#i'll have her girlfriend-- my queen-- up hopefully soon

[partnerlesspansexual]

Walking home together ❤️

(Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

(Synopsis: Walking home from school with Gwenny (❁´◡`❁))

Genre: Fluff 🌸

Warnings: None

It's 2:49 pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, and Spiderwoman/Gwen Stacy is texting her girlfriend (you) in class.

Gwen: Hey, how's class going? ❤️

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I'm losing braincells by the minute, pls cum save me ❤️

Gwen: HA! that sucks. But school's almost over, I'll come and save you then, k?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I suppose that's acceptable, but come quick

Gwen: That's what she said 😏

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: 😑 rlly, bb?

Gwen: I know, I know 😂 I'll meet you outside the basketball court, sound good?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: ye, see u then ❤️

Gwen: see u then, princess ❤️

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The end of school bell rings and Gwen rushes out the class and through the halls, dodging people left and right until she finally gets through the doors and into the sunkissed world outside. Without a second thought, she started to head over to the basketball court, phone in hand ready to text you.

Gwen: Just finished class, heding to the basketball court. where r u?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: Lucky, my teacher's pulling the ol' "the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do" bullshit. B out in a sec (hopefully) ❤️

Gwen: kk ❤️

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A few minutes pass, and Gwen is leaning against the fence of the basketball court, a bored expression on her pretty, round face. She's about to text you again, when all of a sudden she hears a distant voice getting louder and louder by the second.

"Gwenyyyyyyyyy!"

Before Gwen can look up to see who the hell is shouting her name, you tackle her in a tight hug, peppering her face in kisses as she chuckles and wraps her arms around you.

"Well, hello there! I was beginning to think you'd ditched me"

She says in mock offense as she clings to you, relishing in the comfort of your embrace. You roll your eyes at her humorous comment and rest your head in the crook of her neck.

"Hey, it's not my fault my teacher has a stick up her ass. Anyways, can we go home now? Even being near this place is draining my youthful essence⁓"

You say dramatically as you lean against Gwen, feigning fatigue. She rolls her eyes and chuckles at your dramatic performance before slinging her arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to her, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Alright, drama queen⁓ Let's go, or would m'lady like me to carry her home?"

Gwen bows to you with a smirk, playing into the silliness. You chuckle and gently punch her shoulder.

"Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I have just enough strength left in me to walk home myself. But you know what I DO want?

Gwen raises her eyebrows in suspicion, thinking of all the things you could possibly want from her. But she soon finds out as you begin to make grabby gestures with your hands, indicating to her that you are in desperate need of some hand-holding. She chuckles at your cuteness and takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle smooch that causes a soft blush to spread across your cheeks.

"Alright then, princess. Let's go"

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You and Gwen walk home side by side, refusing to let your hands depart for even a second. At one point, a group of older ladies give the pair of you a look of concern and disapproval, to which Gwen responds by pulling you closer and giving you a quick smooch; this causes the ladies to gasp and look away, while you're burning up and giggling at Gwen's display of affection.

"What was that for?"

You ask as you bury your face in the crook of Gwen's neck. She chuckles at your embarrassment before responding.

"What? Can't a girl give her baby a smooch without needing a reason? I just want the world to know how much I looove yooouuu!⁓"

She sings as she picks you up by your waist and spins you around like a princess in a Disney film. You giggle and squeal as your lifted off the ground and swung round like a doll, clinging to Gwen like she's the last girl on earth.

"Baby! Baby, put down! You're gonna make me sick!"

You squeak as you repeatedly pat Gwen's arm in an attempt at breaking free from her loving clutches. She chuckles softly and places you back on the ground before taking your hands in hers and looking into your eyes, her expression filled with admiration and love.

"I love you, baby⁓"

She says softly as she rests her soft forehead against your own, enjoying the skin to skin contact like it's oxygen. You smile softly, your cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink, gently squeezing Gwen's hand.

