla]

Lilith Fund Prompt #3 - Part 3!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4???

Snatching the Queen of Hell up out of Sera's lap, Carmilla Carmine none-too-gently shoves the smaller woman's back flat against the desk like she weighs nothing. The startled moan that escapes Lilith upon impact nearly make Sera's toes curl under her robes.

Sera watches, enraptured, at the way Carmilla effortlessly manhandles Lilith Morningstar. Moving her around like it's nothing, diligently encouraging the queen of Hell into submission, and absolutely not at all causing Sera to stew in her own jealousy at their size difference.

Carmilla is overcrowding the once-mortal woman's senses, caging in Lucifer's wife with her large body on the desk. The blonde has zero opportunity to speak or protest. She attempts to grab Carmilla's face, to wrestle back some control, but Carmilla traps both her wrists in one large clawed hand. Carmilla kisses her fiercely, absorbing Lilith's breathy whimpers and moans. She tugs the blonde's head back sharply again with her other hand in her hair, making her cry out in a heady mixture of pleasure-pain. Sera forces herself to hold in a sound of her own.

When Carmilla pulls away, Lilith looks up at the overlord, stray hairs plastered to the queen's face with sweat, lips puffy and dark from Carmilla's lipstick. She gives Carmilla a cheeky grin, uttering a very bratty, "That all you got?" before trying to fruitlessly tug at Carmilla's grasp.

Carmilla chuckles low, in a register that makes Sera want to pull both of them apart and take Carmilla for herself. Carmilla says, "Still as hopeless as ever, your Majesty," and tugs sharply at Lilith's hair, exposing the full column of the queen's throat, bruising the exposed flesh with her teeth.

A deep throb starts pulsing between Sera's legs, especially when Lilith gasps Carmilla's name. Maneuvering both of Lilith's wrists over her head, Carmilla looms over her, pushing their pelvises together over their clothes. The two women start a slow, steady grind into one another. Carmilla's hips meeting Lilith's as they rise up off the desk.

Then Carmilla moves a hand down, under Lilith's sundress, finding her center through her swimsuit, and watching with delight as the woman squeals and tries to twist away from the sensation. The queen is sensitive, responding strongly to Carmilla's touch. Sera realizes any semblance of purity she'd been harboring is now well and truly gone. She can't claim to be that anymore. Not after watching the two of them like this.

"So wet," Carmilla purrs, loud enough for Sera to hear. "You're soaked already. The High Seraphim really got you going, didn't she?"

A sudden movement under the fabric of the sundress causes Lilith's entire body to jolt, pulling against her restraints and bucking into the body above her. Carmilla pulls her hand away, revealing that it's covered in the queen's slick. She brings her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, exaggerated swipes of her tongue, watching Sera's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"The labors of thy lips hath yielded delicious fruit," Carmilla says in Sera's direction, openly mocking the Lord's manner of speech. Motioning to Lilith with a jerk of her head, she asks, "Dost thou wish to taste?"

Sera observes the scene, the literal temptress of mankind looking absolutely debauched atop her desk, and the former angel who nearly caused her own banishment asking her to risk it all again.

The High Seraphim should be beyond this, but yet, she isn't. Because somehow, she and Carmilla have kept this game going for thousands of years. This is the first time a third party's been involved, but despite everything, even after Carmilla's traumatic fall, Sera has never lost faith in her. Never not trusted her, wholly and completely.

Yes. Sera wants a taste. She wants everything Carmilla can give her, and even Lilith, too. She's always loved humankind, particularly the first mortal soul to ever buck the system. If only Sera were so brave. If only she had the nerve to take what she wanted, so openly and brazenly, like the two women in from of her. She can't abandon her post. Can't abandon the Winners, but...

Sera stands up. She looms over them both, taking those big, beautiful, sinful fingers of Carmilla's into her mouth, watching the overlord practically melt as she samples the first woman's essence from her fingertips. She steps around her desk, sliding delicately to her knees in front of her paramour, where the angle is much easier to meet Carmilla's gaze.

Curse her height. Sera wishes she could see Carmilla like this all the time. But it just makes it all the sweeter when she has to lower herself before the fallen angel to do so. It's a little thrill she will never deny herself.

"Lead me," Sera says without flinching. "Show me how you please her, love."

