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paring: gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: lately, your girlfriend has been acting distant

contains: established relationship, slightly angsty, miscommunication, identity reveal, insecurities, hurt/comfort, fluff ending,

a/n: i don’t want to wait a whole year to write for my girl. finally writing for someone who isn’t vi, don’t get used to it

Gwen had stood you up. Again.

At this point, the excuse was probably easy to guess. Something about ballet classes, band practice, or her dad’s obsession with Spider-Woman.

Something important enough to ignore your calls and leave your messages unanswered.

Today was supposed to be different. You’d invited her to dinner with your parents and made it clear how much it meant to you, hoping it would matter just as much to her.

It didn’t.

Dinner sat untouched for far too long while everyone waited for her to arrive. No one wanted to start without her, especially not you.

Later, embarrassment settled heavily in your chest as you found yourself making up excuses for why your girlfriend hadn’t shown up.

Missed calls. Unread texts. Last-minute cancellations. Stupid explanations.

The list never seemed to end.

Even her voicemail greeting had become familiar enough that you could almost recite it from memory after hearing it so many times.

To be fair, she’d been like this long before the two of you officially started dating. Maybe this was your karma for knowing the risks and taking them anyway.

A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed your phone onto the nightstand after checking your inbox for what felt like the hundredth time.

Guilt twisted in Gwen’s stomach while she watched the disappointment written all over your face through the bedroom window. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to make the right decision.

The choice had already been made, though. She’d thought about it countless times, gone over every possibility, and now she was here.

Standing outside your apartment door.

A hoodie the two of you bought together hid her suit beneath it, while a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat crushed in her left hand.

There was no turning back now.

A couple of knocks echoed through the apartment before the door finally opened. Your eyes traveled from head to toe, completely indifferent, barely acknowledging the flowers that would’ve melted your heart on any other day.

No greeting came. Instead, you turned around and left the door open for her to follow.

“Your parents aren’t home,” she pointed out, desperate to break the tension somehow.

“I told you they had an important work event after dinner today,” bitterness dripping from every word.

“Oh.”

The fact that she didn’t remember wasn’t exactly surprising.

Pretending to search through the pantry gave you something to focus on besides her presence, besides how much seeing her actually hurt.

“Look, babe…” Gwen started, pushing her hair back the way she always did when she was nervous. “I know saying sorry won’t fix anything… but I need you to understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand!” The words came out sharper than intended as you finally forced yourself to meet her eyes. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve really tried. I want to understand you, Gwen.”

A hard swallow followed as you fought against the tears threatening to spill.

You’d held them back for so long. Why couldn’t you do it anymore?

“You never answer my messages. You’re always disappearing, and whenever you come back, it’s like this.” Your hand gestured toward the bruise on her cheek, a gift from the Vulture that you’d only just noticed. “It’s always the same thing, and honestly… it feels like you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

The sight of tears in your eyes made Gwen’s chest tighten.

She wanted to step forward.

Wanted to wipe them away with the sleeves of her hoodie.

Wanted to do something.

Yet her body refused to move.

“I don’t think this is working anymore. I think maybe we should…”

A couple of hurried strides carried you toward your bedroom. Freedom was only a few steps away before an elastic snap echoed through the apartment.

The next thing you knew, your body was being pulled backward. Something sticky wrapped around your wrist.

A web.

A web shooting straight from Gwen’s wrist.

The sudden force sent you stumbling directly into her, leaving barely any space between your bodies. Her hands landed on your hips, crushing the bouquet in the process.

Before your brain could fully process the new information, the remaining distance vanished. Her lips met yours. Instantly, every argument and ounce of frustration melted away.

“Gwen, you’re—”

The words died on your tongue as you pulled away, completely stunned.

No chance to finish the sentence.

Another tug drew you back in. This time, the kiss deepened.

The bouquet slipped from her grasp and hit the floor while your fingers tangled in her hair. A soft hum escaped her lips, the vibration carrying through the kiss and making a smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

Eventually, the lack of air forced you apart.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Concern softened your voice as your thumb brushed gently over the bruise on her cheek.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face.

“I was going to… but you seemed pretty busy trying to break up with me.”

“No, Gwen. Before that.” Your gaze settled on her blue eyes.

For a moment, uncertainty crossed her features.

“I… I was going to tell you. I really wanted to.” A small nod gestured toward her web-shooters. “But all of this… it’s a huge responsibility. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe. To save you the way I couldn’t save—”

“Gwen.”

The name alone stopped her.

Gentle fingers tilted her chin upward until her eyes met yours again.

“You don’t have to deal with all of this alone.” Your voice softened. “You could’ve told me. I could’ve been there for you. I mean, I am here for you. And I’m always going to be here for you.”

A kiss pressed against her forehead sealed the promise.

Almost immediately, her arms wrapped around you.

Warmth settled against your shoulder as she buried her face in the space between your neck and collarbone, breathing in your familiar scent. Strands of blonde hair brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of ticklish warmth behind.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important to me.”

The words came out muffled before she lifted her head to look at you.

“You’re the most important person in my life. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

Blue eyes searched yours.