"Love you too, Gwenny⁓"

(This is my first Gwen Stacy fic, so it's only a short one. I noticed how little wlw content there is for Gwen, so I thought it might be nice to do something for the girlies that like other girlies. Also, if anyone has any requests, please do ask. I'm still new to this thing so any advice or criticism is well appreciated 😊❤️)

[zizzenetes]

My Belladonna shipkid Aphra :33 shes the younger sister to my other Belladonna ship kid Donna! Hopefully I'll manage to draw up a desing for her aswell soon :"D

oc backstory and credits below

After Nightmare had realised his love for kids and Swap discovering the opposite, Nightmare wanted another kid when Donna was 4-5 years old but Swap didn't want to be pergnant again, so Aphra was carried out by Nightmare and he had an obvious favor in her direction even tough Nightmare loved Donna aswell.

In their early childhood this caused a rift between the kids but when Nightmare and Swap died they got turned to stone, the sisters only had eachother- so their bond got stronger, and now they have an amazing relationship with eachother.

even if they don't speak of their childhood. ever.

-Aphra became the "Queen of Negativity" after Nightmares death

-all she really does is just claim the title until she and Donna manage to free their parents

-they're both obsessed with freeing them Aprha maybe a bit more then Donna

-Aphra also has a girlfriend maybe I'll draw them soon aswell~

Swap sans belong to the fandom

Nightmare sans belongs to @jokublog

Aphra and Donna belongs to yours truly

let me know if ya'll want more lore of Aphra or this au questions are of course welcome aswell~

[hanasaku-shijin]

Hell Hath No Fury

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Charlie & Vaggie

Words: 2,040

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Romance

A/N: Just a little something for after the pilot episode. God knows how long it'll be until we see more of this series, so just have this for now.

[Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel.]

||  PATREON  ||  KO-FI  || COMMISSION INFO  ||

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Hell Hath No Fury

After all is said and done in terms of 'hiring the new staff' of their hotel that evening, Vaggie can't convince Charlie to break away from the sketchy-as-fuck demons quickly enough.

Charlie spends a good amount of time zipping around the place, asking everyone if they're 'okay' in their new surroundings, asking if there's anything they 'need,' and then quite literally singing the praises of all the amazing and incredible work they're going to accomplish together.

Vaggie stays back, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, muttering all the while. She keeps an eye on the lot of them, especially Alastor. For now, he doesn't seem to be doing anything more dangerous than making random demons appear for cleaning staff. But she still doesn't trust him, and she probably never will.

With Charlie bursting with so much energy and excitement, it takes Vaggie a good hour or so to finally grab ahold of her and remind her of the long day they've had; from the failure of the news interview to the present moment, it's been a lot.

She eventually coaxes her away from the so-called 'staff' and up to their room, reasoning with her that the literal Princess of Hell and head honcho around here needs to be well-rested and ready for anything. Charlie follows her, but not after waving exuberantly goodnight to all the others. She's humming and buzzing all the way up to their door, a dire contrast to Vaggie's silent, churning distrust.

Vaggie fishes out her room key and rattles the door open before stomping her way in, muttering nonstop. Their room is, of course, one of the best the somewhat-run-down hotel has to offer, with all the necessary furniture, a bathroom, and a sizable bed.

Vaggie crosses the room to the window, hoping some fresh air might help clear her bustling mind. But as soon as she jerks it open, a cloud of smog and cigarette smoke wafts in from who-knows-where and makes her gag. She slams the window shut again before storming over to her dresser, tearing off her clothes in exchange for her black-and-purple nightgown.

All the while, Charlie watches her. She's fallen silent now, her smile faded. She'd changed into her own pink nightgown quietly, leaving the dress shirt, pants, and overalls for tomorrow's laundry. Now, she sits on her side of the bed, knees pulled up to her chest and face half-buried in them as she watches her girlfriend hiss and curse.

Vaggie has been so consumed by her frustrations all evening long she hasn't calmed down for much longer than a second at a time. Her blood is boiling and her skin is crawling. Even now as she sits in front of the vanity, she yanks the brush through her hair and rips the pink ribbon out from the force of her motions, then angrily puts it back in and continues brushing.