It's only ever been you, Sera wants to say. I've only ever wanted to please you.

If pleasing Lilith pleases Carmilla, she will do it, gladly. It's all the same to Sera. To see Carmilla in her element, content and in control. As she never was in Heaven.

Carmilla steps aside, using magic to shove the desk toward Sera across the floor. It groans in protest against the pristine marble, leaving scuff marks in its wake, but Sera will worry about that later. Suddenly, Lilith is lain out before her on its surface, snapping Sera's attention back to the matter at hand. Which happens to be a face full of the queen's long legs, a wet spot where her bathing suit barely covers her center, and the skirt of her sundress fanning out around her waist and back, almost like wings.

Hell's greatest arms dealer wastes no more time. Shoving Lilith's legs apart at the knee, she slices through her bathing suit bottoms with a single claw. Lilith gasps at suddenly being exposed to the chill of the room. Her hips jump instinctively toward Sera's face, already worked up and soaking from Carmilla's earlier attention. Sera can't pull her eyes away.

"You know what to do, mi amor," Carmilla says, coming up behind Sera and putting a clawed hand in her hair. Not so much to direct the High Seraphim, but to encourage her. Moral support. "Go on. Just like I taught you."

Going down on a woman is more Carmilla's wheelhouse. Even when she was an angel, Carmilla was never afraid to partake in more earthly pleasures. She's always been confident and subversive that way. Even under the blind eye of God, sex was not a sinful act to her. It was a way to pass the time. An expression of love. No matter her reasons, Sera was one of the first to experience the Carmilla special.

Sera had learned from the best, and as a Seraphim, she has somewhat of a knack for everything she does. Including this.

As soon as Sera's smooth hands glide up Lilith's thighs, the queen finds they are already warm and soothing to the touch. Far warmer than she expected from someone Heaven-born. Not burning like her husband's, but pleasant and tempering, like Carmilla's.

Sera's mouth is equally hot on her pubic mound, then her inner thighs, and then her lower lips. She moves with quick breaths and scattered kisses across the queen's smooth expanse of skin, easing closer to her center, and then away again, ever the tease. Lilith pushes down into Sera's face, almost grabbing onto the Seraphim's hair to guide her, but choosing instead to grip the edge of the desk with both hands, squeezing until it starts to crack.

Unlike Carmilla, Lilith has never seen battle. Lucifer had healed her of every injury from their fall, but she still has scars, even if they are mostly internal. Regardless, Sera is unceasingly gentle.

"Sera," Lilith mewls, stopped by a harsh lick over the hood of her clit before the tongue moves away again. "I know you and Carmilla both grew up in the land of delayed gratification, but I would really fucking like it if you would hurry up and--nngghhhh!"

Instruction understood. Sera draws Lilith closer, scooting the queen's butt to the very edge of her desk, until her pussy is literally dripping off the edge. She takes the whole of her into her mouth, easing back the hood of her clit with a gentle brush of lips, and teasing the button with swift and barely-there movements of her tongue. She has to physically hold Lilith's thighs down to keep her from flying away.

"FUCK!" Lilith cries out, head shooting up from the desk and then banging back down with a thud! She moves to grip Sera's hair again but, remembering it would be a bad idea to leave marks on the angel, covers her own face with her hands. Her own claws graze her cheeks, threatening to open skin.

"Oh fuu--uck!"

Sera's mouth is hot. Not just in a sexy way, but in a balmy, hot-compress-to-an-overworked-muscle sort of way. Her mouth is like the answer to an ache that Lilith didn't know she had. With every swipe of tongue, every whisper of breath, every amount of suction to her clit, Lilith finds herself on fire, even for a denizen of Hell.

Maybe it's an angel thing. Her husband and Carmilla also tend to run hot, but this is something else.

Needing something, anything, substantial to hold onto, Lilith's horns sprout from her head. She grips them like a lifeline, holding on for dear life, and Sera makes happy noises every time the queen squeezes around her tongue and fingers.

Sera is a quick study. She finds that her fingers inside Lilith are nice, but she gets the best reactions when she pays attention to her clit. As Sera rubs the hood of that button with two fingers, lathing it with the flat of her tongue in slow, easy strokes, Lilith sings, and it's literal music to Sera's ears.