“No more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you echoed, resting your forehead against hers.

Silence settled between you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that came after everything had finally been said.

For the first time in a long while, the uncertainty was gone.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“So… what do you think the chances are of you web-swinging me to school one of these days?”

paring: knight! vi x princess! reader

summary: after years of war, your loyal knight has returned to your arms. as the future queen, is your responsibility to show her your gratitude for her service to the kingdom

contains: forbidden love, medieval au, yearn, oral (vi! receiving), minor & men dni

Two years had passed since the last time you saw her. So many things had changed since then, yet your love for Violet never could. It would survive every battle the kingdom was forced to face.

Beneath an old tree in the castle gardens sat your favorite place in the entire palace ever since childhood. Freedom existed there somehow. It was where you first met her, and where she kissed you for the first time despite knowing the risks that came with something so simple.

Flower crowns rested in your lap, violets, specifically. The memory of one quiet afternoon with her drifts back into your mind: sitting in her lap while carefully placing your newest creation atop her head as she nervously protested, terrified the two of you would be discovered.

The geopolitical conflicts between kingdoms and the war itself had become the object of your resentment for taking your beloved Violet away from your arms.

Nothing had been heard from her since the last letter she sent nine months ago. No confirmation that she was alive. None that she was dead either. Thoughts like that were easier ignored, just like the upcoming acceleration of your coronation as queen.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”

The wind carries a voice toward you, one recognizable even amongst the finest musicians in the kingdom performing for a royal gala.

The flower crown slips from your hands as you turn around and finally see her.

Her unmistakable pink hair had grown longer since the last time your fingers braided through it. Cuts and bruises scattered across her freckled face. Eyes still the same color as the sky on a peaceful spring afternoon. Her armor remained spotless as always despite the circumstances, though one arm hung at her side in a poorly made sling.

“Violet!”

The shriek leaves you the second you jump to your feet, the sudden movement far too improper for a princess.

For one horrible moment, it feels like the cruel illusion of some witch. Slowly, carefully, your hand reaches for her face just to make sure she’s truly there. Violet melts beneath your touch instantly, her uninjured hand settling over yours.

“Gods, I missed you so much.”

Arms wrap tightly around her neck as tears finally spill against the cold metal of her armor.

“I know, I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving again unless you ask me to.”

“If you leave again, I’ll have them strip you of your title.”

Only then do you pull away, driven by the selfish need to look into her eyes again.

She admires you in silence, the way sunlight spills across your hair, the way your dress hugs your figure so perfectly it almost feels cruel.

Countless battles have been won under her command, yet restraint has never been one of her greatest strengths. Not when it comes to you. Desire overwhelms reason far too easily after years spent apart.

The sudden movement pushes you abruptly against the tree, though a quiet groan immediately escapes her lips after carelessly aggravating the injury in her arm. Still, after so many years of waiting, pain hardly matters anymore.

Screw the knight’s code.

The time made you forget how perfectly her lips fit against yours, like a sword in a stone. You moan as her tongue entwines with yours in perfect harmony, after you’ve given it the slightest opening.

You feel her hands struggling with the laces of your corset; though she’s no novice, her injured hand poses a major challenge.

“Wait,” you pull away with a growl, but she immediately makes up for it by paying attention to your neck. “I’d like to be the one to take care of you this time.”

Your words paralyze her.

“What?” Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, surprise written all over her face.

“You heard me,” you say firmly. “You’re badly wounded. You’ve just returned victorious from a war. It’s my duty to thank you for your service to the kingdom.”

“It’s not necessary, my princess…”

“Violet,” you interrupt, taking her chin between your fingers and forcing her to look at you. “Please, you deserve it.”

She always loses to you; there’s no need to fight anymore, because she knew she was going to surrender anyway.

That’s how she ends up in your royal bedchamber. Her tattooed back resting against your soft pillows and sheets fit for royalty, arching with every touch of your tongue that teases her swollen clitoris.

She had fought armies, men twice her size, and had always emerged victorious. It was ironic how all it took to bring her to her knees was the gaze of a princess. Her princess.

No one had ever made her feel this way. Maybe she had died on the battlefield, and this was heaven.

Look at you, still in your beautiful dress, doing everything to please her, to the point where your jaw aches, and her armor has been scattered around the room for quite some time now.

“You’re doing very well…” she praises you, and feels her vision blur.

“You’re taking me so well, my loyal knight” you hum

She lets out a loud moan as she feels your mouth suck on her pussy, and to maintain her position, she grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your face closer to her.

“It feels so gooood, princess… nnngh I’m close”

You lick like a hungry woman until you can taste her climax, and all you can hear is her ragged breathing. You give her a soft kiss on the thigh before lying down beside her and caressing her face.

Even after all these years, you still manage to be each other’s ruin and redemption all at once.

“Next time be quieter, someone might have heard us, Violet,” you scold her, absentmindedly playing with her hair.

“Will there be a next time?” she smiles mischievously.

A laugh escapes from your throat and you give her a peck on the lips.

“You can count on it.”

Vi takes your hand in hers, so delicate against her own, covered in scars. Only then does she notice the jewelry shining against your ring finger.