She just doesn't like this. She'd barely liked the idea of rehabilitating Angel, but she really doesn't like having Alastor and all his creepy little henchmen scuttling around under their noses. She doesn't trust him one bit.

And what frustrates her even more is that she knows she wouldn't stand a chance against him if it ever came to an altercation. She'd seen his power with her own eyes tonight, how he'd summoned a massive demon out of literally nowhere.

She hates this. She hates that she knows she wouldn't be able to protect Charlie if push came to shove. All she wants is to keep her safe, and yet they'd just let one of the most dangerous and powerful demons in all of Hell into their front door. There's no way they can work with him, no way that he's actually on their side, no way they can-

"Vaggie…?"

The voice comes from behind her, small and timid. Vaggie pauses in her violent hair-brushing to actually look at her reflection in the mirror - fuming and ruffled like a madwoman. Behind her, huddled up on the bed, is a small pink bundle.

Vaggie drops her brush and whirls around instantly to face her. Charlie peeks up at her a little nervously.

"Are you… Are you still mad at me…?"

Vaggie honestly wishes she could wring her own neck right then and there. Because all this time, she's been cursing and slamming things around because she'd been worried about Charlie.

And yet, she's been the one worrying her the most.

Just like that - like someone had snapped their fingers and broken a curse - every drop of anger and frustration drains from Vaggie's body and mind when she sees Charlie looking so small and fretful.

The princess blinks, then looks away nervously.

"I-I mean, it's okay. I get it if you're still mad… You did specifically tell me not to let him in and I… did just that…"

Vaggie finally snaps herself out of her trance and makes her way over to the bed, crawling on slowly.

"Hey," she murmurs, much more gently than anything else she's said today. She reaches out to touch Charlie's shoulder softly, her tone quiet with apology. "I'm not mad at you, Charlie. I never was."

Charlie looks up at her a little hopefully, but also a little skeptically.

"Really? Cuz you seem kind of… pissed off…"

Vaggie wishes she could punch herself in the face.

"Gaah- I know, I know! But I'm not mad at you, Charlie! I swear! Cross my heart and hope to- Well, you know."

Charlie flashes her a cute little smile for the attempted joke. Vaggie smiles back. The only times she ever actually does smile are the times she's with her.

Charlie bites her lip, glancing first to the hand on her shoulder, then back up to Vaggie.

"So… you're really not mad at me…?"

Vaggie shakes her head in earnest.

"Of course not. I'm sorry if it seemed that way."

Charlie breathes a tiny sigh of relief, but she still has that nervous look wavering in her eyes.

"But you are unhappy with some of the decisions I've made, right?"

"Charlie…" Vaggie can't take it anymore. Seeing her like this is breaking her heart. She wraps her arms around her, resting her chin on top of her head. "You made whatever decisions you felt were right. You followed your instincts and your heart. You did what you felt was best for this hotel - for your dream. I could never be mad at you. Especially not for anything like that."

Charlie exhales, and it feels a little shaky. She looks up at her again, but the nervousness is gone now.

"Thanks, Vaggie."

Charlie reciprocates the embrace, wrapping both arms around her slowly and giving a good squeeze. Vaggie returns it with equal force. She lets her nails card through Charlie's hair, from the softer smoother side to the wavier side and all down her back. Charlie exhales again, nuzzling her face into Vaggie's shoulder.

"What a relief. I-I don't know what I'd do without you on my side, Vaggie. You're all I've got in the end…"

"Hey…" Vaggie eases her back a little, making sure Charlie is looking at her. "I am always on your side, you got that? No matter what. Even if Hell freezes over because of it, I don't give a crap. I'm standing with you, Charlie. Till the end, and whatever comes after that. And that's a promise." She dips down to kiss Charlie's lips sweetly. She feels her smile, feels that cute little poke of her fangs as she kisses back.