The queen has always been a talented vocalist, but there's something about her voice in the throes of passion, body covered in a sheen of sweat, looking more vulnerable, open, and honest than the Seraphim has ever seen her, that nearly makes Sera come herself.

"Right there, baby," Lilith whines, hips jumping as Sera pays particular attention to her point of interest. She's settled on petting Sera's hair, trying her very best not to damage her halo or angelic skin with her claws. "You're so good, sweetheart. So good for me. I'm--I'm going to--!"

Perhaps Lilith stumbled upon it organically, Sera's penchant for praise. Maybe Carmilla clued her in to it at some point, though when that conversation may have come up, Sera couldn't say. Or maybe the queen is naturally generous with her words with her pussy in someone's face, almost falling off the edge of a hard surface and into the arms of an angel.

Either way, it does something to Sera. Hearing Lilith getting closer to her own release, calling her good, calling her baby, like Carmilla always does, and finally having a pair of strong, child-bearing thighs squeezing her head like a vice as she comes. Lilith is no Carmilla, but she's still beautiful in the aftermath. Lying upon Sera's desk, where she works, where she signs official documents and makes Heavenly decrees, according to the Lord's will.

The first mortal woman looks absolutely fucked out on its surface, legs spread and messy with her slick and come. It's Sinful. It's sweet. It's like nothing Sera's experienced before. She's never been with a human, but it's far more intimate than she expected. She can no longer resist the heat growing in her own body. The sight, the sound, the smell of it all. The heady combination is what does her in.

Sera whimpers. Finally gives in. Her free hand shoots under her robes, spreading her legs and rubbing her center through layers of fabric, trying to relieve the building tension. Carmilla’s eyes are drawn to the motion instantly. Sera jumps as the arms dealer is suddenly behind her, hiking up Sera's robes around her hips, exposing the Seraphim to her hungry gaze. Sera can feel herself soaking through her underclothes.

Selfishly, Sera wishes she could pay better attention to Lilith just a little longer. But then Carmilla reminds her of her presence, rubbing a very obvious, very solid protrusion between her legs. It feels like silicone, and it feels big. Sera looks behind her. Carmilla's tights are pulled down just enough to let her mystery gift show. Seeing the strap around the Overlord's hips sends a familiar shiver radiating up Sera's spine.

Carmilla pushes Sera's underclothes aside, rubbing the strap against Sera’s swollen, weeping center. It nudges at her clit, sending Sera pitching forward in surprise, directly into Lilith’s waiting lap. The queen is now sitting up on the desk. Sera buries her face against the smaller woman’s thigh and whimpers.

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart,” Lilith croons, voice husky and deep in the aftermath of her first orgasm. She strokes Sera’s forehead, pushing her glorious curls back as Carmilla keeps teasing Sera with the strap. “And it looks like Carmilla’s just begun.”

"I--" Sera starts, until Carmilla, flush against her back, reaches around and strokes Sera's clit with pinpoint precision, soaking the strap with all the wetness coming out of the High Seraphim. Sera squawks, bird-like, blushing profusely.

"It's okay," Lilith says softly, still stroking Sera's hair, pulling her face back toward her inner thighs. Back toward her center. "Carmilla will take good care of you. Eyes on me, darling."

[seramilla]

Lilith Fund Prompt #3 - Part 3!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4???

Snatching the Queen of Hell up out of Sera's lap, Carmilla Carmine none-too-gently shoves the smaller woman's back flat against the desk like she weighs nothing. The startled moan that escapes Lilith upon impact nearly make Sera's toes curl under her robes.

Sera watches, enraptured, at the way Carmilla effortlessly manhandles Lilith Morningstar. Moving her around like it's nothing, diligently encouraging the queen of Hell into submission, and absolutely not at all causing Sera to stew in her own jealousy at their size difference.

Carmilla is overcrowding the once-mortal woman's senses, caging in Lucifer's wife with her large body on the desk. The blonde has zero opportunity to speak or protest. She attempts to grab Carmilla's face, to wrestle back some control, but Carmilla traps both her wrists in one large clawed hand. Carmilla kisses her fiercely, absorbing Lilith's breathy whimpers and moans. She tugs the blonde's head back sharply again with her other hand in her hair, making her cry out in a heady mixture of pleasure-pain. Sera forces herself to hold in a sound of her own.

When Carmilla pulls away, Lilith looks up at the overlord, stray hairs plastered to the queen's face with sweat, lips puffy and dark from Carmilla's lipstick. She gives Carmilla a cheeky grin, uttering a very bratty, "That all you got?" before trying to fruitlessly tug at Carmilla's grasp.

Carmilla chuckles low, in a register that makes Sera want to pull both of them apart and take Carmilla for herself. Carmilla says, "Still as hopeless as ever, your Majesty," and tugs sharply at Lilith's hair, exposing the full column of the queen's throat, bruising the exposed flesh with her teeth.

A deep throb starts pulsing between Sera's legs, especially when Lilith gasps Carmilla's name. Maneuvering both of Lilith's wrists over her head, Carmilla looms over her, pushing their pelvises together over their clothes. The two women start a slow, steady grind into one another. Carmilla's hips meeting Lilith's as they rise up off the desk.

Then Carmilla moves a hand down, under Lilith's sundress, finding her center through her swimsuit, and watching with delight as the woman squeals and tries to twist away from the sensation. The queen is sensitive, responding strongly to Carmilla's touch. Sera realizes any semblance of purity she'd been harboring is now well and truly gone. She can't claim to be that anymore. Not after watching the two of them like this.

"So wet," Carmilla purrs, loud enough for Sera to hear. "You're soaked already. The High Seraphim really got you going, didn't she?"

A sudden movement under the fabric of the sundress causes Lilith's entire body to jolt, pulling against her restraints and bucking into the body above her. Carmilla pulls her hand away, revealing that it's covered in the queen's slick. She brings her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, exaggerated swipes of her tongue, watching Sera's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"The labors of thy lips hath yielded delicious fruit," Carmilla says in Sera's direction, openly mocking the Lord's manner of speech. Motioning to Lilith with a jerk of her head, she asks, "Dost thou wish to taste?"

Sera observes the scene, the literal temptress of mankind looking absolutely debauched atop her desk, and the former angel who nearly caused her own banishment asking her to risk it all again.

The High Seraphim should be beyond this, but yet, she isn't. Because somehow, she and Carmilla have kept this game going for thousands of years. This is the first time a third party's been involved, but despite everything, even after Carmilla's traumatic fall, Sera has never lost faith in her. Never not trusted her, wholly and completely.

Yes. Sera wants a taste. She wants everything Carmilla can give her, and even Lilith, too. She's always loved humankind, particularly the first mortal soul to ever buck the system. If only Sera were so brave. If only she had the nerve to take what she wanted, so openly and brazenly, like the two women in from of her. She can't abandon her post. Can't abandon the Winners, but...

Sera stands up. She looms over them both, taking those big, beautiful, sinful fingers of Carmilla's into her mouth, watching the overlord practically melt as she samples the first woman's essence from her fingertips. She steps around her desk, sliding delicately to her knees in front of her paramour, where the angle is much easier to meet Carmilla's gaze.

Curse her height. Sera wishes she could see Carmilla like this all the time. But it just makes it all the sweeter when she has to lower herself before the fallen angel to do so. It's a little thrill she will never deny herself.

"Lead me," Sera says without flinching. "Show me how you please her, love."

It's only ever been you, Sera wants to say. I've only ever wanted to please you.

If pleasing Lilith pleases Carmilla, she will do it, gladly. It's all the same to Sera. To see Carmilla in her element, content and in control. As she never was in Heaven.

Carmilla steps aside, using magic to shove the desk toward Sera across the floor. It groans in protest against the pristine marble, leaving scuff marks in its wake, but Sera will worry about that later. Suddenly, Lilith is lain out before her on its surface, snapping Sera's attention back to the matter at hand. Which happens to be a face full of the queen's long legs, a wet spot where her bathing suit barely covers her center, and the skirt of her sundress fanning out around her waist and back, almost like wings.

Hell's greatest arms dealer wastes no more time. Shoving Lilith's legs apart at the knee, she slices through her bathing suit bottoms with a single claw. Lilith gasps at suddenly being exposed to the chill of the room. Her hips jump instinctively toward Sera's face, already worked up and soaking from Carmilla's earlier attention. Sera can't pull her eyes away.