"Thanks, Vaggie." Charlie wipes her eyes that had nearly started to water. Her naturally-rosy cheeks seem a little puffier, as if she'd been crying when Vaggie couldn't see her. But she seems much better now with the misunderstanding cleared up. However, she still has questions. "So then, if you weren't mad at me, what's the matter? You've been huffy all night. No offense."

"None taken," Vaggie sighs. "You're right. I'm just… I don't know. I don't trust those guys, and I don't know what to do about it, that's all. I'm sorry it came off the wrong way, though. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I know you didn't." Charlie wiggles up close to her again, maintaining their loose embrace as they lean back against the pillows. "But don't worry about those guys. I'll keep an eye on them, and if anything goes wrong, I'll… I'll use my authority as Princess of Hell to ban them from the hotel! I'll give them a restraining order! Sound good?"

Vaggie can't help but burst out laughing. Leave it to this girl to think a restraining order would be able to stop some of the most powerful demons in Hell from bothering them. It's comical, but it's so, so Charlie. Vaggie hugs her again.

"I love you, y'know that?"

Charlie giggles.

"I know." She reaches up to cup Vaggie's face in her hands and kisses her again. "I'm glad you're smiling again. It's been kind of a crazy day, and I know I caused you a lot of stress. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're just working toward making your dream come true, and I agreed I'd be in it for the long haul. Sorry I made you think I was mad at you."

"It's okay!" Charlie beams. "You just wanna protect me. I know that. I really can look out for myself, but… it's really nice to know you're looking out for me too. It feels… kinda nice knowing you'd get so mad for my sake."

Vaggie chuckles. "Well, you know what they say; 'Hell hath no fury like a woman whose girlfriend is working with some of the most annoying and dangerous demons to ever exist in order to run a soul-rehabilitation hotel.'"

Charlie bursts out laughing; light, childish, bubbly little giggles that would put any heavenly angel to shame.

Vaggie's heart throbs. In all the disgusting, vial, murderously-grotesque layers of shit piled on top of all nine circles of Hell, Charlie's heartfelt hope and purity really don't belong. She may have been born to the King and Queen of Hell themselves, but she was definitely an angel.

In all this violence and chaos and darkness, Charlie is the flicker of a single tiny light. In spite of everything she's been through, everything she's seen, her heart is still pure. She still believes in people - these people - which is something Vaggie pretty much stopped doing a long time ago. She doesn't believe in anyone else anymore. Only Charlie.

Pulling her princess into another firm hug, Vaggie lies them both down and pulls the blankets up. Charlie turns toward her fully, her slim form fitting perfectly against Vaggie's. She wraps her arms around Vaggie's torso and nestles her face into her neck, cuddling up like some cute puppy.

Vaggie hugs her shoulders, still petting idly through her soft fluffy hair. She can feel the flutter of Charlie's heartbeat against her chest, quick but steady, eager to make her dreams a reality. Vaggie swears she'll do whatever it takes to help her achieve that goal, even if it might mean overthrowing Hell itself.

It really might come to that one day, but before her mind can wander too much, Charlie's soft angelic voice brings her back to the present again.

"Goodnight, Vaggie. Thank you for everything. I mean it."

Vaggie might have the burning strength of a million demons when she's really furious, but all it takes is one word from Charlie to have her melting.

"Night, Charlie. I love you."

"Love you."

And it's only here - in this dusty little room in the hazbin hotel for violent addicts, insane murderers, and bloodthirsty demons - where Vaggie and Charlie can truly feel safest in each other's arms; where all the raging fires of Hell combined couldn't possibly be warmer than this.

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A/N: They’re literally the perfect dynamic right off the bat. Charlie is her angel, her light, her healing (or at least I think so). I’m a total sucker for the angry explosive person just melting and being soft for the optimistic pure-hearted wholesome character.

Gosh, the possibilities for this show and these two are endless. So many good and bad things could happen to them, and I honestly can't wait to see how it all goes.

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Lorista, my princess~

i just love how much weight she's gained in her development u v u