"You know what to do, mi amor," Carmilla says, coming up behind Sera and putting a clawed hand in her hair. Not so much to direct the High Seraphim, but to encourage her. Moral support. "Go on. Just like I taught you."

Going down on a woman is more Carmilla's wheelhouse. Even when she was an angel, Carmilla was never afraid to partake in more earthly pleasures. She's always been confident and subversive that way. Even under the blind eye of God, sex was not a sinful act to her. It was a way to pass the time. An expression of love. No matter her reasons, Sera was one of the first to experience the Carmilla special.

Sera had learned from the best, and as a Seraphim, she has somewhat of a knack for everything she does. Including this.

As soon as Sera's smooth hands glide up Lilith's thighs, the queen finds they are already warm and soothing to the touch. Far warmer than she expected from someone Heaven-born. Not burning like her husband's, but pleasant and tempering, like Carmilla's.

Sera's mouth is equally hot on her pubic mound, then her inner thighs, and then her lower lips. She moves with quick breaths and scattered kisses across the queen's smooth expanse of skin, easing closer to her center, and then away again, ever the tease. Lilith pushes down into Sera's face, almost grabbing onto the Seraphim's hair to guide her, but choosing instead to grip the edge of the desk with both hands, squeezing until it starts to crack.

Unlike Carmilla, Lilith has never seen battle. Lucifer had healed her of every injury from their fall, but she still has scars, even if they are mostly internal. Regardless, Sera is unceasingly gentle.

"Sera," Lilith mewls, stopped by a harsh lick over the hood of her clit before the tongue moves away again. "I know you and Carmilla both grew up in the land of delayed gratification, but I would really fucking like it if you would hurry up and--nngghhhh!"

Instruction understood. Sera draws Lilith closer, scooting the queen's butt to the very edge of her desk, until her pussy is literally dripping off the edge. She takes the whole of her into her mouth, easing back the hood of her clit with a gentle brush of lips, and teasing the button with swift and barely-there movements of her tongue. She has to physically hold Lilith's thighs down to keep her from flying away.

"FUCK!" Lilith cries out, head shooting up from the desk and then banging back down with a thud! She moves to grip Sera's hair again but, remembering it would be a bad idea to leave marks on the angel, covers her own face with her hands. Her own claws graze her cheeks, threatening to open skin.

"Oh fuu--uck!"

Sera's mouth is hot. Not just in a sexy way, but in a balmy, hot-compress-to-an-overworked-muscle sort of way. Her mouth is like the answer to an ache that Lilith didn't know she had. With every swipe of tongue, every whisper of breath, every amount of suction to her clit, Lilith finds herself on fire, even for a denizen of Hell.

Maybe it's an angel thing. Her husband and Carmilla also tend to run hot, but this is something else.

Needing something, anything, substantial to hold onto, Lilith's horns sprout from her head. She grips them like a lifeline, holding on for dear life, and Sera makes happy noises every time the queen squeezes around her tongue and fingers.

Sera is a quick study. She finds that her fingers inside Lilith are nice, but she gets the best reactions when she pays attention to her clit. As Sera rubs the hood of that button with two fingers, lathing it with the flat of her tongue in slow, easy strokes, Lilith sings, and it's literal music to Sera's ears.

The queen has always been a talented vocalist, but there's something about her voice in the throes of passion, body covered in a sheen of sweat, looking more vulnerable, open, and honest than the Seraphim has ever seen her, that nearly makes Sera come herself.

"Right there, baby," Lilith whines, hips jumping as Sera pays particular attention to her point of interest. She's settled on petting Sera's hair, trying her very best not to damage her halo or angelic skin with her claws. "You're so good, sweetheart. So good for me. I'm--I'm going to--!"

Perhaps Lilith stumbled upon it organically, Sera's penchant for praise. Maybe Carmilla clued her in to it at some point, though when that conversation may have come up, Sera couldn't say. Or maybe the queen is naturally generous with her words with her pussy in someone's face, almost falling off the edge of a hard surface and into the arms of an angel.

Either way, it does something to Sera. Hearing Lilith getting closer to her own release, calling her good, calling her baby, like Carmilla always does, and finally having a pair of strong, child-bearing thighs squeezing her head like a vice as she comes. Lilith is no Carmilla, but she's still beautiful in the aftermath. Lying upon Sera's desk, where she works, where she signs official documents and makes Heavenly decrees, according to the Lord's will.

The first mortal woman looks absolutely fucked out on its surface, legs spread and messy with her slick and come. It's Sinful. It's sweet. It's like nothing Sera's experienced before. She's never been with a human, but it's far more intimate than she expected. She can no longer resist the heat growing in her own body. The sight, the sound, the smell of it all. The heady combination is what does her in.

Sera whimpers. Finally gives in. Her free hand shoots under her robes, spreading her legs and rubbing her center through layers of fabric, trying to relieve the building tension. Carmilla’s eyes are drawn to the motion instantly. Sera jumps as the arms dealer is suddenly behind her, hiking up Sera's robes around her hips, exposing the Seraphim to her hungry gaze. Sera can feel herself soaking through her underclothes.

Selfishly, Sera wishes she could pay better attention to Lilith just a little longer. But then Carmilla reminds her of her presence, rubbing a very obvious, very solid protrusion between her legs. It feels like silicone, and it feels big. Sera looks behind her. Carmilla's tights are pulled down just enough to let her mystery gift show. Seeing the strap around the Overlord's hips sends a familiar shiver radiating up Sera's spine.

Carmilla pushes Sera's underclothes aside, rubbing the strap against Sera’s swollen, weeping center. It nudges at her clit, sending Sera pitching forward in surprise, directly into Lilith’s waiting lap. The queen is now sitting up on the desk. Sera buries her face against the smaller woman’s thigh and whimpers.

“You’re not done yet, sweetheart,” Lilith croons, voice husky and deep in the aftermath of her first orgasm. She strokes Sera’s forehead, pushing her glorious curls back as Carmilla keeps teasing Sera with the strap. “And it looks like Carmilla’s just begun.”

"I--" Sera starts, until Carmilla, flush against her back, reaches around and strokes Sera's clit with pinpoint precision, soaking the strap with all the wetness coming out of the High Seraphim. Sera squawks, bird-like, blushing profusely.

"It's okay," Lilith says softly, still stroking Sera's hair, pulling her face back toward her inner thighs. Back toward her center. "Carmilla will take good care of you. Eyes on me, darling."

[seramilla]

So Carmilla hasn't seen Sera in hundreds of years so when she first sees her it doesn't register at first that that's Sera. Afterall last Carmilla saw her girlfriend she was shorter than her and Carmilla would pick her up and carry her around or joke that Carmilla's eyes were up here as Sera was roughly as tall Carmilla's chest (both always caused Sera to dissolve into a blushing mess) but now Sera is a lot taller than Carmilla in fact now her eyes are level with Sera's boobs (Sera doesn't make that joke as whenever she remembers that fact she turns into a blushing mess)

Imagine the last time Carmilla saw Sera, she was roughly Emily's size. They were both young, Carmilla a new general in charge of the first league of Exorcists, and Sera still a Seraphim in training. In some alternate universe, Sera arrives immediately after the crew dissipates the angelic weapon, and our girls almost get a chance to interact during the finale of Season 2.

Carmila hasn't grown that much, but she's changed into a literal demon, with many more Hellish features than Sera remembers. Meanwhile, Sera has sprouted like a weed over the last however many thousands of years, turning into this tall, angelic being, rivaling some of Heaven's elders in her stature. Carmilla is speechless in her presence, barely able to draw herself away from the calming protection of Zestial, because despite her long, storied history with the angel in front of her, Sera's is a face she wholly does not recognize anymore.

Sera is initially too busy fussing and crying over Emily to notice Carmilla is there, but once she sees the fallen angel standing off to the side with this spider demon, holding onto his hand like she might melt into the ground if she lets go, Emily eventually wanders off to celebrate with Charlie and Vaggi, and Sera latches on to Carmilla's gaze for several seconds, until it feels like it lasts for hours.

Eventually Sera works up the nerve to walk over to them, but the closer she gets, Carmilla is looking up, and she feels so small in Sera's presence. Sera's nervous and hesitant face tries to communicate with more than words how much she longs to approach her. But Sera is also so different than she remembers. Heaven's elite angels have always been larger than life, and now her beloved Sera has become one of them...

Zestial takes advantage of their silence to step away, and when Carmilla reaches for his hand again, she looks all around until she notices he's taken a step back, standing with some of the other overlords, so as not to be conspicuous. Her eyes flash a combination of fear and confusion in his direction, pleading wordlessly, "Please don't leave me here alone, what do I even say to her?" until he just nods, smiling with an expression that speaks, "I shalt be here, bella, as long as thy needeth me. Just talk to thine angel."

Sera eventually makes it over to her, squeezing past over-excited Sinners and overlords to stand in front of Carmilla, who she now has to look down upon. Carmilla suddenly can no longer hold her gaze, eyes flitting back and forth between Vaggi and the crowd of bodies surrounding them, subconsciously looking for an escape. She left her daughters at home. What is she even doing here? Heaven is here, and her compound is unprotected...she needs to leave. Get out of here now. Her girls. They still aren't safe!...She...

"Carmilla..."

That name. Her name. In that voice she hasn't heard for 10,000 years. It's like a gut-punch right to the brain, drawing her out of her mental spiral, and looking up at the High Seraphim of Heaven, who has entered Carmilla's realm of her own volition. To check on her sister, yes, but Emily is not the object of her attentions at the moment. Sera is looking at her the same way she looked at Emily. With worry. With remorse. With pity! And...

She clenches her fists. Her large, oversized claws break the skin of her own palms, bleeding angelic blood. Bleeding gold. Angelic gold. Realizing what she's doing, she gasps, squeezing the fabric of her dress in her fists to hide the evidence of her origins from the dozens, if not hundreds, of people surrounding them. Did anyone see?...

Carmilla turns, doing her best to hide her hands from any potential onlookers, who may be wondering what the High Seraphim is doing approaching one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.

"I'm sorry!"

That's all Carmilla can say before she runs away from Sera, directly past Zestial, who barely misses swiping at her arm as she races right by him. Carmilla ignores everyone around her, pushing around and through a sea of bodies, her attention focused solely on getting home.

Did anyone see? Did they put two-and-two together? Did her blood betray her secret? She can't think about any of that right now. Odette and Clara need her. She needs to know they're all right. That they didn't get caught in Vox's ill-planned blast radius. Most importantly, she needs to get away from Sera...before she does something profoundly stupid...like blowing the cover she's held for literally thousands of years.

The streets are mostly empty. Everyone is too busy celebrating the Hazbin Hotel's victory at the former Vee Tower. Eventually, she stops hearing Sera call after her. She leans against the wall of a building, catching her breath. She stops feeling Zestial's magic reach out to her, his comforting essence inquiring about her safety in jagged, green threads only she can see, until they disappear. Everything is unusually, uncharacteristically quiet, and then she's returned home again, and her daughters are all right. She can feel them both alive and well through the bond they share.

She doesn't go back to the square. Doesn't ask after Sera again. She's too ashamed. Ashamed of what she did with that weapon. Ashamed to see that confused, hurt expression on Sera's face again...ashamed that something she created hurt Sera's sister. How was she supposed to know an angel would want to help Alastor? That stupid, fucking radio demon nearly got Sera's little sister killed...why would she help him of all people?

Now that the connection with Heaven is open, how will she ever show her face in public, let alone Sera's presence? Now that the High Seraphim knows that she's here, where can she possibly hide? What will Zestial think of her, showing this much weakness toward an angel, knowing what Carmilla is? He's the only one who knows her secret. Not even Lucifer is privy to her past.

What will her daughters think? After what her mother did, letting fucking Vox intimidate her like that? They might be ashamed of her, too...

Carmilla sneaks into her office. Her daughters are close by, but they haven't sensed her yet, so she ignores them for now. She pours herself a heavy drink, and sits in the silent, dark oppression that is her office at the end of a long day. Eventually, she'll come out. Things will go back to (relative) normalcy, once the hype of Hell's victory dies down.

For the moment, she needs to think. Needs to plan. Needs to strategize. Where the fucking Hell does she go from here? All her defenses are down. All her former plans are moot. The game has changed here in Hell, and the whiskey burns as a reminder of her shame as it travels down her throat.

She lays in silence on the expensive chaise lounge that Zestial bought her. She needs a nap. Needs rest, after several days without more than an hour or two of sleep, building that weapon. As the heavy weight of unconsciousness takes her over, Sera's face invades the space behind her eyes. She would cry herself to sleep, if she weren't so exhausted. There will be plenty of time for tears in the waking hours, when she can no longer hide from the literal eye of Heaven's light any longer. Or from all of Hell, for that matter.

There was a joke about boobs and I turned it into angst. Sorry, not sorry.

[seramilla]

Haven't seen anyone else bring this up, but I'm glad we finally got confirmation that Emily and Sera are sisters in canon.

[seramilla]

Imagine that one scene where Blitzø and Stolas dance but it's Seramilla instead

Carmilla standing on the balcony railing because she’s too short to dance with Sera otherwise. Sera is one of those really, really tall birds if Carmilla is that short compared to her. 😳

And then Carmilla dips her waaaaay back. 😳

There’s a recurring theme with some of the most recent asks in the inbox about Sera’s height, and I appreciate the way you all think!

[seramilla]

How exactly tall is Sera in the human au? I image she would be close to 7ft

Definitely well over 6 feet. Almost (but not quite) 7 feet might be the most accurate (the world record is 8 feet, but I definitely don’t think she’s that tall). She’s taller than anyone else she knows.

Another anon mentioned her having a growth spurt, and I think it’s a similar situation here. Her teenage years were really awkward, and teachers and friends pushed her to play sports because of her height, but she didn’t actually enjoy it. She eventually grew into her body, and could have become a model if her life had turned out differently and she didn’t have to raise Emily.

But she’s not as self-conscious about her height now. Especially because Carmilla really likes it. 😏

[seramilla]

Little idea I have so pre fall Sera and Carmilla were dating having a bit of a teen love relationship and at this time Carmilla is taller than Sera. Anyway young idealistic Carmilla joins in Lucifer's rebellion and falls. Afterwards Sera has a growth spurt so when years later they reunite and Carmilla is shocked to see Sera is now noticably taller.

Maybe Sera is a little smaller like Emily when she’s younger but the family genes kick in after she rises to High Seraphim and suddenly Sera towers over everyone. Carmilla would be looking up at her for the first time. That is so cute. ☺️

[seramilla]

My Seramilla headcanons were neither denied nor confirmed this season. So Viv, you’re telling me there’s still a chaaaaance.

Initial thoughts:

Interesting that Lucifer claims to not know Carmilla, despite him being with her and Zestial in the pilot. Will be interesting to know if he was lying or if that part of the pilot was actually retconned. Doesn’t mean Carmilla isn’t a fallen angel, she may have just fallen later.

Carmilla built the weapon because she was afraid for Odette and Clara, but she didn’t agree to help Vaggie until the tide of the war was turning. What if she hesitated because she was scared of seeing Sera there? Sera didn’t show up until after the Spirit Bomb, and Carmilla presumably already left with Zestial, so they may have just missed each other.

THIS SHOT. Carmilla is genuinely so happy that the war with Heaven is over. Unlike any other overlord, she stops to linger and STARE AT THE GIRLS WITH EMILY. Like she knows. That is not the face of an impartial observer.

Carmilla continues to be conflicted and flighty about Heaven until she is forced to get involved. She keeps illustrating general foresight and knowledge about Heaven that no Sinner or overlord should have any business knowing. There is no other explanation for it other than her being involved.

In conclusion, my delulu shippy headcanons are safe for another season. Hallelujah!

[thisishell97]

I would even go so far to say (in a shippy/rose colored glasses way) that carmilla and sera have History together. Carmilla had access to Angelic Steel and assumedly MAKES IT. We have to ask HOW? so. my assessment is that she either A) has a loose deal w Sera to give them Holy Weapons or B) the funner option of Carmilla and Sera fucking nasty to ensure peace. Which Also adds angst to Sera's Song

[seramilla]

…….I like the way you think!

[seramilla]

They’re so precious.

[seramilla]

asking based on your hazbin music tier list, do you happen to like to taylor swift and/or blackpink?

I hope I don’t hurt your feelings by saying I’m not a Swiftie. But I’ve been listening to a bit more K-Pop since KPDH dropped. It was my hyperfixation over the summer. Blackpink are great! I know they were a big inspiration for the film and I get a huge Zoey vibe from their vocals.